Shy Deer Steppes the demons follow me

omg I feel so bad ;__;

Paws sank into flesh and bone, pinning the whelp to the ground in a savagery that was unheeded. The quivering youth attempted to deflate the spider with words, sounds that did not register or go noticed. Fang cut into flesh, the spring of blood on tongue satiating the need to break down that which defied. The wolves seeking the Haunted Wood had made a flaw in their plans by allowing one of their own to wander off. It would be a grave mistake.

Screaming erupted from the small body, a wrench of neck muscles thrashing from side to side to render the pup like a ragdoll. The maneuver was designed to beat and bloody the tiny adversary, despite whatever pleas for mercy arose. One paw swept up to pin the boy's body down, clutch on head relentless and punishing. Rips and yanks were thrown into the squalling brat, hoping to apply as much harm as possible.