I can’t even go see my friend without causing trouble, but thankfully Arturio is not the type to sit back with trouble. Thorne was something dark...something different, and I am not entirely sure I can handle him by myself in the end. This moment showed Thorne’s true...insanity, really. It was not normal for anyone to act this way. It was not healthy, but nothing seemed to really stop him..not REALLY really stop him.

I cannot tell what happens to Arturio from this angle. All I know is that Thorne seems to be excited by this, and probably enjoys the fact that I am touching him at all. Yet it has to be done to avoid damage to Arturio. Arturio had aimed downward, and it seemed for a moment my touch did distract Throne for a moment. It was not long at all until Thorne’s head suddenly went downward in reaction to Arturio.

I clamped my jaws down and pulled back as he did so, feeling the tension of the moment. Something was going to give- either my head or Thorne’s skin. Well, it ends up sorta being both. I feel his skin give way to a rip and it makes me feel oddly uncomfortable, and then my head goes down slightly with his force as some of his blood touches my tongue. I am a little surprised by this...by the fact he disregards himself so much to allow that damage to his ruff.

I know he is going for Arturio though, and I cannot allow myself to get distracted even if I hesitate for a moment as my head is drawn down with his, my grip loosening slightly after the initial rip. I take this moment to push more force down with my hug-like grip.

”BOY! YOU. WILL. STOP,” I yell out directly into his ear, ”NOW!” I yell as I adjust myself so more of my weight is concentrated on his front half to the point where it likely would make his front half give way, since I kick my lower hind leg over him, and then slide my head beyond his ruff over his head in an attempt to grab where his muzzle meets the base of his head and pull it upward- so hopefully Arturio gets some relief...and maybe he would hate the fact that I am trying to be completely on top of him with my chest trying to slide in over his head, especially if my aim for his muzzle misses. I think I may try to force him to slide from under me, and maybe he will realize that we are going to be a bit too much for him to handle...for whatever he was trying to accomplish here.