I suppose it was my naivety, innocence, youth….whatever you desire to call it. Either way I was surprised to find my teeth connect with his neck, I suppose a part of me believed I would miss. The taste was a shock. Blood was hot, salty, thicker then water, my mind awash with the sudden and potent realisation that no matter for how long you train, no matter how much the others tell you…..nothing is like the real thing. No one told me what blood tasted like, no one told my thoughts would collide with each other and the adrenaline within my form would reach levels I could never even imagine as every limb in my young frame extended into overdrive in this desperate battle to live I had engaged us both in. I lunged for his underside, my movements faster, swifter then I think they have ever been and yet I’d never felt true adrenaline before. It was…shocking. His own much larger frame dodged and I think that was the moment in which I realised how much larger he was. He was bigger then most wolves I knew, big like Devil or Kane and yet this realisation barely had a moment to settle before he was coming at me.

I will always remember that moment. Always. It was my first true mistake. My mind was moving to fast and yet even despite that I got distracted. I let my mind focus where it shouldn’t have been- on his size and I wasn’t fast enough to dodge his teeth. It was reflexes alone that surely saved my life here and now, that I managed to dodge back enough to stop his teeth landing around my neck as I flung myself back- but he still got my chest- biting into that brown fur and thick muscle- and it hurt. It sounds so foolish really- to say that it hurt. Of course it did- but that’s the very thing. Of course it did. They say it will hurt- but how can you describe this kind of pain to someone who has never felt it? I knew it would hurt but I didn’t know, not really, not truly. It burns and aches all at once, the shock of it forcing a gasp from my lips as my own teeth struck suddenly downward at his muzzle once more. I attempted to force him to release his hold before I pulled myself back yet again and free.

I could feel the blood running down my chest, mingling with my earthen fur- but I hardly had the time to think of it. I had to move again or this assassination was going to go terribly awry- it already had in a way. Lesson learned. Kill them quickly. Each muscle in my frame tightened once more, releasing with a powerful explosion to dodge around his snapping jaws, this time aiming for the left side of his neck. If I could take out both sides the blood loss should weaken him. I aimed to strike and dance away again, the heat in my chest, this time, only seeking to make me angrier as a snarl ripped free of my lips. He was heavier, stronger. I had to be faster and more agile. I had to be better than him. I only needed to do it once- I didn’t plan on leaving him alive, any doubt having fled my mind the moment it begun to pump with adrenaline. I kept moving, circling around him, waiting for another opening to strike again. I was messy….inexperienced…I knew it showed but as I said, I didn’t need to be perfect- I just needed to be better then him…..

My life depended on it.





m a j o r a
in disguise, cannot be identified