(616)
ems is by nat.
The coywolf had lost all sense of anything around her, the world itself was a blur. All she could feel was the blood pumping in her veins mixed with the adrenaline and the same pounding in her ears, every reaction her body gave was in tuned to the mangled mess underneath her - but even though he attacks grew more frenzied and she slowly lost herself in the fires of oblivion the thing below her managed too live, something she ended to end right now. He protested with growls and snarls, but soon it turned to wimpers and weak swipes at whatever he could reach, the life was fading from his soul and it pleased the war-driven woman and satisfied her in some strange, alien way.
The blood filled her mouth and dribbled onto her chest as she snapped, ripped and clicked her jaws at the intruding male, he having pretty much no defenses at this point in time. Right then and there she decided to end it, feeling powerful that she was making the choice and not him, this was her sweet revenge. The crazed woman dived at his throat, gripping his life force between her jaw that was protected by muscle and slicked down fur, her tongue tasted the salty taste of sweat and blood mixed. They locked eyes for a moment, and it was clear from his gaze that he had given up and was waiting for her release. Biting down savagely she felt the blood rush from the wound and enter her mouth, she lifted her mouth up with a jerking motion to rip open the wound further, watching the life fade from his eyes.
She stood there, her body shaking from the stress she had put it through today, grasping him with her hands and her jaw, almost like an embrace before she dropped him to the ground, his corpse landing in a heap at her feet. Almost immediately she fell to her knees, dazed and exhausted. Blood pooled around his body and she looked at it numbly, starting to feel the impact of her own wounds and the adrenaline fading. Raising herself up she walked around the trees, collecting hers and his fallen items. Now in her possession she had her dagger, his two swords and her bow and arrow. Walking back over to the male she stared at the cross and rosarie hanging from his neck and yanked them over his head, being careful not to break the items. This might mean information to the pack.
Looking down at him coldly she knelt down once more and lifted him up by his hair, bringing the dagger to his throat wound. Savagely she cut through his neck and spine, severing his head. This would go on the borders later, her own addition to them, another trespasser defeated. Looking around, her gaze searched for her leader or friend, Alma and Ezekiel, to check if they were alright.
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