Post by Jerome on Jan 22, 2010 12:10:28 GMT -5
Every muscle in his body was prepped to spring into action. The old wolf descended into his battle state. Senses were heighted and on high alert while his claws were poised to strike. From outside appearances, the bulky form of a hybrid wolf appeared to be sluggish, almost clumsy. Yet when the accusers of such incorrect statements finally got their eyes opened as the wolf attacked, everything came to light. The speed, the agility, the sheer natural strength, the claws and fangs as weapons. It all came together to create one of the most deadly predators nature would ever push out into the world. Jerome simply waited silently, only giving a sidelong glance to the pup he was putting himself in danger for. Still, she lay safely hidden away from the battle, and he would be working to draw it away from there. This allowed his attention to be completely focused on the enraged hybrid in front of him.
The beta could already sense the annoyance and impatience in the younger wolf, the yearning for battle and shed blood. He only peeled hi lips back, baring fangs with a snarl ripping from his throat. Tension had rose and was about about to be pierced. The ebony wolf only lowered to the ground with the chill air brushing his pelt. The cold sensation was lost to him under his own personal fur coat and would not have been noticed if he was in human form. The sense of battle did something to him, brought him to all those times when assassinations were in action. All those times when he was locked in the heat of battle, attempting to silence the target. That’s exactly how this rambunctious wolf would be treated, just another target that needed to be silenced. The younger hybrid had openly challenged the beta of the pack and would dealt with accordingly. This was not a human affair where one would be reprimanded and possibly demoted, no, this was how it was done in the while. Breath even a hint of challenge, and you would feel the sharp lash of fangs to set you back in your place.
Then it happened, just as predicted the wolf lashed out, sending an overhead strike at him. Very green mistake and he would handle that swiftly. It was almost as if the strike was going In slow motion. Jerome stood there, the vicious snarl in his throat giving a fresh warning but to no avail, the strike still fell and he was prepared to move. That’s exactly what he did as muscles already tensed for movement, snapped into action. The large hybrid swooped away and quickly moved behind the attack. In the flash of a second, his own claws had lashed out at the offending wolfs shoulder with a roar, aiming to disable his arm from use and hopefully dissuade him from further engagement.
The ebony wolf then leapt back standing once more as he rested several feet away from the enraged hybrid. His entire maneuver had taken no more than a couple seconds, a testament to lycan speed and agility. If the younger hybrid wanted to continue, he’d be forced to end this quickly, and he could not guarantee this one would walk away with his life.
The beta could already sense the annoyance and impatience in the younger wolf, the yearning for battle and shed blood. He only peeled hi lips back, baring fangs with a snarl ripping from his throat. Tension had rose and was about about to be pierced. The ebony wolf only lowered to the ground with the chill air brushing his pelt. The cold sensation was lost to him under his own personal fur coat and would not have been noticed if he was in human form. The sense of battle did something to him, brought him to all those times when assassinations were in action. All those times when he was locked in the heat of battle, attempting to silence the target. That’s exactly how this rambunctious wolf would be treated, just another target that needed to be silenced. The younger hybrid had openly challenged the beta of the pack and would dealt with accordingly. This was not a human affair where one would be reprimanded and possibly demoted, no, this was how it was done in the while. Breath even a hint of challenge, and you would feel the sharp lash of fangs to set you back in your place.
Then it happened, just as predicted the wolf lashed out, sending an overhead strike at him. Very green mistake and he would handle that swiftly. It was almost as if the strike was going In slow motion. Jerome stood there, the vicious snarl in his throat giving a fresh warning but to no avail, the strike still fell and he was prepared to move. That’s exactly what he did as muscles already tensed for movement, snapped into action. The large hybrid swooped away and quickly moved behind the attack. In the flash of a second, his own claws had lashed out at the offending wolfs shoulder with a roar, aiming to disable his arm from use and hopefully dissuade him from further engagement.
The ebony wolf then leapt back standing once more as he rested several feet away from the enraged hybrid. His entire maneuver had taken no more than a couple seconds, a testament to lycan speed and agility. If the younger hybrid wanted to continue, he’d be forced to end this quickly, and he could not guarantee this one would walk away with his life.