06-17-2009, 06:18 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Sorry, I had to re-read you guys' threads and you wrote so much!  Word Count: 495 His heart beat violently in his chest as he ran, sprinted on his four legs. Unused to being in this form, it was still as natural for him as any, but it required a different kind of regarding one's obstacles and path. Still, he needed this form, both for the speed and the action he had in mind. As the sky darkened and the colors of the world disappeared into greys and blacks of different shades and hues, he ran deeper into the city, paws pummeling old crumbling asphalt. The sight of Cwmfen ran through his mind, the sight of Noir and her wounds, of Oceane and her wounds, and what other dreadful sights whose cause he was chasing. He would finish the job. Fear still raged in him, not decreased after seeing what the thing had done to a warrior such as Cwmfen. The trail of scent which the predator had left, however, told of the severity of the wounds he had received by the mouth of that warrior, and it reassured Dawali. He was, after all, at full health - and his enemy was not. The scenery changed around him as he moved further and further into the city, his pace as swift as it had been from the start. He was driven by anger, by fear - and most of all revenge. Brennt would pay, but for all his fierce emotions the red wolf male could not ignore the fact that he was terrified of both the predator and himself. The prospect of murder - of ending someone's life - frightened him to unspeakable ends. But today his hands or legs did not shake, at least not yet, and there was an unusual fire in his eyes. It grew as the scent in his nose did, and he knew he was closing in on him. Rain beat him down and his furs were soon soggy, and Gvihita called out fiercely before soaring higher, up above the storm clouds to save herself from the heavy rain drops. Suddenly the four-legged male came to a halt, knowing that here, somewhere in one of these houses, was Brennt. The rain spread the scent particles in every direction, and the smell of blood was overwhelming. The red wolf would have no idea where to look for the other, and so he stood there - in the middle of the street, bewildered for a moment as to what to do. He spun around himself a few times, as if he could be able to see the contents of the houses by looking at their outsides, although finally he called out, a simple howl, no words. It penetrated the soundscape of the rain's clatter on windows and roofs and asphalt. An eagle's cry reverberated from the skies, high above the clouds of the storm, covering the sky like a blanket. If he did not come Dawali would be forced to move inside, which he feared most of all. |