Hushed Willows [m] Mental Wounds

Yeesh, rolled a 10! Have at him, boys! Free reign of injuries besides death! If he sustains an injury that could be life-threatening in the long term (ie. broken spine, loss of limb, etc.), that is fine by me, too!

A whine escaped through the dusty male's suffocating bite to his throat. He had to break the hold, or he would surely start to feel his life force ebb from his body shortly. The whine progressed into a raging growl as he used what strength he had to wrench his full bodyweight in an attempt to break the hold on his jugular. He risked it; anything that meant he would not lose his life here!

A second body had hurtled towards him, jaws snapping in a clear attempt to disable him. Thinking as fast as the little oxygen in his brain would allow, he kicked back, hoping to make contact to give him space from the onslaught. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the figure that arrived after the male; smaller, covered in shadows, an assassin. 

This must be her fucking pack to have come so quickly in her defense! He knew better, but she had been so intoxicating. He felt obsessed, addicted. She was alluring. A prize worthy of him. No female got away with denying him--ever. The female of fire and brimstone, the one who stoked his body into an inferno, was no different. She would burn with him forever, he saw to that. Her future will forever contain an ember of him and the thought of that created a gleeful sensation that burned through his veins. 

Oh, she would be his forever.