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- Kaena Lykoi - 03-22-2010 [html] Alllooooo. This will be fun thread, yesyesyes. <3 :3 As the battle exploded all around her, the hybrid woman let loose a laugh; this was the pitiable force the Dahlians had assembled? Well, of course—Kaena knew some of them would be distracted, to say the least. Even so, she had expected more than this; she had expected something of a force. Just three Dahlians to face them, one a woman with a small child? She smirked at Tokyo, raising one eyebrow toward the multi-hued wolf, giving an almost imperceptible tilt of her head, as if to ask, that all? Where was her Haku now? She would have liked to see him here today; the hybrid woman had yearned to see his face again, just so she could put a cut on it. One of the Dahlians charged forward to engage Hezekiah, crying out something in a language the silver-furred coyote vaguely recognized. She did not know the words, however, and her attention was not on what these brutes said; it was on what they did. Her yellow-golden eye roved over each of the rest of them even as she took a few steps forward, her coyotes surging around her—beautiful Halo with her lovely swords, the young one she did not know, even loyal Frankie, keeping right at her side. He had not stopped foaming at the mouth and growling since the scarred woman had mentioned his skull; he was absolutely obsessed with the thing, and the possibility of losing it to these Dahlians had set him on rabid edge. .kae-dreaming p {padding:0px 36px 5px 40px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .kae-dreaming b {color:#AFAFAF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .kae-dreaming {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_dream.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:75px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2A2A2A; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - Vark Granel - 03-23-2010 [html]
(OOC: Yeehee thisa be fun)
- Kaena Lykoi - 03-25-2010 [html] ! If you wanted to determine injuries or outcome beforehand, let me know? There was part of Kaena that was almost sad that Haku had not bothered to show up to this little party, though it only made sense he would attend to the more pressing matter of fire devouring his territory. She had wanted to see him again—she would give a hell of a lot to have the chance to tear some flesh from his haughty face. He would bleed for what he had done; she just had to tear through this flesh first. They stood in the way of vengeance for the silver-furred woman, and she would have hers soon. The sounds of battle roared around her, surging forward as the coyotes and wolves clashed. A blur of motion to the side caught her attention; there was another Dahlian—she had not seen him before. He charged forward, exploding from a bush nearby, heading straight for her. The silver-furred coyote crouched low to the ground, aiming to protect her own vitals. The Secui's shaggy mane would only do so much; fangs might still penetrate it's protection. There was anger on the larger wolf's face, plastered across his snarl and burning in his unearthly green eyes. Her own fangs were bared, and she rose up to meet him, aiming her deadly jaws for his face. As she did this, a brownish-gray blur to her side circled around the Dahlian wolf, still foaming at the mouth and snarling like a rabid monkey. Frankie hurtled his tiny frame for the wolf's hind legs, snapping at his ankles and tail. .kae-dreaming p {padding:0px 36px 5px 40px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .kae-dreaming b {color:#AFAFAF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .kae-dreaming {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_dream.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:75px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2A2A2A; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - Vark Granel - 03-31-2010 [html] The older coyotes reflexes were what saved her. She twisted and ducked beneath Vark’s all out leap for the throat. Vark’s shoulder grazed the woman’s head on the way past, and he landed in an awkward roll on the far side, behind his opponent. Vark quickly regained his feet, wiped his head around to face the coyote, pulling his lips back over his teeth. But it was there his poor eyesight betrayed him. He missed the blur of the other foe, and wasn’t aware of his presence until something slammed into his hind legs with such force he was thrown off his feet. Kicking savagely, he felt them connect with force and throw his foe from him. Vark’s legs pained him, and there was a little blood seeping through the fur. He also became aware of blood running in a sheet over the left side of his face and filling his blind left eye like tears. The coyotes fangs must have connected when they passed. Vark wondered at how he wasn’t scared. He was only angry. And the smell of blood seemed to be giving him strength. The lust for violence and vengeance would be satisfied today, he promised himself. Vark struggled to regain his feet before his was set upon by the older woman. - Kaena Lykoi - 04-07-2010 [html] OOC: I'm gonna extend the dates on these a little. Nobody's really gotten rolling, so... we'll give it two or three more weeks, I guess. xD IDK, I don't mind--if we have to say OOCly "this is what happens" before it actually happens, s'all good by me. Frankie had circled around at the right time, and his attack had thrown the wolf for one, meaning his attack had barely glanced against her face, saving her from what might have been an otherwise painful attack. Frankie had thrown the wolf off-balance, and the green-eyed canine struggled to take back his footing. The silver-furred hybrid stalked forward, advancing on the other canine. Frankie had whirled around and attacked him again, dodging left and right and forward, essentially acting like a snapping little anklebiting lapdog. The thin, frail coyote could not do much damage to the much larger wolf, and Kaena was still hanging back, her yellow-golden eye focused on the pair of canines, waiting for the best moment to strike. She pranced around, weaving back and forth in front of the Dahlian wolf, though she did not yet strike. Frankie seemed to be doing a good job playing distraction; the scrawny coyote threw himself at the other canine practically head on, still snarling and growling like a madman. .kae-gifturma2 {width:375px; background-color:#142a38; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_gifturma.png);background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding-bottom:210px; border: 1px solid #000103;font-family:georgia, serif; color:#FFFFFF; line-height: 13px; font-size: 12px; margin:0px; text-align:justify;} .kae-gifturma2 b{color:#809189;} .kae-gifturma2 p{text-indent:40px; padding:0px; margin:0px 10px 10px 10px; } </style> [/html] - Vark Granel - 04-14-2010 [html]
- Kaena Lykoi - 04-15-2010 [html]
Frankie was knocked aside roughly, tumbling and rolling, stopping a few feet away. Kaena did not even stop to watch him; she was too focused on the Dahlian wolf. To even turn her head and peer at Frankie was exposing a moment of weakness; she had no idea how well the larger male could see through the haze of blood. The hybrid woman was content to wait for the opportune moment to strike; she had practiced her fighting lately, and while most of her knowledge was gained from experience, she certainly appreciated the true training Anselm and Snake had helped her with—Snake had helped her figure out weak spots, while Anselm's sharp eye had simply provided her with a different perspective on fighting. The coyote woman was ready for the man as he dove forward, but she had not been expecting him at that speed! His dagger-like claws cut through the flesh on her hindquarter, eliciting a snarl and a yowl from the hybrid. She yanked herself away as quickly as possible, whirling on the man and angling her fangs downward toward his neck, aiming to grab at his flesh there. Frankie was nowhere to be seen; the hybrid wasn't certain if the blow he'd sustained had taken him out permanently or not, but if it was just up to her now, then so be it. .kae-apocalypse p {padding:0px 25px 0px 25px; text-indent:10px; margin:0px 0px 20px 0px;} .kae-apocalypse b {color:#A61514;} .kae-apocalypse {width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/endoftheworld.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:243px; padding-bottom:5px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#FFFFFF; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:8pt; letter-spacing:.1pt; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #A61514;} .kae-apocalypse-border {border:1px solid #000000; width:402px;} </style> [/html] - Vark Granel - 04-23-2010 [html]
So sorry for the late post. Been snowed under. But here it is
- Kaena Lykoi - 04-28-2010 [html] No probs! The silver-furred coyote was beyond rage, beyond feeling—there was dull, thudding pain in her hindquarter, but it mattered little to her. All around the battle roared and screamed, and the hybrid saw none of it—her single glaring eye was focused entirely on the other wolf, and she charged forward to meet him as he reared up, drawing back on her hindquarters to meet him there. But he was too big, too heavy—she was falling back beneath the flurry of claws and fangs, staggering back on her hindquarters as he nicked her chest and her face. Out of nowhere, the scarred and blurred form of Frankie sailed through the air, leaping from the ground and right toward the other wolf's chest. His little coyote paws were outstretched for the other man's throat, a snarl that was almost like a grin plastered onto his fanatic face. The silvery hybrid took this as her chance and leapt back to recover herself for a moment, drawing away from the pair to regain herself, her yellow-gold eye focused on the pair of males all the while, waiting for the moment to strike. Table by Jimjamz!!!
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- Kaena Lykoi - 05-07-2010 [html] Woohoo. :O You could probably post once more, and we'll wrap it up?! We can just assume Kae sounded the retreat after that. ^^ Fun threading with you, we'll have to do it again soon. :3 With someone nicer than Kaena though!!! Frankie—thank goodness for Frankie. The silver-furred hybrid stagged back to collect herself, blood streaming from various nicks and cuts over her body and the more serious wounds Vark had inflicted, the worst of which was on her left rear leg. Most of that leg was coated with a ribbon of crimson, flattening the ash-colored fur against her flesh. Pain radiated through the coyote's body, and she looked up in time to see the wolf tear Frankie to pieces. There was no sorrow in her heart. Better that coyote than her, better that coyote than one of her family. Death had struck for her again and missed, and aggravated with his dancing and dodging prey, he had struck out at that Frankenstein-coyote instead. What could have been a grin or a snarl spread slowly across the hybrid's face, and she leapt forward for one final time, aiming to strike at the wolf's head with her large Secui paw while he was distracted, aiming to knock him out or disorient him long enough for her to call off the fight and sound the retreat. They had lost at least one coyote—it would be best to keep those numbers to a minimum. .kae-dreaming p {padding:0px 36px 5px 40px; text-indent:25px; margin:0px;} .kae-dreaming b {color:#AFAFAF; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; font-weight:normal;} .kae-dreaming {width:420px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_dream.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:75px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2A2A2A; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #000000;} </style> [/html] - Vark Granel - 05-11-2010 [html]
Cool. That was pretty awesome. It would be great if we could do it again. XD
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