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Azoula

The Syndicate
Effendi- Köle

Master Hunter (270)

Master Navigator (240)

An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
617
size
Large species
build
Light
posts
88
player
Aislyn
02-02-2024, 01:38 PM
It didn’t take much prompting to push the boy into action- those volcanic eyes of hers tracing his movements, as he slunk down into the underbrush and stalked towards their prey. Anticipation was rolling down her spine in shockwaves- muscles coiling beneath her pelt, shoulders having rolled forward, body aching for the feel of a mammal writhing beneath her. Helpless and afraid. And the sweet taste of pork belly, it was a delicacy to the feline- one that made her mouth water, tongue sliding across her inner lips, preventing the drool from seeping from her jowls. Hurry and pick your target boy.

And then, the wolf irrupted from his hiding spot. Lunging straight into the fray, causing a panic in the passel, whose members screamed and fled in all directions. One of the sows even turned on the boy- charging at him, but he avoided those dangerous tusks and stomping hooves by rolling out of the way. The mother ran off, leaving her youngster behind. And Tarnish took advantage of that- lashing out with a paw, chasing after it, forcing it to run and separate from the group.

But that wasn’t the end of the pursuit. The sow reappeared, slamming into the wolf, while a crow swooped down from the trees and clawed at the younger boar's eyes. It was fucking chaos. Azoula decided, enough was enough. Leaping from the underbrush in a single, fluid motion. Landing between the sow and the kid who was picking himself back up, while the crow dove back down to claw at the mother boar. Peeling her lips back, folding her ears, and baring her enormous incisors. Azoula released a throaty, deafening roar, while swiping a massive paw at the sow’s face- sending it fleeing into the forest.

Whirling around, Azoula chased after Tarnish and their target. Closing in with alarming speed, leaping forward with feline precision, and landing on its back. Shoving the boy out of the way if she had to. Using her claws to anchor herself, her weight buckling its knees and forcing it to the ground. Jaws closing around the side of its throat, upper canines puncturing through the cartilaginous tissue of its windpipe.  

"Azoula Davati"

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1. sink your teeth into this Redbud Nook 01:54 PM, 01-10-2024 10:41 PM, 03-25-2024