Tug of War: Complete, Closed

[skater_lynx]

Who: Haru and Monsters
Where: Hallway
When: Night
What: Haru attempts to escape some monsters. Things do not work out.
Warnings: violence

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[allthekeys]

The sounds of running animals might have been reassuring in some other circumstance. The scrabble-click of claws against marble floors, the energetic barking of excited dogs, the promise of comfort and companionship and warmly unconditional love..... The very presence of these things should have spelled out safety and normalcy, or at the very least, steadfast, courageous protection

[skater_lynx]

The quarter winced at being suddenly dropped. He had flopped to the ground slamming his face into the hard wood. The sensation stung but it brought him back to his senses which pulled back from paralyzing clarity at the shock of what he thought was going to happen. He blushed unable to rid himself of the twisted feelings that came with the pain

[allthekeys]

For a moment, the dogs just watched, eyes bright as they studied his movements. One to the side snuffled at the ragged stump of what had once been a hand, but for the most part, they were silent and still--it was the one who stood before Haru, largest and obviously the alpha, who seemed to act for them all--

--and the alpha was unimpressed.

It cocked its head at Haru in a very human gesture of consideration, before offering a short, sharp bark--challenge accepted. It pawed at the ground, not even needing to move forward just yet with such long legs, and lifted a paw to plant against Haru's chest and give him a hard shove to knock him back down. The effort seemed almost dismissive in its cool practicality; it obviously didn't see the need for a burst of violence just yet.

[skater_lynx]

It was a stupid idea but hey it yielded results. Encouraged by the fact that he manged to pick the leader to pick a fight with, Haru grinned.

The dog was strong. Stronger than him but maybe it wasn't as quick. There was only one way to find out and the quarter knew better than to waste the opportunity. As Haru moved back by the force of the blow, his good hand reached up to dig his nails into the side of the Alpha's neck.

[allthekeys]

It was difficult to tell if the dog was quick or not, by simple virtue of the fact that it didn't even try to dodge--in fact, it simply stepped forward to meet him, twisting its head to the side and leaning into the blow. It yelped as sharp claws pierced into the meat of its shoulder--the flesh parted easily, easily, far too easily, squelching nauseatingly and releasing an even fouler odor as thick, sticky blood and worse fluids soaked Haru's hand; his fingers sank deep into the dog's flesh with barely any resistance at all, not unlike a feverishly hot, rotting peach, until he could feel the tips of his claws graze solid bone.

But even with the acknowledgment of pain, it seemed almost inconsequential, in the long run. Torn muscle tissue bunched and quivered, slick and slippery as it writhed around Haru's fingers while the hellhound moved steadily forward, completely ignoring the wound; the shove was violent, and it was fully ready to straddle the quarter and brace its massive paws against his shoulders to pin him down.

[skater_lynx]

Haru made a vaguely horrified face at the sensation of actually touching dog. It stank. It stank so damn bad and the feeling of passing his nails through the creature. This was a bad idea. VERY bad idea.

Strength and surprise made it easy for the dog to stand over Haru with paws on his shoulders. Being dominated and trapped under that thing in this position. It reminded him of things he didn't want to be reminded of. Haru couldn't help himself. He lost control of himself and screamed.

"YOU SICK SICK FUCK! YOU SMELL WORSE ON THE INSIDE! YOU SICK ROTTING PILE OF SHIT! GET OFF OF ME!"

The quarter tried clawing at the dog and struggling. However he whatever his intentions might be, the blood was still running. It wouldn't be long before his body called it quits even if the quarter didn't want to.

[allthekeys]

For all of Haru's struggles, the fight seemed futile; the dog snarled and growled in pain, and Haru's claws raked and tore and its broad chest, laying open soft muscle and leaving rivulets of blood and fluids to patter down onto his face and chest. Its jaws stretched open, impossibly wide, foul and dripping as its maw came down straight over Haru's flailing arms to sink its fangs into his throat.