Hunting Rules & Success / Injury

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: Hunting Grounds

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Silk ran with diligence, charging through the air after the elk, yipping and snapping at it to direct it into Mercy's jaws. Despite the kick by the galloping doe, the Brawler kept going, ignoring the pain and still showing alertness and attentiveness to the hunt. Vladimir and Calypso arrived in the nick of time, helping the rest of the party tackle the prey down to the ground. Silk attempted to leap onto the side/back of the prey, bunching up her haunches and readying her shoulders, but she wasn't quite confident in herself. The black fae remained on the ground with an awkward stance, prancing as the elk stumbled, trotting at an ever so slow pace as the prey's injury, along with the weight of several wolves on her, brought her down. Silk nearly missed being crushed by the elk as it plummeted into the mud, splashing Silk. The dirty, tired fae took a step back, knowing she did her job. She chased, guided, and delivered; tackling and killing were not the jobs, and so the dark, exhausted Brawler stood nearby, watching the kill ensue. Mercy delivered the blow with swiftness and professionalism as the others watched idly by. In the meantime, Silk would have ignored her numb, bruised neck, along with the pain in her shoulder and spine which would cause pain in her right upper leg. There wasn't a sign of this though, as Silk pushed it aside and wanted to look strong in front of her pack mates. She stood with her head lowered and front paws together, with perked ears, watching the elk take it's last breath. Mud and sludge drenched Silk's once silky coat, causing the fur to look cemented and grey and matted. With a quiet, closed, dripping maw and a heaving chest, the wolfess's yellow eyes watched intently, expecting to step in when it came to dragging the prey back. As Aedeian approached, Silk's head remained lowered but her eyes followed the fellow Brawler, looking up and sideward to the female as she walked up. A low growl rumbled in through her throat as Aedeian drew closer, and as she felt her muzzle touch her dirtied pelt the fae's hind legs jumped westward and a vicious bark slipped through Silk's intimidating fangs. With flattened ears and a curled lip, Silk warned Aedeian to keep her distance, and that she did not want to feel intimate right now. Another snarl-less growl would be directed towards the wolf, warning her to stay away. The black Brawler walked away from Aedeian, towards the dead animal, purposely walking with a strong footing and hiding the limp-like walk she would be taking. After her petty and disappointing performance in the hunt, Silk felt belittled and embarrassed for herself, and did not want any part in intimacy with her pack right now. This was her chance to prove herself, she thought. What will this injury mean for the tournament? With a snarl to herself and a swipe of her tongue, Silk grimaced and shook her head, knowing that she would get through this and win what ever she had to win to show Roman that she could be a Worthy, and even a Champion. The ebony wolf made a note to herself to get Calyspo to look at her wound once they have returned.

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