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

[Njack]

Shaw's left eye twitched inperceptibly as he landed on his feet, a few feet away from the wolf whose snapping jaws chewed the air.

Let's see, what do I do? I better keep my momentum going, and stay on my feet. If he knocks me down, then I- ah, what the heck.

His train of thought came to an abrupt stop as he focused his entire mind on the battle at hand. He was hesitant to attack again, now that his enemy had noticed him. Let him attack first... I'll see how the counterattacks hold up.
---

Sorry, Freya... Nectar glanced back at her former mentor briefly, then steeled herself to plunge into the battle. I can't just stand here while all this is going on. I've got to do something!

And with that thought, she lunged for a group of wolves nearby, hoping to sink her claws into the one who Kar was fighting.

Wait, is that the one who I saw last time?

[Sivoncé™]

Arachna circled the Yozoran now, increasingly drawing inward in a sort of spiral motion, though her movements were slow, sleek, gradual. Her eyes never left his bloodied form, but in the back of her mind, she was aware of the tiring battered state of her own. The slay would have to happen now -- now or not tonight. It would happen sometime or another, she was sure. But the bright of day was late and stale. They couldn't fight through the night as well....
Perhaps I can bait him again? No, he's too smart to fall for it now...

Nightshade twitched from her rag doll position in a corner of the clearing, Blood was crusted over her pelt, but shallow breaths still echoed to her lungs. The beta clung to life with half-conscious determination. However, she did not rise, nor did her wise violet eyes flicker open. Her injuries impaired her from revoking her fight in this battle.

Regulus spun as Kar attacked once more, fresh scrapes along his muzzle sprinkled out droplets of red. A roaring rumbled echoed deep in his throat. He whipped out a thistle-tipped paw and aimed snake-like blows at Kar, fast as a rattler's bite.

Freya was stunned by the carnage of the clearing, but blinked into reality and Nectar darted away. She shook herself and growled deeply, plunging into the fray after Nectar. ...Still not really sure why the hell a bunch of dead wolves are suddenly fighting with us, but this is no mere nightmare. Nectar will need some help.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW…

Lust for flesh shocked Temper’s mind, and coaxed the temperamental brute into violent action. He charged blindly at his opponent, a powerful swing of his paws sent in Shaw’s direction. A mixture of a roar and a snarl rumbled from deep within his chest, and he hoped that the blow would meet its target…

A scarlet ribbon glistened on Shade’s lip, slithering from his parted jaws to hang from the ebony hairs of his chin. He regarded his opponent with ireful but tired eyes, and suddenly his limbs quivered under the stress of supporting his tattered bulk. An ethereal temptation seized him, and succumbing to the urge, Shade slumped to the ground. Choking out a breath, he felt himself no longer breathing, but instead feverishly gulping for air. And there was the phantom force that beckoned him to close his eyes and descend into darkness… the savory sense of release.
Come on, resist, Shade growled inwardly. Do it for Annelise.
Unable to bring himself to a stand, but not giving any signs of forfeiting the battle either, Shade offered a coarse hiss in Arachna’s direction. “Are you going to actually attack me, or are you going to turn in circles all day? ‘Cause if you’re going to spin around for the rest of the battle, I think I’ll just take a nap.” There was an unmistakable essence of taunting in his voice, although Shade was mostly faking bravery into his voice. He realized all too well that he was increasingly vulnerable in his position, and although he managed to sit up, he was unable to recover to a full stand.

Momentarily distracted by his gravely injured packmate, Kar’s skull soon bloomed with pain. Momentum sent Kar tumbling away from his foe, and he uttered a sharp cry as his face exploded in a fierce, burning sensation. Regulus’ claws had hit their mark deep into the side of Kar’s face, and the wolf winced at the familiar experience of blood dripping from his maw. Angered by the fierce blow, Kar leapt to his paws and rushed at Regulus, determined to retaliate with a set of eager incisors.

…GO BACK TO SLEEP

[Njack]

Shaw let out a grunt of pain as he was flung a few feet away from the other wolf. Focus! Focus! He leaped back up to his feet, and without thinking, randomly spurted forward and attempted to leap on the other wolf's back. He bared his fangs, preparing for contact.
---

Nectar looked around, not seeing any of the wolves that had been fighting recently. Eh? They had seemingly managed to find somewhere else to fight, she supposed. At least, during the time period that she had to get her face out of the dirt, having leaped... er... facelong into the frenzy earlier.

She looked around nervously, then shook her head rather violently. I need to contribute, or I don’t deserve to be a warrior! Nectar growled to herself. At the same time, she spotted a spooky looking pseudo ghost ketchup wolf thing that did not seem to be involved in any conflict at the moment.

If she had taken a moment to think about it, she probably would have chickened out. But she didn’t. So, Nectar sprang at the wolf, hissing like a cat.

Is that even allowed?

(Sorry, had a bit too much fun with Nectar's portion of the thingy. Just to let ya know, Wolfie, that's Macabre she's springing at. Yay for description.)

[Sivoncé™]

( xD Lovely adjectives, Njack. )
(( This thread is depressing. Acca's right. This used to take us days to double, triple what we have here already. Not months GIVE ME YOUR BIG GUNS PEOPLE!! ))

YOUR DREAM VACATION

Arachna's ears flicked sharply at the barbs aimed from Shade's tongue (an instrument suddenly turned mobile razor). She paused in the tight inward twirlings, watching him through a slitted cat's gaze. "Oh really then, Yozoran? Circles? Circles, or triangles? Or rectangles? Hell, do you even know your shapes? Hm? Well, do you?" She was grinning vividly at him, black creased lips pulled back over the tops of her browned gums and flashing incisors. Her front teeth were still netted with fleshy leftovers and bloody droplets -- souvenirs from her vacation into flushed running bloodstreams. A destination so close to being revisited. Ah, sweet paradise...

The white wolf was instantly sprayed with dustings of blood stirred up underpaw. Rivulets sprang into her eyes, and she stood, blinded momentarily by the flood of another wolf's blood -- Hellfirian and Siverian sweat and lifeblood mingled to form a collective excrement of lupine wardance. She shook herself free of the red-hued vision, stained eyes scanning desperately for Nectar. No, no, no, I lost her! What if---
She caught sight of Hellfirians at the edge of the clearing, plowing into her packmates undeterred and unchallenged. Her blood clotted and hardened to cooled steel, and she melted into an wintry blur as she rocketed towards her chosen foe: Kill.

MY HOSTAGE REFUGE

((sing with me? anybody? "So what if you can see, the darker side of me..." ))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((Nice njack x3 I completely LOLed at your description of my screwed up wolfie, and I’m sure he will be much pleased! & lol Siv—you tempt me to break out into song… what the heck, I’m hyper enough: “…NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME! Help me believe it’s not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal!” =D Anyone want to continue the song? ))

SAFE FROM PAIN AND TRUTH AND CHOICE…

Scarlet discharge dampening his fur, Temper emitted a roar of disapproval when his adversary recovered. His rage only increased in ferocity when Shaw returned with fangs drawn. After moaning when incisors sliced at his skin, Temper released an ireful howl. He leapt back before spring forward from his hind legs, attempting to crash into his opponent… and hopefully send Shaw to the ground.

Truth be told, as soon as Arachna’s searing retort reached his ears, Shade’s loathing augmented and nearly drove him to bloodthirsty madness once more. But he denied himself the primitive urge to avenge his battered dignity with tooth and claw, and instead curled his lip in a scornful scowl. Looking upon his enemy with contempt, he finally shifted his lips to appear amused rather than wounded by his opponent’s response.
“That’s all you can do, then? Criticize my observations? Very well—I understand. Your childish mind can only think of so many insults… after all, you’re only a puphood bully,” Shade woofed, narrowing his eyes in mocking. “Oh, I’m sorry—I’m not being accurate enough, am I? I forgot. You’re a puphood bully with a couple of fancy fire tricks!”

More silent than ever, the lumbering beast of a wolf swept through the crowd, his tired eyes scanning for flesh to be seized by his slavering jaws…
But, as it turned out, the packwolves came to him. A shrill cry causing the massive brute to swivel his ears about, he uttered a barely audible grunt of surprise when weight was thrown against him. Staggering a few steps from the brunt of impact, Macabre turned about to rest his dark coals on the form of a she-wolf.
…this is…odd. While he had expected a rabid, experienced male as his opponent for battle, he also noticed that the smaller fae was ready for battle. Thus, with a twitch of his maw, Macabre took a step back. Then, suddenly, he surged forward. Using the bulk of his muscles, he attempted to ram into Nectar, aiming to lift her up in the air a bit. You want to fight me, do you? Well, you asked for it, little girl!

—eh?
No more did blood soak her chin; instead, Kill was divided from her prey under the influence of a frenzy of knives. Rolling to dodge from her unseen assaulter, Kill found herself staring into the eyes of a particularly enraged packwolf.
After grumbling about something along the lines of ‘not being able to finish the kill’, she twisted her maw into a distorted grin. “The more the merrier… ‘bout time I met someone who could fight back!” Leaping back toward her foe, Kill slackened her jaws to reveal her weapons of choice, and prepare for further sensations of the slaughter.

…AND OTHER POISON DEVILS

[Njack]

(I can't sing lyrics, even if a dentist, a barber, and a carpenter walked into a bar.)

Shaw recoiled from the hit, stumbling back a few steps, but this time, not falling down. He gritted his teeth, and shoved off with his back legs, attempting to ram the other wolf. If they weren't careful, this might turn into some mosh pit or football analogy.

That would be bad, right?
---

"Oof!" Nectar went flying, then hit the ground, head over tail over head over tail over

thud

...er, head. She jumped back to her feet, head smarting somewhat from the impact with some hard obstacle analogue. Eyeing the wolf, she let out a small growl, sounding somewhat between a lawnmower and a blender. “Rrr...”

And then she jumped at him again, attempting to hang on to him with her claws and... er, do something. Yeah. That’s the ticket.

[Sivoncé™]

( I CAN'T ESCAPEE MYSELFFF ;; so many timessss I've lieddd!)

A WORK IN PROGRESS

A sly smile lined Arachna's lips as she regarded Shade, head tilted. "No, I was just wondering whether your comprehension was merely two-dimensional. And I was right -- you wouldn't even begin to understand the force that drove us here, what still keeps us here. Idiot. Just like the rest of them -- those who think we're back in our glory day. Know this, Shadewalker -- we're not back from anything. This is a new era, and none of your old tricks will sever our hold. But, speaking of two dimensional thinkers...." She snickered, tossing away his insults with a flick of her tail and leaping, instead onto a rocky overhang near the Twilight tree, looking over Shade with a gaze of strange excitement and wonder. "I can't say the same for you and your packs. Legends don't die, Shade. But their legacies do. You've got it all wrong, see. But you're not the first. Death and Flame -- rockfall. Siveria and Verlust -- rockfall. Shade....rest in peace." Arachna lashed out at the rocks at the edge of her boulder, and down it fell, fainting in slow motion towards Shade.

Annelise, limping unsteadily through the bushes, desperately wadding cobwebs around a paw for any wolf who may need them, froze as gray thunder rolled only a short distance from her. The victorious sly spider fled the seen as the rocks dislodged and prepared to free fall. She was fighting Shade....
But the rocks are slow....she didn't plan it well enough...he'll make it out fine, damnit....he'll be fine...
But nothing she told herself could keep her from pelting through the brush as fast as her legs could carry her.
"SHADE! SHADE, MOVE!"

Sharp fangs of the beast raked through Freya's flank, but she peeled away before they could sink in deeper. She stumbled backward, watching the creature with blazing adrenaline thought. She's a tough one.....she's been around for a while. Freya growled deep in her throat, auds flicking at the phrases that left the demon, more acknowledgement that the beast had sounded rather than spoke, neither of which was an allowable action in Freya' s mind. The young warrior rounded and lunged towards Kill's flank.

Again, roaring, Regulus tore away from Kar -- loathsome Kar, who had the advantage of heart even in the scorching of battle. In the mind of Regulus, pyres ringed around him, and everything was set aflame -- the sky, the earth, the pale waters of the still Twilight Lake, the branches of the Eternal Tree, every being around him -- except the wolves of his coven were lighted with maddening laughter while the packs burned in truer flame. His eyes were blood and wiry with pink veins, pulsating with questionable sanity. His jaws snapped, reptile like, as Kar launched his attacks, though blood sprayed from fresh wounds in Regulus' figure.

YOU BLEED JUST LIKE YOU PUKE
WHILE RUNNING A MILE

(Shadewalker makes me think of Skywalker xD )

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((lol, Luke Shadewalker! & Nectar is very amusing to watch when she’s fighting, njack X3 Oh, and: “But there’s still rage inside… somebody get me through this nightmare! I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF!”))

I’LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU FROM YOUR ENEMIES…

A solid mass slamming into his flank, ribs flexed and eyes narrowed. Temper staggered, feeling the pain of impact radiating from where Shaw had rammed into him. Without realizing it, a stream of foul words exited his jaws, before he swiped madly at his attacker… hindered slightly by the throbbing pain that now cursed his side.

Scoffing dismissively at Arachna’s taunts, Shade continued to follow his foe with a rigid stare, never once allowing his back to face the viperous femora. Then, in a few moments, the she-wolf slithered away on spidery legs, only to appear among the contents of a stony outcrop. Due to the severity of his wounds, Shade did not pursue, and instead remained at the heels of the mound and looked on. While initially unsure as to Arachna’s intentions, each word that spilled from her maw painted a canvas of alarm before his eyes. And then there was the sealing fate; the final confirmation to what the bloodied phantom was planning to do. With a screech of claws, the stones were dislodged, and slowly began to edge into a descent.
Obviously, one’s instinctive reaction would be to clear out of there. But when Shade moved to leap, invisible hands grappled for his legs and dragged him back into flame. Pain shot through his limbs with every swift movement that he attempted to make, and with the ominous crackling of stones slipping from their positions panicking his senses, Shade barely managed to shift a few inches before he collapsed.
“SHADE! SHADE, MOVE!”
“Annelise…?” He glanced toward her, and saw that she was rushing toward him. An angel, he saw, with such beauty that it could absolve both of them of their sins… but with every bound, he realized that she was becoming in danger of the cascading rocks herself, and he would not allow such a wolf to die at his paws.
Sending a silent prayer to his father to give him strength, Shade half-limped, half-dragged his way toward Annelise…but was cut short in his flight when one of the boulders landed on top of his hind leg.
Yelping sharply, Shade was pulled to the ground, nearly out of range of other stones. But only nearly…

Staring down at the female he had initially regarded as fragile, Macabre nearly began performing the one action that he was formerly incapable of doing—laughing. But he managed to restrain himself, and only allowed a very small semi-smirk to distort his solemnity. Nectar was hardly intimidating, with her small figure and a growl less ferocious than the sound a refrigerator makes when it is defrosting… but when Macabre felt claws slice into the flesh of his shoulder, he quickly realized that the young wolf was seriously intent on engaging battle with him. …eh, at least the kid has spirit.
Twisting his head, he attempted to snap at her legs, but at the same time finding it difficult to reach her, considering where she had latched onto his body.

An odd pleasure washed over her senses in reaction to the sound of anger. The thrill of war, the sensation of blood spraying fur… There’s no substitute Kill thought, her tongue subconsciously swirling around her jaws. But when fangs pierced skin, Kill retracted her thoughts and snarled in response. Teeth bit like bullets, and Kill was intent on making Freya receive a similar experience.
Reaching over her shoulder, she attempted to dislodge her foe with fangs, one foreleg raised and ready to insert additional swipes if necessary.

This guy must be rabid or something!
Kar jumped back, beginning to take precaution as Regulus’ temper seemed to increase. But he felt the jolt of daggers slicing into his skin, and inwardly, Kar wondered how long the battle would go on for…
Is this how it’s going to be? Keep fighting until one side kills the other? What kind of world is this, anyway…
Deciding to exercise a new tactic, Kar raced around Regulus in a wide circle, bouts of adrenaline fueling his activities. Then, lunging forward, he attempted to land onto Regulus’ back and attack the skull. If I keep dodging and biting, this will never be over with!

…AND ALL YOUR DEMONS

[Sivoncé™]

I BEG TO DIFFER

Gray stones cascaded in a grumbling thunder -- the storm began, and Shade was caught in it. Frantic eyes wide, Annelise streaked through the rockfall, the earth seeming to tremble beneath her paws. Dust curled off in thick clouds from the crowd. "SHADE! SHADE -- oh god...." His name stuck in her throat, pools gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Not him. Not his leg....not him....his leg....too....
The rock was large, foreboding with it's pointed crag, staring her down as her chest heaved for air. The rumble still came overhead -- the rocks were coming.
A thought pricked her spine, hairs standing on end, frayed as her nerves. If we can get out of here safe....it'll scatter their forces. We can head back to camp, regroups, and send messengers to the other packs....we can attack them in a few days if we can send spies to their camp.
"Shade.....Shade, hold on!"
She backed up a few paces, gritted her teeth, and charged at the rock.
Slam.

The flesh was brittle between her teeth, but she'd broken skin -- blood droplets oozed across her maw, spoils of war. Swift claws swiped across her ears and she was free from the btie, twisting away at the slashing foreclaws. Taking up a neutral stance -- one that was ready to react to her foe's action -- she bent low to the ground, crouching, coiled -- as if to spring--
WHAM.
The stone-faced opposition gnashed into her flank, thrust her mercilessly to the ground, and trapped her there beneath it's tanned sides. Dark blood spurted from the wound. Images danced around the edges of her blurry sight, dark smears against a gray-brown canvas. Sessile but in denial, she flailed her limbs desperately, heaved for air, coughed and sputtered, barked sharply to her packmates. Her fight for consciousness was a battle slanted against her.

MAKE ME AN OFFER

[Sivoncé™]

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