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Post by Evalena Williams on Apr 29, 2008 21:50:30 GMT -5
The trees towered over Evalena, and from the looks of them, she could tell most of them were ages older than her (Not that she was that old). Which was saying something. She had fed before coming into unfamiliar territory, just for safety’s sake. She really didn’t enjoy having to cover her tracks when she slipped up. It was a hassle… But it was worth it for that sweet, warm liquid. Her eyes flashed onyx for a moment while she harboured thoughts of abducting a human. Common sense took over, and she slowly lost thoughts of feeding. Tanya wouldn’t be pleased if she slipped again. It would be the second time in a year. So she closed her eyes, drinking in the forest sounds. It was different then the place she called home. Clouds hid the sun, and there was a soft, constant drizzle of rain. This she was used to. This was normal. What wasn’t normal was the scent in this forest. It was odd, but it annoyed her. It was ever present, and very strong. It was like the forest was marked territory, but it was something really big.
Evalena sighed, continuing her trek through the forest, a slow, leisurely walk. (For a vampire, at least) The forest covered a wide span she was soon to find. And it was eerily quiet. The sound of chattering birds was far off, as if muted. The snuffling and snarling of animals was hushed. This was odd. Even though she was travelling at a rather fast (for humans) pace, the animals paid no attention to the young (looking) woman, and instead did their thing. Like usual. That wasn’t the problem.
A forest just wasn’t this still. It was like something was waiting for her. Pshaw. She was being paranoid. Yeah, that’s it. The little vampire girl is scared of her own shadow, it seems. Oh well. Guess that’s what happens when you take the girl out of her home and place her somewhere else.
Evalena stopped, allowing the strange forest to soak into her skin, allowing it to become part of her very being. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, as if peering at the small strange woman. The sun’s rays bounced off her granite skin, reflecting in a diamond like nature. “Damn.” She cursed. Now if a human somehow made it to the place she was, this little bit of sun would give her away.
“Oh, dear mister sun, would you mind shining another day?” She asked, tilting her head to the sky.
The sun seemed to hear her request and complied. It allowed itself to be blanketed in clouds, and the rain continued to fall. A sweet smile found it’s way to the vampire’s pale lips. “Thank you.” She said softly. She had always been a sucker for manners.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 29, 2008 22:14:25 GMT -5
He wasn’t going to think about anything today, and instead take a cue from Leah and run. Run until his thoughts lay so far behind them that he couldn’t return to them even if he tried. Run so far that he got lost in the great expanse of the La Push forest. His home, his heart. Maybe not his whole heart though. He’d already lost a good chunk of that rather recently, promised it away with a whisper against feverish skin. All the regret in the world couldn’t spin back time and so he’d live with it. It was the truth and he sucked at lying anyways.
This was his territory and he’d never have to be quiet in it, despite Sam’s warnings and suggestions. The forest floor was his, and so was the trees, and the air especially. He took a deep breathe, breeze tasting of salt on his sensitive taste buds. His gray fur ruffled and settled down against the broad shoulders and hard muscles that made up his frame. He’d grown recently as a wolf, just a bit taller and just a bit wider, but it wasn’t to be noticed by the thinning of his coat. Damn fur, and damn summer.
He didn’t mean that; summer was his favorite time of the year. But he was graduating this summer. He was immune to many things but not to the fear of the future and the unseen. His first summer as a real adult. It would scare anyone. But it scared him.
Eventually he slowed down and brushed the leafs from his fur, irritated and in an all around crappy mood. He’d be bored all week, suspended and all. He was lucky he knew, that the La Push community was corrupt and favored the people who protected its land. A week of suspension sure did beat expulsion, but he wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of someone bending the rules for him.
It was darker out than before as the day slowly dwindled to an end. He yawned, large jaws stretching open and then snapping close, revealing several very dangerous looking canines. Contended, he sat among the roots and moss and rested his eyes for just a moment. He hadn’t gotten any sleep the other day and it showed.
Burning, and sickly sweetness, and oh God did that fucking hurt! He pawed at his nose and a rippling growl shot from his throat. That smell meant one thing and one thing only.
Vampires.
Quickly jumping to his paws he crouched, trying to locate from which direction the wind was coming from, the breeze that carried the smell. But in his lack of sleep he wasn’t able to find it fast enough. It was soon lost in the wake of his own scent, strong with anger and pheromones. Shit. Shit shit shit. It was close enough to the border to be an accident but it had been so fresh. Perhaps the blonde one again? His growl became more prominent at the thought.
The bark was short and sharp in the crisp air, a sound that meant whoever was around should introduce themselves before he tore them apart.
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Post by Evalena Williams on Apr 30, 2008 15:49:39 GMT -5
Out of the stillness of the forest came a thudding. Like paws on the ground. But amplified. It was a large creature, she could tell. Too large. It sounded unnaturally big. Its scent invaded her senses, making her gag on the musky smell. Evalena tossed her head up to catch the faint growl that had drifted her way.
Damned summer winds. That wind carried the sound of a wolf to her. She adored wolves. They were the most fun of all the animals to capture. But do to the fact she rarely found them, this was her first wolf in ages. So to hell with the fact she could tell it was really big. She was going to have fun.
An impish glitter was present in her topaz eyes as she practically pranced to where she assumed the scent was coming from. She shrunk back slightly when she heard the bark, but soon gained confidence. This was going to be fun, she was sure.
She continued to go in the direction of the bark. She kept moving between the trees, at an excruciatingly slow pace, as to not spook the animal (as she thought it was just a mere animal).
“Here, puppy.” She said, with laughter in her voice.
And then she saw the animal. If she had initially thought it was big, she ad to bite back a snarl of surprise. This dog dwarfed her. Well… Almost everybody dwarfed her, but this was an animal. It wasn’t supposed to be taller then her.
“Just a puppy, Eva, it’s just a puppy.” She consoled herself. “Hello, Puppy, everything’s going to be okay…”
That was until she looked into its eyes. No animal had ever looked at her with hate, with disgust. Fear maybe, but never hate. This dog knew her secret. So maybe it was more than just an animal.
Maybe, just maybe. Honestly, she wouldn’t be too surprised. If vampires existed, why wouldn’t some other type of superior life form? Hopefully it was a superior life form, and not just some really smart overgrown wolf. Because if it was the latter she would be sorely disappointed.
She grimaced slightly as another breeze let it’s scent waft over to her again. “You really need a bath.”
From the look in it’s eyes, she knew she shouldn’t be taunting it, but the urge was stronger than her self control. And if something went wrong, she could always run… Or attack. She had to be faster than this thing, if not stronger.
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 30, 2008 17:43:25 GMT -5
Paul could hardly contain himself; that smell, that whisper of the wind that held just barely enough for him to track her; destructive. It was killing him, the anger and the rage shaking inside of him, a feeling so strong he could express it through a growl or through a snarl. How dare they think they could cross the treaty line whenever they pleased. There was a fucking treaty in place for a reason.
The vampire was too quiet, and if they were moving, he couldn’t tell, though the smell got stronger with each passing second. They must be coming close. Dropping into a crouch, he bared his teeth, preparing to pounce the second he spotted the monster.
Then there it…she…was. As pale as all the others, with the bright glow they carried in sunlight. She could have been beautiful, inhumanely (naturally) so, but the deep pitted resentment in him would not allow him to view her as anything but perhaps the foulest creature to have ever walked the Earth.
For a brief moment he thought she was the tinier, raven-haired Cullen, the one who had been so fast. But after a moment he noticed the differences, the posture, the smell of her was not to Forks but to someplace else. That was a frightening thought. If it weren’t for the topaz color of her eyes he might have assumed she was a human blood-sucker. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought.
Puppy? He let out an irritated growl at that. Did he look like a dog? Ugh! He’d never hear the end of the dog comparisons. First from the Cullens, now from this leech. If it was possible he felt an even stronger dislike than before.
He was tense, muscles rippling under his silver coat, every hair on his body standing on end. He was ready to pounce, ready to kill. He wanted this. He needed this.
In one smooth motion he lifted himself from the ground, hitting her straight on, not even bothering with any tactics. He was much larger than her which was a bonus advantage.
Her marble body was hard, almost like hitting a wall, but collapsed under him as he struck her. Pinning her to the ground he let out a ferocious snarl, green eyes wild.
There was hesitance if only because tearing her apart would probably not bode well with the Cullens, should she belong to them. She wasn’t too far from the border and it could have been a mistake. His hatred was too strong though to keep from hitting her in the first place.
He knew Jake would be out soon, taking over his own patrol, and felt a grim satisfaction at the thought. If he couldn’t finish her off, Jake most certainly could.
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Post by Evalena Williams on Apr 30, 2008 18:31:46 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed at the shaking body of the wolf. Okay, so it was angry. And what do angry wolves usually do? Attack, right? Yeah, that didn’t work well for her. She giggled at him, (she seemed to giggle a lot in the past hundred or so years.) although she glared at the protective crouch he was in. “Oh, is the puppy afraid of the scary little girl?” She crooned, a smile on her face until it leapt at her.
A bloodcurdling shriek ripped out of her as that animal, that thing pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. Oh, now she was upset. And an upset vampire isn’t a very good thing. Even though her previous comments had been joking, a snarl accompanied the next sentence out of her mouth. “A very badly behaved puppy, you are.”
Being pinned to the ground wasn’t a very comfortable position, nor was it a very accommodating one. She snarled wordlessly attempting to get away. So, doing that was kind of pointless if she did it none violently.
And the helplessness of the situation forced her to rely on instinct. It was merely helpless because she didn’t enjoy the sounds people and animals made when they were hurt, though hurting them was necessary most of the time.
And so, like I stated previously, instinct was kicking in. And instinct wanted this thing hurt, if not dead. And what instinct wants, instinct usually gets. Eyes darting for a place she could simply wrap her arms or hands around, she finally found that one of his legs(? Arms?) was near enough to hers, that she could get it in her grip.
She wrapped her arm around the limb, allowing it to rest in the crook of her arm, (since she couldn’t use both) and pulled slightly. She hoped that she had put enough pressure on the limb that the bone would snap. That would at least let her get free.
((Ewww... Horrible post))
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Post by swivelcanines on Apr 30, 2008 19:27:31 GMT -5
Her scream was like murder on his ears, he winced back, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the echo of her voice in his ears. His fur, dirty, stuck out at out ends and if anything only maybe him seem larger.
Ice old rock against his flaming hot fur, burning with his hate, he snapped and tried to pull away but if anything it made the result worse. She could not have pulled too hard and he being practically indestructible it did little to slow him down, but he could hear the crunch of bones shifting. Resisting the urge to release the pain through a howl he wriggled from her tight grasp and fell back into the dirt behind him, quickly scrambling back into a well-formed crouch.
He was aware of everything; the dirt under his paws, the shadows of the trees and how they reflected across her face. He watched her eyes carefully, hoping to pinpoint her next attack.
This was a wolf, not a boy nor a man. There was no Paul standing in front of the vampire. Every instinct he had been born with, every beat of his pulse, belonged to the beast inside of him now.
Testing her, he took a small step forward, head bowed as he examined her from all sides. He was circling her with quick, small steps, a constant snarl at his bared jaws. Looking for a weakness, any weakness.
Though he wasn’t sure how well his attack would hold against her he jumped forward, taking a snap at her arm, teeth grazing across her skin (was it skin?) and tearing at whatever he could tear at.
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Post by Evalena Williams on Apr 30, 2008 20:42:27 GMT -5
When he moved away from her, she took the opportunity to scramble back up. She backed away from him slightly, wiping a bit of dirt from her skin. Her eyes were narrowed, watching him take her in. He moved in slow circles, making it harder for her to find a point to attack. He seemed to think logically, following her with his eyes.
He waited for a signal that she was going to attack. How sweet, the doggie’s naïve. She rolled her eyes, knowing full well how plans and strategies disappeared in the heat of violence, and hatred. Oh, adrenaline played a large part in that too, but it was mostly the violence.
Pain can give you an immense rush. And this rush is amazing. Horrible, but at the same time, absolutely amazing. It was this very rush that she experienced when his teeth scraped across her arm. She let out a whimper, but soon snapped out of it.
You thought an upset vampire was bad? Try and extremely pissed off vampire. She took small steps, but in a quick manner, until she was near enough. She leapt at him, allowing her body to hit his, right on the shoulder. There was an audible crunch, but it seemed this wolf seemed to have odd healing capabilities, there was hardly an favor in his stride, and she was sure she had done a number on his leg.
(Once again, not the best, but ohwell)
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Post by swivelcanines on May 1, 2008 15:16:59 GMT -5
The pain was horrifying and it seemed to rack his whole body, every nerve burning. A sound, somewhere between a snarl and a howl, filled the air. He knew he was making it.
She was smarter than he gave any leech credit for; continuously attacking his leg was going to cripple him. What attacks could he launch if he could not walk? He shifted under her, trying to keep the pressure on his good leg. It was difficult; she was still on top of him.
Taking a snap at her neck, he growled with satisfaction when he broke her pale skin. If he could get the upper hand in the fight he could disable her long enough to get to his jeans and the lighter inside of them…
Slipping in the leaves, he pushed her off but was left breathing hard with the effort. This time he didn’t circle her but instead dropped into the shadows, into a more defensive position. He could wait her out.
It was then that he realized he was bleeding from a gash in his head. He shook his head, drops of blood falling onto the floor, snarling. That bitch. His wounds weren’t going to heal as fast from an attack from a vampire, and head wounds always bled more than any other. Damn.
His only hope was his lighter or Jake. He really wouldn’t have minded either.
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Post by Jacob Black on May 2, 2008 14:29:55 GMT -5
There was something wrong, something was disturbing the calmness of the peaceful forest. There was a sharp edge in the air, and werewolf instincts kicked in, screaming at Jacob that there was something very wrong going on. Instincts finally got the better of him, and so Jake morphed into the only thing where he felt in control, the only thing where he felt like things were going to be okay; a wolf. Shaggy fur replaced his tanned skin, and his body lengthened as his arms began falling to the ground, eager to start running. Once his legs were also at the ground, he pushed off as hard and as quickly as he could. His legs moved in perfect unison, using their strength to carry his large body as far and as fast as possible.
Large ears swiveled on top of his head, listening to the sounds of all that was around him, trying to pin point what was setting off his werewolf instincts. He could hear the thoughts of Paul, and it was crystal clear that he was in pain. It sounded as if he was fighting something, as if he was struggling for dominance in the fight. With a loud growl, Jake ran even harder in the direction of his friend. After running only a few more yards, a strong and pungent smell found its way into his nostrils. The scent was unbearable, and there was only one thing in the world that could be the cause of such an awful smell; a vampire.
Another growl emitted from his chest, and his lips pulled back angrily into a snarl. He was determined to completely rip the vampire to shreds. Anyone that caused pain to one of his brothers was going to meet a very terrible fate. This vampire better be ready, they had no idea what was coming to them.
Only a few seconds passed when he jumped out from a group of bushes, and he landed only ten yards from Paul and the vampire. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger, practically drooling from the hate that was swelling up inside of him. Jake took a good look at her, she was tiny, and would not stand long against a werewolf of his size. He growled again, letting his presence be known to the vampire.
He was anxious on his feet, shifting his weight from his right paw to his left, eager to attack when the perfect time arose. With one loud growl, he jumped at the vampire from the side with his teeth bared and claws out in front of him, wanting to bite and scratch at anything he could get his hands on. All he wanted at that very moment was to inflict as much pain as possible on the damn blood sucker. His large body hit hard against hers, and it was humorous how much larger he was compared to her small figure.
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Post by Evalena Williams on May 2, 2008 16:05:45 GMT -5
A pale hand reached tenderly to the lace on her neck that he had attacked. She patted it softly, scrunching her nose. Her amber eyes darkened in a mix of anger and pain. She watched in satisfaction as blood dripped from a gash on the wolf’s head.
When he dropped into the shadows, she let out a breath that she had unknowingly held. The sight of blood trickling down the wolf’s head, staining his fur, and pooling on the ground was disarming. It made her thirsty. She wanted this blood. Too bad there was most likely another of these giant creatures near. She’d have to sustain herself.
Despite the tantalizing sight of blood, she managed to keep her head on. She became alert when she heard the sound of paws again. Her muscles tensed, and she stood, ready to defend herself. The scent hit me just after the sound. It was overwhelming. She gagged, once again scrunching her nose. These animals had a really disgusting smell, she acknowledged.
This one was larger. Amazing. How big did these animals get, damnit? She returned his snarl; though she didn’t return the deep-seated hate she could read in his eyes. What had she done that these animals thought it was okay to attempt to kill her?
When he jumped at her, she screamed, a mixture of shock and pain. The force of the larger body knocked her down, but as soon as she could see straight, she clambered back onto her feet. She glared at the wolf; his paw had caught her, and had left some nasty looking scratches. No blood though, everyone knew that vampire’s don’t bleed. Her skin would soon heal over these scratches, and turn into mere memories.
Stupid animals. Should she fight back, or leave? It seemed like they were protecting something, not letting her past a certain point. Still, she only had a vague idea where the Cullen’s house was, and she knew it was near here. So, whether they wanted her too or not, she was going to continue her trip. Which left one option. Fighting back. She knew that if another one came, she’d have to leave. But at the moment, it was just the two, and one was off licking his wounds.
She grinned wickedly at the animal, and once again threw herself against the larger animal. Would it help to attack the legs of this one? No matter, she realised, as her body slammed into the side of the wolf’s. She hadn’t realised how warm they were, compared to her ice-cold body. It was like fire.
And she didn't particularly enjoy fire.
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Post by swivelcanines on May 2, 2008 16:39:24 GMT -5
Paul’s head was spinning and as he tried to regain his balance he realized how injured he really was, more than he had originally thought at the time of her attack. He could heal supernaturally fast but in the presence of the leech, all his energy turned into hate for her, it was slow going. He knew walking and joining the battle would only pro-long the healing process but couldn’t help himself. God forbid he let Jake take her all on his own; he was definitely the strongest of the pack but a vampire was a vampire. If he got hurt like he had during the newborn fight Paul would never forgive himself for sitting on the sidelines, licking his wounds instead of helping.
He was tempted to give Jake a brief summary of what had happened so far but Jake seemed just as furious as he was, maybe even more, and he didn’t want to distract him. Instead he launched himself onto her side as she tackled Jake to the ground. It was comical how much larger they were than her and Paul snarled wickedly, assured of their victory. With Jake it would only be too easy to double-team her.
His large jaws caught one of her arms and yanked back violently, growling, looking almost like a dog (fucking dog comparisons) tugging at the chew-toy their owner was teasing them with. His sharp nails dug into the soft Earth, scarring it as he centered himself, not eager to be pushed aside so easily again. This fucking bitch was not going to walk away without a few bruises…scratches…whatever.
To make matters even more difficult the sky chose right then to release its contents onto the La Push forest. The rain came down light at first but after just a moment fell more steadily. He was thankful, though it wouldn’t exactly be an asset in a fight. If his head wound healed over with dirt in it he’d have to re-open it, and he really didn’t like that idea. Getting hurt was one thing, intentionally cutting yourself open seemed ridiculous and unnecessarily painful.
He looked over at Jake, the vampire’s arm still firm in his jaws, waiting for his directions on what to attack. Jake’s ideas and orders were practically parallel to Sam’s, being the natural-born alpha. Paul thought Sam was a great leader but always wondered why Jake hadn’t stepped up to the plate when he had first phased. Still, beta was better than nothing, and it ranked higher than Paul. Thus, Jake would be the one giving the orders and making the plan to bring her down, not Paul.
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Post by Evalena Williams on May 2, 2008 17:04:29 GMT -5
Having your arm in the mouth of the enemy isn’t exactly the most wonderful thing ever. She could feel his teeth around her arm, and she flinched. This wasn’t what she expected. Ideas of what to do ran through her head. She attempted to free herself, but his hold was quite strong. From here, she figured she could reach his shoulder.
Maybe if she could place just enough pressure, he’d let her go. But what to do than, wait for them to rip her to shreds? Running wasn’t really an option, not yet. She wouldn’t give up. They attacked first; they were going to get something for it.
She noticed how the one that had her in his hold looked at the other one, as if waiting for an order. So, that meant the other one was in control, right? Obviously.
She hoped this assumption was correct, because if she could get the more powerful of the two into submission, then it was problem solved. But first, she would have to get out of this hold.
She turned her body the small amount that she could in this position, and swung her arm (the one that wasn’t currently in the wolf’s mouth) to hit him on the shoulder. It wasn’t a powerful attack, but hopefully enough to get him to release her. He stood with most of his weight on one side of his body, to ease the load on his injured side, where she had hit him again.
Enough injuries on one side of his body would make him collapse. Hopefully.
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Post by Jacob Black on May 2, 2008 23:32:48 GMT -5
Growls emitted from deep within his chest, and he snapped his white teeth against one other in anger. The loud clicking noise that came from him was not only a warning, but a threat. A threat that said, 'if you touch me, I will bite your fucking head off', and unfortunately for the vampire, Jake was never one to go back on a threat. The way he looked at the small vampire and the way he stood showed even more how much he hated the disgusting creature.
He hadn't expected her to be able to hit him that hard, and he tumbled down onto the ground. He pressed both of his back legs against her chest and pushed her off of him. When the rain began pouring down, it soaked into his fur and weighed him down a little, and the water washed away the small amount of blood that ran down his side after the vampire had attacked him.
Jacob glanced at Paul, and a small smirk found its way onto his lips. He lunged at the vampire again, only this time he was going for her other arm. His teeth snapped down onto the middle of her arm, and at that very moment he began pulling as hard as he could. Jake was going to pretend that he and Paul were playing tug-a-war, except this idiotic vampire was going to the the rope. If they both pulled as hard as they could on her arm, both pulling in opposite directions, then her bones were bound to break or even shatter. And how could a vampire fight with no arms? Exactly, she couldn't. As he bit down on her arm and pulled in the opposite direction from Paul, he used his front legs to scratched at anything he could reach; her face, stomach, and legs. Inflicting pain was all he wanted, and he was pretty sure he was doing a good job of it at that very moment.
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Post by swivelcanines on May 3, 2008 10:54:40 GMT -5
The slowly accumulating mud made his giant paws slip across the ground, and he was forced to put more weight on his bad leg than he wanted. Shit. That was going to be a bitch to take care of later, but for right now Paul’s thoughts were a combination of passionate hate towards the bloodsucker and distantly keeping tabs on Jake’s thoughts, waiting for the command to pounce or do whatever Jake saw fit to do. He couldn’t see well; blood was dripping into one of his eyes and he was dizzy with his rage and adrenaline. Still, he was a wolf, and all his sense heightened would help in times specifically like these.
He growled but it was lighter than the previous ones; he was amused with Jake’s idea. Crouching, he pulled as hard as he could, the marble exterior of the vampire hurting his teeth as it scraped against them and burning his senses with her scent. Focused on tearing her apart so completely that she was unrecognizable afterwards, he kept his strained eyesight on the task at hand. Until she hit him in the shoulder.
It wasn’t a hard hit but enough to cripple him. His leg bent beneath him and he let out a high-pitched bark. Fuck, did that hurt. Quickly getting back into position, he grabbed her arm once again but it wasn’t as strong a grip and he wasn’t able to put much force behind it, as he couldn’t stand.
Every muscle in his body was tense, every fiber of his being ready to kill this piece of shit, but with another hit like the one she had just given him he’d be out of commission for the rest of the fight. He slipped to the side, pulling her arm up towards her head, angling his bad shoulder away from her so she couldn’t as easily reach it. His eyes went momentarily to his pack brother’s, and he sent a silent thought through their telepathic line of communication. She’s not a Cullen, right? So let’s fucking finish this shit.
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Post by Evalena Williams on May 3, 2008 17:17:16 GMT -5
Her breath grew slightly haggard as the larger wolf latched onto her arm. They were really trying to make this hard for her. They pulled in two separate directions, which caused her to slip slightly in the mud. Not that her falling would affect them in anyway, they were large enough to support her weight.
When the smaller one reacted to her, she smirked. He lost his footing, but soon recovered. His grip on her arm was weaker, and this was a blessing. It was weak enough that a sudden movement would free her from him. And then, she might (hopefully,) be able to get away from the larger one.
So much for sticking it out to the end. She was going to get out of there. As quick as possible. They were trying to rip her limb from limb. Pulling like she was a rope toy. This was not amusing.
Hoping her theory would hold out, she tugged her arm swiftly, putting as much force as she could on the movement. His teeth scraped all across her arm, leaving gashes that would be disgustingly bloody on a human. It was painful, but it was necessary. Pain caused her to flinch, distorting her beautiful face.
Okay. So that was one arm. She couldn’t use the same method for this one. The larger wolf’s teeth clamped around her arm, tightly, too tightly. Her only chance would be to find an area to harm him. She, being so small, was closest to the legs. Her arm was aching, protesting to each movement that she used to get closer to his legs. She finally wrapped her good arm around his foreleg, and then she pulled. Hopefully, he would let go. For good measure, she tried to pull her arm out of his mouth. After the damage she had just done to his leg, his grip on her arm was sure to slacken.
She pulled her arm out of his mouth, once again wincing when his teeth scraped her. She hoped he broke a few of them. It hurt, damnit. Once free, she realized she should leave. However, she knew she needed to get the better of at least one of them. She advanced to the smaller one, the one that she had pretty much beat to hell, and considered what she should do to it.
She figured doing another number on his leg would be satisfactory, if not exactly noble. But then again, if she injured another limb, it wouldn’t be fair. So she wrapped both her arms around his injured leg, almost as if hugging it, but the pulled on it until she heard the satisfying snap of bone. “Sorry for the damages, puppy,” She whispered sweetly, before turning and fleeing from the scene.
The tree's were still unfamiliar, but now the message they sent was no longer an inviting one of 'explore,' but a menacing one of 'stay away, we don't want you here.'
Goodness, that was close. She didn’t exactly want to die…
((Shit, that's three breaks on one leg. Man that's painful. The worst I've ever gotten is two breaks at the same time on one arm. And that was in a car accident. =/))
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