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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 11:40 am
Reaper didn't stop to check on his daughter. He had no time. His attention was on the wolf and nothing would distract him from it. Once the threat was out of the way, he'd see how his daughter was. Of course, he found himself doubting that his presence gave her any relief since the last time he had seen her, he was the one trying to kill her. But he hoped.. he hoped that she would see that he was trying to protect her. He had a lot of wrongs to make right and while he would have preferred it to be in a less life-threatening situation, this did provide an opportunity he couldn't resist.
"Have a thing for innocent mares, do you?" Reaper baited the wolf, stepping away from Meera in an attempt to draw the wolf further away from her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 11:43 am
Meera could not believe what had just happened. Of all the people that she would have thought to come to her aid, she never expected it to be her father. He hated her so much. Was he protecting her? Or was he simply wanting to kill her himself? She wasn't sure but at this point, she didn't care. If it would buy her even a few minutes more of life, she would gladly accept it. She tried to pull herself back up again but her leg just would not hold her weight. She had never felt more helpless in her entire life.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:40 pm
Wyrm wasn't one to waste time. He also preferred not to speak unless HE was the one doing the baiting. Instead, he started forward to look for an open spot on the stallion. When one presented itself, he made a dash toward it. It happened to be the stallion's lower side, near his belly.
As he neared though, he saw some movement and though he tried to stop, he had gained too much momentum and impaled himself on the tail, which had been brought around to protect the stallion's side. Wyrm had to use his paws to physically push himself off the tail as one of the spikes had gone quite deep.
He could smell blood though and not just his own. The force that he hit the tail with had caused it to swing under the stallion a bit, cutting up his own hind legs. The lunge wasn't a total loss and that pleased the wolf enough. He jumped out of the way and turned, contemplating his next attack.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:11 am
Reaper barely noticed the pain. What the wolf did not know was that pain was part of his life. He could not move without hurting. He could not breathe or even talk without hurting. A few scratches here and there would not deter him from the fight. A twisted smile came across his face. He did enjoy a good fight.
"Come on, surely you can do better than that," he baited. He stomped at the ground and moved forward, drawing the wolf further away from his injured daughter. He would not attack. He would simply be the shield, a very formidable shield at that. He would not take his eyes off the wolf. Instead of attacking and possibly leaving an opening, he chose to take the defensive and calculate his opponents movement. He didn't become a skilled fighter by acting rashly.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:13 am
Meera was not as lucky this time. There was no unicorn to heal her wounds. What would happen if her father lost? Heck, what would happen if he won? He could kill her himself without breaking a sweat. She could only hope that if her father was the victor, that he would have a change of heart and spare her. She at least had that hope with him. With the other.. no such hope existed. The wolf would kill her as soon as he was able. She had no choice but to hope for her father.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 9:23 am
Out of the corner of his eye, Reaper saw his daughter begin to pull herself away. He had started to wonder if she had given up. He knew that she was in a great deal of pain but still, she pressed on. The Skinwalker didn't seem to take notice. It was as if he had forgotten about her completely, which was exactly what he had wanted.
The two danced back and forth for nearly an hour. Every now and then the wolf would luck out and get a good bite or clawing on his lower legs or upper thigh. Half of those attempts always ended up with the wolf cut up in some way because of the spikes that protected his large body.
The large stallion was nearing the point of exhaustion when the wolf howled in anger and limped off. Reaper made no attempt to run after for his legs would certainly not allow it. He was content enough in that the Skinwalker ran off in the opposite direction his daughter had gone.
His wings were in good condition so he took a few painful steps and took flight. He would find a place to rest and heal up and then he would look for his daughter. He had to make some things right, but he had bigger worries now. He had made a great enemy today. The kind of enemy that would not forget what happened today. The kind that would see him dead or die trying.
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