Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

Eset’s paws found his wounded leg, and a sharp hiss slipped through Machiavelli’s clenched teeth, a raw curse laced in the sound. Now, of all times, she chose to rebrand herself a soldier, and he barely stifled a snarl of frustration. His jaws latched onto her scruff once more, a punishing grip meant to wrench him from the arc of her strikes. With a calculated, forceful twist, he maneuvered himself behind her, pinning her with a relentless grip pressed to the vulnerable line of her neck—a silent, potent warning: stop.

The pink of his nose brushed against the silken wisp of her fur near her ear, a low, clicking growl rumbling in his throat. He leaned close, his breath a cold, shivering threat, as his milky eyes flicked up to lock onto Herod’s.

Slowly, he raised his other paw, slick with the crimson mixture that traced languid trails down his forearm. The color pooled at his elbow, dripping to the stone below in dark, rhythmic drops.

Run

And he lunged, descending upon the hawkish eyes.