The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

Just gonna go ahead and let Clays bite hit if that’s cool!

Sharp claws dig into his chest and now his stomach, he’s trying in earnest to throw Donovan off of him. Yet the man doesn’t budge, significantly anyway. He only plants his weight and widens his stance enough to not be pushed off. This does not please the younger man at all.

Next thing Donovan knows he’s getting snapped at again and his anger has begun to ebb away into something else. Something like the feeling you get when playing a game — teasing this worked up wolf is a bit fun. Or it is until he’s almost getting his nose bitten off. Thankfully only a single top canine scratches the tip of it and the opposite bottom canine skins his lips. Giving him a good little pinch and a few pinpricks of blood.

Now, he laughs. “Oh okay. Tryna play that game?” He hums lowly before swiftly taking a quick bite of an ear. He too gives enough pressure to bring blood to the surface, yet surprisingly, that’s all he does before moving to step off.

“You’re fucking crazy, kid.” He chuckles, finally padding off of him. “What do you mean what was what all about?” He quotes incredulously. 

There it goes again. The complex he has. He likes a bit of attitude.