by Sylvia Sun Nov 03, 2013 8:22 am
I drew up to my full height and towered over him. He foolishly ripped off his sling. I shook my head at him and smiled. He claimed the break was fake and shook my head again. "It's not fake fox," I said calmly. "When I set the bone I felt them move, I felt the fracture in the bone. I felt the two pieces of one bone. All you will do is injure it again. I know your a fox and at this point I do not care. Bones physically can not heal in a few days no matter what you do or what you are."
I chuckled. "Numbers get you killed here fox. This isn't a game. There is no strategy. There are no rules. What happens today can very well be different tomorrow. You could be dead tomorrow. There is no set of rules. Nothing is reliable. People aren't reliable. People cheat and steal and lie and betray. Nothing is reliable here."
He started talking about how much of a fox he is and I rolled my yes unimpressed. He talks way too much. He's all bark and no bite. My point was proven as he took out a knife and stabbed me with it. That made me mad. That was the last draw. I leaped on him as he turned around to walk away. I was much bigger than he was and pinned him down with my weight alone. I swiftly ripped the knapsack off his back and threw it away. I cut the sheath from his belt and threw it next to the knapsack. As a precautionary measure I ripped open all his pockets and found no more knives.
I held him down so he couldn't move. I pressed his face in the grass with my muzzle. "Only a fool would travel with you," I said calmly. "You can't even defend yourself. You have to rely on pathetic human weapons." I opened my mouth and delicately put both jaws around his neck, like a fatal necklace. A choker , I thought, I smiled. "You missed all vitals fox," I said. "You missed everything. It doesn't even hurt. You hit a rib. A wolf's anatomy is slightly different from a fox's. However my teeth do not miss like your human knife. I know exactly where your jugular is. Your not the first fox I've killed." I licked my raspy tongue on his throat. I opened my jaws and lightly pinched the skin. I made my expectations quite clear. "You move, you die."
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