Dog Scratching Until Bleeding Novels & Stories

He retorted by aiming his claws at me in an irregular manner. If he walked in the opposite direction to me, he would have to let his muzzle bleed profusely. His eyes were bloodshot, he stopped walking, and his claws gripped the ground. While I kept walking backward regardless of his growling. To my surprise, he took a step back, and I was stunned when his muzzle slipped from my teeth. I quickly spit out the blood that was in my mouth. He lowered his head. His head must have felt heavy after losing so much blood and his muzzle was badly injured.

A little more and I'll be able to make her feel safe again My snout crunches up and I bare my teeth at him; We both throw attacks relentlessly at each other and tear open each other's flesh. I duck down and pin my ears back, then tighten all the fibers of muscles in my wolf form and charge with every bit of strength I have. I knock Malcom to the ground where his fall creates a barrier and atmosphere or gray dim dust to form. I push my paw firmly onto this chest

He shrugged. "I'm not sure why but I just feel like we should lick it." Though confusion was plain on my face, I didn't question it. The urge to lick it was becoming very hard to deny. I laid her back on the blood-soaked grass and shifted, shaking out my fur once I did. I lowered my head and cautiously licked one of the wounds. I tried not to think about what I was doing. Pulling my head back I froze when I saw that the wound had healed into a scar that looked years old.

I feel her building up another release, and my canines brush her neck, ready to mark her. As she releases, I place my claim, sinking my teeth into her tender flesh. She digs her nails into my back with a small whimper, but then an ecstatic moan follows, and her grip eases. I pull my teeth out, licking the wound. Within seconds it's completely healed. I have never seen someone heal this fast. So fast that If I had blinked, I would have missed it.

Scratching and probably drawing blood. There's my wildcat. ******************************************

kept coming . Blondie growled and strained against her leash, hackles raised, and suddenly she exploded forward, dragging Glee down and breaking away, leaping, sinking teeth into Salt’s side. The huge Indian man grunted and reeled, his flesh ripping in the German shepherd’s jaws. He twisted loose somehow and cocked his weight back, pushing off and kicking with all his might. The savage punt connected with Blondie’s ribcage and catapulted her, actually hurling the old dog against the massive tree trunk. Blondie flailed and let out a terrible shrieking squeal, bounced once, her body landing heavily on the knotty roots beneath the cottonwood. She continued to yelp in anguish.

With a hiss the wall came down again locking in place. I could feel the injections moving through my veins, a burning sensation running up my arm and into my chest before spreading through my body. With an agonizing howl Braxton was up. He started screaming and scratching. “It burns!” He yelled. His scratching becoming more aggressive until he was clawing at his own skin. I could do nothing for him, I lay there silent. He clawed at his face and chewed on his legs until blood came. Bits of his fur falling he wailed in agony.

The little haven was filled with the sounds of barking and growling, occasional whimpers could be heard as well but they were brushed away by the winds. Jay stood on both his hind legs, while both his front paws were grappling and scratching the other. 'Scar face' though, brought its jaw forward and bites over Jay’s muzzle, resulting the younger to forcefully pulls back and tumbles to the ground. The other was about to prance on him, but he was quick on his feet. Getting back up, he lands multiple swift movements of his paw towards 'scar face's' head and back and that ends up with the younger's nails digging into its flesh. They keep clawing, biting, scratching each other until both of them

My nose twitches as I catch a hint of her blood as she scratched herself. Her eyes are wild as they dart everywhere, looking for some kind of salvation. I lift one large black paw, placing it gently on hers. Immediately, she freezes. A smile creeps across my muzzle as I begin to rub it along the length of her arm. She makes me furious, yet her scent invokes such powerful feelings within me. I want to kill her just as much as I crave to protect her.

I whirl around, using one large paw to hit him across the head, sending him sprawled on the muddy snow. Then I turn to the other one and bite him squarely across the neck, not enough to kill him, but enough to wound and scar. I let him go, his blood dripping from my mouth. “Go home,” I snarl. They both stagger off, terror and defeat in their eyes.