Dreams Left Behind
by Kathryn Meyers Goolsby
Dad went in swingin'. He could do that, he was speed shifter.
His blood went warm with the shift and adrenaline. A part of his mind was focused on the shift, on the weapons and defenses that he would need: Fangs, Fur, Claws. His sky blue eyes became peircing, he was losing his control on the magic and letting the rage control him. Out of the darkness a figure leaped at him, he raised his hand/paw and snarled. ~foolish~ With all of his strength behind it his paw landed on the muzzle of the beast. It yelped and was knocked silly.
There was no moment of respite. He felt paws on his back and in an instant later the force knocked him to the ground, he landed rather hard. How he landed though tripped the ?n's„ga that had attacked him.
His eyes narrowed, and he peeled his lips from fangs. He started to rise, intent on his foe, whose was flat on it's back...
There were a few lessons to learn in a fight:
One: attacking from the front isn't such a smart idea.
Two: Don't leave your back unguarded.
Three: If you happen to trip and fall after trying to pounce and rend an foe, you're a dumbass. You deserve what you get.
