when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming
Noah had not intended to draw blood. Bruises and sore muscles and the like he was used to, but feeling his teeth sink into the attuned woman was different. The hunter sucked back, opening his jaws wide as his teeth slid out from the puncture wound they created. His eyes were wide as he backpedaled from his own attack. His blood pumped and pounded in his ears as the metallic liquid settled on his tongue and into his gums.
Inside of him, his body started a war he had not predicted.
As he moves back, Aisha's clawed paw smacks firmly on his muzzle. The bear groaned in the wake of her claws slicing into his lip, severing it with as much ease as his own teeth had torn her flesh. His own blood mixes in his mouth with her's and he reacts the way any predator would -- he swipes another massive, clawed paw in her direction. It is meant to keep her at bay, rather than slice any more of her skin--at least he tells himself.
i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating
