NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS

Quote:Blood oozes from his eyes, and Faust is fucking pissed off. He's used to pain, used to tearing into a adrenaline-pumped giants and coming out on top. However, illness is never a thing the Germanic warrior does will with. Blood drips down his face, oozing from the infected tear ducts in his eyes, staining his orange fur. The male huffs, annoyed, and his attention is drawn by the summons of his woman.
Well, maybe she's not his, but he thinks of her as such. He'd rip any guy who looked at her wrong to shreds before more could come of it, and that makes him the main competition. That's all that really matters, isn't it?
When he arrives he is alarmed at what he sees. Teeth bare as he notes several wolves tearing into the Queen with jaws and fierceness, her eyes wide with panic. He charges forwards, blood oozing down his cheeks as he seeks to tackle the wolf closest to the queen, teeth aiming for the throat. He hopes to pull back swiftly, massive frame seeking to position itself over the ivory-coated beauty, defending her. A deafening snarl departs his chest, daring them to try him.