Nothing Wrong With A Little Blood

Barreling forward, Rhazien was successful in both of his attempts. The collision of their chests winded him, but only for a moment. He was used to this type of grappling, and knew how to stagger his breaths until his lungs were at full capacity again. Splayed jaws found purchase on the male’s shoulder, in which he moaned through a growl. Was this guy turned on right now? It wasn't a foreign concept, just something he hadn't expected. Shaking the thought from his mind, Rhazien continued with his next assault.

Pain irrupted across the side of his neck, as the male’s jaws closed around a decently sized portion of flesh. His opponent's head started to shake, which made Rhazien’s move with the momentum- but the Saxe brute had other ploys in mind. Shifting his weight, Rhazien attempted to raise one of his front legs and swing it over the male’s shoulder, to try and shove his upper half down. In sync, he attempted to release his hold on Tiros’ shoulder and snake his jaws up to snap at the male’s face, wanting to grab whatever he could and force him to let go of his neck.  

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