Firestone Hot Springs A little bit dangerous, a little bit sweet

Something terrible came over him, something much more wicked than what he usually allowed to surface. The confrontation wasn't expected, nor was it meant to end up such a way, but the yearling fought like he had back in the Nightmares; as if this was a life and death manner, and he needed to survive. He could already see the innocent face of ths woman twisting and contorting into a murderess in a flash of seconds, standing triumphant over his lifeless form, body still twitching as blood pooled from his mouth. He was lost in the daydream, and she wrenched herself free from his loosened grip, fangs snapping in his face to wake him up.

She darted away, and almost in the method of a hellish hound, he was after her, giving her no time to regain her ground. Fiendish, he would ram into the bulk of her muscled frame, and the connection gave her time to lock jaws onto his scruff in an awkward angle. Unable to twist free, his hinds braced, hocks locking and his spine arching, and he thrust his shoulders up, his goal to buck her off, bloodlusting hor her to have a broken set of teeth, in the process. He didn't care about whether they were still in him or not; the maniac wanted her to be underfoot.