03-08-2012, 07:47 AM
Adrenaline coursed through Alma. She didn't reply to the dog's comment; she was never very good at speaking even when she wasn't in battle. The poor wounded coyote reminded Alma so intensely of her father that she imagined he was still alive, and she was fighting his killer. It didn't matter whether the dog attacking him looked like her Uncle Aden or not - all she knew was that it was attacking something that looked like her father and that it had to be stopped.
The white light that always lurked into the corner of her eye was growing bigger, almost spitting off sparks. The coyote was far too busy to pay any attention to it, however, and it was not yet visible to anyone else but her.
She was disappointed that her axe had caused minimal damage, but she wasn't deterred. The sight of the coyote's head being slammed into the ground fueled her rage. He couldn't defend himself, now. She raised her axe up once more to attack, but then the dog lunged and took hold of her the hand that held the axe. Pain shot up through her wrist, and a loud yelp echoed through the forest. The axe was dropped. Automatically, she extended the claws in her other paw so she could rake them across the dog's face in an attempt to force her to let go.
Her claws were seldom used, but sharp because of it; in the way that a pup's teeth might be sharp because it had never been dulled from wear.
The white light that always lurked into the corner of her eye was growing bigger, almost spitting off sparks. The coyote was far too busy to pay any attention to it, however, and it was not yet visible to anyone else but her.
She was disappointed that her axe had caused minimal damage, but she wasn't deterred. The sight of the coyote's head being slammed into the ground fueled her rage. He couldn't defend himself, now. She raised her axe up once more to attack, but then the dog lunged and took hold of her the hand that held the axe. Pain shot up through her wrist, and a loud yelp echoed through the forest. The axe was dropped. Automatically, she extended the claws in her other paw so she could rake them across the dog's face in an attempt to force her to let go.
Her claws were seldom used, but sharp because of it; in the way that a pup's teeth might be sharp because it had never been dulled from wear.