This toxic yuri is making me go so feral I did creative writing for the first time in years. Look down below to go feral too. But first!
Content Warnings: Gore, eye trauma, broken bones. This is a couple beating the shit out of each other and leaving permanent wounds
You don’t know what does it. But something in your string of words sets her eyes ablaze and you rise up to match it, match her, as she grits her teeth and grabs at you. She gets your hair, you get her collar, you’re both shouting and pushing and pulling ‘til one of you ends up on the ground.
This time it’s you. You land with a thud that jars your teeth and loosens your hands, but she doesn’t stop so you don’t either. She grabs your horns, you grab her mouth, she slams your head down, you rip the flesh off her lips. She lifts her knee to pin you properly but you’re too fast, you squirm your leg under her’s and push against the brick wall that is her body. It does nothing but make her angrier.
This time she grabs your face. You twist and-
You’re screaming. Half the world vanishes but you fight harder because how dare she, you’ve scarred each other before but how fucking dare she. She laughs - and through the blood rushing to your face you feel her. Her hand in your eye socket, claws scraping flesh and bone as she finishes what she started. You scream - with fury - as you kick at her stomach and reach out with your hands. Where did you leave it, where, where, where…
There! Your hand wraps around metal as you pull it close. You don’t know where she is, she won’t fucking stop and the blood is blinding, but you grip it with both hands and shove upwards somewhere. A tooth-aching scrape, then a choke, and you know you have her. You pull your leg up and kick it.
Snap. She howls, a wet gurgling sound, and her weight finally leaves you. You scramble back and double over, panting furiously as you wipe the blood from your last remaining eye. She stumbles back, choking on blood as she falls to her side. You try to look but she’s facing away from you.
You still feel metal in your hand. So you straighten, shakily, and shuffle forward on your knees. She doesn’t even notice, too busy trying to breathe past the broken mess in her mouth. You can see it, now. The way her lower jaw dangles at an odd angle.
You steady yourself on the side of her head. She glances back at you, eyes wild like a trapped animal’s. You raise your weapon. You bring it down.
You’re off target, but it still shatters what’s left of her lower jaw. She howls, and you laugh.
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