08-07-2008, 11:42 AM
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Minor powerlay, let me know if it needs changing
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Her eyes had not deceived her. Someone was crossing into their lands. She felt like shouting, rousing the others. She glanced to where her belt encircles her waist. There, in her body, there was life. She would have to be more careful, for these were her children, who would pass on her skill. But in her pack, a lone attacker was no match. She cursed her lack of bow and arrow, but at least her blades were with her. She retied her mane back, to keep it from her eyes and started running.
This time there would be no warning, for the intruder had made no warning either. She drew a knife and clutched it tightly, her nose picking up the scent of blood. He, for he was a male, had been with others before, maybe fighting? How could they just assume that no one would guard the borders? How dare they cross claimed territory as if it did not matter? Her body tensed some more and she leapt over a rock, snarling, poised to kill. Or maim. At the very least injure. She hit the ground and lost her momentum for a split second, enough to make her shoulder, not her knife, connect with the stranger.
Minor powerlay, let me know if it needs changing
Her eyes had not deceived her. Someone was crossing into their lands. She felt like shouting, rousing the others. She glanced to where her belt encircles her waist. There, in her body, there was life. She would have to be more careful, for these were her children, who would pass on her skill. But in her pack, a lone attacker was no match. She cursed her lack of bow and arrow, but at least her blades were with her. She retied her mane back, to keep it from her eyes and started running.
This time there would be no warning, for the intruder had made no warning either. She drew a knife and clutched it tightly, her nose picking up the scent of blood. He, for he was a male, had been with others before, maybe fighting? How could they just assume that no one would guard the borders? How dare they cross claimed territory as if it did not matter? Her body tensed some more and she leapt over a rock, snarling, poised to kill. Or maim. At the very least injure. She hit the ground and lost her momentum for a split second, enough to make her shoulder, not her knife, connect with the stranger.