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Post by qhostqrowls on Feb 2, 2024 9:46:53 GMT -6
Kail snarled, his muzzle peeling back to reveal his dark gums and wicked, yellowed fangs. He turned to face the pair, towering above the felines.
When the vampire lunged, he swung his head low, terrifyingly fast and with a savage strength behind the movement.
The razor tines of his branching antlers were as deadly as any stake, the blow hard enough to throw them back across the clearing if they didn’t swerve to miss it.
It was a derisive movement, and a defensive one, and the wendigo didn’t follow it up with a lunge or a bite even though all he wanted to do was tear into the two of them.
By the time they were back on their paws, Kail was gone. In the blink of an eye he’d loped into the tree line, and there wasn’t so much as a shivering leaf to betray which direction he’d gone. All that was left was a chill in the air and the faint acrid scent of cigarette smoke, and a few drops of dark blood on the flattened grass.
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