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Posted on March 31, 2014 at 10:52:42 PM by -
 
She releases a howl of rage and bears down on me with hurricane-like turbulence, beyond rational thought in her need for vengeance. With only a second's time to react as she spins, I toss aside her cleaved tassel and rear up on my hind legs. Paws slash at her face and neck, raking at eyes and muzzle, like battering rams I seek to shove her away from me. I feel my balance teeter as she lunges at me again, all her energy throwing me to the ground. I feel myself falling backwards and I cringe in anticipation of what's coming. My back hits the dirt with a massive thud. The base of my neck splinters with renewed pain, the damaged disc pummeled into the soil beneath her weight and shattering the nerves like shards of shrapnel all along my spine. I struggle beneath her, lips peeled back and fangs bared. She goes for the throat. She misses my precious jugular, but it's enough to staunch the flow of oxygen to my already depraved lungs. I feel my mind grow foggy, all the sounds around us drowned out until I can hear nothing but the tempo of my heart ramming against it's cage and the sounds of my own choking. This was it. This was the end. I feel the dark void at the edge of my peripheries. My senses feel dull, I feel far away. I think of Alcide, I longed to tell him how much I Love him. I think of Danny, and how I haven't had the chance yet to make amends with her. I think of Taliesin, and how many times he's already been let down, and Snowshoe who fought so valiantly and now is a mother with cubs to care for. And my own cubs. My babies....they'd have no mother to come home to them. No... No! ... I cannot do this to them! I call upon the strength of those Spirits, I demand of them to help me. I would sacrifice all to protect my family, my pack. I feel them coalescing around me, filtering through me like ammunition, and the sheer magnitude of what was about to transpire suddenly hit me like a bullet to the brain. I knew what I had to do,The moment of clarity is terrifying and electrifying. But it was now or never. Eyes snap to attention, awesome amethyst jewels sparking like violet flames casting embers. "No..." it is a whispered croak, but a thrumming growl personifies it, and grows in it's strength and potency. I fight beneath her again with renewed vigor, thrashing wildly against her hold upon my neck, the silver of my chest splattered with the ruddy crimson of my own blood. The timber of my fury still crackles like static through amplifiers, building up to it's climax as I bunch my legs beneath me, pulling all fours in tight like a spring before thunder-gunning both my rear and fore paws up into her stomach and chest like the force of a cannon. A simultaneous battle cry is rent from my lips and abruptly broken as the force of the action rips her fangs from my throat and tears my vocal chords asunder. Pain explodes at me from all sides, as the tension in my neck is pushed to it's very limits and my throat is practically ripped out from the front. It is a pale comparison in that moment... that precious earth-shattering moment, that I feel my very Soul fracture. It comes unbidden as she is tossed from me with a magnanimous amount of force. I allow the inertia of the movement to pull me along with her, so that I would somersault over and come to stand back up again. I moved with a cyclone-like tenacity, ideally hoping she'd be so shocked she'd fall straight back and find the tables turned with myself standing over her bodice and my fangs securely locked upon her jugular. But if she fell to the side or even somehow managed to stay standing, all my focus and thought was channeled upon that pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. I would attempt to straddle her if she was grounded, ivory blades striking at the pivotal target, seeking to penetrate deep, seeking to deliver a Killing blow. I have never before sought to take a Life. I have never before been so driven and determined to overcome an adversary and with it Death. Like the Monster of my Nightmares, I was a force to be reckoned with, moving as if a blur. If her jugular was inaccessible then I would go for her face and eyes, to puncture them, and let their pupils gush from her sockets. To rip her wicked smile from her lips, her lips from her muzzle. My silver mane is like feral flames billowing in the early summer breeze, I would never submit to her. I would never surrender, not myself. not my Pack and sure as Hell not my Life! I ravage until the moment of bloodlust finally passes, and when we break apart I circle around and lope a several meters in order to put distance between us lest I do something even more horrific. My gait is crippled somewhat, due to the dagger-like stabs of pain that zing through my shoulders and neck with each subtle movement. My head is pounding madly. But it is not why there is a thin line, grim and determined and unforgiving, plastered to my muzzle in a frown. I am a terrible sight to behold, with chunks of flesh peeled from my shoulders and neck, with blood dripping across the canvas of my chest and trailing down between my front legs. It mattes the fur along my back and sides into knots and tangles. But it was nothing.... Nothing compared to what this she-demon had just robbed from me. There is an emptiness inside. My eyes no longer detect the soft glow of my Spirit Guides. My ears no longer hear the soft cadence of their unspoken languages. They have abandoned me. I have sacrificed the sanctity of my Shaman Oath in order to spare my pack. And now I stare hard upon this female, daring her to continue this further. Daring her to try anything more. The Scars she's inflicted upon me will heal and fade, though I believe my voice will never fully recover, but the Scar left upon my Soul.... that is something that never goes away. I glance at her severed tail pointedly, a grim smile coming to settle upon my battered lips as my eyes meet hers and lock upon them. I wanted my face to forever be etched into her mind as the wolf that had robbed her of her Banner. For no matter the outcome of this battle, she will never know the true depth of what she has stolen from me. Word count: 1056 Intro- (x) Attacks 1 & 2 (x) Half Dodges: 1/2 - Purge’s charge didn’t hit Moonglow full force, just enough to knock her sideways about a foot. Full Hit: 2/2 A.1) - Purge’s 2nd attack grabs hold of Moonglow’s scruff and rips a decent sized chuck of skin off, though no major muscle, ligaments or bone were damaged. It will bleed a lot and probably leave a good sized scar. A.2) - Purge's 3rd/counter attack is where her side slams down on Moonglow's neck/shoulders, slipping a disc between the vertebrae near the base of her neck. Moonglow will suffer a consistant ache, some swelling and sitffness of the muscle joints, as well as an occasional migraine in the several weeks following the fight. Full Dodges: 1/2 - When Purge goes in to attack Moonglow's neck for a second time, Moonglow is still reeling away from purge's 3rd attack, and barely escapes Purge's grip. Attack 3: Moonglow goes for Purges tail, trying to grasp hold of it near the base and crush/fracture bone or tear the ligaments. Attack 4: Goes for the rear leg where thigh meets hock, trying to sever the tendon that runs between and gore the muscle there.  Celena Corona Di Spirane ~ Shamaness ~ Alcide Holds my Heart ~ Orca Sleekwing and Swallowbane Are chipped from my Soul |
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