Something Wicked This Way Comes
05-26-2015, 01:48 PM
Mystic had gone about her daily routine: go hunting, maybe go and explore and meet some new faces, eat, sleep, and repeat. She had made her way back to the den to catch some sleep before she went back out hunting for her family again. But, a familiar scent that she had met before caught her attention. The mountain lion that she and Hypnos happened to stumble across! And, the smell of blood was also noticeable, and it was coming from the direction of her family's den! No!
She ran forward, her paws not daring to stop until she reached her destination. When she had arrived, shock overcame her. She could see her father running toward the mountain lion in attempt to kill him, while her sister lay still beside him, her eyes closed as two long slash marks came across her eyes. What an evil monster!
Ashamoro would attempt to dodge Kar's attack. He was aware that he was furious with him, and he was not going to die without a good fight. The scars that Kar had left a couple years ago were still visible, and he was not going to lose to him!
Mystic ran forward, a snarl escaping her lips as she gripped upon the lion's back, causing him to growl out in pain. He turned his head back enough time to grab Mystic's neck and send her colliding into the direction of Kar. Ashamoro chuckled and went into a battle stance, the hair on the back of his neck on end, fangs bared, and claws extended with his body bent forward, he was ready for this war that this family would declare upon him.
She ran forward, her paws not daring to stop until she reached her destination. When she had arrived, shock overcame her. She could see her father running toward the mountain lion in attempt to kill him, while her sister lay still beside him, her eyes closed as two long slash marks came across her eyes. What an evil monster!
Ashamoro would attempt to dodge Kar's attack. He was aware that he was furious with him, and he was not going to die without a good fight. The scars that Kar had left a couple years ago were still visible, and he was not going to lose to him!
Mystic ran forward, a snarl escaping her lips as she gripped upon the lion's back, causing him to growl out in pain. He turned his head back enough time to grab Mystic's neck and send her colliding into the direction of Kar. Ashamoro chuckled and went into a battle stance, the hair on the back of his neck on end, fangs bared, and claws extended with his body bent forward, he was ready for this war that this family would declare upon him.