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Word Count :: ###OK this is to be dated for the 5th of Aug since I have oodles of muse
Ayita was aging and finding her life boring. She wanted to travel to see Jiva again she had not seem him for a while and so today she had decieded that she would start her journey to see him. What had he been up to what news would he have maybe he was finally starting his very own family. She wanted to know all othe this because he was her eldest grand child. She had heard that he had a mate from Niro and Amaranth but that was it. And Well she was hoing to see some great grand children gorw. she didn't mind traveling to and fro the packs it gave her something to do and kept her busy.
The Aging materarch smiled as she looked out on the world maybe since she was heading so far north she would go and see Liam. he had stopped in to tell her he was doing well and where she could find him. Though he promised to travel to her and not make her travel for him. He was such a kind boy though not Saying that Jiva wasn't Jiva was busy like liam building his own life.
The distance was great for the woman but she was not far from her home lands at the moment she had only been traveling for six or so hours and she would soon be heading into the more northern part of the Land. though she rather liked the eclipse territory it was calm and wonderous and it had slowed her down because she was taking her time looking at the things. her rough secui body made traveling easier it also made her feel a little more protected though she knew that fighting was just something she was not good at. Slowing down she leaned forward to look at a flower. its briliant purple color reminded her of her elder daughter who had such stunning eyes.
The forest was still, quiet, and blessedly hot. Machidael felt the damp heat bearing down on him, and while it was not quite so good as the dry heat he was used to, the jackal could easily get used to it. Boredom had driven him south, and boredom had driven him back north again. Machidael was a wanderer, accustomed to the nomad's way of life. He did not consider a home or settling down -- instead, the hybrid roamed from north to south, from one coast to the next, and sated himself in this manner.
Just now, though, he was settled against the thick trunk of a pine. The low branches concealed him rather effectively, or so he thought -- in the distance, he could see a figure moving this way, apparently unaware. Suddenly, the figure stopped. Machidael was certain he'd been seen. He tensed, peering curiously toward the figure as it bent down low, inspecting something close to the ground. The four-legged body was wolfish and thicker than his, perhaps heavier than even his Optime body.
The hybrid peered toward her through the pine boughs. Both ears were cupped toward her. Though his nose twitched, he could not yet detect her scent over the air.
She thought she was alone unable to bring herself to see danger. though niro had been attakced and Many in the new dawn area as well. There was something out there but the blessed catori woman could not see it for all it was worht. not because she didn't want to see it but she just was always to neive. She was so sweet and kind and willing to lend a hand to those in need. Yet never thinking it could cost her a dime.
She turned herself from the flower silly little thing as it was. she moved on. She did not notice the man watching her nor did it seem to bother her her mind was on a goal and that goal well it was on seeing her family. She was bored of the normal kingdom life maybe her elder brother had been right maybe she had wanted power or had wanted more she just wasn't sure anymore.
The dark furred wolf moved closer and closer towards where he was located though her mind was on its destination she couldn't help but think she should not have lied to Amaranth. The girl would be worried if her mother was not home by dark but that was ok she would surprise them all with news from Liam and Jiva when she returned in a week or how ever long it ended up taking.
Stopping the she wolf looked to her right. She could smell him she wasn't as stupid as she thought of herself she could smell another. She looked it was erie there was no movement not a sound as the woman stood there. All she could smell was another but her mind couldn't seem to find him. Hello? She called out. I wont cause you any harm. She stated maybe it was a young one who needed to find a place. or maybe it was just someone who was scared. She never thought it could be someone out for a bit of blood.
It was always wonderful when prey was too stupid to run. Strangely enough, it rarely happened with animals such as antelope and other legitimate prey. On the other hand, it was always the thinking, intelligent Luperci who doubted his intent. Machidael had encountered such a thing before, rarely -- it was difficult to mistake him and his ilk for anything less than predators, when the entirety of the raiders' clan rode down upon a settlement. But alone? Machidael was not so intimidating, even amongst jackals.
Pretty, he commented, pausing his approach. Both hands slid behind his back. Her smile was pretty, even tinged with fear. Help, he said, agreeing with her. I help, he said, guttural voice almost kindly. There was no apparent anger on Machidael's face, just a predatory sharpness, the gaze of a hunter looking down at meat too frightened or confused to run away. And quite suddenly, he was striking. His arm whipped forward and slashed downward with the knife, aiming to rend her pretty smile right off her face.
She may be to friednly or to nice or to much of a princess but even she could get an un easy feeling. She watched as a man spoke he emerged before her and she could feel her nerves tell her she should back up but she was just to foolish. She was her own worst enemy because of this. She looked him over he was rather stunning atleast to her. She had never seen someone like him before.
Ayita waited as his simple word rang through her head. No no what? That was silly she watched and the feeling just grew. She should have ridden out she should have moved at a faster pace. She was a bit nervous no he seemed to want something but the guestion was what? She didn't even have her bag on her so it could not be items.
Crystal blue eyes looked at Him as she tired to smile. Could I help you with anything? she asked softly trying to see if maybe she could aid the young man and then move on. Maybe he was lost or in need of food or care who knew. She just couldn't stand the look he gave. it made the carefree woman feel unnerved on edge,
Her scream was music, and red slid out of the wound. It drew a bright line down her face. The fur around the wound was stained bloody, too -- perhaps spatter. The rust-colored canine only grinned at her growling. His gold tooth gleamed against the pale pearl of his teeth, and he laughed. It was a deep and throaty sort of sound, more of a cackle than a true laugh. His jealousy and anger were beginning to abate, washed away by the red torrent on the side of her face.
Scare! he barked. The slim jackal was always moving, sidestepping and circling around her. He held the knife loosely, in his expert grip, and even made a show of tossing it in an arc a time or two. On the third toss, he caught the knife and -- instead of attacking with it again -- delivered a vicious kick. He aimed it for her ribs, hoping to break one of the more easily breakable bones of the body with the kick
Ayita was the poor child who seemed to be missing out on the thing known as common sense. She looked at the male and even though she should run she didn't. did you think herself brave did she think herself smart? She wasn't sure what on the green earth made her stay put. She looked at him and watched he was so calm and she couldn't imagine him attacking her.
Pardon me? She asked as he said pretty. What was he talking about? She tenderly stepping a back foot backwards. he was odd and now sending the creeper vibe her way. She had no idea it was to late to run. Shewas a fly ensared in the web of a clever little spider. She could maybe take him if she had any training or skill. She was a clutz and a woman groomed for grace not battle.
These thouhts crossed her mind as a knife was swung at her. She had barely seen it. She screamed as she felt its blade run down the side of her face. She stepped back looking at him as she growled. Maybe if she could look mean he'd run off. Though he had the knife not her. She was out matched. she could alread feel the blood beginning to ooze from the wound on her pretty little Maw.
Ayita could smell the matalic blood running down her face. She was scared she had no idea what she was going to do. Backing up brought her no wear had she had any training she'd know to keep moving like him make herself a harder target. Ayita stood there watching him he was so fast and so skilled she was nothing. She was a scared little girl.
She snarled again and looked at him. She had to do something she was larger then him sheer size could out take him. It had to she had to stay alive. there was to much at stake. Snarling she snapped at him a bit as he moved around her. But watching the knife and where it was took a lot of her focus. She watched it and snarled again until his kick landed square on her ribs. her massive body made a thundering thump as his foot collided with her chest. The pain washed over her as she forced herself to turn and snap at his foot. She had to admit that hurt.
Her teeth clicked with snaps and snarls, but they did not make contact with him. A sort of thrill ran through Machidael, then, and he laughed harder, flinging the knife from his dominant hand to the weaker. He did not need his dominant hand to take this one. She was no fighter, and though she outweighed him, she could no more defend herself than any of his prey across the ocean. They had been rather like her -- well-fed and large canines, used to the civilized comforts of a settlement. Machidael was a nomad and a hunter, and his sustenance came from what he could steal, rob, and take by force.
With his kick, however, there was a sharp sting of pain. Her fangs scraped into his flesh, slicing into the tender part of his foot, close to his toes. The hybrid jerked his foot back and set it down. He swayed with the momentary loss of balance and pain. The laugh abruptly stopped, and so did all of Machidael's gleeful playfulness. He lashed out with the knife again. He switched hands once more and slashed again. He was always moving -- darting in to make the first slash, darting away, darting in again. Machidael had long learned his size meant he was an easy opponent to overpower, and his strength was in his speed. And his brutality, too. Perhaps he'd eat her heart -- though, one such as this girl could not provide him with much strength.
Ayita was pleased she could feel her fangs sink into his flesh a bit. She didn’t want to die. She would fight somehow yes she had no skill but all wolves had some form of instincts right? She could survive somehow on those she knew she could. The earth toned woman moved back a slightly to the side. She could feel pain in her ribs as she moved and watching the man terrified her. She should try to run but wouldn’t he just chase her?
No time She took a deep breath wincing from the pain. She watched his knife move from one hand to the other. She glared at him trying to hide her pathetic fear. She wanted to live for her family. She loved them all so much but thinking of them were almost to distracting for her. She Snarled snaping at him again. As his mood seemed to shift and he attacked her for real. The knife cut in deep once and she yowled in pain as he moved and slashed at her again. “Please stop” Her body ached from the pain. “Others will come” She tried to threaten. Others would come she knew they would or better she hoped they would. The second slice scared her half to death as she felt it ripping through flesh deeper then the other.
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Machidael is by me!
There were red rivers running through her thick fur, wide open swaths of flesh. Perhaps he'd broken a rib -- her movements seemed slow, delayed, and her breath came in rattling wheezes. Perhaps he'd been so lucky as to break a rib and puncture a lung. His gold-toothed grin was smeared across his rusty-hued muzzle. Despite her pleading and bleeding, the chestnut hybrid gave no quarter. He circled around her, crouching. The blade flicked out here and there, little testing, nicking cuts along her flank and side.
Let come, he crowed, almost dancing with the outburst. His foot, bleeding on the ground, made his movements slower than they might have been, but not by much. His long, dark-tipped tail flickered back and forth with his joy. This was the meaning of life -- blood and death and pain. All other pursuits were a delusion. I kill! He was too caught up in his madness to consider the idea of taking on an entire group on his lonesome. Luckily, there was no sound of approach, and surely her scream would have roused any nearby companions? One clear, coherent thought flashed into Machidael's mind. Make an end to it.
He was having so much fun, though. He reached out to nab her thick Secui scruff. A cruder thought occurred, and he seriously wondered if he could leap on her back and ride her like a horse. Perhaps he was light enough -- but the coal-streaked hybrid lacked an audience, and humiliating her would serve little. So, he tried to push and shove her to the ground, using the grip on her neck to retain his leverage and keep from her heavyset jaws.
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Ayita could feel fear welling up in her as she strained to look at the man. He had a grip on her scruff and she could feel his claws sinking in to her flesh. She whined in pain it hurt why did he had to hurt her. She was too kind she had caused this she didn't want to see the evil in this world. She wanted to run from the evil she had once seen pretend it wasn't there. She wanted it to be perfect but life was not perfect she had to accept that.
"Please don't kill me I don't want to die" She cried. She was terrified her massive body being forced to the ground like she were a doll. She snarled as she tried to move feeling that she was straining. She knew she couldn't reach him and it pained her. She had gotten him once and now she was being pinned down her life flying before her. He was going to kill her all her children and grand children they would think she was weak.
She struggled to try and force herself to stand. She Wanted to stand she wanted to live. He was more skilled and better then her. She could feel herself being forced into the crumbling ground.
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Machidael is by me!
Though Machidael was fit and strong and muscular, he was outsized, and she was in Secui form. Her struggles almost vexed him, and he himself fought to keep his hold on her, snarling ferociously. At least she had the good sense to fight -- this perhaps raised her in his estimation subconsciously. It was not her plea for life which gave him pause, but the fight she offered him. He gave a yank of her scruff again and drove a fist into the side of her head, above her eye. The blow at least seemed to stun her for a moment, letting him lean in close to her face. All the same, his other hand, the one not engaged with her scruff, wrapped around her muzzle to keep her from biting his face. It wouldn't do to get a scar on his lovely face, after all.
Pretty wolf girl, he said, rubbing the thumb of his muzzle-holding hand against her cheek. I let life. Life good, life good, he repeated, murmuring almost soothingly into her face. Not pretty wolf girl life, he added, and with that, his muzzle snapped at her ear, aiming to rip and rend it -- and whatever of her cheek and face -- he could bite in that moment. Maybe it would kill her, too? Oops. By the time he drew his mouth away form her, it was too late to consider such minor discrepancies in what he might or might not have said. The jackal leaned back and released her, rolling back off of her and away. It was only to quickly gather his things and trot away, leaving her where she fell. He could attend his wound when he was well away from her.
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