Writing for Graveyard
drawing Quad as a wolf. Hope I got your character correct, but if there are any mistakes let me know.
I wrote this as a precursor to the betrayal, when she still had her pack. I hope this is okay.
Parts of this are graphic so be warned
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The Moon chose to hide tonight. No matter. I see him in the darkness., the thoughts were quick and quiet in her mind. She cloaked herself in the shadows of the trees, her eyes were slightly illuminating. It would be the only thing that could give her away.
She stared at her foe, a heavy-built panther had taken down a wolf and was hastily feeding from the fallen. It wasn't a wolf that Amadalia knew. In fact, it was a wolf from another pack, who must have strayed from safety and met his end here. No, it wasn't anyone she knew, but it angered her all the same.
This panther was a threat to her own pack. And thus, he needed to be taken care of.
She took a step from the shadows, positioning her toned legs, ready to charge at the black creature. And at the moment he turned toward her, the werewolf sprung. She was too quick for him, her jagged antlers gouging the panther. He toppled back, managing to land on his paws, but the wounds were deep. His black fur began to stain red from the blood dripping out.
The panther snarled. Mist rushed from his mouth in the frigid air. Amadalia could understand what he was saying to her - "What in the hell are you? Are you a wolf or a deer?"
She didn't reply, but simply took a few steps toward him. She could tell he was startled, the open wounds on his side already causing him to go into partial shock. He was going to fight for his catch, he couldn't allow this to be the last meal he ate.
Damn the Moon for not being out tonight..., Amadalia cursed in her thoughts.