Storms Rolling In (OPEN)

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Zenya sighed tiredly. She felt a million years old right now. "Clover. There are ways around this other then death. When your pups are born, I will make sure it is in a place this peice of fox dung can not find. There are loners I am with that will help protect you as a pack. If you want...when your pups are born I will take them and you will need never say they came from you. I know wolves that will protect you." Zenya knew it was dangerous but she did have connections among loners. There were brutes and faes alike that would and could help Clover, help protect her. Zenya was looking for any way other then Clover killing herself, her pups or both.

[Sheera]

Clover wasn't open to the idea of giving her pups away. If she did give birth to these pups, she would not want them taken from her. That would be one thing that she could not handle, pups being ripped away from her. The tightest bond is that of a mother and her pups. As she thought of this her face lit up. Her heart accelarated as she spoke, and her words came out fast.. maybe to fast. "My pups, not his pups are going to have a happy life living and breathing with their birth mother, never to ever meet their birth father or have the terrible beginning their mother had had. They will have the most wondeful life any wolf could dream of and will never EVER meet their birth father. I will raise them as they should be raised and protect them as they should be protected, for they will never EVER meet their birth father!" Her high hopes crushed through her with a wave of pain each time her heart beat. She barely winced though the pain was great, this was not emotional pain, but physical and her emotional happiness overpowered it greatly.

[Ärï]

Zenya smiled though her smile was sad. "That's my girl" Zenya murmured, licking Clover's ear. Zenya sighed softly, staring past Clover. Her own mother had been forced but...unlike Clover..Zenya's mother hadn't been able to take it. Zenya didn't know if she'd died or if she'd just run off but Zenya had no memory of her mother and had run in with her father only once. The sick bastard had tried to force her, not knowing she was his daughter. It was this treatment and the rough life she had led that made Zenya such an unapproachable femme. It was this that made her bitter and sharp with a tongue that could kill as well as her fangs and claws. "Let's hope...you're better then those before you." Zenya rose to her paws slowly. She smelled someone...other then Dark Storm, Clover and Opehlia. What conveniant timing. Zenya sighed and turned to leave the den and let Clover sleep.

(i'm gonna make a bio for Zenya's dad)

[Sheera]

(Oh sh*t)

[Ärï]

(i made his bio, it jus needs excepted then u can reply and we'll bring him into the picture trust me when u read his bio bringing him in will seem appropriate)

[Sheera]

(sh*t.)

[Ärï]

(...........u ok?)

[Sheera]

(ha. yeah. I'm just frightened to see what will happen.. Zenya! Stay SAFE!!)

Clover did not sleep. Indeed she stayed awake dreaming of how her pups would look. Every once in awhile she would grimace at the site of a young Greed. She decided (to make herself feel better) that all the pups would look like her. She put her head down, and stared at the entrance.

Ophelia was in the same spot, but now looked thoroughly better. She was sitting up straight with her ears pricked, her shoulders aligned and her frame looking.. its rather small size. She seemed to have done something to make her feel better, and was now looking straight forward, which was in the opposite direction of the den.

[Ärï]

As midnight approached, Dark Storm's head shot up and his ears laid flat. His lips curled back and a low warning growl rumbled in his chest like thunder. Black fur bristled and the large brute rose to his paws, tail stiffening and topaz eyes lighting.

Zenya stepped out of the den and stared into the undergrowth. Her own growl rumbled along with Dark Storm's, eyes hardening to an icy amber glare, muscles tensed and fur bristling. "Guard those two." Zenya flicked her tail at Ophelia and Clover.

Dark Storm padded quickly over to Ophelia. Ignoring any protests the other femme would have, Storm grabbed her scruff and pulled her over to the den, using his nose to shepherd her in with Clover and standing firmly between them and Zenya. Zenya faced the darkness, still snarling.

Claw padded out of the shadows, moonlight dappling his tri-colored coat that looked so much like Zenya's. Identical topaz eyes lit with burning hatred for the world and Zenya's defiance glowed through the darkness as he wove closer to his daughter.

"My my haven't you grown up quite pretty, just like your mother" Claw growled in a silky voice, circling Zenya. Zenya snarled warningly, eyes never leaving Claw, her father.

"Long time no see daddy dearest" Zenya growled back.

[Sheera]

Ophelia snarled from behind Storm. She agiley slipped up to his side and reached her muzzle to his ear. She could see the defiant Claw now and she said in a hushed tone, "Leave us be, we'll be fine.. she'll need help...." Her voice traveled its short journey to him. She stayed next to his ear, she was rearing on her back paws, though she was still not as large as him.

Clover lept to her feet her blood slick fur standing up in sticky mats. She snarled angrily and, ignoring all physical pain lept next to Ophelia. A growl grew in her throat and she pushed Storm. She wanted through. She wanted to tear the brute to pieces, though she had only heard him say one sentence.

[Ärï]

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" Zenya snarled at them, noticing the faes both move to stand beside Dark Storm. "Keep them back!"

Dark Storm nodded and moved once more between the two faes and the father and daughter. This time using force, Dark Storm moved them back, growling a soft warning.

"Aw but sweetheart I want to meet your little friends" Claw purred, circling Zenya and casting an amused look at Ophelia and Clover.

"I'm not your sweet anything" Zenya growled. "Remember? You took away anything in me that might have been sweet!"

Claw laughed, a cold and hollow sound. He seemed thoroughly amused by Zenya's fury and pain. "I bet you're blood's still sweet. Just like that pretty little mother of yours. She was quite fun to chase down." Claw laughed again, enjoying the horrified, disugsted look on Zenya's face. Storm growled in disgust, lip curling angrily. "Too bad she was too weak to fight back when you were born. She wasn't nearly as fun to kill as she was to...have fun with."

[Sheera]

Too far! Too far! Clover snarled with hate. He had gone to far!!! She backed up to the very end of the den and with all her might sped through the small open gap that led to the outside world. No hesitation! No hesitation! She lept out towards the brute, her claws outstretched, her fangs bared. Though she was small, the speed of her escape and attack was in a mere second. Her paws hit the brute's chest and her claws ripped into his face as her fangs launched towards his throat.

Ophelia couldn't tell what was happening until Clover was ontop of Claw and ripping the shit out of him. She snarled and with little mistakes did exactly as Clover all the way up to the escape. The only thing she did different was rear around to his backside and leap there.

A new scent arrived in a split second with the same speed of the femoras. Another mere second past and a third, small femora was ripping at the sides of the brute, snarling with hate. It was hard to see the differences in the four pelts as they tore.

[Ärï]

"NO!" Zenya howled, leaping at them. She grabbed Ophelia's scruff first and with all her might hurled the smaller wolf away from Claw. Grabbing Clover, Zenya pulled her away as well, though gentler.

Dark Storm snarled. "Leave her be!" Storm barked to the two faes. "This is a fight between Zenya and Claw, leave it be." He stood where he had been, simply watching. He'd seen brawls like this in the past, between soldiers or those in command. They usually ended in death. The strongest survived.

Zenya grabbed the unknown femme and hurled her away as well until it was just her and Claw, standing, glaring at one another. Claw watched her with cruel interest and amusement. "Worried about these little mites? There is some sweetness in you after all my little lovely."

"Oh shut up you bag of bones" Zenya growled, rolling her eyes.

Claw's visage darkened and hate flared in his eyes. Fury lit his topaz eyes as he faced his daughter, voice dropping dangerously when he spoke. "Time for me to teach you submission. You never quite got it as well as any other good little fae. Time to break you."

Zenya snarled angrily as Claw leapt at her. Zenya rolled backward with the force and weight of her father, kicking him in his belly and snapping her jaws on his forelegs. Claw lunged and sank his fangs into Zenya's throat. Zenya let out a strangled yelp and writhed like a mad beast, kicking and flailing. She struck Claw in his chest, forcing him back. Zenya leapt to her paws, head lowered and body tense in a battle-ready position, jaws parted in a silent snarl. Again Claw leapt at her and this time his fangs aimed for her face. Zenya didn't have time to back track. A howl rang through the night as Zenya jerked back, stumbling.

Claw stood frozen, watching as Zenya stumbled, shaking her head from side to side and howling. When she raised her head, her right eye was bloodly, a slash running through it. Her howls quieted and silence fell over the pair as they glared at each other.

"You. Damned. Bastard" Zenya growled, panting and trembling slightly.

Claw smirked. "That's my mark. Should have given it to you a long time ago but just consider it a little late birthday presant."

[Sheera]

The three femoras stumble towards eachother and stood in a straight line. Sisters at Arm. Literally. The three faes all stood the same heighth. They pressed together, but did not look at each other. Why? They were connected already. Connected through their minds. They were speaking right now.

[Ärï]

Zenya glared at her father through one eye. Claw glared right back, a cruel cold smile seemingly frozen on his visage. The brute wove forward, Zenya turning her head to keep him in her sights. When he leapt again, Zenya sidestepped and sank her fangs into his shoulder. Snarling, Claw dropped and rolled in the oppisate direction, jerking Zenya off her paws. Zenya rolled with Claw until she let go of his shoulder and staggered away from him, scrambling to her paws. Claw leapt up and ran at her almost before she could get full balance back. Zenya leapt to the left, Claw followed and rammed into her. Zenya had run out of room and her back hit a tree, the wind knocked clean out of her.

Coughing, Zenya struggled, trying to kick Claw or bite him, something to make him move. Claw smirked at Zenya. "Say hello to your mother." Claw lunged at Zenya's throat, fangs sinking into her flesh. Zenya's howl was cut short, still writhing, trying to break free.