Teach me how to love

Alastor's attack had only been semi successful, managing to get his teeth around her scruff and his paw into her shoulder, but he felt the sting of her teeth grab and rip into his upper right leg, blocking his full grapple. He wasn't able to get a secure enough hold on her before she threw her weight forward and toppled him over to the obsidian sands below. He flinched and growled in pain, his paw on her shoulder able to dig his claws into her flesh and leave a few deep scratches when she pushed away from him, wincing when he felt the bite of her feline claws rake down his chest. Every sting of pain came with a rush of dopamine and pleasure, the masochistic side of him drawing ecstasy from the agony.

She jumped away as soon as she was free, putting distance between them. Alastor rolled to his paws, ignoring the warm trickles of blood running down his right leg while he squared off with Manea again. He saw the blood on her teeth—his blood—and her taunting words only provoked the demons inside him more. Still grinning like a madman, Alastor gave a louder snarl and slowly circled closer and closer to Manea, ravenous jet black eyes locked on her radiant purple form the entire time. Unbeknownst to her, he had fought on this beach before, against his previous fiancée, and back then he had used a trick to catch her off guard and get the upper hand in their fight. It was underhanded, but Manea had been the one to say "no holds barred". Besides, when it came to Manea's love, he would stop at nothing from attaining what he desired.

Once he had come close enough, Alastor went deathly silent, staring at her like a predator would an animal it was moments away from killing. He stood stock still, almost as if frozen in time, watching her, teeth bared in a stark flash of white against pitch black, waiting... Without warning, Alastor swept his paw across the sand between them, kicking up a cloud of the fine black particles into Manea's face. The second he kicked the sand up, Alastor rushed forward, his body crouched low as he charged Manea again, this time moving to ram her front legs with his shoulders and get his larger frame underneath her smaller, lighter body so he could flip her like a charging bull. He gave a violent jerk of his body once he was beneath her, rearing back on his hind legs and twisting so he could intercept Manea as soon as she came crashing down to the sand in another attempt to subdue her, snarling with teeth snapping at her shoulders to try and grab any hold of her he could use to leverage a pin. His eyes searched for that black leather cuff on her left leg. He would have that cuff by any means necessary!


"Alastor"