{M}Speak softly, and claw your way out.

Ykesha of Lynn · 03-26-2011, 12:01 PM

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If it isn‘t clear by the post she just lopped the broken gun at him lolz. ^_^; Word count 388 - 3 points

The woman’s brindled arm shook slightly, half from fear, and half from rage. Her fingers, still wrapped firmly around the pistol’s handle, vibrated like a rattlesnake’s tail. Were her jaw not so tightly clenched, it too would have clattered. Yet the coyote’s resolve was clear and her expression remained one of steel. How dare he? Her eyes narrowed as her face tightened in further hostility. How dare this creature?! The female’s mouth peeled wide in a snarl, saliva dripping from her jaws in a primal manner. Her chest heaved with the effort to contain her rage and the woman’s labored breathing growled as the sickness within her lungs churned. She sounded ill. She sounded furious.

She was both.

Ykesha’s eyes climbed up the strangers body, taking his features in with hostility. The hate in her eyes glowed and were they capable of punishment each would have dealt his golden hide 50 lashes for his transgressions. No one would disrespect Inferni while she drew breath, least of all a wolf. The snarl raping Ykesha’s face widened, elongated teeth flashing against the steel of the broken gun.

“Coward!” she called to him. “You think you can appear on Inferni’s doorstep and simply slink back to your poisoned lands without consequence?” The woman’s shoulders seemed to bristle with unnerve. Her hackles had completely flowered, reaching in different direction like a hedgehog poised in defense. “No, fiend.” Her eyes narrowed, bulging with aggression so that she appeared both deformed and vicious. When the aggressive mouth opened again her words fell heavy and toxic like dung from the back end of a cow. “There will be no exception for you.”

With this, the hybrid readied her stance, showering her weight equal between both feet. Her slim arm drew back, the pistol grinning as she made to throw it. The girl’s ribs twisted, her legs pushed fourth, and one brindled arm slung forward, gun in tow. The weapon split through the air, singing as metal peeled apart the currents of the wind towards the wolf opposite Ykesha. She bristled, body bending in anticipation as the useless projectile hurtled towards the golden male. Ykesha would punish him with or without a functioning pistol. She needed no Bullet of Man to tear into the bowels of this quarry. This she would do with her own fingers.

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