10-06-2011, 03:24 PM
He ducked down, gripping his staff tight, thrusting upward to strike her in the chest as she sailed overhead. He followed through to toss her to the side, and stood up. He wasn't very tall.. but in that moment he seemed to tower over her. "I told you you wouldn't stand in my way." He pointed the sharp, broken end of his staff at her throat, growling. His teeth were bared, his eyes centered on hers dominantly. He braced to thrust the jagged piece of wood into the prone wolf's neck.
Now she could see him. He was a typical coyote, black fur, natural rusty highlights. His eyes were open, revealing black pupils surrounded by green and blue discs. He had a large, grey scar on his forehead, an inverted V. A long scar ran across his jaw, and toward his eye. It was contorted a bit by his rictus snarl.
Now she could see him. He was a typical coyote, black fur, natural rusty highlights. His eyes were open, revealing black pupils surrounded by green and blue discs. He had a large, grey scar on his forehead, an inverted V. A long scar ran across his jaw, and toward his eye. It was contorted a bit by his rictus snarl.