Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191007200048

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Shanks made the jump. He lashed out with a swift growl and grabbed the bull by its horns, as one would have put it. Using all his physical strength to bring its head down towards the dirt. The Boosin dropped, forelegs buckling as it went down in the grass. Shanks was nearly crushed beneath it.

He felt the Boosin tense, about to buck him off, when the coyotes leapt on. One on the Boosin's rear, another on it's side, another at it's neck. A fourth snapped it's jaws onto the bull's testicles, and the animal screamed.

It writhed, futilely, as the coyotes latched on and together dragged it into the dirt, tearing it apart.

The lead coyote lunged forwards, jaws snapping hold of the Boosin's stomach, skin puckering as it was gathered up in the canine teenth, and pulled. The gut tore open, and steaming intestines came spilling out, sentencing the Boosin to death.

The bull squirmed, weakening, and then was still. The coyotes, collectively, backed off, watching Shanks placcidly.