Above this world, now back again

Vesper · 02-19-2012, 07:35 PM

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Apparently suicidal Ves is having a go at Larkspur. xD Trying to spill a little bit of blood at a time, but I doubt she'll do much damage to him. She'll likely leave in a few posts. :3

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The bodies of the Sequoians moved around her, weaving around obstacles and through vegetation as they trotted toward their destination. There was quiet for a moment as the stealthy intruders moved forward, each with their own thoughts and motives and mantra to keep themselves calm and focused. Vesper sniffed the air again, paranoid, her full ear twitching in the direction of the others. She found herself wondering, just for a second, if someone would die today when a territorial howl burst through the tense air.

Smoky hackles rose, teeth gnashed, ears tucked close to an angular skull. Her sharp blue eyes turned forward again to see a rangy dark brown shape on the horizon, followed closely by a pair of darker and a pair of lighter shapes. The Salsolans were coming to defend their turf, and the sight of them caused Vesper to freeze. Finally, faces to put to the hatred that boiled in her breast the moment Tayui spoke of the pack. They were on par with rapists, forcing their blood into that of the untouched, forcing the defenseless into the dirt to do whatever tasks asked of them.

Suppress your hate, Vesper thought, and she surged forward with a growl once she saw the two sides locked in combat. Her eyes darted to Zana, who was trying to fend off the aggressive, tailless Salsolan with a bladed staff. Despite it all, she knew that she wouldn’t forgive herself if her pygmy comrade was seriously injured. As much as she wanted to move on, to work alone, she had carried bonds into this that she wasn’t going to ignore.

She sprinted toward the brown wolf, only to skid to a halt once she saw the monstrosity at its side—a black secui beast, jealously guarding the lankier brown’s flanks even as Zana was being pursued. Had she been another canine, she would have been terrified of the ursine wolf—but she saw balance between his shape and hers.

A sharp yap left her narrow jaws as she darted toward the salt-and-pepper wolf, using her agility to jump around him. His left haunch bore scars, and it was this side she launched herself at. Her teeth would doubtless be unable to pierce deeply, but she tried to bite him either way before jumping backwards again. She danced, keeping as much space between him and her as she could until she could figure out where to strike next.

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