Ooo Fancy Pants Mr. McGee Over Here F--- [Absinth]

What a good sport! It had been awhile since Tarnish had gotten to really let loose with a like-minded soul by his side. HIs grin widened as the woman said she could use a bit of fun, his ivory teeth shining bright against his ebony lips. "Fucking same, life's been dragging. I need a little rush."

His tail flagged out behind him as he took a menacing step forward. The coyotes seemed to sense the danger they were in but before they could even turn the woman was off with Tarnish a fraction of a step behind. She slammed into her opponent with brutal and efficient force.

Tarnish's fangs struck first, jaws flung wide as they connected and shredded the left side of his opponents face. His chest then crashed into the upper body of the coyote, bowling it over onto hits back. The coyote shrieked with its tail between its legs and ears back. It kicked up at him with its hind legs, front legs flailing and trying to push him off. Tarnish maneuvered himself, obsidian claws lancing into the coyotes forelegs as he pinned them down. Tarnish released his grip on the coyote's face long enough to lick the blood off his fangs before twisting his head and striking its face once more. This time his fangs sunk into the coyote's eye, his lower fangs hooking at the corner of the jaw and with all the force he could muster he pulled his jaws together. His teeth plowed through the flesh, severing the masseter muscle and coming together with a terrible squish.