I don’t know how, but she is related to Heyel in some way. Her scent is so much like his. I wasn’t even looking for this wolfess. But her scent conveniently chose to cross my path. That’s how I followed her, passing the lake, through the sands and now, reaching this clearing. My eyes aim only to harm her, to take a little piece of her, to mark her as I marked Malina. I had to pay for what I did to her though. My left ear, torn by that dam assassin! It doesn’t hurt anymore though. What really hurts, is my hind leg, both sides, shoulder and neck. As if it wasn’t enough to have my right front leg torn and weak.
So much had happened lately. I had so many targets. One of them and the greatest of all, Amir! That bastard not only escaped, but he had developed great fighting skills! He is the responsible for my mauled sides and left shoulder, the great tear in my hind right leg and a great cut on my neck. My leg is weak now. I should not have underestimated him. He have been trained by Devil and that… I know now. But one day, I would kill him! My other targets, assassins… I must hunt them all down. For what they had done to us. I want Heyel and Devil to come for me, for Malina, Azrael, Ava… Every assassin… Come to take me! I will take them down one by one. For I will be waiting for them.
Today, here I am, hunting this wolfess. I have followed her all the way to here and now is the time to attack. I took a position further ahead of the clearing, tracing her steps and guessing she would cross this path in front of me. My form crouched behind small bushes, impossible for anyone standing in the middle of the clearing, to see. I waited for the right time patiently.
She stepped in the middle of the clearing. Time had come! I jumped over the small bushes with some effort because of my injured leg, landing quite soundly a bit ahead of it, taking no time to keep on the run. I came from her right side, running as fast as my injured limb would allow. My jaw opening and aiming right for the middle of her backs. My good hind leg forcing my own body a bit upwards into a small jump. Front paws drawing closer to my chest. Should my fangs meet it’s target, my both front paws would rest on her backs while my fangs would sink as deep as possible towards her spine and I would twist my head aiming to tear her backs and possibly break a bone.
Should she dodge… I would adjust my body to land on my paws and twist my frame to face hers once more and I would wait for her own move.
10 years old | Lord of Iromar | Forever Ruvindra’s lover | --30in/120lbs--
Tear me to pieces ;Don't get caught in my schemes
VAGUE
Whisper words into your ears ;Let me see you hit the ground |