07-29-2009, 09:06 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_jaws.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:221px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Venom flowed from her mouth as the woman growled again, deep and spiked with the faintest note of distress as throbbing hurt poured from the wound in her shoulder. Moving hurt a lot more than standing still, but the Lykoi did her best, charging at the woman. Her teeth hit home and she tasted blood, that salty and familiar taste coating her tongue and muzzle. She saw red dashed across the pearly white coat now, and she whirled with the wolf, slowed by the wound marring her right shoulder. Xeris was already connecting with her hindquarters, those deadly claws of her Secui form slicing into the woman's hindquarters. It was a glancing blow, just shy of her spine and shallow. Kaena turned immediately on the wolf, her deadly fangs striking at the woman's foreleg like a snake. Her canines arced downward, driven to taste the precious life's fluid of the creature again. She would keep spilling it until the woman ran or there was none left to take from her, just a drained and empty thing on the borders. She had ceased to care about the political ramifications of the situation, and she would drive this woman away no matter what form she left in, a battered and bruised physical body or a spiritual embodiment. Still, her wounds had given Kaena pause, and she quickly pedaled backwards a few steps, distancing herself from the wolf for a few moments to regroup. The wound across her shoulder had mostly ceased to bleed, though the deep crimson slashes showed plainly through her silvery coat, turning pink and raw as the rain continually washed away the trickles of blood. Her hindquarters stung, and the pain emanating from the first wound was enough to distract her from the second wound. That snarl only grew wider, the thunderous growl turning into almost a bellow as she held her ground, her ears flat against her skull and that razor ridge of shadow along her shoulders and spine stuck up completely on end. She had never stopped moving completely, pacing back and forth in front of Xeris in that same aggressive crescent, keeping a good distance away and waiting for any sign of attack. The coyote would tire soon, and it would do best to save her energy now and wait for the wolf to attack. Xeris was younger and inexperienced, and there would surely be a tell. There always was, some slight twitch or the tiniest widening of the pupil that gave an attacking creature away. She held back, that golden-yellow eye never leaving the similarly hued gaze of the invader. |