RATED MATURE FOR EXCESSIVE VIOLENCE
For those involved in the thread, I hope you don't mind, if this bothers you, private message me and I'll edit out the details. It is detailed because I wanted there to be honest revulsion behind the reaction. It is set on Whisper Beach. Also, don't meet this length, I just wanted some build up to the terrible act. The rest of my posts definitely won't be anywhere near this long. Also, forward-dated to Tuesday, March 24th.
Marigold looked smilingly down at her children...the two most beautiful things she had ever lain eyes on. Their father was out right now, bringing food back, she knew, and then it would be her turn once he got back. This place was renowned as a place of danger, but also a place of plenty. A small coyote had to be careful, cunning, and fearsome to make it in a world dominated by wolves. It was the hearing news that coyotes thrived in this place that she and her mate had chosen to come here. They had seen the skulls at the border, and decided that a pack at war with wolves was not a place they wanted to raise their children. Nonetheless, there had been no time to travel elsewhere before the birth, and so they had settled down here, on the coast, in the woods by the tar river. It was comfortable enough, and as the stories said, there was plenty of food here, so the children, nor Marigold, nor her mate Archer had needed to starve even for one day. The coyote siblings looked up at her eagerly, knowing by her mood that daddy was due back soon. That was when someone else arrived.
The wolf came from beneath a sand-dune, brown and gray fur rippling in the wind. It's eyes...something was wrong with them. Stupid, and yet...familiar. Marigold knew she had never seen him before, but they seemed to have seen her. She saw the red staining the fur around his mouth. The dumb, panting smile of a dog that had exerted itself. Her face fell in a terrible grimace of fear and pain. The children lowered their ears...what was wrong with mommy?
"Archer? Archer!?" Her voice rose into a terrible, piercing scream, that felt like it came from all the way down in her gut. The children had followed her gaze and now saw the approaching wolf themselves. They shrunk away...knowing enough to be afraid of their larger cousins. "We're not part of Inferni!" she shrieked, "We don't belong to any group!" her cry became an imploring cry as he trotted closer, blood-matted hairs falling from his mouth. "Get behind me, children!" she voiced her command tremulously, but the rage in her eyes was unquestionable. As the wolf got closer, the fear drained out of her, and was replaced by a blazing hatred, and a tide of rage.
Marigold made all of the appropriate gestures, her ears were low, her fangs were bared, her hackles raised, and still he came on. It mattered nothing, now. Her children were in danger. She might not kill the wolf, she might not be able to, but she would make sure he went through more trouble than he was willing to deal with. Regardless, she would turn him away from her children. The hellfire within the desperate, furious mother, propelled her forward, jaws open, fangs seeking the flesh of Archer's killer.
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The predator had awoken in Brennt once the coyote male left the family he'd been spying. He didn't want to fight both at once, regardless of their size. He stalked the coyote, silent, focused, and sprang on him for the kill. It had gone quickly. Once the victim had been pinned under the greater weight of his attacker, he was unable to defend his throat effectively, and Brennt had made short work of him. Not waiting to see if the mother might leave her children to seek her mate, he approached her in their presence. She knew he had killed her mate, but the predator did not wonder at that, did not care. It had skipped through all of the obstacles offered by sentient thought, and cut straight to the heart of the matter. A fight was coming, and that was all it needed to know.
She attacked it many times, snapping at its face, wounding its snout and nose, but with its superior size, it pushed her backward quickly and easily, and having more speed going forward than she had going back, drove her into the ground with its powerful jaws. She thrashed, she bit, she clawed, and then the predator took hold of her belly with its jaws, clamped down, and tore an opening in her trunk. The resultant shriek transformed into a vicious, high-pitched growl of a coyote in excruciating pain. Brennt's already reddened snout grew quickly redder as he nosed about in the hole, and pulled a mouthful of her insides outside of her, jerking his large head from side to side, severing the nerve-laden intestines at several places and leaving her entrails strewn about her on every side. Her breathing became short and ragged, but the damage was done and her threat was gone. He left her, still breathing, on the sandy floor.
It might have been more efficient to kill her, it would only have taken a few extra moments, but the predator felt the growing desire within itself, and knew that the pups were but a few steps away, and so it took itself away from its second victim. The children quailed, but it knew nothing like mercy. Their hearts were beating. It wanted them to stop. And then it wanted to taste them. The first was done with quickly. The second had run a short ways, and Brennt had to catch up and attack it from behind, breaking its pelvis between his jaws. Brennt adjusted his grip. The puppy whined miserably as its ribs began to crack under the pressure of wolf-jaws. The large wolf heard nothing outside of that piteous cry, least of all the mother's weak, despairing protestations. The child died slowly, with the teeth almost meeting inside of him. Now, with both children dead, Brennt began to eat.
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Details are fine with me! As far as wounds for Kol go, anything goes, short of permanent injury/maiming. Scars are fine, minor breaks, that sort of thing. She needs to be in decent shape for another upcoming plot, lol! <33333
In Character
It was overwhelming, the scent of fresh blood. Kol had come to Whisper Beach for a respite from her endless search for Dahlia's puppies, and that peace had lasted for awhile. But now, as she made her way back toward Dahlia, her weary body confined to its lupine form to conserve the remainder of her energy. It had been days since she'd properly slept, all of her attention having been focused on finding Conor and Emwe. If it weren't for the knowledge that she was doing everything in her power to find them, the girl would have been full of self-loathing at her inadequacy. Yet it seemed as though everyone else was having about as much luck as she was, which was to say absolutely none. It was almost as if the two boys had been swallowed up by some invisible monster, leaving behind neither hide nor hair of evidence. The image of said conjecture left Kol with a bitter taste in her mouth, and the undeniable scent of fresh blood was hardly helping.
As she wandered a little ways toward the source of the scent, a torn carcass finally came into view. It was a male coyote, still warm, his throat torn cleanly from his body. The kill had been savage in nature, undoubtedly done by a wolf, and Kol felt no remorse for the sad remains of her smaller cousin. Walking a bit farther, however, a much more gruesome scene met her violet eyes. They widened in shock and horror, her stomach threatening to lurch at the sight of the dying female laying before her, her insides torn apart and splayed about her in wild fashion. This death was hardly quick nor clean, and she couldn't help but pity the small woman as she lay gasping. Unaware so far of the monster lurking nearby, Kol approached the dying woman and quickly closed her fangs around her jugular, releasing the last of the coyote's life blood and setting her free from the agony she'd been suffering.
She was about to leave the sorry remains of the bitch behind, when another scent struck her. It was bathed in blood and bore the mark of the coyote, but it belonged to neither the male nor the female that lay broken on the ground. Another scent joined the first, followed by a third belonging unmistakably to a wolf, and a growl rumbled in the Stormbringer's chest. As she turned in the direction of the new smells, her anger erupted into full blown fury. The change came quickly, her body growing and twisting until she halted the process at her secui form, every black hair standing on end as she faced the wolf with the bloodstained maw. The scattered remains of the half-eaten pups were before him, their tawny forms suddenly taking on the visages of two all-too-familiar missing children. Violet eyes blazing with rage, Kol launched herself with all her might at the form of the puppy-killed, intent on doing whatever damage she could as she fought to obliterate the beast's existence upon the earth.
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The predator was halfway through eating the children when another wolf entered its field of vision. It sought to quickly gorge itself, but the creature began to shift, and a defensive instinct kicked in almost instantly, compelling it to raise its eyes and bare its teeth at the interloper, before beginning its own shift. Even unshifted, it was still large enough to battle her, nonetheless, overconfidence was not something the predator indulged in. With alarming speed, it began to grow in bulk. It wasn't finished before it received her charge, however.
The two beasts clashed over the remains of the slaughtered puppies, two beings who weren't quite wolves, black against gray-brown. Fur flew from the ruff around the predator's neck, and blood seeped from a shallow wound near its jaws before it pushed with all its might, locking onto the shoulder of its enemy with its fangs and driving her backward. The growl built up to a crescendo before exploding from between its jaws as it tried leveraging its assailant to the ground. The last of its new muscles slid into place, and it set its feet into the ground, pulling her over, away from its neck.
This wolf wasn't the same as the other two...not the guardian, for it was on no pack territory. No, this wolf was just an enemy, and not one it had met before. Again, a wolf sought to steal prey from its very jaws...not a battle to be taken lightly, for certain. The creature knew no shame, and therefore no fear at being discovered this way. Its ferocity was equal to the indignant fury of any wolf at having its prey stolen. Its eyes, keen and sharp, were indistinguishable from those of the ancient wolves, from before the virus. Brennt wasn't all there, no, but something more primordial was, and no social contract held it back from what it sought. This would be a dire battle, indeed.
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Gonna try to keep things short! XD And I don't mind the powerplay!
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The wrathful bitch grinned wickedly as she tasted the monster's blood. Her assault had missed the vital vein and artery of the beast's neck, but she'd managed to connect with him before he'd finished his own change. The resulting wound was shallow, but it was something, and the Stormbringer revelled in scoring first blood on the male. Her victory was short-lived, however, as the stranger's shift finished and he sank his own fangs into the girl's right shoulder. Kol snarled in pain and rage as she clawed at his larger form, the wind knocked from her chest as he slammed her to the ground.
The Dahlian knew there was no way her smaller frame could gain enough leverage to throw the brute off her, so instead she kicked her hind legs up, trying to scrape her back claws against the soft flesh of his underbelly and nether regions, her front claws braced against the monster's chest as she attempted to dig them into his body and push him off. Her smaller form wriggled wildly, trying to gain any ground she could in getting out from under the creature, cursing herself harshly for rushing in with such blind rage and getting herself caught in such a position. Her spead and agility meant nothing when she was pinned to the earth, and all her strength was put into freeing herself, hoping to roll to her feet, leap free and come in for an attack at a much better angle.
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The predator lowered its jaws, to take her in the throat and end the battle quickly. It would not eat her. No, she was of a species with him, something which extended even to the coyotes. She wasn't young enough, however, to be food. She also wasn't old enough to be a mate. She was just an attacker, and it would deal with her in the way that Brennt couldn't: hastily and certainly. The same way it had contended with the coyote male and female. The same ruthlessness would apply, a ruthlessness that Brennt had never learned, but found inside himself the day he had eaten his mother's second litter, and then again the day Pallok had tried to kill him for devouring Hylfi's.
Still, despite its competence in defending itself, it failed to reach her throat, its teeth snapping just short of it. Instead, it was kept aloft by her forepaws, while her hind legs dug at its belly. It roared, and moved its hindquarters away from her own, protecting itself from her back paws, making their two bodies form a writhing 'L' in the sand. It lowered its jaws again and again, snapping at her face, seeking to take her eyes or rip open her snout, slash flesh with its questing fangs or sever nose...its attacks were furious and brutally powerful, and there was no respite or pause to check if it had succeeded. It was not a territorial fight, nor a skirmish for the sake of dominance. It was clearly and indisputably an effort to kill. One that would take a lot of luck and a lot of resolve to survive.
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Wow she got herself into a stupid mess. XDD I think, um, this might be a good time for some backup? o.O She's dead if she can't get him off her. XDD
EDIT: Ok delay the cavalry for a little while longer! ^^
In Character
She'd been immensely stupid. Kol nearly felt panic seep into her heart as her muscles began to tire. She'd been at low reserves when she'd foolishly shifted and wrecklessly attacked the monster, and those reserves were beginning to wear out already. She gained some ground as the male pulled his sensitive underbelly away from her hind claws, but he still had her pinned enough that she couldn't get her feet beneath her to raise her body from the ground. She clawed desperately at him, snarling and howling in pain as his fangs tore gashes from her muzzle to her right cheek, his claws narrowly missing the eye she'd nearly lost to Inferni as they instead found purchase in the flesh and bone of her shoulders.
The Stormbringer woman had lost the battle for the creature's right to live before she'd even attacked him. Throwing herself so mindlessly into a fight in her state was the biggest mistake she'd made in a very long time, and it could well prove to cost the girl her life. Images of those she cared for came flooding into her mind as she tried to break free of the male's crushing grip. The honey and orange eyes of Lexey and Elliott burned into her vision as she shut her eyes against the unending onslaught from the massive beast, all thoughts of taking his life gone from her. At this point it was a fight for her life, and she wriggled desperately as she tried to release his hold and just escape. His strength was crushing, and she winced as she felt claws scrape against her ribs, knowing that if the blow had been made full force in a different position it would probably have cracked a few of them. Cursing herself to hell and back for the shit she'd gotten into, Kol did the only thing she could at this point. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she howled a cry of desperation into the sky.
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The predator's blood pumped hot and strong, driving it to feral fury against the creature beneath its forepaws. Her blood lined its teeth and stained its fur, and he cry went unheard by the vicious monster. A more civilized wolf might have lessened its effort, confident in how one-sided the fight had become, pleased with its overwhelming success. Had he been fully awake himself, Brennt might have done these things, as they matched with the way he knew Pallok or Osric might have acted. But the predator knew nothing of that. An effort to kill was just that, and nothing more.
It hadn't taken long before the female had realized the seriousness of the situation, as well. Her cry had elicited no response from the beast, but her thrashings spoke its language. Its attempts to keep her where she was grew in frequency as her resistance became more frantic, but eventually, her jaws clapped onto its nose. Instinctively, it recoiled, snarling fearsomely, snorting blood from its damaged nose. It took another step backward, sneezing violently, spurting blood in a fine spray over the cool sand. It was still close by her, its teeth were still bared, its hackles still raised. She had attacked it first; this time it would launch the attack itself.
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I love fights. XD
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Kol's heart leapt as her fangs found a sensitive mark. The creature yowled in pain as he recoiled, giving the girl the opening she needed to roll quickly to her feet. As her violet eyes rested on the form of the raging beast, she knew she couldn't run. He was larger than she, and Kol was quicker, but her breathing was ragged and forced as she faced him off. The bulk of the monster was as yet undamaged, while Kol's ribs, shoulders, and most of her torso screamed in fiery pain. There was no way she'd be able to outrun the loner in her current state; her only chance would be to wound him seriously enough to make him retreat. It was a miniscule chance, like a tiny life-bearing planet in the sea of endless space, but it was her only chance. Escape would only bring death that much quicker.
Time stood still for a moment as Kol blinked the blood from her eyes. She shuddered to think what her face probably looked like, though the fleeting image of Svara's scarred visage instantly eased her vain worries. Things could always get worse, that was what her mother would say. It mattered little what she looked like, at least her enemy hadn't succeeded in blinding her. The Stormbringer pushed back the pain from her various wounds, the scent of her own blood strong in her sensitive nose. She was covered in it now, from her face, to her throat, her shoulders, her ribs. Flicking her right ear softly, the girl was amazed to find her earring still intact and attached. She didn't have long to ponder that irony, however, as before long the beast was launching himself at her. This time on the defensive, Kol dug her hind claws into the thick earth and braced to meet his flying form, her claws aiming for his shoulders as her fangs went for the softness of his throat.
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The beast was confident that it had the fight nearly won...the smell of blood was strong, and it knew that most of that blood had come from its enemy. The fact that the girl had not retreated meant that she was ready for more, however, which conflicted with its instinct that she should want to flee after sustaining so much injury. It didn't think very deeply into the matter, however. Ideas that maybe it hadn't done as much to her as it thought it had, or that her intelligence was helping her to make smarter decisions in the battle, did not cross its mind. No, only the fact that she should be running, and the fact that she wasn't meant that it needed to fight that much harder.
The previous attack had taken a lot of energy, and while it had been rewarded for the effort by the wounds across her face and neck and shoulders, it had to cope with the fact that she was not yet down, and that it needed to have enough stamina to finish the battle. Someone could not attempt to steal a kill and take the field, lest they have the confidence to try it again for the next kill. The predator's next attack would need to be more conservative, more precise and less furious. Indeed, it sought for her throat upon its charge, seeking again to take victory quickly and effectively. Her own efforts to find its vulnerable neck foiled this effort, and their jaws met in the middle, pointed fangs scraping across yielding flesh.
The monster felt the radiating pain as her paws, nails digging against its shoulders, gave her added elevation, and brought her snout above his, where it was able to more effectively maim its face. It reared up as well, having the mass and reserves of strength necessary to push up despite her added weight, and meet her again face to face, jaws against jaws, and each with their claws digging into the other. The blood of each drained down their faces, but given another few moments of pushing against one-another's propped-up bodies, the predator would be able to use its weight to push her to the ground again.
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Sounds great! Hope this was ok?
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She'd been lucky, and she knew it. Her own attack had prevented the monsted from slashing her throat, and she threw every bit of energy she had into hurting him however she could. Rear claws slid against the ground as she pushed forward, clawing and biting and slashing, his larger frame and build overcoming the strength of her her smaller, slimmer one. His last attack had been more precise than his earlier efforts, and that did not bode well for the Dahlian. He was beginning to think more, plan more, which made the battle all the more dangerous by the minute.
Kol snarled as she suddenly realized that he was gaining the upper hand. Her back was arching backward, her legs straining to hold her up as the larger male began forcing her back toward the ground again. She'd managed to kick free of that death trap once in this melee, she doubted she'd be so fortunate a second time. The female growled furiously as she suddenly twisted, letting go of her grappling clash with the monster to spin sideways away from him, trying to land a sharp elbow to his spine as she did so. If she could just manage to stay on her feet a little longer and think her way through, she just might be able to get out of this alive.
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Works for me =P And to your earlier statement, I too am a big fan of fight threads, at least ones where the end is pre-determined...otherwise they can get bogged down by narrator-battles DX Also, since I don't know if either of us ever said it, Lex, you're good to jump in at any time.
The smaller combatant managed to weave out of their hold, an act which a creature of the predator's size and build was unlikely to achieve. One of her forelegs brushed sharply passed as she fell to all fours, possibly an attempt to do some harm as she disengaged, but she still managed to put sufficient distance between them by the time it turned around to prevent an immediate grip of her hind-quarters, which the beast might have used to drag her down again. While Brennt was slow to think and often slow to act, he had the instincts necessary to be a vicious opponent, but those instincts were only accessible when all the strictures of society were pushed from his mind, generally not something he could do consciously, but something which occurred naturally in response to certain stimuli. Among these was hunger, another was physical harm. Brennt, for all of his shortcomings and failures as a person, made a fine animal.
The predator's head hung low, and its jaws parted. Wide eyes locked onto Kol's, and the creature quickly crossed the short distance to its adversary, hoping to secure the neck in between its bared fangs. She had called out to someone. If a big male arrived, or even worse, a pack of wolves, the predator would be cheated of its meal, and forced to flee. Its instincts would surely allow it to end the life of such a weakened creature before its allies arrived, though. So its sense of things told it. The female was fading, and as long as it continually forced her to struggle to stay afloat in their whirlpool of combat, sooner or later she would flounder.
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The dark female’s howl for assistance hadn’t gone unheard. It felt as if she could’ve heard her friend’s plea from a million miles away. Something definitely wasn’t right. For a woman like Kol to call for help, something was terribly wrong. Had she found the pups? No, somehow Alexey doubted that was the reason she’d released such a desperate cry. The Stormbringer lady was a proud female, no doubt about it. She wouldn’t have called for help if she wasn’t dealing with a life threatening situation.
The Koios girl wasted no time. A scream was all it took for instincts to kick in. Her heart was pumping adrenaline; a sixth sense took control of her every movement. Courage overshadowed any emotion that could’ve put a single doubt in her mind. It was her turn to rescue Kol, just like her ebony companion had done for her during the war between Dahlia de Mai and Inferni. Nothing could have severed the bond the two females shared; not distance, not time, and not even death.
Optime form put her at a disadvantage. Thankfully, all of her training was paying off; she was getting much better at controlling her movements. How she even managed to run was a mystery. But she did. Lexey was nowhere near as fast as she could’ve been in regular lupus form but she knew there was no time to shift. Soon enough, Kol and her assailant entered her vision. The Dahlian girl didn’t even have time to assimilate the whole situation. He was aiming for her friend’s throat and that image alone was her cue to get involved.
A deep roar was the only sound she emitted as she launched herself onto the monster’s back with every intention of digging her razor sharp claws into his eyes. Her goal was to blind him, if only temporarily. Just long enough to let Kol regain her bearings.
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Made this short since I don't want to PP Brennt too much with Alexey's arrival. XDD
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The beast was fast, far too fast for Kol's weary body to properly counter. She held her ground as he clashed with her again, his dripping fangs snapping mere inches from her soft throat. The white patch on her chest was stained a bright crimson as she clamped her claws around the creature's muzzle, trying to hold his jaws open as he pressed closer and closer to her. His advances were relentless, and Kol knew she was starting to run out of steam. Her taut muscles shivered with the strain of keeping the monster at bay, the Stormbringer unable to do much else than keep the bastard's jaws from closing around her throat.
She was nearly at her breaking point when the enraged roar broke through the atmosphere. Violet eyes widened in shock and no little horror as the tawny form of Kol's best friend was flung through the air and onto the creature's back. Kol's strength suddenly flooded back at the sight, her voice strained but strong as she cried out. "Alexey! NO!" Her friend had only just been getting used to her fully shifted form, there was no way she'd be able to fend off the secui beast once she'd gotten involved. But the puppy eater was suddenly distracted, and it was now or never to free herself from his grasp...
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A last minute jerk saved the predator from receiving the full force of the werewolf's tackle, but the digging claws, much sharper than the ones that it or the first female possessed, had taken a firm grip on its head. A vicious snarl erupted from its maw as it broke free of Kol's jaws, and bucked and swerved to rid itself of its new enemy. Snapping jaws clattered through the air, seeking flesh. It could not free itself completely, but as its body whipped around violently, it got most of its bulk from beneath its adversary.
It saw the two legs of the creature and a subconscious decision with it began to change itself. The claws it used were sharp, and the predator would become even larger to content with two opponents if it became the same kind of creature as its new assailant. Most of it wounds weren't serious, but the new ones--where the female's hand-claws even now took hold--were causing damage. Soon, it would remove those claws from its skull, by one means or another. Its thrashing ceased as its hind legs began to change, elongating and growing thicker. Additional pounds of thick flesh, fat and muscle, began to grow from beneath elastic skin. Its bright yellow eyes passed for just a moment over the first female's, and their intent was clear. Both of them would die for trying to take its kill. Both of them would die, because it was not subordinate to them. It was a loner. It was not subordinate to anyone. Food was life. Starvation was weakness, and then death. The instinct of the predator was resolute, and it was uncompromising. Despite its injuries, it knew that it was not near death. One of its opponents was, and it planned for the other to be in the same state shortly.
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This was so much fun, thanks Void!!! <3333
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Kol spared not a moment's hesitation as the beast reared up with Alexey hanging on. She was digging her piercing talons into the thing's face, but rather than focus itself on removing her the beast did something completely unexpected. At the sight of Alexey in her fully shifted form, the monster's own body began to change. The Stormbringer bolted to her feet as he immersed himself in the change, leaping out of its reach.
It only took a second for Kol to realize that Alexey was still clinging to the creature's back as he shifted. Before long, her clumsy optime form would be no match for the monster's own, and Kol screamed at her friend to get the hell off and run. Drawing on the last of her energy, Kol launched herself at Alexey's form, aiming to knock her off the distracted brute and push her at full speed into the night, making a break for Dahlia before the puppy eater could collect himself and come after them.
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It wasn’t until the monster turned his attention away from her friend that Alexey realized how terrified she really was. For a split moment, she’d thought Kol was going to give in and let him close his jaws around her neck. Now that the Stormbringer girl was out of harm’s way, Lexey struggled to remain on top of her opponent. She too, wanted him to suffer. Her eyes were shut tight, it was the only way she could control the overwhelming dizziness that came with his endless thrashing.
She could hear Kol’s screams but fury kept her hanging on. Instead of listening to her roommate, Lexey dug her claws deeper into the male’s skin. It was only when her opponent’s body started changing dramatically that she slightly loosened her grip. What the hell was going on? Honey-hued eyes suddenly snapped open as she tried to make sense of it all. Dear god! Even after all of this, the brute still had enough strength left in him to shift.
If it wasn’t for Kol’s rash decision to knock her off the enemy, the Koios girl would’ve probably landed herself in quite a heap of trouble. Although the idea of running away did not exactly please her, she finally gave in and made a run for it; they were both safe now and that’s what really mattered.
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Fun thread indeed, guys! Thanks for saving the day, Lex! I'll ask to have this archived shortly.
The two she-wolves started running shortly after the predator had begun to shift, and while it initially gave chase, its instinct told it that enough had been done in protecting its kill. It was tired, and had taken almost more damage than the meal was worth. More damage than the meal itself, perhaps, but not more than was warranted by whatever future meals it had scared them away from trying to steal.
With that, the creature wanted to shift back to its four-legged form, but it knew it lacked the energy...it would be well and truly exhausted if it did that, and unready for any further competitors, should they arrive. It proceeded to devour the remaining pieces of the children, before rising and walking on. Soon, Brennt re-established his social identity, and his slow thoughts turned toward the two mean girls who tried to steal his food. They hadn't been their puppies...they should just mind their own business. He left the scene, feeling strangely satisfied by the comfortable weight in his stomach, despite the stinging of the various lacerations decorating his body.
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