08-29-2009, 11:31 PM
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mall-caps;">In Character There was that smell again, that wolfy scent permeating through the air. Even through the rain, the coyote hybrid could smell that thick, earthy smell of wolf—her glittering golden eye seemed to dance with flames as she moved. Her fingers flexed and curled, their long, jagged claws already extended, prepared to rip and render flesh. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her breath came in quicker pants, though she was hardly drained of energy. It was simple excitement showing on the hybrid woman's features which made her breath come quicker. All around her, she could smell the others, and as they converged she could see flashes of fur, distant and in her peripheral vision. They were getting close now, the sticky smell of his fear clearer than anything to the hybrid woman. It was like blood to a shark; through all the other myriad of scents coating the air the coyote's nose read that one above all else, and it drove her harder. Now she could not keep her voice quiet; as she ran growls echoed from her throat, low and rumbling. Before her she could see him, flashes of gray and white as he desperately headed forward, deeper into their familiar territory. This was a mistake; if he had any chance of survival he would have to make it to the borders, and with fully half of Inferni's coyotes bearing down on his tail, that was nigh impossible. The coyote woman was running now, her long Optime legs providing her with a lengthy but ungainly stride, and though she knew she could not keep the pace for long, the silver canine was running at full tilt, a snarl planted on her scarred muzzle. There was no escaping this—the coyotes were all around him, everywhere. Even Mason's small, childish call echoed up from somewhere behind her, even the youngest of their clan ready to throw his weight in if it was needed. |