12-24-2009, 12:30 PM
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He felt claws press against his throat, but under his winter fur his throat was protected. Amber eyes narrowed, jaw tightening, but Gabriel was unprepared for what happened next. His opponent ripped his own head off—no, back—and took his throat with him. Fur and skin still hung in the coy-wolf’s mouth, and a flurry of teeth came for his face. Several surface-deep wounds appeared on his cheeks, one raking over his muzzle, following the old scar it bore there.
Then the boy was gone. Gabriel spat his flesh to the dirt and watched the peculiar fellow submit, then flee. The trail he left behind was wide, winding, and instinct commanded the Aquila now more then ever. With a low, vicious growl, he began after it. This did not last long—the fields of Inferni washed away, taking with them the scent of the ocean and smoke (why did it always smell like smoke?) and left the bleeding coy-wolf alone in the fog of a world he did not recognize.
Instinctively, though, Gabriel realize this was not over—he could feel it in his bones, and in his blood.
Then the boy was gone. Gabriel spat his flesh to the dirt and watched the peculiar fellow submit, then flee. The trail he left behind was wide, winding, and instinct commanded the Aquila now more then ever. With a low, vicious growl, he began after it. This did not last long—the fields of Inferni washed away, taking with them the scent of the ocean and smoke (why did it always smell like smoke?) and left the bleeding coy-wolf alone in the fog of a world he did not recognize.
Instinctively, though, Gabriel realize this was not over—he could feel it in his bones, and in his blood.
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