Headed for a New Land

Romulus didn't see the fatigue that Lillith hid, nor did he see the fear or weakness in her. All that mattered was that he had a partner in this fight, and they would work together to defeat their opponent and keep the other safe. So far, they had been doing an excellent job. Lillith moved swiftly to stay behind him so he didn't have to keep looking around and distracting himself to make sure she was safe. He, in turn, had kept the tiger at bay. Now, as the two of them separated, Roman kept the cat's eyes on him while Lillith made her move toward the big cat, attacking with all her might. Smirking proudly, Romulus started to charge in as well, aiming to keep the cat locked in combat with two wolves instead of one. However, as he came up on the cat, he saw one large clawed paw swing towards Lillith. He didn't see if the deadly claws connected with her or not, but just the threat of it alone was enough to make his blood run cold and a protective fury to burn in his heart.

With a vicious snarl, Romulus launched himself right at the side of the tiger's exposed neck. Powerful jaws clamped down more surely this time, and Roman was rewarded with the popping and tearing of cartilage, arteries, and sinew as he ripped into the saber cat's throat. The animal made a strangled yowl of pain and surprise, but it was too late. With all his might, Romulus hauled the cat to the ground, pulling it off its feet and pinning it down with his weight, keeping one paw pressed to its head to keep it held down while he let the feline bleed to death beneath him. The cat's paws scrambled at the ground in a desperate gambit to do anything to same its life, coming up to scrape across the wolf's shoulder, but the coup de grace had been struck. Romulus glared through pointed silver eyes at his opponent's failing movements, watching them go still as the sabertooth tiger lay dying. Once it ceased all movement, Roman gave the corpse a shake to make sure it was dead, then dropped the body with heavy breaths.

A stinging pain ached through his shoulder where the cat had clawed him, thin rivers of red cutting through his pallid coat. But Romulus didn't care about any of that. He would heal over time, and the slashes didn't even feel that bad. His concerned eyes turned to find Lillith. He had to make sure she was okay first. "Lillith! Lillith, are you okay?" he asked while stepping off the dead cat to come check on her, oblivious to the fact that he himself was injured or that his muzzle was also stained red with feline blood.

"Romulus Armada"