so S.L.I.T. your own T.H.R.O.A.T. (BATTLE!!!!)

[Destiny]

To the left, to the left...

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Oh, but it was so tempting. Even if what was following was most certainly not what wanted to be seen around now. Or ever. But there wasn't much he could do about that now. Black paws left charred ashy prints behind; a trail for the stalking arse of a wolf to follow, unfortunately. Maybe the Lust's fur had been a beautiful shade once, but right now it was just a blackish-gray-gold like color. Don't look.

Ashur, on the other hand, looked the same as always. Vicious, infuriated, and in the mood for some Lust for dinner. "Twist, twist baby girl.." What the Hellfire was he a singin'. "Shake it like you want it." Lust did not care. Nor want to know. All the poor bastard knew was that clammy, saliva dripping jaws were inches from his tail tip again, and waiting to sink into some wolfy flesh.

Wheres Risika, anyway? It had been a while. Poor Lust had been on the run since the day his father had died. However that had happened. No one really remembered. Lust ran, Ashur ran after. Risika jumped in, scared Ashur off, Lust bawled like a pup. Story wrote. I miss my little vicious love-muffin...

Completely oblivious to the battle - No one knows how the Hell that was even possible- Lust ran screaming head into it. "DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME DAD!" Falling over his own paws, Lust somehow managed to weave around all the wolves there. Trying to get the Hellfre away from Ashur. Who followed.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

THEN THEY BRING THEM TO THE FACTORY
WHERE THE HEART-ATTACK MACHINE…

Nearly provoked into spewing a fine line of insults that would suit to stun a sailor, Shade opted to avoid verbal confrontation and focus on the more urgent task ahead: to keep his blood in his body, where it belonged. Silently deciding that the ground would be the perfect location to drag his opponent, Shade surged forward, but not before uncomfortable needles of paranoia became painful daggers of reality at his flank. Arachna was upon him, her grasp lodged firmly in his side, and a worrisome rivulet of red had begun spilling from the wound.
Not daring to pull away and further the tears that were marking his side, Shade turned into the bite, arching into a crescent formation until his face was nearly against Arachna’s. He sunk his fangs into the first thing he could reach: the base of her shoulder, in this case. He was in a risky position, having now entwined them together whilst her fangs were locked on his form, but acting out was better than remaining still in the time of war.

The brigade from hell was quick to announce its arrival, the entire troop engaged in a war song that resembled the screaming of banshees and the howling of demons. And they were demons. And they came in swarm.
“Make them suffer!” the leading phantom cried, the inverted silhouette raking her gaze across the line of potential victims. Her heart—if she still had one—was nothing more than a time bomb, ticking slowly and waiting to burst. The bloodlust was upon her, and it was growing contagious.
At last, her bounding strides led her to her prey; in one massive leap, Shiver slammed into Melina, and commenced an assault fueled by nothing other than rage and lust for the kill.

Concealed by the rotting corpses of burnt foliage, the devil himself prowled the outskirts of the battle. He was carefully monitoring the progress of the feud, and was especially cautious in stepping where nature’s shadows would provide him with invisibility from observers. He did not glance over his shoulder to see if his followers had fallen after him, and nor did he care. Just so long as they did not reveal themselves to the warring wolves, he put them out of his mind; there were much more urgent matters at hand. At least as far as this particular psychopath was concerned.
Ahh, the sweet scent of anarchy.

…IS STRAPPED ACROSS THEIR SHOULDERS
AND THEN THE KEROSENE

[Sivoncé™]

^{What gives you the right...}

Intense bloodied rapture flooded the veins of the killer's bodice, and the delectable reminder of fresh flesh in her fangs was the only thing that inhibited her from a full-out throaty howl of glorified release. So long, so long since she had tasted the deliecious life-blood splatters....too long, too long. Vampiric lust radiated from her every crouch and fluid movement. Vampiric, and yet she remained just as wolven as her fellow packmates; off. Arachna was off. Crooked. A shattered mirror that reflected only backwards.
Nevertheless, the odd one feasted on the gouges in Shade's flank with greedy fangs lacerating Yozoran skin.
For the love of all earth, mother, kin, child....let this taste never leave my tongue!
Violent thrasings shook the nightengale stalker away from her prey, and now, with red-white incisors withdrawn, the ecstasy was no more....and a hateful mist settled over her vision. A roar sounded from the back of her throat as Shade ripped into a shoulder blade. The shock of the blow knocked her backwards, exposed onto her back. But just as swiftly, in a natural retaliative motion, spider-fae had her hind legs snapped up and flailing in a thunderstorm at Shade's face.
EAT THIS STUIPID PACKWOLF! No one interrupts my feedings...

...to fuck with our lives?

^{Devil born in paradise....}

She had no business here, nor did anything here have much business with her. No longer, for the suffocating cords that had wraped and warped the femme once before had dissolved as if just a passing nightmare. She swore alleigeince to none now. That was much better. She had but three goals left to this world at large. But everything in order. Risika crouched and watched the wolves from the sparse brush, thankful that the melting snow and rebirthed springtime had masked her quite expertly from the already distracted wolven. None would expect her to be back. So soon. None yet knew of what had become of Hellfire....hell, she didn't even know. How much time has passed since you murdered me, old friends? Eh. Maybe, if I have time myself, I'll pay back that debt and feed you to a fresh dousing of the pyre. That's all it is. Tight compact burning, and voila. Reincarnation.
Her form was new to those who were faint of memoir and simply branded by her lovers, persecutors, and sparse unconfirmed alliances. In this clearing, I have possibly inflicted harm onto each and every pack in a seperate way, as well as the neighboring loners, the residents of the above, and in a new life, the cannibalistic tyrants of below....dang, I get around. The task at hand snapped the femme into focus, her wilderness gaze flicked impatiently throughout the gore and guts....
Lust!
Without question, in a single fluid motion, Risika pelted after Lust, paws whipping through the dirt. To catch him....and then to run like hellfire all over again.
At this point, I'm fairly certain Hellfire and I should be lovers as well. Heh. Wonder if anything changes when you die for the third time.
"Lust! Run, love, run!" She screeched, the shrill cry of a raven, harking death and things nevermore. Overwhleming sadness penetrated her with such sudden audacity that for a moment, even her thudding heart and hot pants were silenced at winter frost. Her run had set her loosely between Ashur and Lust. Her eyes narrowed, and she cut into the lane of sprint.
"Hello, Ashur. Did Regulus tell you, or was he too embarressed to tell you I foiled one of his dear assasinations of my family line?" Her bark was conversational, light, but the green eyes never once looked back at Ashur. Never. They were locked ahead, pleading, terrified, at the flighting figure of Lust.
Do not stop and fight, damnit, tell me you'll run!

...a liar loves to lie.

[Kismet//Accalia]

Hiding and blending with the ugliness...

Zacharia quickly leaped away from the attack. Smart, attack me from where I can easily see you! He looked right into Melina's eyes and started to snarl. He wasn't ready to attack yet. He was waiting for her to make a move. Torture, don't kill, his mind told him. He smirked at these words and slowly wagged his tail, thinking of ways to put Melina in great pain without killing her first. And when I finish with her? Oh the possibilities are endless. So many yummy wolves out here in the clearing to eat. Then again, maybe I should just eat the alphess...

...There's no need for a Bible

[♫Flisk♫]

Melina lowered herself a little as she missed her target. She snarled angrily while puzzling over why the heck he was wagging his tail. Shaking her head, she flashed her ivory fangs and wondered how the others in her pack were getting along. Had they heard the howl? Swallowing, her creamy fur began to get flecked with another wolve's blood. She stalked forward, round eyes gleaming. Lunging to the left, she made a bite for the right side of her target, a fake out that wasn't too stupid.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

I WANT TO FORGET THE MISTAKES THEY’VE HELPED ME MAKE…

The divine suffering that Shade experienced—the waves of agony that rippled from the fangs that were drilling into his flank—was near unbearable by the time he had lodged his jaws deep enough to force his opponent into a retreat. Both a moan and a gasp spilled from his throat, merging into a low utterance of breath. He began to sag forward, but before he was able to reach the ground, a pair of claws greeted him.
Arachna’s hind legs met his muzzle, claws gouging his face and carving scarlet cracks into his face. The sheer force of the blow was enough to send him reeling, his near-limp form thrown backwards and rolling heavily into the snow behind them. He coughed hoarsely, every fiber burning in a cloak of indignation. Eyes sliding into a semi-vigilant state, he glanced around him. The world was a fog of war, but through the mist of blood, he saw his comrades. They were fighting.
The sight providing the kerosene to his hungering flames, he struggled to a stand, breathing heavily, but livened with determination. Fangs flashing in defiance, he stumbled toward Arachna, a thunderous snarl rolling across his tongue.
He lunged, aiming to take out one of her forelegs with his lusting incisors.

But alas, the night was not solely on Hellfirian terms. Reinforcements were arriving; in particular, two males were running side by side in the direction of the brawl. One sought to nobly carry out his duties. The other had his eyes set on vengeance.
“To battle!” it had been decreed. The thrill that had amassed upon hearing those words was hardly containable in Lance’s mind. The foul and remorseless beings that had stolen what he had so dearly cherished: his family. The murderers—the demons—would not live to make the same mistake twice. I’ll kill every last one of them…
The other wolf looked at Lance’s static expression, a tingling sense of concern washing over his face. Please, for your living children’s sake… don’t get yourself killed.
Turning to face the enemy—the hellish screams could be heard clearly at this point—Kar braced himself for the brawl ahead… but found himself nearly tripping over himself in shock.
“—A-Annelise!?”
He skidded to a halt, too startled to advance further into the fray.
Is… is that really her!?

…IT’S BETTER TO BE BROKEN THAN TO BREAK!

[Sivoncé™]

Keep watching your back...

Arachna relished in the carnage, frothing about her like warmed soup; they were all bathing in tomato blood splatter. And this was just the beginning; oh yes, much more to come on this crimson tablecloth. Arachna's head inclined as more Siverians arrived, their bounding leaps valiant and brave, true...but ignorant. This banquet was the death of them. If only they weren't so blind....poor, poor things. They're only just the spice to our preferred flavorings. Standing up to protect their packs, dying for them even....but in the end, they, two, shall perish. Ha. Love the taste of fresh borne irony! Her head whipped aorund and locked once more on Shade: her current feasting. But too late; her eyes could but slightly widen at the adrenaline in his charge, and she was plowed to the ground under his determined bolt. His roar thundered over her, and she snarled her crackling lightning in return. Pinned, vulnerable, she waited for nothing. The breath was knocked from her, deep scars leaking red tears from her sides. She pummeled his stomach, the sky above her, with wounded forepaws and hindlegs.

...Killers always have killers on their tracks.

Keep watching the sky,

Annelise shook trembling as a scared leaf turning with the times in Autumn's wake. Her eyes found Kar's as her arrived at the place of death, and her gaze was nothing of her old self, strong, medicinal, calming. Water filled her eyes, and they were oceans of melancholy despair. How in Hellfire's name are we getting out of here?
A dark form rammed her side; the muscular brute had Annelise flat on her back and at the mercy to his slavering jaws. Regulus growled low with delight, and moved forward to dip his fangs into her throat...

...'cause you may get lucky again.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

DEAD I AM THE ONE
EXTERMINATING SON

An overwhelming desire stunned Shade’s senses, numbing him to reason and his very conscience. Originally, it had always been morality that separated the dogs from the wolves, so to speak. But within the single span of time, it was a free-for-all. A brother on brother blood bath, with all rules cast aside. There was no difference on the outside; both Arachna and Shade were engaged in a ravenous feud, with the single target being to virtually destroy the opposition.
And, from the fantasies of gore and retribution that cycle through Shade’s mind as he tore at every inch of flesh that he could reach, he was no better than a Hellfirian spawn himself.
But soon the retaliation came. Tired but hazardous tools of war repeatedly pounded against his unprotected underbelly. The soft tissue of his stomach and torso began to split, and although he was thoroughly absorbed in the ideals of the slaughter, the ebony brute was forced off of Arachna with a howl of displeasure. Taking a final swipe in the direction of her face, he rolled off of her, wincing as fresh wounds smarted painfully beneath his coat.

Transfixed by the sight of a sibling he had thought long lost, Kar couldn’t bring himself to jump into motion. There was no mistaking it now; Annelise was alive, and she was mere yards from where he was standing. But she seemed… transformed. The eyes. She’s grown, sure, but her eyes…
There was no more time to ponder. Regardless of what had occurred in her absence, the threat to Annelise became imminent when a large form slammed into her. Fury was born, birthing movement to the stoic figure. Anger tensed his muscles, and the protective instinct of a loving brother thrust him into a dead sprint.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!”
Kar dove for Regulus, craving the texture of blood and flesh beneath his fangs and claws.

SLIPPING THROUGH THE TREES
STRANGLING THE BREEZE

[Sivoncé™]

I hope your drunken daughters are gay...

At the end of the red millenium, Shade was finally thrown from her, and Arachna whirled to her paws, though breathing fast and heavily daunted. She and her chosen nemesis were quite fair in their match, though all warriors that claimed titles like 'brave' and 'steadfast' contained flaws, and this was what her glaring glacial eyes scanned for now. Any limpings, darting glances towards a particular female, any sign or omen of what could be his end -- the battle was wearing on her, though a curled snarl on her maw disliked to admit it. Inwardly, she knew she needed an upper paw over this wolf. Pawsteps away, Annelise was at the mercy to Regulus, a wraith of storm and hate and bloodlust. She held a defensive, circling position on Shade, eyes locked for his reaction. Come on, take the bait! "You were with her before the others came, now what is it that connects you to her so dearly? Forbidden lovers, hm? Disgusting waste of breath and lung and lifeblood!" She inclined her head towards Annelise, cowering beneath a Hellfirian Blood Mist. "Didn't even harm a hair on her mangled pelt? Couldn't bring yourself to taste the blood of a cripple, a malfuntion? I presume that's what drove her into the pathetic study of herblore?" Arachna's voice curled serpentine, crimson tongue flicking hungrily across her black lips, eyes watching intently. What's it gonna take to make you snap?

...you are the shadow of fear.

You scared the love out of here...

Face to face one blink with a lungeing chasm of dagger-toothed hell, and the next with a sloppy caking of muck, the beta had made her move almost in sync with Kar's. The young healer lay unconscious, but temporarily saved and lulled in a dream world away from the carnage. For now.

Nightshade spun about, the wind knocked from her mouth, drinking in the air in thirsting, hungering gulps. Her eyes flickered back towards the towering form of Regulus, which roared in fury that scythed the air with hot scintillation. Nightshade swallowed hard, the sound echoing and scalding her auds. In retaliation to the gash now hanging in a red curtain on Regulus' left flank, a titanic paw lurched towards Kar and tore its saber-tooth appendages into Kar's own left flank. Nightshade sprang again, taking a dangerous and bold stance on the beast's back, and wasting no time in plunging her incisors into the back of the spine.

Regulus jolted away from Kar and immediately fell back -- on top of the beta, too late for her to squirm free.

...like an ape in a cage.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

SO MANY TIMES YOU DID NOT BRING THIS ON YOURSELF…

A red sheen draping over his eyes in a clouded veil, Shade sunk into a crouch and uttered defensive snarls under his breath. His target was rising again, and though the wounds were deep and coaxing him toward the tranquil solace of an eternal slumber, a fury boiled beneath his skin and held him upright. But his lust for bloodshed was soon distorted with painful tugs of concern when the opposing she-wolf started up a taunt.
Without thinking, he shot a sidelong glance toward Annelise, and his heart tightened in horror as another brute dove for the kill. Just as he was about to emit a bloodcurdling cry and launch himself to take Annelise’s place, two figures slipped in to do his work. Shade stumbled a single step in Annelise’s direction, but managed to stop himself before racing to her side. She was protected—at least temporarily. Arachna needed to be neutralized first, he realized, and with visible hesitation, he attempted to focus on his enemy once again.
But it was difficult, what with Shade catching Arachna’s bountiful insults as he began to pick up his defenses once more. A snarl of anger rippled across his lips, his fangs moist with scarlet spray. “Leave her out of this, you filthy bitch.”

His mind propelled into a frenzy of confusion, Kar could barely comprehend what was happening. All he could sense was the presence of another wolf—its scent was familiar, he figured, so it was most likely fighting on his side. His fangs sunk down into the form of another, but with the ferocity of a rabid beast. In reply, however, a biting sensation swept across his flank, and sent him falling off to one side in a shower of crimson.
Landing heavily on the ground, the Siverian uttered a coarse moan… unsure if his sister was even safe at this point. But, taking his clouded mind as a sort of advantage to overcome his pain, Kar staggered to a stand and limped toward Regulus. Without any forethought to be deciphered, he lunged head-on toward his opponent, barely comprehending what he was doing.
Bite something… anything… distract him…hope Annelise is okay…

…WHEN THE MOMENT FINALLY COMES, I’LL BE THERE TO HELP

[Njack]

"I AM A BANANA!" Shaw made no sense. An odd little trail of thoughts was running through his mind right now, almost seeming not to belong to him. But anyway. Seeing his chance, or perhaps lack thereof, but it didn't really matter because he wanted to get in the fight somehow, he leapt at a wolf who was black w/ red-gold eyes*. Yes. Yes, that's what he did. Even though he's a technical fighter. Oh well.

Nectar, meanwhiles, stuck to the plan (or lack thereof?) and kept a defensive stance near Freya. She was somewhat surprised when Shaw leapt off, but she was somewhat preoccupied with the snarling battles going on as well.

*All the credit to Wolfie for "black w/ red-gold eyes". And yes, I did just paste the words in there. Yes. Yes, I did.

[♫Flisk♫]

Melina watched herself become specked with blood. Zarcharia had made no move, and she saw that he was too tough an opponent for her. Clearing a little lump in her throat, she watched Regulas and Nightshade. Growling through her throat, she dodged a random screeching wolf and continued through the fray. If she was to be alphess, she had to do it right. She would protect others with her lives. As she met Regulas, she let out a little woof before faking to Regulas's right and trying to slide underneath him, teeth bared angrily, snarling. In the distance she heard a wolf say something about a banana, and wondered silently what the heck was going on.

"Die!"

(Urgh. I haven't been very good at this lately :/ I edited)

[Sivoncé™]

(( Er....Flisk, it would help if you read the others' posts carefully. Nectar is, again, a fellow Siverian ))

Her trickery had done its magic; Shade was hesitant, blinking away to rest his tortured eyes upon his darling damsel in distress, petrified momentarily, unable to help. Realization seemed to flood his eyes, and then he straightened as wolves sprang to her aid, senses returning to him and raging at her scheme. Whatever. I've got you now. You looked away, you're unprepared, now feel my fangs at your throat! Arachna's hind legs bunched, muscles flexing as she sprang, claws outstretched at Shade as he turned back. She slammed into the brute, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs, but claws snagging at whatever flesh was in front of her.

Nightshade moaned in her barely-conscious slumber, stuck between the world of the living, dancing with fire and fury and fallacy and fantasy....and the world of the dreaming, cool, crisp, calm, clear. Regulus' massive weight was heaved from her fragile, aged bodice, but she remained crumpled on the clearing's earthen floor, crushed, mutilated, breathing in shallow gulps. Her eyes caught the shadows dancing across the setting sunlight rays, but nothing more. Only shadows.

Regulus rose from the space where the fallen beta now lay, chuckling softly to himself. "Weakling, frail femme. Should've retired long ago, rested with those pitiful seniors. It's where something so ancient belongs, anywhere. Nightshade, eh? I really figured you'd be dead by now...." She shook his slavering jaws, blinking and grunting as he remembered Kar. His grumbled turned to a thunder as the young warrior pelted his face with a barrage of briar-thorn claws. Red curtains slid across his vision, a slice above his forehead ailing his eyesight. The dark warrior lashed out blindly with his front claws, seeking to bat away his nuisance.

[Kismet//Accalia]

((sorry I've been gone, spring break))

I believe this world is a lie...

Zacharia snarled when Melina fled from him. The snarl was not angry, but it was instead a snarl of excitement. The best prey for him usually ran, which made eating all the more favourable. He lowered to the ground, ears flat against his head. Quickly, he trotted slowly behind Regulas, waiting to attack as soon as he saw Melina unguarded...

Everything has been decieved...

[.Rabid Lycan.]

JUST CARRY ON
JUST PROVE ME WRONG…

Fangs like knives impaled the hardened tissue of Temper’s back, ripping at a webbing of scars—some of which still had yet to heal. Emitting a roar of fury, the brute was nearly frothing at the mouth, and when his senses returned to him, he was ready to retaliate. A packwolf had charged at him, and he wasn’t about to let the action pass without consequence.
“Why, you little—“
He twisted his neck, attempting to snap at a leg or tail— but his fighting style was childish, for his anger was clouding his better judgement. All and all, despite his evident brawn and intimidating stature, he was as prepared for battle as a bumbling neophyte.

Inclining his skull, Shade’s muzzle erupted into folds of skin, with his fangs glaring angrily at his opponent. He subconsciously stole another glance at Annelise, and in that fraction of a second, he nearly succumbed to a numbing wave of anxiety and heartache. That sensation of having your heart twisted into a knot while your stomach squirms in an all-too-small bucket.
And that was all it took. Tremors of impact shot through his bones, and with a muffled gasp that was mute to his ears, Shade was taken to the ground.
She caught me off guard, that little…
Warm rivulets swam through the ebony hairs on his pelt, and Shade could sense that he was losing his edge. His struggles became less violent, and his lungs became tougher to satisfy. He offered several weak retaliating blows with his paws, but more and more he became focused on inhaling and exhaling—on defense and survival rather than offense and killing.
If only I knew your weakness… but you don’t have a heart…

Kar ducked, hoping to avoid the inevitable swing of claws for a few moments longer. After all, he had only just recovered—with his sister’s and other’s lives on the line, he could not afford another violent union with the ground. He jumped forward, attempting to sink his fangs into something vital, but secretly doubting that he would be so fortunate. He silently thanked the heavens, however, for making him more agile than his opponent. Kar had a much slimmer frame than his foe, meaning that where he lacked in strength, he could make up for in speed and manuevering.
Got to keep dodging and biting…
But he hesitated in his blows, however, when he saw the mangled body of a fellow Siverian lying under the Hellfirian’s paws. “Nightshade!” he whispered, startled at the amount of blood that smeared her form. Rage at the injustice boiled in him, but it was only after he had paused to stare at his fallen comrade that he realized that he was still in danger of being struck by Regulus.

…I’LL JUST BE STRONG AND KEEP KNOWING
THAT NOW I WILL OVERTAKE YOU