Something tears in his chest, in his leg. The taste of blood is strong in his mouth.
In this moment, with the dark pressing close all around them, with the Twilight flaring somewhere beyond that --
Whether that blood is his or hers matters very little at all. His lip curls in a silent snarl, and a whipcrack of power darts through the air, sharper than the snap of teeth.
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Date: 2011-03-08 03:20 am (UTC)In this moment, with the dark pressing close all around them, with the Twilight flaring somewhere beyond that --
Whether that blood is his or hers matters very little at all. His lip curls in a silent snarl, and a whipcrack of power darts through the air, sharper than the snap of teeth.