Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

There was still satisfaction in feeling his fangs clip down on the flesh of Abaddon's shoulder, the flesh tearing and the sharp flavor of blood burst onto his tongue though he got no time to savor it. Before he could sweep his tongue across the wound or his fangs the pale man rushed him and he turned responding off of instinct though his own shoulder took a bite. Stumbling back he snarled as the man got behind him faster than he had expected. The words were lost in a rush of red haze and he jumped away from the man his fur spiked up along his spine lips curled viciously over his fangs "Nothing ever is" he replied struggling to remain calm and took a moment to slowly lick the remnants of blood off his fangs, staring Abaddon in the eyes and deciding that the taste wasn't worth the wound recieved.


Which as he focused on pissed him off even more "Turn around and walk off or it won't end well" he threatened the fights with Memory and Santiago backing up his bold words as he stood weight shifting and muscles being tensed and untensed to prepare to react to another potential attack.