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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:48 am
Few creatures in the world take as much pleasure in killing as a skinwalker, and few are as good at it. Even though physical strength was not Kumiho's strong suit, she was filled with a confidence-fueled rage. She snapped at her neck, narrowly missing Sarvara's jugular as the black mare's head whipped back with surprising speed. Her tails struck at her face like snakes: they didn't hurt but hindered her clarity. Furious she caught one of the tails in mid-strike with her jaws and jerked hard downward, trying to off-balance her opponent. "You're going to regret this," she growled venomously between her clenched jaws.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:53 am
The agonizing scream of pain from Migi echoed maddeningly inside Sarvara's skull. Kumiho jerked downward, and Sarvara felt her back legs lose their footing on the ground. She tumbled to the ground as her weight pitched. She felt her hindquarters hit the ground and immediately twisted her back, knowing Kumiho's next attack would be coming from above. Her readied her clawed paws for the onslaught, her tails now failing under her, trapped against her own weight and throbbing with pain. She felt the warm blood soaking her dark fur; the scent of blood filling her nostrils and clouding her mind.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:57 am
Kumiho smiled to herself triumphantly as Sarvara fell. She released the tail from her mouth and licked the savory blood form her lips as she vaulted herself high in the air, a move inspired by her vulpine side, flexing her claws as she pounced on her now prone victim. She felt Sarvara's claws dig into the thick, protective fur of her chest as she landed, her long equine neck whipping down to bit at Sarvara's neck. She felt her jaws make contact with her flesh and she bit down hard until she felt the blood began to fill her mouth. She didn't get her vital artery, but she feel of spitting flesh under her teeth fueled her rage even further.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:23 pm
Sarvara cried out in pain as the skin on her neck ripped and the blood seeped down to her shoulder. There had been very few times in her life where she had needed to use force other than hunting - and even then she had rarely taken down something larger than a deer. But Sarvara had great power in her - the strength of her father bubbled in her blood and she felt her instincts take over. Her claws came up to Kumiho's face and she dug in, feeling them dig into the soft flesh of her face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 2:35 pm
Kumiho struggled to keep her grip; her teeth firmly lodged in her flesh and fur of her foe. But the claws from Sarvara pierced her delicate flesh on her face. The felt the skin rend under the claws of her victim; she was stronger that even she had anticipated... there was more of her father deep in daughter than she realized at first grip.
Vanity... that was also a hidden weakness in the bloodthirsty skinwalker. Blood could be washed away by the river, but ugly scars are forever. She screeched and reluctantly relinquished hold of her prey, whipping her head away from the claws that sought to maim her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 5:32 am
As soon as the deathgrip on her neck loosened, Sarvara recoiled. Kumiho moved away from her claws, and with a feline-like grace Sarvara twisted and got to her paws as quickly as she could muster. She backpedaled; the ebony nightmarish creature had no intention of killing her mother; though the blood pumped through her ears and ran down her body and she felt herself shaking in a rage more powerful than she had ever experienced. It was a heady feeling; a deep, carnal knowledge that she had power. That she was strong. That she could, if she really wanted to, rend the stinking, bloody purewalker to pierces is she truly desired to...
...but she didn't want to. She wasn't the monster her mother expected her to be. Even wanted her to be. She would end this now, as long as the vain creature before her knew when to stop when she was ahead.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 5:40 am
There was a battle raging in Kumiho's mind: vanity versus pride. It wasn't easy for the skinwalker to let prey go - to admit defeat. But at the same time, self-preservation was the key to survival. She knew how strong Cerberus was, and if this creature was truly to combination of strength and cunning that she had hoped to create with her mating with Cerberus, then it stood to reason she would not be able to overpower her.
"If you want death so bad, I shall leave you with your life," she spat at her, turning back into her lithe fox form. "Alive with the knowledge that you're exactly right. You don't belong anywhere."
With that, the multi-tailed fox slipped away. Through her rage, Kumiho comforted herself with this knowledge: she has succeeded in her goal- to creature a monster both strong and cunning and agile. Perhaps she felt a flicker of maternal pride, at least as close as one such as herself could feel.
The fact that Sarvara was a tortured soul just made that pride all the more satisfying to the Kitsune.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 5:46 am
Sarvara felt a wave of relief flood over her as her mother retreated. She had no desire to kill her mother, despite the disgust and rage boiling in her blood. She snorted and turned to leave, her body bleeding and aching from the encounter.
Good job, Migi hissed at her, Attacking your own mother. How low have you fallen if not even your own mother can love you?
You should be ashamed, Hidari piped in, letting her get away!! You failure, you should have killed her when you had the chance!
"Shut up!" she cried at them, barely able to contain her distress. She rarely spoke to them directly - learning as a little foal it was a pointless, but at this point Sarvara felt like she was nearly at her breaking point. If only she could quiet them down for a few hours.
She collapsed beside a large tree truck and quickly dug herself a makeshift den, just until she could recover from the battle. She covered her ears with her paws and closed her eyes, wishing with all her being her inner demons would let her sleep.
But she wouldn't be that lucky.
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