Broken Boulder White Diablo

oops. looks like vilkas drew the shorter straw, lmao. *prepares for the grumpy wound-licking that will surely ensue post thread*

the firebrand is rapidly losing his patience. it manifests itself physically in the ghosting step towards her he takes, in the rippling of his muscles as they pull taunt and hard beneath his pelage of a forge's fire. the nordling has just about had enough of her, about to cross the line between what he's been ordered and what his instincts tell him to do when she leaps at him. the raptor lets out a growl of pain as she latches onto his muzzle and her teeth splice his flesh. bitch. he wants to spit the word at her like it is poison but she's got ahold of his muzzle and he is limited to a close mouthed snarl in response. if she thinks he's going to let her get away with that: she has another thing coming to her. he jerks his muzzle upwards sharply in the hopes that it would cause her to release him ...and if she remains stubborn and persistent that it would, at the very least, send a shooting pain through her neck. he plays for keeps and if given the chance he will kill her for her aggression on the sanctuary's claimed territory orders and open border policy be damned.