The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

You said you were okay with Clay getting a bit beat up, but pls tell me if I need to edit! (*´꒳`*)
Also roll for Clay’s bites to land was successful!

Donovan gazes down to the other, his body language is more of fear than aggression. The nervous twinkle in pine colored eyes and the tongue that repeatedly flicks out over dark lips. The low growl that emits borders on a whine and Donovan truly doesn’t know what to do here. For a moment he contemplates just getting off and letting the male go about his business. Then, if he lets him up, who’s to say he won’t continue his attack or whatever seems to be happening here. Donovan really wouldn’t say attack, for it seems this stranger is on the defensive, but Donovan couldn’t be quite sure.

Especially when a moment of silence goes by and then the guy is screaming for his fucking life. Gnashing teeth wildly up at the striped male, Donovan snarls his lips and growls deeply as a good few of the bites meet skin. He’s biting the cream-white of Donovan’s chest and the underside of his chin, occasionally getting his neck. Surely he’d have a few good scrapes. 

Officially pissed off, he opens his own maw wide. His large set jaws looking deadly as they comes down towards the boy. Picking up a single paw he risks a few bites to the appendage and gives him a good smack to the face. Only enough to distract him before his mouth covers the others in a muzzle grab. A display of dominance among their kind. His teeth rest on the bridge of Clay’s nose and the underside of his chin, threatening to bite harder and elicit possible whimpers if he must. He’s lowered his upper body more into him and emits a dominating growl from his maw. Coingold eyes hold a challenge in them.