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780 words. Poor Mala is all "Omg are you hurt?!" and then "Owwww why! ;__;" .. XD. Hope you don't mind the slight pp Jaz, since you told me you wanted this to happen :3. I'll change it if need be.
Maybe one more round of Sav and Jaz before Pixie and/or Denali step in? What do y'all think?
The anger that surged through Mala when her large paw swiped at the black female suddenly vanished for a moment, not realizing she actually made contact. But her back leg hurt, and she felt it throbbing and wet with blood, that she was willing to do anything to make it stop. This was not what she had expected at all, for the black female to get hurt, despite she attacking the big creature in the first place. Hell, it wasn't an intention at all to be attacked on the beach as the sun went down, as sand stirred in every direction, coated with bear and wolf blood. All of Malachi's life was peaceful, more or less, and she hadn't come to hurt anyone, but the half shifted wolves thought otherwise.
When the shaggy female turned around to look at the female, her honey hue eyes widened. "Oh no.. a-are you hu-- HNNNNGGGGG!" But her words were cut short, and the pain returned to Malachi's body, but now it was aimed at her neck and chest. While her attention was on the black female, the larger black male in front of her had leaped towards her sturdy front side, sinking teeth into whatever flesh they could get a hold of. Cream muzzle bellowed into the skies, sure enough for all of the nearby pack to hear, and yet all the tremendous female could think of were the pups and the mother that stood on watching. It hurt the grizzled pup-sitter to see what kind of wolf she wasn't - a dangerous one.
A fresh surge of anger swept through Mala's great big body, one she couldn't understand nor control. It seemed like she was going on instinct, now, rather than trying to control this primal urge to fight back. Malachi had always been told that conflicts were resolved with words and kindness, never violence. Hot tears began to pool into her eyes, which seemed far too small for her head, feeling as if she was betraying her own culture ... no, her own family, for this driving wave of rage.
"Ple--Hnnnngggggg!" She tried to plead, but nothing but a gurgle of spit and blood bubbled in her throat. She pulled her body back, dragging the large black male with her, trying to shake him off. It wasn't working, though, as more bellows and cries came from Mala's very core. Shutting her eyes, as if she did not want to see what her instinct was about to do, her large front paw came to swipe at the male's chest, which was the only thing exposed to her at the moment. The large wolf let go, unwillingly, but Mala felt a tear at the base of her shaggy throat, and felt fresh blood trickle down the front half of her body.
And she knew that she hurt the male before her, but how bad she didn't know. Mala willed her eyes open again, but felt her entire body shaking with anger, forgiveness, and weakness. Her massive body was soon one with the sand, as it clung to her when the large female was brought down on her knees. She wanted to get up, and leave, yet in Mala's heart she forgave the wolves that attacked her, and were possibly still attacking her. The creature didn't know, nor did she care, as she pressed her rounded ears back against her head. She forgave them, for she was a loner on their lands, and should have known better than to come waltzing in. Blood pooled out of her gigantic form, from who knows where anymore. Her back leg throbbed, and her chest and throat did too, the red slowly seeping into her coat and onto the sand at the beach.
Malachi lay there, wishing she could speak, wishing she could say anything to make the violence stop. All that came was a cough, which produced blood on her lips, and several more grunts and 'Hnnnnnggg'ing. Once did she try to get up, but her wobbly legs refused, and she came crashing back down with a tremendous THUD!. Her breathing was ragged, and for a moment Malachi felt as if a weight was lifted off of her, physically, feeling as light as air. All she heard were the calm waves of the ocean, and Mala felt herself surrounded by warm, soft light. Pinks and oranges dotted the landscape, shining a peaceful array of colors on the gruesome scene. Malachi lay there, breathing in spurts, muzzle half open. Honey eyes watched the wolves before her, wondering what they would do know. A single word emerged from her mouth, one she knew they would not understand. "Mesgei'."