11-09-2009, 07:04 PM
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thanks to jael for the table! -glee-
Charon had no idea what was going on. He was completely confused and disoriented—the hit from Cwmfen might have given him a concussion, and the hit from Samael had just brought a painful physical memory back from the grave. His head ached where the small wolf had struck him, and the edges of his vision were still too blurry to really make anything out. But this small wolf was dangerous; he knew that. Halo was in danger, and she'd just kissed Charon. In his book, they were practically married now.
The little dark wolf snarled more words at him, and Charon was in the process of responding when another vicious strike flattened the big wolf to the ground. "You see here, mister—"oomph, to the ground. Char outweighed Samael by fifty pounds at least; he was a big arctic wolf. He was not, however, a fighter, and when struck he hit the deck once more, flat on his back and gazing into the sky. Vaguely, he wondered if it was the last he'd see. The small wolf was up on top of him, teeth on his throat, claws in his flesh. Char cried out in pain and fright, cowering beneath the stranger's jaws. All of his bravado and machismo were gone; he whimpered like a child now. "Please don't kill me," he whispered, the words choked and strangled with his throat crushed beneath Samael's grip.
Charon had no idea what was going on. He was completely confused and disoriented—the hit from Cwmfen might have given him a concussion, and the hit from Samael had just brought a painful physical memory back from the grave. His head ached where the small wolf had struck him, and the edges of his vision were still too blurry to really make anything out. But this small wolf was dangerous; he knew that. Halo was in danger, and she'd just kissed Charon. In his book, they were practically married now.
The little dark wolf snarled more words at him, and Charon was in the process of responding when another vicious strike flattened the big wolf to the ground. "You see here, mister—"oomph, to the ground. Char outweighed Samael by fifty pounds at least; he was a big arctic wolf. He was not, however, a fighter, and when struck he hit the deck once more, flat on his back and gazing into the sky. Vaguely, he wondered if it was the last he'd see. The small wolf was up on top of him, teeth on his throat, claws in his flesh. Char cried out in pain and fright, cowering beneath the stranger's jaws. All of his bravado and machismo were gone; he whimpered like a child now. "Please don't kill me," he whispered, the words choked and strangled with his throat crushed beneath Samael's grip.