By River We Come to Spirit You Away

Wematin Kuruk · 08-20-2011, 07:32 PM

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Awesomesauce :[ Sorry for the wait ^^ I'm gonna pp this all in one go to make this a little smoother, so you can have Anu retaliate and act as she wants until the end of the second-to-last paragraph...where it's kinda imperative that Wematin can knock her out XD

Nahele did a good job--whether or not he had heard Wematin, the black Guardian did not know--and when he saw that the black alpha was sufficiently distracted and away from the second, he burst forward and snapped right back at the patterned woman, teasing her forward. She was far smaller than he, although he suppose this was also because he was in secui form. Finding that she would not take the bait directly--standing firmly by her leader's side--Wematin reached forward and snared his fangs into the scruff of her neck and began to drag her back into the brush, albeit a different direction from where he had come, since risking running into the black warrior again would be impossible as he was then.

They did not get terribly far, what with the female's struggling and his injured left shoulder, but they were far enough that the black alpha would not come to bother them. Before he let go--or rather, before she wrestled herself free--he slammed his good right paw onto her neck, making a jump for the female as soon as she was free, trying not to let her have a moment to escape. He would need to get her unconscious somehow, or trucking her about would be nigh impossible. He rushed forward for another bite to her legs--perhaps to cripple her?--but found that her agility and his lack of it at that point annoying. In a final attack he lashed out with his jaws and found her neck again, slamming her head full onto the ground in a jarring hit while his right paw swept her front legs out from under her. He felt the repercussions of the hit and was satisfied with her eyes shut tightly closed. Although her body was limp, she was still breathing, and this would suit him fine.

Shaking himself to rid his skin of the adrenaline still pumping through him, Wematin nosed his muzzle under the limp lupus second and hefted her slight weight up over his back where she lay draped like a dead-weight. Her body would not shift on his broad back so long as he ran straight, and he could easily carry two of her for miles. With the second in place, the Galonv Adagatiya howled a series of deep, loud notes into the air, signaling his colleagues for a retreat--no questions asks, no query given. Their raid for the Utinas had failed miserably, but at least the Guardian had a bargaining chip, and would not be going home empty. As he ran, the man steeled himself against the pain of putting his and the second's weight on his left leg, running as fast as he could to the canoes. When he reached the water he unceremoniously dumped the female in there and began to shift. With his shoulder it hurt more, but he was still able to complete the transformation in about a minute or two. Grabbing an oar, he waited till at least one other Guardian--this time Armis--was in the boat before he began to paddle to the center of the river. At least there they could drift for a time, seeing that their comrades got into the other canoes safely from a safe distance. Sadly Wematin couldn't have stayed on the shore...not with his prize in such jeopardy.

He was cunning and strong, not foolhardy and stupid.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

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