On the Warpath (Bear Hunt)
07-01-2013, 10:09 AM
Gargoyle let out a growl as Awaken tore past with his taunting words. He'd munch on the rookie's ears later - all in goodnatured fun of course. Truth be told, he rather liked the male. Awaken reminded Gargoyle of himself - which was both and endearing and terrifying thought. Oh well, they could braid eachother's tails later, this was do or die time. Gargoyle narrowly avoided getting clocked by a swinging paw, but the long claws managed to give his chest fur a good shave. Gargoyle didnt' wait for a heartbeat - he snapped at the paw as it went past, drawing blood - and then ducked in and went for the tender legs. Out of the corner of his golden lamps he could see his braves, each of them as brave as lions, charging, biting snapping, all attacking in defiance of the huge monster. But Gargoyle, when going for a snap at the beast's face, took a blow to the head and went sprawling back up the moutnain - head over heels. He was out of the fight just long enough to see Midnight go down and know that he would be unable to get to her in time. His heart raced, his eyes bulged, his fangs gleamed. He didn't care! Ignoring the trail of blood now streaming down his face, he leapt to his paws. But that was when the moutnain of honey-gold bear raced past him. "Move it!" he heard Zanire bellow. And the next second the two bears were colliding again - this time much closer to the ledge and steep slope of frail rock and snow below. Gargoyle rushed to Midnight's side, his gaze searching her for wounds. He was thankful to Zanire of course, but she was a bear - she could take care of herself for the moment. His packmate came first. She was the one he'd half carried, half walked in from the border when she'd been slashed by that bear the first time. He'd kept an eye on her recovery, and now he'd asked her to get involved in tracking that empty-eyed creature down. "Midnight! Midnight, are you alright? Stay with me!" His tones were far from the strained, heartfelt ones that might be expected in such a situation, and truth be told, his instincts reguarding healing were summed up in "Slap some mud on it and git to your paws, you'll be fine." But he was worried and he'd be damned before he let the fae get herself killed on his watch. He heard the scrambling of rocks, the roaring of the bears. "Awaken - check Zanire-!" the Chief began, but it wasn't neccisary, the rookie was already going. That done, Gargoyle turned his attention back on Midnight. "We're gonna get you a healer, you'll be fine." |
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