TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE

N/A · 03-25-2013, 08:28 PM

Jupiter was forgotten. The wounded creature was forgotten. Every law, regulation and demand she had been taught abandoned her mind. Seracia, Alacritis, her mother, every piece of information her brain had ever stored fled her. Panic and raw fear flew into golden orbs and the blood drained from her face as a yelp tore through the air. Cetotorah. His name and his cry of pain tore through her brain like a macabre mantra, and the dame was gone.

Nimble legs propelled her bodice forward before the rest of the wolves could so much as bark a command. Luana flew faster than she had ever sprinted before, leaving her companions far behind her in the dust. Adrenaline tore through her veins like a freight train, fueling her body, harder, faster, stronger. Cetotorah was in trouble. He needed her and she would damned, come hell or hhigh water if she did not come.

A roar ripped from her larynx, the fully grown dame bursting from the trees, lunging for the smaller of the felines, teeth and claws barred, aiming for its back right haunch. She would rip the thing to pieces or she would damn well die trying.

"Speech"

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