Blood will Spill||Wolf RP||Accepting

[Byzantine]

( ok)

feuer looked at Conall but didn't do anything

[aura-]

he growled, looking at him with his one eye

[zelos]

Zorn sniffed the air and scented something. Fox. He took his scythe from his back and ran after the scent. He saw the little red creature curled up under a pine tree with three fox kits. Holding his scythe in his mouth he leapt into the shade of the tree and sliced the mother fox's throat, blood bubbling up from the huge gash. He watched in satisfaction as she fell to the ground. The kits yelped in fear, huddling near the trunk, and Zorn dropped his scythe, grinning darkly at them. He sprang at the middle one, the biggest, and pinned it to the ground with his huge paws. He listened to it cry in fear for a few moments, then bent down and bit into it's throat, feeling the warm blood wash into his mouth. The kit let out a blood curdling shriek and then lay still. He turned to the other two. One turned and ran, and he leapt upon it, landing on its back and listening to it's spine snap. It cried out and writhed in pain on the ground, helplessly. The last one whimpered in fear, and Zorn grabbed it in his jaws and flung it against a large boulder. It yelped and landed with the softest of thuds on the ground, trying to scrabble to its paws. The black wolf ran up to it and placed a paw on its stomach, pushing down hard. It squealed and blood began trickling from its mouth.

( Do you think that post is too violent? o.o )

[Byzantine]

Feuer still did nothing it wasn't in his nature to fight.

[aura-]

Moushi watched in fear, seeing what he did

Conall gripped his neck in his jaws and flinging him up and slamming him down

[zelos]

Zorn raised his head and grinned, licking blood from his muzzle. He padded over to his scythe and picked it, smelling wolf blood in the distance. Another fight? He followed the scent.

[aura-]

Moushi stayed hidden

[Byzantine]

Feuer was never taught to fight and didn't fight back

[aura-]

Conall growled, putting his paw on his snout and gripping his neck pulling, trying to rip his head

[Byzantine]

feuer didn't know what to do and just laid there not knowing what to do