#xyrnoc

*Without any warning, Eliot wraps his claws Xyrn's collar, ragged and blood coated claws digging into the fabric so hard his fingers were trembling*

"...Ghrrrrrrr.."

*He let out a deep vibrating growl, pulling Xyrn closer before begining to rub his head against Xyrn's face and neck, his torn cheek leaving streaks and flakes of old blood. The more Xyrn wriggled, he harder Eliot's grip tightened, pulling Xyrn so close he could basically feel the odd warmth of Eliot's metallic breath*

"!?!?!!" Xyrn gets pulled back by his collar not noticing the holes it has now only focusing on the feeling of Eliot's claws and face by his own neck

"dreckiger Hund. What do you think you're doing?" He says as his voice is thick with confusion and... amusement ¿