sorry but i was running from an elephant
sort of intruding
08-06-2022, 04:03 AM
Maybe it had been a bad idea for Mitros to get involved in so many hunts. Maybe it was a bad idea for him to not just follow the rest of his family members to the pirates. Maybe one of the many adults who he'd have hunted with recently or grew up around should have attempted to tell him that he could not conquer the world before he was a two year old. These were all things that crossed his mind as the very bold and very stupid yearling attempted to take the elephant down on his own.
Corbie had made it look so dang easy! Mitros had a cliff nearby just like they had, he could bark and bite and do everything the group of wolves had done to chase it over. Why wasn't the technique working? The longer the yearling stood his ground and attempted to harass the animal, the less confident he grew. This elephant was much smaller and younger then the last had been but that was fine, he was down five wolves anyways. A true Imperialis would be able to do this, that much Mitros knew, and to earn his name he knew he had to come to Valentine with something at least as cool as an elephant tusk. It was the driving motivation to everything he did, and ultimately the reason he continued against his better judgement to try and drive the elephant over.
No matter how much he tried, the thing refused to run from him. It stood it's ground and bellowed loudly with it's trunk, swinging hard and fast and more than once swiping Mitros off his paws entirely. Each blow to the ribs felt like the air was being sucked straight out of his lungs, but he knew each time that he was lucky it was just the young trunk and not the growing tusks that protruded from beneath it's lip. Pushing forward and backwards with uncertainty and nerve, Mitros carried on. At his back were his companions - a pygmy hog and a puffin, both too intelligent to throw themselves into the losing fight. It was honestly a bit upsetting, he'd raised the bastards from near birth and now when he needed them, this was how they repaid him? Mitros shot them an angry glare as he picked himself off the ground for the dozenth time, wincing as the sharp ache in his lungs grew, and then wincing again as the inhale of breath shot more agony through his core.
The elephant gave another threatening bellow and then a charge and Mitros scrambled on his paws to safety. The charge was a bluff, the elephant stopping short of the wolf and stamping a heavy hoof upon the ground to assert his very clear desire to remain unharmed and to make clear to the young wolf that this was not a fight he wanted to pick. Mitros should have been wise enough to take the hint, but instead leaped forward and aimed to bite the trunk, earning himself another blow but this time to the shoulder.
A sound caught his ears, heavy and with enough force to shake the very ground beneath his feet. Standing unsteadily and wheezing out a pained breath, he turned to watch in terror and awe as two more elephants ran in to their calf's rescue. Mitros had nearly forgotten how big an elephant was. The calf was big, but these beasts were absolutely massive, dwarfing him, their child, and the pygmy hog and puffin that had now disappeared somewhere into the trees. Mitros did not have a death wish, even a pack of wolves wouldn't stand toe to toe with three elephants. With a yelp, he turned and ran, tail tucked between his legs. His stride was uneven and every step brought more agony, but the adrenaline of watching a thunderous death cross the plains moments prior was enough to force him to continue the sprint long past what was necessary. Past, in fact, a scent border. Mitros didn't know who's pack this was nor did he really care, he'd rather die at the paws of an angry alpha then at the tusks of an angry elephant.
After what felt like hours of escaping certain death, Mitros slowed and allowed his head to turn over his shoulder. Nothing pursued him. The relief that came with that knowledge was overwhelming, and no sooner did he stop his stride did his body hit the ground with a groan. Not even the understanding that he was currently trespassing was enough to bring him back to his paws. To their credit, his companions reluctantly revealed themselves. Waddling up to his side the puffin pressed in close, while the pygmy hog kept a careful eye for any who might approach.
Word Count: 800
Corbie had made it look so dang easy! Mitros had a cliff nearby just like they had, he could bark and bite and do everything the group of wolves had done to chase it over. Why wasn't the technique working? The longer the yearling stood his ground and attempted to harass the animal, the less confident he grew. This elephant was much smaller and younger then the last had been but that was fine, he was down five wolves anyways. A true Imperialis would be able to do this, that much Mitros knew, and to earn his name he knew he had to come to Valentine with something at least as cool as an elephant tusk. It was the driving motivation to everything he did, and ultimately the reason he continued against his better judgement to try and drive the elephant over.
No matter how much he tried, the thing refused to run from him. It stood it's ground and bellowed loudly with it's trunk, swinging hard and fast and more than once swiping Mitros off his paws entirely. Each blow to the ribs felt like the air was being sucked straight out of his lungs, but he knew each time that he was lucky it was just the young trunk and not the growing tusks that protruded from beneath it's lip. Pushing forward and backwards with uncertainty and nerve, Mitros carried on. At his back were his companions - a pygmy hog and a puffin, both too intelligent to throw themselves into the losing fight. It was honestly a bit upsetting, he'd raised the bastards from near birth and now when he needed them, this was how they repaid him? Mitros shot them an angry glare as he picked himself off the ground for the dozenth time, wincing as the sharp ache in his lungs grew, and then wincing again as the inhale of breath shot more agony through his core.
The elephant gave another threatening bellow and then a charge and Mitros scrambled on his paws to safety. The charge was a bluff, the elephant stopping short of the wolf and stamping a heavy hoof upon the ground to assert his very clear desire to remain unharmed and to make clear to the young wolf that this was not a fight he wanted to pick. Mitros should have been wise enough to take the hint, but instead leaped forward and aimed to bite the trunk, earning himself another blow but this time to the shoulder.
A sound caught his ears, heavy and with enough force to shake the very ground beneath his feet. Standing unsteadily and wheezing out a pained breath, he turned to watch in terror and awe as two more elephants ran in to their calf's rescue. Mitros had nearly forgotten how big an elephant was. The calf was big, but these beasts were absolutely massive, dwarfing him, their child, and the pygmy hog and puffin that had now disappeared somewhere into the trees. Mitros did not have a death wish, even a pack of wolves wouldn't stand toe to toe with three elephants. With a yelp, he turned and ran, tail tucked between his legs. His stride was uneven and every step brought more agony, but the adrenaline of watching a thunderous death cross the plains moments prior was enough to force him to continue the sprint long past what was necessary. Past, in fact, a scent border. Mitros didn't know who's pack this was nor did he really care, he'd rather die at the paws of an angry alpha then at the tusks of an angry elephant.
After what felt like hours of escaping certain death, Mitros slowed and allowed his head to turn over his shoulder. Nothing pursued him. The relief that came with that knowledge was overwhelming, and no sooner did he stop his stride did his body hit the ground with a groan. Not even the understanding that he was currently trespassing was enough to bring him back to his paws. To their credit, his companions reluctantly revealed themselves. Waddling up to his side the puffin pressed in close, while the pygmy hog kept a careful eye for any who might approach.
Word Count: 800
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