Maketh Man || Sye + Snow ||
"Now now~" Cooed, soft, hummed words drew a stark contrast to the wrought iron grip around the other's chin, and even moreso with the bored, amused glint in pale silver eyes. Especially not when deep claw marks now caused blood to drip down Sye's chest, "That wasn't very nice was it? If you want something, you're gonna have to ask nicer than that." The grip shifted to the other's throat, head tilted, and it tightened.
"Lets try that again, hm?"









