Caught in a Storm

*Domovei* · (This post was last modified: 05-14-2013, 09:43 PM by Domovei.)

She didn't even respond to his accusation. Surely that was further proof of her guilt! His grip on her remained firm, his head shaking to attempt to tear the skin that was clamped between his jaws. Again he was rewarded a slight bit of warm blood trickling down the back of his throat.

But the delicious reward made his stance slacken slightly, feeling suddenly over-confident. He was surprised at her sudden burst of adrenaline, and she tugged her limb from his grasp. A snarl erupted suddenly from his jaws, a sound that was brimming with unwarranted anger. Eyes widened as he assessed the situation, suddenly growing anxious at the prospect of her striking back and perhaps even drawing his own blood.

Panic blooded the male's body, torn between the options of fighting, or fleeing. In a split second decision, he stumbled backwards, though still snarls fell from his lips, jaws snapping threateningly. He was suddenly aware of the danger he could possibly face; what if she was of a pack, and they went looking for her? Would he be punished? Would Newt be punished for his actions? With a quick turn he moved to dash away, slipping slightly in the mud, but managing to stumble quickly from Ash, but not without first slipping and becoming caked in mud.

This was not a fight he needed to win, and he saw that through his crazed mind -- he would turn and sprint away from the girl, still tasting her blood in his mouth, hoping she would not follow.

- exit Domovei -

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