OOC: Dang shaw is beaten
The second the words came out of his mouth seemed to be the worst thing to say. He could hear the malice in the voice of the wolf before him.... this wasn’t Mars? Did he have a twin brother? But this didn’t matter to Shawchert as he knew his life was in danger. He didn’t know what he did to deserve such treatment, but he knew this was the end of the end. He wouldn’t see his children again. He cringed as the man stepped forward, bat raised but he didn’t continue, in fact he stopped, but this scared Shawchert all the more, though his heart lifted as the man dropped the bat, and he thought he would be allowed to leave, but then the dark male descended upon him and bit. Shawchert yelped a pitiful earsplitting cry as one of his ears was taken and bit off. He couldn’t hold back the tears of pain though he wouldn’t continue to cry, his ear hurting and his mind crying out for help, he knew all was lost. It seemed Mars must have had a brother or something, hurricane who would come to random starengers and attack them? A few faces flashed in Shawchert’s mind, Argul, Liam, a few other loners... so it was entirely plausible that Shawchert would have the worst of luck with random wolves like this one. He heard the threat, and that made him wonder why the wolf, who had an upper hand, would let him leave nowm, but he wasn’t going to argue, he started moving to a standing position.
Before he could get up, he was kicked full in the face and he fell backwards again, holding his bleeding nose, but saw as the Hurricane male started hitting at the air, finding nothing, was he crazy? If Shawchert had enough strength he would have used this to his advantage, but right now it was all he could do to get back up again, and try to move away before he was noticed. He watched the strange act as he pushed himself away a little, out of arms reach first, then saw as the man stopped suddenly and Shawchert froze, as though Hurricane wouldn’t see him if he didn’t move or breath. Then the man turned to Shawchert without a word, his eyes seemed different, but he couldn’t imagine what was happening right now. As the man spoke Shawchert gaped, but only for a moment. It was an invitation to go and fast. Shawchert wasn’t one to argue with a little bit of luck. Getting to his feet as best as he could he hurried away, trying to make distance from him and the black and white man. So many questions ran through his mind, and then his wonder with how he couldn’t keep an upper hand. He was well trained and yet... by the looks of him he just got his ass beat by his mother.... a very brutal mother. He moved for as far as he could until the pain of his ear and him running into a tree with his dislocated shoulder brought on shock and he fell to the ground. His only thoughts were, he hoped he got far enough away....
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