Sunbeam Lair Take [m]e out, make me think about it

The only thing he needed was someone to understand, just anyone. He had hoped the one that would understand he needed help would be Asterr, but everything changed that night as he was denied satisfaction. All she needed to do was shush him, tell that it would all be alright, even if it were lies coming out of her little maw. He hoped she knew it was not him attempting to deflower her, but a twisted beast that had taken control and had grown stronger every day. She was a quick, smart girl and again so young and dumb. All loners would be upon her if she left the lair, all he wanted was to protect her. Perhaps if he was in control he could've explained it was not wise to leave. Where was Noctura when someone needed him? He had been there to comfort him, make him reason with himself, even though his actions hadn't been enough.

Damn it. Damn it all. His jump had been misplaced, instead running with full force against her, making her tumble and roll further. It was here that life began to slow down for the dark male. He made a roll also, losing his balance as a low-pitched screech left his maw. A stinging pain pulsed through his whole body as he felt a crack rumble his whole existence. It was his right hindleg, the part attached to his paw. As Asterr escaped, he lay there, muzzle in the dust that she had left behind, crying softly. He would be able to stumble back, he was sure, and someone would help. Or they won't, who cares.