Kamikaze Airplanes in the Sky

Walk | Talk | Think

Any hope he had of the wolf rethinking his purpose after he had spoken were gone the instant the grey-eyed male reacted. There was no sense of hesitance as he stepped forward, no chance within his voice and words that he was up for negotiating what he had already decided: Requiem was going to go with him to see this empress whether he wanted to or not.

Before he could so much as square his stance in any preparation for a fight, since he could feel that was what it was coming to, the male had moved and covered the space between them with relative ease, much too quickly for Requiem to react. He had barely managed a step back, the barest defense he could manage, before the wolf's jaws latched around his own, pinning his muzzle and causing a sudden growl from the yearling that very nearly took on the qualities of a whine. That hurt! All of his life fights had always been conducted in play. Never before had the brown yearling actually felt true venom within the attack of another, until now. And he was utterly unprepared.

With far too much ease despite their nearly equal sizes, the boy felt his weight shift as his opponent did and collided with the ground, the weight of the other standing over him and ensuring that he would stay there upon the ground. Requiem growled back against the teeth that remained closed around his jaws, but there was a new fear in his eyes. If he could be this quickly brought down, what fight could he put up for himself? How would he get away?

To his surprise his attacker backed off, and with a clear threat gave the brown wolf time enough to get to his feet. Tentatively, heart beating anxiously in his chest, the boy rolled to his stomach and licked at his sore muzzle, testing any damage done before he got to his feet. For just a fraction of a second he contemplated running, but he had never really been the swiftest of wolves. There really was no escape. Eying the wolf through a wary frown, Requiem remained still and quiet, waiting for him to direct them to this place known as Apollyon and hoping that, just maybe, he could talk his way back into freedom.