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For how long could she take to go on through this torture? Her cranium was aching from the horns that were sprouting out. Digits slowly coming together, skin to skin being sucked in within one another to form a paw. Her skin almost full covered with fur and the cracking of her back began to kick in. This was one thing she wanted to avoided; having Lance see her like this. Shape-shifting was her weakness and the worst part, her weakness could not be tamable. It was only up to her bull instincts to choose what was enough. Right now, she needed her lion. Maybe the lion could tame the beast that was inside of her.
I love you so much, please…save me. Please stay by my side.
Maybe those words could just shoot into his mind to know that she was still there. The beautiful woman that he cared about what still inside. She didn’t care that he didn’t say those words back. Three words had such a strong meaning but she understood why he couldn’t. Formed claws sink into his shirt, clawing it down to rip it open. She could feel his skin on her fingertips. Fuck, she already scratched him.
Lance, baby. Please hear me. I can’t go on like this. I need you, my lion. I’m finally admitting defeat. Just please…do anything to change me back. I don’t want to be that monster anymore.
Another vivacious roar escaped from her lips as the bull used her power to push the lion hard against the ground. Snarls were directed to him as she only had a few percent left of what’s inside of her. The bull was ready to pull on a fight. Tabby, however, was petrified. Being at one’s fault for hurting her love? Forgiveness could not be surrounded by her.
I-I’m sorry. I can’t fight anymore…

The sight before oculars manifested shock and slight fear, that did not mean the king of the jungle would be backing down. Determination running through the veins, along with bravery and courage. There was no way in hell, even if he left the scene covered in crimson, battered and beaten to a bloody pulp. If leg’s no longer worked, callused hands aching from holding back the ferocious bloodthirsty beast. The maned beast wouldn’t give up, for guts and courage were the zodiac’s strong points. Along with taking the lead and action.
Even if soul had to be sold, The prince would not allow the princess to go through this pain,
Not alone, never again.
Before that quick time reaction could kick in, the lion was tackled to the ground. A thud heard, most likely spine. The male’s shirt clawed off, a large mark left upon the male’s torso. Bright red stained chest, as the lion exhaled heavily fists clinched tightly. Tackled to the ground, the lion took the pain directed towards him. Cringing, the lion coughed slight blood. No, this didn’t hurt. The pain of losing her would hurt far more then physically pain. Head hung low, blonde tresses messily covering face. That roar, an automatic challenge. Lance couldn’t transform into a full lion, however some qualities came when enraged enough. As canine fang’s were shown, the appearance of facial features came.
Don’t you dare give up on me, you hear me? If I’m not, you sure as hell ain’t.
A fierce determined look appeared in the sunlight orbs, a blazing ember arising in the both of pupils. Hair growing slightly longer, almost like a mane. Opening mouth wide, a deep breathe was taken before letting the fierce frightening roar come. Fang’s growing large the more roar’s escaped bloody lips. Finding hand room, claws met with the beasts. Crimson covered in them, Leo didn’t care. Trying to push the black haired monster off of him he cringed, the last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt Tabby, even in self dense. Those snarl’s caused anger to course through veins.
A challenge she wanted, a challenge she got.
Strain painted over the canvas of facial features, sweat trailed down forehead, and dripped onto the floor. Heavy exhaling escaping the lion, there was no way giving up was even a considerable option. The roar continued, vocal chords straining themselves without a care in the world, a roar that shook the room, as eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“–I’M NOT DATING A WEAK WOMAN, FIGHT IT TABITHA!”
The voice of the normal flirtatious male, was not the same. For the voice, it wasn’t goofy nor cheerful, or even pleasant sounding. Dead serious, even scary. A voice that could bring fright to the bravest of person. Like an actually lion screaming at the top of lungs. Inhaling harshly, the lion continued to try push the bull of. Bending back legs, he put all his strength into joints and kicked. Some space was regained, as hand clutched tightly onto wound.

“Shit..” Heart beating fast, muscles burned and ached. Gaze adverted downward for a short moment, before it met with the beast that was his girlfriend. Options, there weren’t to many. Quick thinking needed to be done and fast. Light yellow bang’s fell over strained complexion. Swallowing air that felt like glass, a burning sensation lingering in lungs. Lets not forget the nasty scratch she put on his chest, the blood and sweat glistening together on chest. Running crimson finger’s through hair, quickly he regained himself. Standing tall, chest rose up and down. Head shot up, a golden gaze fierce as fire ignited in bloody fists.
“I’ll fight you if I have to, I’m not letting you turn you hear me? I care to much for you to let this happen..” Throwing off what remained of shirt, feet stomped loudly. A warning most likely, if the bull did charge. A lion could take on a bull, it could.
“COME ON IF YOUR GOING TO CHARGE, BUT YOUR NOT GOING TO TAKE ME DOWN, I GOT A REASON FOR FIGHTING, I’M TAKING TABITHA RIGHT OUT OF YOU.”
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