Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

her paws dug deep into the sinews of his shoulder and her breath stung him. her gaze he dared hold only a moment before teeth followed -- their rapier surface too sharp for his willing engagement. she fought back violently, wildly -- in that moment two truly feral creatures fought with the fierceness of the second coming - demon and cherub, stone and snow.

and then she was still. iliksis felt the forest thrum around them. evidence of their scuffle in the form of crystalline snow-powder still lightly fell, settling to to the earth in a silent ethereal cascade. in the distance, the soft chitter of some unknown lark.

and pain - a riotous and berserk feeling of injury sprung from his cuts and simmered in his nerves.

he drew back and she was hot against him in defiance. he found it hard to control his movement, to keep his steps measured -- her teeth incited him, her struggle aroused him -- with a snarl he turned abruptly against her and brought his hind end swinging around to check her and force her back. it was an effort -- perhaps his last -- to put distance between them before he (and she) fell prey to his lustful depravity.