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The clouds were heavily pressed against the sky, refusing to let an ounce of sunlight through. While the magpie was not in favor of leaving the courthouse, Alyssum was less precautious. "Aly be careful. Don't want more than wet feathers to happen," the bird had warned in his trilly voice, and while she listened with peace, she rolled her eyes once her back was turned. The clouds were nothing more than gray intimidators; she did not sense that the weather could get any worse. Yet, she hoped that she was not wrong. Worse come to worse, though, she could always return to the Fort if the sky were to start trembling.
Even the mare was not comfortable with the idea of leaving the stables, which was a first. Antebellum, the one who would complain in her tongue of how horrible it was being cooped up in the stall, stood firmly whenever Alyssum tried to lead her out. The woman did not try to reason with the horse as she had done with the bird, and allowed her to have her way for once, since she did not want to cause unnecessary stress for the proud creature. With game bag empty, waiting to be filled, and quiver filled with arrows, she set out from Kingsbury on her own.
She decided to head a bit more south than her usual eastward route, for a change of pace. The trees were more widely placed, and the small slopes more occurring. It felt strange to be in these neck of the woods, but other than being less familiar, she felt no different, nor did she have a reason to. She tred the floor softly, though she was lax as usual, until a strong scent waved to her. She crouched lower to the ground to get a better smell, and smiled as she rose and began to follow the rabbit trail. She drew out an arrow as the scent became stronger, and positioned the end so that it can be drawn quickly enough to shoot the fleet-footed game.
But, when she rounded a group of trees, she was quick to turn back on her heels and conceal herself behind a tree that was just rounded enough to hide her. With breath caught in her throat, she slowly crept around the trunk just enough to take a second look. What she had stumbled upon was something bigger than the rabbit she was tracking. In fact, the rabbit fell into the Fates' hands and the thing's paws. It was feline, long tail and narrowed eyes, but it was far larger than the ordinary house cat, and what it was, she did not know. This was a definate first for her.
Deciding quickly that the rabbit was lost game, already half of it gone, she slid back around to walk away quietly without disturbing the creature. But, as if luck was against her itself, she promptly stepped on something--a twig, decayed leaves, who knew--that caused the slightest of noises, and bought the cat's attention quickly. Hissing mixed with feral growls echoed from beyond the tree, and the woman herself hissed a curse at the gods. Alyssum calmly stepped away from the little safety the tree gave her, and faced the thing with bow and arrow drawn.
The cat's yellow gaze was far more than angered, as if was personally scorned by the canine before it. It advanced slowly, clearly unafraid and unimpress at what she pointed at it. But, the coywolf showed no emotion as well, though burrowed in her chest was a pounding heart. The cat did not stop, and with lips curled over teeth, knew they was no reasoning, only instinct. And her supposed instinct, or perhaps foolish pride, told her to rise to the challenge.
An arrow was loosed, and soon planted itself into the creature's foreleg. With a terrible yowl of pain, it screeched wordlessly at the woman and pounce forward unexpectantly, both paws lashing out to grip her. Alyssum backed out, but not quick enough. She howled as one set of claws made its mark upon her right arm. She dropped the bow on the impact, and it was all she could do to get away before the other paw took a swipe at her.
Once she stumbled away, she drew out the dagger she kept at her side, but awkwardly so--her right hand, the favored one, hung limp at her side as the equipped left tried to quell the blood flow. Already tan fingers were stained red, and the beast slowly approached her again, though this time with a limp. She backed away every step it took, but she knew she'd never outrun it. Bleeding, nearly weaponless, all she could think to do was to avoid his claws until what? Until she bled to death? Macbeth was not here to save her, to go get help. She was too far from the Fort to yell, and she feared to howl, as well not wanting to get someone killed because of her. Her breath quickened and eyes became wider, yet she snarled right back at the growling cat, like an animal trapped and refusing to go down without a fight.
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The sky was grey, an unusual change to the summer weather. They had received some rain recently but mostly the showers came and went, the sun peaking through fairly quickly. The grey overcast seemed to make most of Casa’s members feel lazy, with most hanging around the Fort. Jazper himself had taken to sharpening his sword under a tree close to the gates. The stables were fairly close and it didn’t go unnoticed to him when Alyssum came into view, retiriving her horse. His ears perked as he watched her, golden eyes steady and a smile on his face. She was a smaller girl but she had fight in her that even the sun king would not want to piss her off, he knew much better than that.
His concern started to grow when he heard the noises of the protesting horse and her brown hued figure left horseless. The horses normally spent their time roaming the Fort freely but even Vito ended up in the stable on grey days like today, unwilling to leave out of fear for his good looks. Curiosity over came the Knight and he resided to follow the de Fonte girl. Shifting down to his Halfling form he started off. Tracking her at a lazy pace he followed down wind. He didn’t dare get too close, and she would want her privacy but he needed something to do.
The scent of a gopher caught his attention, distracting him from his mission. With a grin he trotted over to where a fresh small hole in the ground indicated where a gopher had poked up moments before. Not really trying to catch it, but more so amuse himself, his large paws moved to dig at the ground. A sound in the distance caused his ears to twitch but his attention remained on digging until a terrible yowl, belonging to a wild cat of sorts, and a more familiar howl of pain immediately turned his head. Without another thought he pushed his feet to carry him as quickly as he could towards the scent of Alyssum.
As he drew nearer he could smell blood, the scent pushing him harder until at last he landed between the injured beast and female, his own mighty snarl completing his comrade’s. His large body crouched low to the ground, ready to spring on the cougar as soon as it dared attack. Unlike Aly, Jazper already had experience dealing with the wild cats. Golden eyes quickly noticed the creatures limp as it hissed back at him unwilling to back down. If it came down to it the cat would still be faster than the warrior, but with it’s injury he was confidant he would be able to kill it.
The cat took the opportunity, as his eyes were momentarily distracted by it’s wound, to pounce on the large canine. It’s sharp claws digging into his back. Another fierce snarl escaped him as he pushed the beast into a near by tree and scrambled to get the upper hand. His teeth found skin and began to pull desperately as it’s claws raked his back drawing blood as it tried to hold on. .Jazzy-008 b {font-weight:bold; color:#446374; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #597a8c; } .Jazzy-008 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .Jazzy-008 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#0b222e; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2edsf1h.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 335px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3d4d56; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .Jazzy-008 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .Jazzy-008 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
08-01-2012, 12:39 PM
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08-17-2012, 09:07 PM
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Closing his golden eyes Jazper attempted to regain his balance and focus, the fast paced strikes mixed with the blood soaking into his fur making him slightly dizzy. His upper lip was permanently drawn back in an intimidating snarl, his teeth agape and ready to bite as his eyes began to focus once more. As the world around him became clearer he could see that Alyssum’s wound was bleeding out substantially and the cougar had turned on her, yowls edging on the fae.
Taking hold of the opportunity he used up a final bout of energy, launching himself with his back feet to push his body on top of the feline. Crashing to the ground his jaws began to tear, digging into hits neck and pinning the beast down with pure mass. In one final motion Jazper twisted its neck sharply, cracking the bone. As the cat fell limp in his jaws the Knight dropped its head to the ground. Golden eyes rose from the ground, his large body panting and the ferocity still clear in his eyes, his blood running hot from the battle, but as his eyes met Aly’s greens he instantly calmed.
Emotion swept over him, a wave of concern and unspoken love that he had yet to admit to himself. What would he have done if he had failed, if the cougar had gotten to the huntress before he had arrived? Pushed the thoughts from his mind and allowing his body to be driven by the new relief he rushed forward. Stopping inches away from her he wrapped a large paw around the upper half of her legs, he head pushing affectionately against her stomach. He didn’t know what to say, the sense of relief seeming to paralyze his tongue. .Jazzy-008 b {font-weight:bold; color:#446374; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #597a8c; } .Jazzy-008 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .Jazzy-008 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#0b222e; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2edsf1h.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 335px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3d4d56; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .Jazzy-008 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .Jazzy-008 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
08-17-2012, 09:45 PM
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08-17-2012, 10:53 PM
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As their eyes met it was clear they were both experiencing something strange. He had saved a few wolves in his time, from pups to families to just females but there was something about her cry that had drawn pure instinctive animal to be drawn to the forefront and a heat to burn in his chest that he had only felt once before, the day that the barn collapsed on Ghita. The feelings scared him slightly, was he in love with the hybrid? They had only known each other for a season, though he looked forward to every second around her. As he embraced her she collapsed to the ground and his ears perked, even more concern bubbling up but as she spoke his name he couldn’t help but listen happily.
As his mind began to wander to getting the petite girl back to the Fort and into Hadley’s capable hand her words escaped causing him to recoil a step and his eyes to thin. Stupid? He grumbled, his pride getting the better of him for the time being, You’re the one that needed the saving, there was no way I would have died. He refused to believe he was ever in any real danger, it was two against one of course he was safe. I did it because… Cutting his words off and taking a deep breath to relax he bite his tongue, I would have done it for anyone. He decided stubbornly. After a moment he sighed and gently rubbed his cheek against the coymix’s, Come on. We need to get you fixed up. Moving to her side he prepared to help her back to her feet and act as a leaning post if need be all the way back to the Fort. .Jazzy-008 b {font-weight:bold; color:#446374; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #597a8c; } .Jazzy-008 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .Jazzy-008 {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#0b222e; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2edsf1h.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 335px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3d4d56; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .Jazzy-008 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .Jazzy-008 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |