Noctisardor Bypass p[r]imavaera

oh fuck. that was not the reaction val had hoped for. wylla rounded upon him instantly, her fangs wielded expertly. right onto his nose.

a flare of pain smartly rung his dome -- but before wylla seized him val registered the true yellow of wylla's eyes.those eyes? are those the eyes? that seizing fear was all wylla needed for her fangs to secure their mark.

a curdling, sour fear ran up val's belly. no. the malevolent eyes of his dreams were a pair -- this eye was singular.

all the same, chilling.

he had no recourse. submit or die; the old imperative snarled in his ear, crackled like hot energy in his gut which now roiled and bucked like a loosened horse. no - neither. merrick would do neither. i should do neither.

as stryx came alongside wylla to save the boydiot, val came to life with a grunt. "GET OFF ME!" he roared, reminded of the crazy little byotch that had pounced him from behind. only, this time he was being pounced by an adult -- a very capable one. he thrashed as hard as he could to free himself from his captor, ignoring the snarls of pain that clawed down his muzzle.

he kicked with his front legs and bit at the air, pushing back against his new oppressor.