Snowforest Taiga hochzeitsstuck

phone post; rolled a 4 for defense and a 10 for attack

the impact of the boy’s shoulder to his throat caused the gargoyle to grunt and to stumble; he backed away, mouth again churning with the blood he had drawn. teeth snapped for the bridge of his muzzle, grazing another line of blood to the surface — mahler ducked beneath it, using impetus to finally carry him to a hold just beneath the boy’s throat. it was not yet tight enough to strangle, nor did he apply true pressure, but it was firm, fangtips cutting into the tender flesh there.
a low warning snarl broke finally from mahler. there was no need to continue, none that he saw; the morningside male had put up a good fight, but the lone brute had proven his own challenge.
if they continued, it would be the boy’s decision.