silicone, saline, poison

*Matija* · 04-30-2024, 05:51 PM

Nighttime stillness around them, and Matija was bent on ruining it. Shattering it. Holding it in his clutches, ripping and tearing. The flex of his jaw, and the muscles relentless and rippling beneath his coat. There's something in him-- call it that dog or call it something else. Worse, perhaps. Worse is alright, beneath the silvery light of the moon. Worse is better, for him. There's freedom in being worse, always has been. Always would be. Freedom in being unbound, unshackled, unheld by the laws of men. Unchained and unhinged from the things that are supposed to make them better. Boys, rough boys, who know better and take pleasure in doing worse.

Worse. Fighting in the dark was rarely a good choice, and Matija doesn't see his quarry at first. Gaze wild as it scans the underbrush. Searching the silvery pools of moonlight for what could have been a hiding place, what could have been a spot to tuck away. The creature is in the shadows, though Matija knows this is part of the fun. It's part of the game. Dangerous games, he can feel them in his chest. Fuck, he can feel the way his heart throbs, and that's maybe the best of all. Relying on his other senses, Matija hones in on the scents carried by the breeze.

His brother springs from cover, and Matija is caught unaware. Off guard. Stumbling, as the man's superior weight comes to crash into his own. It's a surprise attack, and one that's gone off without a hitch. A roar in his throat, he has no qualms about noise. No, he'll draw all the attention in the world to them, if only to have an audience. Locked in combat already, there's something beautiful about it. More than that, it's catharsis. Shoulders rolling back, head tossing forward, a proud silhouette in low light.

Chests smashed together, Matija does his best to maintain his balance. Winded and panting, though the man is able to fight breath back to his lungs. Menacing snarl resting high in his throat, he strikes recklessly as they fight for position. Teeth to the point of Idris's shoulder, then readjusting-- desperate for anything he can reach. Too much joy in hurting others, too many concerns to shed light on here. With the moon as their witness, the boys brawl. Slinging through the dirt and slip at their paws, it's already doing wonders to clear his head. To make him feel like a man again, though Matija remains resoundingly beast.

Teeth sink into his thigh, a growl wrenching from Matija's throat as he does. It breaks off into something else, breathy, chuckling. Finding the larger man's hip near-level with his face, Matija reaches out. It's a bite of his own, intent on doing unto others as he wishes upon himself. A bite, brazen, blood coating his teeth. This is the fight he needed, and everything that came with it.

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