“Patterns can be broken, fool.” Amatus finished his words with a snarl as a wave of resentment surged from the depths of his typically kind heart, like a beast crashing through the tall grass with such ferocity it would have startled the bravest of souls. His anger outweighed any fear that may have jeopardised his bravery. He was finally living up to his sole purpose – to defend, to help, to… love. He laughed - a mocking tune at the beast. “And I am prepared to be the one to break that pattern. Not only that but the one who breaks you.” His large paws beat the ground, as if to emphasize his point. He would not be disheartened by his foul words. If anything, they only encouraged him.

If Amatus had been thinking rationally, he would have coward under fear. Anxiety would have coursed through his body at the very thought of fighting Yoki’s sire. But the knight’s anger overruled anything other and so he felt only the burning desire to bring pain to this tyrant. And if Amatus had been thinking rationally, it would have been taken into consideration the lack of experience he had in fighting. This monster would be experienced…for with such a violent and revolting disposition he surely could not have avoided battles. But the many-toned brute had only been tutored on the best areas of the body to strike. But never had he had the chance to exercise his knowledge. And he had hoped that he would never have had to.

The first attack the darkened monster employed upon him was the vulnerable area of his ribs. With a sharp jolt, Amatus attempted to leap out of the target. But as he tried to dodge, he found the canines already had grasp of him. As the knight pulled back, he felt sharp daggers amounting in the powerful ache that he had not once felt before. Yoki’s sire had created a deep wound, but it had not left his ribs exposed, nor had the wound trailed down to his stomach. His jaw opened, and he released a loud roar of pain, voice falling into a gravelly tune. And in that moment, his wincing tawny eyes settled upon the looming form of his enemy. His eyes danced with madness, longing and his pupils widened into great pools of rage. He would not win.

He tried to ignore the pain that governed his body. If he gave up, Yoki would be forced to endure the terrible pursuits of this beast. He could not bear the thought of her ever being in the grips of her sire. It sickened him. It pained him. It grieved him. Amatus knew that he would die fighting for his love, despite the many opportunities to escape. Yoki was everything. And she had gone through enough already, she did not need more. He wanted to give her a look of reassurance but he could not bear to take his eyes off his enemy. Not only that but in reality, he had no faith in his skills, and he did not want to lie.

Stories were immense part of Amatus’ life. Ever since he was a pup – and old enough to understand – he had idolized himself on characters within stories. His father’s tales were laid with sadness, mostly, but his mothers were mostly of gallant heroes on their courageous quests. The heroes in his stories had won, there were of course some that had died in their attempts. But they had always won. Amatus would be the hero of this story. Amatus knew that the fictions he had been told were fake; his naivety had been shed a long time ago. However it did not mean that miracles no longer existed. Bad wolves still stalked the earth and good wolves too. They both existed. And the good side always won.

Amatus rose up upon his forepaws; his body still trembled in shock. Before falling, his paw swiped across the dark tyrant’s face. It is true that a wolf’s claws are blunt and Amatus was no exception to this rule, but at the great force he applied his passion, he was quite certain it would leave a mark. And he hoped that his claws may have caught his eyes. Amatus grinned; he wanted to make his brute leave with a mark he could never forget. But he didn’t know. Amatus did not wait. He knew, recalling lessons in his past that any opportunities he threw away could backfire and possibly end in their loss of the fight.

His limbs bent and lunged towards the stomach of the threatening beast, knowing that if he did not foresee his attack’s arrival then he would be able to create a large, increasing amount of pain.


ooc - sorry for the wait <3