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02-18-2013, 05:56 PM
As the bobcats prepared for the fight they began to observe the two wolves. The white one was quite large and it seemed like he would be the hardest to fight with. He looked like he had a lot of muscle, unless it was just his fur messing with their pitiless grey eyes. The red ones very small though. Her body frame was frail and she would be easy for them to take. But the felines knew to not let their eyes fool them. The two bobs were small themselves and they found this an advantage for them. While some might think of them as weak because of their build they could trick them. But the duo knew that wolves are smart and are not easy to hoax.
As the two began to talk the smaller began to feel a bit unsure of the wolves. They seemed to know what they were doing. He gave his brother the eye, but the taller one just rolled his eyes. He would not let them get to his head. The next thing the tall bob could remember was feeling a dagger-like feeling cut through his throat. The pain filled his body and he wanted to scream out, but he knew that he could not let the wolf know of his pain. He lifted up his paw, then let his claws extend to full length. He aimed right at the head of the white wolf.
The smaller cat manged to dodge the grip of the red wolf. His eyes were dilated with the fear that rushed through him. ‘Oh god, I knew this wasn’t a good idea.’ He thought as he saw blood spurt out of his brother’s neck. Finding himself not paying attention, a burning feeling came right to his chest and face. Heat ten times the temperature of the warmth of the sun rushed through him. He dropped to the ground and rubbed his chest and face of the dirt, getting the fire off of his singed fur and skin. Now full of madness, he attempted to pin the fae down and grip his claws onto her face.
The battle would be bloody, but only one side can win.
As the two began to talk the smaller began to feel a bit unsure of the wolves. They seemed to know what they were doing. He gave his brother the eye, but the taller one just rolled his eyes. He would not let them get to his head. The next thing the tall bob could remember was feeling a dagger-like feeling cut through his throat. The pain filled his body and he wanted to scream out, but he knew that he could not let the wolf know of his pain. He lifted up his paw, then let his claws extend to full length. He aimed right at the head of the white wolf.
The smaller cat manged to dodge the grip of the red wolf. His eyes were dilated with the fear that rushed through him. ‘Oh god, I knew this wasn’t a good idea.’ He thought as he saw blood spurt out of his brother’s neck. Finding himself not paying attention, a burning feeling came right to his chest and face. Heat ten times the temperature of the warmth of the sun rushed through him. He dropped to the ground and rubbed his chest and face of the dirt, getting the fire off of his singed fur and skin. Now full of madness, he attempted to pin the fae down and grip his claws onto her face.
The battle would be bloody, but only one side can win.
