| [fancypost bgcolor=#131212; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; color: #918383; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-transform: lowercase;] guiltypaw ! In what was becoming a repeating routine, Guiltypaw had been hunting. The apprentice had been about to pounce on a mouse when something slammed into him. It was a feral fox, obviously mad. Eyes widening, he checked it for any signs of rabies. None. There wasn't enough room to shapeshift as he was pinned between the fox and a tree. Something could easily go wrong if he did that. Grabbing his knife from the hilt on his shoulder, he sent a nasty cut along the face of the face, which only seemed to enrage it more. "Fuck." Guiltypaw muttered as it bit into his shoulder, pulling out a chunk of flesh. What a dumb fox. Kicking with his hind legs, Guiltypaw shoved the fox away before trying to shapeshift. It was useless. He couldn't during an injury as bad as this. The pain in his shoulder was nothing like he felt before. Part of it was missing. As the fox lunged again, Guiltypaw screamed as he used his shoulder to butt into the fox and slam the knife into it's chest. This was not fun. Collapsing in pain, Guiltypaw knew his fur had to already be matted with blood. [/fancypost] |
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