The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

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Totally okay with it!

Finally, his jaws catch something other than air, and as Clay pulls away he spits the offending fur out of his mouth, tongue snaking out once more. There's blood—not much, just pearls but more than enough for the slate colored boy to taste his small victory and savor the pride.

But karma seems to take place and not long after Clay feels a hard slap against the side of his face, the noise echoing in his ears, causing them to sting and his head to see multiple of the monster above him. He's dazed, gripping onto the feeling for some sort of control, some sort of prayer as he begs it to overwhelm the other feelings and wash them away.

It does not.

He feels the man's jaws over him then, the large teeth settling over his face, over his maw. The breath stinks, and the prince pushes his nose upwards in a snarl within the chamber, eager to get away from it. But such a small movement to pull slightly away gives im awareness to the pain.

He whines in reaction to it, or maybe the growl echoing from in the beast's throat over top of him. Maybe both... , but his small whimper catches within his throat and eventually escapes through clenched teeth as he stays perfectly still. Perfectly pliant to the man above him cept for his outwards limbs, which are straightened to keep the man at bay as they push into the fur of his chest and stomach.

"I-I-I" he repeats again, voice still stumbling as the haze eventually begins to fade and his tail is curling upwards, covering himself from the man. "W-who- who the hell a-a-are you?"