03-05-2012, 10:54 PM
((OOC: feel free to wound her on her arms, chest or back/sides. Maybe her face, as long as it doesn't make her blind. I'm not sure about her legs, as she'll have to walk back to her clan somehow.))
The sound of running made Alma's ears swivel, and her head turned just in time to see a coyote carrying a satchel full of squealing puppies. A four-legged beast followed him, which Alma recognized vaguely as a luperci in seculi form. It tore the screaming pups from the coyote, and mauled him. It reminded her very much of the time a coyote had infiltrated their clan, intent of killing Inferni's puppies. Except now, there was no one for Alma to run to get help - her clan's territory was too far away. If she waited, the coyote and his puppies (for she had assumed they were his) might be dead. She could rescue the pups and bring them back to her clan, but that meant leaving the coyote-father there to die. Fury and guilt rose in her chest, recalling how she had failed to help last time and two coyotes had died defending the clan's pups. She wasn't going to let this attacker get away.
The coywolf made a split-second decision to attack. Axe raised high, she ran to the attacking beast, intent on catching her off-guard and unawares while she was sinking her teeth into the coyote's leg.
Unfortunately, Alma didn't know a thing about fighting with an axe. Her arms were strong from a lifetime of cutting, chopping and shaping wood, but she had never fought with it. Her specialty was in bows, and she never took her bow with her when she chopped down wood, as it would be an inconvenience to carry it when she was already weighed down.
The sound of running made Alma's ears swivel, and her head turned just in time to see a coyote carrying a satchel full of squealing puppies. A four-legged beast followed him, which Alma recognized vaguely as a luperci in seculi form. It tore the screaming pups from the coyote, and mauled him. It reminded her very much of the time a coyote had infiltrated their clan, intent of killing Inferni's puppies. Except now, there was no one for Alma to run to get help - her clan's territory was too far away. If she waited, the coyote and his puppies (for she had assumed they were his) might be dead. She could rescue the pups and bring them back to her clan, but that meant leaving the coyote-father there to die. Fury and guilt rose in her chest, recalling how she had failed to help last time and two coyotes had died defending the clan's pups. She wasn't going to let this attacker get away.
The coywolf made a split-second decision to attack. Axe raised high, she ran to the attacking beast, intent on catching her off-guard and unawares while she was sinking her teeth into the coyote's leg.
Unfortunately, Alma didn't know a thing about fighting with an axe. Her arms were strong from a lifetime of cutting, chopping and shaping wood, but she had never fought with it. Her specialty was in bows, and she never took her bow with her when she chopped down wood, as it would be an inconvenience to carry it when she was already weighed down.