TRASHED AND SCATTERED [M]
08-29-2013, 05:44 PM
Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me
Gargoyle was growling now as the first flash of ivory glinted in the moonlight. His teeth snapped with the sound of a small gunshot, gaining nothing for that heartbeat. The brat went for Gargoyle's scruff. It was scarred and useless enough - Gargoyle didn't bother to try to pull away just to save a bit of flesh and fur. He didn't even feel Creedance rip away a bit of his skin - he was too focused on his own attack. The white wolf was quick to counter the snap towards his head, but he made no attempt to prepare to dodge the blow that was Garogyle's charge. The part-doberman's massive chest hit at him full on. And all the while those tawny jaws were again seeking the neck that was now left so vunrable and open. As Gargoyle carried forward - taking them both to the brink - he didn't even stop to think. A fear or even a care of death didn't enter the equasion. That was just how Gargoyle was raised and trained to fight. Particularly when it came to such monsters as this. Gargoyle's paws pushed with all their might against the stone beneath him - his full weight was into the run and his full might into that grip that he sought to latch upon the brat's neck. Whatever threats and hate boiled beneath Gargoyle's skin, all of it's energy was sent into his movements, he wasted down on shouted words, twisted expressions and hellish roars. He was far too experienced for that. He didn't need to make a show to prove that he was the better warrior. And truly it wasn't any sort of pride thing. This was about Asheni. This was about justice. This was about ridding the world of dangerous brat. It was one monster taking out another. Killer tangled with killer... And the air opened up beneath them both... GARGOYLE
41 inches of doberman & timber wolf been just about everything but a saint |
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