It was fucking cold. The thought repeated itself in her mind every day and every night when her body didn't shut itself down from the exhaustion of surviving another day. Her large body was excruciatingly thin and her pelt was dry and patchy, skin red and numb where the fur didn't cover her. She had lost her son and couldn't get him back, that was another thought that tortured her and kept her in the state of hopelessness and depression that kept her from returning to Easthollow. She was a broken mess and a failure at motherhood.
Yet for some reason she pushed on,willing her failing body to continue. She ate pinecones and whatever berries she could find, occasionally finding a carcass to pick at or killing a mouse or two that had come up from beneath the snow. Now the faint trickle of water drew her to the creek and she strode forward barely bothering to stop at the sight of another wolf there. Having enough decency to chuff to announce herself she stood a few feet away from him and lowered her muzzle to drink. She drank until the cold water filled her empty stomach and the lifted her muzzle. At that moment the breeze shifted and blew that disgusting scent to her nose. "You're one of them!" She growled her fur instantly rising along her bony spine. "Baby thieving disgusting pack" she spat and without a second thought she launched herself at him,jaws parted with an enraged and maddened snarl. If she could she would tackle him down,but she was thin and weak and malnourished so ....it wasn't likely.
His well fed form crashed into her own and the breathe rushed from her lungs in a loud and raspy wheeze. Easily she fell backwards from the force, ungainly on her paws due to her frail state. As his jaws snapped at her face she ducked her head, preferring not to lose an eye or two during the winter. His snarls furthered her rage and it occurred to her for a moment that he wasn't that old, still a pup himself yet. Normally she wouldn't attack a youth but that scent and her missing baby, and her broken mind led her not to care. Thrashing away a few feet she glared at him and spat again, her lungs rattling in a sickly way as she fought to draw air into them.
Once more she leaped forward,rearing up onto her hind limbs and attempting to drag her claws across his face, but already her hind legs trembled and gave and the attack failed on its own as she collapsed to the snow onto her back,hind legs in the air near his face.
feel free to pp the agreed wounds, also feel free to give her some scars and stuff so long as she isn't crippled and can return to Easthollow
Illecebra understood as soon as she felt her back hit the ground that she had fucked up. With her ill body her previous fighting prowess was gone, she had been a fool to think she could take on a well fed pack wolf. When his jaws latched around her tail she snarled and attempted to batter his face with her hind claws, but was thwarted as he dragged her around like a limp squirrel. Her lower body thrashed around limply and all she could do was shriek with horror and pain, struggling weakly against the painful hold. just as quickly as he had held on suddenly there was an absence at her rear end and she crawled away. In the agony induced adrenaline rush it took a startled gasp behind her to realize it was gone. Her tail was simply [i] gone[\i] ripped off a few inches from the spine and spitting blood all over the pure white snow.
Horror crept over her face as she simply stared,forgetting the boy as her mind slowly seeped with dawning terror. She turned wide golden eyes toward the boy and flattened her ears, her snarls now defensive and frightened as she slowly crept backwards. "I'm d..done. please..let me go I'll never bother blackfeather again" she whispered the plea in a cold voice but it trembled and quaked pathetically. The stench of her blood was alarming but she couldn't feel her wound, there was no pain there.
As he refused her plea and approached she froze with terror,her muscles locking up and causing her to stiffen. She kept her eyes on his, not cowardly enough to look away from the one who was giving her a beating, it was the only defiance she could muster at this point.
But as he pushed her down and she felt his fangs Pierce her ear, she snapped. All courage and defiance left her system quite literally as she urinated in fear, the sharp agonizing burning of her ear being ripped off what caused the embarrassing accident. Shrieking with agony she scampered off as he let her up, blood cascading down her white mask and into her eye which she squinted shut against the fluid. Whining and shaking she didn't even bother to hear him finish his sentence but took off like a bolt of lightning leaving behind a trail of blood and piss.
feel free to post again and archive! Or just archive. Thank you for this!
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No worries, thanks for the thread! Will archive this now :) I feel bad for hurting Cebra, awee.
He did little to halt her shaky movements, watching the woman as she scittered and took off without a word - her silence, aside from the shriek, was not untimately a surprise. It was clear the Svartell had shaken her up terribly - though he could not say he cared. Rather, he found a great deal of amusement in the fact that he, a youngster a good few years younger than the mother, had beaten her up and caused such fear to spark in the wolfess' heart.
The urine that had swiftly left the stranger made him wrinkle his nose in slight disgust, but he had seen worse. It was not, perhaps, the stench that grossed him so, more the cowardly way in which she had accepted defeat and submitted after only a smidge of pain. Though he could not say he had felt the tearing of his own tail, but still his arrogance remained. Aries, too, supposed he would rather they submit so simply than put up a fight stronger than he could match, but clear it was that this was his pride talking.
He watched, eyes sparkling in the darkness, as her figure disappeared from sight and it was then, with a smirk upon his face, that the boy took his leave. Back to Blackfeather he would slink.