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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:49 pm
She felt triumphant as her hoof found it's target but was disappointed that her teeth merely grazed the stallion instead of sinking in. Blood dripped from her wounds and might have made her weaker if her bloodlust wasn't driving her on. She couldn't let her victim escape now. Not if she wanted to satisfy her hunger.
She felt the stallion collide with her, knocking the wind out of her for a moment. It took the mare a few moments to compose herself before she could continue on. However with the wolf out of her way for the moment, she was able to charge the stallion, fangs bared once more.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:09 pm
The sweat was dripping down him in rivulets and his hair had ice in it as he struggled against sore muscles. How long this dance of death had been going on, he couldn't say. But he was losing. She was bloodier, but she was stronger. The only way to win would to be to weaken her long enough for him and Ghost to get away.
He brought the sword around, cutting up at her ribs, hoping to land a blow. Beside him, he could hear Ghost fumbling to get to his paws.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:58 pm
Good, the wolf was still down. At least for the moment she only had the one attacker to focus on. Only she hadn't been focusing nearly as well as she ought to have been and felt steel hit into her belly.
Blood gushed from her side and dripped to mix with the dirt. A river of blood and mud formed beneath her hooves as she stood in shock for a moment. The wound was deep, but as far as she could tell it had missed any vital organs and posed no immediate threat.
Merci wasn't sure she'd be able to beat the stallion in this current state. Perhaps if she could get away, but no, even that might be too difficult. If she moved too much she might bleed out and then where would she be? Best to try and make one last effort. Perhaps she could wound the stallion badly enough to send him running.
Her hunger eclipsed the pain in her side and fueled her strength. She would not die. At least, not without one last meal. If this stallion was going to take her out, she'd take him with her.
Sans Merci gathered her strength and charged the stallion. This time she went for his throat.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:30 pm
It took him more than a moment to get the blade out of her skin. He felt like he'd hit bone. The blade fell to the ground out of his grip and he barely moved out of the way when she went for his throat. Instead, she hit him hard and pushed him back until he got his feet and pushed her back hard.
He wasn't going to die. He wasn't. "Ghost!" He called to his constant companion, fearing for his life.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:46 pm
Sans Merci could feel her teeth graze skin but she wasn't sure she'd managed to land a hit and she didn't have a chance to inspect the situation before she felt the stallion's body slam into hers once more. Once again she felt her breath leave her body. She could also feel the blood running faster down her belly and legs. She heard the stallion call for his wolf just before she fell to the ground and then the darkness engulfed her.
She was still alive, but unconscious.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:12 pm
Jon Snow took a deep breath as he watched her crumple. He was exhausted and sweating. He moved over to Ghost who was standing but bloody. He nudged the wolf, who nudged him back gently.
"Ghost, you're okay," he rubbed the wolf gently. "We're okay," he stood and gathered up his sword. Carefully, he gathered some wood and began a fire with his paws. The heat warmed the cold from his limbs and the soreness. Wrapping a branch in moss, he stuck it into the flames.
Turning his back for a moment, he used snow to clean Ghost's wounds.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:29 pm
The smell of smoke filled the air when she awoke. She lay quietly at first, afraid to move. She could still smell her enemies and the wound at her side throbbed in pain. Cautiously, she lifted her head and saw that the stallion was attending to his wolf. Seizing the opportunity, Sans Merci quickly got to her hooves and made her way to the fire as quietly as possible.
Once or twice she thought she might have made too much noise, but neither the wolf or the stallion appeared to have noticed. Likely, they thought she was dead and wouldn't expect another assault. Gingerly, Sans Merci picked the branch up out of the fire and swung it at the stallion as hard as she could. If she was going to live, this was her last chance.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:45 pm
Ghost's wounds were dark with blood, Jon Snow did his best to clean them out. He'd have to find a healer. On some hunch, some small thought he turned to look behind him right as the walker slung a burning branch at him.
His natural instincts took over to protect his face, and Jon found himself batting the flaming branch away from his face with his paw. He let out a scream as his flesh seared, he could smell the way the flesh cooked as he tried to tear the branch from his paw where it had gotten struck.
Clumsily, he got away from him and tugged his paw close to his body in pain. His eyes looked for Sans Merci, who seemed to be down. As soon as he could manage, he would run. Let the Others have her, he'd had enough.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:53 pm
Merci was weak and her legs were shaking. She could feel the strength leaving her and her heart sank as the stallion batted the fire with his paw. Yet the flames burned him, she could tell that much at least.
Having used the last of her strength, Sans Merci felt herself hit the earth once again. This time, however, she was still conscious. She eyed the stallion, waiting to see his reaction before she tried to strain herself any further. She would fight to the death if she had to, but perhaps by some stroke of luck, he might decide to leave her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:18 pm
Jon Snow strapped his b*****d sword onto his back and kept his paw close to his body as he stumbled away with Ghost howling. He didn't want to leave his foe unvanquished. But she would win if he kept on, and he would die.
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It left a bad taste in his mouth to leave her, but one had to know when to reform for attack--when to lick your wounds. If he stayed out here in the white north, he'd get infected and die. And she would live.
She would live.
So he left her in snow behind him, and headed to find a Maester.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:53 pm
Relief flooded Sans Merci. The stallion was retreating and she had survived. At least for now. If she didn't attend to her wounds soon, she'd risk infection and then where would she be? The mare pulled herself to her hooves once more and slowly made her way to the small creek that wasn't far from where she was.
It didn't take her long to reach the creek and she collapsed in the shallows. The cool water washed the blood and mud away from her legs and her belly. Her wound stung as the icy water touched it, but she knew that she must clean it. She rested then, tending her wounds and allowing herself to recover. Her meal had vanished and she knew the hunger would come back, but there would be easier prey to be had in the future.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:54 pm
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