10-18-2011, 11:24 AM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> WC: 727 pushitinThere had been a bitter argument before the wolves ahd set out for this, what they hoped would be the ending of the tyrant's hold on Aniwaya. Rain had not wanted her mother to join the fight and Soran had not wanted her daughter to go as well. The sable Aedile had been injured earlier in the month, her arm was bandaged and tied in a tight sling across her chest today, the younger female had not wanted her mother to go to the raid, she was injured and there was a chance that she might be hurt, Soran did not want her dark daughter joining the fight, it was true that she might be a fighter, that she was skilled at hand to hand combat, but that did not stop her being Soran's daughter, her baby and she did not want her to be hurt. A stalemate had been drawn by the pair, the truth was that when it came to this issue they were just as stubborn as one another, each refusing to stay away if the other was going, wanting to protect one another and neither wanting the other to go. In the end it had been decided that they would both go, the truth of the matter was that even if they did not have one another to protect then they both wanted to be there anyway. Soran had seen too much hurt caused by the Aniwayan guardians, she had old scors to settle on the battlefield, as did Rain, she had watched her mother have to deal with an injury sustained by a guardian, the Aedile felt too much guilt at allowing Anu to be captured to not be here today. So the pair had prepared themselves for battle, Rain braiding her mother's hair and securing it in a tight bun at the base of her skull, doing the same to her own hair, there were no bright feathered adornments in it today, this was a day of action and not to be wasted making one's hair pretty. They walked in silence, following their sable leader to the battle ground, they were both in their Optime form, Soran's arm not allowing her to shift into her Lupus form, the form she was most practiced in fighting in, her injured arm was across her chest, acting a little as a shield in it's sling. In her right hand she clutched the sword that Jazper had taught her to fight with. The sharp hunting knife was in it's holster against her thigh, just in case the sword was somehow taken away from the sable female. pushitinRain was not carrying any weapons, instead choosing to rely upon the martial arts that her mother's former mate had taught her and the brute strength that her curvacious, muscular form afforded her. The pair walked together quietly, soon coming to the borders of the land behind their leader, Soran noticed her ochre grandson there, she attempted to catch his eye and gave a slow nod of greeting and approval, she was glad that he was here, he knew as well as she did the pain that had been caused by these wolves, she was glad that the male was here to defend his family and friends. Mati had been wounded and heartsick by the wolves' actions and Soran was here to bring them justice, she could not bear to see her bronze granddaughter in pain and so she was here to make the wolves that had caused her all of the pain some pain in return. The younger sable girl was simply here to protect her mother and her pack, her feelings were not as deep set as her mother's, but she would defend her friends and her home with her life. As they finally reached the borders they noticed all of the other wolves there, Soran smiled, it seemed that everyone was uniting against a common foe, it was funny that it was a time of war that brought such kinship, but the ebony female was glad none the less to see all of the wolves here together. The Aniwayan's battle cry rang through the lands and mother and daughter looked at one another, raising their heads and letting out a pair of fierce howls in unision, showing that they would not be intimidated by these wolves. |
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