Get Off Of My God Damn Lawn

Artorias · 03-18-2021, 11:10 PM

Artorias didn't release the hyena from the lethal confines of his jaws until he felt the pitiful jerking of its legs finally stop and knew it was dead. He dropped the bloody corpse to the snow with a snarl, glancing past his shoulder to make sure Resin was still okay and watched while she tossed about a terrified hyena like a rag doll. Oh yeah, she was fine. So now he could just focus on... A stinging pain in his hind leg made Artorias yelp in surprise. A cursory glance back told him that was where that other hyena had gotten to. Thankfully, it was one of the smaller ones, but it was still a grim reminder for him to always watch his back.

Art snatched up his dropped sword and jabbed it back along the length of his body, stabbing the hyena in its eye and forcing it to release his leg with a yipe. It stumbled back in the snow, but the young wolf wasn't about to give it any quarter. He tossed his sword like a spear, the wooden weapon snagging between the hyena's gangly legs and causing it to topple to the ground. With a snarl, the boy was on top of his opponent, snapping jaws and swiping claws at any parts of his opponent he could reach. The hyena yowled in a panic and tried to scramble away, allowing Artorias an opening to catch it by its thigh and toss it across the clearing like it were a toy. The hyena tumbled across the snow until it came to a stop, then it scurried to its feet and fled as fast as it could. Fangs bared, Artorias considered running it down—but felt the sensation of being watched and reminded himself again of Resin's lessons of mercy toward a fleeing enemy. He snorted, breath forming a hot cloud in the cold air, and snarled after the three retreating hyenas. They were wounded and without a pack. If they didn't kill them, the unforgiving winter would.

The plains were quiet once more, and the heavy stench of coppery blood hung in the chilly air. As the heat of battle died down, Artorias let his body come down from its battle high, adrenaline ebbing away while he took stock of their fight. Several hyenas lay dead, most of them the larger of the pack. And other than a few shallow bites on his back leg, both he and Resin seemed no worse for wear. He turned to meet his mother's gaze, breathing slow and hard to steady himself again. He was still getting used to actual battle, but he'd had plenty of tastes of it with the harshness of this unnatural season. "Think they got the message?" he asked, the wry smirk playing at the corner of his mouth emphasizing the sarcasm in his words.

"Speech" | Thoughts | ”Corbin"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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