Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

Every urge that told him to taste her blood on his teeth fell to his feet, and with every pad, he dug them deep into the thorns of it. He grabbed, and demanded, he commanded until she filled desires with red velvet and his stomach was destroyed by her claws. The mans face, grabbed by her own and his breathe weighted heavy until it turned thin. He breathed a heated breath into her throat, her arms pushing down upon his neck. "Fuck," his voice gruff.
"FUCK!"


Tumbling down to the ground, his feet caved in on him as he hit once on his side, twice on his back- a feeling of snapping in his spine as saliva cracked from his lips. Soon, he turned violent, relentless in a hold he could not get out of. Haphazard snaps, uncoordinated scratches as his paw pushed roughly against her chest with raking nails. An inferno of crashing rage that started to seep out inexperienced, reckless. In his vision, crimson ran rampant across his lids until her figure made way through it. In outstretched lips, her taste on his mouth, adrenaline started to arrive bloody, "alright, ALRIGHT! STOP!" A plea- a timeout- a fail and loss to his pride that declared Icarus.