m-The wrath of women

[Wraith Creed]

Wraith is going to injure her lower left incisor. :o It's a bit wobbly now, but she'll injure it well enough to make it hurt to eat later. ouchie! (WC: 583)
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[/html]Wraith rolled and scrambled to get up, but the more she moved, the more it hurt. She thrashed and yowled in pain and tried to push herself to her feet, but instead, found the strange plants pricking her on the pads of her feet. She screeched again, louder this time, and pushed herself as far away from the plant as possible. Her paws found rigid tree roots, which made them ache, but the pain was less intense than the pain caused by the thorns.

It was then that she looked up in time to see the wolf bearing down on her, intent to finish her off. She screamed loudly and tried to push herself to her feet, but she wasn’t going to be fast enough. She was going to die. He reached out to strike her, but something stopped him instead: Valkyrie. Wraith had never thought that Val would live up to her namesake. In fact, she’d always thought that it had been a strange twist of irony. But Val screeched and hollered and beat him with her metal stick and Wraith was able to pull herself to her feet. Val shouted for Wraith to run, but she couldn’t do that. Even though Val was older, Wraith was also responsible for the safety of her family—that, and Val had just saved her. Now it was her turn.

As the wolf turned to advance on Val, Wraith ran at him with a burst of speed. Instead of jumping on his back like Val had, she instead dodged to his right and then took his back right leg between her teeth and bit. The wolf screamed and struggled against her hold, but this only made her all the more determined. She bore down harder and harder even when she felt one of her teeth start to wobble. He lashed out and Wraith finally let go. The wolf hadn’t expected this and lost his balance and fell forward. As he tumbled forward, Wraith felt his claws rake across his shoulder. Desperate to latch onto something, he dug in with his claws and Wraith howled in pain. That fucker was going to die.

With renewed vigour, she twisted to one side and let him stretch her skin taut against his claws. She repositioned herself so that she was now facing his extended foreleg. As she did this, he lost his balance completely and fell face-first into the ground, all the while maintaining his hold. She bit down on his foreleg and he screamed in pain. This time, he let go. He pulled his leg to his chest, but in that moment, he rolled over to his side. Not willing to let this opportunity go to waste, Wraith dove after him and batted his leg away with her jaws. He scrambled to pull the injured leg as far away as he could and exposed his belly. By the time he realized -- fully -- what he had done, Wraith was tearing into his stomach. She bit down and pulled with all her might and blood sprayed everywhere. He screeched even louder this time and tried to push her away, but she planted her right foreleg on his left one -- the injured one -- and tried to push his other foreleg away. Every chance she got, she swiped at his underbelly and bit at it. Eventually, she was able to get more leverage and bite down on his throat and tore. His screaming stopped. He was dead.[html]

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