03-17-2009, 03:24 PM
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Lol yeah! And no worries. So sorry for the wait D:
I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
As his fist connected with the wolf's skull he felt the teeth release from his scarf. The sudden impact to the head had really jarred the canine. It was time to end this. Onus got to his feet and kicked the garbage onto his back and quickly descended upon him again, hands wrapping around his throat. His enemy's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen and the creature started thrashing under him. But the vigilante was used to the thrashing of those he punished. So well accustomed to it that it didn't hinder him at all. His thumbs pressed down onto the man's esophagus as his other fingers squeezed all around the rest of his neck. The other tried to make a sound, but none came. His hands grabbed at the coyote's arms but it wasn't long before their grip slackened. Minutes ticked by as Onus stared at the criminal and waited until the last light of life left his eyes.
The wolf's tongue was lolled out of his mouth and his eyes stared dully at the sky. It was done. The masked man got to his feet and his gaze turned to the victim. A young coyote who looked like he had had his arm broken in some other encounter recently. Aside from that and looking scared he seemed to be alright though. "You alright kid?" raspy monotone voice questioned. Those he saved always reacted in different ways. Some were just as afraid of him as they had been of their attacker. Some were thankful and the entire gambit in between. How would this youth respond?
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Lol yeah! And no worries. So sorry for the wait D:
As his fist connected with the wolf's skull he felt the teeth release from his scarf. The sudden impact to the head had really jarred the canine. It was time to end this. Onus got to his feet and kicked the garbage onto his back and quickly descended upon him again, hands wrapping around his throat. His enemy's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen and the creature started thrashing under him. But the vigilante was used to the thrashing of those he punished. So well accustomed to it that it didn't hinder him at all. His thumbs pressed down onto the man's esophagus as his other fingers squeezed all around the rest of his neck. The other tried to make a sound, but none came. His hands grabbed at the coyote's arms but it wasn't long before their grip slackened. Minutes ticked by as Onus stared at the criminal and waited until the last light of life left his eyes.
The wolf's tongue was lolled out of his mouth and his eyes stared dully at the sky. It was done. The masked man got to his feet and his gaze turned to the victim. A young coyote who looked like he had had his arm broken in some other encounter recently. Aside from that and looking scared he seemed to be alright though. "You alright kid?" raspy monotone voice questioned. Those he saved always reacted in different ways. Some were just as afraid of him as they had been of their attacker. Some were thankful and the entire gambit in between. How would this youth respond?