(CRP) Unleashing your inner beast

[Bloodwyvern]

The orc smiled with satisfaction as the creature went down from one kick, the smile fading slightly as it slowly stood again, slipping back into a battle stance he waited for the next assault intent on repeating the tactic that had worked last time.

Falling for the wolfs feint he stepped to the right, only to be jumped on and have his side torn apart by claws stuck in a deadly embrace with the wolf. The gashes in his side sent blood streaming into the grass staining it a crimson red. Growling in anger the Orc attempted to smash his elbow into the creatures head, and duck away to break out of the grip.

[Bacchus]

The beast's head snaps back at the force of the elbow but the claws dig in. The wolf throws it's head back and howls.

Leaping away from the bleeding orc the wolf stands and stares out of the clearing.

The sound of horns baying at the moon, animals trumpeting in fury grow in volume as the approaching army gets nearer.

The beast looks at Bloodwyvern, " you had better run Orc, if they find you they will kill you.!" With that the wolf bounds into the woods, staying just in sight of the Orc.

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[Bloodwyvern]

The orc heard the sounds following it and saw bacchus run into the trees. His anger grew, causing an abnormal amount of adrenaline to course through his body, making him ignore the pain (An orcish survival trait) and threw his arms back unleashing a roar into the nights sky to reply to Bacchus' army. Then in his anger and blinded rage (a flaw of the orcish survival trait) he sprinted after Bacchus leaving a thin trail of blood after him, forgetting all about picking a weapon, the only thing in his mind was making that beast suffer.

[Bacchus]

The beast runs on two leg, bent low. Flashing away from the Orc. The moon doesn't penetrate the thick forest, darkness enveloping the Orc.

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[Bloodwyvern]

He kept running, jumping over tree roots, vaulting over the odd log that collapsed onto the forest floor once its long life was ended. It was pitch black now, Orcs had a degree of night sight higher than some creatures, but it was no where near good enough to make out fine detail and was probably not suited to sprinting head long through a forest after a few long minutes the orc could barely see Bacchus and roared, while still running "GET BACK HERE!!!!" in common, hoping that would somehow make him respond so that Bloodwyvern could continue attempting to break his neck

[Bacchus]

A glimpse of the wolf out of the corner of his eye. another flash of the beast up high, in the trees. Two more sightings, one far off through the woods, the other jut out of reach behind a nearby tree.

Sound crashes around the Orc as he runs, trumpets blaring. The singing of angels, voices so beautiful as to touch his heart. Dogs howling for blood, horses' hooves crashing around the Orc. Chariots smashing through trees. The Orc becomes one with the hunting party!

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[Bloodwyvern]

The Orc hears the animals crashing around him, ignoring their presence and increasing his pace to try match bacchus' a primal rage rising in his being and he unleashes a roar, attempting another great sprint until he's at what he believes is close enough to catch the wolf, leaping at it in a large tackle in an attempt to pull it down.

[Bacchus]

The orc lands with his hands round the wolf's neck as a howl rises from the huntinng pack. The orc's glee at catching his prey turns to dismay as he feels rough, callused fingers round his own neck. The orc had become prey!

The hunting party formed a circle around the orc/wolf, snarling and growling. The orc was lost in his thoughts, was he prey or was he predator? Now he wasn't sure

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