The Game of Coyote Rule 1: Love your pain or Die
#2 of The game of Coyote
It's been awhile, i know, but I starting on a new series called Coyote, a bloodsporting game, featuring Musica Wolfsbane, a wolf pup known for his legendary blood.
I did it, I never thought that I would have the balls to do it: I jumped. From the 30 foot prison, I wished I would've at least had the decency to keep by the wall so I would've at least had some friction to stop me from falling. I had to make it out or he wouldn't like me anymore; I really want to be able to have to love of my brother, the only love I still have. I remember what he constantly told me in the past, "You're only as strong as me when you're able to slow down and breathe my same air," and today I was more than ready to cover myself in his air like clothes on my body. After hitting the unforgiving concete, I quickly started to think to myself how I was supposed to exactly get out of the cage at the zoo, meaning getting out of prison without fully killing myself. I looked at the Eli, rare magic fur that I embedded into my back head so I wouldn't lose it, carving my claw over the mistake I made taking it with me, even as my brother insisted. Alarms blasted their sounds louder than explosions from bombs, I got lost in the moment and actually had the guards running outside ready to capture me again, damn.
I made another desperate move and started running through the fields; after a second the guards stopped completely, laughing as I started reaching the muddy field, vast with floating, spiky objects, probably bombs, bobbing left and right in the water like a diver seeing a shark. I didn't have a choice, I didnt want to think about any other option. Diving as deep as possible, I started losing my breath in the water, floating to the top and holding the Eli tight in my hand with my last ounce of oxygen, remember Rule One, of Coyote, deep in my mind: "Pain can't hinder you or you will die." Next thing you know, chains of explosions began letting off others, and others afterwards for minutes at the time. All I could vaguely remember is the feeling of my tears vaporizing with every bite I would take into my maw: I knew I wasn't going to die, but I wanted to see it some to past so badly.
Seconds later, looking at the Eli after almost three minutes worth of explosions from highly toxic bombs, I satrted crawling out of the now-empty watering hole of a river. The clumps of fur started to decrease, dwindling with every desperation I spoke into it; I can't explain why, but this fur had a way of making my desperations end almost immediately. The chain explosions were so maswsive, no water feared to be around the explosions. I began panting very hard, feeling the extreme burn in my head from the overheating of the crimson lump of fur. "Why do I keep you around," I thought to myself, "You don't do anything but take my luck away. Guess I'm lucky enough to be able to get out the door after being servant for so long." I laughed wildly giving a free howl, taking the dust behind my tail as I started running for San Antonio; I had someone to speak with. But first, sadly, I had to deal with the tailhole right in front of me.
Yes, I remember him clearly. He was one of the Coyote players, Naile Osworth, hunter, bloodletting doctor, world record asshole crossbreed with dashes of the madness of stupid intelligence. Looking at his paws, I connected the dots of why the fox was coming to see me, taking my index claw out, thinking of how to ,regulation-safe, cut off his head long enough for him to talk to me so I can continue my forge towards Antonio.
"Child, you have no place in Coyote, leave the madness of gaming and run from this place while you still have your sanity." He attempted to reach for me, quick bastard, but I wasn't having it, turning my right paw, which held the Eli, away from his forwarding dry-orange left paw.
"You need to watch yourself, Fox, I don't trust my madness to anyone but the one who loves me enough to kill me!" I growled extremely loud, feeling the Eli turn ice cold in my hands with every bit of rage that I took into my heart. "Before I give up my madness, I'd fucking swallow my opponents like Jello, don't come around here threatening a Wolfsbane."
"Very well....," He gave a deep frown from his rusty maw, giving an evil smile after a second, dripping a orangish-brown substance on the ground from the right side of his maw. "You don't even know the game you play, Seayagate was an idiot to have put you into a den of lions as a defenseless little worm. I bet you don't enough know the power you hold in your hands..., foolishly casting away thread after thread of hair without any consideration of the toll it's putting on your body." He started speaking in a very dry voice, standing behind me after his second sentence, not moving however. I could smell the rank poison of the acid that rotted off the effectiveness of his armor; it was so deeply sour that I started to tear up and have a stiff headache.
"Yo-u, you're not gonna ge-," I began throwing up, having a massive headache, like a weight just got thrown directly on my head. "No, get up....damn it!"
"It's over for you, you won't even be able to use Eli to save you this time," He rasped, racking the blade of his slim boardsword on the right side of my neck. It was almost immediately, I knew I was going to die where I stood, or at least that is what I wished for, what i prayed for. Before the sword impacted my fur slightly, i heard a metal scrape against it, only cutting e slightly a couple inches from Jugular vein. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, all i could do was see, a red cape and a metal right hand, then pass out from weariness, cuddled over my the cooling desert rain. And that's where it all began, so began my game of Coyote.