No Mediocre
07-19-2014, 01:24 AM
She would surrender when he would aim a bite for her throat, sinking under him and exposing her underbelly at him. Her defenses were lost, she had lost. "Good fight, you're a great fighter," she would say with a tinge of pain as her sore scruff would drip with blood. The male had her blood on his ivory fangs, and he seemed to like it. This was the first real fight she had experienced, one to cause her scars. She had never experienced scarring except for emotional ones, the feeling of the burning pain on her scruff a new sensation to her. It was over, their spar was over. |