SEVEN NATION ARMY

N/A · 10-20-2013, 08:40 PM

Lovatt had returned to the borders of Valhalla some time ago. He had returned to seek re-acceptance into his former home. With Morgan disappearing once again, he felt that the only other place to go was his former home among his former packmates. The giant brute moved slowly, taking his time to arrive at the borderlines. Each step back to old memories were painful, as his heart would remain here until Morgan returned...if she ever did. He loved her so much, but maybe she had other ideas? A sigh escaped his inky lips, all his attention focused on the thoughts that enveloped his mind and dulling his other senses. He had not detected the male who had approached as quietly as the whisper of the wind. It wasn't until he heard a soft sound that he finally turned, sapphire gaze falling upon the white beast. Alarmed, he wondered who it was...but before he could ask, the brute had leaped towards him. Lovatt snarled and yelped when he felt teeth close on the back of his neck. He tried to shake him off, tried to rip his scruff free from the jaws of his ambusher. He would whip his head around to try and grasp a leg or anything he could reach as he tried to rear up, though the momentum and weight of the other had forced his head down for a moment, giving him the disadvantage. His hackles rose and vicious snarls erupted from his chest as he pushed his body up to try and throw his attacker from him. As he did so, he felt a sharp drop of weight and pain upon his back. His body fell slightly to the ground as he whipped around to see another form attacking him. Panicked, his eyes were lit with fierce determination and a hint of fear...was he going to die today? He couldn't...he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to his love. He howled then, a short but sharp call into the winds. His distress call would ring through the air, and he hoped that someone would arrive in time to help him...

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