Post by Immortal Swine on Nov 4, 2009 20:07:12 GMT -5
The gray Werewolf emerged from the cover of the tree, atlast allowing itself to be vulnerable to the hunter's silver. The hunter pulled back the arrow and shot it again. The arrow flew through the air, flying towards its commanded target. The Werewolf rushed twards it, placing its clawed hand in the air, the arrow hitting his hand instead of body. The beast flinched but kept moving, heavy steps pounding against the soft mud that surrounded the swamp.The Hunter cursed, he would have to kill this Werewolf first, then concentrate on the other unfortunate soul. The Werelion fought againt the other Wolf, but that was a fight that meant little to the hunter, he had to save his own skin. The slayer, unsheathed his silver shortsword, ready to fight the beast face on.
The Werewolf charged, accelerating with blinding speed on all fours, even with an arrow stuck on his paw. The hunter slashed at the Werewolf when the beast came in range, the blade arcing up to separate head from neck, but the beast raised its paws first. Slapping the hunter away before he could make his lethal blow count. The hunter went flying back, smacking againt the dirty tents and into the road behind him. The area was too enclosed, too tight for a winning stroke. He needed a larger space to fight and kill his opponent, after all, it was a mindless beast. After he killed the large gray Wolf, his attention would be taken by the other one he was tracking prior to this one. If he survived the feline's agressive attack. The hunter began to run away from the site, feet quickly racing over the rocks and dirt. His weapon gleaming in Nirn's moonlight. He glanced over his shoulder, to see if his prey was hunting him. To his surprise, the beast was not on his tail. The hunter sighed, calculating his advantage and his weapons. He searched all manner of trinkets and tools to ensure his victory and kill. The hunter wanted the Werewolf's head on a plate.
The gray Werewolf growled and barked savagely, salive ran from its tongue down to his lips. he yanked the arrow off his blade, steam rising from his injured paw. He looked around him, angrily, hungrily. None, none mortals but the two dueling Werecreatures. The gray Werewolf shook his heavy hide and leaped onto the road, his canine vision adjusting to the area, he could smell almost everything, including the hunter up ahead. The Werewolf growled, rushing towards his food. Galloping, ground enduring the Wolf's heavy steps, dirt and rocks lifting into the air, as the Werewolf ran past them on all four. Like a Wolf starving wolf after a deer, like a rabid dog after his bone, like a man who lost all hope. The gray Werewolf snarled, dagger-like teeth shown atlast. The hunter slowly showed his shortsword, letting the Wolf catch sight of the silver weapon, only to fool him, making a fatal move. The Werewolf charged at him, leaping in the air as predicted. The hunter dropped his weapon and pulled back the crossbow that rested behind his back, the weapon already loaded and ready to fire. The hunter brought the weapon infront of him, hands clenching it tightly, fingers rushing to the trigger. The hunter pulled it. The arrow fired, the hunter smile. the Werewolf barked. However, at the final moment of mistaked triumph, the Hunter did not anticipate the sudden shift in the Werewolf's attack, the creature avoided the arrow's hit, the heart being missed, right arm scarred.
The hunter miscalculated the jump, the Werewolf probably knew the hunter;s plan, as if he had experianced it before. The hunter's eyes widened, his fate known, his death right before his very eyes. The Werewolf opened its jaws and closed them. The hunter not making the last move...forever. The gray Werewolf stood over the body of the mangled hunter, stepping over his bloody face with its clawed feet. The Werewolf howled at the night sky, its hunt just about to begin.
The Werewolf charged, accelerating with blinding speed on all fours, even with an arrow stuck on his paw. The hunter slashed at the Werewolf when the beast came in range, the blade arcing up to separate head from neck, but the beast raised its paws first. Slapping the hunter away before he could make his lethal blow count. The hunter went flying back, smacking againt the dirty tents and into the road behind him. The area was too enclosed, too tight for a winning stroke. He needed a larger space to fight and kill his opponent, after all, it was a mindless beast. After he killed the large gray Wolf, his attention would be taken by the other one he was tracking prior to this one. If he survived the feline's agressive attack. The hunter began to run away from the site, feet quickly racing over the rocks and dirt. His weapon gleaming in Nirn's moonlight. He glanced over his shoulder, to see if his prey was hunting him. To his surprise, the beast was not on his tail. The hunter sighed, calculating his advantage and his weapons. He searched all manner of trinkets and tools to ensure his victory and kill. The hunter wanted the Werewolf's head on a plate.
The gray Werewolf growled and barked savagely, salive ran from its tongue down to his lips. he yanked the arrow off his blade, steam rising from his injured paw. He looked around him, angrily, hungrily. None, none mortals but the two dueling Werecreatures. The gray Werewolf shook his heavy hide and leaped onto the road, his canine vision adjusting to the area, he could smell almost everything, including the hunter up ahead. The Werewolf growled, rushing towards his food. Galloping, ground enduring the Wolf's heavy steps, dirt and rocks lifting into the air, as the Werewolf ran past them on all four. Like a Wolf starving wolf after a deer, like a rabid dog after his bone, like a man who lost all hope. The gray Werewolf snarled, dagger-like teeth shown atlast. The hunter slowly showed his shortsword, letting the Wolf catch sight of the silver weapon, only to fool him, making a fatal move. The Werewolf charged at him, leaping in the air as predicted. The hunter dropped his weapon and pulled back the crossbow that rested behind his back, the weapon already loaded and ready to fire. The hunter brought the weapon infront of him, hands clenching it tightly, fingers rushing to the trigger. The hunter pulled it. The arrow fired, the hunter smile. the Werewolf barked. However, at the final moment of mistaked triumph, the Hunter did not anticipate the sudden shift in the Werewolf's attack, the creature avoided the arrow's hit, the heart being missed, right arm scarred.
The hunter miscalculated the jump, the Werewolf probably knew the hunter;s plan, as if he had experianced it before. The hunter's eyes widened, his fate known, his death right before his very eyes. The Werewolf opened its jaws and closed them. The hunter not making the last move...forever. The gray Werewolf stood over the body of the mangled hunter, stepping over his bloody face with its clawed feet. The Werewolf howled at the night sky, its hunt just about to begin.