Boiling Point

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Everything suddenly exploded into a fire storm as Veltar chased after Jyriah. He was going to fight for Jessie. She was his moonlight mate, and he craved being at her side freely and openly. It wasn't fair.

"I think you're making a big deal about nothing, and you're being an asshole!" Veltar belted and grabbed Jyriah by the back of his shirt to jerk him backwards.

"Fight me. Right now. Take to your paws and fight me you little whiny bitch" he challenged the fireball with deep contempt in his eyes. "We'll just settle this here and now."

"Oh, you want me to fight you? Let's fight, then. Sure. I can't wait to show Joss what kind of piece of shit you are," Jyriah snapped and as he fell onto his ass, he flipped over onto his belly and transformed from his legs and hands all the way up to his back until the large wolf was complete.

He wasted no time in taking a bite at Veltar's ankles where he barely grabbed him by the skin of his teeth.

"You fucker!" Veltar hissed and fell forwards quickly, and before his hands hit the ground, they had become paws for him to land on far more gently.

The two males circled each other with jowls raised, and teeth shown in hopes to intimidate the other. At this point, words were over. The only thing their mouths could do at this point was tear one another apart with sharp fangs instead of wit.

Jyriah leaped towards his opponent first - and in his anger, he missed Veltar just a little as the brown wolf dodged his attack easily.

The alchemist would use this to his advantage for sure. Jyriah's hot head had always cost him dearly. It would today for certain, he'd make sure of it.

Just as Jyriah skid on his paws at the harsh landing to regain his footing, Veltar had never lost his in the first place, which made it easy for him to come behind the red wolf and take a good, solid bite out of his cute, fluffy tail that had just a little bit of white at the tip (like a glowworm).

He let out a yowl, and curved his body so he could yank the precious limb from the mouth of Veltar. With a whip of his hips, he was able to keep his same trajectory without having to lose his mark - and sprung himself forwards towards Veltar's neck which had extended due to him trying to keep his grip on Jyriah's tail.

He had Veltar's trachea in his mouth for one glorious second, but much like Jyriah had fended off the brown wolf's attack, the red wolf was out of luck as his jaws clamped shut around skin that was able to be shaken free from his teeth.

It left a chunk of his fur missing where a bright red patch showed like the sore it was.

There were snarls, growls, grunts, and loud barks between the two as they traded blows at one another.

Veltar was able to pin Jyriah down at one point, and was going for a killing move, but when he hesitated - the fiery wolf took advantage of it, and kicked his back paws up into the underbelly of the poor alchemist, where his ball had been scratched and kicked which made him let out a whimper like that of a pup.

Jyriah being who he was, couldn't help but laugh and with his massive weight, he rolled Veltar onto his side until the brown wolf was the one on his back.

Had this not been a fight, it probably could have been something far more romantic - but the apathy for one another's safety was so juxtaposed to their dance that it would give anyone walking in on the fight the wrong idea.

Jyriah had Veltar's neck in his grasp, and as his teeth began to enclose upon the tender muscles he longed to crunch, the alchemist shook his head and wriggled his body to try to throw him off.

It didn't work, Jyriah was far heavier than Veltar, and the red wolf's anger burned from a different source than the other's had. No, his rage was righteous or for a good cause; his boiled from the depths of the worst parts of one's soul: jealousy, betrayal, possession, and that desperate feeling to not have to feel alone again.

Veltar was no match for all of the emotional power Jyriah was taking out on the poor alchemist. Sometimes, when someone is so angry they can black out or see red and nothing stops them from attaining their goal.

Jyriah's goal was to kill the male pinned under him, and keep his relationship with Joss safe. Even when Veltar gave up, and begged for the fireball to stop, Jyriah did not. He couldn't hear the male's pleas through the solid ringing in his ears that had taken over everything else.

The satisfaction of crushing his opponent's windpipe was within his grasp- and as his natural instinct took over, his teeth took a strong clamp around the extended larynx and readied itself to shake Veltar's neck until it snapped.

He wouldn't have stopped, and the shaking would have been glorious - but instead, he felt someone else pin him from his side. They were far bigger than he was, and the scent was not familiar.

At first he was terrified, but then he looked up to what appeared to be a second black wolf as long-haired as Metas glaring down to him with purple eyes.

Vincent's eyes.