Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

a: 19 / oop starting off strong here

saatsine doesn't share, words come past snapping teeth. tongue rolling hungrily against the clenched cage of his mouth.

another slow step. closing the distance between them, inch by inch.

you take from us, you bleed for it.

he crashes forward like a force of nature, jaws snapping for the side of her neck. he aims to pin, to drive her into the frozen earth beneath his weight. claws dig into the snow, muscles taut with the intent to overpower.