when the moon fell in love with the sun

Things were not going well. Deathbelle told her to take the pair while she kept the trio at bay. Iolaire was fairly certain that she couldn't kill the coyotes, but perhaps she could maim them and make them retreat. The sounds of battle rang in her ears and she tried to block it out. She needed to focus, but gods was she worried about Belle.

The first coyote rushed her and Iolaire leapt out of its way. As it skidded past, she turned and snapped at its haunches with small, sharp teeth. The taste of blood lay heavy on her tongue and she was surprised that she'd done some damage. Really, she expected to have bitten her own tongue instead, but it definitely wasn't her blood. As she turned to keep her eyes on the second coyote, it was already barrelling towards her, mouth open wide. Teeth snapped down, raking her muzzle and Iolaire screamed aloud. Not because of the pain, but because she was going to scar. She was going to be hideous. Jerking her face free, she lunged forward, snapping at the beasts face in turn.

She needed to keep eyes on both coyotes so she drew back, shaking her head. Flecks of blood spattered the ground around her and panic started to kick in. She was going to be ugly. If any sin clung to Iolaire, it was vanity. Green and gold eyes began to fill with tears. Fuck... she had no time for crying. Spinning, she lunged for one of the two canids. Teeth found flesh, ripping into the side of one's neck. She flung her head back and forth, tearing as much as she could. The coyote squealed in pain, jerked itself from her grip, and went tearing off into the night.