tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-08-09 22:28:00 |
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Aaron was not happy with the way things were turning out. All right, it had been a trap; that wasn't their fault, they were following orders. Orders he'd just love to tear the consequences for from Lestrange's hide, but that wasn't going to happen. He'd just have to find a more constructive outlet for his rage at the number of werewolf deaths he saw around him. None of them were Tabby, at least; she was fighting alongside him, glorious as ever. If those fucking humans had killed his mate, none of them would have left uninjured. He wasn't inclined to let them leave without blood anyway, even if they weren't in their stronger wolf forms for the fight. Aaron had still grown up brawling, and he was determined to have blood for tonight's debacle. "Cut off a buck from the herd," he growled to Tabby, as another of their compatriots fell. "I want a proper fight." It was frustrating falling into such a trap like this, and even more infuriating to Tabitha to have to watch more members of the pack fall because of the ambush. These wizards almost seemed to have known werewolves were going to be sent here; but how? They came prepared with guns -- what happened to just using their wands and throwing spells about? This was not good for them, not at all, and she had a feeling Fenrir would not be pleased with this news once they returned. "Right, I don't want to leave this fight without taking one of them down," she responded, examining her surroundings to look for someone who might be able to keep up with them enough for a little fun. It was boring when their prey fell so quickly under their claws. Tabitha's eyes fell upon a gruff looking man who seemed more experienced in fighting than the others, and she grinned, licking her lips. "That one." Yes -- this one seemed to have a lot of fight in him, and she immediately advanced on him from behind to try and catch him off guard. She reached out with her arms, ready to dig her sharp nails into Moody's wand arm as she snarled and lunged to close the distance between them, and to pull him away from the rest of the wizards. As Tabby went at Moody from behind, Aaron darted in from the left side, where the Auror's missing eye was covered by a leather patch. Taking advantage of the blind spot, he slammed into Moody's side, trying to knock him off-balance enough that Tabby's attack would at least get his wand out of the picture. The fight had been going decently. Werewolves were no walk in the park, but at least they couldn't cast Unforgivables. Moody would be kicking himself later, blaming arrogance for his lack of vigilance; now, as the Pryces closed in, he swore and sent a stupefy at Aaron. His aim was off, with the werewolf coming at him from his blind side, his perception was off. This wasn't going to be easy. With Moody distracted, Tabitha took the chance while he was casting a spell at Aaron to grab onto his shoulder, claws cutting in deeply as she held on tight. "Come on, let's make this a fair fight," she growled at the wizard, trying to wrestle the wand from Moody's hand, dragging her claws along his arm. Sure, two against one wasn't exactly a fair fight -- especially when the two of them are werewolves -- but true fairness was never something Tabitha paid much attention to. All she knew was that this man had a wand, and they didn't. Aaron ducked the spell, stumbling a little in his haste. As Tabby raked her claws along Moody's arm, shredding the sleeve and the skin beneath it, Aaron lunged, grabbing the Auror's other arm sinking his teeth into the unprotected flesh at Moody's wrist, shaking his head sharply to tear at the flesh. Moody snarled, forgetting his wand for a moment, and twisted around to slam his head into Tabitha's face. Well, Tabitha certainly hadn't expected that -- and the impact against her face sent her reeling, stumbling backwards and tripping to fall right on her arse. Oh, this one certainly could fight, and she grinned, blood trickling down her face from her nose, but she paid this no mind. She stumbled again as she tried to stand back up, and instead used the momentum to run on all fours in a crude imitation of her more elegant wolf form, hunched over and awkward, back towards the fight between her husband and the wizard. She threw herself at Moody's legs, trying to tackle him to the ground; if only the could bring him down and pin him, oh, then she and Aaron could have their fun. Tabitha sank her teeth into his leg, right above the back of his knee, eyes nearly fluttering shut at the first taste of blood that night. Moody roared, a savage, primal sound of rage and pain, catching Aaron in the face with one fist, hard enough to split the skin. Almost thrilled by the pain and the strong, sharp scent of blood, Aaron twisted his head again, tearing loose his mouthful of flesh, and raked his claws along Moody's side, shredding cloth and skin, adding more blood to the already heady copper scent hanging heavy in the air. She almost wanted to laugh at the sound of his pain, but that would have meant she had to tear herself away from the mouthful of blood and flesh -- Tabitha would just have to take it with her. She chewed on the back of his leg, grinding her sharp teeth through skin and tendons and muscle until she was able to pull her head back, taking a chunk of him with her as she did so. It was too large to swallow all at once and so she spat it out, finally able to laugh madly without hindrance. "Poor, poor baby -- does this hurt?" she mocked, digging her hand into the open wound and pulling at the flesh. With her free hand, she pressed her claws against the side of his kneecap, trying to push between the triangular bone to get at the join itself. It wasn't at easy as she hoped, though -- she would have to put a little more effort into it if she expected to tear that from him. Moody screamed, his leg buckling and sending him crashing to the ground. Quick as a flash, Aaron went for the same leg that Tabby was attacking, tearing into the ankle, going for the Achilles' tendon. With Moody now on the ground and more vulnerable to their attacks, Tabitha was determined to finish the task she had set out upon for herself. She bent her body down over his leg, biting viciously into his skin right at the knee, pressing her teeth against the soft spot between the kneecap and the rest of the leg. Oh, if only she were a wolf right know, she could be ripping into him and spilling his blood everywhere. It was so much more difficult as a human. She continued stripping away the flesh beneath his knee with her hands, claws slashing through skin and muscle, mangling his leg. She didn't plan on leaving any bit of him recognisable once she was through. Aaron spared a savage smile for Tabby -- that was his girl, face smeared with gore and twisted with savagery and utterly beautiful. Moody's hands were groping at the floor, blindly searching for his wand; Aaron leaned over and plucked up the length of wood, shifting to kneel on the arm Tabby had been clawing. "Looking for this?" he asked in a sing-song tone, tilting his head quizzically. "I should be kind and give it to you, then, shouldn't I?" Taking the other wrist in his hand, he squeezed hard until he heard bones crack, until Moody screamed again, and dug one claw into the palm, digging a ragged, round wound. He dug the narrower end of the wand into the wound, gouging it deeper, and then, with another smile, slammed Moody's hand down against the ground, driving the wand right through it. Tabitha had to stop what she was doing for just a moment to watch Aaron, wondering what his intentions were when he was retrieving the wizard's wand. "Oh, darling, you're ever so thoughtful," she laughed despite the poor wizard's pain. "It's not every day a werewolf would give you your wand back now, is it? I think you owe him your thanks, don't you agree?" She did not wait for Moody to respond, however -- even if she already assumed he would not obey her demands -- and dug her claws into his already mauled leg once again. "Come on, say thank you!" she snarled angrily at him, ripping and shredding the flesh around his kneecap. She pulled with her hands and tore into him with her teeth, finally ripping the entire patella straight out of his leg as blood spilled and pooled beneath him and around her knees, soaking into her clothes. Another scream tore from his throat, and his vision went black for a few moments, pain and shock nearly overcoming him. But he wasn't going to get out of this by passing out, he knew; the pain would have to be endured, at least until he got the werewolves off him. Tabitha was the more immediate threat, doing the most damage. Moody rocked his weight back onto his upper back and shoulders, another hoarse cry escaping as his damaged leg moved, bone scraping the ground, and drove his good foot straight into her gut, putting all the force of his body behind it. She had actually believed that Moody didn't have the energy to fight back anymore, after losing so much blood and suffering so much pain, but Tabitha quickly learnt her mistake of assuming their prey was down and out. She was once again caught off guard as she took the kick in full force and she doubled over with a cry as she fell back from him, clutching her stomach from the blow. Curling his fingers around the wand still sticking through his hand, Moody pointed it at Aaron and managed to get out an offensive spell, drawing a line of blood down the werewolf's face. Aaron snarled, falling back and grabbing at Tabby, growling, "fucking wizards! Fuck this, Tabs, he's not gonna walk on that leg again, let's go. No point us all getting slaughtered." Tabitha staggered up to her feet with Aaron's help, grabbing his arm for support until she was a little less winded. She was furious, and if it weren't for her husband's words of wisdom she might have wanted to stay and keep fighting until they killed at least one of them, but she knew he was right. She nodded in agreement, and she turned and called out to the remaining werewolves who were still alive to retreat -- if she and Aaron were the only ones to return, Fenrir would not have been pleased with them. They may as well leave while they can and hoped the wizards who set up the trap suffered from what damage they were able to do, at least. Fighting Tabitha off and casting the spell at Aaron had taken all Moody's remaining strength. Struggling to sit up, to get up, to see if any of the others were hurt, the movement dragged at his leg. White-hot pain shot through him, crimson flashed in front of his eye, and he blacked out. |