Angry Eyes

RE: Deacon, you come across an angry wolverine. @Enoki

Deacon had decided to take a strong just outside the borders. Rolling in and out of the willow trees to his content. No where in his mind was he thinking about going to far. Maybe just a few feet out of the borders before swerving back in so no one would be mad at him. Although in his weaving he caught scent of something rather musky. Trailing it with his nose he was unsure what it was...but the prince was well aware it was no wolf.

The trail was leading him underneath a willow tree. Spying a hole Deacon stopped. What was taking shelter underneath his willow trees? Staring momentarily he had noticed the musk was stronger now more then ever. Crawling forward Deacon barked...and maybe that's where he went wrong. Before he could even catch a glimpse into the whole a small but muscular animal came tackling forward. Its bear cub like form took Deacon beyond surprise. Although he tried to turn as quickly as possible the animal still managed to get a piece of him. It's harsh claws scraping the side of his shoulder. A loud yelp was given and the first thing to leave his mouth was a plead of names and help. "MOMDADSORYAENOKI!!" Every name just slipped together in a jumbled mess of his panic. Feeling the sting he looked at his shoulder. Oh gosh it was bad. It was oozing blood and it was stinging so bad. Seeing the ravenous animal in front of him he had his flight or fight reaction hit late. And it was definitely flight.

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Once again Enoki had found herself tracing the pack borders on the pursuit of the eldest prince, his personal aroma zig-zagging over the invisible line no doubt in search for something to appease his growing curiosity for all things not of the willows. It had become almost a full time chore for the piebald woman to keep tabs on the adventurous pup while attending to her already lengthy list of things she had to do during the day. Most of her time was already stocked in hunting, up-keeping the border when she could and helping to defend the pack from wary presences, not including helping to keep the princes in one piece. But today would be different as a new musky scent lay beneath the fresher scent of @Deacon who without a doubt was on the pursuit of this creature knowing just how curious he was. Great. Trouble was brewing and she knew it.  

Her thoughts were then a reality as two things happened in a split second. First the rusty odor of blood reached her nostrils and the second a plea of names including her own reached the sensitive velveteen of her ears in an obvious tone of panic. Oh crap! Not wasting another moment her body was set into motion as paws fell swiftly and hastily in the direction the plea had come from. Not even a full two minutes passed before Enoki came upon the scene beneath a willow tree on their side of the border. A fearsome creature though bear cub in size was chattering angrily at the young prince from the entrance of a hole most likely his den - while occasionally making mock charges with a swipe of his mightly claws to deter Deacon from coming any closer. Then there was the prince himself shaking in what she could only imagine was fear and adrenaline as her amber gaze settled on the gash that now adorned his shoulder with blood oozing from the wound. It looked bad and he would need to see one of the experienced herb dealers in the pack immediately to get it cleaned and closed before an infection could set in.

But first there was the immediate threat that Enoki would have to take care of before the two Ridge wolves could make a safe retreat. Instinctively her hackles raised defensively as her body maneuvered to act as a barrier between the wolverine and the prince.  As her amber gaze settled on the beady black eyes of the wolverine the ebony lining of her lips curled back to reveal the yellow stained canines that lay beneath, her jaws snapping fiercely at the beast while her tongue slithered past to lick at her nose. This creature no matter how tough would never lay another claw on her prince without becoming a nice throw rug for the den.

Taking a step away his eyes quickly shot to look at another creature making movement. It was Enoki! His sweet glorious savior. The Archer-Lyall had faith that she could get the ferocious beast and make its pelt his new bed in the den. But he was also worried that Enoki would end up with a wound like his. Now that he mentally mentioned it...

Staring at it as Enoki defended him he took a bit of a closer look. His fur around the three scratches, located on the right side of his shoulder, were damp with his blood. The stinging in his shoulder getting worse. He knew he would have to go see one of the two wolves he knew to be medics. Xetor or Elettra. What would they do though? Would he have to walk around with some sticky smelly plant on his shoulder? Or could he just eat something and become better? Feeling the pain he decided to back up a safe distance before sitting down.

Soon his sitting down stance turned into a laying down position. Laying down on his left side, as to make sure not to hurt the scratches he stared at Enoki and the foul creature. Whining softly he was scared for their safety. That thing had been so rude and violent. What if Enoki couldn't stop it and it went after his family? These horrid thoughts made him push himself up. Even though it was uncomfortable he stood behind his savior a good distance before calling out briefly. "Be safe!"

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She didn't dare take her angered gaze off the creature before her as she sensed Deacon moving behind her, hopefully to a safer distance to avoid adding a matching set of scratches to his other shoulder or anywhere else for that matter. 'You see what curiosity gets you?' Enoki mentally reprimanded the young prince before her snarls became fiercer the closer the wolverine dared to get in his attempt to ward off the now larger threat to his home. How would she go about this though? The Ashrelle had danced a couple times with these brave beast, but no time did she ever leave without at least a scratch or two upon her pelt. Of course they had scarred over and now lay hidden beneath the plush of her fur. There seemed to be no other way than going tooth to claw with the thing until he ran off in defeat or gave his last breath. A shaky 'Be safe' was briefly heard over the sound of the snarling and growls emitted from both wolf and wolverine, but she didn't dare look back at Deacon to reassure the little one and give the damn thing a chance to swipe out an eye. "I will to the best of my abilities." She settled on saying instead. There was no way she was coming out scratch free.  

Slowly her lithe body circled around all the while keeping her peripheral vision locked on the swarthy prince in case he tried to pull a fast one and go for him instead where she could quickly interject and take the hit. Luckily though the wolverine seemed intent on Enoki and kept his beady black gaze on her form, his body quickly turning on a dime to continue facing her head on. It was only once his back was to Deacon that Enoki made the first move and charged full force to try and take a bite at its exposed side while attempting to avoid the razor sharp daggers that came swinging for her jaw. It was a miss on both parts and thus the dance of stamina and wit continued.

Deacon's attention was taken away from his shoulder's pain by the sight of Enoki beginning her deadly dance with the angry wolverine. They spun in circles in a way that made him think of him and his brother's playing. Except for the fact that this was no game. Someone could get seriously hurt and someone already was seriously hurt. In fact it was the prince himself that lay there wounded and injured. Of course only the tinge of pain was lingering in his thoughts. About ninety nine percent of his attention was on his close to favorite woman. Oh how he prayed to any god she would make it out safe.

His breath rose and fell with each movement she took. Anxiety building as high as the tension. The Willow Ridge prince could have sworn he was going to yelp when the two creatures made a move after each other. Clamping on his tongue he watched how they both missed. A soft and but high pitched whine

Not realizing how bad his shoulder must truly be, how it stung and almost was begging him to lick it, the Lyall-Archer walked over to a spare tree leaning against it. Barking out towards nothing he hoped someone else may hear him. Someone to not only help him but help @Enoki fight off this ravenous beast. What happened if it couldn't be stopped? What if it got his parents or his brothers? What would happen if it got a good fight against anyone in the pack? Just the thought of a loose angry wolverine sent shivers down Deacon's spine.

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A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity

This is the only wounds I plan to have her acquire permanently from this so don't freak too much, little prince. :p

Ring around the rosy a pocketful of posies.. Round and around the two beast circled in their ballet duet, a side step by the piebald wolf matched by a side step and a bourrée in the opposite direction from the wolverine while the sound of snapping jowls and guttural growls filled the ears of anything within a certain perimeter of the gladiator arena as if the thickening scent of fresh spilled blood from the prince's shoulder wound wasn't enticing enough to draw out the creatures from the shadows to come watch the showdown that was unfolding by ring side. The willows were the ring and @Deacon 's whines of pain and fear were the bell signaling the ending of each round. Their lives the prize money. A jab from the opponent, a swing from the home champion.  

It was now time for the next step. One. two. three. She lunged forward again to drive her teeth into the plush fur of the opponents shoulder. Four. five. six. Success. The sweet metallic tang of blood greeted the taste buds of her tongue as her canines hung on for dear life to the flesh of the beast to get her point across that he was not getting out alive, a blood curdling squeal escaping the giant weasel as it now shared the pain it had bestowed upon the Ridge prince. Seven. Eight. An eye for an eye. A foolish mistake was made on Enoki's part for leaving her head exposed to the razor sharp claws that hung like eagle talons upon the wolverines back legs, falling victim to her mistake as he rose his right rear leg to attempt to pry and kick her from his shoulder. It was the burning sensation of flesh being torn open by nails that caused her vice grip to go slack allowing his shoulder to be free, her throat emitting a whimper as the woman staggered back to recover from the blow. Shit. If her body wasn't flooded with an overwhelming amount of adrenaline she would have been curled up on the floor in her pain, but alas the drug like endorphins kept it at bay.  

A solid pair of claw marks now marred the side of her muzzle, the crimson liquid trickling slowly from the fresh wound, but luckily for her it would heal in time with proper herb care from Elettra or Xetor and leave no lasting damage other than a pinkish scar. There was no space to think about calling for help now though as the impending threat remained alive before her. Ignoring the wound her ebony lips returned to their pulled back position to reveal the whites of her canines now coated in the blood of her rival. His blood was hers and soon his life and fur would be too. What a nice throw rug he would make for the pack regals, but first she had to kill him. And this would require more dance steps, and possibly more wounds.

 

(Thinking Enoki can take the little fella from behind while Deacon distracts?)

Deacon watched as @Enoki danced forward this time to possible place her teeth into the fur upon the wolverine's shoulder. She was successful! Deacon held back an excited yip as he watched the two. Enoki's moves seemingly graceful and the wolverine's moves seemingly a bit more brash in ways. While the sounds of snapping jowls and guttural growls may have filled the air Deacon found himself more focused on the scene then the sounds.

Things seemed too well. Everything was going so well in the Ridge wolves' favor. So when the angry little rodent got a hold of Deacon's guardian the prince went a bit haywire. His tail shot up high and his hackles raised. "HEY STUPID RAT!" The Archer-Lyall's prince sent his words with a harsh snap towards the wolverine's way. Leaning away from the tree he took a few foolish steps forward. Maybe if he could distract the wolverine Enoki could snag it from behind. A bit of harsh teamwork, right? "Come and get me if you can!" Another step taken forward from the boy's dark paws. Oh how silly one could be for another's safety. Especially since Enoki could surely handle this without Deacon's mouthy challenge towards the beast.

His fire lit eyes glanced at Enoki as if giving the go for her. Deacon also offered a few more barks and growls towards the wolverine to full get it's attention. When the horrid beast turned to face the prince a lump was swallowed. This plan would either work out dangerously horrible or terrifically well.

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It was in the midst of the growls and snarls that Enoki heard the young prince make his provoking calls to the 'stupid rat' as he had put it, her amber gaze quickly leaving the beast before her to catch the swarthy pup take a few foolish steps forward. Within the depths of her eyes there was no mistaking the 'what are you doing?' statement that swam in the liquid amber. "Come and get me if you can!" Deacon challenged the wolverine further with a snap of his jaws to entice the thing into falling for his bait. But it was the look in his fiery gaze that finally made the piebald woman realize what it was he was aiming to do by luring the enemy in his direction. He was trying to give her the opportune moment to nail him from behind and hopefully bring this war to a bloody end. Ebony colored crown dipped in understanding before the beast lost all interest in the larger wolf and turned his full attention to the awaiting prince making all these cat-calls of sorts with his barks and growls.

This was it. This was the only time she would have for a clean shot at the back of the wolverine's neck and bring its life to an end. No hesitation met Enoki as she leaned back on her haunches like a coiled spring ready to be released and propelled her body forward with jaws splayed open to reveal the blood stained teeth waiting to wrap around its target, the nuisance's vital neck and break it. A sickening snap and blood curdling scream muffled by the gurgles of his own blood filling his throat filled the air as her canines sank into the flesh deeper and deeper while the metallic liquid filled her mouth and even began to trickle slowly down her throat. God what a divine taste it was drinking the blood of your enemies. There was only minuscule struggle and thrashing from the fallen beast before its body went limp beneath the weight of her body. Heaving heavily her sides rose and fell with each deep breath she took between loud growls that were muffled by the oily hairs of the beast in her mouth. The fight was over, the home champion had won again. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.

Once confident the pile of fur beneath her was completely dead her jaws released its hold on the back of its broken neck, her amber pools quickly moving to settle on the form of @Deacon. "That was foolish of you to do Deacon. What if he was quicker than I and attacked you again?" She scolded in the fire of her anger before a wave of relief came to extinguish it, shoulders dropping in said relief. "But i'm glad you're okay for the most part. Let me check that shoulder out." Moving her legs to step over the sprawled wolverine her muzzle lowered to get a better look at the damage that was done.

It worked like he wanted it too. His taunting had allowed Enoki to end the angry bastards life by the snap of a neck. The sound coming from the dying creature was upsetting and also rather exciting. He had helped by playing a role in ending this beast's life. While Enoki had done most of the work the young Archer-Lyall also liked to think he had done something too.

Of course where Deacon had been expecting praise for his boldness he had instead got harsh words from Enoki. Allowing a small growl and mumble of harsh words under his breath the dark furred prince scrunched his shoulders. "I did it because I have no doubt in you, Enoki. I know you would have killed it anyways! No way that thing is too fast for you." Perhaps Deacon was giving Enoki a whole lot of props but he certainly thought Enoki was one of the strongest speediest wolves of the Ridge.

"Oh, yeah." Moving a bit closer to Enoki he exposed his right shoulder to her. The marks clearly would leave a scar under his dark fur, which would likely hide it for the most part. "It stings a bit. Maybe we should go see my mom and have her clean it up for me." The Archer-Lyall was aware his mother was good at many things and healing just so happened to be one of those things. Although Deacon almost wanted to bet his tooth that his mother would also be upset he had even decided to tempt the fates by messing with some angry wolverine.

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