Not today
02-10-2023, 04:56 PM
Kitsune was on her way back home after a long adventure exploring the world outside of Ashen. As first a Chunin, and then more recently a Daimyo, she knew it was important she understood the lay of the land. It meant she missed much of the moving bustle from the lands of her birth to the new ones. Perhaps that was a little by design, too. She wasn’t ready to let go yet, and the timing of her exploration meant she didn’t have to face it just yet.
She explored a few pack borders, and got a better grasp of the land as a whole then she had ever had before. But she had to admit, the idea of heading home was a good one. She missed her Mumma, and her younger sisters were due to be born any day!
Just as she was nearing the borders to their new home, she heard the baying yip of a pack of coyotes. She froze, tilting her head and listening. There it was again. They were stalking her. Perhaps they thought a single wolf would make good prey. This close to Ashen especially, she knew she couldn’t let it lie.
She turned, ready to face them. They approached at a quick pace, fanning out immediately. Attempting to surround her. Her Kite - Laila, let out a cry. Warning her as the first coyote dove in. Kitsune turned, her paws kicking up dust at the abruptness of the move. The first strike missed her by a hair's breadth, and she tilted her shoulders so the spikes of her armour caught the creature on its way past. She lowered her head then, swiping it hard to the side. Cutting off the next attack, and scouring a line across its chest. Her horns, which shimmered in every tone of red, looked as if they were aflame.
She let out a sharp snarl, and finally went on the offensive. Diving at the one she had cut with her horns. It tried to dive to the side, but she was too quick. She landed on top of it, and felt the wind of another coyote chasing her. Shoving her back paw onto the downed coyote to keep it there, she turned. Shoving her horns into the approaching coyote, and skewering him across the neck. She had to pry that one from her horns with a forepaw. By that point, the coyote under her was writhing and pawing at her. She bit down hard on its neck, and it was still. The last coyote turned and fled, and she bared her teeth as it departed. She had managed to get away from the fight with only a few nicks, but she knew she was lucky.
WC: 456
"Speech"
She explored a few pack borders, and got a better grasp of the land as a whole then she had ever had before. But she had to admit, the idea of heading home was a good one. She missed her Mumma, and her younger sisters were due to be born any day!
Just as she was nearing the borders to their new home, she heard the baying yip of a pack of coyotes. She froze, tilting her head and listening. There it was again. They were stalking her. Perhaps they thought a single wolf would make good prey. This close to Ashen especially, she knew she couldn’t let it lie.
She turned, ready to face them. They approached at a quick pace, fanning out immediately. Attempting to surround her. Her Kite - Laila, let out a cry. Warning her as the first coyote dove in. Kitsune turned, her paws kicking up dust at the abruptness of the move. The first strike missed her by a hair's breadth, and she tilted her shoulders so the spikes of her armour caught the creature on its way past. She lowered her head then, swiping it hard to the side. Cutting off the next attack, and scouring a line across its chest. Her horns, which shimmered in every tone of red, looked as if they were aflame.
She let out a sharp snarl, and finally went on the offensive. Diving at the one she had cut with her horns. It tried to dive to the side, but she was too quick. She landed on top of it, and felt the wind of another coyote chasing her. Shoving her back paw onto the downed coyote to keep it there, she turned. Shoving her horns into the approaching coyote, and skewering him across the neck. She had to pry that one from her horns with a forepaw. By that point, the coyote under her was writhing and pawing at her. She bit down hard on its neck, and it was still. The last coyote turned and fled, and she bared her teeth as it departed. She had managed to get away from the fight with only a few nicks, but she knew she was lucky.
WC: 456