06-20-2019, 02:44 AM
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Crow grunted as his knife was shoved aside rendering his hit null, and he stumbled forward with the remaining inertia from his action. He felt Jervis catch his skin between his teeth in his moment of disarray as he attempted to steady himself, then he was flying through the air for what felt like a lifetime. "F-fu—"
The tabby's words were cut short with a loud hollow clack as his head met with the solid tree trunk, and he crumpled to the ground in a pathetic tangle of limbs—his grapple with consciousness was an apparent loss, and the only evidence that life had not yet left him was marked by the involuntary rise and fall of his chest.
Crow was somewhere else, however.
He stood on wobbly paws, his newly translucent figure distinctly marked by jade eyes glowing fervently with resentment like a pair of lanterns in the dark. Crow took a step forward toward Jervis, then another and another until he was charging toward the fox in a frenzy. With the last bit of himself he could expend, the feline launched himself at Jervis to topple the larger male to the ground and near the open flames which inched ominously closer. His paws found their home atop the fox's skull and with a loud, strangled howl he would jar Jervis' head into the smoldering foliage.
Needlepoint claws drew blood as they curled into the fox's cheek, and as if to assure the job was done well enough, Crow choked out another yell and forced his shoulders down again to drive the ardent's face deeper into the smoking embers. For all he knew, he was dead, and he was pissed off about it. He needed to be alive to keep Selby out of harm's way, to be a proper father for once in his existence, and what would Leroy think...
// ghhuhu, permission granted for this
Crow grunted as his knife was shoved aside rendering his hit null, and he stumbled forward with the remaining inertia from his action. He felt Jervis catch his skin between his teeth in his moment of disarray as he attempted to steady himself, then he was flying through the air for what felt like a lifetime. "F-fu—"
The tabby's words were cut short with a loud hollow clack as his head met with the solid tree trunk, and he crumpled to the ground in a pathetic tangle of limbs—his grapple with consciousness was an apparent loss, and the only evidence that life had not yet left him was marked by the involuntary rise and fall of his chest.
Crow was somewhere else, however.
He stood on wobbly paws, his newly translucent figure distinctly marked by jade eyes glowing fervently with resentment like a pair of lanterns in the dark. Crow took a step forward toward Jervis, then another and another until he was charging toward the fox in a frenzy. With the last bit of himself he could expend, the feline launched himself at Jervis to topple the larger male to the ground and near the open flames which inched ominously closer. His paws found their home atop the fox's skull and with a loud, strangled howl he would jar Jervis' head into the smoldering foliage.
Needlepoint claws drew blood as they curled into the fox's cheek, and as if to assure the job was done well enough, Crow choked out another yell and forced his shoulders down again to drive the ardent's face deeper into the smoking embers. For all he knew, he was dead, and he was pissed off about it. He needed to be alive to keep Selby out of harm's way, to be a proper father for once in his existence, and what would Leroy think...
// ghhuhu, permission granted for this