aeternum vale.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 04-15-2010, 06:33 AM

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The tawny-furred werewolf never considered his opponents feelings or desires—they did not matter, of course. They were targets, that was all. Haku wanted them dead, and so they should be—Sicarus could not fail the chocolate-hued alpha, or he would find himself expelled quickly. Haku did not seem like the type to tolerate failure in the least, and the orange-eyed Sicarus would not be one to disappoint. His fist had hit something, he felt the softness of flesh beneath it—but the blows were doing nothing to disengage the coyote on his arm, and Sicarus grew panicky, thrashing about and flailing his arms still to disengage the coyote. Most of his hits missed, he was so frantic—there was something wild and uncontrollable in the tawny-hued man, and his mind was completely blanked, free of thought. He had ceased to think logically; it might have occurred to him to slash upward at the man's belly or aim his strikes for the jaw, perhaps to crush it—but no such thing happened within Sicarus, who continued his flailing, finally bringing his claws to the battle, though his swings remain just as wild, his deadly claws slicing through the air next to Hezekiah rather than into the man's flesh most of the time.

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