Pride is survival (Wolf war/romance/horror)Accepting Two!

[breadstick]

"Yes...I am."

[Skillet Lover!]

Tiffany stood up and sighed, looking around

[Tordier]

Silver turned her head sideways to stare at Caleg with her intense gaze.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
As beta, she felt it was her duty to protect her alpha at any and all costs. Her ears swiveled backwards to track the movements of the hunters. They were getting close. In a few moments they would have enough visibility to shoot.
"Can you keep running?"

[YourWolf]

The fae wolf fell to the ground, her paw putting her agony.(Agony?) She didn't know what to do next. The she wolf thought, "Wait. I'm not going to die today!" She rises to her pads and bounds away. She ignors her paws pain and runs blindlessly throug the forest, and to her, the thorns and branches try to grab her but, they only scrap her skin and pull fur out of her sleek derma. Her pillars move as they are in are dancing to the wind and her tassle glides behind her bodice, flailing(Flailing?) She tried to hide her weakness but, she could only for a few moments. She skidded on a dime and comes across another lupe, Corenel. Her fur bristles all across her platform and on her flank. A booming snarl escapes her gapping dial as she crouches, ready to defend her life at all costs.

[breadstick]

"I'm sure I can." He nodded, his back end urting more than ever for the bullet was giving him heaps of pain.

"Who are you?" Corenel demended. His fur prickled and his claws came out, ready to attack.

[YourWolf]

Her orbs narrow and she spoke with a firm tone, "Who are you? I shall know before I give out names." She took another daring pad closer, testing how tolerant he is. A suspicous(Suspicous?..) liquid drips off her pelt, onto the terra.(No school for me irl! )

[breadstick]

(I'm off today, too!)

"I shall know your streangth before I give anything away," He challenged. His half ear twitched as another soft padding came up. "Oh." Corenel groaned sorely, "Hi Rolo."

Rolo's limbs ached as he spoke, "Not so pleasent to see you." Froth dribbled from his mouth in exhaustion.

[YourWolf]

She drops to her haunches, curling her tassle around her flank. Her optics move to the new figure, Rolo. She scans every feature of his torso. A soft breeze rushes through her pelt, "I shall not fight now, hun. Violence is not always the answer."

[breadstick]

"It is to me!" Corenel slashed her face meaningly as he spoke, "And don't you forget it!"

Rolo looked away as blood splatted everywere.

[YourWolf]

Her visage looks Corenels way and a low growl escapes her stomach and blood rushes down her all ready scarred up dial, "For a word of advice, sometime, your going to get killed that way." She stands to her pads and blood makes it way onto the terrain. A stream of blood runs into her mug, covering her ivories as she holds her urge to fight back. Her banner flicks through the atmosphere.