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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 4, 2010 0:46:01 GMT -5
Regulus reveled in his success, but prepared himself for Frost's coutnerattack. He braced himself, the muscles in his legs bunched and ready to handle the impact. His head snapped back slightly as she took him by surprise and rammed into his chest. More prepared for her strategy now, he was able to step quickly to the side as she aimed for his ribs. Not a good move, packwolf. I'm far too strong for you to use this type of attack! The small wound on his neck was still bleedind slightly, but Regulus was far from finished. As soon as he stepped to the side, he surged forward and rammed her side.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 4, 2010 0:51:14 GMT -5
If my mother could hang on long enough to kill Verlust, then I can kill this bastard, too.
Grunting as Hellfire’s weight crashed down upon his shoulders, Kar ducked forward in a roll before Hell’s fangs could seize his spine, aiming to throw the brute off as they tumbled forward. He gritted his fangs, diving into the dirt with his tail flipping over his face in a somersault.
Briefly, he wondered how Lance was holding up.
Dazed and winded, the senior Proeliator gritted his fangs and hauled himself to a stand. Lance blinked slowly, waiting for his vision to return to him. Remember what they did to Mystic. To your children. His fangs biting deep into his lip, Lance released a furious howl and tore after Kar and Hell, slashing out at the duo.
Macabre turned his head, noting the far smaller fae that approached him. Upon recognizing her form, he turned around to ignore her and search for some other opponent. Not again.
He didn’t respond much to claws raking across his shoulder. Rather, he shook himself, attempting to brush off the determined youth.
Milo hissed, a sharp intake of breath slowing the motions of his sprint. He noticed Arachna’s swerve, and jumped to avoid her assault on his limbs, but he had been moving too quickly. He landed badly, with a clumsy stumble and out of breath.
Come on, Milo. You’re still standing; keep going.
He turned about, the ivory and pale tips of his fur bristling. He raised a paw to counter in case she decided to lunge again, but he had been slow to recover.
Euphrates exhaled deeply, Assyria’s intentions suddenly growing terrifying clear.
It was always going to come down to this sort of thing… but, dear Verlust, why does it have to be like this?
He turned but did not shift. Digging his heels into the ground, he allowed Assyria to ram into his shoulder, the skin of his side impaled with lethal claws. The gloss of tears nearly overwhelming his vision, he whirled his head about to dig his fangs into her neck while he had her close.
Very few whispers of breath passed from her maw, and yet Shiver was writhing with things she wanted to say. No, not say—to shout, to yell, to scream to the heavens. But looking about, strangled with memories and revelations, of past, present, and future... all she found was a measly Siverian lying at her paws. “Where the fuck is our god?” she snarled lowly.
She fell upon Kippy, fangs lusting for the warmth of flesh. Hoping to appease the hunger that yearned in her chest. And knowing, still, that it could not be fulfilled.
“But… you betrayed us! Your family loved you, Aurora! You can’t be…”
Ruka stared blankly, somewhat horrified at the figure his sister had become.
“You fell in love, but you betrayed your past! How can you live with that??”
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Post by Njack on Jul 4, 2010 0:51:42 GMT -5
Patch growled as Burn took him down, his heavy frame thudding to the ground. But of course, it was just a ram, and his opponent was down as well. Didn't even draw blood.
He snarled, and slashed at Burn's side with a wickedly sharp claw.
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Ene raised her eyebrows as a pack wolf broke from the rest and charged at her, only to be taken down by one of her Blood Mist packmates.
She growled back, ready to attack if Shiver didn't finish him off.
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"Come on, don't you have the guts to fight me?" Nectar fell to the ground as Macabre shook her off, but soon got back up again. She scrabbled at the back of Macabre's pelt, clawing as viciously as she could at his back and neck.
It was like... a furry necklace. Maybe.
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Blink grinned as the carnage evolved around her. And yet, she did not move.
Oh, we'll see how this turns out.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 4, 2010 0:52:33 GMT -5
This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
Okay. Enough of the evasive tactics. She had been thrown to the ground, but leaped up quickly. She surged forward, and did the same thing again. Only, instead of ramming into his ribs she brought herself up quickly, knocking him onto his hind legs. She growled slightly, and jumped grabbing his maw in her mouth and shoving his head face first into the terra as hard as she could. While his head was down, she swung around knocking him to the side. She scratched at his face, hoping to gorge an eye out. ~~~ As they flipped head first, and tail next. He flipped once more so he was on top, and shoved his paw down hard on Kur's wind pipe. Attempting to break his neck. As Lance hurled himself toward the duo, Hellfire kicked out with his hind leg, catching the old wolf by the jaw and throwing him back. He snarled, ripping at Kur's face. ~~~ BurnNote ignored the burning sensation in her side, and bit down on Patch's neck. Hard. Her claws clawed at his sides, and chest, gorging themselves within his flesh. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
Time to go to war
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 4, 2010 1:07:39 GMT -5
(mild powerplay Burn;; I know it's hard and there's a lotta gray area, but the key is to "attempt" to do these things and then you could say what would happen after ^^ ) Carolina charged at Ene while she was preocuppied with watching Kippy get mauled.  Kippy didn't have a chance to lifet himself from the earth; Shiver came on him and there was nothing left to do but close his eyes and pray for it to be quick. Arachna circled Milo with narrowed eyes. She moved like a spider, coiled tight and ready to spring, and eyes blinking with venom. She eyed the defensive paw critically. " What is that for? Scared, little puppy?"Why? Why couldn't life be simply how it used to be, where family was family and that was that. There weren't different types of love or family, only one kind. It used to be so easy, so simple, so right. Now, everything was shaded gray to between right and wrong. Wolves would always claim the extremes -- the goods and the evils. And yet, no wolf could truly ever find their extreme; always, they were trapped in endless gray haze. It took a few moments before she realized she was shaking with horrid sobs. She did nothing to stop her brother from going in for the kill. Frost managed to get him on his toes, but when she lunged for his face, he snapped back with overzealous ferocity, hoping to connect with her face. |
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 4, 2010 1:12:12 GMT -5
((Shit. I knew it. Okay, let me try this. I find that I'm not aggressive enough so I was trying it out. Hold on.)) This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
Frost reeled back as he lunged for her face, her jowls opening as well. She managed to lock jaws with him, and now they were both on hind legs. This wasn't good. She snarled as they were both still locked in a battle. You know, when a dog fights and they on their hind legs? That's pretty much what was going on. She jumped forward, hoping to knock him off balance so she could rip away and try for his throat again. ((Better?)) This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 4, 2010 1:20:33 GMT -5
( Much! Good job ;D )
This is bad.
His balance was faulty on his hindlegs; Regulus was strong, but it was difficult for anyone to remain balanced in such an unnatural pose. He bit down harshly on Frost's jaw in an attempt to wound her, but this diverted his focus and a moment later, he was struggling to keep his position. Too late; whatever damage he had cause Frost had cost him his balance. Suddenly, she was on him and his soft underbelly was exposed and vulnerable. He was winded and took paused, but she was already lunging for his throat. He bunched his hindlegs and kicked out at her underbelly as she lunged at him in an attempt to knock her of course. His fangs were bared and ready to meet hers should his attempt fail.
Snare whirled to meet Kunai, eyes gleaming with bloodlust as he came at her.
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Post by nighty! on Jul 4, 2010 1:22:12 GMT -5
IGNORANCE! [/color] IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND![/center][/font][/color] I smiled, "I wouldn't call it, betraying I would call it, me being nieve as a little cute neophyte, what can you say? I didn't know what I was doing at the time," I had to pause for a second. "Of course, our family lo- DO NOT CALL ME AURORA!" I snarled and jumped at him. "I am not Aurora anymore Ruka, I am Ignorance now, you're going to have to steal me and brainwash me for me to ask for forgiveness. And I don't have to for me living up to that."
[/size][/color] LYRICS! [/color] paramore ;; IGNORANCE![/right][/font][/color] Kunai attacked. |
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 4, 2010 1:25:41 GMT -5
((Yes!)) This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
He had knocked the air out of her with his kicking limbs, but she didn't stop for her destination. His claws grazed his underbelly, threatening to gorge themselves into his skin. Her jowls were inches from his neck now, but she had to bring her head up quickly to meet his maw with hers. Her teeth clashed with his, and she attempted to toss his head away to get to the soft underside of his throat. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 4, 2010 1:26:12 GMT -5
Lance barely had time to shift before the hind leg shot out at his maw. He swerved, evading the worst of the blow but stumbling back and completely missing his target. Sliding to a halt, Lance came around the side, growling steadily as he noticed blood spraying from Hellfire’s jowls. Kar! Lance dived again, aiming for the flank.
Kar, meanwhile, suddenly found himself pinned. Desperate, he continuously attempted to roll onto his side, reaching to bite at Hellfire’s maw every time the brute leaned down to maul his visage.
Dark blood streaked from the side of his face, but his eyes were bright with fighting vigor.
Kar, you’re the son of Siveria and Arroyo. Grandson of Siveria Nightshade. You can’t die here. You won’t.
Red fled down the hairs of his neck, Macabre narrowing his eyes at the tiny bundle that had flung herself onto his person. And, it would seem, attached herself to him as well. With a grunt, Macabre wondered if she would fall for a similar tactic as the previous battle. Then, deciding to wait, he ducked into a charge, aiming his dash toward the nearest tree.
He turned as he approached the target, aiming to smash the clinging fae between his shoulder and the towering fir.
“Scared?” Milo laughed. “I’m the Sheeran Beta. What’s there to be scared of? I’m just preparing myself for a dog in need of being put down.” His eyes glowed, ready for challenge. “No… not a dog. More like a rat.”
He feigned a start, slipping closer toward his opponent. Then, after several seconds of suspended expectation, Milo dashed forth with frenzied claws.
Blood. Rich on her maw, but there was no release. Nothing but a bleak moment of thrill, the barely substantial moment of adrenaline that accompanied warfare.
Shiver sank her grip deeper into her target’s neck.
Nothing.
Euphrates clung to his grasp, his fangs locking in their hold. Just a little deeper. Swish out, pull down in the withdrawal for added trauma. At the withdrawal, hit the jugular, ensuring massive impact. She wouldn’t have a chance.
But almost as soon as he realized that Assyria was not moving her claws deeper into his skin, Euphrates stared forward, unable to tighten his grip and finish the job. His vision blurred, the incomprehensible shades of colors and shapes of wolves blurring into a singular form.
Tears?
Fireflight… think of… think…
He lessened his grasp, tears slipping silently from his sockets. “…Assyria…” He pulled away, without the violent twist and stab and the fatal blow. He eased his torso away from the claws that pinned him down, and slowly stumbled in another direction. Any direction.
Picking up his pace, Euphrates began to flee the battle.
I can’t do this…
Ruka stared up, unable to comprehend what was happening even after Ignorance explained the situation. It was horrible—no, he didn’t want to comprehend it.
As she came upon him, though, he immediately replied with instinctively lifting his claws and aiming a blow at her chest.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 4, 2010 1:30:06 GMT -5
This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
Hellfire suddenly felt Lance ram into his flank, throwing both himself, and Lance off of Kar. They were rolling now, and Hellfire found himself on bottom. Oh crud. Hellfire jerked his head up suddenly, his jowls snapping shut, hoping he hit his destination: The jugular vein. His claws ripped desperately at his underside, attempting to get the baron off him. No! He wouldn't fall here. He would slaughter both of them. He knew he could. A snarl ripped through his chest as he thrust his maw up again, hoping to hit Lance in the jaw, therefore thrusting his head back and leaving his throat exposed for Hellfire's ivories to sink into, and rip the jugular vein right out of his body. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
Time to go to war
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 4, 2010 1:35:31 GMT -5
This ends now!She grazed his underbelly with her claws, but Regulus had had enough. He snapped back at her fiercely with his fangs. With his powerful hindlegs, he kicked forcefully up at her stomach once more and rolled, trying to get out of the vulnerable position and draw quickly into a stand. Assyria crumpled as her brother backed away. She was not dead or dying, but unconsciousness hovered over her like a haze. She dipped gratefully into the blackness. Arachna mimicked Milo's feint and giggled darkly. She waited, and slammed forward to meet him with mirrored, frenzied claws. "You're just a puppet on a lofty string with a fake title!"Kippy died. 
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 4, 2010 1:42:08 GMT -5
This is a call to arms, gather soldiers
Time to go to war
Frost yipped loudly as his fangs connected with her face, and a large agonizing gash was from the top of her eyebrow down the side of her face. Blood poured down, and she stumbled away, and she pulled away. "You f***ing bastard!" She growled loudly, her voice cutting through all the growling, and screaming and cries of agony. She lashed forward in blind fury, snapping, and scratching at what ever she could. Attempting to catch something vital. To finish him off. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters
Time to go to war
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Post by nighty! on Jul 4, 2010 2:00:46 GMT -5
IGNORANCE! [/color] IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND![/center][/font][/color] I yelped when Ruka decided to fight back with his claws against her lower chest. I rolled over and got up back again. "Heh, can't accept the truth eh? Oh well, you cannot change the past," I said with a laugh.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jul 4, 2010 2:03:42 GMT -5
Kar coughed, choking on the blood that suddenly stained his face. Staring around wildly, almost appearing as if most of his face had been wrenched off—in fact, most of it had—Kar attempted to blink the red from his eyes. But he couldn’t see.
Lance, however, could see just fine. He managed to divert Hellfire’s attention from Kar, but was not in the best position. He managed to pin the large Blood Mist down, but the male was powerful. And Lance was old. Too old.
Reaching down, he hissed, “You bastards stole my family from me.” He attempted to fasten his fangs around the brute—anything to possibly deter the male from returning to the battlefield, if not slaying him—but fangs simultaneously met their target.
Lance choked, incisors piercing first his mane, then his skin, and deep into his upper chest. Razors slit repeatedly against the underside of his belly, battering him with a sadistic repetitiveness.
Please, just one… just one of these bastards…
He clung to the hope of wounding Hell enough to keep him from battle, but was growing weaker by the second.
Milo pulled back, the sting of claws grazing his shoulder with a whistle of air and blood. He restrained a wince, and lunged forth again to match her calculating strike. “Puppets, are we? And who’s holding the strings?”
Ruka snarled deeply, suddenly infuriated. “But I can change the present!” He rushed at her, forelimbs and claws extended. “AND THE FUTURE!”
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