Well Shit...the DEAD GUYS ARE COMING! (BATTLE!!)

[Sivoncé™]

The Sheeran territories were not excluded from the thick stacks of smoke that now encased the valley of endless windter. No light filtered down through the cover of clouds and ash overhead even though the sun was rising by now. All was dark in gray in the lands of wolves.
Pawsteps ruffled the undergrowth, stirring the piles of soot and debris as the wolves flowed forward in fliud dark motions. There were countless bodies suddenly swerving into the smoke, all large and muscular or tattered and scarred in some way. And all were intent upon a single target: the Sheeran wolves and their camp.

[[Sorry for the crappy intro. Have at it And let's see if you can have some fun with this fight. Get creative. Don't just fight -- do something fun! XD ]]

[Sheera]

The old warrior, whom was at the age where she should've retired moons ago, staggered into the clearing, hacking, and coughing from the ashes and fumes. Her eyesight had already gone, before the meeting, but she hid this was many. She didn't want to be stuck in the elders den. She wanted to be a warrior! So she had tried to hide her old age from everyone, but everyone knew she had been a warrior at the beginning of the first Blood Mist situation. her blind eyes were glazed, but she was not dead, there was no light in them due to her blindness. Her staggering and coughing seemed to make her look even more aged than she already was; more than several years over a normal-wolf lifespan.

[Sivoncé™]

Regulus flew forward, quietly, gently across the piles of ash underpaw. He raised his head slightly, slitting his eyes as the wind of his run swept across his face. Grinning, he plunged onward. It's good to be back....now where are my dear brother's grandchildren? Good thing those irritable kids are dead. Risika was the only one who held an ounce of sense. Ah, well. I suppose there's only one genius per generation, then. Pity I never had pups. Well, let's see what they're made of. Maybe I can twist out some nice and clean evil from one of them yet... He tore off with a sudden burst of lightning, shooting forward into a smoke-filled camp. He narrowed his eyes and ducked towards the healer den.

Snare pranced towards the camp, a delighted smile across her scarred maw. "Eh. WHAT A LOVELY LOVELY DAY!!! NOW LET'S MAKE IT BETTA! KILL WITH ME, FRIENDS! Ah ha ha!!" She snorted with laughter, dropping to her knees and rolling the rest of the way to the scene of bloodspill. Snapping back up to her paws, she turned slowly to grin widely at the blinded warrior.
It was probably better that this warrior could not see Snare, though she might, might have been able to fight a bit if she hadn't been blind. But Snare was part of Verlust's Gaurd of old. She wasn't just the typical, sly sniper. She was completely lethal.
And not only that, but the sight of her was absolutely horrifying. She was scarred almost beyond recognition of her species;; tufts of her pelt were missing, her red fur grouped in thick, soot-stained clumps. She was largely built, and muscles rippled under her skin. But worst of all, her eyes. So clear and perfectly golden, one would question why such angelic orbs were placed with such a voraciously hateful femme.
She sneered with pleasure, eyes glinting like topaz crystals, and dropped down to slither over to her prey. Her teeth were stained dark red with her last prey, prey from the Twilight Clearing, but by the anticipation and ravenous desire in her eyes, they were not satisfied with her earlier hunt.

[Sheera]

The elderly warrior, though she was years past retirement and life-span, was quick to react; her fur bristled, and her tail lashed, her jaws snapping in random directs(a threat), and wordless snarls and barks coming from her snapping jaws(also a threat). She hadn't lost her hearing, actually her hearing had advanced as she had lost her ability to see. She heard the steps of many wolves, but one was closer than the others, and getting closer. Her paws felt the vibration of the wolf's feet, and she began to back up, needing help.
"St-stay back!" she snarled, hesitating, and stuttering a bit. "I'm warning you, wolf!" she barked, a bit more agressive. She howled for help, hoping someone would answer, she would die here tonight, if no one did.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Zacharia (or just Zach) bounded into the smoke-filled clearing. And evil grin appeared on his face. He licked his lips and started to creep near the healer's den where he saw another one of his kind go in. Anybody that comes rushing out, I'll tear their heads off. Yesss. He crouched down near the den, but also kept open eyes out for anyone else to come rushing in.

[Sivoncé™]

Snare did not so much as blink at the warrior's wild swings and frightened threats. She leaped, claws extended into fresh flesh as she slammed hard into her enemy's side. Her jaws snapped for a hold, then purged the skin around the warrior's neck, digging in deep as they could go. She stood there, fangs embedded in the throat of her prey, claws lashing at her flanks. The image was impossible to see clearly, the smoke and blood both gushing and clumping.

Meg huddled in the back of the healer den, licking a sore spot on her pad. She'd gotten a thorn earlier in battle practice, a rather painful wound even though it was nothing critical. She inhaled sharply as the light from the front of the cave was suddenly shadowed over. Slowly she raised her head to see two large wolves stepping towards her.
Sweet Twilight....
I'll never make it out of here alive!

[Sheera]

Delilah's howl was cut off abuptly, there were snarls, growls, threats, cries, whimpers, then silent. Almost silent. Blood spurted out of her wounds, but, as the life left her body, the blood was crimson; it was pure black. The black began to spurt faster and faster, and it seemed that it was spurting directly at Snare; it seemed Snare was the target. Her black blood continued to spurt, and as it hit Snare's form, it morphed into a deep violet color, then it began to seep into Snare's form, like a barbed wire, ring around her neck, being pulled upward.

[Sivoncé™]

Snare released Delilah slowly, gritting her teeth at the burns. "This is what happens when a wolf has nothing left to live for, has nothing left to die for, and yet they cling to life so greedily. You won't be going to the Twilight Realm at all, you know. Not with blood like this you won't. So full of selfish indulgence that lead nowhere, so full of wallows of misery that only hurt you more. You were your own death, I suppose. And hell, you certianly won't be mine!" She shoved against Delilah, aiming to knock her into the pool of black and violet. Snare backed away, looking to the flames that still burned nearby in the forest. She darted forward, emersing herself in the blaze. Her screeches were hysterical, but they did the job she needed. She removed herself, then looked to Delilah, perhaps to watch her die.

[Sheera]

Delilah was engulfed in the blood, but, unlike Snare, the blood did not attach to her, instead, it began to fade to crimson. A smile twitched on Delilah's face, she couldn't see, but she knew what was happening; she had known that if she was killed cold blooded that this would happen. If someone had murdered her, she knew the wolf would feel pain too. The black blood, if it stayed on the wolf's coat long enough would seep into her skin, and run through her veins, and when it reached her heart, it would cause blood clots, there was only one herb that could heal this; and Snare didn't know it.
Her fur had a thick layer of blood on ontop of the fur. The blood started to bubble, then get hotter, and hotter, you could tell by the steam that began to raise, and of course the bubbles, then the blood began to disappeared, was the blood going back into the wolf? No-- the wolf was disappearing too. The corpse of the wolf, slowly disappeared, to safety.

[Sivoncé™]

Having the freakish demon blood out of her pelt -- burnt off along with large tufts of her pelt in the fires -- she eyed the corpse warily. "Freakshow," she coughed, a bit miffed. "Hey,...well, at least I'll have a nice little story to taunt somebody with. I wonder if she had any friends?" She thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Probably not. Demons don't usually have buddies...ah, well, she DID have a pack. I like packs. So tastyful! LET'S EAT! MEE HEE HEE!" She skipped away from Delilah and her weirdness to go find something better.

"Hm. I smell a nephew!" Risika laughed softly. "Or is it that pretty little white neice of mine? Yes, yes, Winter I think her name was. The male was Rye...and then there are others I need to reach, too. Well, maybe I can corrupt Rye again. He killed his dear mommie...that's a start...." she thought alound, slowly stalking around the sizzling camp, in search of where Winter's faint scent led.

[Sheera]

Anelie lay limp where the warrior had placed her, her ear twitched at the sound of Risika's voice. Her eyes blinked warily, in confusion, and she slowly got to her feet. She could see the faint outline of Risika, and she knew this was the wolf she had to rid of; the stupid wolf would reveal Flower's death to the whole pack! Her and Rye would have to flee! She growled, sounding slightly dazed, and drunk. She shook her head, the form of Risika doubling, then singling again. Soon, she had normal vision and she trotted, her head pounding, oddly towards the wolf. Her course was a zig zag.
"Hey you!" she barked at Risika, "Keep your big nose out of Rye's business! He killedf no one, and you know it!" she growled, a threat, but a lie. No one would know she was lying, it was impossible to tell. "Come get a piece of me, and meet your maker!" she growled, her eyes unfocused.

[Sivoncé™]

Risika laughed loudly, almost delighted by Anelie's little threat. "Oh, it's so funny to see wolves like you try to lie -- you're all so damn bad at it! You and I both know veyr well what he did, hm? Ain't he such a little nasty? Yeah, he probably got the little quirks from his dear auntie. Ah, well, tell him where he is and I will condsider leaving you alive, go it? Or better yet, I'll keep your secret safe, his secret safe." She grinned, a metallice glint to her hateful gaze.

[Sheera]

Anelie's unfocused eyes flashed. "No! Leave him alone! You bitch!" she launched at the wolf, claws aiming for her chest, gaped jaw aiming for her neck. She growled, screeching as she ripped through the air, faster than a wolf in her state should be. She was going to fight for Rye, fight for his life, fight for his safety, and she was going to make a strong attempt to do so, even if it cost her her life. Her eyes were intent of Risika's form as she launched at her.

[Sivoncé™]

"ANELIE NO!" Rye stepped through the haze, gasping in horror as he saw his aunt smiling back at him. She dlicately side-stepped Anelie's wild, adrenline-fed launch at her. Rye sped forward, stepping between his mate and his kin, glaring hatred at her.
"And what do you think you're doing here?" he growled iciliy, staring her down with unconcealed loathing. She smirked wider.
"Actually, I was looking for you, but then this thing right here jumped in front of me and was just too fun to resist playing with--"
Rye took her scruff and slammed her into the rocks. Risika's howl was a hysterical one, a laughing spasm both of pain and amusement.
"Oh, dear me! A little rage-infested, are we? Well, well, I suppose I did do you some good. Not that your father helped you!" She sneered.
He made to lunge for her again, but she slide away.
"I come here in peace, if you want, Rye. She doesn't have to get hurt, all right? All you have to do is come with me," she murmured sweetly, eyes glittering with triumph. "EY! ENFER! Do me a favor and grab that little mutt!" She giggled.
Enfer appeared, face gaunt and lacerated, one eye socket filled with red instead of an eye, his remaining good one fixed on Anelie. She might've had an adrenaline rush to bring Rye back to the camp, but whatever energy she had left would be dwindling down by now. Rye himself was barely standing. He seized her by her scruff and dragged her backwards, away from Rye.
Rye howled in fury, and moved forward towards his mate. At a click of Risika's tongue, claws extended over Anelie's throat and threatened to purge it.
"...what do you want from me?" he whispered hoarsely, panicked eyes never leaving Anelie's.

[Sheera]

Anelie growled, wriggling as the wolf grabbed her scruff, but something made her go stiff. Claws extended over her throat, and one move could send them into her death. Her limbs went rigid, and her shivers were visible as she imagined the claws plunging into her throat. She had felt what that had felt like once; the time Rye had threatened to leave her, it had been her claws. She thought intently on the memory, and remembered the horrible inability to breath without taking in blood. She remembered the pain, as the icy claws dove into her throat, ripping, trying to end her pain, she couldn't live without Rye. If Rye left now, she would do the same again.
Her eyes darted down to the claws at her throat, then at Risika, she was judging an escape, but she knew she couldn't. She felt drained, and unfocused, drunk almost. She focused on focusing her eyes, until she could look directly at Rye.
"Rye, don't do it! Whatever it is, don't do it! If you leave the threat this wolf is putting on the table will be carried out either way! You can still escape, save yourself, don't be selfish on my behalf! If you don't allow them to murder me, I will have the reputation of a suicidal, I will die in vain, instead of honor! Don't-- do-- it!" she coughed out the last words, as if dust had choked her.