Amatus shuddered as the tyrant roared with anger, spluttering out words of threat. But these were not empty threat. This merciless creature felt nothing but the pleasure of bringing pain to others. And so, how far he could go was unpredictable. The knight attempted to dodge his haste of fury but the suddenness of his attack had left him a state of shock. His heart beat furiously, trying to find away from the impending assault. He knew the brute’s tactic; he was aiming for one of the most deadly of areas on his body. His aim had been directed towards his jugular and though Amatus had never before been in the rush of battle he was still educated upon it. If a wolf was to tear the jugular then there was a chance the victim would bleed to death.

A dark form blurred his vision for a fleeting second. Oh god Yoki. His eyes widened as he prepared himself to quickly rush to her aid but it seemed that her sire was still not done in his sadistic ways. It was only because of his dark painted Queen that the brute’s aim had been ruined. His target was now pointed at his throat and though it would be more possible for him to fight back, it was still a risky attack. But the fact that she had fought against her fear to defend him gave him even more to fight for and even more hope. For even if he fell to the ground, her knew sense of ferocity would be able to assist her in the rest of her life.

The brute landed upon him and the weight of his muscular frame pinning him to the ground. The multi-toned knight released a growl of deep baritones as he felt pain rippling through his body. How dare he do this? How dare this brute just walk in, claim Yoki to be something of low scum, and ruin everything! “NO!” He roared. He began to dig his claws into the black chest of his opponent and resisted against his attack. It worked. Amatus shoved off the enemy and quickly leapt to his paws. And for a moment, he swayed.

He saw the blood trickle from his open and dirty wounds; he felt the adrenaline of the battle wearing off. The loss of blood and the disappointment that he had managed to sink his daggers into that vile beast’s throat made him sick. He wanted him dead. He wanted to wipe him off of the face of the earth so that he wouldn’t be capable of bringing pain to another soul. But he had no energy left inside. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, inhaling hastily, “come near us again.” With the final words he fell to the ground with a hard thump, his final sight being the world whirling around him.

“Yoki…” He whispered. But he couldn’t do anything.


ooc - sorry it's short :\