Write To Me & Escape
08-31-2013, 08:43 PM
Black ears angled towards Aeil as she spoke, his gaze lingering on the calves she spoke of. He did notice the ones that strayed a little, but his eyes were on the few bulls that trotted around the females. They bawled and would occasionally rush at each other, obviously trying to show signs of dominance over one another. "I think we should use the distraction approach...I'll rush out and charge the bulls, and when they panic and run from an unexpected attack then you go for the closest lame calf. It's a strategy I've used before, and hasn't failed me yet." He turned away from her, angling his way closer to the older bovines and prepared to run out. He glanced at Aeil again, winking and flicking his tail as a signal for her to be ready.
He waited a few moments, then when one bull became too cocky and strayed too close he made his move. Dragon barreled through the bushes, a hideous snarl erupting from his throat as he rushed towards the bull. The creature stumbled in surprise, sliding and turning to avoid the sharp teeth that came at its face. Dragon was too fast, however, as he raced towards the bull and lunged at its face, grasping the nose with his teeth. He didn't stay there long, as the bull began to pick up speed and half dragged him, he was afraid that the bull would trample him if he let go. He extended his forelegs, preparing to touch ground as he released the bull and watched as the herd panicked and ran in a torrent of confusion. Calves bawled and cried for their mothers, others stumbled as they tried to evade the danger. He continued running, raising his tail like a flag signaling Aeil to make her move.
As a few of the calves began to lag behind, he noticed a couple mother cows and a bull try to make their way to the babies, but Dragon put himself into motion. He raced in their direction, barking and snarling to distract the creatures and keep them from reaching the straggling kids. He rushed and nipped, discouraging the horned mass from trying to get to the calves as it now focused on him. He easily dodged out of the way, now making a game out of the enraged bovines anger.
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