Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

He was not the type to back down, it seemed. In a way, the creature could appreciate this. In another, she most certainly could not. The snake uncoiled to strike again, meeting him head on instead of trying to avoid the yellow teeth. Another scar would not phase her, after all. A guttural snarl accompanied her attack, mirroring his teeth on her shoulder to apply hers to his. Biting down, applying exponential pressure, Atropos made to whip her head to and fro in an attempt to rip out a chunk of his flesh.