Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

It's breathing was raggered and I knew that it wouldn't take much. I jumped on top of the cage in one swift movement and I grabbed him by the head and with my extended claws I scratched him across the face and I dropped him again and I jumped off the cage. I turned to look at it and it was screaming in the cage while it was holding it's cheek. The blood was pouring out of the wound and I stood back watching it try to stop the bleeding.

Blood splatters against my face, stinging me and blinding me for several seconds. He howls in frustration and charges again, teeth bared. I sidestep and swipe my claws over his stomach. A howl of pain is torn from his throat, and he falls to the ground with a whimper. I jump onto his back, grab his fur around the neck and hold tight. I yank down hard, tearing the skin of his throat and drawing blood. A growl tears itself from Steven's chest as he turns his head back and grabs at my legs. I drop off his back and spring away before he can do any more damage.

I give none. With one bound, I’m on her. My claws rake across her side. She yelps, trying to escape, but I bite down—hard—on her foreleg and snap it like a twig. She screams, wild and high-pitched, and I slam her against a table, which cracks beneath the weight. The crowd recoils. Another hit, this time against a chair. Then the wall. Her brown fur is matted with blood, her howls nothing but broken whines now. One final blow.

She yelped in surprise but with a paw on her stomach, I crunched her neck with my teeth, any sounds stopping. The last rogue howled in pain as his other companion died. I knew I was covered in blood. My white fur always made blood far more prominent and gruesome. I waited, stalking the last one as he angrily snapped his teeth together. He was furious, blindly so. In his rage he raced at me, trying to catch me in a furry of claw swipes and teeth. Jumping back and swiping at him, he managed to push me back a little.

My fur shines with its unique silver hue as I finally stand on four paws, before running head long into their fight. He has her on her back beneath him as I reach them so, I clamp my jaws around his hind left leg, distracting him from clawing her stomach open, she responds by using her own claws to gouge open his sides. He howls in pain but still fights on snapping his teeth at my haunches, trying to dislodge my grip, I bite down harder until I hear the bone snap. Lydia finally pulls herself out from beneath him and attacks back, attempting to clamp her jaws around his neck. But he evades her, and she passes him leaving her open and he bites her tail, tugging hard.

Brittany's wolf collapsed on the floor, howling. Lila did not stop there. I could feel her angel as she used her claws slashing the wolf everywhere. Then she dragged one of her front paws, doing the same thing she did with her hind leg. Brittany was bleeding heavily howling in pain. Lila growls out angrily before her canine meets Brittany's wolf's neck. We all watched as she savagely separated her head from her neck, throwing it away like a piece of rag. And that was the end of Brittany.

I grabbed his tail, pulling it towards me. A snap was heard and I had half of his tail in my jaws, loosely hanging there. I quickly spit it out as Alexander launched himself in my direction, pinning me in the ground, snapping at my neck wildly. I clawed at his muzzle, blood dripping down his face. I got him in the eye, ripping the soft tissue. Blood spewed from his eye and he grabbed my paw, biting down as hard as he could on the multiple bones. I winced as they cracked, each bone breaking. I torn off his ear, then pulled on his scruff, flinging him in the opposite direction.

I was. She huffs at me, baring her teeth as she digs her claws into the dirt, I pace back and forth watching her knowing her making her first move would be to my advantage, she didn't wait for long before lunging at me trying to get her teeth around my neck. I dodge out of her way and take my claws across her back. She growls out loud at the movement, I didn't wait for her to recuperate before lunging another attack at her, getting my teeth around her neck she rolls on her back using her back paw to kick me off, her nails digging painfully into my belly. The scratch sting as I wait for my healing to kick in.

She whimpered as I tore the tattoo off of her skin; warm blood began to seep into my fur from her abdomen. I drew blood as the men applauded. They were unwell. With my guard up, I shoved her off of me and circled her. As she tried to approach me once more, I let out a growl. She tried to scratch my face with her front claws as she pushed herself up on her hind legs. To avoid it, I bit her front paw. She hissed and buried her claws close to my ribs along my side. We began to thrash about, growl, and tear and bite at any flesh we could reach. She made the error of leaving her neck unprotected, which I took. I bit down hard on her neck with my teeth.

It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me. I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this stinky dog, I immediately jump higher than it as I quickly take out my sharp nails and swing my hand to attack the rogue right on its shoulder near its neck. It bled as I swung my other arm, and without difficulty, my sharp nails ran through it like a blade slicing its head off. His blood immediately splattered on the black drop seat bid I was wearing under a beige sleeveless shirt, that's why I could see his blood there, but I didn't bother to remove it because I knew