steadypulse: (A whole fucking year)
SOLDIER: 76 ([personal profile] steadypulse) wrote in [community profile] realmofstories 2021-04-22 02:46 pm (UTC)

Claws flexed the moment his wrist was grabbed, but of course with Reaper and all of 76's own luck his Essence relaxed them nearly immediately; not because he knew who was grabbing him from the warning either. Ears pinned back, but the moment he was lifting up legs bent and tail tucked close- well, outside of a sharp hoof kick to the snout of one of the creatures that lunged up after him. Fingers curled, grasping Reaper's wrist in turn.

Claws grasped like a cage, and there was blood trickling along his arms and hands from claws and teeth of what he'd been fighting against. Got claw to claw with them, could only be expected that he'd suffer some damage just charging in as he was always so very likely to do.

Still, 76 kept himself tucked so there'd be as little drag as possible and he'd be less likely to catch on any of the trees. Arm around knees and all with just a bit of a huff, "Hopefully these things can't sprout wings." Hell at this point he wouldn't be surprised if there were birds just waiting for this either.

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