Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Down they go, and teeth close around her paw for her trouble. Yowling with equal parts annoyance and pain, she tears free and gets back up on her feet, crouched and ready for another launch. She doesn't try to keep him down. The claws she turn on him are only there to repeat what she already did - catch him, and slam him back down. Over and over again, as many times as it took. Even if she was left bleeding and bruised, even if he showered her in fire and bile. In a test of strength, she would win. In a contest of endurance, she had the upper hand. The same was true for dexterity. It was up to him to keep fighting or not; she would respond, and take him down, and move away until he lost the taste for it.
She remembered his aversion to touch, and so did not try to pin him. The revelation of his being tied down and kept down was fresh in her mind too, and that was why she didn't attempt to make him lose that way. Honestly, it wasn't about winning or losing at all. Only recovering the ancient man to some semblance of sanity, where he realized that there were more options than jumping at her throat.
She remembered his aversion to touch, and so did not try to pin him. The revelation of his being tied down and kept down was fresh in her mind too, and that was why she didn't attempt to make him lose that way. Honestly, it wasn't about winning or losing at all. Only recovering the ancient man to some semblance of sanity, where he realized that there were more options than jumping at her throat.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
