Blackwater Islands I want you to eat me alive

The grin on her scarred face says a lot. He respects her drive for battle for he feels the same. Except he doesn’t show it as openly, for his emotions are always dull. He can’t truly express himself unless it’s shown in anger or cynical, sarcastic humor.

Still, the battle continues and she’s snapping at his ears and face. Despite his lucky bite, he doesn’t feel so lucky. What he does feel is his ear split and the hot flow of blood seeping from the wound. No matter. What’s another scar anyway? He would make the decision to untangle himself from her arms and drop back to all fours, immediately shooting teeth towards her hind legs.