Silver Moraine [m] quell the beast

sorry for the wait!! my muse has been crazy bad

She hit him this time, even if she didn't intend to. Blood welled from the nick upon his muzzle, sluicing down; he found, suddenly, the rich, iron tang on his tongue. His heart beat ever faster, and a sound half-whine, half-snarl escaped him, the whites of his eyes flashing.

Once more, Dhizok lunged toward her shoulders, seeking the sturdy white column of the woman's neck. Should he find purchase, he'd grasp her close and haul his bulk atop her thrashing frame.

His grip viselike. . .and hers, too.

His hips began to rock in a rhythm nearly as old as the ground beneath their paws.

happy to fade to black here!