as written by Dashmiel, Tiko, and Knosis
Ragenard was already halfway through his dash towards Desmond as the latter violently smashed against the side of his target.
Desmond rolled free of the crumpled van, and it was instincts alone that kept him moving as he cleared Ragenard's path with a staggering bound. He whirrled about with a snarl as Ragenard plowed through the van at his back, but his head was low and he backed up two steps. His defensive efforts sparred himself only a few moment's thrashing though before Ragenard was on him again.
Ragenard emerged from within the wrecked van with the thing's front axle in hand and without missing a beat smashed it across Desmond's back with enough force to bend it. It clattered to the ground moments later as Ragenard stood incredulous at Desmond's tenacity.
Even driven down to the ground, he still fought to stand and fight on. An easily mistaken monstrous smirk of proud amusement suffused Ragenard's features, before he knelt by Desmond and made good on his proclamation.
With his will to fight far outstripping his capability to continue doing so, Desmond could do little but ineffectually snap at Ragenard's arm as the latter's hand closed around Desmosnd's throat and pulled him up far above the ground. For a few tense minutes the only sounds Ragenard was focused on were the mad scrambling of Desmond's paws as they scratched over his arm for purchase, and the steadily fainting sound of his breathing
Skye went from the short woman to the rather large, lanky werewolf standing on all fours in a few minutes. 'Hurry.' She barely stood up again before she was making a dash towards Ragenard and Desmond. She made it scarcely two paces though before a snarling Julienne planted herself in Skye's path, hackles raised and teeth barred in warning.
Before long, it was over. The massive bulk of Desmond's wolf receded to it's human shape within Ragenard's grasp as the Iverian lapsed into unconsciousness. Ragenard made no move to lower nor reposition Desmond, but merely eased his grip until his breathing stabilized and held his ground. The passage of time continued to flow ever onward as Ragenard awaited the outcome: Would he face another challenger, or move onwards to lead his pack.
Ragenard was already halfway through his dash towards Desmond as the latter violently smashed against the side of his target.
Desmond rolled free of the crumpled van, and it was instincts alone that kept him moving as he cleared Ragenard's path with a staggering bound. He whirrled about with a snarl as Ragenard plowed through the van at his back, but his head was low and he backed up two steps. His defensive efforts sparred himself only a few moment's thrashing though before Ragenard was on him again.
Ragenard emerged from within the wrecked van with the thing's front axle in hand and without missing a beat smashed it across Desmond's back with enough force to bend it. It clattered to the ground moments later as Ragenard stood incredulous at Desmond's tenacity.
Even driven down to the ground, he still fought to stand and fight on. An easily mistaken monstrous smirk of proud amusement suffused Ragenard's features, before he knelt by Desmond and made good on his proclamation.
With his will to fight far outstripping his capability to continue doing so, Desmond could do little but ineffectually snap at Ragenard's arm as the latter's hand closed around Desmosnd's throat and pulled him up far above the ground. For a few tense minutes the only sounds Ragenard was focused on were the mad scrambling of Desmond's paws as they scratched over his arm for purchase, and the steadily fainting sound of his breathing
Skye went from the short woman to the rather large, lanky werewolf standing on all fours in a few minutes. 'Hurry.' She barely stood up again before she was making a dash towards Ragenard and Desmond. She made it scarcely two paces though before a snarling Julienne planted herself in Skye's path, hackles raised and teeth barred in warning.
Before long, it was over. The massive bulk of Desmond's wolf receded to it's human shape within Ragenard's grasp as the Iverian lapsed into unconsciousness. Ragenard made no move to lower nor reposition Desmond, but merely eased his grip until his breathing stabilized and held his ground. The passage of time continued to flow ever onward as Ragenard awaited the outcome: Would he face another challenger, or move onwards to lead his pack.