Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Embry backed up, his golden coat now coated in mud and glistening streams of crimson. He had hardly realized that it was true - that he had started this warfare. His ignorance was a sour note as he stood there, not sure what to do or say. She was slipping from his paws and he knew it. What was he to do? Her every gasp was pained now, and it only clawed at him harder with every second that passed. This has gone way too far.

     Her neck was exposed, an easy target. His eyes slid instinctively toward the soft, open expanse of fur. All he had to do was scare her. But he didn't want to scare her anymore. He felt himself lunge before he could halt the muscles at motion, teeth snapping inches from her flesh. All he managed was a small clump of fur before he felt his shoulder slacken beneath him, forfeitting to the over-stretched wound now gaping beneath his neck. He missed her body, slamming his forepaws into the ground to steady himself. They stared at eachother and he couldn't help himself. If this continued any longer, he would have to give in.

     "Alright, princess. You've got me cornered." His voice was dry; less humorous. He glanced at the fur with scandalous disdain. His body dwarfing that of the girl lying beside him, each breath wrenching daggers into his heart. He let his eyes wander along hers, hoping they spoke what he could not.

     The lust, the desire - everything that now governed him. "I'm doing this because life isn't fair, alright mon cheri?" He growled, aesthetically agitated. His body towered over hers, erect and still. "This... Whatever this is - it's cruel. It's one big cruel display of what I can't have. Because... Because I'm a loner and this just... This would be..." He trailed off, gaze wandering, paws securing her to the ground regardless. This would be too easy. Too much of what I want and too little of what the world will give me.