04-23-2012, 01:48 PM
And down he goes! XD
She was attracted to the noise? Why was she attracted to it? The white wolf had drawn closer with his actions, holding up the siren creature, instead of driven away by how loud it was. It was so very confusing. When he stumbled back, pain shot through his leg. What had she done to him? It hurt so very much, tearing through his flesh. His leg had been damaged, sending him stumbling to the ground, barely managing to hold on. Blood filled the air, falling over the creature in his arms. Why this had happened he didn't know. He didn't like it, wanted it to end.
The cripple stepped over, pressing hard into the coyote's body. He growled pathetically, squirming as he tried to move. The wolf dipped his jaws in, gripping the furry bundle. No! That was his! The coyote frantically fought for the creature, doing his best to hold on. The creature was pulled away though, leaving the coyote empty of his prize. Whining he watched it get carried away, trying again to stand up. Torn leg or not, he wanted his prize. He wanted the pain to stop, and he hated the rain, thunder sounding from the sky. Everything was so slippery.
She was attracted to the noise? Why was she attracted to it? The white wolf had drawn closer with his actions, holding up the siren creature, instead of driven away by how loud it was. It was so very confusing. When he stumbled back, pain shot through his leg. What had she done to him? It hurt so very much, tearing through his flesh. His leg had been damaged, sending him stumbling to the ground, barely managing to hold on. Blood filled the air, falling over the creature in his arms. Why this had happened he didn't know. He didn't like it, wanted it to end.
The cripple stepped over, pressing hard into the coyote's body. He growled pathetically, squirming as he tried to move. The wolf dipped his jaws in, gripping the furry bundle. No! That was his! The coyote frantically fought for the creature, doing his best to hold on. The creature was pulled away though, leaving the coyote empty of his prize. Whining he watched it get carried away, trying again to stand up. Torn leg or not, he wanted his prize. He wanted the pain to stop, and he hated the rain, thunder sounding from the sky. Everything was so slippery.