Fino Throk's House Oct 23, 2014 3:05:37 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 3:05:37 GMT
The wolf held his ground, growling loudly and baring his fangs. He tried to snap at his master’s hand, but his balance was off since he was only on all three’s, and he missed his target. Deniz wriggled, trying to loosen Fino’s grip of him, but the hooked points held fast and he wasn’t fond of adding talon marks to his list of today’s injuries. He tried not to panic, but even being grabbed by the scruff was too close to his neck, which in turn reminded him of what he had endured not so long ago. At his master’s threat, he growled lowly, ears flattened, his tail partly tucking between his legs. It seemed like the Satellite was going to give in and return to human form, until a breeze blew in carrying a scent that sent a chill down his spine. Suddenly shifting back into human form, Deniz pushed his master out from such an exposed view before he tackled Fino to the ground, and pinned the larger Were underneath him. “Do you have any enemies from Elector? Is there any reason why a weresnake would be here?” Speaking was agony, each word brought a fresh slice of pain and he wasn’t completely certain whether or not he was imagining the taste of blood. His dark gaze searched his master’s urgently, before darting around their surroundings for signs of movement. Not that he expected to see any. The weresnakes themselves could move like ghosts if they were skilled enough, but he was certain it was one of their scents he had caught. Yes, many other Weres could be used as assassins, but being that the weresnakes were the most notorious of them all the instructors had made certain the Satellites could identify their scent.