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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:19 pm
The wolf was small in frame, but what he lacked in frame he made up for in muscle and evil. His honey eyes hadn't changed much. They still were his eyes.. the horses eyes..Even if Richard didn't have horse eyes anymore..he never would again..He had the eyes of a wolf, because Skinwalkers didn't have humanity.
He smelled the blood, and his tongue reached out to lick his lips, drooling slightly. The copper smell hit his nose, and his mind went crazy from the bloodlust of which he suffered.
"No running now.. I've got you where I want you.."
He came closer, and was in steps of her,as he went to bite her neck.
Looking for the vulnerable throat.
Suddenly a blast of force came out of no where, sending Richard flying. He looked up, standing back up a bit, but stumbling. Well that was unexpected..
There was a palomino mare standing there, looking furious and ready to kill almost as much as he had..
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Her nostrils flared as she hissed at the skinwalker.
"Get the hell away from my Granddaughter.."
Esperanza growled, never removing her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:47 pm
Her ears had been pressed back as she heard the creature coming closer. Hearing its heavy breathing, not from teh running, but from taking in her scent, her blood was all about from being bitten upon the ankle. A colling card to anything who caught the scent. she squeaked as she felt him coming closer, she hadn't noticed that someone was coming closer from another direction until that presence of the skinwalker was moved a greater distance so suddenly and someone else was standing over her.
What was it now? Another one of their kind? What would get worse? She dared not open her tightly closed eyes until a familiar voice hissed over her, toward the skinwalker that had been after her. At this she slowly opened her eyes and stare more or less at the hooves of her grandmother. Wica blinked and turned her head up to look up at her grandmother.
"Gram." She cried as she tried to get up, even if her ankle hurt like hell and oozed even more blood onto the ground. "Where did you come from?"
Ok that question didn't have to come out, but Wica hadn't seen anyone around when she fell. the open was just... Open, no one about, she was puzzled on how her Gram got there so quickly from where ever she had been. Turning, Wica somewhat hide behind Esper, peeking out at the wolf that had been a horse covered in a pelt. This was worse then a nightmare, far worse, but she had no word for it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:11 pm
Richard growled at Esper in his wolf form, and shook his head. It now hurt to breath.. Whore of a mare had probably bruised a rib or something. He hissed under his breath as he glared at Wica, not Esper. Esperanza was merely something that should not be kept entertained. She hurt him, but Wica had scorned him now.
He turned, as if to leave, morphing back into the stallion he had once been.
He needed to speak, otherwise he would have stayed as the wolf and simply run off.
"Miss Wica, your grandmother here, saved your life.. Today. But she wont be around you all the time.. and one day.. I shall get to that pretty little throat of yours."
He said, growling and lifting his head to howl. It was odd, seeing a horse howl..
Then off he ran, back into the darkness.
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Esperanza breathed heavily. A lot of force had gone into pushing that cruel creature off her granddaughter. She shivered a bit at how close she came to having to tell Tsa that poor Wica had died.
Her chocolate gaze glanced behind her, as she wasn't truly ready to turn her back to the forest just yet.
"Wica, what were you doing around such a beast? Are you okay?"
She asked,eyes soft, but voice only slightly stern. She had almost lost her grandbaby. She wasn't mad at Wica.. But scared for her..
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:55 pm
Wica shied away from the stallion that had once been a wolf, that had been a stallion before that. This was making her head ache to the point where she just wanted to break down and just... Well... cry. She had never been that close to losing her life that it scared to, truly scared her and she didn't know what to do. Usually she was all knowing and could do nothing wrong, but that night changed that point of view.
After the skinwalker had fled she looked toward Esper, her savior at the moment. Shaking in gentle waves, she couldn't quite bring herself to talk, she just wanted to run and keep running until there was no more land to run upon. Her ankle hurt from the bit and she had a feeling it would scar, she didn't want it to, but from how hard he bit. She could not think it wouldn't scar. After a few moments, Wica turned to answer Esper.
"He came to me in the forest. I was trying to sleep, but then he came and started talking about how hungry he was. So I thought he was like us. But it turned out he was not as I noticed the pelt over his back and the fangs." She started shaking again, her head drooping as she started to sob, and couldn't make herself stop... "But I'm ok, I think, he just bit my ankle as I was running. I have a feeling it will scar and remind me of what happened."
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