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Post by Terraformer on Nov 12, 2004 20:04:36 GMT -4
A cold wind blew across through the forest, the leaves decomposing under the 2" of snow that covers the earth, afew sprouts of green grass erupting from the white sheet of death that fills the area for miles. Tree's bleak, deviod of their usual lush green leaves, the winter in full swing and only the toughest animals surviving this harsh year. The sun burning brightly above, blinding a heard of grazing on what small clumps of grass they can find in between the sparse forest of tree's animals hibernating under in burrows under the snow. The darkens as gray clouds move over quickly, blocking the sun out, shadows forming in places where light once was.
The deer raise their heads in alarm, a crunch was heard in the snow not too far from them, their knee's bend ready to run, ear's perked and beady eyes staring, eyeing up every difference in their environment, any changes. Nothing, then a rabbit hops out from the undergrowth sniffing for a moment before hopping back out of sight, It startles the older members of the herd before they relax. the deers seem to calm slightly lowering their heads back to graze, A small cloud of vapour emerges from a shadow, The deer havent spotted him, he holds his breath unsheathing his knife slowly, the silver blade slightly glinting, catching the eye of the deer, who are still slightly edgy and raise themselves in a self preservent fear, turning to sprint. He re-sheaths the blade hoping they dont attempt an escape, it fails. A roar echoes around the forest as the undergrowth burst open, snow and branches flooding through the air, shrouding the beast as it darts towards the herd, the soft pure white snow crushing under its weight, huge paw prints being left in its wake, a growl pouring from its throat like water from a waterfall as it bounds through the tree's. ducking to avoid low branches as it charges at its prey, His white fur with black stripes camouflaging him against the snow and the dark bark of the tree's confusing the herd.
The herd turn to run their long nimble legs racing like pistons as they bound away in terror from their predetor, which quickly gains on them. The predetor growls deeper as he leans forward, his arms acting as front legs giving him extra speed, the cold air freezing his eyeballs as the cold air blows in his face, breaths of air few and far between as he bounds, spindle finger-like branches whipping at him as he charges, the deer getting ever closer. He roars again, the bellow echoing around the forest, his eyes judge the distance between him the closest dear, a brown streak of speed against the backdrop of the tree's, He smiles inside his head as he increases his pace, bounding and leaping as he tears through the forest, gaining on the deer with immense speed, before overtaking the trailing deer, edging sideways into the herd before taking his final leap, this split second will prove if his skills are prefected yet. The bulk of his body crashes into the side of a large male, knocking it off balance, sending it tumbling through the snow crashing into a nearby oakwith a heavy thud, a shower of purest snow erupting as the deer impacts, jolting free a large clump of snow which tumbles earthwards onto the panicking animal, burrying it alive under a heap of the frozen water. He skid to a halt throwing up snow from his rear paws, staring through the streaks of brown which dart past him, ducking and dodging to escape his powerful paws, each tipped with a hidden razer sharp claw. He stands up slowly, his muscular body unfolding, his fur flowing in the icey wind, his eyes almost closed as the snowflakes gush past him. He moves slowly towards his prey, staring down at the heap of snow.
We can now see the predetor, It gives the appearence of a Siberian Tiger, but it walks on its hind legs like a human,its body heavily muscled and covered with white fur, black and brown streaks tearing through the snow-white fur like battle scars.He stands about 9'4" tall, his tail almost the same length again, gentley swaying behind him as he pads across the ground, his forelegs seem to have evolved to be as nimble as usefull as a humans arms, hthe paws almost give the impression of hands, a thumb has evolved giving him even greater use of his paws. A small brown leather belt is buckled around its waist with a piece of snow-white cloth dangling from the front of the it, Strapped to his side is a large knife, sheathed in brown leather, the wooden handle wrapped tightly with the same leather as the sheath. On his fore-arms are leather bands, all bearing markings in black ink, his upper arms have leather bands which wrap abound his biceps, hugging the skin tightly. His eyes, hidden behind a frown are sky blue, giving a gentle appearence to this otherwise savage looking beast.
He moves closer to his target which has barely broken free of the mound of snow covering it, bleating with fear as the tigers shadow floods over it, its eyes glazed over as it tries to stand, with ribs broken and a boe sticking out of its knee it tumbles to the ground, blood staining snow around it. The tiger bends down beside it, kneeling softly, the snow crunching under its tremendous bulk, he leans over the terrified animal and places his paw softly on its head, pushing it to the ground, his thumb shutting the eye that is staring at him, he shits his weight, placing his knee on the deers side, pinning it to the ground, moving his spare hand towrds his belt, unsheathing his blade which glides effortlessly from the sheath, the blade glistning in the light. He looks arund for a moment, turning his head towards the sky, his whiskersbending in the breeze, before he takes a deep breath, letting one final roar, before bringing the knife down to rest in the deers side, sliding between its ribs and into its heart. Droplets of blood flodding the air around him, stainging his fur and the snow, melting it as it hits.He can feel the deers breath stop as suddenly as its heartbeat. He purrs softly as he lifts his weight, standing as he stares down on the creature, laying motionless on the ground infront of him, he shakes his head slowly, before grasping its hind legs in his right arm, heaving it over his sholder, before turning to glance behind him at the herd, staring at him, mourning their loss. He sighs as he turns away, walking slowly back to his tribe, deeper in the forest around him.
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 14, 2004 12:42:15 GMT -4
A massive Wolfen lay sprawled out upon a cluster of rocks, her long tresses of fur moved in waves as the wind hit them, a long plumed tail wrapped around the waist, the bode had several bandages wrapped around it, obviously from a brawl not too long ago. Her claws were extended and the sound of them grinding against the stone caused the creature to shudder, but continued to sharpen them anyway (not as if they needed it). A serene look was displayed across the mug of the wolfen, golden eyes in slits as she thought of her Coterie, they were just South of the woods and were still celebrating (It had been a little over a month)from when they sent a cub away with a Guardian, she had chosen Daine to be the Guardian this time, knowing he was more than capable of such a task and the cub was lucky, for Daine was wise as well as strong. She only hoped that the cub wouldn’t come back and attempt what she had, this arose a thought in her. The training should have never stopped, a grin peeled her lips up over her fangs, she wouldn’t stop training, no. There was always more to learn and to think there wasn’t, well that was ignorance. As the Alphess outstretched her arms, her claws planted themselves into the frozen earth and she tugged herself forward, nose bumping into the frozen brook, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and lapped up a small puddle of water and when she was finished she stood up on her hind legs, standing to her full height, (six feet and five inches); her tongue cleansed around her maw and her ears were held back, taking in the surrounding sounds.
The Wolfen stretched, her eyes wincing as she growled softly, the skin around the wounds tugging. One of her claws pulled the bandage up to its proper place, blood staining the fresh bandages already. The pain stung her greatly, though she would not let it interfere with her movement. Another growl emitted from her as she leapt atop of a large boulder, crouching upon it, golden eyes surveying the lands and her ears swiveled as they took in the sounds. Tarnished whiskers bounced in the breeze as it wisped around her form, human-like hands placed themselves upon the boulder, ears perked straight up as a roar entered them, eyes widening then narrowing, catching a glimpse of a figure. A growl emitted from her as she leapt from the boulder, to another’s side, bouncing off of it. Her right hand grabbing a hold of a thin tree and her right foot slid along it’s smooth trunk, talons piercing it and slowing her velocity, then she came to the bottom where she sprung off and darted through the dark woods. She sprinted, gliding over fallen trees with ease then she lowered herself to all fours, hunched over awkwardly, but covering more ground, massive prints were made as she tread over the land, and her scent was left with them.
As another roar echoed in the air her ears pinned back against her skull and her plumed tail raised, growls rumbling in her larynx, once again her right hand was extended, gripping upon a trunk once more, this time she scaled a tree, claws aiding her in the climbing, getting a better view. Luckily she was down wind and all the scents flowed into her nostrils, the sweet smell of blood, a kill. However, she suppressed that urge and narrowed her eyes to gaze upon the large figure. It was obvious it was of Tiger, she scoffed and lowered herself slowly, paw after paw. The wind shifted again and blew the long braided tresses into face as well as other scents her way, there were more? She had never seen them before. Not in this are, nor the training grounds. The massive fem’ dipped down, lowering herself to crawl under some brush and as she slipped from under the brush she stood up right once more, trailing behind the great feline, eyes fixated on his kill. She laughed on the inside and slipped behind a tree, claws dragging along, cutting through the bark with ease. She twisted and rolled along the back of the tree.
“Do you always hunt this loud?”<br> She blurted out, snidely. She was clad in nothing, as usual, her long fur covered her vitals as did some of the bandages. She extended her claws and walked forward, her claw dragging into the deer’s corpse, taking a large chunk from it. Mm’s came from her as she placed it in her mouth, fresh kill, always nice.
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Post by Terraformer on Dec 31, 2004 12:08:10 GMT -4
The hunter gazes around slowly, footsteps crunching down in the snow some distance downwind, he supresses his growl as his nose cannot yet pick out the scent of the creature, his mind assumes it was Arneyett, a snow white female whom he was hunting with, she held exeptional skills as a hunter, almost on par with his natural talents, although of recent she was handicapped alittle, the reason of which i will tell you later. He shrugs as he turns, slowly walking back towards the village, his tribe waiting for the meal, as times are growing hard in the En-Ru village, the bad winter has made even the strongest deer take refuge in warmer climates. few have stayed to fuel the food cycle. His sky blue eyes are masked behind a mist of steam billowing from his nostrells like smoke from those of a dragons. Strong and adjusted to the climate as he is he'd been sat in the same position for days, his scent had been masked by the oils in the tree's, even a small ammount of sap from tree's deep in the forest could shroud a tiger-scent for weeks, a droplet on each paw would not affect his own sences, but hide him from those of say, a deer of moose. It was a technique he'd learned as a boy,His whole body ached from the cold, his patience was all but shattered until but he knew the deer were due to pass through, they never quite got the hang of avoiding him.
He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, almost wondering where Arneyett had got to, She was heavily pregnant and not much use as of recently, but she refused to rest, a true En-Ru, a race of Tigers that overcame every obstacle in their path, their race was one of the few Tiger of the north that's males changed with the seasons, they had the eyes of Hawks and the nose of a Bloodhound, they had the speed of a Cheetah and lightning fast reactions. When wars between Tigers and men were waged long ago it was they whom slain their enemies, the Tigers were stronger and faster, they had cut down those who saught to destroy them effortlessly. He stared around for Arneyett for a moment and assumed she'd gone on to prepair his butchering tools. He continues the long haul to the village. Ducking through tree's and dodging bushes, the world around him cold and bleak.
The wind breaks for a moment, the air still around him, he freezes again, sniffing the air with long deep breaths, thats no tiger scent, he ponders... Wolf odour. He's seen them around here occasionally, bickering amongst themselves, always keeping them in check to see where they hunted and if it would affect his tribes food sources. luckily a Wolf and a Tigers path had only crossed once, he knew it would only be a matter of time until he had to destroy another. Her voice pierces the silence, he blinks for a moment, wondering why she sounds different to the rest of her Pack. He'd heard their voices as he puzzled over them from a distance, they'd never seen him as a Tiger is almost invisible when they want to be,
"Only when pack hunting, each roar is a different command depending on the reactions of the prey," he remarks, feeling the corpse on his sholder drag allitle as he claw glides across it, A wave of anger flows through him like a stampeed as he turns, then his eyes fall down onto the creature, dwarfed by his massive bulk, If he'd been like his father he'd have destroyed her the second she'd laid paws on his kill, but he thought differently, he had more self control for one. "Why do you stray so far from your pack little wolf? And why are you so heavily bandaged? Why do you differer from the rest of your kind? why do you steal from my kill?" He puts off his anger until his questions are answered. His paw clenching around his kill, the other swaying in the breeze by his side, deers blood dripping from his fur like crimson rainfall. melting the snow as it cascades earthwards. His sky blue eyes never leaving the wolf.
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Post by Nymiane on Jan 30, 2005 21:53:55 GMT -4
IN the quiet wood, there stood a few of the clan members, their ears pricked forward, eyes laying intently upon the two figures in the distance. The wind shifted and brought a familiar and unfamiliar scent towards them, their orbs narrowed and one began to shift in the brush, silently. A massive paw gripped onto the forearm and a whisper set forth.
“Don’t. She can take care of herself, you know that.”<br> The smaller of the bunch nodded as he reclined upon his haunches, his tattered pieces of clothing wavering in the breeze. He grunted and lifted his head as he heard the faint, but heavy steps. Another came raising forward, his lips pulled up over his ivory canines as he spoke.
“Daine Iron-fang has returned, without the pup..”<br> The messenger fell to the ground with a thud and Daine stood, towering over the two. There was no need for an explanation, for there was always those who could not bear the burdens of the journey to adulthood. The Guardians were not at fault, it had always been a course of the twists of nature. Now, Daine’s eyes fell upon Lithia’s form, and his bode tensed up, his nose twitched and his orbs glassed over for a moment. Although she had beaten him, and justly, he would admit he was indeed bitter about the whole thing and yet an attraction stirred within him. He jerked his head to the side as he heard the others laugh and jest about bets they had made upon if the pup would make it or not. A low growl came from Daine and his talons extended as he gripped onto the two were joking the loudest.
“If it didn’t show weakness in the Coterie, I would kill you both..”
Daine’s ears flattened to his skull and his plumed tail wrapped around his waist, as he glared across the field, wondering why she was over there.. Speaking to one of them After all, he had seen one or two of the kind in the sacred hunting grounds of the Sinmark. It was they who caused the death of the pup, if they had left the grounds and the beasts within it, perhaps the pup would still be alive. A low growl came from him as he crouched down, his nostrils flaring, the fur upon his back raising. She was ‘his’, at least in his own thinking and he wondered to himself, as to why she ventured upon the others hunting territory, perhaps she got already gotten hint of trespassers upon their land. ‘Ignorance..’ He thought as he watched her, the death of her would be due to her confidence, it was a great thing and a curse. He growled and readied himself to leap forward, his lips curling back over his fangs, claws piercing through the frozen ground.
The massive she-wolf ran her tongue along her talons, licking them clean before her tongue dragged along her lips. Mm, she grinned and took a step back, steam arising from her form as she gazed up at the masculine form. On the inside she snickered, mocking the feline, and on the other hand, she kept her trap shut, she was brighter than that. Little? She scoffed and shook her head, the beads that were strung from her fur jangled. Soft and haunting laughter escaped her, her tongue caressing her mug once more before she spoke.
“Why are you so inquisitive?”<br> Lithia’s ebon eyes darted towards his, her stance loose and relaxed, paws held in the same fashion. Why was he so inquisitive? She chuckled to herself and pulled loose one of the bandages revealing the deep gash from Daine’s claws.
“A victory wound.”<br> She noted how tense the brute was and it fed her twisted ego somehow, he was obviously growing angered, that much she could sense. And to answer the question Daine had previously, she did know of the trespassing. A measly bite of this kill was hardly anything compared to the food sources stole from the Coterie, this thought made her growl lowly.
On the borderline of the brush, Daine’s eyes widened. She showed him the wound, what was she dense? He wished to leap out of the brush and not only wound Lithia, but the feline as well. Lithia was being foolish in showing him her wounds, showing weakness, he could easily use that against her. Did she not know this? Daine’s gaze shot to the left, of course she did, but why was she doing this? What was it proving? His ears perked forward as he heard Lithia’s voice.
“In answer to your other questions. I am of Declipse, they are of larger proportion than what the others are. I did not steal, I merely took a nibble. For your little minions have been stealing from my Coterie’s sacred grounds.”<br> She shook her head, her ears flattening against her skull as she glared up at him, anger causing the heat from her form to rise, her paws already melting away the ivory snow, greenery visible now. Low growls echoed in her frame as she bandaged her arm up once more.
“All I ask is that you keep your felines off of my grounds.”
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Post by Terraformer on Feb 4, 2005 17:05:01 GMT -4
Takes a deep breath, his body relaxing even more, his ears flicking for a moment as he hears a low rumbling growl in the distance, and he cant smell the thunder but he can smell another wolf, a wolf he has smelled before, the one he assumed to be the leader of the pack. The beeze flowing across his body, his fur waving like the long grass of the plains of the south, the plains where he hunted during the summer.
His sky blue eyes falling on her wounds, the deep lacerations on her body, and his eyebrows furrow. The males of his tribe were usually savage cratures who the females feared, as did the rest of the animals that he came into contact with. But Erubus was different, he had compassion for his fellow beast and only killed when it was necessary. He was a peace loving creature but had a temper as savage and destructive as an erupting volcano, but it took alot to wind him up. He was unusually shy and never lost the curiosity that most En-Ru grew out of as adolescents.
"Those wounds are quite daunting, have you had them looked at by your pack?"
He doesnt move from his laid back stance, the deer twitching on his sholder as the nerves finally die, the meat cooling slowly as the blood drips to the floor, His kill, from the deer on his land. He knew they had strayed far from the usual grounds but the snow masked the wolf scent, he assumed the land was neutral territory. He was weary of the creature, even though he knew he'd probably destroy her if she so much as chanced an attack on him, no doubt she'd be weary from her wounds. This, he would only do if he had no other alternative. Although, he did have the urge to kill her and give his tribe a decent feast of deer and wolf. He ignored it.
"The snow shrouded your musk, i didnt smell anything but the deer until the wind changed, I apologise if i caused any offense to your tribes beliefs, but these are the deer from my tribes territory and we had no choise but to hunt here and try to herd them back to our own land. As we speak there are 2 females moving them away, and we wont return"
He hears the growl again, it is much deeper than the one escape the she' wolfs, and again the scent flows into his nose as the wind gets up once more, he can work out the direction pretty clearly, and lifts his eyes to stare at the wolf in the distance, the calm spheres glaring at him, issuing a silent warning to stay away or face the consiquences.
"I assume your friend can hear me," he raises his spare arm, his feline esque fingers pointing straight at the wolf trying to keep out of view, "so i will again assure you that my word is as good as the day is long, we wont return here again unless it is to herd our animals back"
He stares once more at the wolf on the horizon, before turning away from the wolf, "sorry for any inconvinence" he whispers softly so only she can hear him, "if you need any aid with anything, its a few heliants north to our village, but dont bring him in the distance, he has a bad scent about him" and with that he turns to walk back to his village, taking his kill with him, the heavy thud of his feet echoing around the forset for a moment, the snow crunching under his huge muscular bulk.
The snow begins to fall again, huge flakes tumbling to the ground, almost masking him as he steps away slowly, his lips tightning as he lets loose a soft whistling tune.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 17, 2005 21:57:45 GMT -4
Daine rolled his shoulders as he slowly crept out of the shadows, his eyes transfixed upon the feline in the distance. The breeze whispered through his thick ebon fur, his stance somewhat awkward as he stood slouching, his body tense and ready to lunge. A deep breath was taken and his nostrils flared, soon white puffs of breath escaped his nostrils, his nose twitched as he took in the scent. A scent he had smelled before, it was indeed of the felines he had seen before.
Lithia’s ears perked back as she heard Daine’s deep breaths, her moonlit eyes slanted and shot to the side. Get back! Fool. Her mind shouted, but it was in vain, for it was impossible for him to hear her. As the felines eyes fell upon her, she shot her gaze towards him, her gaze softening , still keeping her hard gaze. The fem’s ears perked forward as he began to speak, her talon running along her bandage.
“It will be fine, I have tended to it myself..”<br> Her voice poured into the chilling air, breathing forming into spiraling clouds. The She-wolf’s nose twitched, nostrils widening as she continued taking in the new scents that covered the feline. Lithia’s ears perked straight forward, her eyes narrowing a bit as she sensed something awry about the Tigers aura. She lowered her head, but not in submission, she was not here to pick a fight, but if it blossomed into one, she would certainly put up a good fight. Daine’s massive hind paw took a step, the other following quickly, he paused in his step and stood there, his colossal paws dangling at his side, claws extended and ready to protrude and slice through flesh. His tongue cleansed the foam along his lips, he craved to kill as the feline did.
“Unfortunately a pup had to experience starvation and wither away..”<br> Lithia cocked her head to the side, braided locks with beads entwined within them swayed gently. Her eyes darted towards Daine who was not only jeopardizing himself now, but possibly Lithia as well. She jerked her head to the side, issuing a deep growl as her lips curl over her razor-sharp fangs.
“He dares not to interfere with my dealings.”<br> Daine took another step closer, the light hitting his coat, revealing his heavily bandaged form. There were several more bandages upon his form than what was on Lithia‘s. The bandages were coated in dried blood, he was obviously in a scrap, he narrowed his eyes and sent a nod to Lithia, a growl escaping him. Lithia![/I} He called out in his mind, his fingers curling into his palms as he clenched his fists.
Lithia glanced to the side, watching the Tiger part and fade into the mist that swept through the clearing. She turned her form about to gaze upon the nearing Daine, a growl emitted from her as she took a large leap, her feet moving at a quick pace and as she neared the male, she jumped him and pinned him down roughly.
“Fool! You could have endangered all of us!”<br> A deep and loud growl was set forth, her hot breath flowing down onto the snout of Daine, who was chuckling, his eyes averting the gaze of Lithia.
“You are one to speak, M’Lady.”<br> Daine’s voice left his dark lips in a low mordant tone, which he knew would get a rise out of her. However, Lithia just let him up and walked off, her plumed tail wrapping about her waist, leaving Daine behind, who was just standing there, his claws scratching the top of his head.
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Post by Terraformer on Jul 1, 2005 14:39:34 GMT -4
Erebus feels the wind begins to race past like a heard of flocking horses, the chill whisper of the earth filling his nose with the smell of the wolves behind him. Their odour teasing his senses like a fire being thrust into his face, their voices carrying along the air like a flock of geese in a late migration from the cold, swooping and soaring until they land to brood in his ears. The words the canines utter puzzle him for a moment, ‘A starving pup?’ he ponders, ‘Did they live on these deer too? My pride has hunted these for generations, and not one wolf has laid its paws on them. Surely they have meat to feast upon for themselves?’ He turns to look over his shoulder firstly at the small streaks of spilled blood from the deer scar the floor like ruptures in the white flesh of the earth, showing his trail, then to his foot prints, the softly thudding of his feet crushing the soft frozen ground below him. His crystal gaze then lifts to the grey smears in the haze, the snow almost hiding the dark figures of the wolves, now a good few yards behind him, the heavy flakes mingling with the settled snow and their bandages, giving the impression that the snow has sliced their body into pieces. He ceases his whistling and stops moving, silence floods into the world like a tidal wave as he stares through the snowfall. His huge bulk erect in the wind, his icy white fur dancing like short grass in a summer breeze, the black and brown stripes waving as if they were the branches of the tallest trees waving in front of a full moon. His left arm holding the limp deer on his shoulder, carrying its bulk like a soldier holds a wounded comrade to carry him to safety.
“Fool! You could have endangered all of us!” growls the female wolf.
A glance to the heavens shows what he figures; Dark grey clouds shroud the sky from horizon to horizon, while the winter tree’s dancing like skeletons in what little breeze, their leafless branches rubbing against each other like lovers embracing each other after a long separation. After its long exhalation, the lungs of the world pause and begin to slowly inhale, and the scents of the world become one of snow, the trees and the hibernating animals in the trees. The aroma of his kill flooding into his senses once more, casting the lust of blood over him once more. He shakes slowly, dislodging the snow, which cascades down his shoulders like an avalanche, before tumbling to the ground like a bird with an arrow in its chest, his white fur once again visible, the black and brown stripes searing across his chest like war-wounds. Scarlet droplets poisoning his pure fur with visibility. A grin plays on his face as he watches the wolves bickering between themselves, until a scream in the distance catches his attention; a glow between the trees steals his azure eyes from the wolves, ‘fire?’ he muses to himself, before the glow leaps into the air with the heavy crack of bent wood straightening itself out with extreme force. A low growl begins to fester in his throat, leaping out into the air as the fireball bursts through the canopy of the dead trees in a billow of steam and smoke, his eyes widen as he notes the floating inferno growing in size. His ears flicker as the noise crashes into his ears as if he were stood next to it, the heat searing the floor below it as it soars towards him, snow melting and evaporating, the flames illuminating the dead grass it leaves in its wake.
“Malankon!” he screams as he loosens his grip on the corpse dangling from his shoulder, dropping it to the ground with a heavy thus as the soft snow is crushed under its dead bulk, its limp head flopping to the ground as if the symbolise its surrender to death, its warmth dwindled as the snow chills its deceased limbs, the snow settling softly on its fur, which dances as the world exhales once more, its breath lunging through the trees as if trying to blow everything in its path into oblivion. The tiger bends his knees rapidly, exerting all his effort to straighten them, diving clear of the blast, the veins bulging in his skin as the muscles snap tight, launching him to safety. A growl flood from his lungs as he lands, his shoulder crashing to the ground as he rolls, spinning on onto his front paws, his tail jerking erect, spearing the sky like a mountain, a roar flooding from his lungs as his rage spews from his body as if it were an erupting volcano. The fireball crashing into the ground like a meteor, his deer right in the middle of the inferno, the fire consuming the snow in a huge cloud of steam, the smell of burning oil and flesh floods into his lungs as the heat streaks past him like a billion daggers all cutting at his skin, charring his fur and stinging his eyes. The murderous look in his eyes turns to glare at the direction the attack came from, and notices the same glinting in the trees before it rushes to meet the sky, but it doesn’t go in his direction this time, the smell fills his nose as it moves upwind, away from him and towards another target. The Wolves.
”WOLF!” MOVE!” he roars at the top of his lungs, the sound shattering the snowflakes before his face, their shards tumbling broken to the earth like dead autumn leaves.
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