be the cryptid you didn’t want to see in the woods

Blood coating his teeth, resting in his mouth, threatening to slide free and drip down the corners of his mouth but oh not quite yet. Orange eyes blazing as they flick from the landscape back to the girl, remaining on edge. Alert. He'd be a fool to think they were the only ones out here, he'd be a fool to think he's safe. There'd be no fun, no excitement in being out here, if it was all safe.

Smile finally slipping off her maw when her gaze hits it, Erik is caught off guard as she reaches for him. Trying to touch the boy, trying to keep him in place. Making a wounded animal feel cornered was always a mistake. If she wanted to fuck around, he supposed she'd find out. Wearing his savagery like a crown, it's the only one he needs.

A reactive boy snapping to life in an instant, he rounds on her. Teeth gnashing, Erik strikes out and doesn't stop. His intent is to sink those still-bloody teeth into her cheek. A snarl rips free of his throat, wet and ragged around the edges. Every breath brought about by a wet rattling, the scent of blood thick in the air. If he gets his way, Erik will not be the only one bleeding now.

"Speech"