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Larkspur D'Angelo · 06-07-2011, 11:51 PM

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pray to your god, open your heart

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Time slowed. The hybrid king, his Boss, the man who had risked his life to prove his right to rule, let out a sound that filled Larkspur’s head with red-hot rage. His own chest let out a deep and terrible growl, but he could not risk releasing the bear as long as it held his Thistle King. Then the brown man was flying and time rushed forward again. The bear and Larkspur howled together. His teeth did not lessen their grip even as the bear made to turn on him.

With a forcible yank, the massive wolf threw his hind feet up to the bear's back and allowed gravity to pull them down. This move cost him dearly; even as the bear let out a stupid bellow they were falling onto the rocky ground below. A sharp pain shot up the dark wolf’s back and all along the length of his spine, but he could not hesitate, not when the life of his leader was on the line. Snarling and making as much noise as his heavier opponent, Larkspur scrambled to grapple with the bear. It roared, unable to gain footing, and as the Arbiter moved against sliding rock he felt sharp and terrible pressure against his thigh.

The bear, unable to reach him with massive paws still struggling against its own weight, had reached out and clamped its massive jaws onto the D’Angelo’s haunch. Yelping, the Secui’s turned his own fangs onto the bear’s face, slicing its nose and muzzle as he snapped in a flurry of off-white teeth and blood-stained foam.

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