Post by Rikez on Jun 5, 2015 22:55:18 GMT -5
The large brute was right beside him as they bounded to the trees. They were right to attack first, with the element of surprise; the young cougar barely had time to put up any defenses before the two brutes were upon it. Immediately, Rikez felt a change in himself as he prepared for a battle. It was a switch he was used to. This switch was what he had been bred to do. He had been seasoned to fight, and although he had never tackled a feline, he fell right in sync with Arche as they took on the big cat. It was almost as if he were seeing in tunnel vision. Everything around him blurred and stretched until only Arche and the feline were clear. With everything less defined, the black brute’s great amber eyes honed in on the battle at hand, sharp and focused.
Arche sprang into action before Rikez had even thought out a plan. Setting the black wolf up perfectly, Arche leapt between the cougar and a nearby tree, forcing it to stay out in the open. Ears flat against its skull, the feline crouched, hissing and spitting at its attacker. He watched as the cougar swiped at Arche again and again. The larger brute, though able to hold his ground, had nowhere to go but backwards as he avoided the beast’s sharp claws. Soon, Arche was against the tree with nowhere to go.
Rikez bared his fangs and let his muzzle crinkle into a fearsome snarl. Like the start of an engine, he began to let out low growls that seemed to grow in volume as they tore from his throat. The big cat turned on him, its tail twitching and restless. He didn’t want to give the cat time to think, and so, he leapt at the cat jaws first. As his open maw made contact with the feline’s shoulder, he locked his jaw, feeling the warm fur and grinding of bone as he bit down. Almost immediately, he felt the big cat’s claws on him, raking into his flesh. The cougar had tore into the black brute’s flank, and he could already feel himself bleeding freely. He shook his head once. Twice. Then sprang back, hoping he had at least done enough damage and distracted the predator enough to let Arche strike.
As he scrambled back, he relished the pain in his side. Every drop that touched the ground beneath him spurred him on, drove him to fight. He had been fighting all his life. He had hated fighting all his life, and yet... He could hear the whoosh of blood in his ears as his heart pumped pure adrenaline through his veins. There was a part of the black brute that couldn't help but throw himself into a battle. He loved the bloodlust, the rush of adrenaline, even the injuries. His largest scar adorned his left flank, on the highest portion of his hind leg. It had taken that injury many weeks of limping before it healed, and even now, the black wolf could feel the week spot in his leg. His own father had inflicted the injury upon him, on the day he was truly driven from his home and his siblings. The bitterness clung to his heart still, making the black wolf the reckless loner he was.
Count | 568
Tagged | Arche
Muse | Good!
Notes | Had a lot of fun writing this, for once. My muse was good. :3
Arche sprang into action before Rikez had even thought out a plan. Setting the black wolf up perfectly, Arche leapt between the cougar and a nearby tree, forcing it to stay out in the open. Ears flat against its skull, the feline crouched, hissing and spitting at its attacker. He watched as the cougar swiped at Arche again and again. The larger brute, though able to hold his ground, had nowhere to go but backwards as he avoided the beast’s sharp claws. Soon, Arche was against the tree with nowhere to go.
Rikez bared his fangs and let his muzzle crinkle into a fearsome snarl. Like the start of an engine, he began to let out low growls that seemed to grow in volume as they tore from his throat. The big cat turned on him, its tail twitching and restless. He didn’t want to give the cat time to think, and so, he leapt at the cat jaws first. As his open maw made contact with the feline’s shoulder, he locked his jaw, feeling the warm fur and grinding of bone as he bit down. Almost immediately, he felt the big cat’s claws on him, raking into his flesh. The cougar had tore into the black brute’s flank, and he could already feel himself bleeding freely. He shook his head once. Twice. Then sprang back, hoping he had at least done enough damage and distracted the predator enough to let Arche strike.
As he scrambled back, he relished the pain in his side. Every drop that touched the ground beneath him spurred him on, drove him to fight. He had been fighting all his life. He had hated fighting all his life, and yet... He could hear the whoosh of blood in his ears as his heart pumped pure adrenaline through his veins. There was a part of the black brute that couldn't help but throw himself into a battle. He loved the bloodlust, the rush of adrenaline, even the injuries. His largest scar adorned his left flank, on the highest portion of his hind leg. It had taken that injury many weeks of limping before it healed, and even now, the black wolf could feel the week spot in his leg. His own father had inflicted the injury upon him, on the day he was truly driven from his home and his siblings. The bitterness clung to his heart still, making the black wolf the reckless loner he was.
Count | 568
Tagged | Arche
Muse | Good!
Notes | Had a lot of fun writing this, for once. My muse was good. :3