let's play a game (DUSTY)

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siyl

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Siyl quickly found herself dangling in the folds of a net made from her own churning emotions. She was unsure of what to do- so confused. The years of posing as the 'good' wolf, the 'innocent' wolf that never got into fights, they must've had some effect.
She was...scared of what the wolf might do. It was made clear in her mind immediately after she insulted the wolf that she crossed some sort of imaginary boundary for insults. She stumbled onto unknown territory where simple words can end up into fights.

She tried reminding herself the wolf was harmless. It was small, smaller than her own stocky body- it was feeble with hardly any muscle, it looked young and naive. Yet she couldn't shake feeling incredibly cautious.


Then again, she was so...liberated. A little spark of her irritation seeped out, and it felt marvelous. Let them know what she thought as she looked at them! Let them cringe when she walked by because they know, let them fear her.
She wanted to be the formidable beast, the vindictive loner...and now she had her chance, a redeeming moment to show a petty wretch who she really was.

Caution and a sting of regret continued to plague her thoughts, no matter how desperately she tried to ignore them. Slowly she walked away from the wolf, tail swishing vehemently to hide any clues that she was nervous.
She never was a good fighter.

To break her own personal angst, the wolf spoke. Words pouring from its mouth were tinged with fury and fear. It gave Siyl some sort of a boost- she was feared, she deserved to be feared.
Despite her pride in being feared, Siyl couldn't help but nearly giggle at how the wolf used blunt phrases such as 'not the friendliest of wolves' in a vain effort of remaining cordial.
Why didn't the wolf go out and say it hated her? Why beat around the bush?
Next it went on to entertain her with a 'you are a little blunt with making it seem like others are lower than you' comment.
Only to you I am, Siyl thought to herself in response.

"Hah," she chuckled playfully, her head rotating back to face the wolf. You're the one who's blun-".


Siyl's words were cut off by pressure on her shoulder that increased as time passed. She felt the indention of claws. Her pupils grew as she witnessed the puny, tawny-colored wolf...attack her!
After the attack, it yelled at her, screaming that apparently its name was Dusty- like Siyl cared.

"What's your problem?" Siyl immediately roared, springing to her feet. She was positive that by now, her fur was standing on end. She expected the wolf to attack her earlier, knew the odds were great...butt o have it actually happen!

She faked her voice to sound condescending, although she felt like trembling.
"Well, well, little Dusty trying to attack me. Not even blood!" Her gaze flickered briefly to her shoulder just to confirm it.
"Oh dear, you're in deep trouble now. And for the record, I'm Siyl. Nice to meet you too."
She managed a malicious smile as she said her name before springing forward, her mouth gaped up and snapping, ready to grab anything it could hold on to. Siyl wasn't sure of how accurate her attack would be, however- she was so stunned by Dusty's ambush that she could hardly focus.


WORD COUNT: 668
NOTES: Yay! Fighting!
-flail-
I'm sad Siyl isn't gushing blood from Dusty's attack though.
Yet, it wouldn't be logical...not even a scratch and Siyl could possibly die from blood loss. Loool, that'd be so comical.

One day, when I kill her off (I love her though, so I might not, or when I do it might be a long way away) I'll have her die from blood loss.
Epic. She'll know she'll die too, which is the really tragic part...just seeing all that blood gush out of you.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. ^^

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[ Siyl's anger makes her attack more lethal, yet her shock lessens her aim. Her sharp teeth come into contact with Dusty's ear, easily ripping through flesh. ]

[Dusty]

Dusty jumped back after the attack, if you could call it that. Really, she just wanted to whack some sense into this stranger. Problem was, she wasn't exactly just going to hit someone in the head, where she wanted to aim. The shoulder was well enough, though. Maybe it would leave a sore or bruise, she didn't doubt it. Dusty had put some force into the hit.

Now this wolf was blaming everything on her. Was this really Dusty's 'problem'? Absolutely not! She had nothing wrong with her, except for some kind of hatred this wolf was stirring up that she couldn't quite pinpoint for what purpose. Dusty flattened her ears, keeping her gaze levelly on this stranger, who now claimed her name was 'Siyl'. Siyl, she would truly remember this name.

Especially since, sinking in a little too late, Dusty realized what trouble she was in. No one in her pack was around to save her, which meant this fight was all up to her. And, to add to the pressure, Dusty had let her anger get the best of her and she had started the fight. How idiotic of her! But, thinking sensibly, she gave herself some credit because she had never really, truly felt anger. She had gotten mad, but not exploded like a bomb, which is almost what it felt like to her. Attacking another, it was like someone flipped a switch inside of you and all common sense was gone.

Dusty crouched low. "Well, nice to meet you, too, Siyl," she said, sneering this stranger's name. Dusty had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before Siyl was leaping at her. Dusty's ears perked up, and she jumped back, feeling teeth dig into her ear and rip through flesh as she did so, her jumping back only making it worse. She bit down on her tongue, determined not to let out a sound. It hurt, bad. It stung, mostly. She'd no doubt have a nice knick to add to her appearance, and most said she was a fair beauty with her shining coat dusted with brown.

Dusty let out a growl jumping forward from her position underneath Siyl, who had just torn some flesh out of her ear. Claws extended, she aimed both of her front claws to rip into Siyl's shoulder flesh, or at least knock her off balance. Dusty had no experience with fighting. Play fighting as a pup, yes, but nothing serious like this. Right now, though, she knew this was life or death.

[nova ♥]

[ Dusty's most recent attack lands both unsheathed claws on Siyl's already bruised shoulder. Blood is drawn, and her claws are deep. ]

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siyl

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The adrenaline pulsing through her body made each sound clear as Siyl lunged. Her eyes were closed, something she knew she shouldn't do but did it anyway because she couldn't think. Yet even with the temporary absence of sight, she found herself knowing what she was doing.
The crackling of her joints in a fluid movement as she pounced on Dusty, the rapid snaps of her jaw yearning to catch on to something, a cold breeze chilling her teeth, and the fading words of the wretch saying that it was glad to meet her too. For a fleeting moment Siyl was caught in the midst of motion, her body in the air as she reached Dusty.
She was so close to Dusty that she could feel the wretch's fur skim over hers, feel the wolf's warm body and skeleton.

Then quickly she felt something in her mouth, something delicately thin. It was hot too, stinging with the heat of the sun. Its short hairs tickled her tongue. Siyl wasn't sure it was, but it had to be something.
She bit hard on it. She felt her teeth puncture it, felt it tearing so easily.

The pungent taste of salty blood filled her mouth, and so did something that felt a bit fleshy. Siyl opened her eyes wide, realizing how close she was to Dusty, realizing what she had done when her eyes passed the wolf's ear battered and bleeding.

Quickly Siyl spat out the blood and the little bit of flesh she had caught in her teeth. Her lips were outlined in the liquid red drops, her teeth stained with their rosy hue.
A low growl emitted from her mouth, her eyes flashing wildly as she saw Dusty jump back, startled. There was distance between the two again- that was good. Being close was being vulnerable.

Siyl raised her tail and waved it like a banner, threatening the wolf to come closer and counter her attack. Dusty's face was withered in a grimace, her jaw clenched, her body's muscles tensed in her stance.

So quickly things happened. A growl reverberated in the forest's silence, and then Siyl saw a flash of movement heading for her. She noticed a gruesome detail- Dusty's dark claws were extended, their pointy ends gleaming in the shards of sunlight.
She recoiled, knowing that Dusty was aiming to do damage..yet it was too late. A stab of pain raced through her, and then Siyl caught a glimpse of blood staining her rust-colored pelt. The claws went in deep, too deep, in her shoulder.

The pain was indescribable, the blood and the sweat making it only worse. Siyl yelped, but hardly realized it- sound was a mixture of meddled noises she couldn't separate.
Shrinking, Siyl stepped back, her eyes glistening with anger and hurt.

"You're such a fool," she managed to say in a quiet tone. In a flash she positioned herself adjacent to Dusty and opened her mouth, aiming right for the wolf's flank. If successful, Siyl planned on digging deep, just like the wolf dug deep in her.


WORD COUNT: 503
NOTES:
I was starting to wonder how we'll end the battle. Not that it will be ended anytime soon, because I love it, but eventually it will need to end. xD
Any ideas on how to let it get to that end? Be kind of awkward for the wolves to be like "Bah I'm tired, let's stop." and then have them carry on their merry way.

[nova ♥]

[ Dusty is still attached to Siyl's shoulder. Siyl twists around and sinks her teeth into Dusty's flank. They draw a LOT of blood. If they had been in Dusty's neck, she would have easily died. ]

[Dusty]

Dusty could feel her claws sink deep into Siyl's shoulders on either side, raking down a little. Her mind was so focused, and she barely heard anything around her. Somewhere far off it seemed, a yelp escaped Siyl's lips. Blood instantly poured from the wounds she had created, the wet sticky liquid staining her paws. She wrinkled her nose just slightly, the scent of rust and salt filling her nose. The last thing she had smelled truly this disgusting with absolutely no flavor or such, as prey smelled when hunting, would had to have been a dead carcass.

Dusty dug her claws in deeper, closing her eyes. She prayed that, for one, nobody back in her pack would ask how she received any of her wounds, especially if she gained any worse than the one on her ear. Which, most likely, she would. She also prayed that she wouldn't die.

Dusty opened her eyes again, staring at her paws. They were stained crimson from blood, and Siyl's pelt around her shoulders was also the same color of red. Being this close, Dusty realized how much differently Siyl smelled from her pack. She was so used to the sounds, sights, and scents of her family and hunting in the wild compared to another pack's scent. This was only the second or third time she had come across a stranger.


From the corner of her eyes, she saw something move. Dusty's golden eyes darted to Siyl. She twisted underneath Dusty's grip, but Dusty kept a firm hold on her opponent. A growl reverberated from deep in her throat and chest when she saw Siyl lung for another bite, this one aimed toward her mid-section. Mentally, she prepared herself, but she couldn't stop the searing pain that sunk into her sides and burned. Dusty's growl turned into something like a mixed whimper, and she lashed her tail, digging her claws into Siyl's shoulder wounds deeper against the pain.

"I'm not the fool," she murmured between clenched jaws and teeth. Only her subconscious mind told her that Siyl had spoken. Dusty had been trying to block out anything that could distract her. She winced as she twisted in Siyl's grip, unlatching her claws from Siyl's shoulders and crouching down, pushing all her weight upward to crash into Siyl's chest.

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[ Dusty's claws detach from Siyl. Syl's teeth stay embedded in Dusty's flank, drawing more and more blood. Dusty forces her weight toward Siyl, unlatching Siyl and knocking her so that she loses balance. ]

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siyl

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Siyl twisted.
She could feel the flesh tear as she threw her head side to side.
Siyl pulled.
She could feel the fur tickle her tongue, feel blood flood her mouth, feel the muscles in that wretch's flank stretch.

Oh yes, Dusty would feel pain. Dusty would feel a lot of pain, that pathetic wolf. She would feel the pain Siyl felt when she tore her shoulder.
Siyl tried to toss the image of those black claws in the air, glistening in the sun's warmth for a single moment before smashing down on her shoulders.


Siyl smiled to herself, her mouth outlined in a bloody froth...Dusty's blood. The flank was red now, a solid streak of red. Siyl wasn't sure what the real cut looked like because of the blood, but she was sure despite the wound's size, it would hurt. Hurt was what she wanted this wolf to feel.

Dusty seemed to want to hurt Siyl as well. As if the pain had been gathering up during the entire battle, it struck Siyl in a swift motion.
The pain! Like being burned...it never ceased. It stung, it pierced her mind, it made her release one more whimper. The Dusty wretch was literally raking her claws in her flesh, her flesh. Siyl saw the red in the corners of her eyes, the mess Dusty was making of her shoulder.

"You bitch! Siyl snarled, raising her paw in a feeble attempt to bat at Dusty. The paw, she realized, was caked with the glistening crimson- blood. Hers or Dusty's, she didn't know.
Everything was muddled with blood. The earth, the surrounding plants, the air- caked with the odor of blood, caked with the sight of dark maroon.

Was she going to die?

Siyl squirmed and wiggled under Dusty's grip with her mouth still glued to her flank, biting at whatever her teeth could reach. Dusty's claws hurt more the more she moved. In the distance Siyl heard Dusty's voice, protesting that she wasn't the fool. Siyl didn't even have the motivation to remind Dusty of why she was a fool- nothing mattered but to escape.

Finally...finally..Siyl felt the claws slip from under her skin. The pain subsided, but not enough to disapper. Siyl glared at Dusty and bit harder on the flank, desperate to cause as much suffering to the wretch as she could before Dusty could shake her off.
Yet soon, too soon, Dusty did shake her off. With a violent motion, Dusty collided into Siyl.

Siyl stumbled, her teeth losing grip on her flank. She fell...she fell! She was on the ground, in the puddle of red, the sticky blood hanging off her fur.

For a moment, Siyl panicked. She was on the ground, she was vulnerable, the blood..whose was it? Was it hers? Was she going to die?
She glanced at Dusty, feverish with the knowledge that the single petty wolf managed to do all that to her. It was unacceptable, intolerable, out of line.
That Dusty wolf would pay.

Siyl opened her mouth and roared, scrambling to get up. She kept her body low, almost as if she was hugging the earth, when she got back on her feet. Her tail flicked back and forth with fury.


"You think you'll get away with this? Huh? Guess what, you wretch, you're not."

Ignoring the pain soaring through her veins, Siyl lunged, aiming right underneath Dusty's chin. She hoped to get close enough to bite the wretch in the neck and leave it there to bleed to do death.


WORDS: 574
NOTE TO NOVA:
I'm asking you to please let Siyl fail this attack. For starters, she's already pretty shaken by the whole blood thing and the fact that's she's fighting, which practically never happens for her. So in this state of panic, she wouldn't be able to aim well, etc.

Secondly, my idea was to have her miss and from there start the slow decline of accuracy in her attacks. With each of Dusty's attacks after this, my plan was to have her go slightly more desperate and crazed. It'd be fun. xD

So yeah, just a note to you.

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[ Siyl's desperation makes her stumble, and her teeth simply graze Dusty's ankle. ]