Post by mahri on Jan 19, 2009 5:08:37 GMT -5
Mahri paced, her paws thumping irritably on the path through the forest. Lifting her snout skyward, she sends a lamenting song towards the pregnant moons in a long drawn out howl. Waiting a moment, she listens, head cocked, ears perked for an answer. When none is forthcoming, the lycan accepts that this hunt will be alone. Slinking into the shadows of the trees, the midnight wolf passes from mooncast shadow to mooncast shadow, nose to the ground as she tries to pick up the scent of prey..any prey. Her instincts take over and any part of the female that may have recognized friend or foe disappears into the animal psyche, content to let the wolf run uncontrolled.
Rhian came wandering into the forested area, the woman's staff lax at her side, a deep breath being taken as she trod wearily down the path. Her eyes comb the area, surely the undead city would be in sight by now. With a groan that announced her presence to all in the dark forest, if her heavy footfalls hadn't already. She stopped, eyes squinting to try and adjust to the darkness as she taps the ground with her staff, trying to get her bearings before moving on. Like a sitting duck she stood there in the midst of the trees.
Mahri stops..listens..and curls her upper lip in a silent snarl. Peering through the trees towards the well trod path, she catches the shift and glide of a figure, a long stick in hand. Settling back on her haunches, she lifts a howl of triumph to the sky, letting it echo away as she moves. Let the prey think what she likes of the sound, the mournfully hungry cry echoes, making it impossible to tell just how many wolves lurked in the area, or where they were coming from. Stalking the prey, Mahri crouches low, keeping to shadow and brush as she slinks closer, circling the woman from behind. Already, her heart races, adreneline pumping through her veins at the merest hint of a fresh kill..a feast waiting on two legs.
Rhian 's body freezes at the sudden howling filling the air from not too far away. Her staff is in hand instantly, her body trembling but her stance firm. Her eyes dart from left to right, heart pounding hard in her ears and her staff held high. She backs up a step, then another, ever closer towards the impending threat lurking through the trees.
Saliva dripping from between canines and molars, Mahri lets her intended meal come to her. When the woman is close enough, that is when she will spring. Already she hunkers down, back end swaying for balance. Her lip curls, wrinkling her snout as her tongue darts in and out from between lethal teeth, ready to tear flesh from bones. The wolf is hungry, anxious, but patient. So long as Rhian doesn't look behind her, the wolf creeps slowly from the underbrush, keeping low to the ground until the last possible second before leaping, forlegs extended to catch her with claws, fully intending to take the female to the ground and pin her. Oh, how much her jaw ached to feel the gentle give of skin and muscle as her teeth sank deep.
Rhian paused long enough for the thought to occur to her, perhaps something would attack her from behind. Such a thought dawned on her just in time as she turned to see a black blur tackling her to the ground. She landed with a grunt as her staff was luckily between the bulk of the wolf and herself. The wiry arms do their best to hold back the snarling muzzle and teeth looming overhead, though they threaten to give way any moment. The dark woman attempts throwing the wolf with a sudden roll, the rest of her strength thrown into a blow from her staff to push the lycan off.
Mahri might have pinned the woman, but she was a fighter. Oh how exciting! At least, that was what she felt just before the wiry woman tried to buck her off. Not having none of it, the lycan bore all her weight down onto the woman, and probably would have held her own if that blasted stick hadn't come at her. Turning her head just in time to see the thin blur, her teeth snap at the stick, hopefully breaking it enough so as not to be a threat anymore, though..the jagged ends would worry her but only momentarily once her attention was drawn back to the fear laden Rhian. Such a scent was ambrosia, and all the more sweeter for the fact that the girl put up a fight.
Rhian 's staff cracked in twain, the bulk of it being mere wood, though the weight of the heavy crystal-topped end as it became heavy in the woman's hands was abandoned to the forest floor as the other end was blindly thrust upwards towards the wolf. Her knee came up hard, aimed to at least knock the wind from the beast as her arms worked a majority to keep the jagged rows of teeth from her body. A strained grunt sounded from the woman as adrenaline began to rush through her veins, not one strand of fur on the wolf's skin marked as familiar, only a threat to the life carried within.
Mahri grunted as the knee caught her in the soft belly, her breath rushing out with a wolfish grunt. Incensed, the lycan snapped her teeth at anything she could get ahold of..flailing arm, waving hand. If it came within inches of her muzzle, it was fair game. As the scent of fear changed to one of desperation, so too did another rise. This one was sublte, overlayed by the woman's own scent, but clearly coming from her. A puppy..or rather, child..nestled beneath the females ribs gave the wolf pause. To kill was one thing, but to kill a female who was to welp soon, that stirred the human in the lycan, and her concience came forward, pushing at that of the wolf, urging her to calm. It was an internal battle now that raged. The need for the kill, and the need to protect innocents.
Rhian wriggled violently under the wolf with her momentary window gained, though she knew not of the oncoming teeth she'd tried so hard to avoid. Her wriggling sacrificed the little leverage she had of her arms in trying to get out from under the wolf and her muzzle bit down hard on the woman's accursed shoulder, teeth tearing through the jacket and tasting hot flesh, burning blood. Rhian let out a cry that echoed through the forest, pain tearing through her arm. The heel of her better hand came up towards the animal's gut again, her knees attempting to pound into Mahri's body once more in an assault that spelled out hope for salvation
Portea stalks silently into the area after having felt the great feeling of fear radiating from the woman. The psion silently makes his way closer, ever mindful of any fallen leaves or twigs as he takes advantage of his down-wind position. Once close enough to see the crimson stained teeth of the lycan, he lets go of restraint and bolts into view. All at once he thrusts Mahri off of Rhain with a burst of psionically controlled air and pins her to the nearest tree. ~Control yourself! Otherwise it will be your blood that stains the ground.~ The psion projects straight to the lycan's mind, making his intent crystal clear with images of what would happen should she fight him. "Are you alright?" He asks quietly as he kneels beside Rhian, still maintaining his focus on keeping the lycan held up against the tree.
Mahri quite suddenly finds herself getting aquainted with a tree, her feet pawing the air as she snaps her teeth at nothing, crimson tinted foam flying from her mouth. No..no one was going to steal her kill from her! Ever! Startled at the rather forceful voice thrust into her mind, Mahri gives a yelp, silvery eyes blinking in confusion as her paws still the flailing. With a grunt, the human side of the lycan comes forth, ~Let me go. The wolf won't attack now..tell her..tell her to find Mahri as soon as she can, please. Damn the moons!~ the last was more a cry of regret and self-loathing..more self-hate than she had ever felt, in fact, the first time she felt such a feeling at all.
Rhian struggled to control her breathing as sat up, claw marks about her duster, making tears of sorts in the fabric. She takes the bottom edge of her jacket and uses a convenient tear in the edge to tear a long strip from the jacket with her teeth. As she grunts through the cloth held in her mouth at moving her worse arm to help aid the wrapping of the cloth about the wound to stem the bleeding she managed a curt nod towards Portea as her eyes were otherwise occuped with fumbling around, trying to tie a good knot in pitch darkness about the wound.
Portea nods slightly to the lycan before letting her down. ~Go now, before I change my mind.~ He replies, his vaporous gaze never leaving the beast. "She says you should find Mahri as soon as you can." He says softly, glancing down at Rhian to make sure she is alright.
Mahri chuffs at Portea before casting a sidelong glance at Rhian. Trotting off, the lycan's tail is held high, as is her head, proud yet and almost unapologetic. Glancing over her shoulder once or twice, Mahri veers off to the left, disappearing into the shadows of trees once more.
Rhian came wandering into the forested area, the woman's staff lax at her side, a deep breath being taken as she trod wearily down the path. Her eyes comb the area, surely the undead city would be in sight by now. With a groan that announced her presence to all in the dark forest, if her heavy footfalls hadn't already. She stopped, eyes squinting to try and adjust to the darkness as she taps the ground with her staff, trying to get her bearings before moving on. Like a sitting duck she stood there in the midst of the trees.
Mahri stops..listens..and curls her upper lip in a silent snarl. Peering through the trees towards the well trod path, she catches the shift and glide of a figure, a long stick in hand. Settling back on her haunches, she lifts a howl of triumph to the sky, letting it echo away as she moves. Let the prey think what she likes of the sound, the mournfully hungry cry echoes, making it impossible to tell just how many wolves lurked in the area, or where they were coming from. Stalking the prey, Mahri crouches low, keeping to shadow and brush as she slinks closer, circling the woman from behind. Already, her heart races, adreneline pumping through her veins at the merest hint of a fresh kill..a feast waiting on two legs.
Rhian 's body freezes at the sudden howling filling the air from not too far away. Her staff is in hand instantly, her body trembling but her stance firm. Her eyes dart from left to right, heart pounding hard in her ears and her staff held high. She backs up a step, then another, ever closer towards the impending threat lurking through the trees.
Saliva dripping from between canines and molars, Mahri lets her intended meal come to her. When the woman is close enough, that is when she will spring. Already she hunkers down, back end swaying for balance. Her lip curls, wrinkling her snout as her tongue darts in and out from between lethal teeth, ready to tear flesh from bones. The wolf is hungry, anxious, but patient. So long as Rhian doesn't look behind her, the wolf creeps slowly from the underbrush, keeping low to the ground until the last possible second before leaping, forlegs extended to catch her with claws, fully intending to take the female to the ground and pin her. Oh, how much her jaw ached to feel the gentle give of skin and muscle as her teeth sank deep.
Rhian paused long enough for the thought to occur to her, perhaps something would attack her from behind. Such a thought dawned on her just in time as she turned to see a black blur tackling her to the ground. She landed with a grunt as her staff was luckily between the bulk of the wolf and herself. The wiry arms do their best to hold back the snarling muzzle and teeth looming overhead, though they threaten to give way any moment. The dark woman attempts throwing the wolf with a sudden roll, the rest of her strength thrown into a blow from her staff to push the lycan off.
Mahri might have pinned the woman, but she was a fighter. Oh how exciting! At least, that was what she felt just before the wiry woman tried to buck her off. Not having none of it, the lycan bore all her weight down onto the woman, and probably would have held her own if that blasted stick hadn't come at her. Turning her head just in time to see the thin blur, her teeth snap at the stick, hopefully breaking it enough so as not to be a threat anymore, though..the jagged ends would worry her but only momentarily once her attention was drawn back to the fear laden Rhian. Such a scent was ambrosia, and all the more sweeter for the fact that the girl put up a fight.
Rhian 's staff cracked in twain, the bulk of it being mere wood, though the weight of the heavy crystal-topped end as it became heavy in the woman's hands was abandoned to the forest floor as the other end was blindly thrust upwards towards the wolf. Her knee came up hard, aimed to at least knock the wind from the beast as her arms worked a majority to keep the jagged rows of teeth from her body. A strained grunt sounded from the woman as adrenaline began to rush through her veins, not one strand of fur on the wolf's skin marked as familiar, only a threat to the life carried within.
Mahri grunted as the knee caught her in the soft belly, her breath rushing out with a wolfish grunt. Incensed, the lycan snapped her teeth at anything she could get ahold of..flailing arm, waving hand. If it came within inches of her muzzle, it was fair game. As the scent of fear changed to one of desperation, so too did another rise. This one was sublte, overlayed by the woman's own scent, but clearly coming from her. A puppy..or rather, child..nestled beneath the females ribs gave the wolf pause. To kill was one thing, but to kill a female who was to welp soon, that stirred the human in the lycan, and her concience came forward, pushing at that of the wolf, urging her to calm. It was an internal battle now that raged. The need for the kill, and the need to protect innocents.
Rhian wriggled violently under the wolf with her momentary window gained, though she knew not of the oncoming teeth she'd tried so hard to avoid. Her wriggling sacrificed the little leverage she had of her arms in trying to get out from under the wolf and her muzzle bit down hard on the woman's accursed shoulder, teeth tearing through the jacket and tasting hot flesh, burning blood. Rhian let out a cry that echoed through the forest, pain tearing through her arm. The heel of her better hand came up towards the animal's gut again, her knees attempting to pound into Mahri's body once more in an assault that spelled out hope for salvation
Portea stalks silently into the area after having felt the great feeling of fear radiating from the woman. The psion silently makes his way closer, ever mindful of any fallen leaves or twigs as he takes advantage of his down-wind position. Once close enough to see the crimson stained teeth of the lycan, he lets go of restraint and bolts into view. All at once he thrusts Mahri off of Rhain with a burst of psionically controlled air and pins her to the nearest tree. ~Control yourself! Otherwise it will be your blood that stains the ground.~ The psion projects straight to the lycan's mind, making his intent crystal clear with images of what would happen should she fight him. "Are you alright?" He asks quietly as he kneels beside Rhian, still maintaining his focus on keeping the lycan held up against the tree.
Mahri quite suddenly finds herself getting aquainted with a tree, her feet pawing the air as she snaps her teeth at nothing, crimson tinted foam flying from her mouth. No..no one was going to steal her kill from her! Ever! Startled at the rather forceful voice thrust into her mind, Mahri gives a yelp, silvery eyes blinking in confusion as her paws still the flailing. With a grunt, the human side of the lycan comes forth, ~Let me go. The wolf won't attack now..tell her..tell her to find Mahri as soon as she can, please. Damn the moons!~ the last was more a cry of regret and self-loathing..more self-hate than she had ever felt, in fact, the first time she felt such a feeling at all.
Rhian struggled to control her breathing as sat up, claw marks about her duster, making tears of sorts in the fabric. She takes the bottom edge of her jacket and uses a convenient tear in the edge to tear a long strip from the jacket with her teeth. As she grunts through the cloth held in her mouth at moving her worse arm to help aid the wrapping of the cloth about the wound to stem the bleeding she managed a curt nod towards Portea as her eyes were otherwise occuped with fumbling around, trying to tie a good knot in pitch darkness about the wound.
Portea nods slightly to the lycan before letting her down. ~Go now, before I change my mind.~ He replies, his vaporous gaze never leaving the beast. "She says you should find Mahri as soon as you can." He says softly, glancing down at Rhian to make sure she is alright.
Mahri chuffs at Portea before casting a sidelong glance at Rhian. Trotting off, the lycan's tail is held high, as is her head, proud yet and almost unapologetic. Glancing over her shoulder once or twice, Mahri veers off to the left, disappearing into the shadows of trees once more.