(V2)so S.L.I.T. your own T.H.R.O.A.T. (BATTLE!!!!)

[Sivoncé™]

((Yeah, watch your g-modding, guys. Wolves aren't invincible, and the next warrior is just as skilled as the other. Probably lessen your attacks per post on other chars, Moonset. She of curse can retaliate stongly to an attacker, but the other person decides how hurt their char is, etc. Thanks, Nighty. And ooohh sounds good! Is Missing coming to the battle or...? ))

They came in a sudden flood of the clearing, following the first fighters of their Yozoran heritage. Crow and Saskia lunged as twin demons, a pairing of mates who'd outlasted many battles before this, but still felt the blood of the battle like a chill to their spine.
We've already fought these enemies before.... Saskia thought, eyes wide with frigid shock.
They come back to haunt us yet again? Crow wondered, disbelief crawling across his skin.
More Yozorans filed in, among them were the neophytes Trianna, Kasparr, Autumn, and Neveria.

Trianna twirled about, catching sight of a wolf that appeared Destinian to be lunging at an injured Siverian -- one she recognized as the warrior, Freya. Where the Hellfire is Flisk?! "Hold on!" She barked to Freya. She lunged at Raffa, clashing with him and breaking his line of attack.

A streak of black and sterling silver pelted across another side of the clearing, a Sheeran female driven here by the echoes of the battle that rang out like sirens through the valley. Luma, was her name. Once a mountain wolf and a loner, but driven to the Sheeran pack as her true home. An inaudible gasp escaped her maw, the battle cries and howls and screeches drowning out her sound. She looked around desperately, torn between going back to camp for help and leaping in immediately. Where's Yago? What's happening--"Moonset?! Eurasia?!" She watched as Eurasia delievered killing swipes to Moonset, the warrior laid apparently dead in the heart of the clearing. She drew back into the brush immediately and pelted towards the Sheeran Camp.
I have to tell someone!

Annelise twitched in recognition of Magic's voice and touch, her eyes opening slightly to twinkle happily at her mentor. "Magic! Magic I've missed you!" And she had. Magic was, indeed, a true mentor. A godfather type figure, especially after Arroyo's death. She turned her eyes to Shade, regarding him critically. "Make sure you heal up that one nice and well, too. He saved my arse....I would be missing more than just a leg if it weren't for him. We've no quarrel with the Yozorans." Her voice was certain, assertive, though she hoped she hadn't sounded too found of Shade. Weed would keep his promise not to tell, she hoped, but she didn't need anyone else knowing...

Regulus neatly side-stepped Melina's maneuver, or it would've been a neat side-step -- she caught his flank with the edges of her claws, digging into a wound previously opened by Kar. He snarled, wearing under the attacks of the two of them paired, and the pummeling he'd suffered from Nightshade before he'd thrown her aside. He circled the Siverian alphess, eyes glinting dangerously, metallic. "Watch yourself, alphess. Our war here is far from finished!" He turned then and fled into the night, rushing away into the tall grasses.

Nightshade hissed with annoyance as the Sheeran healer passed her. "Lilly Pad! Anybody! Where is the Yozoan healer? Oh yeah, that's right, they don't have one yet....gah!"

[nighty!]

Lilly Pad pricked her ears when the other wolf was calling Eurasia a traitor. "You can't call her a traitor but yet she is one. You can't call her that because she isn't in your pack. Only a Sheerian could call her one," She told the Yozoran. Then after that, a whole bunch of Yorozans came to the chess board.

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[/font]ernille came in with her pack from behind to see what was going on. It was a battle but, there were dead wolves there. How the hellfire were they going to kill hellfire wolves if they were dead? Her eyes becamed fear but she had to face it for her pack. She doesn't know where Iver is at but she has to do what Iver would do and that would be to fight (though she only has one life and not many). That takes away the wolves are found. the beta sighed.

Missing walked around the battle because she didn't really wanted to fight, she just wanted to help other wolves when they ask her. Then out of no where. She saw a floating fish. Was she dreaming? Hopefully because she didn't like battles, but the fish. It had to be a dream. She loves dreams though. "Fishy!" She woofed and ran toward the floating fish.

"Eurasia, you will most likely be banished but right now, lets just do our job as healers from what Rhain has taught us, you don't want to fight, neither do I." She told her. Lilly just turned around from hearing Nightshade asking her for help. "Nightshade, you're wounded, tell me what you need and I'll get it."

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Lilly Pad
P[/size]ernille
Missing
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[featherswift]

"I know I can't really call her a traitor because of pack difference. I still do though," he looked down and remembered something as the neophyte was talking to Eurasia. He was talking just like his old alpha had to his mom and dad. He growled in his mind,"No! I will not act like that." His eyes glimmered in reality. "Let me get to the dead wolf next to you Eurasia and you," he said to Lily. "You must watch your back around her. She wanted to kill you before," he growled as he took another step towards Eurasia then made a move to Moonset's still form.

[Sivoncé™]

Nightshade blinked towards Lilly Pad, thankful that she was being helped at last. Sooner or later some Hellfire wolf would've seen me and taken me out for good. It's lucky Lilly Pad's here.... "I think I've broken a rib or two, and I have a few smaller wounds on my flanks that are still bleeding. Can you help?" She woofed hopefully.

Assyria, deciding that her own pack was perfectly capable of killing her, had left Moonset to be devoured by the Sheeran healer. The disloyalty amongst the packs was perfect -- if they weren't stable independently, they could never work together to bring Blood Mist down like they had last time. Instead, she darted behind the Eternal Tree, splashing water on her face from the lake and fishing for a quick refresher bite before returning to the battle. But as she turned, she caught sight of a Sheeran neophyte bounding towards her merrily, seeing only the fish in the shadowed night. Smiling inwardly, she saw a plan unfold before her. As Missing lunged for the fish, she spat it out and grabbed the neophyte by her scruff. Having seized her capture, she took off into the night.

Spotting Assyria fleeing with Missing, Regulus smiled and turned back to the warring clearing. He rushed towards an injured femme. She was bound by a healer already, but left vulnerable on the fringes of the fight. He plunged towards Freya, snatching her away on the wind. He looked back to hear another set of pawsteps behind him -- Arachna had returned as well.

She swooped down upon Neveria and Autumn, the two neophytes being small enough for her to take them both. The siblings flailed desperately, lashing out at their kidnapper.
"NOO! GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP!!"
Saskia whirled around, the sound of her daughters' cries blaring through the roar of the crowd. "Neva? Autumn? NO! DAMNIT DON'T YOU GO ANYWHERE YOU BITCH!"
And so it came that lupines flew without wings.
She rammed Arachna's side in desperation, Arachna dropping Autumn as a result. The neophyte tumbled down the slope, ramming into the Eternal Tree. The lines of consciousness were murky and blurred to her eyes, and black curtains drifted across her vision. She laid there, unconscious. Crow pelted to her side, shrugging his daughter over his shoulders, then whirling around to search for his mate.

The two wound and danced in a deathly tangle, exchanging a flurry of bites and snarls. Neveria was in the air, disengaged from her captor, but sent flying into the Twilight Lake. She crashed into the glacial waters with a bang. Saskia darted for her, but Arachna cut her off with sly expertise. She rammed into Saskia's legs. They buckled underneath her, and in a flash the Yozoran was on her knees. Back at the battle, Trianna swerved away suddenly from Raffa and charged up the slop in a desperate canter, her mother and the Hellfirian blazing through her vision. But the images were blurred, distorted, tears poured forth from her eyes like sweltering springs, the ferocity of her grief spurring an adrenaline burst. She plummeted towards Arachna, howling furiously.
"LET MY FAMILY GO!"
"CROW KEEP HER AWAY FROM HERE! TAKE THEM HOME!" Saskia barked desperately. Crow held Trianna back, though he struggled. "Take them home, Tria. Take them home and tell Pernille our only quarrel is with the Hellfirians. Tell her to retire the warriors for tonight. We don't know what we face...." He left Autumn on Trianna's shoulders and joined his mate in combat.
Arachna gnashed into Saskia's throat, the blow taking her by surprise as she worked to remove her family from the scene. Her limbs battered Arachna with burning anger in her blood, boiling and blossoming with a dismantling blow to Arachna's forehead. But as Saskia stepped back, recovering, her foe danced in circles around her, lashing out every so often, always from a new direction. Crow lunged at the femme, but she dodged, using a hind leg to kick him hard in the gut. Winded, Crow flew from the field of battle, crashing into the rocks around the lake. He hind leg snapped dreadfully, his eyes pained as he watched his mate fight alone.
It was agonizing -- just a few moments in actuality, but the pain twisted and tangled her for what seemed an eternity. At long last, the black widow sprang sideways, spinning onto Saskia's back, claws at her throat.
And they slit upward from each side wish sickly craft, the artist painting the final touch on their scupture...
"Won't you smile, pretty thing?"
And then annihilating it completely.

The killer dipped her devil's fangs into the water, and on black wings, carried Neveria away into the night.

In the forest beside the lake, black dust swirled in demonic forms, at first, uncertain, then suddenly a concrete lupine. Reincarnated, she gasped for air, coughing dark smoke from her desert lungs. Oxygen poured in like an old friend, greeting her, now, for the third time in her series of existence. Sylvana's first sight in her third life was that of a corpse.
"S-Saskia...? My daughter?"

[Njack]

Shaw did a double triple quadruple bear claw seven hundred and sixty two somersault cartwheel backflip. In short, he went flying, sort of, in a completely different direction than Temper. Don't ask me how the physics work out, because I don't know. After an interminable time of somersault-cartwheel-backflipping, he slammed into something hard.

He lay on his back. And blinked a few times.

That wasn't supposed to be ironic.
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Nectar let out an involuntary cough as her whole body shuddered under the other wolf's weight. She had lost count of her seconds that she had left, and she had almost given up hope of getting out.

The world began to blur and blacken at its edges, like paper held over a blazing campfire. She felt herself drifting, struggling to keep her consciousness.

With almost every last bit of strength she had left - but not quite - she thrust out a paw. If anyone had been watching, it looked something like this: a large wolf lying on his side, when all of a sudden a paw popped out, and then fell on the ground.

In other words, mildly pathetic.
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Ligua let out a howl, and charged into the fray, his eyes daring anyone to challenge him.

Not that it would be unusual or anything.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Neveria, his neophyte, being whisked off by some

WAIT A MINUTE

Letting another howl echo through the clearing, to alert others, he bounded off into the darkness.

[nighty!]

Missing couldn't react in time when the fish flu toward her and then a demon wolf grabbed her scruff. Couldn't believe that this was happening to her. "Hey! What are you doing. I didn't know that that was your fish, let me go so I can catch my own fishy! Seriously what are you doing!" She growled as she was in panic. The veggie-eating neophyte had no clue what was happening but she was being dragged away from the battle.

Lilly Pad nodded. "I think it's best that you should be out of the battle till you heal up. This wont heal quickly I'll tell you that." She put her muzzle under Nightshade's back and flipped her to the other side (slight g-mod but it's for medical reasons. ^_^) and then put her paw on her chest and started to feel for the broken ribs. "You have two broken ribs and one of them is fragle right now. You cannot fight this battle Nightshade. I'm going to take you to your camp grounds as fast as I can. I have no choise but you have to allow me to do so. I'm going get Missing to help us." She paused "MISSING!" Lilly howled quietly but loud enough that she would hear her but didn't get a reply. "Nevermind then, I'll just grab someone when I see one." Lilly Pad grabbed nightshade's scruff and started to drag her outside of the chess board so she can be safe and not killed.

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[/font]ernille started to fight and kill random hellfire wolves. Doing her best to protect any wolf that wasn't dead and still walks on the land. She saw one near Nightshade so she ran toward that hellfire wolf demon and attacked it.


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[.Rabid Lycan.]

SO HOW DID THIS COME TO BE...

Groggily lifting his head, Temper uttered a moan of discomfort. Struggling to single out the individual shape of his target—the world was spinning, so it was difficult to concentrate—the brute teetered to a stand. That is, he came to a stand just before falling back down again, having staggered in his disorientation and tripped over the rough terrain. This time, apparently, he learned; he waited on the ground for the earth to quit rotating.

Despite the dismal situation, Magic lifted his muzzle briefly to flash a warm smile at his neophyte. “I missed you too… very much. Almost assumed the worst…” he paused to tighten a bandage around the last of her worst injuries “…but I always hoped that maybe you were still alive somewhere.” He touched his nose gently to her shoulder in a caring gesture. “Glad to see that my faith wasn’t misguided.”
He applied a layer of damp powder to a few of the wounds, hoping that the wounds would clot. If that happened, all would be fine. There might be complications, but it was always a good sign if the bleeding began to slow.
After a few minutes of fussing, Magic glanced toward the Yozoran that Annelise had mentioned, his eyes instantly catching on the rotting skeleton of a wolf. “If he saved your life, then he deserves my upmost gratitude… but he doesn’t look too well.”
Shade had attempted to drag himself to Magic and Annelise, but was unfit for the trip, and collapsed on his side after only a few yards. The Siverian Healer regarded him with worried eyes, and then murmured a few words to Annelise that were decidedly less cheerful than before. “Do you think you can manage for a bit? I don’t think your friend there can stand much longer without a little help.” He was reluctant to leave Annelise, but Shade was teetering on the edge of his grave, and would succumb to death given another few minutes without medical attention. Magic nosed a few herbs toward Annelise, holding back an eat these slowly. He knew that she would know how to make use of them. He had taught her well, after all.

Macabre glanced down, feeling a strange pressure near his lower ribs. A paw had reached out from under him, waving to the world in a final gesture of defiance (either that, or desperation—either one would work). He stared at the paw before rolling his eyes. Great… I just flattened a little girl to death. Not very honorable at all. How idiotic. How cowardly.
Deciding that his opponent wouldn’t really prove much of a threat if he released her—and if you added in the additional factor of oxygen loss, it was probably true—Macabre rolled slowly off of his victim. Rising to a stand and shaking his pelt casually (as if waking up from a pleasant nap), he did a fair job of ignoring Nectar’s presence and scanned the clearing for the opportunity to fight with an opponent more of his level.
That is, if Nectar didn’t jump to life and attempt to beat the pulp out of him first.

Kar continued in his relentless two-on-one assault on Regulus, swiping and snapping wherever he was able, but more of an assist than a fighter given his physical condition. But at long last, Regulus retreated, and a glimmer of pride blossomed deep in his chest. Staggering a little, Kar retired to the outskirts of the battle, knowing that he would provide little help to the cause in his state. He considered returning to camp, but something inside him prevented him from leaving. Besides, all the Healers were on the battlefield; what was the use of an injured wolf retreating to a place with no medical care?

...ARRIVE TOO EARLY

[Njack]

Shaw blinked again, rolled over, groaned inwardly to himself. Then he sprang up, tottering and almost falling again as a wave of nausea washed over him. Ugh. What happened? Where's that wolf I was fighting?

He scanned over the clearing as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast, as his object recognition was subpar at the moment. It took about five seconds before he managed to register that he was somewhere pretty far away from where he had started from.

The other wolf seemed somewhat disoriented too, and the wolf - no, he meant world - was spinning. Or maybe both, he couldn't be sure. He shook his head, which did nothing to help the spinning, and then attempted to totter towards the other wolf.

Eh, at least he never gave up.
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Darkness.

That was her only sensation for a long while. Then light. Not much, just a little. And everything seemed rather blurred. Odd. But she couldn't quite figure it out.

Who was she? Oh, yes. Wait a second...

Nectar remembered she was Nectar. But for the moment, she couldn't quite figure out anything else. She kept her eyes half open, the brightness hurting her head. She thought she saw a large wolf standing nearby, but didn't want to think about that either.

[♫Flisk♫]

Raffa snarled as he was attacked by Trianna, a neophyte he recognized easily. He was flipped backwards and landed on his stomach, skidding across the ground and staining his stomach with red from the blood soaked forest floor. He licked his lips as he proceeded to attack Trianna. There was nothing more irritating then some stupid neophyte younger than himself keeping him from fufilling his duty. I'll just have to rip her up. He searched through the fray, the teeming anthill of death until he spotted Trianna. A wolf lunged at him but he quickly jumped forward and pelted, eyes locked on Trianna still. Barreling over a wolf, he lost sight of Trianna, but quickly caught her scent. He followed it until he found her with a wolf on her shoulders. Ah...I could cause alot of trouble here. Without a sound, Raffa launched himself behind her and aimed to land on her back and the wolf on her shoulders.
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Flisk hopped into the scene. He had followed Trianna before plowing over a tree root and smashing his face into some brambles. Eyes watering from the smarting, he had trudged onward, wondering what could possibly be happening with all the noise. When he stepped into the clearing, he froze. His eyes locked on Moonset, dead. Eurasia had killed her. With a roar, he pelted forward. For the second time that day he tripped and landed face first in...fur? When he looked up, he saw the eyes of a dead wolf, glazed in a forever silence. With a snuffle of disgust he continued to Eurasia. Blinking, he stopped with a trembling voice. "Wh-what have you done?" Without an answer, the neophyte grimly launched himself at Eurasia, claws outstretched so no death blows would be given.
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((Sivveh...how does Regulus know Melina is the alphess? She hasn't told anybody... ;D))

Melina watched with satistfaction as her claws ripped open an old wound. When Regulus turned to leave, his dark voice echoed on the edges of her subconcious and she swayed, wondering if Regulus knew where the camp was. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and tried to follow his scent. She plunged through the forest, only to turn around back the way she had come. When the scent ended, she looked up and spotted Regulus trying to kill a defenseless Freya. Silently she cirled until she faced Regulus completely. Diving over Freya, she snarled, saliva and blood dripping out of her mouth as she made a somewhat aerial attack.

"Try me!"

[SaveAWolfxSaveALife]

(Gee, guys, sorry about all of my g-moddig. It really comes out of habbit. I have another rp and powerplaying is perfectly acceptable, or maybe just ignored. You can forget the rib snapping thing with Lillypad, that was just to add drama I guess. It doesn't matter. If you want me to I can go back and just backspace that part...)

Eurasia glared at the Yozoran. "Who are you to call me a traitor?" She murmured but guessed that it was not heard. Lillypad was out of Eurasia's jaws now, and she felt a little battered by her neophyte, but she was scared too. Eurasia knew that too many wolves had discovered what she had done, and she wouldn't, couldn't, kill them all. She glanced at the black Yozoran as Lillypad walked towards an injured Siverian. Eurasia was angry, frightened, and became terrrified when they both explained how she would be banished anyways. Still, out of all this fear, she lunged at the Yozoran as he tried to tend to Moonset. "Listen, you, and Lillypad, if you can hear me over there..." She paused. "I don't want to leave the Packs. I want to be a healer. I want to do what I do best. And if word gets out about this, I won't be able to." She closed her eyes, knowing that niether of them would care. Eurasia had gotten over her anger to Lillypad, but she wouldn't let her neophyte tell the whole Pack. Lifting her paw from the sticky pool of Moonset's blood, Eurasia stared at Moonset's body.
Dear lupus, what have I done? She thought. Duh, you idiot, you threw your whole life away. But not far away she smelled more Sheeran coming from the battle. It wasn't Lillypad, it wasn't Moonset and hers, so she sniffed again to try and recognize it. The trail led to the battle scene, but not in it, and then back to the...
Camp. The first thought that came to mind was that a wolf was sending backup, or worse, the alpha. Yago would immediately scent Eurasia's on Moonset's limp body. So out of pure terror, Eurasia prepared to charge back to camp.

Moonset felt something leaning over her bleeding body. Her last drop of life was fading away now, and her thoughts jsut screamed at the wolf. NO! LET ME DIE! But as she thought this her life was already gone, slipping like rain off a tree leaf. It fell to the ground, and splattered into little pieces as it hit the hard dirt surface below. Instantly she was in a dark relm, knowing this was her death dream, the one almost every wolf had before they were gone for good. She was going to be wiped off the face of the earth, so she wanted to make this dream good. A wolf figure stalked out of the distance, glittering with silver. (I don't know how you feel about this, Nylon not being a charry and all, but I kind of want her to see her family before she dies ;D ) "N-Nylon?" The she-wolf, beautiful and lovely, came nose to nose with Moonset, almost touching her muzzle. Her eyes were wide with shock, which surprised Moonset knowing they were always half open with love and compassion, glittering with affection. But no, now they were wide open, scared and in awe.
"My beloved sister, how did this happen?" Her voice was choked with sorrow, love, worry, and fear.
"Nylon, my best friend and sister, where are the others?"
"Answer me first, Moonset!" Nylon spoke so hurridely Moonset wondered if she was timed on her conversation.
"I died in battle, Nylon. Of course, isn't that how every wolf dies, or by sickness?"
"I'm so shocked Moonset. It's almost as if I thought you would never die. You've been through so much..."
"Which is exactly why I'm here, dead and humble."
"Moonset, I don't want you to die. I want you to keep living. Wake u--"
"No, Nylon. I've waited too long. You can't do that either, my sister, I want to be with my family."
"You're family is back in the forest."
"Bah! The Sheeran Pack? Are you kidding?"
"No, Moonset." and she flicked her tail to show what she really meant. Nylon was speaking of the home, the Wild Pack. The place she had been found as a pup, the forest next to the place she was born and where her family was killed by hunters.
"I don't need to go back. I miss my mate, I miss the Pack, I miss my pups, but that was a long time ago."
"The Pack needs you Moonset."
"No." Moonset affirmed.
Nylon sighed. "I won't ask you again, do you want to live?"
"You don't have the power to do that. And no, I want to be in peace, with you all."
And so Nylon nodded, and three figures walked out of the dark, her brother and her parents. Nylon joined them, and Moonset hesitated. Her whole life was behind her, and this dream was almost over. Once more Moonset remembered her mate, missing her and mourning, her pups, desperate and wanting, and her previous Pack, confused and disordered, all because Moonset had left. She never would have died, if she hadn't left. She wouldn't be missing and sorrowful if she had not left! Oh why did I have to be so foolish..! Moonset cried in her thoughts. But it was too late. She was humiliated in the clearing, dead after she thought she would die of age, but her time had come anyways. No one would miss her and it wouldn't matter. Moonset looked backwards even though nothing was there, just black, and tore from her chains to walk beside her sister, her best friend, and her life. She reunited herself with her puphood, and walked into black with her family. And for once, Moonset felt like she knew where she belonged.

And so with that, Moonset slipped away from life, that last drop falling to the ground and breaking into little pieces, which soon dissolved into the sun, a small glimmer of life being eliminated from the earth.

[Sivoncé™]

(( I guess she fights like an alphess, Fliskeh. And he was one of the first ones here, so probably saw Melina come out of the tree
And, ya know, Saskia's kinda dead there guys

And it's fine for the death scene, but if you want to rp Nylon any further, you're going to have to make a bio for him. ))

A wolf was running for her, but she didn't care. Trianna merely watched as her mother fell, her sister was taken away, folded into a night by some devilish wraith, and her father crumpled at the edges of the lake. She stood there, suspended by the strings of the master pupeteer, unable to speak, unable to move. At last, as she felt her enemy lunge for her, she turned and ran towards the Yozoran border, fleeing with Autumn on her back. "FLISK!" she howled, the only name she could think of through the riveting shock. "FLISK, HELP MY DAD!"

Kasparr, suddenly torn apart from his two siblings, turned and pelted towards Crow, a barely conscious black lump on the Twilight Lake. He blinked back towards Flisk and Tria called his name. He was in the midst of a fight with a....Sheeran? He didn't ask, only kept running for his father.
Somebody's gotta get Mom's body away from here before they take it....

Annelise nodded immediately, taking up the herbs with her maw and chewing them softly. It was calming, the entire process, and not just to her battered form. Being a true healer again -- or at least tasting what it was like to heal. I miss our den... She shared a quick glance with Shade, one she hoped Magic would not see. I'll miss Shade more.

Regulus heard her coming, felt her leap catch his hindlegs, but flailed them and continued on. He was limping badly now, but he had made it into loner lands, a place Melina would not be so familiar with. "A Siverian, eh? They were the first ones to pay last time, it wouldn't surprise me if they paid first, again!" He howled to her. He disappeared into the night, carrying his prisoner of war with him.

Nightshade stirred, looking for Melina desperately. We have to leave soon....they're taking wolves, now. I don't know what they plan to do with them, but we can't risk getting anymore injured or hurt....

Luma was back. She'd failed to find Yago, but she had warriors with her -- among them, the neophyte Meg. Luma and Meg ran together, but split at the last moment. Meg joined Flisk in the attack of Eurasia, pummeling the healer's flanks with sharp claws. Luma bent down over Moonset, eyes wide, in shock.
I'm too late...

[SaveAWolfxSaveALife]

(Nylon's her sister, but that's okay. I won't rp with her anymore, just for the death scene.)

Eurasia snarled with terror and fear at her assualt. She was just about to leave the clearing when Luma and some other warriors started attacking her, and she knew why. It was three against one, and she growled and spit with rage, warning the wolves to stay back. Eurasia threw a swift blow at Meg's muzzle, but was thrown aback by sharp claws. It was too late, Eurasia knew, because over five wolves knew that Eurasia had killed Moonset, four of them being Sheerans. She would be banished from the territories, and she would probably live as a loner again for the rest of her life. There had been so much commotion going on Eruasia couldn't even remember why she had killed her fellow pack mate, and she stood feeling angry and fearful. As she thought she continued throwing blows with her paws at her assualters, a weaker attack then before simply because she was worn out from leaping, lunging, kicking, biting, and picking up two wolves in a short time period had left her exhausted. But her fighting efforts had paid off, because when she glanced to look at Luma, who was not attacking anymore but leaning over Moonset's limp body, she knew that the wolf was dead, and there was no hope to saving her. A sigh came out, still unaware of why she had killed the hazel colored wolf, but all the while she was relieved.

Gade poked his head out of the neophytes' den as he heard the commotion from outside. (Remember Featherswift, this is after our thread in Gade, but we don't have to stop it. ;D) Wolves had appeared hollering about Hellfire wolves attacking in the Twilight Clearing and something about the herb healer killing another Pack mate. (that's a little powerplaying, but I kinda need it. Hope it's okay) No, not Eurasia? Really? He recently had met her and she seemed so nice and comforting to be around. There must have been a reason, or it simply wasn't Eurasia. The beautiful, herb scented wolf was too kind. But the talk of battle and fight made him shiver with excitment. Ever since he was born he was waiting for his chance to show his fighting skills, and how much he learns. A few other wolves popped out and joined Luma to return to the clearing, and Gade quikly advanced to go join them. They were far ahead, but he tracked them by scent so he knew where the fight was. Alone but prepared, he was, and he was urged faster and faster through the trees by the scents and sounds of battle. The closer he came he smelled fear, blood, and fire all in one area, and he knew he had arrived. As he stomped through the grass and he broke into the midst of the clearing, he was stunned and confused at how much battle and cries were being sprung out. But faster than every wolf was being lunged at, he was blacked out, lost in a swarm of darkness, and when his eyes cleared up again he had no clue what was going on. He didn't know where he was, what he was doing, and what was happening, but the noise and sight of war made him remember instantly. He spotted where the wolves who had left earlier were, and he was frozen when he realized that the wolf they were attacking was Eruasia, after all of his hopes. No, not her... He thought. He appreciated this wolf too much, in fact, he felt too much affection. And in the corner of his eye, next to Eurasia and her foes but packmates, was the limp body of a Sheeran smelling wolf, where Luma stood over it. It was unbeleivable and shocking, and he was frozen where he stood, simply in the center of battle. Several wolves knocked into him whom struggled with Hellfirians, and he was scared but locked into place as the passed with raging teeth and flailing claws. "What do I do?" he whispered to himself.

[nighty!]

Lilly Pad continue to drag Nightshade backwards away from the battle as possible. The beta for Siverian should know that they don't know what they are fighting. She nodded to Pernille for getting the wolf out of the way for Lilly to drag Nightshade out of the way. The neophyte finally got out of the chess board and into the forest area. She looked around for some cobwebs. There was only few but enough for both of them. "Sorry it took a while, your a bit heavy and a wolf bit my chest so that'll explain the blood on your forehead." She let go of the beta's scruff and took the cobwebs. "OK, now to cover up your wounds." The neophyte gently pressed the cobwebs on one of the places that she mentioned. There. Now for the other one. Lilly Pad did the same for the other one. Great, no more for me. I guess the blood will dry then. Then she noticed that it was pretty close to her heart where Eurasia bit her. I'm ok, I hope.

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[Sivoncé™]

Nightshade shook herself away from Lilly Pad, eyes desperate. "Lilly Pad, Moonset isn't the only wolf who was killed! Saskia -- a Yozoran -- she just went down....her family's trying to get away, but they need help. Moonset's covered, from the looks of it -- there are Sheerans there to take care of Eurasia. Please, tell Pernille, somebody, anybody..." she swallowed hard. She was older than Saskia, but Saskia was still one of the older packwolves remaining. She had been born immediately after the great battle on the mountains during the journey to the new packlands. Old wolves are dying....wolves that remember Blood Mist and its fury. What if I'm next? "I'll be fine....now that all of the packs are here, the battle's dying down, but before Saskia died, I saw three packwolves carried off by Hellfirians...one of them was Freya, a Siverian, I think the other was one of Saskia's daughters....and then a Sheeran neophyte, I don't know her name. You have to tell them -- the danger isn't over yet. We need to get bodies out of here...."

Meg ducked as Eurasia lashed at her, but took a hard swipe to her side as Eurasia tried to defend herself as her packmates accumulated against her. She found Eurasia's tail and bit hard into it, glaring hatefully at the healer as she did so. She'll never be welcome here again!

Luma looked up from Moonset's body sorrowfully, her eyes scanning the fray. It seemed a few Hellfirians had departed, and wolves of all four packs had appeared.....no....not all four packs. Where are the Destinians? Fireflight didn't show....? She narrowed her eyes to slits, eyeing the Destinian terras suspiciously. The Siverians and Yozorans are pure of heart, they showed that tonight, but the Destinians are nowhere to be found. Fireflight argued against the Yozorans, trying to stir up trouble a the last Moonless Meeting. I'll bet the Destinians are up to something, wanting conflict regardless of who's dragged in where....

Oddly enough, the Destinian alphess entered the clearing just then, her head held high, fire burning in her eyes, in her step, as it always did. She was flanked by a small, investigating patrol, obviously there had been some indecision about whether or not to join the battle. As the young alphess looked upon the destruction, her maw dropped agape, her eyes went wide. "Breeze, Tatiana, Etheris -- go get the other warriors," she barked to the three young neophytes. Fireflight herself pelted into the clearing, howling a fresh battle cry and throwing herself at the nearest Hellfirian. (anyone want to take her up on that leap?)

Luma still had her suspicions, but there were other matters to settle with now. She bent down carefully and took up Moonset's body over her shoulders, swishing her tail to the other Sheerans. "If you're here or anywhere if pack terra when I get back, Eurasia, it'll be your body that lies there," she blinked towards the Sheerans and Flisk. "If she runs, chase her as far as the loner terras, than come back. Your packs still need you....but I think the Sheeran business is finished here. Yago will probably want a meeting."

((Okay....any Destinians can hop in now xD I kinda forgot about my alphess duties...))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((sivvy, about Fireflight… it’s on XD *throws Shiver*))

I’VE COME TO GRIPS WITH LIFE…

The ground appeared to squirm with movement, but Temper found that it was improving with time. Impatient as he was, the brute remained flat on the earth for a few more moments before springing into action. Sure, everything was fuzzy and distorted—what did you expect? He landed on his head!—but he could at least hold his ground long enough to make out the blurred outline of his opponent.
“Gonna… get ya… fer this,” he mumbled, staggering a step forward and completely failing at the ‘intimidation’ game. Even though he could stand, the male looked no better than an ill-tempered drunk.

“What happened to you, I wonder?” Magic muttered, nudging Shade further away from the battle. The leg looked particularly worrisome, but it was more crushed than bleeding; best treat the blood loss before the leg the Healer decided, using a large roll of webbing to bind the worst of the wounds. Shade gurgled helplessly in response, eyes shifting to half-mast as he prayed for his life to be spared… and, more feverishly, for Annelise’s life to be spared. He was given herbs to help numb the pain, which he swallowed gratefully even with his dry throat. Need to keep going Shade reminded himself. Can’t give up now.

Twisting about in an a frenzy of scarlet and gore, a white-pelted Hellfirian felt the impact of another body slam into her form. And by the scent, it wasn’t an ally.
Shiver twisted away, rolling into a stand and skidding to a halt to face her opponent. She snarled at the Destitian, realizing that this newcomer was fresh; it would be difficult to topple the unscarred alphess. Then again, common sense was not something Shiver was all that devoted to—rather then retreating, she dove forward in a zigzag dance toward her opponent, fangs at the ready.

Macabre glanced down at his former opponent, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the mess she was in. Then, just as quickly, the heavy bulk of another wolf crashed into him—Toss, the Destinian Beta, who was glaring intently at the Hellfirian.
“Say, pick on someone yer own size!” the brute announced.
Macabre raised a brow, glanced from Nectar to Toss… and opted to ravenously attack Toss with all he had.

…AND REALIZE THIS IS GOING TO FAR