Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

The heavy throbbing in his shoulder hinted at days of pain if not a longer recovery but that was forgotten in favor of the petulant sulk that had taken form on Clay's silver face. Eyes crinkled ever so slightly he struggled to try and appear cool even though the added protest of 'Its not' didn't help make it less funny and honestly....cute. As the cycle seemed to go, the next bit kind of spoiled that cuteness and Valour narrowed his eyes feeling a bit put off. Here he was bleeding and worse off than when he'd been curled up inside his den. 

But he hadn't done enough. Sucking in a deep breath he stepped closer and pressed his chest to the smaller silver Male's his tail flagging up, the only sign that his temper was really starting to peak. Something snapped within him and he acted on impulse, the anger mixing with the confusion over his desire for the prince stoked the simmering heat higher. Acting on impulse he lowered his muzzle so it pressed against Clay's ear and licked his tongue pressing hot against the soft skin before moving just slightly away to speak "And what about my standards Clay?" His voice was soft, a whisper against Clay's cheek as he moved his muzzle lower. He didn't mean it to be cruel but was he asked for his consent on anything thus far? No, it'd all been taken and surrendered without argument. Before an answer could be given he parted his jaws and wrapped them around Clay's neck, gripping him tightly but not even close enough to break the skin. "You're mine" he growled around the skin possesive and dark as he gave the boy's throat the slightest of squeezes his tail wagging behind him as he released him without a single mark "I don't want to hurt you" he said simply with a shake of his head. He didn't need to mark the boy anymore. If he ever disappeared Valour would find him again....vanishing wasn't an option when the Easthollian took his heart and sanity with him.