Drdobetter 89 Share Posted December 7, 2023 Liel's breathe made mist as he trudged through the thick snow, His armour beginning to rust as the frost melted against his flesh. Blood spilling from a wound in his side as the beasts stalked after him, Their own wounds painting a tapestry on the white of the mountain.Liel holds his knife steady as he reached the edge of a cliff. Staring down the pack of ravenous wolfs, Seeking to rend his flesh to feed their young. His breathing heavy, the trained Heskynne hunter murmers "Couldn't give me one..." A pause, as his breathe was cut short. He applied pressure to his wound ".. Peaceful trip could you." he grits his teeth as the first of the wolfs lunges, Being caught by the master hunters blade as he steps to the side, But. He could not avoid the second, As it barreled into him Liel held on tight, As he tumbled down the cliff he took the wolf with him. Letting out a yell as they soared through the air."HESKYNNE REPRESENT YOU FURRY F-" cut short, As the incredibly determined elf hit the ground. He never was an easy fight. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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