03-18-2019, 11:48 PM
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"F-FUCK—" The next thing he knew his head was smashed into the dirt, teeth clacking loudly from the impact. He grunted, his body tensing as the fox scrabbled at his head. Another slam, then he braced himself and pushed his feet under the larger animal, canines bared. He felt he was suffocating under the weight of Jervis atop his chest, quick breaths coming out as raspy heaves. Any more and his brittle ribcage was sure to fall apart.
Each word that left the fox’s maw was gasoline trickling onto the fire of resentment that burned deep inside Crow’s core. Every sound caused it to burn bigger and bigger, and he was near a breaking point. He was angry and his outlet was right in front of his face. He wanted Jervis's dumb mouth to stop making noise.
Out of the corner of his jade eyes came into sight a small figure, an odd saviour. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins like a venom, and in a flurry he found a new strength to use his legs to attempt to toss the fox to the side as Beck made contact. In the quick moments his adversary was distracted, jaws clenched the dagger strapped to his side and he furiously swiped it forward in the direction of Jervis's chest. Crow didn't care what he hit, as long as he hit something. He wasn't playing any more games.
"F-FUCK—" The next thing he knew his head was smashed into the dirt, teeth clacking loudly from the impact. He grunted, his body tensing as the fox scrabbled at his head. Another slam, then he braced himself and pushed his feet under the larger animal, canines bared. He felt he was suffocating under the weight of Jervis atop his chest, quick breaths coming out as raspy heaves. Any more and his brittle ribcage was sure to fall apart.
Each word that left the fox’s maw was gasoline trickling onto the fire of resentment that burned deep inside Crow’s core. Every sound caused it to burn bigger and bigger, and he was near a breaking point. He was angry and his outlet was right in front of his face. He wanted Jervis's dumb mouth to stop making noise.
Out of the corner of his jade eyes came into sight a small figure, an odd saviour. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins like a venom, and in a flurry he found a new strength to use his legs to attempt to toss the fox to the side as Beck made contact. In the quick moments his adversary was distracted, jaws clenched the dagger strapped to his side and he furiously swiped it forward in the direction of Jervis's chest. Crow didn't care what he hit, as long as he hit something. He wasn't playing any more games.