Ankyra Sound And What if I Fly? (Trigger Warning)

Snapping head head away from the onslaught of teeth tearing at his face. He knows it’ll take time to heal and even longer for the hair to grow back–if it even does grow back. All the while she spits these venomous words to full of hatred and he’s not at all surprised by them–used to such insults actually.

His cheek drips with blood onto the sweet pelt of the she-wolf. It falls down his cheek, and lines his jaw before dropping off of his chin. “Shhh, calm down, darling. The more you struggle the more I have to hurt you. This could be enjoyable for the both of us...” He tries his best at convincing her.

Slowly and, much too, sweetly, he awaits for her to slow her movements by squeezing down and narrowing the space between his arms and legs, caging her in more effectively. Taking a risk, he lowers he muzzle down to her ear and gives a languid lick to her jaw, up to her ear. Prepared to flinch back at whatever predicted attack comes next.