06-18-2009, 07:36 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> I was sleeping \o/ slight pp and stuff, I think that was what you wanted anyway? It's vague, so you can always define it in your next post if you want  Word Count: 454 Every creak, every roar of thunder sent his muscles jerking as he tried to move confidently through every room. The house seemed painfully large now that he feared death around every corner, and his muscles were beyond tense when he stepped through a doorway with his front legs, and halted to map the room. The world flashed white, and for a second his surroundings changed to something of another world, its colors present but so vague it could have been a bad print on a very old newspaper. Everything was white, and while Dawali's eyes were shocked by the sudden light, he found in himself a much greater reaction as his gaze suddenly met another, yellow set of eyes. Dawali jerked in surprise and fear, and in a few moments which felt like hours he recognized the male's pose and what it was going to do. Its fur was clotted of dried blood in many places, and most of the beast looked as if it was death reincarnated, easily ignoring all its wounds and coming at himself now with full force. For all the judgments he could make in those moments, the pack leader found in himself no time to react - he could merely stand and watch as the predator lunged at him, rooted in one place without ability to move. Fangs and claws met him and he twisted below the wolf on instinct, uncertain what to do and what he was working towards. He had received wounds before - and some inflicted by other wolves, but it had never been a situation such as this. In reality, Dawali had never properly fought with another wolf, and this was not the situation he preferred. He was weaponless, and in a form he did not feel the master of. Teeth and claws punctured his skin in several places, to him a flurry of weapons and pain, which he could not calculate. He felt helpless, but knew instantly that he must not allow the other to stay in control. Dawali was smaller and lighter, and would require less strength to move around. The larger, stronger wolf which stood above him like a mountain could not be allowed full control. Dawali's jaws opened and he snarled as he let them snap at random, willing to wildly bite whatever he found in order to search for a way out of the current situation. Suddenly remembering that he had claws as well, his legs joined the fight, tearing at anything they could find. The panic and adrenaline he had felt earlier had been a hindrance then - and an aid now, helping him to ignore the ethical issues he had felt so many times, helping him to survive. |