08-20-2009, 02:27 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_skulls.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> There was flesh between her teeth, and she tasted blood. Though the coyote hybrid had no fatal hold on his jugular, her teeth still sank into his flesh and her muzzle snapped shut, her fangs closing on on that soft, creamy thing beneath his neck. His weight shoved against her and she almost lost her footing, her hind feet sliding backwards an inch in the mud. But as the hybrid held him, the shoving grew weaker, and his body seemed to lean against her rather than use its weight to shove her back. His brilliant blue eyes seemed to roll desperately, and there was the metallic snapping of jaws near her head, close to her. There was a word, a whisper—it barely registered to the tattered sable ears of the woman. The coyote woman held him there, even as he crumpled against her, his chocolatey form growing still and limp. He fell to the side, suddenly and without warning, and the coyote hybrid released her hold to avoid being dragged to the earth with him. The silver coyote wavered a moment, her yellow-golden eye growing blank and distant as Kaena replaced the thing that had overtaken her, that single raptor's eye blinking to drive the rain from it. The hybrid woman looked at the body on the ground, still and silent in the driving rain. Blood leaked from him, surely as it dripped from her on several places, most definitely the fleshy, bloody chunk missing from her shoulder. She wavered a moment, almost losing consciousness herself for a brief moment. The hybrid was certain he was dead; there was no movement from his form. The severity of her wounds prevented her from checking a second time, and turned her toward Inferni, limping now as she went. The coyote wished desperately to shift and relieve the pressure on her leg, but in her dimming consciousness she knew such a thing would certainly drain the last of her strength, and perhaps kill her. She knew she had to get back to Inferni—even if her wounds weren't immediately fatal, she had to take care of them. She would surely bleed to death; the crimson streaking down her chest and her leg assured her of that fact. Limping away, the hybrid left the cooling form of the demon behind her. For a moment, the silvery canine could swear she heard a deep, ringing laughter from somewhere behind her, but when she turned her head slowly to look, that shadowy form was still on the ground, immobile. |