you stand there shaking by your pew

Sparrow · 05-25-2012, 06:10 PM

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why are you so scared?
you stand there shaking by your pew, the icons are whispering to you

Word Count → 630 :: this came out longer than i wanted. :/ edit: DERP, 3,000+ words? I don't think. [/fixes]

Her retaliation was futile, and the actions she made to protect her head, chest, and the areas where her vital organs laid were falling quickly under the brute force of the wolf. Though her hind claws dug into the man’s stomach, it did not faze him, if not tempted him to inflict more pain on her further; claws tore at her forearms for a moment, tiny drops of red falling on her face. The attacks stopped, but she only held her breath, thinking it may as well as been her last. But, a thud echoed in her ears as the giant fell beneath a force that came out of nowhere.

Sparrow was quick to scuffle backwards on her back, arms aching but swift to get her out of the way of the feuding canines. Scent told her more than sight that her sister was the lightning that struck down the wolf, and mixed feelings came over her. Relief, gratitude, fear, anger was directed at so many things, but the woman had no time to think as Vesper rose from the brawl from being pushed back, snarling like she had never heard her do before. If the wolf believed in such things as a God and Heaven, the mottled hybrid thought he must have saw Hell upon his enemy’s face. But, Sparrow saw icy fire rage in his own eyes as he went at her sister.

Her body moved incredibly slowly as she scrambled to her feet when the Boreas clamped down on the tawny woman; time sped, movements were quick to draw, but herself was slackened, like a dream that was turned into a nightmare. A scream that she knew was Vesper’s echoed, lost to all in the rabble but not to Sparrow, sent a deadly chill down her back, and pushed harder to get up despite her body’s own protests, but she seemed to move all the slower. For a moment, she felt all hope escape her being—being as slow as she was, there was no chance for her to save her sister in time before any more damage was done, moral or not.

A gray figure tackled the wolf, and her breath caught in her chest when she realized who it was. Axatia was excited, full of happy life when she met her the other day. But, it all seemed to be a different story when she watched the D’Angelo declare her justification, venom spitting from her very words, as she finally was able to rise to her feet. Pangs of empathy and pity both poked at her mind, but reasonable feelings did not reach her focus, for the girl suddenly attacked the male, and dread crept upon Sparrow.

She saw the flicker of the knife, a pure silver flash, and instantly felt the need to back away even further, the weapon dangerous and unknown to her. But, before she could even move, the Boreas struck Axatia, and she tensed. He raised the knife again, and the mottled woman rushed forward, though she knew she would not be able to reach them in time to stop it. But, the girl yanked at his foot, making him lose his balance, his knife flailing instead of making another mark. It was then Sparrow was upon them, her tan hands that were covered with a bit of her own life reaching for the silver that was coated with Axatia’s. She had managed to get a grip on his wrist, but he only directed his strikes upon her now, sometimes nicking her on her shoulder or arm when he attempted to hit her throat.

It was all she could do was to keep the point away from her, trying her absolute best to wrestle the knife away from the wolf, and to a further extent, the girl and herself.

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