Valentine, Sing Me My Lullaby {Valen}

She could feel the pressure around her neck tighten as he squeezed tightly, slowly suffocating the girl. No, shit shit shit. She thought as she began to breathe heavily, shaking her head

Luckily, her blow had hit him in the sternum, quickly making the male release his grip on the girl, yet she winced softly as she felt her head throb from the impact, a sudden sting and warm release of ruby liquid dripping from her right shoulder blade, where the midnight brute had sunk his fangs into her flesh, yet again. A sudden kick to the side of her face would make the ivory woman lash out with a snarl, drawing a small gash under her topaz audit, already feeling the wound begin to drip with scarlet. She began throwing her head around as she attempted to catch something-- anything, within her grip. The pale woman would lash out once again, seeking to grip the soft flesh of his underbelly and rip the flesh. If she would succeed, her daggers would rip away at his flesh, giving him a fresh wound.

Suddenly, the weight upon her back became a great mass, slowly crumbling the girl beneath him. But, no, she didn't have to go out like this, no.

She'd take a deep breath and bunch up all of her strength into her limbs and back, hips, tail, and hind legs swaying and lashing around as she tried to free herself from the brute's trap. Finally, she'd squirm out from beneath him, but not before regaining her breath, already feeling the bruises form across her back.

She'd keep her defenses in check, her shoulders rolling forward once again. The woman's hackles would raise and the skin around her neck and shoulders would bunch up, protecting vital areas. She'd take a step back, facing Valentine, a fury burning in her audits. Her limbs would splay out evenly and her knees would become loose, her toes splaying across the earth.. Her toes would flex and her claws would drag against the dirt, her head aligning with her spine, and then her tail aligning with her skull and spine, all three falling symmetrically like three puzzle pieces. Her ivory ears would pin up against the woman's skull, her obsidian lips pulling back to reveal her alabaster fangs. Her cheeks would bunch up along in the snarl, protecting the soft flesh on the Queen's face. Her orbs would easily narrow into small slits, protecting the gems. Her obsidian nose would bunch up along with her snarl,  her chin tucking down and under to protect her throat. Her core would tense, adrenaline steaming up and coursing through her muscles.

She'd try to become bigger, lifting herself up onto her hind legs, her tail lashing out behind her, creating balance. Her claws would dig into the earth for balance as well, also a form of keeping her steady. The woman would finally snarl and lash out directly at his face, aiming left (which would hit his right side.) She'd aim for her top fangs to hit him above the left eye, and her bottom fangs to strike him across his left cheek, just under his eye. If she would succeed, her jaws would clamp down and drag across the soft, exposed skin of the male's flesh, ending at the tip, and bottom of his left Sapphire audit. Her front legs would aim to wrap around his neck as well, aiming to sink her claws into the fleshy part of his shoulder blades, dragging her claws against his skin. If she would be successful with her attack, short wounds would litter the top of his back, hopefully drawing blood.