Battle Scars[Demonio]

Yet again his woman had been called out to perform another duty for the pack, but instead of a hunt like the first time, this time around she had been assigned border patrol. That wasn't so bad, at least in his mind that is. She wasn't running the risk of being gored by an elk or deers' horns, yet there was always the worry that some brute could some along and try and take advantage of her. Just the thought of another wolf laying paws on her set his blood boiling and a metallic taste fill his mouth. And yet they would have to be completely stupid to try and take on Desdemona, his warrior queen. She was his exact match in physical appearance, her bulk nearly the same as his own yet her experience far surpassing his. She was skilled in the art of killing and any who wished do go against her were signing their death wish. Not only that, but if the ivory knight discovered that anyone had tried to turn a paw against her, not even the bottom of the deepest ocean could him them from him and his fury.


Demonio had expected as much, which was why he wasn't as distraught as the first time. He'd bid her goodbye that very morning and gone off to fulfill his own duty; finding a meal for his mate. Yes, she was more than capabable of handling her own and obviously was able to hunt for herself, but she was his mate now, which made him responsible for her well-being, down to even the smallest things. He didn't want to completely interrupt her patrol, knowing that wouldn't look good on either of their parts as members of the pack, most on his though for distracting her, but he wanted to bring her at least a little snack. The limp hare that hung from his jaws hadn't been too hard to catch, though the little bugger had put up a challenge, despite its size. With much persistance the alabaster knight had finally managed to tire the thing out and kill it with a swift bite to the spine. Pleased with himself, he now moved towards the borders of their new home, tail swaying gently behind his haunches, excited at seeing his beloved. They'd only been seperated for a little over a few hours and yet he missed her like crazy. Guess that's what love did to him. He didn't mind though, it was a welcome feeling.


Limbs moved steadily beneath the massive drake, pulling him closer and closer to the borders of Tortuga, Desdemona's distinct perfume guiding him. Audits twitched to and fro, the sounds of a scuffle catching his attention. Pace was halted, bi-colored gems scanning the forest, auditory system attentive in trying to pinpoint the location. Surely it wasn't his mate who was involved in the scuffle? Demonio pushed forward once more, having discerned the fight was not too far from his current location. What came into view of his dual-colored gems was something he wished he would never have to see, yet it was there, staring him in the face, like his worst nightmare. It was Desdemona, her beautiful ivory pelt stained crimson, skin and muscle hanging from her front limb, scratches adorning her delicate muzzle and strong back, the corpse of a dead coyote lying about a foot behind her. The hare fell from his jaws, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, unable to believe what those bastards had done his woman. The cowards were scurrying away just beyond the tree line and before he could think it through, the massive brute was charging after them, demanding payment in their blood.


The cowards turned back at the sight of Demonio persuing them, their tails pressed between their tails, their blood trailing on the earth from their wounds recieved from Desdemona. At least they hadn't escaped without injury, but their luck was about to run out. Limbs were a blur beneath the massive man as he charged the coyotes, hindquarters bunching together before they launched him forward, talons outstretched to grasp at his prey. He reached both at the same time, his left talons digging deeply into the haunches of the first canine while his right talons swiped at the second coyote, knocking it from it's feet. The coyote he'd dug his claws into yelped in agony, trying desperately to escape the hell sent brute after him. But it was too late; his time was up. Demonio used his strong forelimbs to pull the bastard towards him, jaws snapping powerfully over it's spine, severing it with a sickening crunch. The coyote barely dropped to the ground dead before he was upon the second one, his reaction so fast the bastard had no time to defend himself before the alabaster knight was upon his, fangs singing into his trachea, ripping it out with a single yank, nearly severing the head from the body. Crimson blood stained his ivory muzzle, turning it a deep maroon as he spit the thing's trachea out, bellowing a powerful howl of triumph at having dispatched the cowards who had dared touched his mate. Now, he could attend to her.


Discarding the corpses and leaving them for the scavengers, the brute was quick to return to his love's side, the unshed tears spilling over his blood stained cheeks. Demonio slowed his pace, nearing his beloved carefully, eyes roaming her ravaged frame. Desdemona my love, what have they done to you... His voice was strangled, thick with the tears streaming down his face. He came up right beside her, pressing his frame gently against hers, using his massive bodice to hold hers up, supporting her weight for her. He couldn't believe this was the woman he'd just bid farewell not even a few hours ago.


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