Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

Sadly Valour did not go far.

A tight squeeze of his neck, a whisper of words that made his limbs feel like water and threaten to give out. It made his face flush, his blood boil, and a small-hearted whine escape his jaws with need. He didn't mean to release it, but the series of events have led him here. To Valour. Flush against him with the man's jaws wrapped around his neck.

But Valour had pulled away, and instantly Clay turned his head with a murderous glare towards the king. 'No!' his mind screamed. 'Come back!'

But he didn't voice it, only swallow and closing his eyes to compose himself with a long bated breathed before nodding. "I am yours. And you can never hurt me." It was more of a statement of fact rather than comfort. Clay wanted to believe this agouti could never hurt him. Would never hurt him.

He was stronger than that. He wouldn't allow it.

Getting up, he stretched his limbs, surely making a show to the Nightwalker before walking past—his tail slinking under Valours jaw only to depart as he padded back to the den to sleep.