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12-31-2012, 02:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-31-2012, 02:40 PM by Random Event.)
Her body rises into the sky, but the alpha crouched beneath where her feet were, blood just starting to turn his muzzle pink where he'd bitten into her, was already rolling on his sides to escape the plummet of her hooves. He is not alpha of the pack without reason.
The violet mare's attention is elsewhere anyway as the second wolf drives its fangs into her hock. He can almost taste the fear through the humm of blood coursing into his jaws. It drives him mad with hunger and superiority. He wishes to rip her limb from her body and so he doesn't let go. He doesn't let go even when she's kicked him three times in the gut.
It's the fourth that sends him flying. He remains motionless on the ground, a heap of tangled fur and stains.
That enrages the remainder of the pack. The alpha along with his two brethren charge at the mare as she backs to the cliff. She's foolish to think dancing on the rim is wise, though they have little want to push her over and have to lap their dinner from the splatter found on the ground.
Snarling like thunder and moving like lightning the wolves came at her like an effortless storm. The alpha ran first, flanked on either side by his brothers. Abruptly they pulled ahead, paws so swift they sounded like rain breezing over the earth. Their bodies swallowed the alpha and their teeth flashed as either one aimed for the girl's fetlocks.
From behind, in the moment just before the two split, the alpha leapt onto their backsides and pushed himself into the air, fore paws thrashing for the mare's face while his jaws sought to clamp about her velvet nose.
