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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 25, 2009 7:45:35 GMT -5
"So anyway, then I said to her, honey, you're a little young to be bringing' boys home! I ain't old enough to be a granny -- this is obscenity!" The fiery femme declared, raging conviction boiling in her shrill yowl. Agitated, the red-furred female fidgeted about , shuffling her paws, pacing ahead, then trodding back to recollect her sluggish companion. He was a dark brute, scarred and grisly from battles of life and death -- and now marked with the trials of the inbetween. He loped along with a leisurely gait, ears twitching every now and then, as if batting away from invisible annoyance. He parted his gigantic jaws in a mountainous yawn, the tips of his incisors glinting in the pallid twilight. The female continued to flap about him, flustered and on edge by his very prescence. But she doesn't know, he thought, a smug grin making an appearence on that jagged maw.
"It's absurdity you meant, I'm sure," he mumbled. The girl doesn't have her head on straight, that's for sure.
Santi hovered mid-flutter, eyes of vibrant green staring with a blank slate of confusion. She buzzed on quickly, eager to further confess her woes to this stranger.
"She goes out exploring an awful much -- I don't even know where she picked him up! I don't think he can talk, either....or at least he's playing mighty dumb! Hah! That was punny of me, wasn't it---wha? Reggie, what are you doing?"
Regulus loomed over her with a terrifying mass, his shadow eclipsing her wiry form completely. Sadistic, he smile at the female, and shook his head with a great, rumbling laugh.
"You won't have to worry about anymore unruly daughters -- it has been taken care of, woman."
She fluffed her pelt, eyes narrowing to shafted arrow slits. "Excuse me?"
Regulus settled back casually on his haunches, flashing a signature smile, "I said, we took your daughter, Miss -- Amoret, I think it was? And I think it would much discourage any motives to escape if she thought you dead, see....and much better if you were dead! Why, then there's no hope for dashing our little plans! Ha! Imagine that...."
Slowly, her paws retreated across the forest floor, but every step she took in flight, Regulus took an advance towards her.
Biting her tongue, Santi did the only thing she could think of; she threw her head to the sky and screamed to her wandering counterparts; a battle cry in the loner terras.
"THIS ASSHOLE TOOK MY DAUGHTER!" Regulus gave chase, and she leaped onto his back, sinking in her claws for all she was worth.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Sept 25, 2009 15:55:01 GMT -5
STYX!
You won't see the pious praying
They'll be too busy flaying There was a slight movement in the water followed by a single silver fish leaping into the sky and back into the water. Other than the battle that was happening near the shore, all was quiet. The water was unsettled again as a small black nose poked out of the water, breathed in deeply, and went back under. This time, ears and eyes appeared above the water, the dark golden brown eyes looked curiously at the wolves. The figure moved to the shore, a few yards away from the wolves, and the figure crawled out of the water, shaking its dark gray pelt of water. The wolf tensed himself, but stood tall as he stalked after fighting wolves. He kept himself about three yards away, his golden eyes watching the wolves fight, wondering if he should stop them or not, and who was or wasn't an enemy. He crouched lower to the ground, low enough that he was almost hidden by the losw mist that rose up from the lake whenever heat and cold combined. The only think easily visible was his shoulders and his tail which stuck straight up in alertness. All the martyrs with better ways
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 25, 2009 22:32:56 GMT -5
The evening was perfectly silent, serenely still. The air was stale, and the nearby waves gushed pleasantly and slapped the shore. Three lay amidst the scattered foliage: one of onyx, one of ivory, and one of a soft chestnut shade. The gentle whisperings of casual chatter flitted through the air, uniting with the harmony of twilight insects.
"THIS ASSHOLE TOOK MY DAUGHTER!”
The pale-faced Vee, the only female of the trio, lifted her head in silent acknowledgement. Shock lighted on her face. “That’s—that’s Santi’s voice!”
“Santi?” the russet male repeated in a questioning tone, his head tilting to one side.
“A friend, not that you’d know anything about her,” the black male, Fendrel, muttered. Holding the other brute with a glare of contempt, Fendrel jumped to his paws. “Let’s go see what this fuss is about, shall we?”
Vee had already sprinted off in the direction of the noise, leaving Fendrel and Fenrisulfr in quick pursuit of their companion.
Dipping in her head lower to the ground as she ran, Vee melted into a blur, rushing toward that screaming scramble of claws and fangs that had begun to slide into view. The scent of another wolf momentarily crept near her nostrils, but she dismissed the odor. Santi was in danger.
“Hey, creep—what d’ya think you’re doing!?” she snarled, her fur spiked on her withers in a stance of faux intimidation. The other male had to be at least twice her size. Dear GoldenWolf, what does this guy eat!? She continued to growl threateningly, lowering her body to the ground—ready to dodge and slice.
Fendrel and Fenrisulfr lagged behind, still heading toward the distant battleground. Vee is a spazz; she runs too fast Fendrel mumbled inwardly.
However, two wolves remained in blissful obscurity beneath the canopy of the surrounding thicket. Their eyes glistened with a rather sadistic quality, the traditional innocence of an average traveler corrupted by an expression of desire. A twisted sense of bloodlust, it seemed. A few clumps of ash remained entangled in their fur, silent indicators to their true identities. Of their likeness to the beasts of Hell.
Kill tensed, signaling to Macabre to prepare an assault. How convenient, more ignorant wolves to shred! she thought, a cruel smirk slipping across her maw.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 26, 2009 13:35:54 GMT -5
Fur and blood flashed between the cold curves of claws and teeth; Santi and Regulus writhed in a mass of feral snarls. Regulus bent and bucked his hind legs forward, wriggling madly to free himself from Santi's determined grasp. The she-wolf bared her fangs and dug into his left shoulder. With a flex of her claws, she snagged the ghostly skin of his backside and clung on as he paraded and thrased on the shore of the lake. On his last ends, Regulus bellowed his fury and flipped in a moment of fluid black ink, tossing Santi into free flight across the serene, mirror suface of the lake.
CRASH.
Cold water purged her lungs, paws paddling helplessly upward. Her head bobbed to the surface momentarily. Sweet, heavenly oxygen greeted her. Discontented with the disturbance, the lapping water pushed her under once more, where the tug of war continued between air and lack of. As she went down the third time, a flash of fur caught her gaze. Another wolf! But on who's side?
Regulus whirled on the fresh wave of pursuers, a slit of surprise passing and ellipsing in his red-wired eyes. So they actually answer each others' howls? Looks like we'll get to have a little more fun then I thought. He answered Vee's challenge with a crouch of his own, laughing darkly, eyes lodged on her form. "So you're next then, or do you have more sense than your little friend over there." Silently, he beckoned to the waiting Blood Mists with a swish of his tail.
A howl echoed in Darius' ears from across the woodland copse. Faint words were screamed in its shrill note. Warily, he drew back from his hunt for rabbit in the boscage. Should I see what it is? I haven't heard anything like that since those packwolves got into a fight....that doesn't sound like a pack wolf, though. He began a cautious jaunt in the direction of the howl.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 26, 2009 14:27:10 GMT -5
“Santi!” Vee gasped, watching in a helpless trance as her friend was tossed into the bleak and unforgiving tides of the lake. She tensed, the urge to leap after her nearly controlling her actions, but the rational area of her mind seized mastery over her limbs. If I go after her, this guy is going to get both of us… best to distract him, right? She can swim… erm, right?
Aside from that, an enormous beast stood between her and the waves beyond. Vee glanced over her shoulder, lightened by the sight of her brothers in arms racing to their aid. Four against one? Alright, this’ll be no problem!
“Aw, c’mon—a big lump like you versus four wolves? I don’t care how big you are. You mess with one of us,” she ducked into a sprint, “you mess with all of us!”
Fendrel and Fenrisulfr continued in their swift bounds, their paws pounding against the earth in a constant and quick tempo. The target was clear now, only a few yards away.
“Look what I found!”
Fendrel crashed into the ground, the weight of a she-wolf driving him into the soil. Her eyes were wild, her jaws were slackened, and her lips were curled in a mocking smirk. “Isn’t this wonderful, Regulus? Housewarming gifts!” Kill chuckled, swiping furiously at Fendrel’s stunned maw.
Fenrisulfr, too, was pinned beneath another monster of a brute. Macabre, rival to even Regulus in size, remained silent as he dug his fangs into his victim’s shoulder, eyes glassy with a faraway expression at the taste of blood.
Oh shit.
Vee winced, hearing the cries of the newly arrived Hellfirian wolves. The scene unnerved her with concern for her companions, but she followed through in her attempted strike—racing in and leaping, aiming to slice around Regulus’ neck and chin.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Sept 27, 2009 18:21:22 GMT -5
STYX!
You won't see the pious praying
They'll be too busy flaying Styx jumped and leaped out of the way of the fighting wolves. Hunh, looks like more than just a little spar. Wonder what's going on. He really dind't know who was who or what pack or anything like that. He kept his mouth shut, too scared to speak to them. Wondering if they'd rip his throat out rather than let him talk. He watched the battling wolves tumble into the river, a little annoyed. Withall that splashing, looks like I won't be catching fish tonight. He backed away from the battle, leaning back to examine who was friend and who was enemy. He pricked his ears, deciding to help the four wolves going after the one big one. He'd rather be working with a team than alone. He really was not that much of a good fighter. He turned to go after Regulus, planning on stopping when he was about a yard away, not really wanting to make enemies with someone who he never, and probably will never speak to. All the martyrs with better ways
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Sept 29, 2009 19:00:19 GMT -5
Rose's pelt was shiny after being freshly groomed. It hadn't been long ago she'd just talked to a runaway wolf... Missing? She wasn't in the mood of talking, and after saying bye she couldn't help but make herself look prettier than she already was. From a distance a noise was being made, and her ears swivled. How could she help the fact that she wanted to see what it was? Her paw steps turned, taking her to the sound as it grew louder and turned out to be wolves fighting. It was certainly not what she'd expected, and the last thing she wanted was to be a part of this. Instantly she froze, hoping no one would see her in plain sight.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Sept 30, 2009 7:51:31 GMT -5
A barrage of flailing attacks cascaded over Regulus. He snarled at his female pursuer, drawing back in a defensive crouch. The sound of pawsteps vibrated against the earth; he narrowed his eyes in hateful suspicion. So they think they'll take us down with this haphazard defense? Who are they kidding? He careened away from Vee's span of attack, taking with him fresh bleeding cuts across his flanks and face, and whirled on Styx. He pelted towards him, closing the remaining distance between them. It wasn't like him to flee from a fight as he had done with Vee, but until other Blood Mists' arrived, strategy would have to dominate over bloodlust, though he loathed it. I'll pick off the weakest first; he looks far younger than the others...
Arachna curled through the surrounding reeds and undergrowth, half-covered in muck from her stealth marshland seclusion. Her eyes sparked with interest at the scene of the fight, noting that Regulus, Kill, and others had arrived. This could be interesting...starting outside of the packlands, working inwards so they have nowhere to flee... She drew herself from the tall cattails and began to prowl forth. Her attention was caught by the sudden appearence of Rose in the fray, piquing her interest. Looks like she's lost...well, then, I'll have to put her where she belongs...
Darius quickened his pace as he neared the Twilight Lake, the sound of splashed and caterwauls banging over and over in his eardrums. Santi? Vee? Amoret? His stride increased to a sprint as he aimed to break the treeline.
Strength was ebbing from her bones with each greedy lap the water took at her body. In a final struggle to free herself from the lake, she flung her weight into the bitter crisp air. She was a lupine catapult, suspended in flight and spiralling towards the shallows.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Sept 30, 2009 22:07:22 GMT -5
It was like a movie in real life. She'd never seen anything like it. The blood, the screeches of pain, the splashing, the way the water turned light red and dripped off of the wolves fur. It creeped Rose out.
But there was more than this that freaked her out. Shudders went up and down her spine. It was something she just knew instinctively, when someone was watching you. Rose didn't know where, but she felt it. Whether it was imagination or not, she wasn't going to stay.
Her paws made a break for it, and turned in the dirt with fear, and her breath became hard. Her rapid swivel around was sharp, quick, almost graceful. Like a ballerina. Her eyes went wide, mainly with terror, knowing that she wouldn't make it out in time... Yes, imagination was overwhelming her. She couldn't really sense this, or even know it, but after that feeling she wasn't going to risk everything by standing there, doing nothing. Time froze when she faced the other way, and by instinct she flicked her eyes all around, and out of the corner of her eye...
Her breath became faster, heart pounding. All of this was happening so fast! Her feet thudded loudly, making a run for it, but somehow she knew she wouldn't make it out in time.
It was then when she had only made three paces and tripped on a rock. It was all over for her. Slowly, Rose tried to get up.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Oct 1, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -5
Styx slowed down and quickly turned to run back. He wasn't expecting to be attacked, he thought the wolf would be distracted by the others. I barely know this guy, why did I even go to attack him? He glanced back, and decided to take a sharp turn towards the lake. He knew he was probably a best swimmer in all the area, and most likely this wolf didn't know how to hold their breathe under water properly. He leaped into the water, and swam down, eyes half closed from the water getting into them. He swam towards the center of the lake, knowing no wolf would follow him into water that deep.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 3, 2009 23:45:02 GMT -5
Sprays of frigid droplets splashed againt Regulus' rigid snarl. His eyes glinted furiously at the pest of a neophyte. Prowling to the glacial lap of the waters edge, he waited for his prey, patience wearing thin. "I'm not here to play hide and seek games with you, child," he spat, recovering his breath and lashing his tails at the lake's banks. "Come back here like a wolf or hide away like a fish; either way, you die."His claws kneaded the crumbling earth in tightly penned agitation. Need to kill...need to feel like flesh peel away...the life crumble...the soul die... Regulus took a threatening pawstep into the lake.
Santi thrust herself away from the grasp of the lake, lungs heaving as she tumbled, shivering violently, from the depths of the dark water. The world was blurred with water droplets pooling her eyes. She blinked them away in desperation, but exhaustion kept her there, dangling in limbo between the conscious and unconscious. Her mate burst upon the scene. Fleetingly, she uttered their daughter's name frantically under her breath, "Amoret, Darius. They have Amoret."
Amoret? Ice purged his blood stream. Darius hovered over Santi, ears angled towards a chest, monitering her faltering heartbeat. He was subconsciously aware of Vee, Fenrisulfr, and Fendrel writhing in the mass by the lakeside. His paws itched with adrenaline that screamed to join them against the ambush, but his heart was beating as fast as Santi's was slowing; I cannot leave her! He cast his eyes about to the grim surroundings, begging for a wolf to appear from the trees. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP US!"
So the girl had some sort of smarts in her; she did not stay long in the midst of the sudden battle. She had the intelligence to flee before the slavering demons of Blood Mist had noted her prescence and changed directions to attack her. But Rose did not understand the nature of this Blood Mist. Arachna was a breed of her own. Whereas the bloodlust of Regulus and others drew them automatically to its source, no matter the means, Arachna knew the art of patience. She had plently planned for her prey. Her prey would multiply; my prey will serve to bring more prey for the future, as well as fellow prey that would turn to capture more, and more... The lithe figure of the black snake slunk forward into the undergrowth, stalking Rose with her expert snare of a gaze. Little did the poor girl know, Arachna was hidden alongside her in the teeming boscage, silent and steady as nightfall. She was virtually invisible from her vantage point, poised to steal Rose away whenever time would become opportune.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Oct 4, 2009 16:38:59 GMT -5
Styx's ears quivered at the light vibration he felt. There were no fishes in sight, so he knew it couldn't be that. He swam to the surface and looked back. "Oh shiznit, he's following me." Though, he decided to stay in the center of the lake and just watch. Would the wolf really go this deep into the lake? And why did he want to kill him so badly when Styx never even met him before. "I'm such an idiot, should've just minded my own business. I told myself to leave this place forever. Did I, nope." He flipped back down into the water, swimming down until he accidently bumped the lake bottom. I'll stay down here until my breath runs up, no way this wolf is going to come after me.
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Post by Njack on Oct 7, 2009 0:47:28 GMT -5
Bite. Kill. Eat. Chickenpox.
Patch trudged onto the scene, dull brute that he may have been. His eyes scanned the premises, taking in little, but enough. Ripples in the water. Fascinating.
His paws carried him into the water, through the water, and Patch blinked as the water surged over him as his body went under the water. Center of the lake.
On the opposite side of the lake, Patch saw Regulus, taking a step into the water.
Wait. Wolf, near him, but not near him. A few yards, meters away perhaps. Not Blood Mist.
Patch paddled towards the wolf, nothing in his mind yet. Slow, but steady.
It would be... unpleasant if he thought of anything. That was for sure.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 8, 2009 7:32:58 GMT -5
No notice of Patch was taken by Regulus, still honing in on Styx with a the glinting gaze of a razor. Come on, little coward, his mine seethed, come out and play, we don't have all day now! He plodded steadily deeper into the water, the cold wet nearing his belly in no time. Styx grew steadily nearer, but the ground beneath his paws sheered off suddenly. Grunting idly to himself, his claws struggled with the sand and rocks underpaw, but they merely crumbled away at his grasp. Damnit! Resigned that he could not pursue Styx via water, he took a pawful of great steps backwards, his stony glare never leaving Styx's face. He memorized its coloring and contours, running over his plans with a sharpened blade in his mind. I'll get you, whelp, whether it be today or years from now. Before they put me in the hellhole again, you'll be a corpse beneath my claws! The thought foamed and bubbled to his mouth in the form of a black, curling snarl."Coward!"
Furious, his chest heaved; he was both vulnerable and empowered with his rage.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Oct 9, 2009 15:54:38 GMT -5
Styx had been circling the bottom of the lake and he couldn't help but smile when he saw his pursuer backing out of the lake. Although, the smile made water flood into his mouth and he quickly swam back up for air. He pricked his ears when he heard the snarl. I'm not a coward, I just don't want to die. He wondered if he should howl that out, just for the sake of it, but he decided it would pointless and probably get himself killed by another. It was curious, though, why the wolf wanted to kill him so badly when he didn't even know his name. Guess this'll teach me not to charge at the first wolf I see. Ah well, he was having fun being in the water and not being pursued, so he dove back now, watching the reflections of wolves as they moved about.
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