Post by Feral on Sept 13, 2010 17:06:45 GMT -5
Something was wrong. He could smell it in the air. Fur rose in a ridge at the base of his neck. After so long a season with so much peace … This was how it had to end? It angered him, it frustrated him, but above all he knew. He had to protect them. Overlooking the grave of she who drove him to this point, the Beauceron lowered his head. And then he left. Vanishing into the trees, he stalked the territory surrounding the great land of heroes. Investigating the disturbance he felt down to his very bones, all by himself, the pack's leader would not send someone else to do this task for him.
It wasn't until a day later, that the demon reared its ugly head. With a great screech it had leapt, taking even the swift Beauceron by surprise. Leaping just out of the way of the beast, he watched with cautious eyes as it shot past him. The size of it was intimidating in itself, but those gleaming fangs it bore were a whole other story. This was the danger he had to face, for his homeland, for the innocents under his watch. At first he thought it some manner of wild cat. It was, however, quickly made apparent that this was no mere kitty cat. Shining metal covered its back, arising in spikes at places and plated shielding at others. Its tail was tipped in some manner of blade,of what sort he could not tell. Gray furred and thick in body the great cat stepped forward to give a single well aimed swipe of its blackened claws. Stark leapt back, a plan already forming in mind.
Taking off through the forest, making sure the monster gave chase, he quickly arrived at the river that coursed through these lands. With the spring fall the waters rushed dangerously swift, snow having melted from the winter previous indicated a death wish for anyone foolish enough to jump into its depths without caution. Slinking along the canyon wall he tossed a glance over his shoulders, indeed the great beast followed him. Soon enough the dog was cornered at the cliffs edge, the rapids rushing below, rocks falling from behind his heels. Their splash was lost to the torrent of water.
The beast grinned, all sharp teeth and promises of death. He had the mutt just where he wanted him, and so he leapt. Stark remained as his namesake, stoic and steadfast, even as the monster came rushing upon him. Just as it came within distance of tearing him asunder with its claws, the Beauceron leapt over the cat's charge. There was no time for the monster to halt its charge, as it went barreling right over the cliff. Glancing down as it hit the waters with a sickening squash, Stark sought out any sign of life from it. But it was lost to the rapids. Snorting to himself, he shook the dust from his fur. Investigating passing swipe of claws against his fur, he found the wound to be superficial, and returned to the territory.
He had a feeling this was just a scout, no doubt when the monster didn't return his fellows would come to investigate for themselves. Ohu had to be ready for it. Faster than he'd ever run before, shoulder beginning to sting but he ignored it, the Alpha returned to Ohu. He passed the malamute Holly, the spring pups born over the season, the river and forest and the whole of the terra. There was no time for chit chat, no time to answer questions as meager as 'where were you?'. At last he came to a halt upon the rise he'd taken to using for meetings, and howled.
It wasn't until a day later, that the demon reared its ugly head. With a great screech it had leapt, taking even the swift Beauceron by surprise. Leaping just out of the way of the beast, he watched with cautious eyes as it shot past him. The size of it was intimidating in itself, but those gleaming fangs it bore were a whole other story. This was the danger he had to face, for his homeland, for the innocents under his watch. At first he thought it some manner of wild cat. It was, however, quickly made apparent that this was no mere kitty cat. Shining metal covered its back, arising in spikes at places and plated shielding at others. Its tail was tipped in some manner of blade,of what sort he could not tell. Gray furred and thick in body the great cat stepped forward to give a single well aimed swipe of its blackened claws. Stark leapt back, a plan already forming in mind.
Taking off through the forest, making sure the monster gave chase, he quickly arrived at the river that coursed through these lands. With the spring fall the waters rushed dangerously swift, snow having melted from the winter previous indicated a death wish for anyone foolish enough to jump into its depths without caution. Slinking along the canyon wall he tossed a glance over his shoulders, indeed the great beast followed him. Soon enough the dog was cornered at the cliffs edge, the rapids rushing below, rocks falling from behind his heels. Their splash was lost to the torrent of water.
The beast grinned, all sharp teeth and promises of death. He had the mutt just where he wanted him, and so he leapt. Stark remained as his namesake, stoic and steadfast, even as the monster came rushing upon him. Just as it came within distance of tearing him asunder with its claws, the Beauceron leapt over the cat's charge. There was no time for the monster to halt its charge, as it went barreling right over the cliff. Glancing down as it hit the waters with a sickening squash, Stark sought out any sign of life from it. But it was lost to the rapids. Snorting to himself, he shook the dust from his fur. Investigating passing swipe of claws against his fur, he found the wound to be superficial, and returned to the territory.
He had a feeling this was just a scout, no doubt when the monster didn't return his fellows would come to investigate for themselves. Ohu had to be ready for it. Faster than he'd ever run before, shoulder beginning to sting but he ignored it, the Alpha returned to Ohu. He passed the malamute Holly, the spring pups born over the season, the river and forest and the whole of the terra. There was no time for chit chat, no time to answer questions as meager as 'where were you?'. At last he came to a halt upon the rise he'd taken to using for meetings, and howled.