Stone Circle [m] soul disavowed

he does not growl so much as choke, the effort of which pains him greatly. perhaps, were he in good health, the fight would have been closer to even. but he is weak from loss of blood, weaker still from lack of food and drink.

still something primal stirs in him, his will to live not yet extinguished.

teeth sink into his neck, paws roughly grappling his sides, and it becomes clear then that this man seeks not to kill, but to claim. to own in the way that only one man can own another. the larger man's tail brushes his hip, and asvardr curls his lip. he is not some common whore, to be taken as this man wishes.

jaws part in silent warning, tongue flicking over teeth before he is falling beneath, neck twisting, jagged teeth snapping at the thick fur protecting the viking's throat.

they will fight. perhaps he will die here. but he will not die a coward.