06-19-2009, 03:32 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> That's cool :] You can maybe take advantage of his attack here to make some large gash in his legs or back if you wanted to do that? No big wounds have been inflicted so far, and if they have I should have read your posts better, heheh.. Babysitting niece again, will be back for a post more before bedtime I hope, though  Word Count: 546 In the darkness there were no sounds but those that came from the two. Dawali growled and barked as the beast threw itself at him - which had been expected. There was a pattern, and the red wolf male would endure this attack once more, and then - perhaps - it would be over. The more Brennt exerted himself, the more his heart would beat, the more blood he would lose. The furs of that male were warm and sticky with blood, a lot of which was his own. As his form was torn and bit and pummeled at, however, the red furs were soaked with the blood of his enemy, gushing from the fatal wound at his neck. Still, the male had not come to his proper self again, still he was in a state of survival, where no ethical battles could reach him. It was him or that beast, a beast which had attacked so many innocents, and even killed some of them. He had perhaps the weaker will to live, judging by the fierceness of the other, but he had the greater luck. Perhaps it was fate's way of rewarding those who did not take lives for their own enjoyment. The red wolf male stood in the corner and took every beat, but at the same time tried to defend himself. There was still strength in his opponent, and until it lay dead he could not take his eyes off it - although he couldn't see it - nor could he trust its presence not to be dangerous. If he thought he had felt the beast's raging, uncontrolled frenzy before, he was wrong. Pain encircled him as Brennt bit and tore at every place accessible, and Dawali's control over the situation was dwindling. The beast was not growing weaker as fast as he would like. In a moment he considered his possibilities, and then took a chance. His front legs lowered from their defensive position, and he sprung to the side swiftly. His thin self was forced between the attacking beast and the wall of the corner he was stuck in, and once at its side he lunged forward, aiming only for the inner thigh or crotch, or anything in the vicinity of the large artery that ran there. Skin was punctured by his smaller, sharp teeth, and in the force of Dawali's jaw the skin and veins did not last long. His growl was a deep, bass sound, traveling through him along the spine and felt in his every bone. Shaking about, all of his body unprotected from the other, he wildly tore at his opponent's form until he could again taste an amount of blood in his mouth that revealed that an artery had been opened. Then, he backed away from the creature, that growl still ringing in his skull, maintained, his head lowered for protection. He would not die now. The red wolf's breath was shallow as he prepared himself for a final exertion - Brennt could not last long now, not with those wounds. Not while attacking that way. Both wolves' pelts were red with blood of each other, but most of all it was Brennt's blood which colored the wooden floor which fate had chosen as their battle-ground. |