The Wall Toome

the doe's final tremor beneath his grip, its life extinguished as his jaws clamped down harder, ensuring the end was absolute. his body strained against the weight and resistance, but it was a fight he knew he would win. still, it wasn’t his strength alone that sealed its fate. ice woman had leapt onto the doe’s back, her ferocity unmatched as her jaws tore savagely at the creature’s nape.

her movements were wild, untamed, and when her cerulean eyes locked with his deep green, he felt the pull of something primal. she was a storm, relentless and consuming, and for a moment, he could only stare, caught in the tempest of her rage and purpose.

when the doe finally fell, its body limp and lifeless, faust let his grip loosen, his jaw aching as he released it. he stepped back slightly, his breathing heavy, but his sharp gaze remained fixed on her. she was bloodstained, her breath coming in clouds against the cold air, and she stood over the kill like a feral queen.

can i speak now? he asked, his voice low and rough, though not without a faint edge of sardonic amusement. he shook the blood from his muzzle, his green eyes lingering on her, watching for whatever fury or fire she might unleash next.