Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

Second Roll: 4

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Derg felt teeth in his scruff, hard enough to keep a hold, hard enough to tell him she meant business.
He swung his body to her, aiming to pull her off balance to see if he could get into a better position to tackle her. His own ivories swung for her shoulder in the process, raking her skin.
He could taste blood, a small amount.

The man felt like he was stepping into the rhythm now, his heart sung the war song it'd learnt since youth. His legs carried it through the steps he'd learnt. Hus body contorted to his will and he felt alive again. This was what he needed. Especially after the night.

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