bites forrest warren jones on the neck really hard
Sometimes a man’s just gotta -- snap. You know?
He doesn’t put thought into it. There’s a yelp of pain, of course, a split second where his face screws and he hisses -- but that split second is only a fraction of a millisecond to the human who’s bitten him.
He gives them another half of a second to reconsider, and drives both himself and them backwards into the wall behind them. The human lets go of Forrest’s neck with a scream. Their head snaps back. The scent of copper fills the air. Forrest twists around. He claws at the human’s collar, almost ripping it with the force. Wrenches it towards him. Their noses touch.
The crack is twice as loud this time as their skull hits brick. He holds them there even as their legs give out. Urine joins the myriad of stenches.
Without realizing, his teeth have shown themselves.
“Do you know why you shouldn’t have done that.”
Their noses almost touch again, but not because Forrest brings them to him. No. He gets up close and personal, pressing them together, staring the dazed human in the eyes. His own eyes are alive, too wide and unblinking.
“Because I don’t like to be hurt. And when I’m hurt, I tend to get mad. I get mad very easily, you know? I can’t control it. I’ve been trying, but it’s so hard, and here you come, biting me, hurting me, and it’s already been a very trying day--”
Forrest adjusts his hold against the other’s collar, slams them back into the brick. Again. And again. And again.
”I should eat you. In fact!” He cocks his head. A snarling, vicious, toothy smile shows and vanishes on his face in the span of a human blink. “I think I will.”
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