let's play a game (DUSTY)

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siyl

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Moments before Siyl opened her mouth to clamp down on Dusty's muzzle, she stared at the wolf. In Dusty's right eye, half closed to shield itself from blood and saliva, was the remains of the foamy spit she fired not long ago.
Dusty noticed Siyl staring, and retorted (with much effort on her part, considering Siyl was latched to her lip) that if Siyl got off, she would too.
Doubt it, Siyl thought in quiet response.

With that reminder of her spit-based victory, a sliver of motivation, Siyl snapped her jaws. Like she planned, Dusty didn't expect her to bite and therefore couldn't deflect the attack- Siyl's mouth successfully clamped over that wretch's.

Despite the bloody mess she had become, Siyl was glad she got in this fight. To show that harlot that she was nothing more than scum- it was worth the stinging in her shoulder, the searing pain on her belly, everything.
Siyl watched Dusty closely, basking in the wolf's fury. A spit-slathered eye opened and stared at her angrily, unable to do anything but fume because she, oh yes, she caught the pathetic little wolfy off guard.
It was expected. Siyl was bigger, stronger, from the mighty Sousepack. Before that she had the heritage of decent wolves- not runts, not invalids, good wolves. And of course, Dusty never had a chance anyway. She was too blunt, too modest, too unfit for the brutal world.
Why, Siyl might have been doing her a favor by showing her how lowly she was. Siyl felt pleased at that thought, tongue flicking over the maw successfully trapped in her mouth.

Of course, that wretch just had to ruin everything. With a simple push, Siyl felt the searing pain again in her belly. Dusty's claws were digging in again as the wolf tried to get hold on her neck. The claws attached to the limbs clinging to her neck extended and dug into her neck, perhaps even piercing the skin. Siyl growled, a low warning for Dusty to knock it off or else.
Yet again, Dusty couldn't listen. She couldn't just give up- for some reason, the harlot wanted to continue the fight.

It made Siyl think of what she would do. The pain in her shoulder was strong, throbbing as Dusty applied more and more weight on it- even if the wolf was measly, she was too heavy for Siyl to carry like that. But the pain in her shoulder could compare nothing to the burning gashes along her underside. Her belly, she was sure, would be scarred when the fight ended.
As for Dusty? Oh, that wretch received her share of the bruises. A torn ear, flank torn, spit in her eye, lip cut, ankle grazed.

But was it worth for her to continue on? She lost a lot of blood- too much, but not deadly...not yet. The pain...it was nearly unbearable, she was inches away from dropping to the ground as her body was wrecked with the cuts.
Dusty would keep on fighting if she could, Siyl knew that, because the wolf was a fool and therefore would ruin their life on a measly quarrel. Was she going to be the one that died just because of a fight like this?

Siyl shook her head quickly with Dusty's maw still inside, expecting to give the wolf a bit of a shake. Then in one brief moment, she let Dusty's mouth go.
"You're not worth it," she said gruffly, lurching forward abruptly in an attempt to throw the wolf off her. Looking around, Siyl was surprised at the blood on the surrounding area. Everything was caked with it, the dark red liquid. Including Dusty- her flank dyed the color, trickles of blood from her ear spilling onto her features, giving her the appearance of some crazed savage.

Siyl had to wonder how bad she looked. Her fur was naturally rather red, but now...
She didn't like thinking about it.

WORD COUNT: 644
NOTES:
Ended a bit abruptly (to me, anyway).
But I've exhausted every idea for a possible attack and Siyl is torn up and if I continued it she'd probably get mad for me making her a mess. xD

So yeah.
Hmm..wondering on how, for our next thread, we could get the two together again. Not for a fight, but a slinging of insults, torment, etc.

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[ Siyl successfully throws Dusty off her back, and subtly forfeits. Dusty is the victor. ]

[Dusty]

First it was tickling Siyl's fur, but after a moment she dug her claw's into the wolf's neck successfully. After the shoulder pain, Dusty figured that Siyl's shoulders and neck must be sore, bruised, and stinging. Dusty could feel twice the blood seeping into her paw fur now.

Her pain was most likely Siyl's pain. It wasn't as if either of them had gotten away with no wounds, they were both pretty much equally wounded with even less blood than they had started the battle with. A ripped ear, a gashed belly, a scratched ankle, bleeding shoulders. They were even, but for some reason Dusty didn't agree. This wolf wasn't letting up, which gave Dusty no choice but to keep on fighting for her own life.

Deep inside, Dusty truly couldn't wait just to go home, back to her pack and back to safety, and collapse in some soft grass and take a nap. She wanted nothing more to do with blood. She could even skip her meal tonight. No deer or rabbit or elk, or any food, for her tonight. She just wanted a nap, she didn't care if she still bled. But the shaman would have to tend to her wounds, or she'd most likely die. Her side wound wasn't exactly non-fatal, after all. It was probably just on the brink of fatal. Still, a nap sounded nice, and it was probably because of that side wound that Dusty felt tired. Losing blood didn't exactly give you more energy. Just the opposite, it took it all away.

Dusty really wondered what was going on in Siyl's mind. She knew that a wolf's nature was to hunt and survive, but Dusty thought back to the beginning of the fight? She had only hit Siyl's shoulder, with claws not drawn. Why had this wolf fought back? For the main reason that she thought she was better? Or because of bloodlust? Dusty didn't know. She didn't want to dwell much on it, either. The current task at hand was to get Siyl off of her muzzle and to survive.

And just as Dusty thought of that, Siyl let go of her mouth without warning after a quick shaking. Dusty leaned away from Siyl in surprise, shaking her head on her own this time. Her claws retracted from Siyl's shoulder as Sily shook her off, and Dusty flipped over onto her feet, scrambling out from underneath Siyl. She gave her pelt a quick shake. There was pain all over her body.

Dusty's ears flicked as Siyl spoke, and she narrowed her golden eyes. "If I wasn't worth it in the first place, why'd you even fight back?"

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siyl

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Mustering the remaining strength in her stocky body, in a swift motion Siyl lurched forward abruptly. She felt the wolf's hind legs slip from their cling on her belly, felt Dusty's limbs wrapped around her neck become loose.
With a quiet thud, Dusty fell to the ground.

Siyl stepped back to observe her work. The heap of bloody fur remained still for a moment- Dusty must have been shocked at her sudden choice. But quickly the heap of fur became animated, and morphed into a mess of limbs and body. Dusty scrambled to her feet, looking slightly frazzled at Siyl's change of heart. Her features curving into a snicker, Siyl watched it a few feet away, tail dancing.
Clearly confused but still enraged, Dusty narrowed her eyes and spoke, questioning why Siyl even fought.

For a moment, Siyl had to ponder. How could she word why she fought- a reason intertwined with her frustration, anger, situation, everything- in such a simple way even that dense, relentless wretch could understand?
At the challenge in Dusty's tone, Siyl crinkled her nose and came up with the best answer she could give.
"It's difficult for a clown to realize how foolish they are, isn't it? Let me enlighten you, little Dusty.
You. deserved. it."
She said the last words slowly, drawing out the last syllables. Edging closer to Dusty, feet away from her face, Siyl continued.
"You had the nerve to taunt me!" A pang of rare aggressiveness hit her. She wanted to snap, but knew that it wouldn't be good for either of them to start fighting again. The pain in her shoulder was enough of a reminder of the fight.
"Of course," Siyl added, walking in a slow circle around Dusty.
"The so-called 'taunts' were rather petty, but you tried nevertheless. With that, I just had to put you in your place. And I suppose I did, huh? Why, I think this was a rather humbling experience for you, in fact. When you get home to your little Torridpack friends, you get show off battle wounds. I'd be proud if I were you."

WORD COUNT: 346
NOTES: I want Dusty to like, whack Siyl hard for this. xD

[Dusty]

Dusty studied Siyl's red pelt. It had a crimson hue to it now. Dusty's gray and brown pelt probably held the same decoration, although she wouldn't exactly call it that. She swiveled her head around, licking at her side wound. It was still bleeding, just a little more slowly now. All they would have to go home with was caked blood stuck to their fur, and some deep wounds that would probably open up on the journey back to their own lands. Dusty was glad Siyl wasn't in her own pack.

She cleaned off a tad bit of the blood on her pelt, turning to the small scratch on her ankle and licking that. Dusty was oblivious to Siyl as she thought of an answer to the question at hand. Dusty wasn't exactly sure that Siyl wouldn't attack, but she wasn't exaclty sure that Siyl wasn't to continue the fight, either.

Dusty lifted her head, giving it a shake. She couldn't reach the ear wound, so she turned her gaze on Siyl as the wolf answered. Was Siyl so high up that she had to give a speech? She wondered. Although, now, it didn't really surprise her. "A clown? A wretch? 'Little Dusty'. Are name games the only thing you can throw around, or is that all you have in your dignity?" Dusty wondered. Dusty's eyes followed Siyl as she moved in a circle. The brown and gray femme followed Siyl around the circle. She didn't feel threatened, surprisingly.

"I had to taunt you!" Dusty barked. "I never taunted you. I wanted to know why you were rude, bringing down those around you? Hmm, sounds to me like you're living a lie. And you accuse me of taunting you, what are you doing right now? You obviously think I'm weak and lowly, that 'I'm not worth it'. I do believe that you're the one who gave up."


Notes: yeah, not so great, sorry Patron xD I know you wanted 'Dusty to whack Siyl hard', but for some reason the image I had in my mind disappeared.

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siyl

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From an outsider's view, it was easy to compare the panting, bloody Siyl to a vulture. Snorting as she did so, she circled Dusty, tongue lolling out and eyes flickering wildly. With her tail dancing vehemently like a cat planning its next move, in a tight circle she restlessly walked around Dusty.

Siyl held back her growl, rather, she waited for Dusty's little retort to her statement. It was expected- after only a meager fight, she knew the peon so well that every move was practically predictable. Dusty, Siyl expected, would fire a comeback of something along the lines of denying everything she said, or perhaps calling her 'mean'.
Mean. Hah, the word couldn't even stretch to fit her.

Siyl watched as Dusty licked a patch of dried blood off. She sighed, impatiently eyeing the wolf. How dim-witted- couldn't even respond to her insults.
Yet fortunately, after Dusty managed to pry off a newly formed scab, she responded, critizing Siyl's choice of words.
Wow, Siyl mulled to herself. The wolf couldn't find anything better to do than critize her mere words. Siyl had to admit she was disappointed- she expected more from the runt.


Yet soon, Dusty did say more. Denying the Siyl's claim about the taunting was a futile choice, yet Siyl watched and listened anyway, contemplating sitting down or yawning. Maybe lay down, relax a bit as Dusty rambled on. It was a tantalizing option.

When Dusty ended her glorious lecture, Siyl quickly took it upon herself to reply. Blinking her eyes sleepily and yawning, she spoke.

"Aww, little Dustypuff is upset. Why don't you go back to your pack and take a nap? It might serve you good. I might even take a nap myself."
She smiled.
"And, you may want to get those cuts looked at. Could get infected- you never know!"

WORD COUNT: 297
NOTES:
Looks like the fight thread is nearly through.
-sniffle-
Buut oh well, we'll simply organize another thread.

[Dusty]

Dusty licked her lips, panting after practically taking her anger out on Siyl. Sure, Siyl somehow knew how to hit every nerve in Dusty's body, but so what? That didn't give Dusty any right to rant like a child. Dusty had to actu mature. She needed to compose herself around SIyl. It was as if this wolf knew whatever she was thinking.

It wouldn't much surprise Dusty if Siyl did know what she was thinking. The wolf had probably had some of thos powers that some wolves had, but Dusty lacked. But, still, that didn't make Siyl any more wiser than Dusty herself. She was just bigger, and she knew it. And she thought she was the best because of it. Cocky Siyl!

Dusty watched Siyl practically make herself comfortable after circling her once more, as if none of this was worth her time. And 'Dustypuff'? Dusty resisted the urge to act like a pup and actually puff out her fur to make herself look bigger, a tactic she had learned while hunting since most thought she was small. And, it was true, she was, and she was the runt of her little - almost having not survived. That didn't give anyone a right to use that against her, though.

Dusty cocked her head to one side. "A nap sounds nice, doesn't it?" She agreed with bitter sarcasm. She returned Siyl's smile. "And my pack need not worry about me, I can take care of myself. My wounds will be fine. But what about you? Your shoulder and neck is pretty torn up."

If Siyl wanted to fake friendliness, Dusty could play that game. She shook her head in exasperation. Siyl was getting on her last nerves. Truthfully, she wanted this to be the last she saw of the Sousepack wolf. Dusty flicked her ears, turning around. "And you claim I'm not worth your time," she muttered, turning around to head back home and leave blood, cocky Siyl where she was at. Dusty glanced over her shoulder at the wolf before, with her two back feet, kicking up some dust in her direction.


Notes:

[/i] hm, I'll take the liberty of ending this...unless you wanted to post one last time and have it be the end xD
This has been fun![/blockquote]

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'let's play a game' IS COMPLETE!
-confetti falls-

It is now moved to the archives so other peoples can view it.
HOORAY!

(( And on a side note Dusty, I had a lot of fun with this too. ^^ Sad to see it end, but it had to. -sob- ))