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- Max Klein - 02-29-2012 [html] Word Count »
While his duty did not require him to scout the borders, Max often trailed those nearest the caves, moving from south to north. He had never run into trouble, but he was frightful now—Halo’s attack had made his aggression all but double, worried that others might now come while their Triarii was wounded. Enkiel had not emerged from his home and Ezekiel was unwilling to speak of the matter yet. With his body tense and his mind a thousand places, Max did the only thing he could do; he ran. It was something Ezekiel had prompted him to focus on when he could not deal with his rather terrible mood swings, and it did help. Four-legged, he barreled across the landscape and towards the borders, head and tail even with his spine, eyes gleaming with the furious spitz-dog madness. If he had been there, maybe she wouldn’t be hurt. He had wanted to protect this place, and he hadn’t been there…but Myrika and Ithiel had come, and they had saved her, right? What more could be done? He slowed to a trot and then to a stop, panting. It had been a grueling run, but he was hardly tired. In his chest a powerful heart beat endlessly, heaving against his broad frame. Max was, without a doubt, no longer a child. Almost one-hundred pounds in this form, he was more dog than coyote in body and a formidable opponent…at least he imagined it. Without a true fight to base his skills against, he knew only training. He wanted more. @import url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... s/zeke.css); </style> [/html] - Columbine Lykoi - 02-29-2012 [html] ooc: sorry for the awfulness of this! D: wc: 419 your dark nightmare
- Max Klein - 02-29-2012 [html] Word Count » 309
The internal affairs of the pack were still very much separated from Max. He did not poke his nose in business that was not his own—even when he had helped begin preparations for Halo he had been chased out and left in the dark to the true extend of her injuries. Much in this way he was unaware of the hostility between the two Lykoi brothers, having only seen them separate and oblivious to the hostility brought up by the feminine male and his young bride. Everything, however, closed into one sudden focus. The bigger man, in his larger Secui form, stiffened. Max froze and dropped low, obscuring himself in the tall grass and the snow-brushed land. He moved low to the ground and with the same tension as he might have encountered during a hunt. Unspoken tactics were clear enough—Columbine’s bellowing voice carried over the land, pinpointing the location of the pair. A gray wolf, hunched over a carcass, was the cause of the trouble. Max’s fur bristled. A day before he had seen the aftermath of two trespassers, and now a third wished to try them? Anger rose in him, savage, terrible. A monster awoke, brightening his eyes to a terrible burning gold. Without a sound, as he had been taught, the pale hybrid circled. When he was at the side of the male, he waited just long enough to see Columbine’s stance shift…and then there was only the adrenaline pounding in his ears and the silent rush. Max struck low, slashing at the wolf’s shoulder with his uncut fangs and leapt away as the snarling gray male whipped his head around. He avoided the blow, as he had been trained to do, and tasted blood on his tongue. A peculiar and alien excitement filled him; this was like hunting but somehow different, somehow better. @import url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... s/zeke.css); </style> [/html] - Columbine Lykoi - 02-29-2012 [html] ooc: Summary: Columbine gets a hit on the wolf's opposing shoulder, but suffers a superficial wound on his own shoulder (nothing that will hinder his fighting). He backs up, and has the attention of the wolf before moving to seemingly attack head on. wc: 284 your dark nightmare
- Max Klein - 02-29-2012 [html] Word Count » 307
When he trained, Max did not strike with teeth or claws. There was no need for it. He used skills learned in lessons on prey animals, but they instinctively fled versus an opponent who fought. For Max, this was new. He was basing his behavior on his lessons, obeying what he had been taught. To strike as a coyote was one thing, and it often was this method that wolves seemed to forget. While they too were capable of the speedy strike, slash, retreat behavior, it was rarely seen in close combat. Relying on thicker fur and loose skin allowed for them to take bigger risks and go for the throat, as was standard for all predators. The gray wolf spun on Columbine, forgetting Max as he sunk teeth into the Hastati’s shoulder. A doggish snarl rumbled from the pale hybrid, lips pulling away from heavy-set, Malamute teeth. Ignorant of his heritage he did not know that this blood would too give him an advantage—heavier than a wolf he was capable of dealing a remarkable amount of damage (and take blows on his own loose neck-scruff). Paws spread across the ground, giving him grip, and once more the halfbreed launched himself forward. Columbine’s behavior was a welcomed distraction. Max sunk his teeth into the wolf’s hind leg and crunched down savagely, shattering the bone. It was enough to break the combatant from the dusky coyote’s attack, earning Max a savage bite across his head. Teeth raked over his skull and closed around his ear, but it gave way and ripped free, leaving him bleeding but not badly so. A challenging snarl came from his chest, well-aware that with one broken leg the fight would not last long. This surprised him—he had always imagined killing a wolf would be somehow more difficult than killing a deer. @import url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... s/zeke.css); </style> [/html] - Columbine Lykoi - 02-29-2012 [html] ooc: wc: 294 your dark nightmare
- Max Klein - 02-29-2012 [html] Word Count »
None of his training had really involved combatants as they were currently behaving. Max had, through time and instinct, learned how to hunt with a group. This was very similar, but they were not after an animal they could eat. Well, he assumed one could eat a wolf, but why do such a thing? He’d make sure the ravens got to eat it at least, and report the kill to Ezekiel. Maybe it would grant him a promotion to the Hastati rank, as he so desired to be. If he had to kill for someone, it would be for Inferni…and what better way to begin than with a wolf that had obviously broken the most primitive law and killed on claimed lands? He watched as Columbine landed the final blow, striking at the wolf’s exposed neck. Hot blood boiled to the surface and spilled upon the ground. Max, panting, watched as the wolf staggered and collapsed to the taunts of the older man. Unwilling to advance on another’s kill, the younger warrior remained still until the gray wolf gave his final death rattle and stilled. Blood speckled his pelt, and mouth, and a gray-pink tongue rolled out to lick his muzzle. @import url(http://bloodandfire.sleepyglow.net/publ ... s/zeke.css); </style> [/html] - Columbine Lykoi - 03-01-2012 [html] <style></style> ooc: (:wc: 341 your dark nightmare
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