So many ways to die... [Irena]

[Teu~]

ooc: Listen to this while you read:
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Deimos saw it all coming too late. He had hardly just braced himself when the beast had growled deep within it's gullet, and threw it's self at Deimos. He felt jowls clamp down on his throat, and chest. Instantly, the wounds that had been made by Irena burst, and blood sprayed all over the place. Deimos gurgled, and blood burst forth from his mouth. Dots began to race across his vision as he was pushed right over the edge. He was barely aware when they were free falling. He felt free. He felt as if he were finally leaving this earth. The serenity didn't last long as he felt his body collide with the make shift mountain, and the Winlow landed on top of him. He felt various different things pop in his body. Something in his back snapped, and something in his hind leg tore. He could feel the sharp jagged edges of the make shift mountain cutting into his skin, and ripping jagged holes in him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All too soon, he collided with the ground where more bones seemed to crack, and break.

Pain exploded through out his body, and strength quickly ebbed away from him as he lay there. He heard the creature thud against the ground, and was still as the grave. Deimos tried to get up, but the black womb that was tugging on him was dragging him deeper into it's grasps. He was losing the ability to breath, the ability to keep his eyes open. His multi hued gaze was on Irena, and she was the last thing he saw. Blood was oozing out of his nose, and from the corners of his mouth. It was draining quickly from the multiple puncture wounds on his neck, and from the numerous wounds on his body. He tried in vain to get up, but nothing would move. He tried in vain to keep his eyes open but he was being drug by unseen hands into oblivion. His eye lids fluttered, and he took one more husky breath before his sides stopped moving. He was laying in a puddle of dark blood. There was so much blood... coming from every where on his body. So many wounds, and he was no longer breathing.

His last conscious thought was "Alec... I'm so sorry." His brother would be angry with him. That was okay though, because he was dead.

occ- he isn't really dead.

[Rivaxorus]

Irena watched in horror as suddenly there was red liquid sprayed upon her face and snout. Making her close her eyes and look away for a moment. The female shivered as she heard the thud. And looked to see the monster still alive. Flash backs covered her brain of the fire, of her sister begging for their lives. As Erebus tore into them. And Deimos....Deimos was his son, Irena had watched Deimos grow up. And she had held a grudge against the god for so long, but now her attachment to Deimos had grown. Even if the pack was sexist, even if he was sexist, he was still a kind man on the inside, maybe she was wrong, maybe he was simply using her, but then so be it. As anger welled up inside of her and her body strained against her emotional distress. Her fur ripped away as she grew to match up with the Winlow's size as it got up in a dizzy manner. Her tail split into two, long cat like as her fangs thickened and grew, her paws lengthening. As she became something of a giant saber tooth cat. She charged forward electricity bubbling into her paws as she tore into the animal at high speeds. Her dual tails moving behind her.

The Winlow struggled against her grip, but it was no match for her anger. As She tore flesh from his body and sprayed more blood over the place. As she yowled at the creature. Head butting it, the surprise in it's face was sickening as it fell in slow motion to the ground it's eyes rolling down to the back of it's head as Irena stood forward and pushed it into a tree. The Winlow whined, and whined as it tried to struggle against her as she hissed deep in her throat, her red eyes gleaming as the Winlow wimpered. She twisted it's neck and it fell to the ground. As she herself fell backwards. Trying to gain control of her second form. As she shook her head in anger, she let the anger die into worry, and was able to shift back into her own form. Rushing over to Deimos. "Deimos, stay with me, I'll carry you back to Erebus, your more important then any kill is" He was still breathing. She could scent his blood coursing through him, she grabbed onto him and pulled him onto her back, moving towards the territory where the doctors could take care of him, and he would be alright. He had to be.