Drooping Willows falling like ashes to the ground [m]

@Eirian

If Eskil had been frustrated before, he was livid now. Again and again he missed, with Eirian spitting barbs all the while. If there was one thing Eskil had to give the Asurn, it was that the red male knew exactly how to add insult to injury. It shouldn't have mattered that Asha had pushed him away, it shouldn't have mattered whether or not she had found pleasure with another, or even that it had been with a despicable Asurn. None of it should have mattered, but he didn't want to admit that it hurt to think about. And he was sure that was exactly the goal. 

All Eskil wanted was for the Asurn to suffer like he had. If not the mental torment of the extinction of his kin or the death of Asha, at least in return for the torn flesh across his nape that seeped in trails of sticky crimson down his neck. There was a fleeting moment of recognition that no such retribution would happen as red devil took the opportunity of yet another miss to ram into him. The breath was knocked from Eskil's lungs with a grunt, the taller male's paws briefly leaving the ground with the force of the blow. His limbs frantically flailed to right himself, but already Eirian's teeth had found their way around his forearm. With a heavy thud Eskil landed on his side, grey pelt mixing with the red tinged earth. The Whitebark snarled from his lowly position, snapping at the other male to get him to let go.  

(This post was last modified: Jul 07, 2017, 03:06 AM by Eskil.)

I know we agreed to have Eirian rip Eskil's lip so let me know if I need to edit anything. Also, think all we need is a fade from you and we can call this thread done if you want <3

Eskil could put all his might into making the Asurn suffer; be it physical anguish or mental, but his efforts would be in vain for there was no point trying to make an individual that felt no emotions other than pride and disgust experience something so natural for another. Eirian knew only coldness, an emptiness that could never be filled and the sting of teeth raking his body. Satisfaction basically dripped off of Eirian's fur hearing the steady whoosh of air being expelled from Eskil's lungs due to the successful ramming of his skull into his side that sent the Whitebark toppling toward the crimson painted ground like a derailed freight train. Eirian's body taking a tumble with it but not without securing a firm hold on the other man's forearm.


Loose dirt and shredded blades of grass; some tipped in Asha's spilled blood, lifted into the air in a cloud following the heavy thud of their bodies colliding with the ground. Content to have earned the upper hand Eirian positioned himself to tower above the fallen male, lowered head keeping that single grip he had on the other's forearm for dear life for it could be the only thing stopping Eskil from acquiring the upper hand himself. One hard snap of Eirian's jaws was all it would take to break the brittle bones lodged between his jaws. Despite his predicament, though, Eskil was refusing to give up. His jaws snapping continuously and dangerously close to the copper male's face. What a nuisance it was to hear the snapping of teeth so close to his ears.

Rumbling like thunder in his chest the Asurn had grown tiresome of delaying the inevitable. Why couldn't the man beneath him just accept defeat? That he was nothing in comparison to the blood that pumped through Eirian's veins? Louder and louder the snapping of teeth seemed to become, the closer Eskil grew to securing Eirian's ear, eventually annoying the man with the sound enough so that his grip upon his forelimb released completely. A new target in mind. Jaws wide and lurching forward there was no greater satisfaction than the sudden flood of blood that filled his mouth and the sound of tearing flesh as he jerked his head back, teeth locked on the vulnerable flesh of the Whitebark's lip. Maybe now he'll get the message that Eirian Asurn was not a wolf to be trifled with.