OOC: Fine with me.
Wrap this (very outdated) thread up soon?
Slade didn't even have the time to realize that Jaden was absolutely right and the young coyote was letting pride get in the way. He was being spoken to, still somewhat smug, and then it was a blur. Slade could hardly make sense of what was going on, but Jaden was fast. The next thing he knew, he was in a more or less bowing position, and his attacker was staring him right in the eye. Slade didn't want to think about what other wolves might do to him, but he knew that his shoulder was sore and he was lucky to be alive.
And then the pain shot through him. Slade couldn't help but yelp as Jaden's dagger connected and sliced. The coyote had been fortunate enough to avoid getting any major wounds, and this was his first. And oh god, it felt like his shoulder had been set on fire. His eyes widened with shock, and the stench of blood flooded his nose. To make things worse, the shoulder was not really a place that he could easily reach back to and try to lick clean later, though that was the last thing on Slade's mind.
All Slade could do was stay down, now completely terrified of what might happen next, and not look Jaden in the eyes. He wasn't whimpering, but his teeth were clenched so tightly he was surprised they hadn't started to crack. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself. Fury pulsed through his veins. One thought raced through his mind several times: Jaden, I wish to stab your guts out and roast them on a stick.
But he kept his "let's torture Jaden" thoughts to himself. He was done. He wasn't going to fight back. As soon as Jaden left, Slade was going to run out of there as quickly as his legs and wounded shoulder could carry him. Apparently this was what he got for venturing too far from the pack lands; from now on, he wasn't going more than a short run's distance away from the border. Because he just wasn't going to deal with another Jaden. The next time they met, Slade wanted to be a Secui, and he was going to tear Jaden's guts out and roast them on a stick.
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