Twisted Slough i wish you'd die in the mire

A flinching snarl met Cormorant’s teeth, sharpened ivories just grazing the end of Magpie's muzzle in a bitter exchange. He coiled back barely long enough to gather himself, then lunged back at the wolf, incisors bared. His jaws quickly snapped around a blonde throat, and he waited only moments before releasing it again — the tang of blood spiraling his mind far beyond what he could control. Do you hate yourself this much? Because it is taking everything I have.. Magpie's nose twitched under the tickle of iron, watching it drip and splatter against the other's muzzle, mixing into his own.

They were together in so many ways, in body, mind, and now blood. Magpie crooned, eyeing over his muse, settling over him with all his weight. He rested his head over Cormorant's, firmly pressing his ribs against the other's shoulders, effectively pinning his little bird's wings. I'm so happy we're together again, His tongue brushed gently against the red splotches staining Cormorant's muzzle, soaking in all of the flinches and grimaces earned from it. I know you are too.