Hideaway Strath Novae and Krynn

Such arrogance…

Krynn was ready and set into her position as the muzzle of her prey came into focus and then ears stretching into a tense body ready to wage a desperate skirmish. Novae coaxed out the Coyote with some genuine curiosity from Krynn having thought the lesser races of their realm such as that, lesser. However, these thoughts and musings pressed away as soon as her instincts poured over her body tensing like a coiled serpent and then lashing out from the brush onto the backside of her target.

It was almost as fast as lightning. How Krynn bolted as the shadow pup that she was into the air and down again. Her form rolled with the opposing canine melding into a wheel of brown and black fur misting out the metallic scent of blood. Krynn tasted her victory and latched on raking her head from left to right but then pushed off to gain ground. Quickly she fired back onto the dazed and confused Coyote landing another bite and the Coyote, this time, became more in tune enough to deliver a counter. Though to little use as Krynn’s pelt was thick enough to shake the ill struck assault.
Again, Krynn launched back breathing heavily staring the Coyote down. Those menacing eyes crept over the wounded animal in study noticing a heavy limp and a trickle of blood flowing down to the dirt. Krynn began to laugh and then turned away from both her sister and the Coyote growing increasingly mad with amusement. This had gone off so deliciously according to plan.
Once she neared the hidden burrow her paws began to dig out the entrance so that her form could snake within but her adversary became equally crazed though with panic. It tried to lung but fell short due to its injury. “Tapi’ dabar. J’us buti dujikri tave kukas mess vies ivtu’iea-“ Krynn chuckled, “Oh that’s right. You know not the language of the Gods…”

Her attention shifted to the burrow, slowly, as her ears physically homed in on the fragile squeaks of the innocent; of pups protected from sight. Krynn’s wolfish grin knew not how to be inviting as her lust for horror ravaged her own imagination as to what might come next. Those evil stricken eyes turned to her sister, Novae, one last time before she began to dig at the entrance once more.

“You cannot!” The feminine shreek from the Coyote could not detour Krynn’s attention. After all, mortals couldn’t shake the will of a God no more than the Sky command the Mountain to kneel…