BURNING.DOWN.NEVERLAND [ !Battle! ]

[nighty!]

IGNORANCE!

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IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND![/center][/font][/color]

Damnit! I thought to myself. I thought that the dead wolf would figure out that I wanted to kill the wolf I was trying to get him onward to my side, or at least my good side. Wait! Where's my bad side? I took another strike from the dead wolf and then the other wolf went for the dead one. I looked at my chest area, there was blood and marks. I guess it could have been worse. Didn't the wolf got the dead guy's appendix or something? It looked like it. I was now on the ground, laying on my side, breathing softly. "I guess bad place at the bad time to talk to the Devil," she muttered to herself.

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I THINK WE HAVE AN !
EMERGENCY!

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Pernille was hunting when she heard the battle howl. Her ears pulled up, then dropped her snow rabbit, and ran toward the howl, and the many familiar scents. Damn, they're back. I hope Bain is ready. It took her a couple of minutes to reach to the battle. There were a lot of them and saw Flisk. "FLISK!!!" She ran toward him but she was wouldn't have made it. It seemed to her that he was going for Bain.

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LYRICS!

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paramore ;; IGNORANCE & EMERGENCY![/right][/font][/color]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Don’t you think for one day that you can kill me
I’m not a pawn
I am the king

Seeming to have met his mark on the fae, Macabre swerved his focus onto the Yozoran male. Unfortunately, with his gargantuan bulk, Macabre was a difficult target to miss—the enemy soldier torpedoed straight into his gut, the forceful weight driving him off center. Macabre narrowed his eyes, dazed for a brief moment before falling forward. In Ligua’s direction.

The flow of the momement was serene. Bain watched, schooling his traces of sanity into silence, as Regulus accepted the invitation. He was prepared to receive, to experience whatever came—until the flow was disrupted. Bain snapped his eyes upward, a blur of movement catching his gaze.
You. Flisk.
Rearing back a little, Bain suddenly rose higher on his hind legs and lifted his forepaws, swiveling his gaze to observe the incoming opponent. He slackened his jaws, digging his heels into the earth and preparing to intercept them both.
Maybe I’ll die here. What a shame.

I’m not going down, I’m not going down
I AM THE KING
I’m not going down—so you better think again!

[Njack]

(Hm, odd sense of Deja Vu about the whole squishy wolf thing.)

What the carp OOOF

Ligua squirmed under the mass of Macabre. Man, this is not a Ligua pancake session!... He wiggled to the left, attempting to escape the bulk of wolf that was basically lying on him. Or sitting on him, he couldn't tell. It was a bit dark, after all.

In what was perhaps not the wisest move of the century, Ligua tilted his paw upwards and plunged a claw into Macabre's... what is that thing? Do I even want to know? Rear end, maybe. It was just a lot of fur from where Ligua could see.

...Yeah, maybe not the best move - he might sqush me more. Or he could jump up, which would be good, but...

[Sivoncé™]

( xD I'm having an rp flashback to the days where stuff like the following occurred in battles cause I'm tired and I'm finding the humor in a morbid thread )

Regulus gnawed at the juicy, tender fresh of the alpha's throat. He growled with pleasure as he pinched at it with his incisors. SnapSnap. CrunchCrunch. (ew!)

They were close, Sylvana was certain. She knew they had to be in pack territory at least. She didn't remember the terra much, but they had already passed through that hateful, bloody clearing where she'd seen Saskia's death. Alongside of her was Risika, looking onward with a focused gaze. Sylvana still hadn't figured out what the she-wolf wanted out of this. She doesn't care about my daughter, nor much about me and Zeffen. She does want revenge on Blood Mist, though. Fair enough, I guess. She was suddenly running, a fresh, dense wave of wolf scent cloying in her nostrils. Whether it was the Yozorans, she couldn't say, but the scent she did recognize sent fire running through her veins. The Hellfirians are here, in pack terra! Yozorans or not, if we're going to unite with them, it's all or nothing! She yowled fiercely and plunged towards a clearing up ahead.

[nighty!]

IGNORANCE!

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IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND![/center][/font][/color]

The thought if I should help the big lump of fur by sitting on him and maybe crushing the wolf who is in that one pack or if I should get the big lump of fur off of the packwolf. I looked at the two wolves. Maybe I should just leave. Take a bath, that would be nice. Get the blood off of me but I'm use to it though. The blood on my paws and chest. It's nothing new to me. Killing is my friend. I slowly got up, it seemed like I stumbled a bit but made it, then my legs got shaky. Uncontrollably, they wobbled toward the undead wolf and I bumped into him, my muzzle meant his but this time it wasn't my fault, I meant a lot of guys and I don't even like this guy. My eyes glared at him and I snarled.

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LYRICS!

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paramore ;; IGNORANCE![/right][/font][/color]

[Sivoncé™]

(Let's see...who else can I throw in here?)

SO WE SING A LULLABY
for the lonely hearts tonight[/i]

His blood was ice. Or maybe he was drained, just a hollow corpse, petrified into staring at his ruined family for eternity. Crow's mouth opened and closed once, twice, a third time, before he gave up shouting altogether. He wanted nothing more than to pull away from the scene, his mind was fouled and horrified of it. But he couldn't look away.
His heart gave way under pressure.
The paws thundered too loud on the ground; knives ripped through his ears; suddenly, his vision creased into black canyons. Only now did he give way.
"GOD KILL ME! KILL ME!"
His face collided with the snow. Flailing like a fish out of water, his body convulsed, back and forth like a rabid pendulum, up and down, cracking against rocks; his spinal chord snapped with a shivering finality against the adamantine wall of the alpha den. Blood fell from his shoulder and trickled down his chest in a jagged smear of red. His heart beat faster, faster, faster. Friction swapned between the rogue beating and his ribcage.
"FIRE! I'M ON FIRE!"
Why won't they put it out? Or kill me...why won't the bloody bastards just kill me?

Trianna blinked away thr curtain of tears -- someone was screaming...someone she knew...someone she still cared about.
"SLIP! I NEED A HEALER! SLIP!"
She was at her father's side in an instance. Eyes rolled back into their sockets, Crow's half-dead form was wracked with a violent seizure.
"NO! Daddy NO! DON'T DIE DADDY, DON'T DIE I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE DON'T LEAVE ME!" She threw back her head and howled to the heavens as her insides spiralled up in combustion.

Neveria didn't know them. She didn't know the wolf who gaped at her and then fell to his death, nor did she really remember the girl who ran, screeching with hurt, to his side as he began to pass. They all seemed translucent to her, these packwolves, as if they belonged to some other world. And in truth, they did. They all did. None of them would ever be her friends...none of them would ever be her family...never again. She'd passed from their world into this new world...this world of fight and kill. It was a world she navigated brilliantly. With a snarl of satisfaction she caught site of another wolf appearing in the clearing, unopposed. With a coil of her hindlegs she launchedherself at Pernille.

LET IT SET YOUR HEART ON FIRE
let it take you in

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[featherswift]

The fae had moved, his attack no use. He growled as she spoke. Such a cocky wolf had to be easy to kill, right, wrong! If anything this wolf was more crazy than cocky which meant harder to kill for him. All around the pair a huge battle was going on and what was he doing? This was his first fight and he still wasn't finished. The fae was determined to not get a scratch while killing him, but if anything he was going to make sure that she left with more than just scratches.

Jolon turned, his tail up and teeth showing. "Fight you stupid fae. Enough with these fanatics! I may be a toy for you to play with, but I'm not a patient one," he growled angerly with annoyance.

[Sivoncé™]

(I need someone to react to Tria even if they are not directly involved please Sorry to anyone else I needa respond to, I only have time for a partial post right now...so I'll post more for other people to go off of in my next post. )

Ice crawled over her shoulders as the torrents rippling through her father's body stilled to a sudden halt. Chilling finality settled in the body. The foam from his mouth had halted its fresh suppliance. All she could do was stare. Stare in silence and do nothing else.
Trianna couldn't even die. With the red haze of carnage around her, the scent of blood swirling in her nostrils, her mind became desensitized. Violence draped its ugly wings over the pack that called themselves Yozoran, after a femme named Yozora from across the mountainlands. Yozora had led their family members once upon a time. Her family members.
Yozora had died unable to defend herself out of the sheer shell shock and agony of the battle that took place before the Mirror Lake on the day of the crimson night.
Tears ran down her face like inky smears. She gently rested her ears against her father's frail, grayed chest.
Crow's daughter witnessed his very last heartbeat.

The cavern of her chest was vibrating with some deep, unwanted thruming that was as persistant as it was blaring; like a siren, Trianna's heartbeat sounded in her ears. All at once, the cruel truth of it all settled directly in front of her. There was no guiding light in this clearing of strangers. There was no affection of brethren within these greenery walls. She felt nothing for them, nothing at all, except for two that remained, still innoccent, within the hateful throng of beasts she didn't know and had never known at all. Autumn, Kasparr -- their eyes with swimming with a grief that helped Tria put a frame around what terror was happening on her insides.
Their wails were her wails.
Their pain was her pain.
Their hearts were her heart.
Their wounds were her wounds.
Autumn sobbed something scarcely audible from her contorted lips.
"T-This....is no pack. This is a monster!"
...and then their words were Tria's words also.
"We'll go away," Trianna growled wildly in a hard, forceful voice. "Our time here is ended! This pack has ended! I want to leave!"
"Together," Kasparr hissed vehemently. "We must leave together."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((Njack—I think Macabre figures “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” x3))

Tonight’s defense stands at the gate
It’s your move now
I sit and wait

Blood and war. The scent was suffocating, but served as their only welcome as the three rogues entered Yozoran ground. Zeffen swayed his skull to the sky, ears drawing back as he contemplated the battle ahead. The Hellfirians are here? But, that means that Sylvana could be in danger… He cast a quick glance at his mate, willing her to stumble or fall—to ultimately abandon this mission and run and hide.
But that is not in our nature. Affiliation or no, we share warrior blood.
Scowling deeply, Zeffen plunged after his companions and entered the fray.

Creasing his brow, Macabre raised his tail, narrowing his eyes as the fae contacted his person. It was nothing more than a brush, but soon the femme released a threatening snarl. But, more worryingly, a sharp burn scorched his underside. Growling a bit, Macabre shifted, easing some of the weight, but mindful of Ignorance more than Ligua. He flashed his fangs at Ignorance, feigning a swipe as his attention deviated from the male. Funny, she doesn’t smell like a Yozoran…

Oh, extravagant agony, do what must and should be done, and fell me by your crimson rapier. Now, when my mission is not yet reality…
On pure instinctual impulse, Bain turned his head slightly, not bothering to shake the opposing brute from his shoulders—though he could hear the faint grinding of fangs at work—and opting to take advantage of the situation. With Regulus so near, Bain twisted his neck, aiming to sink his own fangs into Regulus’ neck (or some nearby area) in response.
And yet, the show must go on.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“…you responded marvelously.”[/glow]
Monotone words slipping from his tongue, he attempted to seize hold of his opponent’s flesh. His throat was violently mangled, and his voice quickly faded. Deep maroon rivulets drained from the wound, and Bain felt weightless.

Shade shifted, his opponent having abandoned their duel. He exploited this moment, breathing deeply from the rush of power, and nearly lightheaded as the adrenaline cushion collapsed beneath his paws.
He turned his head at the sound of wails, numb with the sensation. Three wolves, mourning the loss of Crow. How did Crow die? Shade wasn’t a witness, but a shred of sympathy scored across his chest.
Or was it blood?
They… they can’t be right… there is no monster in unity… right?
All the same, doubts swarmed through his veins. His true loyalties? Yozoran, or Annelise? Pack, or love? But what if there is no pack anymore?
Lowering his head, Shade padded toward the grieving trio, but halted as he grew nearer. They would leave together, sure, but him? What did he have to do with them.
In the midst of his inner qualms, Kill knocked him onto his side, gleefully ripping at his torso.

I’m not going down, I’m not going down
I SIT AND WAIT
I’m not going down—so you better think again!

[Sivoncé™]

Snare chortled softly, and her voice turned feathery -- she scolded him like a mother would a pup."If you think I'm playing games foolish idiot, you're wrong. I'm playing with death! Ahahaha -- isn't it lovely? I've resurrected myself, and you're about to be dead, dead, dead for good! Oh, karma does have a nice way of slitting your enemies' throats! Now then, let's get the job done and go home!" In a lightning motion, Snare lurched forward and ripped across Jolon's shoulder. Just as swiftly, she jerked away, winking playfully at her victim. "My mother taught me that it's good to play with my food!"

Sylvana halted for a moment at the edges of the clearing. A step further would be the defining moment. it wasn't supposed to happen like this; if they had come, just the three of them, to speak with the pack peacefully, perhaps they would have listened. Better yet, Blood Mist would stay delightfully in the dark of their choices until they could at least locate their possible grandchildren. Now, the situation was turned; do or die, fight or flight. The enemy of my enemy is my friend....we must fight them, or they will slaughter whatever family we have left. A flash of fur blurred past her vision -- Risika had already taken the plunge. With a deep breath, the Hellfirian Sylvana entered the clearing.
The first thing she saw was Kill bowling over a dazed, grief-stricken Yozoran. With a wicked grin, Sylvana tossed up a suddenly eager battle howl.
She bounded up from behind the Blood Mist wolf and leaped onto the she-wolfs back. With her fangs next to Kill's ear, she snarled coldly, "When the radicals loose control of their terror, the revolution eats its own!" She sunk her fangs into her former packmate's back, hoping to unhinge the spine.

Risika prowled around the clearing, trying to pick the most satisfying revenge attainable. (Any takers? )

The three of them were silent then. They got up in unison and dragged the body of their father into the alpha den, not wanting to be seen, not wanting to fight. In the darkness, they pressed themselves against his body, though the warmth was gone from his corpse. This wasn't their father anymore. He's gone, Autumn realized. A cold, hard stone weighed down in her gut. Kasparr shivered next to her.
Trianna was desensitized; Kasparr was wary; Autumn was horrified; but now, the three of them all felt a sense of emotional exhaustion. Now, though they shared their grief, each was in silent reflection and introspection. Inside of her own mind, Autumn mourned. I wonder if we'll do it...if we mean it...if we'll leave. Autumn pictured what her life would be like if she stayed....and then she mourned the loss of her dreams -- what she had expected her life to be.
Autumn detested violence. Her mind was innoccent, or it had been. out of all of her siblings, she was perhaps the most cool-headed. I would've been an herb healer neophyte....I would've helped people....stitched things back together. What can I piece together here when the pieces aren't only torn apart, their cast into the wind and blown away into mist...Tria's....right. There's nothing left for me here....

[Njack]

Ligua suddenly laughed. He didn't know why, he just did. And then he started stabbing his claws all over Macabre's... Let's just not go there. Just imagine sitting on a few dozen knives.

"Get off me," he growled, more to himself than anyone else. He doubted Macabre could hear him from all the way below the mass of his fur. Macabre's fur, not the fur coat that I did not purchase last Thursday.

No, seriously.

[Sivoncé™]

Regulus caught Flisk's leap out of the corner of his eye. Save the theatrics for later, kid! With a roaring snarl, he rammed forward, aiming to knock Bain off balance. "If you're so keen on death, then why'd you decide to lead this band, eh? They're slaves of life, they don't know how to use it!"


((Flisk and Tria make me think of Padme and Anakin from Star Wars =P))
Flisk.
It was impossibly agonizing, watching him leap across the clearing. He didn't understand quite yet. She couldn't expect him to. She remembered the days they'd first met, when she'd shunned him away and cursed him. I didn't realize it then, how lucky I was. I didn't realize I had absolutely everything there way to have. Killing will do nothing to save any of us. It'll only drive the blade in deeper.
"We should go now, while they're still fighting," Kasparr woofed numbly.
"It'll be less noticable. They'll be less likely to follow us," Autumn agreed.
"Neveria...." Tria mumbled weakly.
"She's dead, Tria," Kasparr barked coldly.
Flisk. Don't do this...come back to the light!
Kasparr and Autumn were already turning to leave. Their father was long gone from his empty shell of a body; a proper burial wouldn't happen with the carnage that surrounded them. And what's more, the Hellfirians are winning.
But I want to say goodbye, at least. He needs to know the truth.
But there wouldn't be any goodbye. Trianna knew Flisk may very well never know the truth.
"I love you, Flisk," she snarled fiercely under her breath. She tore her tear-laden eyes away from him and plunged into the unknown that awaited her.
(( "Anakin, you're breaking my heart, ahhhh!" xD ))

Sylvana continued to tear at Kill. =P

Dismay struck down Risika's adrenaline. She watched three Yozorans flee from the scene. No...no, they're losing! They can't lose, damnit!

((Ironically, the three that happened to flee were Saskia's kin ))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((why does Star Wars always end up worming its way into these threads? xD ))

You make me
You break me
You build me up to tear me down

A fragment of time seem to evaporate from memory. At one moment, serrated edges chiseled at his spine, grinding his flesh with a sadistic diligence. Then, all at once, he was released from his entanglement, and a freight train slammed into his form.
What happened in between?
It no longer matters.
A serpentine grin slithered onto his maw, scarlet seeping from between his frontal incisors. The earth shifted under his claws, sliding with his hind legs as Regulus’ weight forced him back. He did not fall. [glow=maroon,2,300]“Ha, ha—you cannot be serious? You, certainly, are more a slave to the living as I, deceased though you may be. Tell me, sir, what are you doing with your newfound health? Maiming wolves? Enjoying the wholesale demolition of life? Are you so blindly aimless that this is your level of enjoyment? I do not wish for death, but cannot disregard the chance to taste your motivation… your vigor…”[/glow]
He laughed, an inky blot of blood rising from his lungs and spouting from his slackened jaws.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“…your blood.”[/glow]

The Twilight Realm. Considered the promised land of the heavens, the entrance and sanctuary for all “morally appropriate” wolves. A center for endless tranquility and…
Screw that; this is paradise.
The maniacal harpy descended upon her prey, enthralled with the bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter. The point of contact—probably the spine, though her vision was far too skewed with adrenaline to be positive—submitted under her weight. There was a satisfying rip, the spray of red tide, and the astonished, subconscious yelp of her victim. Tussle, yes, but what did she care? What did she have to gain by playing by the rules?
What rules?
At the thought, a blow to her flank caught her off guard. Kill whirled about, enthusiasm dissolving into an awkward mixing pot of surprise and annoyance.
“Sylvana…?”
Not much else came to mind; fangs met flesh, and the fray boiled over.

Why am I? Why am I?
Why am I yours but you’re not mine?
Just let me go…

[Sivoncé™]

Risika whirled around, a new fury boiling in her veins. We came in to help them, and they run away with their tails between their legs! Huh! Pretty soon there'll be nothing left to save at all... Her eyes locked on the image of Sylvana and Kill tumbling in a flurry of fangs and claws. She cursed darkly under her breath. Well, even if I hadn't joined up with this gang, I'd still be a Blood Mist enemy anyway...might as well get a bite at them while I can. Decisively, she ran towards the battling wolves and launched herself at Kill's back with outstretched claws. "GRARRR!"

What in Hell's name...?
Few things, in either the realm of the deceased or the realm of the living, had ever exuberated such disturbing power. For eons, Blood Mist had been the epitmy of fear and darkness. They were the wraiths, the shades, and the shadows. Something trembled inside of his bones. There is something very deep and twisted here...
Regulus blinked at the wolf in disbeleif. He was the Yozoran leader -- a nominated champion of the packs to do battle against the evil that was Blood Mist. While he should have radiated the pathetic ideals of goodness that posioned the pack mind, he did the very opposite. Regulus took a hasty step backwards as he looked into the lusting eyes of the wolf, a wolf who couldn't have been meant for anything but the kill. Flickers of taking Death to his first murder in the Yozoran woodlands flashed through his mind. His fury was a tame storm compared to what is standing in front of me...
Regulus snarled in a dark whisper, "So we have a pretender on our hands! Any Blood Mist here would be able to tell you're no pack wolf!"

[featherswift]

Snare chortled softly, and her voice turned feathery -- she scolded him like a mother would a pup."If you think I'm playing games foolish idiot, you're wrong. I'm playing with death! Ahahaha -- isn't it lovely? I've resurrected myself, and you're about to be dead, dead, dead for good! Oh, karma does have a nice way of slitting your enemies' throats! Now then, let's get the job done and go home!" In a lightning motion, Snare lurched forward and ripped across Jolon's shoulder. Just as swiftly, she jerked away, winking playfully at her victim. "My mother taught me that it's good to play with my food!"

Jolon stared at Snare in disgust as she said she was playing with death. Before he could even act, she ripped across his shoulder. "GAAH!"
He snapped at her, but she was gone. His body whipped around and he saw her wink. She's only trying to get me in a beserk. Stay calm, and fight like you learned, he thought.

Putting his feet apart, in full attack mode, he barely winced as his foot went down and blood began to ooze out of it.

"Heh, its going to take a lot more 'playing' before you're through with me, you stupid fae!"

Amber eyes stared into her cold ones. "So, you really are back from the dead, at least believe it? Well your in for a shock of the afterlife!"

His haunches lifted him up and he began to run quickly towards the fae, he feinted right, left, down, up, and finally struck the back of her back legs with enormous force. Jolon then readied himself for her fall.