Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

All it took was the grin and Valour bristled, a tension building deep in his muscles as a deep rage coiled inside of his gut. He did not lunge like a mindless child instead he fixed ice cold silver eyes onto the odd, multi colored gaze of Abaddon's as his fur bristled along his spine. "No?" he repeated coldly, lips curling over his teeth which was the only warning to the lunge he made toward the white furred male. His jaws parted and he twisted his head keeping low to the ground as he tried to quickly wrap his jaws around the Male's leg to prevent him from moving anywhere. He wanted his taste, even if he had to shred the man's flesh to get it.