06-12-2008, 04:52 PM
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OOC: I keep holding all this up, don't I? Sorry for the slight psychedelic touch
They scared him. Fear coursed through his body. He tried desperately to reach into his beast, to call him out, but the monster was silent. Lubomir was alone, faced with Skoll and the coyote, their bodies so tense with the fight that he thought they might tip over with one light touch. He'd never seen two wolves so desperate for a fight. And he'd lied to Skoll. While his words rang true, Lubomir could do little to heed them. He gravitated from one point to another and finally tore back into the heart of the pack, yelling for the leaders. 'Tayui! Pilot! Fight! Intruder!' He skidded to a halt and listened.
Scuffling noises were coming from the fight and he teetered once more. Wait here? Go back? He'd never felt so powerless, never. He could do nothing for them, he was a coward and Skoll would die, leaving the female to pick them off one by one. He dug his claws into the earth. The fog was still sticky in the air and it made him all the more restless. With one turn he was running back to the fight, growling, trying to fight the fear and bile rising in his throat. Would Skoll be alive still? As Lubomir neared the site of the two fighters once more he noticed Skoll's arm. No. Ice cold, his blood was liquid ice and they would die and he'd never told Ember he loved her and Mew would be killed. His thoughts spiralled and for a moment he thought he would faint.
One-Eye came to him. He looked sober, worried, Lubomir had never seen so much concern written in his face. One-Eye was talking to him and his ears were filled with fluff, he couldn't hear a word. Frigg was there now. Beautiful Frigg. She was saying things to and he could hear her. About how strong he was. About how the coyote was a worthless fighter. About how Skoll had given him friendship. And how Lubomir and he had traded stories. That was something to be cherished. If Skoll died, Shadowed Sun might fall. And it depended on Lubomir. And couldn't he do the right thing? Wasn't he that strong? And what would Ember and Mew think? One-Eye nodded. Frigg faded. Vision came to his eyes in time to see Skoll backing away. Lubomir could do this.
Recklessly he jumped into the fray, sitting just to the left of Skoll, still in wolf form. Deuce's wounds throbbed and he winced, but he held his ground. No more running. Not any more. 'Hey, demon!' His cry sounded feeble. He drew more air and yelled louder, 'Coyote freak! Too tough to fight little wolves?' It was stupid. It was insane. It could get him killed. Skoll would scream at him for hours if he lived long enough for it. But Lubomir wouldn't back down now. He was not the coward from the Old Country. He was of Shadowed Sun and if Skoll fell, he would fall by his friend's side.
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They scared him. Fear coursed through his body. He tried desperately to reach into his beast, to call him out, but the monster was silent. Lubomir was alone, faced with Skoll and the coyote, their bodies so tense with the fight that he thought they might tip over with one light touch. He'd never seen two wolves so desperate for a fight. And he'd lied to Skoll. While his words rang true, Lubomir could do little to heed them. He gravitated from one point to another and finally tore back into the heart of the pack, yelling for the leaders. 'Tayui! Pilot! Fight! Intruder!' He skidded to a halt and listened.
Scuffling noises were coming from the fight and he teetered once more. Wait here? Go back? He'd never felt so powerless, never. He could do nothing for them, he was a coward and Skoll would die, leaving the female to pick them off one by one. He dug his claws into the earth. The fog was still sticky in the air and it made him all the more restless. With one turn he was running back to the fight, growling, trying to fight the fear and bile rising in his throat. Would Skoll be alive still? As Lubomir neared the site of the two fighters once more he noticed Skoll's arm. No. Ice cold, his blood was liquid ice and they would die and he'd never told Ember he loved her and Mew would be killed. His thoughts spiralled and for a moment he thought he would faint.
One-Eye came to him. He looked sober, worried, Lubomir had never seen so much concern written in his face. One-Eye was talking to him and his ears were filled with fluff, he couldn't hear a word. Frigg was there now. Beautiful Frigg. She was saying things to and he could hear her. About how strong he was. About how the coyote was a worthless fighter. About how Skoll had given him friendship. And how Lubomir and he had traded stories. That was something to be cherished. If Skoll died, Shadowed Sun might fall. And it depended on Lubomir. And couldn't he do the right thing? Wasn't he that strong? And what would Ember and Mew think? One-Eye nodded. Frigg faded. Vision came to his eyes in time to see Skoll backing away. Lubomir could do this.
Recklessly he jumped into the fray, sitting just to the left of Skoll, still in wolf form. Deuce's wounds throbbed and he winced, but he held his ground. No more running. Not any more. 'Hey, demon!' His cry sounded feeble. He drew more air and yelled louder, 'Coyote freak! Too tough to fight little wolves?' It was stupid. It was insane. It could get him killed. Skoll would scream at him for hours if he lived long enough for it. But Lubomir wouldn't back down now. He was not the coward from the Old Country. He was of Shadowed Sun and if Skoll fell, he would fall by his friend's side.
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