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He could feel the pain as the poisonous claws whipped across his face. But he couldn't do anything. Not yet. Another blow. Almost there. And...yes Free. His opponent was mocking him. It was an overgrown bear demon. Well this would be fun. He glanced over at his pack and his mate. Would they want to join in the fun? But wait... his mate was wounded. He howled in rage. The bear demon laughed and tried to attack again but he was to fast and dodged the blow. He snarled and ripped the demon's head off. In an instant he was at his mate's side. Her side was marred by the mark of claws. He saw his pack members try to get near them and growled at them. They backed away. Good they knew he was stronger them. But he had to take care of his mate. He bent his head over the cut at sniffed it. No poison that was good. He whined and sniffled at it again. He liked the scent of blood but not the scent of his mate. It meant she was hurt. He didn't like her being hurt. He was supposed to protect her. She moved and opened her eyes. She reached out for his hair but suddenly stopped and her scent filled with fear. What was the matter? He reached out to touch her face but her fear just increased. He placed a hand on her face and the scent of overwhelming fear was scented by his nose. Why? What was the matter? She must be still in panic after she had been hurt. He would give her time. He moved away and saw his pack a good distantance. He motioned them closer. They walked slowly and carefully. Suddenly his head turned an he jumped towards a bush. He smiled as he killed a large rabbit. He shredded it into a pulp. It wasn't as much fun as a oni but still there was a trill of blood. He looked over to his mate to see if she was watching him. She had to know that he could hunt. She was asleep again. He looked down at the pulp in his hands and smiled. This would make good food for her. It would replace her lost blood. He walked over and touched her cheek. She awoke and he placed his hand over her mouth. She opened her mouth and he poured the pulp in. She coughed and looked up at him. He watched as her body grew tense. He brushed her hair out of her face. Her lips were beautiful covered in blood. Her voice whispered his name and she raised a hand to slowly touch his face. He closed his eyes. She was back to normal. That was a good thing. Suddenly the pup she took care of bounce onto her. The pup turned to look at him then hid behind his mate. He snorted. So the pup wanted to play games with him? Well then. He reached behind his mate and pulled the pup back by his tail. The pup tried to get away. He did a horrible looking smile and released the pup. The pup started running. He caught him again. This game was played for awhile. But then he decided it was enough and went back to his mate who was watching them. He sat down by her. She said something. But he was lost in the words after the first syabul. He purred and was content but then he caught wind of something. He didn't like the smell at all. His pack was on full alert. Whoever it was it was a foe. He smiled. More blood. He watched as the creature came out into the open. It was a man. He smelled the scent of both human and demon. A half-breed.(Naraku) Probably wouldn't be as much fun then. Oh well it would still die. He howled and attacked. The man looked over towards him with something that looked like shock on his face. He smiled as his claws ripped a hole in the man. But the wound sealed right back up. The creature didn't have any blood in him. How annoying. He spotted some wasp demons. They would bleed. He killed them all until there was no sign of anymore. Suddenly he heard his mate call him to her. He went back to her side. The male member of his pack suddenly opened a void in his hand. He wondered what that was? Oh well it seemed to be drawing in the creature. But suddenly he smelled poison. His pack member seemed to have gotten poison in his hand but the creature was half in. The female pack member cut the flesh off so that he could close the hole. He snarled. One of his pack had been hurt. He launched himself at the enemy and slice a arm clean off. His mate fired an arrow at the enemy and m ore of him was blasted off. He snarled and launched himself at his foe again and again. Each time wounding it. This was trilling. Finally the enemy had had enough and fled. He howled a challenge at the fleeing enemy and was about to pursue when he saw something on the ground. Something that called to him. He bent and picked it up. It was an old blade. But somehow he was suddenly feeling sleepy. He was feeling very sleepy in fact. Maybe after a nap he would go after his prey. But for now...
There we go. The third part of it. I hope you liked it. Please review. Thanks!
-Murdoca