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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:24 am
A low growl and hiss escaped his as she spoke. Just her existence was an insult enough but her rambling made things worse on her and her false pack, yes.. he would surely see it fall if he had his way. But for now.. now he needed to take care of the matron.. this... false she wolf. "Then be ready to meet your death." He growled as he was about to make his move. Sadly for him She had been quicker at the draw and he found himself back peddling to get out of her way. Meanwhile, he tried to brace himself for the collision he knew was emanate.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 4:55 am
Crack.
The attack had landed. She felt the drawback as her hoof bounced sharply off of his shoulder, she would have preferred the collision to be in the centre of his chest with the hope of winding him. She looked over her shoulder, making a vital mistake. Pausing. She collected a shallow gasp of breath, ears twitching at the sound of lapping liquid some way away. As she stood there staring at what had been left in wake of the short lived buck'a'roo, her escape route was forming.
It was time to flee the scene. She moved forward forcing her wound to work with her body as she embraced the pain and strain that was in with the odds against her. A hill met her a few hoof beats away and she simply threw herself in to the rough tumble down it, hitting stones, tangling in branches and mud that made their way in to her fur. She hit the rocks that lay by the river with a thud. Hearing a familiar crack, only louder. Her side throbbed, ached and sent a string of excruciating pain soaring through her body. The wolf howled her pain in a twisted voice.
Her side was now damp and in this state the cat would clearly have an easy kill, she wearily looked to the hill top where she had fallen. It was steeper than she had thought it would be and although it felt as if her ribs had snapped behind their shield of skin and fur coat she didn't regret it. Her last and only idea was to risk the rapid current in hope it would drag her down stream and wash her up on land somewhere or drown in replacement of being killed and eaten by the predator.
She would never die under his command. She was taking the risk.
Slipping in to the rushing stream she let it take her, slipping out of consciousness as it took her, passing out from the pain of her broken bones and war wounds.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:28 am
The blow he got from the mare caused him to pause and catch his barrings. His shoulder ached and now he'd have to soak long in the heated springs he'd claimed for his own safe haven from prying eyes. But first he had to finish the pitiful mare and her offspring.
Regaining his barrings, he shook his massive head and slipping with a cracking sound of bones that were pulling apart and taking new form, he shifted from the form of the stallion wearing the pelt of a cat to a large hulking cat pale blue and striped. The blood draining from her wounds gave a simple trail. Opening his mouth, he took in the smell of her blood and followed it along.
He followed down the steep decline of a hill till he reached the river. No sigh of the false wolf, she stalked the river's edge back and forth, padding along in hopes to pick the trail up once more. Eying the swift moving water, he gave a snort with displeasure. No, She couldn't have. Then again.. she did seem the difficult sort to deny him such a trophy as her head. She was a stubborn mare, till he knew for sure that she was indeed dead he'd have to bank on the idea of her still being around. He'd have his revenge. and even if the old mare did die.. she now knew he had the scent of her foal and that would be enough to lead him to this false pack and annihilate everything she ever bred into existence.
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