m-The wrath of women

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-23-2012, 02:46 PM

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ooc; ramona rinne - controlled by ems.

The coyote woman trailed behind her two clan mates silently, picking her way through the underbrush. Though the pygme female lead the group on horseback, it seemed that most of them were on foot. Which was better, in her opinion. Horses could be startled and injured, and a falling horse could mean certain death to whomever was seated atop. Not to mention a horse was usually viewed as prey to the untrained eye. Her bushy tail flicked out behind her, sharp bi-colored eyes appraising the woods around them. Emmanuelle had been in enough of these skirmishes to not be afraid, except for the first initial contact she had come out winning since. This would be no different. Though there was a chain linking the two, this time they were pulling the chain towards them on their time and in their method. There would be no surprise attack, no, this is when Inferni would surprise the camp of wolves.

Echoing Wraiths thoughts, her heart hammered in her chest. A sharp inhale of breath was taken as her cold gaze settled on a light-colored wolf, accented with a thick knotted scar on her side. Her own scars tingled with recognition, this was a sign to her. This woman, though she might have won, she lost too. The scar meant someone had come out better in that moment, that the other was weak to allow it. Scars spoke stories, but today the she-yote was going to end the oppositions. Emmanuelle let her gaze move away from her enemies for but a moment, making sure the others were alright and safe thus far, for in a few moments they might all separate and get lost in the fray. She was not sighted yet, nor smelled. The woman had taken care to wash herself in the waste's ocean this morning and to roll through dirt and mud after rubbing animal pelts all over her being. As far as the other knew, she was a moving bit of forest.

Her bright hair and light pelt was a muddy brown now, her hair almost black from the mud and the plant matter she had rolled in. She was prepared, it was time. With daggers strapped to her thigh and a bow and quiver on her back she crept forward, centered on the light female she was closing in on. Using the trees and the thick bush all around the group, the crouched panther approached, notching an arrow in her bow, and letting it loose. As it was unexpected, it landed quite solidly in the she-wolves arm. A howl of pain erupted from the pale maw, alerting the others in the area of their presence. The she-wolf angrily held her arm snarled, looking for the hidden intruders. " Intruders! FUCKING KILL THEM. " Came her angry yowl, loud enough for all to hear within earshot.

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