KikiPond wrote:
I am wrote:Mood: Bored
Health: 78%
Where: In the Forest
Koranian felt a horrible feeling in his gut, a feeling like he knew he wasn't going to get out of this.
A feeling like it was either fight or flight - but, he couldn't 'fly' forever.
He stopped in his tracks, sending up dirt around him as he was running fast. He pivoted around, feeling his heart race, not with fear though, with adrenaline. Kora glared at the wolves who had also stopped, he knew all three of their names as he had been raised with them.
Tyrant, a dark orange colored wolf who was fairly small stood behind, and to the left of the largest, strongest and best fighter Kora knew. His name was Malkar and he was massive, not just in height, but in bulk too, his fur was gray and tinged red because of all the blood that he had spilled. To the right and behind Malkar was another wolf, an apprentice obviously as he was small and even though he looked strong and had a frightening pose, there was fear in the young, white wolfs eyes.
If he was to make himself remembered, he would go for the young white wolf. Kora knew that he would be able to do a lot of damage, maybe even kill the white one.
As he continued to think, he was interrupted by the booming sound of Malkar's voice, "Thinking who to attack first, I see it in your eyes Kora."
Kora didn't say a word before he charged. Malkar and Tyrant charged at Kora, but the white wolf was the last to charge. Malkar jumped at Kora but he managed to twist his body as he ducked, dodging him and Tyrant. He felt lucky that he had done this as he had the perfect position to take out the white wolf as he charged into his body, slamming the young wolf to the ground.