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- Gabriel de le Poer - 03-06-2010 [html] Inferni members are to post first, followed by one reply from Dahlia. At that point, we ask participants to break off into pairs (though they can be of two or more if you wish) and continue from there. A reply time of two days is required, or else you will be skipped. With three dead buried, Gabriel had enough. He had begun gathering supplies almost as soon as they were covered, and in doing so found himself some assistants. There had been a need for fighters and for subversion, which was why two of the Hydra had been taken. Gabriel would not take on Haku without Hybrid, unwilling to put his faith in the chocolate wolf facing him one on one. Jedidiah had not left his side since the men had been buried, and though no part of the Aquila doubted the coyote’s faith, whether or not his fighting prowess was the same was up for debate. Of course, Cotl had been all too willing to go along with Gabriel’s plans, talking frantically about moltov cocktails and something or another between his excitable cursing. The trek had been long, as Gabriel had led the coyotes down the road that circled wide of Dahlia de Mai. They could not come from Inferni, and from what the Aquila had learned the majority of the pack lived further south. If they could strike in the heart of the wolf pack and draw out its head, they could destroy it. At least, that was the plan. Whether or not such a bold idea would work did not matter to Gabriel, provided he got to see Haku’s home burn (hopefully, with him inside). They were lucky to have no confrontations as they drew closer to the borders, and once across, no time was wasted. It took only a few moments for the shift to his Optime form, something he did not wish to linger in long. Gabriel moved with hellish speed, finding Haku’s scent and trailing it to the source. A cabin, reeking of the bastard, was his reward. A small can of kerosene and a box of matches, pulled from the grenade-bag around his chest, did exactly what it was meant to do. Though small, the fire attacked the decaying wood and began to swallow it whole. Within minutes, Haku’s cabin was burning—and Gabriel, his eyes lit by that holy fire, was laughing even as he shifted back to his lupus form. Four legged, the Aquila continued to laugh, and welcomed the sickness that rushed up from the shadows deep in his soul. This was the war he knew; one of perdition. .gabe-snarly p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .gabe-snarly b {color:#362C0F;} .gabe-snarly-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px; margin:5px 0px; border-style: solid none solid none; border-color: #000000; border-width:1px; } .gabe-snarly-ooc {font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; } .gabe-snarly {background-color:#9F936D; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/gabebg.gif); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: 'palatino linotype', georgia, serif; font-size:13px; color:#423C2A; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; } </style> - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-06-2010 [html] [/html] - Snake - 03-07-2010 [html] He had assumed his own Secui form. He didn't prefer it—too bulky for his tastes—but he knew it would be the most pragmatic to take into a planned battle. He knew to fight in Optime when it arose, unexpected. He liked to fight in Lupus because it felt the most natural (having spent half of his life in that form, it seemed a little more instinctual than anything else). But the strength of the halfling form would be important against wolves, their bigger and stronger cousins. But he knew how to fight, and he knew well. He had pledged himself to Gabriel's cause as soon as word had drifted out to the Landfill, his solitary home. When they left, Snake was amongst their ranks. He was ready, but he was not anxious, and nor was he excited. He did not revel in this—of course, he did not find such joy in anything. The sandy-furred coyote was on high alert as they cut into Dahlian territory; he had come here once before with Hezekiah, and they had immediately been found by Haku and then chased clear back to Inferni. He was not going to retreat like that this time, no. They tracked the scent of the Dahlian leader, finally finding where he had made his home. Gabriel had shifted to his Optime form, lighting the shack on fire before returning back to his usual phase. Snake watched the flames for a moment (though his senses were still keen for approach) and then switched his attention to the Aquila. The man was laughing before the flames. Snake shifted his gaze. There was no joy in war. There was no glory. There was no honor. These were illusions for those that thought they were there. War consisted of pain, suffering, regret, and death. Those who thought those were virtues in this world were unstable, but Snake did not actively pass judgment—that was simply how he had interpreted things. He had seen enough in his short life. War was ugly, but it was necessary. Inferni needed to fight to defend themselves against the masses of wolves in the area. He knew that. But that didn't mean that he had to find thrill in this. Fighting, like everything, was neural to the coyote. There was no joy or sorrow in it. There was only action. His olive eyes continued to scan the surrounding area. This was a challenge, if anything. The fire was a blinking beacon, and soon they would arrive. Snake stood, tense and prepared. He was silent. - Cotl - 03-07-2010 [html] Word Count: 000 WOOOOOOO! MOLOTOV COCKTAILS! In Character
Cotl had been more than excited to help with this mission. Fucking Molotov Cocktails, man. Cotl loved to explode things. It was just something that was his thing. Like spray painting, and tattooing. Destruction he was never really against, and this was war. War. This meant that Cotl had bragging right if he slaughtered a few stupid wolves, and he got to fuck over whatever stupid wolf whom decided to cross his path. The canine had been armed with about eight cocktails, standard made of petrol in a glass bottle with a wick that was doused in alcohol. He was a ticking timebomb at the moment. He had them all around his waist in a belt that he had gotten his brother to make for him. that was made from the skin of a bull that him and Jedidiah had taken down at one point in time. It haled the cocktails nicely and he didn't worry about dropping any. He also had his sword and sheath on his back, just in case he needed to fight someone.
The others had been traveling in their lupus and secui forms, while Cotl was still in optime form. He almost refused to show others his tiny form, or only slightly bigger Halfling form. He was very self-conscious of the way he had been crafted to be so much smaller than the wolf hybrids and the full coyotes that he had lived with. The only ones to see his other forms so far had been his brother, and Anselm. Cotl had kept up with the four legged canines that accompanied him. Or more like led him. He was one of the one whom had straggled behind a bit. He would be able to keep up more easily if he didn't have a belt full of bombs around his waist. He also didn't want them to make sound by hitting each other when he ran, so he had to be more careful with his steps and such. He had left Maschine back at home because of the hoof sounds and the fact that Maschine would probably freak out about the fire.
Cotl had been still approaching when Gabriel had been setting the fire to the house. He frowned lightly before he took his first cocktail and he took out his lighter. He looked at the cocktail, and then to the other canines. NYEH the twitch came before he had struck the lighter to the cloth which started to burn and he quickly threw it at some other house that had been close by to the one that Gabriel had set ablaze. Cotl himself had let out a wicked cackle as the house he had thrown the cocktail at had set ablaze, the flames rising and spreading as Cotl had started to run towards some other cabins and too, threw the molotov cocktails at them, setting them ablaze as well.
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- Haku Soul - 03-11-2010 [html]
- Kol Stormbringer - 03-11-2010 [html] It didn't take long for the dark woman to reach the source of the fire after she'd broken off from Bris. Kol was quietly thankful that her sister hadn't argued when she'd pointed her in the direction of helping Conor rather than assisting Haku. There was no doubt in the older Stormbringer's mind that Haku would be facing the main invasion, and Kol wanted her baby sister as far from that particular danger as possible. Burning embers from the town and catching trees floated about in the hellish black wind, falling to singe the dark woman's fur though she ignored it. Her violet eyes flashed as the inferno raged around her, and she squinted as her optime legs carried her closer to Haku's cabin. In the orange light of the fire, she could just make out the hulking secui form of the Rosen charging straight at Gabriel de le Poer. Unfortunately for Haku, the Inferni leader had backup. And if they defeated Haku, Kol was supremely afraid they would simply continue their hellish march and trample all of Dahlia de Mai, innocent and guilty alike. She couldn't let that happen. Not pausing to think, Kol sprinted straight into the fray, her eyes widening slightly as she suddenly recognized one of the Infernians who had come to support his leader. His name escaped her, but imagined pain flared up across her left eye as she remembered the first outright battle in the first war. The damnable hybrid had left a memento for his opponent on that night, and Kol was determined to repay the favor. Her blood boiling from the fiery heat and the sudden lust for battle, Kol let loose a heart-felt battle cry and launched herself at the unforgettable Hybrid Holocaust, fangs and talons bared for anything she could damage. Table by Tay - Minos Lierrah - 03-12-2010 [html]
rawrrr Mino's hitt'n on Snake
His voice rang through the air. His voice, the voice of creation, the voice of destruction. Punishment, reward. Life, death. His voice called, and the follower did not needed to be told twice. His white form ran, the voice and its story propelling him faster then another could. His devotion to the pack’s alpha had only increased the more he lived among them. The knowledge of the power his new form provided had sealed the canines fate. He would die in the name of the giver, this day or another. Minos would perish in the honor of the one who gave him this gift. It had done just as the massive earth hued beast had said. It made him better.
Mino smelled the smoke and char, teeth shown against pink gums, and adrenaline pulsed through his muscled Secui body. Yellow eyes saw the flames, their reflection dancing in the bright gold pools. The structure was being eaten alive, and yet the follower could smell his leader’s scent. It was heavy in the air and it drove him further and faster. The figured danced among the shadows of the fire, and the male did not slow to choose whom would be the best target. He held no fear, the feeling that had been slowly draining from the primal beast since his initiation into his new life. The fighting had begun, and he ran at the closest beast that smelled of the coyote clan. Green eyes, were seen, acidic in tone and yet Minos saw nothing else but the need for blood. - Semyon Terho - 03-14-2010 [html]
- Fae - 03-14-2010 [html]
The burning scent was not one to ignore, its strength rousing her from sleep. This hadn't the refreshing, earthen scent of a wildfire, but one created by the hands of bloodthirsty beasts. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when the call of her monstrous leader was sent to her along with the pungent scent of burning. She rose immediately, slipping into the outside world to track down Haku and the wolves of Dahlia. It was time to fight, really fight, and she was thrilled for the bloodshed. On the run she went from a four-legged beast to one who ran on two, her limber form flying into the realm of battle. Fae stood back, watching the rising flames that tongued the sky, blue eyes absorbing the scene. Haku had thrown himself after their leader, the large coyote brute. Dahlian wolves had taken to the fight all around her, and she could hesitate no more. - Gabriel de le Poer - 03-25-2010 At this point, all combatants should have broken into separate threads for fighting. You have until April 10th to finish these threads. Please keep in mind that Gabriel is calling a retreat, so Inferni members should do so at the end of their threads. [html]Fight Threads Gabriel vs Haku - in a trail of fire... Hybrid vs Kol - refuse to remain complacent Snake vs Minos - we are fuel and fire both Cotl vs Seymon - I can't wait for you... Jedidiah vs Fae - ?? [/html] |