Dawnlark Plains XV

it was awkward and brought more pain, but sometimes, a bitch needed bite down and endure, if she didn't want to die attached to a burger.

diesel rolled off the bison and onto her side, breathing heavy. she couldn't see it, but thought it would be smartest to assume the worst - that a fold under her neck was pierced, but not torn, leaving a hole.

lobe piercing on her fucking throat.

"hhack." the mastiff moaned as she tried to rise, only to rediscover the pain in her side. "haherhacking hack. shit. hhaaack 'ee." 

she gave up and thumped onto her side again. her tongue lolled out and tasted the bullshit-tinged grass.

somehow, she managed to snort and grin at her man.

"-ell, that 'ash a 'essh."