09-15-2009, 06:29 PM
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@$%&Two bodies connected in front of him and went tumbling in separate directions. The grey wolf was stunned, but he knew even a moment's hesitation could be his downfall. He refused to accept it was too late. As he completed the roll he rose to his feet again in a panic, but the Aquila had already bought Anselm the time that he needed. Gabriel had made the first hit, but he was determined to taste blood. He leapt towards his quarry with claws fully extended and latched on to the male's sides, causing him to falter in his steps again. He turned and snapped wildly at Anselm's paws, but the secui's reach was far greater and the tattooed wolf was deliberately letting him slip forward and away, tearing long, parallel slashes down his sides as he tried, in vain, to flee.
@$%&"Like breaking bones, punk?" he half-hissed, half-growled. Normally he wouldn't bother to waste his breath in these situations, but he had nearly the entire clan behind him. Somebody else could take care of the dirty work--he just wanted to get his point across. With that, he released his grip and he reached forward with his muzzle as the wolf tried to stumble away. His jaws found their target and he clamped down--hard--on his left hind leg. The crack of crushed bone was drowned out by the pained yowl from their victim, but Anselm was yet to be satisfied. His jaws locked down and he braced all his weight backward, claws now digging into the moist soil as he trashed his head wildly, aiming to dislocate the bastard's leg completely.
@$%&If the wolf tried to whirl to his right to bite him, Anselm simply moved to the left, and vice versa. As he shook he separated his jaws just a millimetre, allowing some of the leg to slip between his teeth so that he could latch on and crush a different segment of bone. A series of high-pitched yelps, abrasive and pained, played as fine music in his ears. In his manic thrashing he finally managed to lose his grip, and the wolf rose and began to hobble away on three legs as his fourth was now completely useless. Let him have his hope--Anselm knew that it was over before it had even started. The scent of blood would send them all into a frenzy. At this point, it was just a game of cat and mouse.
» go team! >
@$%&Two bodies connected in front of him and went tumbling in separate directions. The grey wolf was stunned, but he knew even a moment's hesitation could be his downfall. He refused to accept it was too late. As he completed the roll he rose to his feet again in a panic, but the Aquila had already bought Anselm the time that he needed. Gabriel had made the first hit, but he was determined to taste blood. He leapt towards his quarry with claws fully extended and latched on to the male's sides, causing him to falter in his steps again. He turned and snapped wildly at Anselm's paws, but the secui's reach was far greater and the tattooed wolf was deliberately letting him slip forward and away, tearing long, parallel slashes down his sides as he tried, in vain, to flee.
@$%&"Like breaking bones, punk?" he half-hissed, half-growled. Normally he wouldn't bother to waste his breath in these situations, but he had nearly the entire clan behind him. Somebody else could take care of the dirty work--he just wanted to get his point across. With that, he released his grip and he reached forward with his muzzle as the wolf tried to stumble away. His jaws found their target and he clamped down--hard--on his left hind leg. The crack of crushed bone was drowned out by the pained yowl from their victim, but Anselm was yet to be satisfied. His jaws locked down and he braced all his weight backward, claws now digging into the moist soil as he trashed his head wildly, aiming to dislocate the bastard's leg completely.
@$%&If the wolf tried to whirl to his right to bite him, Anselm simply moved to the left, and vice versa. As he shook he separated his jaws just a millimetre, allowing some of the leg to slip between his teeth so that he could latch on and crush a different segment of bone. A series of high-pitched yelps, abrasive and pained, played as fine music in his ears. In his manic thrashing he finally managed to lose his grip, and the wolf rose and began to hobble away on three legs as his fourth was now completely useless. Let him have his hope--Anselm knew that it was over before it had even started. The scent of blood would send them all into a frenzy. At this point, it was just a game of cat and mouse.
» go team! >