Njack
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Post by Njack on Aug 18, 2008 18:08:31 GMT -5
Nectar yelped as the other wolf lunged at her, scraping her side.
She narrowed her eyes. I may be a coward, but I'm not giving up!
She lunged at Nepthys. Chances of contact? Virtually none. A miracle, perhaps.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 18, 2008 18:20:16 GMT -5
Nepthys was taken by suprise at Nectar's sudden leap. She froze momentarily, the neophyte hitting her shoulder and causing her to stumble and trip backwards. She snarled, eyes narrowing with annoyance ans she rose to her paws. "I don't take smack from my dinner! That'll be your last hit, whelp!" She let out a screech and charge back at Nectar.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 18, 2008 19:55:15 GMT -5
((I know Kunai... I've made so many pups, and pup names, I CAN'T REMEMBER WHOS WHO!! GIVE ME A BREAK!! **maddened look**))
Briggitte smiled, Severian whipping his head around at his name. They both came running, brother and sister, though they knew nothing of it, their dark green eyes flashing. Briggitte did not seem doubtful anymore, as she galloped to Kar's side, and glanced over at Severian, the odd feeling of looking in the water hitting her, then disappearing. Their fur was not the same, but their eyes were the same unique dark shaded green.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 18, 2008 20:03:02 GMT -5
(( You have Rafael in the Yozoran pack -- he's part of Saskia and Crow's litter if you wanted to know *trying to be helpful* ))
Kippy slipped in next to Severian, and Weed slid in next to Brigitte, smiling at her and winking. "Let's have some fun!" The two wolves charged forward with the unknown siblings, leaping and scratching at Nepthys wherever they could get at her, tearing into each of her flanks with teeth and claws. Technique didn't matter now. They had numbers on their side.
Regulus and Bloodsbane snarled and gave chase and Freya limped desperately for the healer den. Weed and Kippy hit the two warriors sqaure in the chest, rebounding and whipping away to deliver blows to the warriors' flanks. Freya managed to safely reach the healer den, where she collapsed, unconscious.
Annelise was still missing from the pack.
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Njack
Lupus Proeliator
Yes, I am happeh.
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Post by Njack on Aug 18, 2008 20:11:32 GMT -5
Well, that was a miracl- wait, what?
"I'm not a-" Nectar flew backwards as the hit connected. She slid in the dirt, finally managing to scramble back to her feet.
She leaped at the other wolf again, scratching at the wolf's shoulder.
Good, more wolves to help now. Guess I'll just contribute...
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Post by Sheera on Aug 18, 2008 23:13:05 GMT -5
Briggitte aimed a blow with her claws at Bloodbane, then one with her back paw at Regulus. She aimed a Neothys as well, her claws outstretched. Severian was busy biting ravenously into Bloodsbane's tail, his claws digging into his flanks. He growled greedily as he did so, but he didn't like the tangy, sickly liquid in his mouth-- bleh!
[[short, I have to go, and I'm trying to stay on and chat awhile]]
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 19, 2008 14:39:29 GMT -5
Weed and Kippy were too busied now with Bloodsbane and Regulus to do much damage to the sly fae. Nepthys was not touched but Brigitte's aim;; she and Nectar were too busy sparring away from the others to be close enough to merge battles. Nepthys took Nectar's scrape to her side, wincing as it cut her narrowly, then pushed forward to pin her.
Regulus and Bloodsbane were not so fortunate. Regulus ducked barely to miss Brigitte's blow, but still got a small cut in his forhead. Weed had bitten Bloodsbane's chest deeply, but had abandoned him to help Kippy with Regulus. He and Kippy focused on the dark warrior's flanks, but were no unaffected by retaliation. Regulus tore away from them and prowled around them, and they continued to slither in a deathly circle. Bloodsbane howled as Severian attacked his tail and Brigitte rakes his flanks, the sudden attack being unexpected. He crouched low for a moment, then flung his tail and rear forward, meaning to dislodge and fling Severian, too. His back legs touched the ground once more and he whirled on Brigitte, as her score marks had been the worst blows he'd taken yet, besides Freya's scar left near the back of his neck. He charged toward her, jaws snapping.
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Post by Sheera on Aug 19, 2008 16:41:13 GMT -5
Severian was thrown off, going several few away, and landing with a dull thud, splashing the blood of another wolf everywhere, he breathed heavily where he was. He tried to move, wincing as a sharp pain in his chest rippled; he had a broken rib. Briggitte held on with her claws, they were deep in his flanks, but she craned her neck away quickly to avoid his snapping jaws, her jaws snapped back, her powerful jaw aiming towards his snout. She pull a paw of claws quickly out of his flank, then stabbed them powerfully above the already carved wounds that she had made before. She growled, her jaws still snapping towards his muzzle.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 21, 2008 23:17:56 GMT -5
Dawn was breaking. But more than that, something else was breaking, too. The lungs of a screaming she-wolf.
It was Nightshade, she was keeled over, blood pumping from her mouth, in slow, sluggish rivers. Her near-violet pelt was now littered in red, her back left leg bent out at a strange angle. But none of this seemed it bother her. Everything seemed utterly irrelevant. Her eyes were fixed on five wolves above Sabela's den, on the rock overhangings. Eyes wide and frozen open in horror.
"Miss me?" Came the female's sly chuckle. The five wolves were shrouded in mist and shadow, but none would mistake such a horrible beauty, such a disaterous elegance. She was more than just beautiful. She was goddess-like, her features perfectly slimmed, porportioned and refined, with just enough muscle visible to show she was not your regular dainty damsel. Her pelt was thick and long, but not ragged or burnt like her co-parts' pelts were. Her eyes were masked with the black hood she'd always worn, lined with a thin rim of a soft, rich brown. He back was a cloak, the same black and brown outline flowing down and ending just before the tip of her tail and the mid-points of her flanks. This gave way to a rippling white, softer than clouds. But her eyes... So absolutely consuming, piercing blue planets that demanded all attention, that witheld all of her sterling magnificence and suspended it on a thread in the air in front of her peers. She was an angel. And one that was already claimed. And one that was certainly not a bringer of light. And on her regal, precious face, a smile brewed on her maw. "Ancient histories die hard. Empires harder..." She leaped down from the stone, padding towards Nightshade at a leisurely stroll. "Oh, but this one, m'dear....." she whispered, excitement thick in her voice. "....this one might've died in the glory days, but she's risen from darkness, not ashes. And Babylonia will come to rule the hearts of you foolish mortals once again."
Bloodsbane tore away from Brigitte, eyes fixed intently on the wolves behind Babylonia. "Bring them forth!" She called harshly, tail swishing to signal her comrades.
Snare held a brutalized, bleeding Mystic in her teeth, and threw her towards the edge of the ledge, claws in ready position to pierce her waiting throat. Another wolf tossed a mangled pup at his mother's side;; the one who'd only wanted to be her hero. Corsivo was held just as ready for execution as his mother.
Nightshade's screams stopped, and she crumpled to a heap at Babylonia's paws, sobbing. The she-wolf backed away, looking disgusted. "Funny. Don't you packwolves honor wolves who die for you? Shame you've let the old ways go. I always loved those old days..."
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Post by Destiny on Aug 22, 2008 9:11:25 GMT -5
Like the pelts of so many others, brute's dark brown, gray canvas was singed, and tainted with the ashes that had made their home upon him. Those piercing, wretched eyes glimmered at the action around. Perhaps beast jogged towards Regulus and Bloodsbane once to see how they were doing, but didn't join in. But of course, his attention had been drawn to the screaming Nightshade. Blood stained claws digging into the earth below figure as he watched her in disgust. Bodice inched forward, tongue licking at his jaws hungrily. Finish her, it'll be so much fun... But of course he wouldn't do that yet. Even if he'd been about to, attention found itself ripped away from the beta. Because she was here. The goddess, the perfection, the greatest wolf he'd ever known. And she was before his eyes once again, after so long burning in Hellfire, she was there again. The rage of her death had never gone away, but it was startled into the back of his mind now, as Ashur gazed towards her.
"To go or not to go, that is the question. Do I cross? Enter the camp, find her? Fall to my knees in front of her and beg like the pathetic creature I am? Or do I let my last chance fly away? Just like that, she'd be gone from my life. No more agony, no more confusion, no more desire so strong I want to slaughter myself for feeling it.... But I don't want that." The alpha should have been with his pack. Every wolf in the forest should, right now, be with their pack. Or at least on their own pack's territory. But Iver had already broken one rule, and was trespassing. Though subconsciously, and not conciously, he was aware of it. Slow steps were being taken towards the camp, though the entirety of the world outside his mind was completely ignored right now. As if it did not exist. Iver wasn't loyal. Not to anyone more then Nightshade. He needed her like a fish needs water, like a flame needs kindling, like a star needs a sky. Perhaps that's why Iver stumbled in then. Stupid, stupid Iver. And the first thing he saw, from his position in the darkest shadows surrounding the camp, from his hiding place, was her. "Nightshade..."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 22, 2008 12:43:04 GMT -5
Babylonia clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, seemingly impatient. "All right then, looks like we've got one grovelin' already -- hey, what so you all we get this show on the road, eh? Just kill 'em Snare. Really, we could go through the dramatics of making her choose, but I wanna see some real bloodspill here -- looks like Bloodsbane and Regulus don't have their old touch, dancing with a couple of young'uns!" She shook her head, disgraced, but there was dark laughter, too, and more from wolves behind her.
"NO! YOU GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM! TAKE ME! TAKE ME INSTEAD! YOU DAMNED BITCH!" Nightshade flew at Babylonia, claws scratching at her eyes. The ice queen darted away, then crouched, snarling. "All right, let's have some fun then, Nightie!"
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Post by Destiny on Aug 23, 2008 9:27:17 GMT -5
That, that right there, was enough. Just a snarl, that's all he'd needed. No damn way was he going to let anyone let alone Babylonia, a wolf who had been slaughtered by Siveria long ago, hurt her. Perhaps he'd shown up late, and maybe Nightshade would hate him for being here to aid her. Maybe she didn't need the help he was about to give. To bad. Iver could not, would not, leave her to fight alone.
Ashur slunk away from Nightshade, closer to his mate, but out of the way of both. Babylonia did not need his help, as far as he knew. She was strong.
One paw after the other, sharpened to the point of deadliness claws scratching at the ground the whole time, and the brute stalked closer, though still in shadow. A quick running start, just a few paces then hind legs pushed off from the ground. Alpha floated through the air, only to land directly behind Nightshade. "Don't you fucking dare touch her you damn Hellfire bitch. I'll slice you open, rip out your entrails, and shove them back down your throat if I so much as see you law one clawmark, one bruise, on her beautiful figure." The words ripped from his maw in such a manner, so perfectly calm was the tone, yet so wickedly furious. It dripped of rage and the lethal poison of love that he would use only now, to protect her if needed. Love itself was a lethal poison, because once you got it, eventually it would get you killed. Eyes, burning with fury that welled up from the very core of his soul, glared at Babylonia. Lips drawn back over pearly, sharp fangs in a silent snarl. A warning. The muscular, large, powerful, logical thinking (usually) bastard stood at Nightshade's shoulder now. Any attempt to stop him from making it towards her would have been shoved, slashed at, and then ignored to the point that they could very well still be at him and he wasn't paying them any attention. All attention was focused on Nightshade and Babylonia. And the fact that his love could die here if he didn't try to save her.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Aug 23, 2008 21:38:33 GMT -5
Shock played across Lance’s features, seeing the battalion of ghosts swarm in from the thick ashes. He writhed in Kill’s grasp, throat tearing in several places before he was able to shake her off. Planting his paws firmly on the ground, he ducked and sprang up, catching Kill by the chin and knocking her sideways. Before another blow could be dealt, however, a horrified howl sounded from the clearing. With a wince of recognition, he swiveled away from Kill to stare at Nightshade… and, following her gaze to the stony outcrop that framed Sabela’s den, he stared in absolute dread at what he saw there. His mate and child. Captives preparing to be slaughtered like cattle. Throat suddenly parched and eyes locked with his family, Lance went completely rigid. He ignored Iver’s arrival, and the fact that Nightshade and Babylonia were launching into a battle. All he could focus on- think about- was the two wolves above Sabela’s den. Not aware that he was moving, Lance began racing in a dead sprint toward Snare, eyes darkened to coals. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my family?” However, his race was cut short by Kill, who had soared into his shoulder and knocked him onto his side. “LET THEM GO!” he screamed furiously, struggling- and nearly succeeding- to throw Kill off of him.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Aug 23, 2008 23:48:07 GMT -5
Several things happened at once for Nightshade. Nightshade slapped Iver across the face without so much as a second glance, the shock of this public display not even making its mark on her. Right now, she wanted very little of the world. And one thing she wanted more than anything was Babylonia's corpse at her claws. So she lunged. Babylonia's laugh turned to a dark growl as she met Nightshade. Snarls ripped from the throats of the femme's as they dances, flying around the clearing in a furious blur of fur, claws, growls, and blood. It spattered the places they sashayed across, crimson droplets spraying the ground in buckets. To any bystander, it was impossible to see what was going on in the collision of wills.
Snare merely shrugged and hummed to herself. "Now who's first, hm? Miss what's-her-face....um....Misty-cal or something like that....and Kosovo....no, wait...that's a autonomous province in like some country of the middle east or somethin like that...." She dawdled over the cold, near lifeless bodies, debating her choices. "Kill, what do you think? Or should we just slit 'em both and drag them out to somewhere nice to have more fun with?"
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Post by Destiny on Aug 25, 2008 9:25:58 GMT -5
Bastard's head was spinning for a second. That had not been expected in the least. It took him a moment, and a little shake of his head, to clear it. Gaze followed Babylonia and Nightshade, and if he ever got in the way he moved, throwing a slice in Babylonia's direction though he doubted it would hit. He would have liked to rip them apart, but this was Nightshade's battle, and though he didn't mind slashing here and there she'd only be furious with him later for intruding on someone else's fight, in someone else's territory, in someone else's camp, without permission.
Ashur snarled, not wanting to be left out of the excitement. "Let's dance!" The deadly growl left his throat in the same instance the brute charged towards Iver, jaws parted, aiming for the other's shoulder. Of course he missed, because the alpha moved just in time, and there were fangs in Ashur's scruff already. Claws extended and raked along the brute's hindquarters, and he felt the other wolf slicing at his forelegs and side. Gaping jaws snapped at the closest flesh they could find, and he growled through the brown and gray fur.
Snarling furiously Iver began to violently shake Ashur by the scruff, attempting to loosen the other's hold, perhaps.
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