08-16-2009, 05:53 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> The ashen coyote had realized, even in the heat of battle—this was different. This was for life or death; if he beat or bullied her to the ground her life would certainly end here, tonight, in the pestering rain that had ceased to register on the coyote's mind except to loosen her footing. Even so, neither creature seemed affected by the terrain—and why would they? Their Secui claws were just as good for ripping flesh as they were for gripping the ground, and both canines' feet acted like cleats, their thick claws digging into the soft ground to keep them balanced even at a full-tilt run in the mud. The coyote's deadly fangs found giving flesh and they ripped, slicing cleanly into his flesh, and it seemed she would dart by unaffected, until there was a lightning strike of red-hot pain against her neck. His fangs sunk in low on her neck and nearer to her shoulder, where the halfling's mane was thinnest, his teeth clenching a hold in her flesh and biting deep. Haku had yanked her to a stop, his teeth finding her blood. The immediate, searing pain was present on her face in that ugly snarl, marred by too many scars already, and even as his teeth sank deeper into her flesh the reaction was immediate, a jagged-clawed slash to the softest part of him available, the thin sliver of flesh where his leg connected with the rest of his body. It was hardly a fatal blow, but it was the most sensitive part of his body within her immediate grasp. His fangs dug into her and the pain burned through her neck and shoulder, radiating outward like a supernova through the woman's body. In an instant she bucked against him, shoving all of her weight in the opposite direction, even as she felt her own flesh separate from her body, an immediate stabbing pain replacing it. Blood bubbled from the wound, a large chunk of fur and flesh missing from her collar, leaving a jagged hole behind. It was not so much indifference that had given the hybrid to tear herself away from him, sacrificing a chunk of herself for freedom of movement but necessity—she could not allow him to have such a hold on her, nor could she give him a second up on her. There was no time to pause and regroup from the wound. It spelled out death, plainly written across his face and in those brilliant blue eyes. Even through the throbbing pain, the coyote could feel her fluids seeping from the wound, immediately staining the drab fur around it bloody red. The white on her chest was the same color in short order, even as the coyote whirled on him and turned the wound away from him, her own fangs seeking his face. The coyote would catch that smart muzzle of his and snap it off of his goddamn face for that, and through the agony seeping out of the wound the coyote could feel that blinding red and black thing scream inside of her, the primal cry of something darker than even she could comprehend welling up from somewhere inside of her. It translated into reality, a growl something like a roar echoing from her throat as she tasted blood. |