Damien
and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but i like to keep some things to myself
but i like to keep some things to myself
His fingers closed around a splintered edge, tugging free a board that had half-rotted from damp and cold. Not much of a weapon, but broad enough to take a blow—if he held it right. He angled it in front of him, testing its weight, shoulders hunched and breath steadying as he tried to imagine her next move.
The pups gave another warning yap, but this time there was an odd edge to it. Damien barely had time to glance up before the shadows shifted and something massive rounded the crates. His eyes widened, instincts jolting. Not a girl. Not even close. Black fur rippled with unnatural light, and then the jaguar was on him with a roar that, however playful, rattled his chest.
“Shit—!” The word tore out of him as he shoved the board up between them. Paws and weight slammed down, the shield taking the brunt as he was driven hard onto his back in the snow. The breath rushed out of him, a muffled grunt against the wood as he fought to brace it between himself and the creature that definitely wasn’t supposed to be part of this little game. “That’s—” He grit his teeth, shoulders straining as he put the board higher to keep teeth and claws from finding anything soft. “—cheating.”
The pups gave another warning yap, but this time there was an odd edge to it. Damien barely had time to glance up before the shadows shifted and something massive rounded the crates. His eyes widened, instincts jolting. Not a girl. Not even close. Black fur rippled with unnatural light, and then the jaguar was on him with a roar that, however playful, rattled his chest.
“Shit—!” The word tore out of him as he shoved the board up between them. Paws and weight slammed down, the shield taking the brunt as he was driven hard onto his back in the snow. The breath rushed out of him, a muffled grunt against the wood as he fought to brace it between himself and the creature that definitely wasn’t supposed to be part of this little game. “That’s—” He grit his teeth, shoulders straining as he put the board higher to keep teeth and claws from finding anything soft. “—cheating.”
(Training 4/4)
