king & leonhardt

nisi-tenebrae replied to your post: (( aaaaa nof rick i was doing so good i was doing...

my mother said I was going to fail math when I got my first B minus……….I just gave her a death glare after that. Everything can be solved with death glares.

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This was beginning to get quite old. They’d been following her for quite a while now, and she felt her legs couldn’t pull her along any faster. Swish, swish. The sound of the grass as it flew by her, her ears pricking at it, seemed somewhat distracted her, sending her into the absolute wrong neck of the woods. Paws clenched, shoving themselves deep into the dirt and bringing Annie to a halt. She lifted her snout, the warm scent of danger flooding her nostrils. Pearly whites were brought together in some sort of a snarl, though no noise was created, and she immediately ducked low, crawling through the shrubbery in hopes of staying far away from the river which was barely a few pawsteps away.

  There, that was the epitome of peril. A village near-purely consisting of hunters was nearby, and she knew that her existence was not safe there. She was certainly not a fan of putting her life in jeopardy.

  Scrambling in the opposite direction, eyes wide and alert as they searched for more humans, the werewolf could only hope she was no longer being trailed after. She had a pack to take care of; to maintain, to protect, and to feed. She couldn’t afford to sacrifice herself quite yet.

  The uneasiness that boiled in her stomach and veins was not a welcomed one. She knew this feeling of premonition anywhere.

  A hunter was closer than she would have preferred.

  Much, much closer. Her teeth gnashed as she contemplated what exactly she should do, and came to the conclusion; the one she hated most, that she’d likely have to turn back and fight in order to escape this one. Her tail waved, practically beckoning her nemesis closer, her claws scraping against the silt as she turned on her heels and began padding back towards the strong scent of displeasure. Jaws parted and a slobber-coated tongue lolled out in anticipation. This was it, life or death. She’d leave here with blood on her hands, or a bullet through her skull.