giving her a moment to ponder before taking a step closer, eyes fixated on enid’s exposed shoulder. quite convenient, allowing a quick move for her to lean in, biting down on the pale flesh. molars digging in harshly, finally breaking in.
there was no worry of anyone’s lingering eyes on the bite mark — in fact, wednesday preferred if people knew that a wolf’s bite was, at most, tantalizing torment to her. “ aren’t you proud of your wolf brawn? ” [ ⤵︎ ]
the compliment made her smile contentedly , placing her hands behind her back as usual .ᅟ“ w——wait , but if someone sees this , they’ll think it was me . . . won’t they ? ”ᅟshe asked worriedly , »
“ strong jaw, sinclair. manageable though. don’t think i will cover it. ” using a finger to scoop up the crimson drippings, bringing it to lips for a taste. “ mm. my turn? ”
dead stare veering off, taking a deep breath, feeling the wolf fangs graze cold flesh. hands awkwardly hang at her sides — until the teeth sink in, breaking skin, drawing blood. but she refuses to show pain, no wincing, nothing. [ ⤵︎ ]
she approached her , bending down slightly and pulling aside the fabric of Wednesday’s shirt until her shoulder was free .ᅟ“ you can hide it later . . . ”ᅟshe grazed her fangs there , then pierced with a bite .