after supper walk a mile

Gabriel de le Poer · 01-24-2010, 11:56 PM

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Though a deer charging at a coyote would otherwise be less then dramatic, Gabriel was startled to see what Vieira did. Instead of rushing forward, and trying to go for the throat, she dropped to the ground. He nearly stumbled, horrified, but the doe was not slowing down and Vieira was not reacting. Swallowing the pain that sprung out of his shoulder, Gabriel pushed ahead quickly, increasing his speed and coming up to the deer’s side. He snapped at her, driving her away from the smaller coyote, ducking as a hoof came flying towards his face. Though off course, the doe was no longer attempting to kill Vieira, which was the whole goal from his frantic push.

Luckily, as he and the doe hit the side of the mountain, her bad leg equaled out to his handicapped shoulder. She stumbled, and hit slick ice, and Gabriel threw the last bit of his strength into leaping into the air. He collided with her side, and his momentum sent them both crashing into the snow. In a flurry of white powder, snapping teeth and flailing hooves, Gabriel managed to find her throat. He was kicked once in the side, and felt that razor sharp hoof cut through his skin, but the fight was over. Gabriel crushed her windpipe with all of the force his jaws could muster, and slowly, her frantic kicking slowing as her lungs began to collapse. Finally, the death rattle vibrated through his teeth and he knew it was done.

Bleeding from the side, and panting heavily, Gabriel favored his right leg and sat down in the snow, unable to think straight. He hurt, and he hurt from the cut on his side and the aching muscle in his left arm. Even without the pressure on it, the old wound ached and pulsed and he was unable to even begin to consider what had just happened.

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