Blood, sweet and hot, filled the fox's mouth and for a moment almost washed away the taste of the blight that coated his tongue. The white beast closed its eyes, savoring the wound and the pain it caused, grinding his blight-stained teeth deeper into Ianto's skin as the red-haired trickster fell back, momentarily heedless of what the prey was doing.
A growl of wicked satisfaction had started to build deep in his chest when something pricked sharp and deep into his paw and he yipped a furious protest, releasing Ianto's wrist and bounding to the side to worry at the place where he had been stabbed. The meatling still held no proper weapon, only the hated rose, but still black blood welled thickly from where it had pierced the fox's fur and skin. He favored the paw, snarling up at the merchant as vengeance burned dark promise in his onyx eyes...
A snarl that slowly faded as he blinked and shook his head, confusion overtaking the rage that had devoured his mind. He crouched in the snow, shaking as he looked around uncertainly, a whine keening in the back of his throat.
...Ianto...?
A growl of wicked satisfaction had started to build deep in his chest when something pricked sharp and deep into his paw and he yipped a furious protest, releasing Ianto's wrist and bounding to the side to worry at the place where he had been stabbed. The meatling still held no proper weapon, only the hated rose, but still black blood welled thickly from where it had pierced the fox's fur and skin. He favored the paw, snarling up at the merchant as vengeance burned dark promise in his onyx eyes...
A snarl that slowly faded as he blinked and shook his head, confusion overtaking the rage that had devoured his mind. He crouched in the snow, shaking as he looked around uncertainly, a whine keening in the back of his throat.
...Ianto...?
