you're the beacon / birthing / warrick & any

[Diorae]

-Diorae-

The wolf’s howl is like a shot signalling the start of the race. Her amber eyes only linger on his form for a short second, then her gaze is back on her prey. No way she would allow him to steal her prize. Just as the lioness would not let herself be scared away by a tall standing, winged equine. She snarls her ever silent growl, ears flattening against her head as her claws dig into the ground, searching for a steady stance to launch herself.

Her eyes narrow themselves as she takes in the bay and navy male, lips parting to show her teeth, but she only pushes forward to come out of hiding – though she didn’t go unnoticed anymore at that point already – as her eyes move back to the tired female and child again.

Lions excelled at their launching speed, she would be faster, but she is very much aware that her prey and her protectors have much better endurance. That meant, in order to succeed, she must be fast. The lioness goes straight for Warrick, powerful muscles working as she sets in her death run, teeth bared at him. Not to scare him, but let him think she’s going for him. In that way, he maybe, wouldn’t be ready for her to sharply bend of her path to bolt past him at his left.

She ducks to pass underneath his wing, not caring for the feathers, but also losing sight of his legs. It wouldn’t matter. Her prize was within eyesight again, yet she realises too late that the distance it too large for her to succeed. She might have, if not for the wolf daring to steal her prey, or the stallion trying to defend is family. Mother and child were still weak and tired. But so does her child slow the lioness.

A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.

OOC: Sorry for the late ánd lameness, I totally understand if you all chose to drop this thread because it is kinda old.
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