Wolf RPG

A field killed off by the cold leads to the base of an odd looking moutain. Though, as the silver wolf trots closer, she doesn't believe that it is an ordinary mountain. The top of it is flat, looking as if a bird's wing may have sheard off the top. What a strange sight,Rain mused, stopping at the bottom.

Archin her neck back, she tilts her head to the side while glancing up. The slope of this strange mountain goes up at a very steep angle, making the possibility of climbing quite a difficult feat. She wonders if anyone has ever managed to make it to the top, but doubts that there is any chance of that. If she could find anyone with knowledge of this mountain, then that would satisfy her.

Peregrine fed on the leftovers from yesterday's hunt, though he stopped short of stuffing himself to the gills again. With a full belly, he roamed to the borders to start a patrol. Before he could even get it underway, he spotted a wolf far too close to the mountain's base.

His tail lashed into the air and he began galloping toward her, lips wrinkling back in a snarl. The dark Alpha didn't bother with words or warnings. He charged at her, intent on grabbing her and killing her for her crime of trespassing.

Suddenly, the sound of someone's paws thundering on the ground reaches her ears. Rain turns from studying the mysterious mountain to spot a raging ball of black fur flying towards her. Taking a few steps back, she watches the wolf with her body held stiffly. I guess this is one of the more territorial packs, she observes.

She waits for the wolf, intent on explaining her reasons for being here. Of course, if this wolf is not so eager to hear her out, then she will happily oblige to move far from the area. Perhaps I should have made my presence know first.

When she belives the wolf is close enough to hear her she calls out, "I'm here to talk!" And holds her ground.

Save for another wrathful snarl, he ignored her words. He didn't care why she was here or what she hoped to achieve. She was a trespasser and she would be punished savagely for her total lack of respect for the natural law.

Peregrine's teeth flashed as he closed the distance between them and leaped forward, aiming directly for the stranger's throat. He wasn't playing around. If he managed to catch her in his jaws, he would happily execute her.

The black foe doesn't slow as Rain calls out to him and she realizes that she is going to end up fighting this wolf. She has been lucky to come this far without running into vicious wolves, it's not too surprising that she has finally come nose to nose with one. This being his territory, she will be fighting to escape with her life rather than try to win.

When the black male leaps at her, Rain lowers herself to the ground. Sharp teeth close down on her back causing her to cry out. She jumps up, twisting to try and loosen his grip and sink her own fangs into him.

She didn't even attempt to flee. Instead, she retaliated, which only served to amp up Peregrine's desire to kill her for her gall. But a bite to the flesh of her back was hardly a deadly blow, so nearly as soon as his fangs sank into her, the dark Alpha unlatched and stepped backward. This gave the interloper the perfect chance to graze his right foreleg with her teeth, leaving a superficial but stinging wound there.

"I'm going to kill you for that, you moronic bitch," he hissed, snapping his jaws and once more aiming for her throat. She could twist, turn and attempt to thwart him all she wanted. She couldn't avoid a fatal stroke forever, though, and her only bet for survival was to run away... which she showed no sign of doing.

A threat, it was nothing this wolf will be able to follow through with. She will make sure to escape before that comes about. He aims for her throat and she rears up so that he catches her on the chest. Though, as she falls backward from the impact, she realizes that she should have tried dodging.

Too late to change tactics now, she reaches down with gaping jaws to try to latch onto the male's exposed neck. She can understand this black demons furry for her on his territory, she would be the same but only if that wolf posed a threat or had intentions to continue to set foot on her territory. She would rather hear a wolf out before making a severe judgement, but that is her own personal preference.

She feels bad for fighting back because he is in the right, but she will not run with her tail between her legs like some cowardly pup at the first sign of danger. She will give a few good attacks to show this male she is not afraid before she will turn and run.

She reared onto her hind legs so his muzzle struck her chest. Although it still wasn't his intended target, he applied as much pressure as he could to do as much damage as possible. Gravity eventually tore her from his grip and she tumbled to the ground, only to leap up a moment later, catlike, and dive for his throat.

He swiftly flicked his head, managing to sidestep her attack even as his neck bones creaked in protest. "If you don't run now, you're going to die," Peregrine hissed, swinging back to face her. If she was trying to prove something by standing her ground on his territory, she was failing absolutely. He wasn't impressed at all. In fact, she was perhaps the stubbornest, dumbest wolf he'd dealt with in his four years. "You do realize that, don't you, you stupid cunt?"

Before the last word left his mouth, he made his third attempt to grab her by the throat and throttle the life out of her. The world would be better off without such idiotic and arrogant wolves like her. He would be doing the local gene pools a great service once he succeeded in terminating her life.

She stays quiet as he tells her again that he will kill her, not believing she will actually give him the chance too. But then he lunges for her neck once more, and to her dismay, faster than she can move to dodge the assult.

The feeling of fangs clamp around her neck and instead of panicking, she tosses her body weight down and rolls. The damage this will cause her may turn out to be a bit severe, but it is better than having her neck snapped. I really should try to run from this, she tells herself.

He knew satisfaction when his jaws wrapped around her neck like a steel bear trap. Before Peregrine could administer any pressure, she stopped, dropped and rolled. This took him by surprise. He managed to maintain his grip (mostly), though it strained his neck badly. He would be stiff and sore for days to come.

He eventually went down with her, relaxing his muscles and letting her drag him. He hoped to crush her windpipe and severe her jugular in one fell swoop, though to his dismay, he found she had partially wrenched loose. Peregrine could not hope to severe anything now. To do that, he would have to release her and attack again.

Unwilling to release his grip, he instead bit down as hard as he could, hoping to at least do significant damage. He would cling to her like a bulldog, hoping to slowly but surely throttle the life from her.

When she rolled her enemy went limp, but still manages clings to her. His teeth has shreaded her neck and she can feel the warm flow of blood running down her chest. He bites down harder causing her to squeal loudly. I hope he drowns in my blood, she thinks, irritated that he won't let go.

She tries to get to her paws, but finds it difficult with the black's dead weight, so using her front paws she pushes on his head and hopes a claw finds a soft and squishy eye ball.

Finding herself unable to shake off the predator latched to her throat, the she-wolf resorted to flailing at him with her forepaws. Peregrine squeezed his eyes shut to avoid having them poked, though her claws still scraped over his brows, eyelids and cheeks. She would certainly leave marks, though it was nothing he couldn't handle... and certainly it wasn't worth relinquishing his grip.

The blows continued to rain down and Peregrine growled thickly but maintained his death grip. He would hold on until the end.

Try as she might to rid herself of the angry male, she cannot tear herself free. Rain's own anger slowly rises and she lashes out with her back paws along the blacks side as hard as she can. If he doesn't let go now she doesnt know what she'll do. Hope for a bit of luck, she thinks.

Somehow, she twisted herself into a position where she could begin scrabbling at him with her hind feet. Peregrine arched his back to keep his belly out of reach, yet it wasn't quite far enough and it put strain on his already aching neck. Although he clung to her tenaciously, he could feel her claws raking again and again over the tender tissue of his belly. If this continued, she might leave him with a torn, infected belly at best and, at worst, she might successfully disembowel him.

With a wrathful snarl, Peregrine gave her throat a violent shake, hoping to rip, tear and do as much damage as possible. Then he let go with a quiet gasp of breath and stepped back, saliva dripping from his bared fangs. He could have renewed his attack in an instant, yet for the moment, he stood over her, aware that he had every advantage at the moment. He could stand here and watch her die slowly or, at some point, hasten the process. It was entirely up to him, or so he felt.

Freed and severely injured, Rain doesn't take pause to wonder why the black wolf stands watching her, instead she jumps up and high tails it out of the area. If anything she has learned not to come snooping around this pack again and will warn her own pack of the danger for those who do not know.

Hoping she doesn't bleed to death, Rain wishes that she had dragged Mallaidh with her. I really need to learn how to treat wounds for when the healer isn't around, she thinks. Nothing I can do about that now. She doesn't look back to see if the male follows. He didn't have to follow close behind if he wanted to find her. All he would have to do is trace the blood trail dripping from her neck.

The trespasser leaped to her feet with surprising speed and was hightailing it away from the caldera before Peregrine could blink. With a snarl of surprise, he took off after her, though he found the pounding of his paws exacerbated the pain in his neck to almost unbearable levels. Add to that the angry scratches on his underbelly, which similarly protested with movement, and the Alpha didn't run for long at all.

He watched her until she disappeared in the distance. His lip curled. He was upset that she'd thwarted him and escaped, yet at least he'd still taught her a lesson. Hopefully she would die of her injuries somewhere in the wilderness and Peregrine wouldn't have to worry about her one day producing more idiots like herself.

With a snort, the Alpha male turned and trotted back to the mountain's base. He was tempted to climb up to the caldera's rim and rest in the den. But there was still a patrol to start and finish. Walking slowly to avoid jarring his fresh injuries, he began to stalk his borderlands.