I can feel his fangs in my flesh and I do not enjoy the burn that is brings. Pain is a thing that one must get over though, but not ignore. Pain is an indicator, a warning of the body that tells me of harm that can kill and damage. It is natural to avoid pain, but I must fight through it in these moments. My father and mother would only want me to be brave in the face of danger that I can fight. I must be the one who protects the innocent, including myself. My friend of mis-matched eyes does not deserve pain or suffering, this I know. I will not allow any to befall him. I must be the one who fights off the dangers in the night. I must be the dark warrior of silvered shadow and poppy paint.

I feel my teeth rake against his ear, feeling his flesh in my mouth. I can taste his blood, so salty, and truly I wonder if we all up and crawled out of the ocean at some point that we all can't remember. No one seems to know the origin of life other than that we sprout from our mother's wombs, but when did the cycle begin...and where? I suspect from his blood that it isn't as simple as it may seem.

He had pulled back, his ear escaping my mouth, but I remain standing tall and in dominance. My paws are firmly planted in the ground, my pepper and spice hackles still raised. I know that my friend is not going to attack me now. I can tell that we had a silent understanding. He is of good intentions, a boy of peace. I know this by the air he leaves behind, and yet he is not a coward. He had given the dark one a warning with his own teeth, a warning the dark one did not heed.

I see that the dark one come forward again. My violet blue eyes remain firmly placed upon his form, my face remaining surprisingly calm until he attempts to push me over with his weight. Luckily, we are about the same size, and I was already firmly planted in the ground like I had soft roots sprouting from my limbs. His force was enough to push my feet backward, to have my stumble back a bit but I did not fall. I remained a strong force because I had to. The young shadow had moved past me to bite at my back leg, and my violet blue eyes move and follow his top line as he does so. It seems he is desperate for flesh, and although I am unsure what to do with such a creature, I know that I must remain a rock with my tail high in command. I snarl yelp once more, my back legs moving away from him in a jump, my front paws pivoting so that I face his side. We would be perpendicular to each other less he continues to follow my form, yet I take any chance I can to attack.

My own jaws reach out, snapping at area around the scapula and the thoracic vertebrae. I seek to grasp onto his dark form and punish him for continuing his assault. I know that I will not be able to avoid another attack as cleanly as I did now...but it is a risk I have to take for my cream colored friend. If my fangs take hold, I will not be kind less he decides to back off. I will make sure to do a sudden tug of my skull, from one side to the other. I can feel the burning from my own wound, and I wished to cause a burn onto him. Perhaps he will need the pain to tell him to leave. Perhaps he does not understand the body language I give off, and perhaps he needs pain as a reminder of my request for him to cease. I know my pain tells me to make this stop...and I see no other way than to cause pain to him. If my fangs do not meet where they wish, I will continue to follow his top line, snapping and grabbing hold of whatever I can. I will not stop until he stops his assault. If he takes even a step back I will stop, but I cannot say that I will not cause damage to him before he decides to do such a thing...if he decides to.

I do not wish to kill him on this day. I never wish for such a thing. I just want my new friend to be safe, and I just want myself to remain alive and safe. Truly, I hope my new friend can help me send the message that this attack was not acceptable, but I cannot blame him if he fears for his own life and does not assist. I cannot even look at him to tell his thought, for my eyes are purely focused on the monster at hand.