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Noir wouldn’t ever consider himself slow, he was huge though and moving such girth took extra effort. Still, Fel slipped from his grasp like the little wraith that she was. Noir was too contrary to fall for her hoped guidance. The young Destruction wasn’t one to tuck his tail so as she raced in to go for his blue marked appendage the massive wolf curled it up over his back and out of her reach. Though she didn’t predict his movements she was right about her second assumption. His heart was already racing in his chest as she slipped from his grasp tantalizingly close.

The sky above them flashed and sparkled as they danced beneath the moonlight. Noir was far from a romantic, and his thoughts were on how much blood he might draw rather than how he could woo Fel beneath the galactic lights. He tried once again to turn and face her, if he could only catch hold of her the fight would be over. Noir paused for a moment and watched her before springing at her again. Maybe if he got her running he’d tire her out. Thoughts about what he was going to do to her filled his mind and left him more distracted than he realized from their battle. He snarled, his frustration but more importantly his desire showed through the deep sounds.