Help, I'm Dying.
She would press into his side, a whimper leaving her lips. Freya would return with herbs, ushering them towards Ekko. He would remain silent, even as his child was born. Eyes would widen, he had never witnessed such a thing. Ekko would groom their child, his tiny wails filling the den. He would begin to smile, simply peering down at the newborn. But Ekko would lash out. He growls vibrated against his side, her lips pulled back to expose teeth. Confusion swept across his features. He look at Freya for clarification. But her words could not be ignored. Kill him? Why in the world would he kill their child? Again? Confusion, hurt, uncertainty all swept across his russet features. E-Ekko, no one is going to hurt him. He would murmur softly, seeking to press his nose to her cheek, though his movements were slow, hesitant.
A shadow would cross over the den entrance, causing him to tighten his body around Ekko protectively. And then the last face he wanted to see would appear. Cataleya. Nasty words fell from her dark, causing his hackles to bristle. Then she would threaten to take his child and his anger would explode. He would rise and slip from the den, lips peeled back. You will not touch him! He snarled angrily. He would seek to come at his Queen head on, long legs aimed to close the few feet between them in a few strides. His brief spar only days before had done very little to better his skills, but he'd be damned if he was going to let this bitch take his kid. His left shoulder shot forward as he aimed to collide the point of the hard bone with his Queens sternum. Simultaneously his jaws would part as his crown aimed to tip to his right, his jaws naturally following suit. He sought to grab a hold of the left side of her throat, just behind the curve of her jaw.
All the while his defenses remained in place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, head level with his spine, chin tucked, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, legs spread equidistant and bent at the joint, toes splayed, claws digging into the ground, weight evenly distributed, tail straight and aligned with his spine.
COLTEN vs CATALEYA for COHEN: round 1/2
ooc- saffie agrees that cat is like 2 feet away from the den entrance XD |