misconstrued [switchblade]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height:540px; background-image:url(http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/pepsichick15/Rydertable.png)] "Come, Miss." Ryder stared unblinking at the pup, wondering why on Earth the thing chose him. Certainly this dog was smart enough to realize he wasn't the kind of person to hang around. Similar to the case of his dagger, the pup had simply appeared before him. Another 'gift' from the Keepers. However, this time Ryder had tried to leave the dog behind. Let her find someone else to bother. She wouldn't leave him alone though, and it became apparent that Ryder would either have to take care of the dog, or do quite the opposite. Whatever his quarrel with the human race was, though, he could not bring himself to harm a dog. Ryder recognized the breed as an Anatolian Shepherd. He knew the breed to be highly intelligent, and quite large dogs. If he could train her properly, she could be quite useful. Still, Ryder couldn't help but think the dog was a fool for believing that he was a caring person, hence her name. Misconstrued. He would call her 'Miss' for short, though. However much the dog wished to follow him, she certainly had no wish to listen well. It would take work to make her listen. He was almost thankful, though. It at least gave him something to do. Ryder decided to hang around Delica Park, knowing where there was a section of open field that would serve as a sort of training area. He had brought along some chunks of rabbit meat, knowing they would serve well enough as a reward. He frowned at the pup who was lingering along the edges of the small field, sniffing the trees. "Miss!" he shouted, loudly, "Come now!" The pale brown pup lifted her head and, seemingly reluctantly, dashed over to his side. She had darker patches on her back and face, but was otherwise a solid creamy-brown colour. Once Ryder finally had the female's attention, he reached into the small bag of meat he had brought from Fulsi camp. He took out a small chunk of the meat, and held it above Misconstrued'd head. As expected, she became focused on the prize. He reached down, and pushed lightly on her rear into a sitting position. "Miss, sit," he said in a loud, commanding voice. He repeated himself once more, before giving her the small bite to eat. "Good girl," he said, actually smiling while patting her on the head. She remained in the sitting position for a couple seconds before standing back up. He repeated the exercise a few times more. He figured she could use a break, and allowed her to dash off to the trees again. For the first time since coming here, Ryder felt lighthearted. It was actually nice for the biggest worry in his life to be simply training some fool of a dog. Word Count: 471. Muse: Alright. Song: - Ooc: The post was a little lame xD. Sorry.

[Switchblade]

Icy blue eyes were trained on their target; furred ears pricked forward, muscles taut and ready to burst into motion at a moment’s notice. She carefully placed a paw forth as she slowly advanced on her prey. A group of deer stood in the clearing before her, nervously munching on the overgrown vegetation that hadn’t been maintained in years. Their fluffy white tails flicked back and forth as their heads bobbed up and down, glancing about their surroundings in an almost paranoid manner before they would return to grazing. A young buck remained ever vigilant of his small harem, but he was not the prize she sought. No, her sights were on the doe that stood apart from the main cluster of five.

An ugly gash marred the female deer’s hind leg, causing the herbivore to adopt a noticeable limp as she ambled about the grassy area. Sure, it wasn’t the biggest animal of the group, but Switchblade was an opportunist. She was alone, hunting. And, as much as she may pride herself in her canine form, she wasn’t a fool. She wasn’t about to waste valuable energy trying to tire out a perfectly healthy deer, not all by herself at least. An easy opportunity had presented itself, and she sure as hell was going to take it. If they didn’t think what she brought back was up to their standards, then it was ‘ ‘their’ stomach that would be left growling, not hers.

The light-colored she-wolf took another cautious step forward, her body ready to switch from “stalk” to “chase.” A sudden burst of cawing blackbirds took to the skies, sending the hoofed group scattering for safety. ‘No!’ Switchblade threw herself into a sprint, her claws tearing up the ground as she tore after the wounded deer. It had been a rare opportunity to find the group in Carna territory, she wasn’t about to lose them now. The wounded doe was surprisingly agile for having been limping so heavily earlier. The deer pranced and dashed this way and that, leapt over hedges and made hairpin turns. The Carna hunter wasn’t thrown off by the deer’s evasion tactics, however. She was going to catch this deer, damn it.

Urban area soon gave into dying greenery though, and Switchblade forced herself to come to a screeching halt as she realized where the deer had led her. Delica Park. Heavy pants escaped her jaws as she stood at an imaginary boundary, her icy gaze glaring at the retreating figure of the wounded deer as it bounded off to its apparent safety. ‘Damn it,’’ she inwardly cursed her luck. Of course it would run back here. The park seemed to be the only place in the Dome on this side of the mountains that the ‘good’ sources of food had taken a liking to. It was just a shame that the Fulsi had decided to take claim of what had—from what she was told—been a neutral territory.

Seconds ticked by as she paced an imaginary line. The hunter was tempted to cross and retrieve her wayward prey. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before. But, she had been with other hunters then. She was all by herself this time. An irritated growl bubbled up in her throat, her eyes staring intently on the spot she had last seen the wounded deer disappear to. The Ring was in need of food…and that deer would feed quite a few mouths. Another moment went by, her brain working at warp speed as she inwardly fought with herself on what to do. ‘Ah, screw it.’

Switchblade put her nose to the ground and sniffed. She let out a snort, furiously exhaling the barrage of distasteful scents that assaulted her nose. Fulsi. Even stale, their scent was still overbearing. On the plus side though, it didn’t seem like any had wandered this way in the past day or so. She lifted her cranium and tested the air. Nothing alarming could be caught there. The Carna hunter did a critical scan of the territory around her, searching for any signs of an enemy Ring member lurking about. Not a soul was in sight, nor in hearing range.

The wolf took one last glance around before she finally treaded forward with soft footsteps. ‘It’ll be safer if I stay like this. If it all goes to shit, I can at least run away if I have to,’ she reasoned with herself, opting out of changing into her human form. Her nose led her through the tricky route the wounded deer had taken. It wasn’t long until she found herself on the edge of a small field. She had been about to brave it when something had caused her discretely retreat further into the tree line. Across the field, a man and a large white and brown dog had appeared. Her sights narrowed on the duo, quickly taking note of their leisurely pace. There was no fear or caution in their step as they came across the field. “Fulsi,” she assumed under her breath. It was the only logical explanation.

Well, shit. She was stuck. She was blatantly trespassing. Her deer was who knows where by now. And now, she had two Fulsi members striding her way. A part of her urged her to flee while she could, but that stubborn pride of hers refused to turn tail just yet. If they didn’t realize she was here, then maybe… The dog made for the tree line, eagerly sniffing about. Switchblade felt her body tense up as it drew ever closer to where she was hiding. Her icy blue eyes sized up the approaching enemy. The large canine turned out to be a pup, if the facial structure and overly sized paws were anything to go by.

The dog came to a halt as it came to the spot at where Switchblade had stood not moments earlier. This was it. The hunter was ready to pounce, ready to sink her fangs into the Fulsi dog before it could alert their companion of her presence, when the man suddenly called out. The dog…it didn’t let out a verbal reply or make some sort of alarm like she had expected it to. It just paused, and then ran back to the man…just like a pet. She did a double-take. ‘You can have pets here?’ she wondered incredulously. But, when she thought about it, it didn’t seem ‘too’ farfetched. There were other ‘regular’ animals in the dome, after all.

The Carna member watched as the suspected Fulsi man interacted with his—as she had recently discovered—pet. “Miss,” was the dog’s name it seemed, which led Switchblade to assume it was female. The man made the dog do a simple trick, rewarding her when she performed the command correctly. Switchblade watched the pair for the first few go’s before she decided to take her opportunity to leave while they were both distracted. She had taken only a few strides before she heard the rapid movement of paws rushing her way. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the dog had returned. ‘Damn it, you’re too curious for your own good, mutt,’ she thought as the other canine drew ever nearer once more. She was out of sight from the man still, but that dog… There was no way she was going to be able to leave here without the pup possibly following after her, and that was the last thing she needed.

‘Maybe if I scare her off, she’ll stop sniffing around over here…’ Switchblade turned around to face the pup as it continued its eager search of the tree line. A low, threatening growl rumbled in her throat as the white and brown dog came closer to the Carna hunter’s position. Her lips curled and her tail stood up in a dominate manner. She hoped the dog would get the typical canine code for “back off.”

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Word Count: 1,324
OOC: It’s alright! :3 Sorry mine is so long though! DX They aren’t usually this long, I swear! I’m like, 200 words over my usual max!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height:540px; background-image:url(http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/pepsichick15/Rydertable.png)] As he watched, Ryder noticed that the dog seemed intent on lurking around the same spot, as if there were something rather interesting. Of course, Ryder wasn't exactly a pet person and could be totally wrong. Still, just in the off-chance that the pup discovered something useful, Ryder decided to pay a visit. Who knows, maybe she found something he could hunt. He began to walk over the the treeline when Misconstrued made a distressed yelp and ran back to him. Now he was certain there was something. As a precaution, Ryder decided to shift into his more fierce wolverine form. His body began to expand and shrink in different areas. His hair grew long and changed to a much darker shade. His face elongated into a muzzle, and he bared his now pointy teeth. His claws were long and sharp, ready to rip anything that may be of harm. His now enhanced senses allowed him to pick up a disturbing scent. Carna. The wolverine dashed forward into the underbrush, and raised his claws in a menacing fashion. He let a snarl rip through his jaws, and caught site of the wolf hidden among the ferns. There was no mistaking the salty, Carna scent now. The wolf radiated the disgusting scent. He snarled savagely once again. He would not hesitate to attack the intruder. Ryder took a step forward. His fur was bristling with annoyance, and his flexed his paws in anticipation. "I suggest you get out of my territory. Now!" He growled the words, rumbling deep in his throat. There was something very feral about Ryder now. He had spent so much time in the zoo that he had started to develop more animalistic instincts. He saw it in the others, as well. The ones who had been here since the very opening of the place. Of course, he had been here since nearly the beginning. He witnessed the formation of the Rings, and the war between them. He had come to realize the Fulsi's thirst for power, and joined ranks with them because of it. Behind him, Miss growled at something. So focused on the invader, Ryder chose to think nothing of it. She was probably just growling at the intruder that she had found beforehand. He glared, awaiting the answer or the first blow from the wolf. He didn't notice the faint scent of a bear, and could not come to the realization that it was getting stronger. Word Count: 411. Muse: s'okay. Song: - Ooc: Sorry for the length. Very small xD. Uh. I figured the danger they both had to overcome would be the bear? Hopefully that's fine with you xD. Feel free to jump the bear in whenever.

[Switchblade]

Her eyes flicked from the dog to the human as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. ‘Damn it,’ she inwardly cursed as she saw him moving towards them. This was going south faster than she had wanted. She knew the curious dog snooping around her hiding area would be bad news. Said pup yelped in reply to Switchblade’s warning, quickly turning tail and retreating to the safety of her human. Switchblade hadn’t counted on it making a sound of distress. Then again, this was a pup…

Not a moment later and the man had shifted into a stocky, darkly-furred relative of the weasel family. A wolverine. ‘Well, this is great,’ she thought sarcastically as she backed up a few steps. One of the few animals that could really mess her up, and she had to go and threaten its baby. She had done her homework during her days on the run. Wolverines were pretty tenacious little animals, and could take on prey easily twice their size. And, while they had been reported to have killed wolves, the large canines had also been known to kill a fair share of wolverines too.

She glanced over her shoulder. This hunt was shot, and she knew it. The question was though—her gaze flew back to the wolverine as he seemed to catch on to her hidden presence—should she retreat or should she fight back? Switchblade wasn’t one to be a coward and run from a fight she had brought upon herself, but she had others to think about here. How would it affect the Ring if she was caught on enemy territory? Or would they rather her stay and fight as to not hurt their pride? Decisions, decisions.

Her icy blue eyes narrowed on the mustelid as he dashed towards her, lips curled in a furious snarl. She had been spotted. Another quick glance over her shoulder and she had made her decision. Her ears flattened against her cranium and a vicious snarl of her own ruptured from her throat. The male had cut through the thick undergrowth with ease, coming to stand before her in a threatening manner. Border skirmishes were high anyways, what would one more do? She had crossed for a good reason. The deer had been on Carna land first, so if one really wanted to argue, it was theirs. She was merely…retrieving it.

The wolverine growled an order at her. The hairs along Switchblade’s spine rose. “Last I heard, the park grounds belonged to a pack of animals, not one individual,” she sneered. She wasn’t about to back down, not yet. This shifter may be a wolverine, may act tough and all, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he knew how to use that powerful animal form of his. She ignored the sound of his growling companion. The dog must have worked up the nerve once she saw her master perceiving Switchblade as a threat to them.

“I’ll leave once I retrieve what is rightfully mi—!” she stopped in mid thought as she suddenly caught wind of a strong, ominous scent. Her threatening facial features faltered as her brain registered the scent immediately. She felt a chill zip through her body. Her ears perked forward as her body went into alert-mode. She had spent many years avoiding the creature that was tied to it. Swtichblade’s icy blue eyes alighted onto the shadowy form of a large creature that was quickly hustling towards the clearing. “My luck can’t be that bad,” she grumbled under her breath. As if a wolverine wasn’t enough, now she had a bear to worry about.

The large animal burst through the tree line, tearing diagonally across the field in the trio’s direction, brown fur rippling as its hulking muscles propelled it. Switchblade’s gaze flicked from the thundering bear to the pup and back. It didn’t look like it was stopping. In fact, it looked like its sights were actually set on the poor pup. First her curiosity, now her bravery. Man, this pup should be glad she had found a person to take care of her. “Your dog’s about to die!” she yelled in warning, not bothering to actually glance back down at the mustelid, as she threw her body forward and around him. Damn her having a heart.

She nimbly leapt over the underbrush—her larger form would have made it a bit harder to go through it than the wolverine’s—as she desperately tried to make it in time. The instant her paws hit the ground, she was running again. The pungent scent had been absent of that of any of the three Rings, which could only mean it was feral or a newcomer, though some part of her seriously doubted any normal human being would stoop so low as to attack a mere puppy. If it hadn’t been for the sole factor that this giant creature was feral, Switchblade would have turned tail. What a wolverine could do to her, a bear could do worse, and while she did have some pride to her, she wasn’t fool enough to fight an unfair fight with two very dangerous individuals.

A deafening roar escaped the bear as it drew closer to the dog, its jaws gapping and yellowed canines visible. Switchblade raced towards the creature, her heavy paws tearing up the dehydrated grass as she cleared the tree line. A growl rumbled in her throat. She didn’t even think to consider if the wolverine had chosen to follow her in an effort to protect his pet. Her nearly white form stopped sharply before the grizzly bear, causing it to rear up on its hind legs at the sudden offensive attack. Her ears were pinned against her cranium and her fangs were bared as she let out a round of vicious snarling barks. Back off.

Her mind was solely focused on the towering creature in front of her, completely fading out any thoughts of the other two animals at the moment. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, pounding in her ears. She had never actually taken on a bear of this size before. She had harassed a few black bears, yes, but, as a lone wolf, she had always steered clear of brown bears. People got mauled by them things. And they had a lot more guts than their skittish cousins who turned tail at the sound of a mere bark. She had no idea what this bear would do when confronted. She just hoped that she wasn’t killed in the process of feeling compassion for an innocent dog.

The bear’s rounded ears pulled against its hefty skull as it let out another roar.

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OOC: Sorry this took so long Dx More art projects. Hopefully my teacher will chill out on giving out so many projects. Also, I hope I gave you enough to go off of x3 I tried to leave as many opportunities as I could for Ryder to jump in to save his pooch. And don’t fret about how short yours is, ya’ gave me enough material to balloon my post xD

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height:540px; background-image:url(http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/pepsichick15/Rydertable.png)] The wolf was obviously going to play difficult, judging by her reaction. Ryder's glare deepened, and he prepared a retort. However, a moment later her expression changed. She was obviously not focused on him at the moment, meaning that there must be a worse threat. His first thought jumped to some other Fulsi members, but when Ryder scented the air his face fell. There was no mistaking that dark scent. Bear. Ryder realized now that this was what Miss had been barking at, and was so irritated he could have slapped himself. He became focused again at the wolf's warning bark. Miss was in trouble. Despite his annoyance with having the responsibility of this dog thrust upon him, Ryder knew that he couldn't forgive himself if he simply let his dog die. The wolverine dug his paws into the soft forest floor and sped off after the wolf. He couldn't help but treat the bear as a much greater threat than the intruder. Ryder would deal with her after. For now, though, he gritted his teeth and realized that he might even need her help. She was just a little bit faster then he, but Ryder did not fall far behind. He was just bursting through the underbrush as she was leaping towards the bear. He had to admit, reluctantly, that this Carna scum was at least brave, if not foolish. However, Ryder leaped after her. The bear was huge, and angry. It stood on it's hind legs and roared. Before now, Ryder had only seen real bears in captivity. There they seemed harmless. Passive. His sister had loved the bears, insisting that they would be comfortable to sleep on. The thought was almost entertaining now as he imagine trying to sleep on this vicious animal. Good luck with that. The bear roared at the second threat, and Ryder retaliated with a vicious snarl. The bear held out a paw that could easily crush the wolf. Instinctively, Ryder rushed forward, and around the bear. He slashed at the bear's back legs and growled. It seemed to work as the bear suddenly turned around to direct it's attention on him instead. Out of the corner of his eye, Ryder found Misconstrued. She was cowering in the grass, still letting out nervous growls. Ryder snarled again, and dashed over to the pup. He thought about tossing her aside into the brush, but the bear could easily chase after her. Instead, Ryder stood defensively over his dog, sharp claws at the ready. There was no way that he could win this battle by himself, but maybe if he made a team with the Carna member they could chase it off. Grudgingly, Ryder growled, "What should we do?" Underneath him, Miss whimpered, and pushed her body into Ryder's thick fur. Under his breath, he sighed, "First me, now bears? You really do live up to your name, Misconstrued."

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Ooc: Sorry for yet another short post Dx.
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[Switchblade]

A flash of dark colors flew by her, causing her to momentarily flick her gaze away from the towering bear. It was the Fulsi shifter, having decided to join her in protecting the puppy. He attacked the bear’s unprotected hind legs, causing the creature to growl with irritation and turn around to face him instead of her. With the bear’s attention focused elsewhere, Switchblade made to continue her harassment of the large animal. The wolverine snarled and then…turned and ran, causing the giant beast’s forepaws to come slamming down onto the earth. She instinctively leapt back after having come so close to nipping at its back legs. She hadn’t expected the wolverine to run off and for the bear to come down from its standing height.

Another reverberating roar cut through the air as the bear watched the smaller carnivore quickly make his way towards something. The Carna hunter’s gaze shifted after the wolverine. ‘Where does he think he’s going?’ she inwardly hissed. It was the cowering pup he had gone after, she found. He placed his stout body over the little thing as it let out pitiful growls. The wolf’s gaze flicked from the duo to the bear and back. Did he really believe…? Not a moment later, the bear charged, powerful muscles rippling beneath its brown coat. Its gaze was clearly set on the still duo just across the way.

“Damn it,” she cursed under her breath. Switchblade dashed right after it, her faster stride allowing her to quickly gain speed on the thundering beast. What in the hell had they done to piss this thing off? It seemed unusual for one to just randomly show up and start trying to murder everything within sight. Were there cubs nearby perhaps? It seemed only logical. Either that, or this damn thing was just angry at the world in general. The most important question though was why had the Fulsi run off in the first place? Surely he hadn’t thought that, after gaining the attention of the beast, it would just…let him run off and not chase him? She let out a huff.

A growl was thrown out from the wolverine, inquiring what their next move should be. She did not answer at first, her attention on trying to stop the bear from moving any closer to the duo. The wolf was even with the bear when she finally darted close to the creature, her jaws giving the bear a firm “peck” on the cheek before hastily moving away from the creature. It let out a surprised groan as it stumbled away from her. It seemed startled as its pace slowed and it shook its giant head, like it was trying to shake off the pinch of pain it had just received. After a moment, those beady black eyes came to settle on her once more.

She finally threw a glance at the Fulsi. “Get your dog out of here, for o—ne!” she yelled over her shoulder, spinning away as the bear charged her. She let a snarl rupture from her throat as its whizzed by her, abruptly coming to a halt as it missed its target. “Or hide her somewhere, I don’t care!” It turned around sharply and swiped at her with those elongated claws. She sprang away before diving back in, those pearly whites snapping on air close to the bears’ face. Switchblade leapt away when the large animal made another swing at her. She stumbled in her haste, sending her into a panic to get on her feet again. ‘Get up, get up, get up!’

Her paws fervently sought to find ground beneath them once more as the giant saw an opening. The wolf was off like a shot the moment she was able to gather her paws beneath her. Tail tucked under her body as to avoid having it caught by the beast’s jaws. “As it is, she’s only a distraction!”

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OOC: SUPER sorry for like, the month-late reply Dx

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height:540px; background-image:url(http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/pepsichick15/Rydertable.png)] Ryder watched, teeth bared and claws ready, as the wolf harassed the beast. He wasn't going to simply take the pup and run. He could not stand himself if he were that cowardly. But the dog was his responsibility, so he could not abandon her now. He was growling in frustration when the wolf barked orders at him. "Get your dog out of here, for o—ne!" Ryder narrowed his eyes, annoyed with the wolf for thinking she could simply order him around on his own territory! However, the bear let out a snarl and he had to grudgingly admit there was logic in her order. Quickly and gently, Ryder took the pup in his jaws. She was nearly too big, but Ryder could care less. Anything to get her out of here. He raced off into the treeline once again, searching for a large tree. Luck was with him for the first time today, and he was able to find some ancient tree with overgrown roots. The wolverine placed the dog underneath the roots. "Stay," he commanded sternly. Without a second glance, Ryder pounced away once more, racing directly for the clearing. He cleared the brush to find the bear's back faced towards him. Snarling, Ryder ran up and attempted to leap onto the beast. His claws caught in the bear's flank, and he pulled himself up. He heard the beast roar, but before it could pull up onto it's back legs, Ryder rushed forward to slash the thing's face, and leaped away from it. However, Ryder wasn't as fast as he had thought himself, and the bear charged after him as soon as his paws hit the ground. It swiped at him with it's great paw, and pushed Ryder a few feet away. Luckily for him, though, the bear's sight was clouded by it's own blood and the blow hadn't hit as hard as it could have. Ryder got to his feet, and shot a glance at the wolf. The bear seemed to realize it was now beginning to lose the fight now, though, and it was becoming obviously defensive. Ryder snarled viciously. He felt a stinging pain on his left flank, but chose to ignore it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a light brown body sneaking around the treeline. Again. He let out a growl of annoyance, but could not afford to waste time moving her away again. Instead, Ryder raced behind the bear once more, and swiped at it's legs. This time he felt his claws slash deeply through the tissue, and the roar from the bear indicated he had hit a nerve. The black-furred monster did not turn to face him, though. Instead, the beast seemed to concede defeat and raced off in the opposite direction. Exhausted, Ryder swayed on his paws ever so slightly before sitting down. The sting of pain began to sear instead. He looked over his shoulder to see a dark smear spreading across his fur. Clearly the bear had hit him harder than he had originally thought. Still, he would recover. Ryder stared at the wolf now, wondering what was to be done with her. He was truly in no position to fight her now, nor did he have any wish to do so. After what they had gone through, it would be the obvious choice to simply let her go. "Nice fight, wolf," he growled grudgingly. Word Count: 571. Muse: High! Song: Thank You For the Venom - My Chemical Romance Ooc: I forgive you if you forgive me :')

[Switchblade]

She could hear the deep breaths of the beast that was hot on her heels. She was fast, and she had tangled with a few black bears in her past, but, she needed to keep this one’s attention…which meant she needed to keep just within tempting reach. ‘You’re going to get yourself killed for a stranger and his mutt?’ whispered a harsh voice in her mind. Had she the time, she would have pondered the absurdity. Was she really willing to risk her own hide for an enemy Ring member? Was it really worth it? She could have—should have just left when the bear showed up. It was those damn morals of hers that had made her try to save that pup though.

She took a sharp turn, twisting her body around so that she met the bear in a perpendicular manner. The titanic creature came to a halt at her sudden movement, its ears flattening against its skull and those large lips pulling back as it let out a defiant roar. A snarling bark escaped her throat as she nipped at wild animal’s forelegs. The bear made an irritated noise as it swatted at her, only to miss as the lithe canine leapt just out of reach of those elongated claws. Switchblade tried to keep an ear or eye out for the Fulsi shifter, wondering if he had used the valuable time she had given him to take his dog somewhere, or if all of her prancing around had been for naught. He was nowhere to be seen though. ‘That bastard better not have left without a proper “thank you,”’ she inwardly growled, blood boiling at the thought as she nimbly evaded another swat.

No sooner had she entertained the thought, said wolverine was suddenly back in the fray. The light colored wolf used the moment to catch her breath, putting herself just far enough to no hamper the Fulsi’s attacks or evasions, but not so far that she couldn’t step back into the fight if she was direly needed. The male shifter seemed to have come back with a vengeance, as he went for the powerful creature’s face not moments after attacking its side. It was a short lived victory though. He tried to return to a safer distance, but the bear was quick to react to the onslaught dealt to its face. The constant harassment of the two smaller carnivores had rightfully angered the large animal. A vengeful swipe of its paw, and it sent the mustelid tumbling.

Switchblade sprung towards the bear within an instant. She wasn’t sure how hard the large animal had hit the wolverine, but she wasn’t about to stand around and find out if it had just winded him or if it had mortally wounded or killed him. Even she wouldn’t forgive herself is she let the bear maul someone who just wanted to protect their dog. She wasn’t that heartless. Besides, if he died, then she’d be stuck with his dog…and the last thing she needed was another mouth to feed.

Another rippling snarl ruptured from her as her fangs sunk into the back of the creature’s outstretched forearm. The slash marks made by the wolverine were clear on the bear’s face, blood eagerly flowing from the fresh wounds. Perhaps the wolverine’s vicious attacks were something to be appreciated for. It would be hard to fight with blood seeping constantly in your eyes. The bear roared and spun to meet her, but she was quick to dance in line with it, keeping herself parallel to its body so it couldn’t swipe at her with its other paw. When it tried to pull the one in her grasp away from her, she would stubbornly pull back.

A snarl followed by a growl caught her attention, and, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the wolverine had survived the blow. He raced around to the bear’s unguarded hindquarters. She gave him props for returning to the fight despite a seemingly near-death encounter with the pissed off beast. Anyone else might have called it quits. Switchblade tried to keep the bear’s attention on her and not on the returning fighter. It worked, but only until the Fulsi did something to make the animal cry out in pain. Her instincts told her to let go of the creature at the sound, and, no sooner she had the animal decided that it had had enough.

She panted lightly as she watched the creature go, making sure it wasn’t deceiving them before she dared turn her back. After confirming it was actually retreating, she turned her icy blue sights onto the male shifter. The wolverine looked exhausted where he stood, as if the only reason he was still standing was on pride alone. And—she sniffed the air—was that flecks of blood she saw amidst that dark pelt of his? She padded forward slowly, slowing her breath to an even level. Her eyes fixated on the shifter’s side. Sure enough, there was a crimson liquid matting his dense coat. The male turning his head to look at his own wound only further confirmed her suspicions that the bear’s claws had gotten him. She stopped a comfortable distance from the injured animal.

Switchblade was silent at the observation, unsure of what to make of it. Here she was with a wounded enemy shifter. Had she the mindset of a darker, less noble creature, she supposed it would have been to her advantage to attempt to end the rival’s life right then and there. As it was though, she wasn’t about to kick a man while he was down. And, besides, what would killing him on his own territory do? Start a war between their Rings? Like hell she was going to be the cause for that mess. She caught the wolverine’s eyes on her, and she felt her tail slowly begin to rise in dominance. If he chose to fight, however, she wasn’t about to heel just because he was wounded…

He surprised her with a compliment though, causing the wolf blink. Even if it had been a bit reluctantly, she hadn’t expected him to say that. If anything, she had expected some sarcastic remark or a verbal threat—after what she had seen in the fight, she wasn’t about to peg him for the submissive, begging type, so that nullified any other options. There was a pause from her as she took a second to recover from the odd end result. “I would say the same,” she rumbled in return, “but it seems the bear caught you.” She motioned to his bleeding side with a nod of her snout, letting him verbally know she was aware of his injury.

The wolf glanced about for the cause for their life-threatening experience. The pup had to be around there somewhere. She would be pissed if they had harassed that bear all for nothing. She couldn’t find the little thing lurking about, so perhaps the male had hidden it somewhere. “Think you can walk around with it, Fulsi?” she inquired, it tasted like vinegar to show even the slightest of care for the rival Ring member. As much as she hated herself for it, Switchblade couldn’t just walk away and hope that this guy found his dog and his Ring before another wild animal decided to make a meal of him. It would be…inhuman.

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OOC: I forgive you ;___; -gives cookies- I would have had this done sooner, but I’ve been having internet issues. Also, sorry this is SOOO long Dx

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