+{MONSTER}++BATTLE+

[grimmy]

Entering a battle of her lifetime, Polychrome shivered with complete fear. (come down, remember what father taught you, he taught you how to jump, fight, bite, and all necessities of fighting) but as Polychrome thought, she kept remembering his she was fighting against her own tribe. Seeing some dark wolfs in the distance, she grinned in defense, and felt all the coldness around her disperse. Crouching down, she could feel the hairs on her spine spike up. The wolves kept getting closer, and soon she could here their panting and howling. They seemed mad to her, crazy. As they ran next closer, she leaps up in the air and accomplished her action. Landing on a dark black wolf, she dug her teeth on his thick neck. Tasting his blood, Polychrome spat out the access internal fluids and coughed gruel. The wolf spun around and hit her against a nearby tree.
"Get off me you savage dirty-" the male called out. But Polychrome kept her infernal bite in him. The other wolves jumped on her. Leaping away, she landed in the snow and jumped to her paws.
"You don't belong here, you dogs." She breathed out deeply.
"Who is to say, she wolf?" One of the other savage looking wolves asked, panting back and forth. Polychrome didn't respond, trying to figure out a way to run away from these dogs.
"I say the she wolf should die...kill her." The wolf said. Like a flash, the rest of the wolves jumped on her and bit her everywhere, scaring her body. Screaming in terror, Polychrome ran into nearby trees, and rammed into walls of rock. Flinging a ditch, she landed into it, and got a hold of a random Wolfe.
"You will die!Leave me!!!" She clawed his neck until blood oozed out.
"F-fine!L-l-let go of me!" Polychrome did so, panting. Watching the other wolves run out of the ditch, one of them looked back.
"You Will be sorry, just wait until we kill the rest of your pack." He narrowed his eyes "your lucky we didn't tear you to shreds." And he dodged away, with the other wolves, their howls slowly trailing away. Polychrome sighed and fell on the ground to rest.

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[Sivoncé™]

Kaylee caught sight of a flash of fur out of the corner of her eye. She whirled around and saw Polychrome swarmed with Blood Mist. Overwhlemed, the warrior was forced into a retreat. Luckily, the Blood Mists left her alone after that, but the warrior was probably hurt. Kaylee slunk into the brush and dashed to where she saw her packmate disappear. "Polychrome? Are you alright? Do you need a healer?"She padded over to the femme, worry in her eyes. This battle is going to prove tougher than we thought. Blood Mist isn't gonna take to kindly to us intervening.

[grimmy]

Coughing sickly, Polychrome urged herself to get up, suddenly a striking pain darted in her legs. Shouting in pain, ShE tumbled over like a sack of bricks. Not far from cursing under her breath, Polychrome remembered her childhood with the Blood mist. Running in the snow, howling with her brothers and sisters like the little pup she was. And having her own pretend fights and mock hunting. Chuckling, she remembered the snuggling with her mother in the dark nights of winter, close to her black fur. Then a memory of her father reared in. His yellowish face, and dark black eyes-Polychrome gasped, she hated him. But yet, she had a longing for his love. "My, p-poor Cratel." She gasped out remembering her brothers name. The one who was killed, but him. Her father. Hearing another wolf's cry, she looked up, seeing one running down. (Ohno.) Polychrome thought. (not again) trying to get up for a last fight, Polychrome yet couldn't muster her strength. (Just take it like a warrior, with honor.) However, the wolf wasn't hostile, she was walked slower to-wards Polychrome.
"Polychrome, are you all right? Do you need a healer?" She asked Polychrome. Polychrome swallowed the remaining blood in her throat.
"Y-yes." She stuttered out. Still chuckling however, "Funny, though. I didn't even make it through a few stupid males." Helped up, Polychrome knew she was in good hands.

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[.Rabid Lycan.]

Thunderclaps, each echoing boom restarting the erratic pump of their hearts. It was more than blood heating his ears—it was the rage, the adrenaline, the electric charge of excitement in his veins. Wartime was upon him, jaws swinging ajar in preparation for the bath ahead. Meanwhile, sharp stings of rain penetrated their thick winter coats, showering as a barrage of bullets from somewhere on high.
For you, Mom. Sister. Fireflight. Milly. Even you, Dad… even you.
A few of the order broke from the first line of assault, preparing the upward trudge to the warzone. But out of all the deception they could have expected, Blood Mist strategy blinded them from the guise. Heavy stones came rushing downward—Rapier, among the frontline, barely managed to turn on his heels. It was a car crash in slow motion—do you step on the gas and try to run through the danger, or brake?
He halted, in horrified awe at the boulders bounding towards them.
At his shoulder, Ruka continued to race forward, but a large stone caught him by surprise. The male, so eager for blood, was sent reeling off to one side, hind leg locked between several stones.
Rapier blinked, heading to evade the boulders, but a stray nailed him in the shoulder. Winded, the male spiraled off to one side, panting heavily as the shock blurred the world around him. Another packmate beside him, decidedly not so fortunate, was completely sandwiched into the ground, some splatter making its mark across his visage yards away. He grimaced, a dreamlike feeling overwhelming his senses, but it awoke him from his temporary coma. He momentarily caught a glimpse of Fireflight disappearing among the rubble, but when he turned to get a better look, the image had vanished.
In any case, it was no time to loiter about. Rapier scrambled to his paws, barely ducking as more rocks showered down, and began to make his way toward the growing fray. Blood Mist was now giving into the thirst, and he had no quarrel with their anger. He had just about enough of it.
Furiously, though with a slight stagger, Rapier managed to hook onto a Blood Mist wolf, digging his fangs into the first sizable amount of flesh that he could find.

Magnus and Macabre successfully shoved another boulder over the edge of the rise, a cool grin about Magnus’ face, and a typical unimpressed blankness about Macabre. Magnus peered over the edge at the shifting ranks of Destinians, and smirked. “Wonder what they thought to accomplish by coming here, anyway?” he chuckled, glancing toward his Blood Mist companion. “Ah, well—their stupidity is our gain.”
Suddenly a snarl sounded behind his ear, and the pair turned to face the pearl incisors of a Siverian warrior. A deep thunder sounded in Kar’s chest. “You’re no challenge, but you’ll have to do for now.”
“No challenge?” A chuckle. “Boy, you need a little lesson about Hell!”
Magnus jumped to a start, and the duo locked in a fury of slashes.

Inwardly, Kar regretted this choice of action. I don’t care about this whelp; where’s that other bastard… the one that killed Lance?

Elsewhere, Shiver and Kill padded by side-by-side, Kill in a frantic joy at the erupting battle. They prowled the circuit of the fray, preparing to choose unsuspecting foes to challenge—or, rather, Kill was focused on this gleeful chore. Shiver simply stared dully into the crowd, numb to the fury around her.
As another strike of lightning illuminated the darkened woodland, they passed Krueger, who stepped from the underbrush with herbs at hand. He narrowed his eyes, watching with growing dismay at the bloodshed around him. Is this… normal?
The Blood Mist shook his head, settling himself along the perimeter of the fray, and observing with large, confused eyes.

Euphrates was nowhere to be found.

[Sivoncé™]

Nearby Krueger, Paris leaned nonchalantly against a tree. His eyes scanned the clearing, but there was no sign of them, or her for that matter. Assyria had mentioned something about breaking their alliance to the others, but perhaps it'd been to much to hope that Olive would be here today. Just wait, love, wait. Nothing stood between him and his love anymore; the two fiends who'd gotten in his way the first time -- Annanti and Sharpie, to be exact -- were long vanquished. No one would rip her away from him now.
He raised a curious brow at Krueger, who was visually uneased.
"Feeling ill, doctor?"

Bloodsbane, chuckling sadistically beneath his breath, padded up beside Magnus. "I'm afraid there aren't enough pack wolves to go around, we'll have to double up. Hey, how many lives you think Assyria's gonna take from Fireflight? I'll bet you it'll be a battle to the death here and now!"
For the Blood Mist wolves, this event of gore and death was nothing short of a fanfare.

Back in the Blood Mist camp, a lone wolf woke in her den. She was alone in the camp -- completely alone except her pups.
What in the name of hellfire's damnation is going on here?

The Siverian neophyte watched with mounting alarm as her packmate's distress seemed to grow before her eyes. Looking around her, Kaylee caught sight of Whisper at the edge of the battlefield. She felt for the poor healer neophyte; she had no mentor, and Annelise hadn't been able to come and aid her. She had to care for the wounded of both packs all alone. Kaylee nodded to the healer. "The Destinian healer's over there, let's go talk to her, all right? She can treat your wounds and help you with the shock a little bit." Kaylee couldn't fathom how her voice stayed so steady or how she herself didn't break down in a wild panic. But Kaylee, when she was only a pup, had seen her mother and brother brutally murdered by Blood Mist. Their violence was a cold, harsh reality that she had learned to put up defensive barriers against within her mind, to keep the potential for insanity at bay.
"Come on," she led the way to Whisper, keeping a careful eye on Polychrome.
"Whisper," she called to the young healer. "We need your help!"

[MooniiKinz]

((Gosh you guys post fast o.o))

Aradis felt herself skid to a stop, no one within her grasp. What the hell? She spun around, in case she had been led into a trap. No trap, instead she saw Jolon, standing in front of Arachna, both with furious snarls on their faces. Shaking her head to clear her confusion, she nodded to the Yozoran, an evil glint coming to her eyes.

Dropping her belly to the ground with no sound, she ran through the plan in her head once more. Take care of this, then get to the real deal. As lightning split the heavens she leaped, in a well aimed attempt to end this. Even daisies die.

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Gossip felt himself stumble, his world a blur, all he saw was Cora, ramming into Griffen, taking a few swats at him. He held back a growl at her words, not moving from his spot for a second. The world slowed, he watched the healer attack slightly, and then, Griffen lunge at her. As time returned, he stood, taking a leap to head butt into Griffen's chest, hoping to knock him over. He spun around to face Cora, unknown emotions in his eyes. "I won't argue, but do you think I'm letting him hurt you?" He turned back to face Griffen, growling.

Gossip

Possible dodges until next hit: 2
Hit: No
Location: n/a
Attack: Yes
Aim: Head butt in chest

Status: Tired, but in defensive mode.

Aradis

Possible dodges until next hit: 2
Hit: No
Location: n/a
Attack: Yes
Aim: Paws on shoulders. Bite on spine.

Status: Great.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

In the midst of the chaos, Krueger’s bulging eyes were suddenly disrupted by some nearby comment tweeting in his ear. Swiftly sweeping his skull toward the voice, Krueger offered an expression of almost childlike ignorance. Tilting his head a little, he whispered, “Do these wolves always do this? Why? Are they having a contest?”
A roll of thunder and the echoes of screams filled the air. Krueger then thought better of his whispering words, and repeated his questions in a louder voice.

Kar tore away from his opponent, speeding about in a frenzy in search of the ebony brute—the object of his loathing. Empowered by rest, anger, skill, and his newfound position as Beta, he dove among the masses in pursuit of Hellfire.

Magnus came to stand beside Regulus, shaking his pelt to flatten his fur against the stinging marks along his flank. He grinned widely. “Seriously—it’s like inviting the tag team treatment. And alright, you’re on—I think Fireflight’ll last at least five minutes.” He smirked and peered down at the dueling couple, shaking his head. “Is it a party in here, or what?”

[Acacia]

Whisper looked at the Young neophyte suddenly snapping out of the terror she was feeling. She needed to find a small shelter before that storm let loose it’s fury upon them. “Follow me Quickly Please!” she urged picking up the bundle of herbs that was given to her from Annalise the Sivarian Healer. She was thankful for the stock, and she was not going to find a shelter for her side of the field. She wondered into the bush a little ways and spotted a large tree its roots would provide a lovely den. It was large enough for multiple patients. Not like she had the prowess to handle more than two at a time. She could try and this was her test, in living action. "Now where are you injured?" She asked turning back.

Tangle surveyed the battle field feeling excited by the sudden competitive nature. He went rushing toward the center of the field He looked at the battle with a grin he growled low in his chest jumping over a pair of fighting wolves he made his way to see fireflight the alpha of which this battle surrounded. Well her pack that is. He chuckled when he seen it was two wolves against his side. That was until he caught the femme’s scent. “Ignorance?”He said on the wind as his entire composure shattered into millions of small shards. He moved to take her on. “I will take this one!”He assured his pack mate.

[featherswift]

Jolon growled at Arachna when she snapped at him. What did this brute know? Yozoran was healthy and fit for war anytime life through it at them. He didn't say anything until he caught her cool eye. "At least I'm not dead," he said while showing off his canines. They gleamed in the harsh moonlight as if pleading for the blood to pour upon them.

He noticed a Destinian sneak around the Blood Mist wolf and it lit a gleam in his eye. Oh how ironic it was with what he had just said. As soon as he thought this and the glint registered, the Destinian leaped.

[Sivoncé™]

(Acacia: If you need help with herbs and stuff, there is a thread in the subboard of the Laws of the Lands that lists a bunch of herbs and what they're used to treat!
Feather: Btw, Aradis is actually a Siverian ^^ )

Arachna scowled darkly at the approaching packwolves, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Slowly, she stepped backwards, but Jolon was already springing at her once more. The blow hit her side and she scrambled quickly away. A small gash, and Golden Wolf knew how many bruises, sprouted where he'd slammed into her. Luckily, she was quick on her feet and managed to retreat further away from them before anything else could happen. Arachna shot an angry glare at the collection of packmates she saw merely watching the battle.
Anytime now, idiots...
A strike of lightning, blazing through the sky, struck down upon the nearby copse and sent the trees up in flames.
Smirking now, Arachna looked at the two wolves and raised a brow.
Fire doesn't hurt me as much as it'll hurt them; Hellfire adapts you to it.

Beaneath her pelt, Cora blusehd ever so slightly.
Biting her lip to hide a strange smile that would've blossomed on her features, Cora rolled her eyes to dispell the fluttery feeling.
"Well, your chivalry is real admirable, Gossip, but like I said, get your ass of this battlefield right now or I'll drag you myself!"Griffen, thankfully, had backed off -- a packwolf was far more respectful of a retreat than a Blood Mist would've been. With a final glare at Gossip, Griffen plunged into battle elsewhere in the fray.

Paris blinked at Krueger. He spoke slowly, as if to a pup.
"We're at war, Krueger. When you're at war, you fight each other." Where did this guy come from that he's never seen anything like this before? Well....I'm here. They don't have me anywhere else. Can't blame him for being a little awestruck.

Bloodsbane chuckled to himself, watching with hungry eyes over the carange below. "So, we made it to heaven after all..."

[nighty!]

It was quite understandable for two wolves completely ignoring her while fighting, she shouldn't have interfere but soon Fireflight will know that she is no traitor, especially with her own blood. Aurora returned to all four legs when Fireflight circled Assryia. Then another wolf pretty much challenged her for two could fight, perhaps to make it even. Too bad the brute was good looking, it might changed. She even remembered him calling Ignorance. "I do not take the name that has cursed me. Because of Ignorance, I have been accused as a traitor to my own blood that is on my fur still," she said coldly, slowly circling around him, not even reaching the halfway mark of a full circle. "Did Ignorance cause you misery too? Tell me what she did, it wasn't me."

[grimmy]

"In my throat, I believe." Polychrome answered right before dropping her head on the ground. The pain seemed less now already, as she was in care. Disappointed in herself, Polychrome looked out into the sky, it was smearing a bit up, yet the bitter cold stung her bones. The healer took the herbs on her mouth and smeared it on Polychrome scared ribs. Hissing in pain, A sharp sting streaked her side.
"Oh boy!" Polychrome yelped. She shook rapidly, but in a few seconds she seized and felt intensely relaxed. "Much better than fighting a group of insane Blood mist hounds." Polychrome said. The healer chuckled and put the herbs down to The ground. Relief flooded Polychrome, and just like a swift rush of lightning, she needed to get back on her feet and run through the forest again and show those mad wolves who is boss. Nevertheless, she was halted by the healer, obviously, she was still injured. Laying back down on the warmer ground, Polychrome licked her scared paw, looking at the sky outside the den. The sky wasn't going to get any better.

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[Acacia]

(Grimmy that would be power playing... Please revise.... )

“Who are you? You smell of Ignorance. What have you done to her?” He goes to interrupt her circle. He then attempts to get close enough to see if she is truly her. The thunder rumbled and he flinched. He felt very vulnerable at the moment. He was so soft around her how had this happened? He growls in annoyance at himself. He wanted this wolf even though she claimed not to be ignorance to get off the battle field. He shook his fur out. NO NO NO no, yes he was in love with the wolf in front of him he could not help it. Now what would he do? He pulled back and growled demandingly “Run! Please” He whispered the last word his eyes soft and pleasing with sincerity.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

For all his intellect in herbs and trivia, Krueger greeted Paris with a blank stare as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. It was all alien to these practices—he knew of blood, he knew of challenges between wolves with vendettas, but total warfare? It was unheard of for the foreign rogue. Why wolves would throw themselves at each other to kill or die on such a massive scale was beyond him.
“It all just seems so…” His eyes followed a nearby brawl. One managed to pin the weaker down, and the sound of shredding flesh cut through the air. Krueger lifted a paw to avoid the splatter. “…barbaric. Why is everyone at war—did someone do something bad?”

Frenzy and Temper, primed for a tag teaming duo, slipping from the cover of the trees and into the fray. Their blood boiled with hunger for the slaughter, and the Blood Mist pair opted to circle the first foe they could find with taunting croons.

[featherswift]

(Eh, my mistake Sivvy. Also, Jolon didn't strike again, the Siverian did. XD)