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ooc: =^-^= Okay! Um, did Corvus want to dump him on the borders? Or Slay would wake in the morning, and limp home to warn them. Either way. If Corvus has a specific message for his daughter, Slay will still hear it if he whispers in his ear.
As you wish... In an odd, detached sort of way, Slay thought that was an uncharacteristically subservient thing for the creature to say. Had their roles reversed so soon? Or was it simpler than that - the crow-wolf would honor any request to inflict more pain...? As the monstrous brute roared a battle cry, finally breaking his own silence to lunge at the Head Hunter, Slay felt time slowing around him, his senses honing in to the perilous situation he found himself entangled. He dug his heels into the slick ground, bracing himself for Corvus's wicked-fast tackle. The antagonist cracked against his chest like a stone wall, skidding him backwards on the grass until his hindpaws touched water. He was losing ground, with the springwater at his back. He heard his own rippling snarls and cries from afar, as though it were another wolf being torn to shreds in front of him. Felt the hot blood spattering the grass as those trained jaws snapped again and again into his shoulders, his back, the thick mane around his neck. If he had been more lucid, he would have marveled at how wildly shaggy his pelt had grown in this new form, at how his rich arctic coat deflected the showering blows raining from all sides. But the violent night was drawing to a close, so soon, his mind noted in that floating, trance-like state. He would lose consciousness soon. At least he would get some rest.
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