06-08-2008, 03:25 PM
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Skoll. Shifted. Carrying weapons. The thought bounced off the insides of Lubomir's head and he found himself skidding to a halt, panting, his insides burning with pain and the wounds on him opening up to dribble blood on his fur. He took short breaths, to stop the pain inside, to make sure there was some sort of way around this coyote. And then, to his surprise, she engaged Skoll in some kind of banter. They knew each other, that much was obvious, and there must have been some sort of unfinished business between them. She was formidable, her armour making the grey wolf tremble slightly. He had never seen or heard of something like this, a creature whose pure purpose seemed to be destruction. The names meant nothing to Lubomir, though Skoll had mentioned a war between the packs. But not her, she must have been someone who did not feature in his tales. And he could now see why.
Before he could fully comprehend the meaning of Skoll's words he was tearing into the pack lands, drawing breath to call for Tayui or Pilot. And then Lubomir stopped. Running. He was always running. Away from his past, danger, fights, always looking to save his own skin. Skoll was going to fight this creature on his own. On his own. Lubomir growled to himself and started running back towards Skoll, all thoughts of warning the rest of the pack a mere haze in the back of his mind. 'Skoll!' He called out from a few feet away, his eyes locked on the female. 'I called them. I'm staying here.' He'd never lied to his friend before. But Lubomir could bet his tail that Skoll would turn on him, in his bid to protect the pack.
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Skoll. Shifted. Carrying weapons. The thought bounced off the insides of Lubomir's head and he found himself skidding to a halt, panting, his insides burning with pain and the wounds on him opening up to dribble blood on his fur. He took short breaths, to stop the pain inside, to make sure there was some sort of way around this coyote. And then, to his surprise, she engaged Skoll in some kind of banter. They knew each other, that much was obvious, and there must have been some sort of unfinished business between them. She was formidable, her armour making the grey wolf tremble slightly. He had never seen or heard of something like this, a creature whose pure purpose seemed to be destruction. The names meant nothing to Lubomir, though Skoll had mentioned a war between the packs. But not her, she must have been someone who did not feature in his tales. And he could now see why.
Before he could fully comprehend the meaning of Skoll's words he was tearing into the pack lands, drawing breath to call for Tayui or Pilot. And then Lubomir stopped. Running. He was always running. Away from his past, danger, fights, always looking to save his own skin. Skoll was going to fight this creature on his own. On his own. Lubomir growled to himself and started running back towards Skoll, all thoughts of warning the rest of the pack a mere haze in the back of his mind. 'Skoll!' He called out from a few feet away, his eyes locked on the female. 'I called them. I'm staying here.' He'd never lied to his friend before. But Lubomir could bet his tail that Skoll would turn on him, in his bid to protect the pack.