Hoshor Plains suburban muse

yea? well i'll finish it! he grunts before his next lashing of teeth. he wasn't thinking. instead, each move his body made were presented in snapshots in his mind — any specifics were blurred and all he knew is when teeth met flesh, and when the pain of his leg reached his skull. when he can see what he'd done the next moment, he understood only vaguely that he had latched onto her sides.

sorry for the shitty response sob sob im writing w a headache and cant delay a reply any longer