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azoula
05-12-2024, 01:34 PM
With as many traps as she'd laid, it wasn't wholly a surprise when Iscariot moved in to find another predator had stolen the prize in this one. It's fine, that's why she's set so many. One rabbit going missing wasn't the end of the world, though a distinctive scent washes over her as she packs the trap to move it. The same bastard bear who'd initially raided her trap, by the smells of him, coming back for round two. No, Riot would be teaching him a lesson, thanks. Ears laying flat back against her skull, turning on her haunches to stare the polar bear in the face. Hackles up, snapping and snarling already-- "Thieves pay with blood." Without another thought, Iscariot lunges for its face. |
honduran white bats, chaos & calamity (clam)
05-12-2024, 01:51 PM
Walking along the borders of the Sparse Pines, Azoula was trying to determine just how massive the territory was. So far, it seemed larger than The Polar Sound, which was interesting. Maybe even bigger than their island too. It would be a valuable addition to their kingdom, no doubt. They just needed to invade it once and for all at some point during the winter season. Rushing through the forest, she arrives to see Riot latched onto the bear’s face. Azoula doesn’t hesitate, she leaps off her hind limbs and straight onto the beast’s back, digging her hooked claws into its hide and biting down on its shoulder. |
05-12-2024, 01:58 PM
Deftly avoiding the great swipes of paws, the bear's ire fully in Riot's direction, all she can do is laugh. Watching the thing as it tries to take her out, as it fails. Faster than the beast, and at least in this mood, meaner too. Snapping and lunging, her teeth raking across the bear's muzzle. Adrenaline too high to admit that she may have bitten off more than she can chew on her own-- It doesn't matter for long. Azoula was quick to join the fray, the woman appearing to take on the bear from the rear. A pleased, manic little giggle in Riot's throat as she sinks her teeth into the beast's face, and then its neck. Though she catches another swipe of its large paws to her hip, the adrenaline is enough to dull the pain for now. Relentless, Iscariot doesn't let go. |
honduran white bats, chaos & calamity (clam)
05-12-2024, 02:07 PM
The manic laughter bubbling from Riot is familiar. She’s heard it from the other Saxe wolves too. The chilling sound of that cuts through the air like a jagged knife, filled with unrestrained madness and frenzied energy. Azoula also felt frenzied, but in a different sense; the impulse to protect the girl all-consuming, because she didn’t want to face the punishment she’d received if she let something happen to her. Sephiran would be livid. The bear was thrashing, trying to dislodge her by bucking and swiping at Riot dangling from its face. Using her claws, Azoula climbs farther up its back, bracing her core to keep her center and gravity to avoid being thrown off. Once she’d near its head, she raked one of her claws across its eyes, tearing through the sclera, iris, and pupils to create a mangled, bloody mess of sinew. |
05-12-2024, 05:38 PM
Shining, brilliant, maybe a bit more mirthful than she should be given the situation-- it happens, okay? Iscariot is enjoying herself very much, perhaps too much. Grinning, bleeding, relentless, Iscariot continues her assault on the bear as it begins to waver. Bucking and swiping, the beast seems to know it fights for its life now. A shift from sending a message to something a bit worse... well, at least it would be a comfortable hide. Dodging Azoula's claws, but bearing down all the while, Iscariot's teeth find purchase in the pale fuck's neck. Blood bathes her tongue, a rivulet of gore trailing down her neck. Staining her coat and the snow, the bear stumbles to the ground with a grumble. Not dead, but certainly on its way out, their violence rewarded. |
honduran white bats, chaos & calamity (clam)