06-02-2009, 08:20 PM
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It's all good. Since you're having her enter, i'm going to have Catalyst continuously run away into DdM until Cwmfen comes upon her at some point. 800+ WotD: Hortatory
The following events that were taking place at the moment suddenly happened all too fast. Such actions, and such a conclusion to the fight was just too swift to possibly happen in that amount of time, at least in her dual hued eyes it was. The Dahlian bellowed for her to go and hide again, but his sentence was cut short by an almost effortless blow, one that shook Catalyst and made her cringe and yelp at the action on her own will as if the blow had struck her in some sense. The exchange of contact to the russet male instantly made her eyes tear, and the fresh dam behind her lids was stinging with the sensation of crying a cascade of tears. Instantly the initial blow that was actually more tame than what was to follow prompted her to cry, unable to hold such a thing back at this point. Seeing the two males collide and clash forces, the male on her side of the fight now hoarsely and loudly proclaimed for her to get moving right now, in which this was enough for the de Sadira to messily scramble her paws together and get them to propel her backwards, away from the confrontation and from the fate of her pack mate, not wanting to be caught in the same predicament. The fear that was coursing through her, it was making movement difficult than commanded. The adrenaline of fear fought to keep her limbs stiff, to be petrified in place. Several attempts to reel back caused her to almost fumble over her paws several times more, but she was able to catch herself thanks to the natural instinct of fight or flight that was taking control over her movement; her small limbs working in a manner to take her as far away from the scene as possible, far away from this true monster that put even a mere puppy eater to shame.
For some odd reason to her, it was hard to breathe as her pace picked up. The breath, stolen like before, refused to exhale from her lungs. With her vision clouding with the fog of moisture from her building tears, Catalyst couldn't help but look back as the final and fatal blow was executed upon her pack mate; a glorious spray and stream of blood pouring from the pathways of what was the border patroller's throat, severed and dripping from the jaws of his captor. Caught sight of in a glimpse, the red liquid was certainly thicker than water, held fleeting life to its rivers. A minute ago he was simply speaking to her like any other adult did, full of that zest of life and acting like an alive being like everyone else did in everyday life, and now he hung limp in the dark wolf's jaws, just like the freshly killed rabbits that her guardians brought them. No, wolves weren't supposed to look like that. Fellow pack mates weren't supposed to look like that. Strangers weren't supposed to do things like that to respect pack lands. A sound akin to a half yelp and a squeal made its way from her throat, her last backwards image of the two wolves permanently burned into mind with the border patroller now dead, bleeding continuously, and hanging limp, while those colorless eyes watched Catalyst attempt to make a departure, unsure if maybe the demon was contemplating on making her a target. The way he looked at her while he hung his now trophy in his jaws, it was sinister, bloodlust, purely terrifying. It was reason enough to get out of there right now.
For all the previous moments that the russet Dahlian was telling her to leave the area, Catalyst was surely putting a move on it now. Her paws and limbs worked to their full and best advantage as possible, bolting away from the borders and back into the central safe land of Dahlia. Her eyes splayed with tears, too much to the point of where they blinded her as to where she was running, but she didn't care. As long as her paws were moving on flat ground, she would keep going. With a hortatory tone in her throat, she began to howl. It was a mangled howl, mixed in with the combination of sobs, whines, and gasps of air; slightly off tune, but very much full of a horrid, broken song. Catalyst howled as loud and long as she could stabilize, calling out to whatever and whoever could hear her call. Perhaps her strained howls gave her position away too easily for the demon wolf back at the borders, but she didn't care. Catalyst didn't care if her siblings would make a spectacle of herself, laughing at her for running away from a monster and being weak about it. She was strong indeed, but this was out of her realm completely. Death was misunderstood to her yet. Her siblings wouldn't know what she just witnessed, wouldn't comprehend what was seen. For running as fast as she could, she could already feel her sides hurt from the exertion, her lungs even more winded than initially felt. Still, Catalyst pushed herself, determined to get as far away as possible for what happened, crying out, howling out to her adopted pack.
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It's all good. Since you're having her enter, i'm going to have Catalyst continuously run away into DdM until Cwmfen comes upon her at some point. 800+ WotD: Hortatory
The following events that were taking place at the moment suddenly happened all too fast. Such actions, and such a conclusion to the fight was just too swift to possibly happen in that amount of time, at least in her dual hued eyes it was. The Dahlian bellowed for her to go and hide again, but his sentence was cut short by an almost effortless blow, one that shook Catalyst and made her cringe and yelp at the action on her own will as if the blow had struck her in some sense. The exchange of contact to the russet male instantly made her eyes tear, and the fresh dam behind her lids was stinging with the sensation of crying a cascade of tears. Instantly the initial blow that was actually more tame than what was to follow prompted her to cry, unable to hold such a thing back at this point. Seeing the two males collide and clash forces, the male on her side of the fight now hoarsely and loudly proclaimed for her to get moving right now, in which this was enough for the de Sadira to messily scramble her paws together and get them to propel her backwards, away from the confrontation and from the fate of her pack mate, not wanting to be caught in the same predicament. The fear that was coursing through her, it was making movement difficult than commanded. The adrenaline of fear fought to keep her limbs stiff, to be petrified in place. Several attempts to reel back caused her to almost fumble over her paws several times more, but she was able to catch herself thanks to the natural instinct of fight or flight that was taking control over her movement; her small limbs working in a manner to take her as far away from the scene as possible, far away from this true monster that put even a mere puppy eater to shame.
For some odd reason to her, it was hard to breathe as her pace picked up. The breath, stolen like before, refused to exhale from her lungs. With her vision clouding with the fog of moisture from her building tears, Catalyst couldn't help but look back as the final and fatal blow was executed upon her pack mate; a glorious spray and stream of blood pouring from the pathways of what was the border patroller's throat, severed and dripping from the jaws of his captor. Caught sight of in a glimpse, the red liquid was certainly thicker than water, held fleeting life to its rivers. A minute ago he was simply speaking to her like any other adult did, full of that zest of life and acting like an alive being like everyone else did in everyday life, and now he hung limp in the dark wolf's jaws, just like the freshly killed rabbits that her guardians brought them. No, wolves weren't supposed to look like that. Fellow pack mates weren't supposed to look like that. Strangers weren't supposed to do things like that to respect pack lands. A sound akin to a half yelp and a squeal made its way from her throat, her last backwards image of the two wolves permanently burned into mind with the border patroller now dead, bleeding continuously, and hanging limp, while those colorless eyes watched Catalyst attempt to make a departure, unsure if maybe the demon was contemplating on making her a target. The way he looked at her while he hung his now trophy in his jaws, it was sinister, bloodlust, purely terrifying. It was reason enough to get out of there right now.
For all the previous moments that the russet Dahlian was telling her to leave the area, Catalyst was surely putting a move on it now. Her paws and limbs worked to their full and best advantage as possible, bolting away from the borders and back into the central safe land of Dahlia. Her eyes splayed with tears, too much to the point of where they blinded her as to where she was running, but she didn't care. As long as her paws were moving on flat ground, she would keep going. With a hortatory tone in her throat, she began to howl. It was a mangled howl, mixed in with the combination of sobs, whines, and gasps of air; slightly off tune, but very much full of a horrid, broken song. Catalyst howled as loud and long as she could stabilize, calling out to whatever and whoever could hear her call. Perhaps her strained howls gave her position away too easily for the demon wolf back at the borders, but she didn't care. Catalyst didn't care if her siblings would make a spectacle of herself, laughing at her for running away from a monster and being weak about it. She was strong indeed, but this was out of her realm completely. Death was misunderstood to her yet. Her siblings wouldn't know what she just witnessed, wouldn't comprehend what was seen. For running as fast as she could, she could already feel her sides hurt from the exertion, her lungs even more winded than initially felt. Still, Catalyst pushed herself, determined to get as far away as possible for what happened, crying out, howling out to her adopted pack.
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