06-22-2008, 05:42 PM
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OOC: Yep, no problem with powerplay. Lubomir would definitely not hang around XDD ETA: Short post, sorry >_>
Lubomir let out a low malediction. This coyote would not die. And he could feel the last dregs of his energy seeping away into the wet earth, as if the fog itself had crept into his bones and dried them, making them brittle. He found himself panting, low gasping noises that made his throat hurt. He had to end it, one way or another. Thin tendrils of despair crept into his heart, cold curling fingers, thoughts of doom and death flooding his mind. Eventually, the scuffles of the fight became distant noise, though the monster obstinately refused to come out. When Skoll's voice broke through the haze, Lubomir reacted without allowing any more thoughts to cross his mind.
Her armour was tough against his good shoulder and the collision threw him completely off balance. It hurt. It hurt badly. All his bones hurt. And her shield hit his head, his eyes blurring and stars dancing before his vision. He fell over and waited for her blow. He waited for the cold lick of steel to pierce his side. And then nothing. He opened one eye, as if to check he was still alive. He was. So was Skoll. The coyote was dead. Slowly, painfully, Lubomit got up but his front legs gave way and he fell to the ground again. 'Is she... dead?' His own voice sounded strained to his ears and Lubomir thanked Fenrir he was alive. It came to him now. He was alive.
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Lubomir let out a low malediction. This coyote would not die. And he could feel the last dregs of his energy seeping away into the wet earth, as if the fog itself had crept into his bones and dried them, making them brittle. He found himself panting, low gasping noises that made his throat hurt. He had to end it, one way or another. Thin tendrils of despair crept into his heart, cold curling fingers, thoughts of doom and death flooding his mind. Eventually, the scuffles of the fight became distant noise, though the monster obstinately refused to come out. When Skoll's voice broke through the haze, Lubomir reacted without allowing any more thoughts to cross his mind.
Her armour was tough against his good shoulder and the collision threw him completely off balance. It hurt. It hurt badly. All his bones hurt. And her shield hit his head, his eyes blurring and stars dancing before his vision. He fell over and waited for her blow. He waited for the cold lick of steel to pierce his side. And then nothing. He opened one eye, as if to check he was still alive. He was. So was Skoll. The coyote was dead. Slowly, painfully, Lubomit got up but his front legs gave way and he fell to the ground again. 'Is she... dead?' His own voice sounded strained to his ears and Lubomir thanked Fenrir he was alive. It came to him now. He was alive.