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Post by Teekah Kranis on Jan 9, 2010 19:07:47 GMT -5
Lasonia. A place forever lying in the darkness. You wouldn't want to remain here for long, not if you valued your neck anyway. Whatever lay in wait beyond those trees were not for the faint hearted and only the mad or crooked or those dared venture there. Luckily for her, she was probably as insane as they come, so the eerie and haunted vibe that hung over the place made her feel more than at home. She walked among the shadows calmly without hesitation for what may lie ahead. Anything that felt remotely confident or courageous could come at her and without a second thought she would strike it down like lightning. She felt nothing for those who opposed her, who walked on the light side of life or anything inparticular. She hated all and had long ago turned her back on the world.
Her past had never being the smoothest of ones. Born in a litter of just two, because of her appearance and more boisterous personality she automatically became the lesser of the two. Her sister was favoured more than her and when she rebelled to get more attention, was punished. Her parents disciplining was a little too harsh and it had a negative effect on her, which gradually grew into hate towards her parents and jelousy towards her sibling. The more she was punished, the more she craved attention and therefore rebelled. Though it begun to get out of hand and resulted in her murdering her parents. Her sister managed to scar her across the cheek in revenge but she escaped mostly unharmed. Ever since then things had gone downhill. She had previously lost her sight, and though she recovered and is now able to see again. The blindness she had once experienced had drove her mad. That same insanity was what drove her to travel to places such as the woods of Lasonia.
She padded slowly and with a dark purpose in her tread. The tall, lanky femme paused briefly. Her head hung low and her back was hunched slightly as she shifted her gaze back and forth. Her crimson orbs searched the trees for movement as her large, silky black ears flickered to pick up any sounds around her. She was a dark looking femme. Tall, slender yet lanky with wiry black fur. A white dorsal stripe from her nose ran to the tip of her tail, but that was the only thing that really stood out on her apart from her eyes. Those deathly pools of blood could strike fear into any who was enough of a fool to get close enough to see them. The closer you would get, the more you would begin to notice just how small her pupils were. Like two small black pin pricks, they were hardly noticeable at all. She was about to move forward again when the snap of a twig broke the silence. It had the same effect as a gunshot as it seemed so loud when it had been so quiet. In an instant, she had bared her fangs and her ebony fur was bristling and stood on end. Claws dug into the dirt below her and her tail raised almost in challenge. Anything that was out there that dared come forth would be welcomed with a flurry of teeth and claws. She waited...
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Post by Raphael Samedi on Jan 11, 2010 22:55:54 GMT -5
The woods were quiet and she was just wandering, it wasn’t often that she wandered without Azzuen but today she felt like being alone. Her steps were silent as she walked her paws soft in the dirty. Her listeners were perked up slightly just in case of anything that might be around; she had learned to always be on alert these days, as there were more and more lone wolves around. Not all loners where hostile but you could never be too certain about a stranger. She knew these woods in and out as it was her home. Her brown orbs looked around the trees locking on anything that moved but nothing was of immediate threat. Most of the other animals in these woods knew her and never bothered her, not like it she was the authority figure or anything it was just they respected her.
Raphael was a friendly wolf and hardly ever fought against other wolves. She wouldn’t be the one to start anything or offer up a challenge. She was just happy for make a new friend, but if the other wolf for some reason wanted to battle then she would fight to defend herself and her woods. She didn’t see the need to fight all the time, if the other wolf had no intention to try and over throw her and steal her land then she didn’t see the point to a fight. She continued wandering around, her tail swishing from side to side as she walked. It was something that she did when she was in a good mood. Something she hadn’t been in a long time, there were so many things happening in the pack and it was nice to just get away, enjoy the silence and the cool air. But it wasn’t to last.
As she walked on, her listeners and her orbs on guard there was something out there she knew it. Even though she couldn’t hear or see it yet, something just wasn’t right. Raphael had just got this sudden feeling that something that isn’t suppose to be in her woods were in her woods. Narrowing her eyes and slowing her step she examined her surrounding, she looked in every shadow and around ever tree and shrub, but still she saw nothing. She continued to walk still not being able to shake the feeling she was experiencing, on her guard completely. Her steps were still silent, and the woods possessed no noise. It was extremely frustrating, what was out there? All she wanted to do was enjoy her time alone, but no there was always something that interfered.
She didn’t want to be searching for whatever it was that was out there but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She tried to be as quiet as she could possibly be but now that she was looking for something the silence from her paws on the ground seemed to amplify. It was rather annoying, it could only happen to her. Stepping as lightly as she could through a bunch of dead twigs she couldn’t help but break one, sending the sound echoing out through the woods. She rolled her orbs at herself and continued, praying that whatever was out there didn’t hear it. Well she was wrong it had heard her and now she was looking straight at the intruder. Her listeners perked up and her orbs wide, it... no she was indeed a hostile loner and Raphael had to either talk her way out of this or fight.
“Greeting stranger” she said her voice as welcoming as possible. The wolf before her was something she had never seen before. It was her eyes that was strange to her, never in her days has she seen a wolf with such shallow eyes, they were red and fierce, she got the feeling that she wasn’t going to be able to talk to this wolf.
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Notes: Hope you don't mind me joining?
Muse: Not to bad.
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Post by Teekah Kranis on Jan 13, 2010 14:28:29 GMT -5
The femmes eyes seemed to stare into emptyness. The bloody pools sinking through the earth before her. As soon as the other femme had spoken she had locked her eyes onto her. 'Greeting stranger' she said. The words had the same affect on her as a gunshot would starting a race. She darted forward. Using her long, powerful legs to launch herself at the stranger who was also alone. Well, that was at least her prediction since she could smell no others nearby.
She landed swiftly, her own paws crunching into the dead leaves that covered the ground like a blanket. Her jaws opened to reveal large, pearly white canines that contrasted against her ebony maw. She snapped at the air for a moment, fangs slicing through the stillness of the forest. She hadn't attempted to bite into the other, yet, but it was only a matter of time before she would attack. For the moment she would toy with this other wolf.
Attacking immediately after hearing a noise was almost second nature to her, probably even a reflex caused by her past filled with punishments. She would always be watching her own back and the faintest noise or movement would make her turn to attack first. She was quite unpredictable also. Because of the insanity growing in her like some cancer or disease, she could turn in any way depending on her mood (if you could call it that). She would either full on attack, or scare her victims beforehand. Her 'mood' changed with the flick of her tail.
Her wiry fur bristled as she stood now only a wolflength or so away from the other. She couldn't help let a smirk play across her muzzle as the wolf tried to sound welcoming. The wolf begun to stalk dangerously around the other, her footfalls purposely heavy and her posture even more lanky. She could trick this wolf into underestimating her, then give it the fright of its life. She would have to see. She circled the wolf with her head lowered slightly. "Why, hello...Stranger." She spoke, her voice icy and bitter tinged with the edge of something not sane.
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Jan 16, 2010 6:59:49 GMT -5
OOC: Okay! Yay, we'll just have to have Skaar mod it since both Raphael and I are in here ^^ IC
Mighty paws vibrated against the lushious earth of Lasonia. He knew these woods better than any wolf ever could. It was the land that he had spent his entire life in. He knew almost everything that had went on in these lands, and prayed to be here for a long time to come. He would defend these lands with his life, and use every muscle he owned to keep it his.
He began to wonder where his mate, Raphael, had went off to. She had always liked to adventure off, but most of the time she didn't go anywhere without him going with her. He was very protective of his mate, for he couldn't imagine what he would do without her helping him with his future pack. He couldn't do things like that by himself, believe it or not.
Finally he caught her scent and followed it through the trees. He ran a very easy run, not thinking that he had to get to her too quickly. But then the scent came, an unknown wolf that had passed through his scent markers. Without hesitation. It didn't smell like she was asking for permission to become Pack, either. His pace quickened.
Catching sight of them, he slowed down and watched them for awhile. She was an agressive wolf, not a wolf he would like to have on his territory. The hair on his back arose while his tail was held high. Cooly he walked through the brush, exposing himself to Raphael and the newcomer. Azzuen was a large wolf, and most were intimidated by him. He held his head high and kept his gaze on this wolf. "What is your reason for coming to our Lasonia, wolf?"
[/i] It sounded more like an accusation than a question, he didn't like the smell of her. Or the look in her eyes. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Raphael Samedi on Jan 19, 2010 20:00:52 GMT -5
Raphael watched the other wolf in front of her very closely. Her body language was feral and extremely hostile. Even after trying to be nice to the beast there were no changes in the way she presented herself. Raff knew that this wolf would try anything to get to her, it was a loner, it had no mate no cubs, no friends and that is exactly what Raff had. Raff has been on her own long enough to tell the difference between a friendly, loner that genuinely wants to be a part of the pack to have a family, and then you have the loners that don’t really give a damn about you or your pack, number one was them and them only. When the wolf before her spoke her reply in greetings Raff, knew she was a faker, a phoney. Raff would have to be very careful in how she dealt with this loner, do all she can to prevent bloodshed in her woods. It was when she was about to speak again she smelt him.
Raff caught the smell of her mate coming, and coming fast he was. She sat down on the ground both her front legs snapped straight in front of her causing her back to be perfectly straight and her head held high and proud. She watched the wolf before her in the corner of her eye as she waited for the arrival of her mate. She could tell that his pace had slowed down and he was taking his time to observe the situation. Raff wasn’t in any immediate danger and when the time is right he would show himself. That was just how he was. Before long he made his way into the clearing and made himself known to the stranger and herself. She in respected bowed her head slightly to him, it was just a habit that she picked up before they were mated, she can’t help but do it now, that they are mates. As he came to stand in front of her she got back onto all fours. She listened to him.
She lowered her head a little bit and rolled her eyes, the way he approached the situation and the tone in his voice was more like an accusation then a question. But that is just how he did things. Her hope for not having bloodshed in her woods was just blowing sky high. She had a feeling that there was going to be bloodshed but it wasn’t going to be hers or Azzuen’s. Loners had to understand that you can just coming into a territory, hackles up and teeth bared, directed at the territories leaders and walk away alive. For many years loners had tried to over through the leaders or territories all over the place and they never make it back to where they came from alive. In any pack the rule is kill or be killed, protect the pack and the land with your life. Azzuen was one to drill that into your head, he wasn’t about to let this loner disturb the peace in the Woods of Lasonia.
Words: 523
Notes: Sorry it took me forever to post.
Muse: Good but not great.
Mood: Content, slightly worried.
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Post by Teekah Kranis on Jan 21, 2010 15:34:29 GMT -5
Teekah smirked at the femmes reaction with amusement. It was then that she caught the scent of another on her nose and her ears pricked forward so she could hear the newcomer approaching better. Whomever it was, she couldn't give a damn either way. It wasn't like her aim was to avoid a fight, more like her purpose was to cause havoc. Just like she had done all her life, ever since she was a youngster. Which brought her back to her goal which was to exterminate her sweet little sibling so that she had no ties to the past. It was then, she noticed...
...A large male entered the scene. From first glance, Teekah could pick out a bold frame and as he came closer she could faintly see the muscles beneath his fur. Not that she was interested in his power. She couldn't help but stray her eyes towards his throat, and the jugular. Behind those blood red pools that may have once been called her eyes, she could almost see his blood pulsating through the capillaries beneath the skin and fur. Just as she was thinking how easy it would be to snap her jaws around his neck in a flash, her trail of thought was broken by a voice. "What is your reason for coming to our Lasonia, wolf?" He said, and at that instant she reverted back to her posture before as she realised she had begun to lean in his direction as her eyes lingered over his throat. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the femme and male as she determined the relationship between the two. Not that she gave a damn about that either, it just might come in handy later on.
The accusing tone in his voice sparked something in the back of Teekahs mind that made her want to twist things around a little and cause more torment. "Why should i have to answer to someone who storms in unannounced without introducing themselves?.." She spoke with a tint of authority to her voice, yet behind that facade it would be easy to pick out the slyness of her answer. She pulled her lips back into a wry smile that hid a smirk. Her brilliant white fangs showing again and her crimson eyes glittering clearly with amusement. She found it fun to push others over the edge so that they lost control. Just another one of her strange addictions.
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Jan 23, 2010 11:24:58 GMT -5
Azzuen didn’t like the way this wolf stood. So lanky and threatening. It was as if she was going to pounce on him or his mate at any instance. If he had pups in the scene, the wolf would be dead. There was no way he would allow a wolf like that around his family. But he knew Raphael was strong in both body and mind. The wolf looked over him and his mate for a moment, and there was something in Azzuen that clicked in that moment. This wolf would notice their love for one another, and take advantage of it later. He would not allow that. He would need to scare this wolf out of this land. He didn’t like to harm other wolves, for it would effect the balance of peace in the land. But some things were meant to happen.
She spoke to him in a creepily calm manner, and so degrading. He tried very hard to keep his calm. "Why should i have to answer to someone who storms in unannounced without introducing themselves?.." His mouth twitched, revealing his fangs for only an instant. He was pacing back and forth in front of Raphael. He looked at her for an instance, he felt she was too close to the wolf. She would know that he was asking for her to step back, respectfully.
He had been trying to keep his calm, but at the moment it was almost impossible. This wolf, or curltail, did not deserve to even think of talking to Azzuen like this. He coolly spoke to her, “Now, you are acting as a hypocrite. You are the one ‘storming’ into my lands and not introducing yourself. But allow me,” [/i] He raised his head above hers, eyeing her intensely. “I am Azzuen. Dragga of Lasonia.” [/i] He wouldn’t dare to say that it was nice to meet her. To him, she was too strange to be called wolf.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Teekah Kranis on Jan 31, 2010 10:45:17 GMT -5
His answer made her smirk with a devilish edge to it. She loved it when they stood up to her; it gave her a thrill and would give her a chance to see some action. Her smirk widened from ear to ear as he raised his head above hers. "Ooh, is that a challenge? Or a threat to make sure i don't cause trouble?.." She licked her lips, her eyes once again straying towards his throat. When he announced he as dragga she couldn't help but splutter and let out a hoarse chuckle. "A brute like you a dragga? Indeed you have strength and power, but in most cases the brutes are hard-headed and slow of wit. Dragga. I think not..." She was purposely winding him up, she wanted a fight. Though instead of charging into battle she found it more fun to drive them into a blind rage first. She was just sick and twisted that way.
She then remembered the femme she had confronted earlier and cackled to herself for no reason. Maniac. Her crimson orbs flicked back and forth between them incase they decided to both attack her at once. Unlikely that they would both waste their energy on her, especially since she had such a thin and lanky figure. It would be hard to believe that she could do any damage at all. Then again, that was why she was a killer. Her sickly appearance was very misleading to others who would misjudge her skill and strength. Most of them fools had ended up being strewn everywhere and drained dry. She was merciless...
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Jan 31, 2010 10:59:04 GMT -5
Azzuen didn’t like the way this wolf acted. Her whole figure, every which way, had some sort of threat lingering on it. The crimson eyes of this suspicious wolf travelled from him to his mate, smoothly he walked in front of his mate so she could no longer be seen. He didn’t like the way this wolf looked at him or her, and he would do anything to keep this wolf from touching Raphael.That was one thing he wouldn’t hesitate from doing.
Now this wolf was denying that he was Dragga? No, she was probably just trying to get him worked up so he would begin the fight that was about to occur. He felt like the fight was inevitable, for it was fate. He could feel it coming. And he was sure that this wolf could too. But he was determined not to start it, that would make him the villain.
“I’m sure you’ve never seen an accurate Dragga in your lifetime, omega.”
[/i] He would never call her wolf, for he didn’t feel like she deserved the name of Wolf. It was an honor to be called wolf, at least to Azzuen. “If you were ever led by a true Dragga, you would at least have a bit of respect for me. And as it seems, you didn’t hesitate to set your paws on a clearly claimed land.” [/i] A deep growl escaped the bowels of his throat. He caught her eyes on his neck, his head lowered as his ears pinned to his cranium. It made his growl into a snarl. “Now leave this land.” [/i] He dared to take a step forward, his hackles raised to mountainous heights, “It’s not a request, curl-tail, it’s a command.”[/i][/blockquote] |
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Post by Teekah Kranis on Jan 31, 2010 11:09:47 GMT -5
She choked a little, coughing up a fleck of blood. "I need no dragga. I'm free, go wherever i like and tear down those in my way..." Teekah stood her ground as he stepped forward snarling. "Fool. You think mere words will make me back off. Calling me an omega or a curltail won't stop me either..." Her ears flattened back to her skull and her lips pulled back into a vicious snarl, revealing like curtains on a stage her pearly white fangs tapered to a deadly point. Her eyes seemed to bore through him, eating away at him like acid.
'Now leave this land.' He said. She took a step forward also, showing that she had no intention of leaving. 'It’s not a request, curl-tail, it’s a command.' From his tone of voice, posture and attitude, she could tell he thought her mad. However. No one commanded her to do anything, She would show him what happens for trying to dominate her. She hissed at him, her eyes glowing with annoyance at how he though he could tell her what to do. "No one commands me to do anything. So make me, sikkla..."
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Jan 31, 2010 15:28:25 GMT -5
This was the type of wolf that wouldn’t hesitate to kill. A truly mad wolf standing on four paws in front of him. The lanky figure, the strange markings, and the blood stains around her mouth. It was obvious that she wanted a chance to kill Azzuen, maybe even a chance to take over this land. But he couldn’t allow it. Not the homeland that he had lived in his entire life. He would fight his hardest in order keep this land as his. Sure, the figure of this wolf didn’t seem like it was fit to fight, but he knew that she would know what she was doing. He wouldn’t go easy on her.
This wolf wanted a reaction out of him, she was going to get it. He began to circle her, not taking his eyes off of this lupa. Raphael was a good amount of paws back from them, she knew when not to say anything. She respected him, just as he respected her. They were equal in power. Azzuen waited for this wolf to make a move, but it seemed that she didn’t plan on going anywhere after he told her to leave. His pearly white teeth began to show, right up to the gums. A gruesome snarl bellowed out from his jaws as his leg muscles tensed beneath him. This would be the only way to get this wolf out. Winning a fight.
As he got around to her rump, he acted quickly. He lept directly at her pelt with his jaws wide open for a bite. Grabbing her, he threw her to the ground. He stood there with his teeth bared, snarling, and got ready for her reaction.
OOC: As long as we play fair with the damage to each other, we don’t really need a mod. I’ll be fair if you’re fair xD lol. Unless you want a mod, either way’s fine with me. |
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Post by Raphael Samedi on Feb 1, 2010 17:37:34 GMT -5
Raphael watched as the two silently as they argued, she didn’t quite understand the omega’s plan was here, was she just looking for a fight or was she trying to over-throw Azzuen? Many wolves have tried to do so in the past but has never prevailed. He was a strong leader and he knew what he was doing. Out of respect for him she fell back knowing that he was trying to uphold his honour and protect her and his land. Would she need to fight when it came down to it? In the past she had never needed to step in and give him a hand but with this loner she wasn’t so sure, she was just crazy and blood thirsty where is the others had only wanted his land. What could possibly have happened to this omega for her to act this way.
After her mate ordered the stranger off his lands she waited for a reaction, she spoke of never backing down, never being commanded by another, she was definitely leader material with her will to take no orders but she was going about it all the wrong way. Surely there was a better way of handling things. Apparently this curl-tail didn’t think so and by going at things with force was her only way of doing things. She had really made a bad choice by picking these lands and by picking Azzuen to fight for the land that was rightfully his and his packs. She was on full alert when Azzuen bounced into battle, she feared for him but she knew that he would come out on top, he always did and this time should be no different.
She kept her distance but moved in a circling motion around the two, she watched them carefully waiting for any sign that might come about indicating that she was needed in the battle. Raff was a gentle wolf and didn’t much like fighting but when it came to her mate and her lands it was a different story. Azzuen never needed her to fight his battles for him, but helping out in time of need was different. In an instant her hackles were up and her teeth were bared. She let out occasional growls merely for encouragement for her mate. Would everything she had worked so hard to get, everything she knew now and lived for, would it be over in a matter of minutes of battle? Silently she preyed it wouldn’t, blood shed shouldn’t be the answer.
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Notes: Raff isn't really involved in the fight so i can mod if you like?
Muse: Not to bad.
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Post by Teekah Kranis on Feb 2, 2010 16:22:13 GMT -5
As she and Azzuen circled each other, she made no move to dodge his attack. Instead, she let him sink his fangs into her rump. She stopped circling him. Her eyes became empty almost immediately when in contact with him. Then, she slowly turned her head around to look over her shoulder, her lips curling even more to reveal the full extent of her deadly canines and reddened gums. Her head turned so slowly yet with such purpose and insanity, almost like she was trying to psych him out. She let out a growl which echoed from deep within the dark bowels of her gut. Her eyes glared into his and the slowness in which she had moved with had suddenly snapped. In a flash she had swung around and latched her fangs into Azzuens side just as he had her rump. Though she wasn't intending to let go unless he tore himself free. Despite her sickly appearance and tormented attitude, she knew how to fight.
And it was all thanks to her dearly departed parents; whom she had killed herself. After growing up with such parents whom hadn't realised just how unfairly they were treating their own pup, Teekah hadn't actually had it easy. While a pup if she set one paw out of line it would soon lead to a punishment, which mean she got into trouble more just to seek attention from her parents. Such a vicious circle she had gotten caught up in. Even after her parents murder she was still caught up in it all. Then again, Teekah always felt that she lived for the thrill of danger. Nothing ever ran smoothly...
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Feb 2, 2010 17:00:15 GMT -5
As he watched her intensely, she slowly spun her head to face him. It sent icy chills throughout every segment of his spine, a feeling that he had never felt unless there was death in front of him. That’s what this wolf was, walking death. She didn’t look healthy and she obviously wasn’t healthy mentally. Paws that he would forbid from ever walking on his turf again. Not a wolf. How could she be? She didn’t even react when he bit her and threw her to the ground, he didn’t understand. This wolf was actually confusing him, but he would never show her that. He kept his face filled with intensity.
The next thing he knew, this wolf was launching herself at him. He went to move his side away from her freakishly sharp teeth, but it was too late. She sunk into his skin; he reacted as quickly as his instincts would allow him to react. He opened his jaws and quickly got a hold on her throat, the tightest grip he could muster was on this wolf’s jugular vein. He pulled her lanky body up high, breaking her free of him. On two paws he pushed as hard as he could to crush this wolf into the dirt. He kept a grip as she was on her stomach and kept his front paws on her chest. His pupils dilated, the instinct to kill her was trying to take over him. But biology said she was a wolf. To Azzuen, she was anything but Wolf.
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Post by Raphael Samedi on Feb 6, 2010 7:03:02 GMT -5
Raff continued to circle and watch the two closely. She didn’t want this to happen, but the other wolf wasn’t showing any signs of giving up and it had to be done this way. The things you had to do to protect your pack and lands. She really didn’t want this to end in death for either of them. Perhaps a battle to show who is stronger, Azzuen being her first choice to be that wolf. On the outside she showed fierce composure but on the inside she was nervous and scared she didn’t want bloodshed in her woods. She had worked so hard to keep the peace in these woods and having this happen just threw it all away.
As the other wolf attacked her mate she cringed and a sick feeling in her stomach over whelmed her. She wasn’t ready to loose him, she couldn’t loose him. It wasn’t one of those things you thought about everyday. She just wanted this to be over and he and she could return to the pack without any worries, but she knew that it wasn’t going to be, this fight was happening and whether she liked it or not there was going to be bloodshed on her woods, in her home. She didn’t want this at all, she watched on as the wolf attacked her mate and dug her teeth into his flesh. She needed to get in there and help him.
Before she could act on her thoughts Azzuen had freed himself from the curl-tail’s grip and now had her on the ground her throat in his strong jaws. One slight slash on her throat and she would be dead in seconds. He either needed to do that and be rid of her, or use it to his advantage and scared her out of their lands. But she had a funny feeling that the second thought wasn’t going to happen. Perhaps she needed to get in there and say something but what would she say to her, and would her mate want her to get involved. She had to think of his authority here. She slowly got closer to them as she thought of something to say.
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Notes: I left the end of my post like that
because i was thinking Azzuen could tell her
to go away before she has the chance to speak.
Muse: Not to bad.
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