Haunted Wood Rough Around the Edges

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Her scruff is still snatched up in the confines of the males teeth when she tears her head back, teeth bared, and snaps at his shoulder. The pain that blooms there atop muscle, skin, and fur is not unknown to him. Rather, it actually hurts a bit. The feeling isn’t enough for him to let go. He’s used to being mauled he thinks fleetingly, remembering when he was in the ring. 

White eyes squint at the pain that shoots through his shoulder and as he tenses up so does his jaw. The accidental tightening of his jaws causes blood to spurt onto his tongue and once he tastes the crimson liquid, he drops jaw and lets go. That along with her thrashing force him to back away. 

Smacking his lips, tasting her blood on his blackened tongue he backs up a bit, an apology on his lips. He gazes down to her. “My bad, cariña.” He sounds back. Then a deadly smirk reaches his maw, tongues flicking out to lick over his whiskered lips. “Unless you liked it of course.” He rolls deeply.