+5 Jannik, Jonas, and Kalle are the aggressors in this thread. This involves a pre-planned plot death, so unfortunately, no one will be getting a killing blow. However, you are welcome to deal semi-serious damage to the characters.
The gall of the attack had infuriated her. Salvia could not fathom the concept of strangers riding across their border. One had been killed, but he had left no identifiable marks, no scent. War was unfamiliar to her, but the air felt hot and heavy. This was nothing she had faced before and the damage had been startling. Yet the same principles she had been raised upon—discipline, self-control—forced her to go about her daily tasks with only the added air of caution.
Having finished with her duties, she had been happy to run into her father and brother. Basilaris had turned six-months not long ago, though looking at him, one might think he was older. This was due mostly to his size; this youngest member of the Eternity-D’Angelo clan was nearly fifty pounds already. His paws were huge, ungainly things, and no hint of their hybrid blood showed in him beyond a sharpness of profile that was so subtle it barely showed. The boy was smiling ear to ear, and bounding between his burly father and pale sister eagerly.
“What are we going to hunt? A bear like you and the Boss did, dad?”
The question drew a bemused snort from the eldest D’Angelo. His face was growing whiter with each passing moon, Salvia realized, and she wondered just how old he was. Certainly the bear attack had injured his hind leg some, but she imagined him (as she always had) as invincible.
“We start small, with deer,” Larkspur said flatly. “Salvia is going to help you. Your sister is the Casador, so you listen to her.”
It did not surprise her that her brother took the news in stride. Where her sisters had been spoiled by their sex, Basi had been taught the rules of the Family quickly and harshly. Salvia would not have allowed it otherwise, and was pleased her father had agreed. While he had a soft spot in him for his daughters, Basi was special. His fur alone spoke of this. Even Wretch had not been the spotless white that this youngest boy was.
They came to the forest shortly, and it was here that the first true lessons began. Salvia and Basi split from their father, circling further east. Wordlessly, Salvia had the boy imitate her steps. He was noisier then she, but this was expected. By the time they had found the trail, he had begun imitating her well enough that they grew closer then she had expected. Hunched low to the ground, she indicated a smaller, younger looking doe.
The herd suddenly spooked, bolting into the forest. Salvia tensed as an unfamiliar scent rushed over her. It was not the first time, and suddenly she realized that they were not alone. “Run!” She barked at her brother, and rose to her full height. The sling holding her hair up was pulled free and a stone was drawn from the bag on her hip. A loud warning howl was given as the charging horses broke from the treeline. Salvia gaped openly; their leader was a large scarred man wearing a burnished armor and carrying a sword and shield. The stone she whipped towards him clattered harmlessly against the shield.
“KILL THEM ALL!” He bellowed.
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