06-29-2011, 01:31 AM
Quote:OoC: I don't think this needs an M tag, as I've seen PG-13 violence like this before. I'll edit if asked.
Date: June 10th (backdated)
Weather: Overcast
Time: Late morning
Hell was at the very edge of the foothills, where stone and sand began to blend, and the elevation began to rise.
"ARAWR-RAWR-RAAAAAAAAWRHEH!"
Rewdeynetya lunged in Secui, knocking the attacking jackal — also in Secui — to the ground. Her face had a large gash running across her cheek, opening into her mouth and revealing bloodied teeth. Bite marks littered under her front legs and shoulders, and the side of the jackal she pinned had been bitten open. He struggled, snapping at her neck, and she pulled back with teeth bared to avoid his bite. Meanwhile, a jackal in optime rolled and yowled in the sand nearby, trying to extinguish the flames that smouldered on his back.
They had found her again. They had caught her scent, followed her trail, and managed to catch her at the border of a nearby packland. If she ran one way, she'd run into the sea, and be easy targeting with a bow and arrow. If she ran the other way, she'd run into the cliffs, be cornered and killed. The only way out was through the packlands, which already bordered several jagged hills and which couldn't be easily escaped. Rewdeynetya honestly felt as if she were caught in some sort of nightmare.
Now wasn't the time, however, to dwell on nightmares. She'd have to fight her way out, even though she was more suited for running and dodging around things. The jackal below her struggled, trying to lock his jaws on her neck; she stomped on his throat-head joint and pushed his head back, and opened her jaws with a snarl. He wiggled once more, and she dove down with a growl.
Moments later, he was barely moving, wheezy and ragged breaths rattling from his throat. Rewdeynetya leapt off him and turned, and then ran for the jackal in Optime. She went fast and hard, then slowed, crouched down —
The other jackal, in seconds, was in Secui and at her throat in seconds. They tumbled head over claws, scratching and scrambling to try and get the other in a vulnerable position. They stood on their back legs and reared up, slicing and biting with all their strength. Rewdeynetya tried to aim for the eyes, trying to snap through one and take away the jackal's sight. However, she was being pushed back, and felt herself being driven into the ground.
Then, in a flash of sand and seawater, she was pinned and waves were rolling over her. Like the jackal she had fatally injured, she snapped, trying to reach up, coughing and choking on seawater when the waves splashed over her and her attacker. The jackal shifted from Secui to Optime, holding Rewdeynetya down with a knee and a claw around her throat. In the jackal's hand, a bone dagger gleamed, and Rewdeynetya tried to snap at his wrist.
Then, the knife flew downwards.
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The jackal-wolf dragged herself away from the water, bloody smears across the sand beneath her. She was coughing red, weak as ice in the late spring, and everything had begun to feel cold and numb. Her eyes burned from grit and sea salt, and her exaggerated limbs were rubbery. The footlands towered over her like her attackers had, and it was almost like they were staring down at her, silent judges of what had been done.