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Palaydrian Soul · 05-16-2012, 05:19 PM

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Focused like a viper, Drin nodded in response to Jiva’s instruction. Taking down any large beast was of course a challenge, but Palaydrian had always been a large wolf, especially for a female. Her Timber wolf blood gave her an advantage over other canines when it came to hunting big game. Where she lacked fat, the young wolf was pure muscle and sinew conditioned for hunting and killing. She was tall for her sex, but built for speed, and the fae knew exactly where to deliver a killing blow.

”Let’s do this,” she mused as Jiva slipped away to attack the doe from behind. They would have to be cautious and quick so as not to get injured. The deer’s sensitive nose alerted her to danger, but before she could spook any further, Jiva rushed out at her. The doe barreled forwards, eyes rolling in fear, but mind deadset on flight. The red wolf was able to get a few good swipes in to trip up their prey’s hooves, and that’s when Drin soared into the fray.

Haunches propelled the female towards the doe rushing her head on and leaping at the last minute. Her maw bared deadly fangs which crashed hard into a thick tan neck. Blood sprayed from the punctured places but Drin clamped down even harder as the doe kept trying to run forward. Her dull claws beat at the deer’s sides trying to gain purchase on skin as she was only holding on with her mouth, but the doe began to stagger with each step.

The young Soul’s tail was whipping wildly back and forth as her unsocked back leg skidded along in the dirt trying to stay half on, half off of the doe, but the hard part was easily over. The deer was tiring with the extra weight, and the blood loss was becoming significant. Drin’s nose was filling with it and she kept blowing heavily out her nostrils in attempts at clearing her own airway, she wouldn’t let go until the deer would go down. With a tired moan the doe buckled and tried to take a few more steps, but eventually slumped to the forest floor. Drin released her deadly choke hold and stepped back from their near death kill.

Her bicolored eyes met the oily black of the deer who was panting in labored efforts to breathe through the pain. She bowed her head slightly as if in prayer before tearing into its flesh again, putting the doe out of her misery. Bloodied snout lifted away from the jugular and up towards Jiva. “So, will this be enough skin?” She asked, a smile cracking her macabre mask.

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