Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

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 as forged from hell as the slavering bear was, he could not maintain his horrific onslaught forever. with senses dulled by a furious kind of adrenaline, the lumbering beast took damage and doled it out in equally furious measure.

a dog darted to him, and he watched as she was flung aside with a sickening kind of triumph. another dog came, another pain - he reared back as thuringwethil (14) flanked him and her teeth found loose folds along his shoulder but did not maintain hold -- he brought back a paw to snuffle the very life out from her black skull - a thunderous, sweeping blow with claws aimed to simply obliterate.

yet it is not the dark leader that the beast set his true sights on. he knew enough of wolves to know they were tenaciously protective of their felled wolves - with one out, they would either pull back to save her, or hope the bear would gather his good wits and leave. the bear had no good wits. the bear had every intention of killing all of them that day.

he landed after his assault to thuringwethil and another dog (branwen - 18) darted towards him; she was too slow and if she made any contact, he hardly noticed at all. he snarled and flung his head towards her, a fury of massive fangs and loose saliva - jaws aimed to clasp whatever they could and fling the dog clear out of the copse.

next to come was dio (5), who sailed in with fangs bared in the exact manner shardik often impersonated. the dog's teeth did not miss; with a shriek of pain shardik found his paw was suddenly connected to a mouthful of sharp teeth that sunk deep. he half-reared upward and flung his afflicted hand in a wild arc, to both rid it of its assailant and unbalance the cur beneath him. he was tiring, and that dull sensation had turned to outright mania -- with a swipe of his unafflicted hand he attempted to strike dio down with the very same blow that had knocked his red packmate down.

limping, snarling, and full of unusually vile humor, shardik turned his doleful eyes on the last two wolves - armor (19) had closed the gap and lunged for him, yet in the beast's movements had managed to miss. the last, and the very first dog shardik had set his hateful eyes upon, had come for him whilst his attention had been distracted. bloodied and feeling evermore the sense of despair, the bear swung another scything attack in her direction just as her teeth snagged his tattered forearm.

a belligerent bellow sounded from deep in the forge of the bear's throat - and with purpose to his limping movement he made motion to turn and pounce on the felled she-wolf -- unless the dogs hastily flanked to their comrade and pulled her from reach, or departed. he wished to take everything from them; hope, joy, life -- but he knew in his present state should they turn he would be in no condition to chase them beyond the borders of his grim halls.