the bigger picture -- private, subaru

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    Faith had been conducting her usual activities which consisted mostly of exploration and such. One thing led to another, and now she found herself in a spot of trouble; the kit was backed up against a large fallen tree trunk on the outermost grove in the territory, her attacker inching closer and closer with angered snarls. The fox kit had managed to do something to irritate the beast, and it had promptly chased after her. Chest heaving and right front paw held to her chest protectively, Faith realized briefly that she may not be able to get out of this one.

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    /aaaah sorry for not replying to this until just now! ;____;


    there was something wrong. senses of fear hit the vampire in waves and they weren't unfamiliar, so subaru went to check it out. realizing that faith, one of their newest members (that was right, wan't it? he wasn't the best at keeping track) was being attacked. he didn't feel like transforming into something large, so instead the feline charged at it with a howl and with his super strength attempted to headbutt into it's side.

    Faith shrunk back, holding her paw against her chest and fixating the vampire with a wide-eyed stare. Wow! Was he really going to pick such a fight? Ooh! Maybe he was a really good fighter? Well, duh! Why else would he be doing what he was doing now?
    The creature in question seemed to be a canine of sorts, a wolf, maybe? The thing looked ratty and bony, as if it hadn't had a good hunt in moons. Spit flew from its gaping jaws as it lunged towards the feline, enraged at having lost a potentially easy catch.