sad eyes, baby
08-08-2013, 03:40 PM
~*~ The wolf squirmed, of course she did, the white fae buckled and snarled and tried to roll downward to get away, but in terms of size and ability it was a hopeless cause. If she'd had full range of motion to escape with maybe, but this was a trap. Silverback already had her off her paws and in a heartbeat, she was dragging her back to the flat ledge of rock that was the siren's sentry point. The growl bubbled and boiled in her throat. She was in no mood to make allowances. She had nothing but disappointment since she left her home. Nothing but wolves telling her they had never seen anything like her or that all her kind had died out long ago. If she was to be the last then she da?well was going to have her way in the world. Once on her perch she sought to pin the wolf down - atempting to all her legs around the much smaller white form - belly against back and teeth against scuff as she lay on her side in the cranny of the cliff face. Even if the she-wolf managed to get free now there was doing but a long drop and a short stop below. Not enough hieght to kill her, but definately enough to break a leg. Maybe two. And yet for all that danger, if Silverback had really intended to just murder another creature, why hadn't she let go of the scruff and gone for something useful like the throat or the spine - or just bite down on the other's muzzle to smother it as lions often do? This was raw frustration fighting, she wanted to get a hold and keep it til her chosen prey stopped struggling. That was as far as her mind went. |