06-20-2009, 05:26 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> This is true, you are smart! And that works :] Word Count: 638 His jaw still locked onto the beast's inner thigh, Dawali felt his enemy's teeth force itself into the flesh and muscles of his back and tearing the skin open. Warmth immediately spread from that place, both of blood and the body flaming, searing with pain. It traveled up his spine in an instant and he whimpered with pain, only able to recognize it for a moment before his form was rammed into the wall he'd snuck out along. The building croaked and the debris on the floor clattered amongst their feet, their two forms crashing into the wall with a force he could never have produced himself. For a moment he stood there, without breath, coughing a little at the dust that rained down on them from the ceiling, invisible and tainting the air he pulled into his lungs. The enemy could kill him, then, as he stood still and unable to comprehend what was happening for a moment, but it did not. It left him alone, and as Dawali caught his breath again he also realized why. His plan had worked, and the beast was dying. In the stillness, now that he had time to stand still, his night-vision could very vaguely distinguish the form of Brennt on the floor. The storm had stilled even if the clouds had not lifted, and the thunder didn't roar along the horizon any longer. Instead, the wind soared around corners of the city they were in, sometimes in a stealthy way, sometimes outright howling. The red male was tempted to go forward, curious, but instead he stood where he was, not daring to move. Through the sounds of nothing, merely the night, the voice of the predator spoke to someone only he could see, in a voice Dawali had heard once before, when a dim-witted wolf with a child's blood on his breath had stood before him by the borders of AniWaya. Something stirred in his heart as he recognized the words as pleas for forgiveness, and while there was no forgiveness in his heart for the things the beast had done, there was still compassion - for now, it seemed, he knew at least why he had done it. Its words were as if spoken by a child, and his usual self came rushing back to him now that the panic was over, now that he no longer risked to lose his life. This heart was wrung with pain now, for the things he had done, for how he had sought revenge. He knew that he had done the right thing, he trusted his judgment, but he had never fought and never taken any life unnecessary, no life other than prey. He bled, on the outside and the inside, and it took him long minutes to calm himself, to calm his heart and his breath. Then, stricken by fear at his actions and their results, feeling in no way as the victor of this battle of justice, he sprung from the wall and leapt over the dead body of his victim - for that was how he saw it now, the gray male was a victim of his lust for revenge - and dashed through the building, out in open air where something was still pure. Gentle beats of wings accompanied him as he desperately sought home, familiar smells - not these smells of blood and disgust. He would not reach them until many hours from then, and then the sun would have risen again as if nothing had ever happened. In the eyes of the world, perhaps nothing really had happened - neither the moon nor the sun had seen it, but below the blanket of the storm he had killed someone, murderously taken their life in his jaws, and now he would never lose that taste again. |