The cripple walks when the moon is shining

Claws dug deep, hoping that Rixen’s attempts to shake the creature would end up futile. But what the creature hadn’t taken into consideration, was a secondary target. Roscorro lunging and aiming to bite down with his sharp teeth and fling him off. It took some work, but the Harpax wasn’t easily denied. A sharp hissing snarl left his lips as Roscorro connected, and blood began to seep out of his wounds. The Harpax was a large predator, but he was nothing compared to Roscorro and Rixen. Both would easily trample the male if given the chance.

The protective shield that covered his head and eyes did little to protect his back against Roscorro’s assault and the attempts from Rixen to remove him. But it worked. After a moment, the Harpax began to lose his grip, his claws springing free briefly before he slipped off. Blood dripped from his back as he glared at the equines, snarling and daring them to come closer. He could attempt to take one of them on, hoping to be successful in having two large meals.

But when the Harpax lifted his paw to step forward, the muscle began to give out on him. That’s when the fear began to set in, a tendon torn within his shoulder. A sharp shriek slipped from his lips under his protective shield, the feathers sprouting from the shoulders had a long gash in it, witnessed as they flared under the Harpax’s realization that he couldn’t win this fight. So he slunk back, trying to get away the best he could in the hopes the creatures wouldn’t pursue.

As the wings flared, something fell to the ground while the Harpax left. Something the creature had been hoping to hold onto to fill his hunger but left in his fear. There, surrounded by a surprising amount of blood, sat the Palubov tusk.

the Rift
life between worlds

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@Rixen @Roscorro the Harpax has ran after the attack from Roscorro and being shook off by Rixen! He's left behind the Palubov tusk.