power, power, the law of the land

Preybot · 05-02-2012, 11:38 AM

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(--) I'll NPC Piet for you, Req? c: Powerplay whatever on either him or Saule; they're both just NPCs anyway! ALso, if you'd rather I didn't and you're more comfortable just NPCing him, that's totally cool, I just thought I might be able to halps. ♥

Saule Anders

The smaller one was the first to fall under Saule's eyes. She was unarmed, and there was a woman following after her, both of them looking more frightened than angry. As Saule drew closer, however, urging the grullo to a canter, the sounds of other canines soon caught her ears. Her mare pivoted toward the other horse, and the pale woman saw her great rider, a massive woman dwarfing Saule herself. The woman snarled, still silent, and dug her heels in deeper. The mare jumped forward, her hooves tearing up the earth as she went.

Saule saw the spear and brought her shield up and ready, as if she were a jouster. Her thick leather would protect her to a point, but she'd seen the deadly point to the spear, too, and she had no intention of taking a wound if she could avoid it. She did not look to see where her companions were; in all likelihood, they were making short work of the first two. This one was all for Saule.

Piet Theodorus

The time for prayer was long past, but the sable wolf murmured one as they charged into battle all the same, begging for his god's protection and the ability to mete out his justice. The books were clear in this subject -- the hybrids, the half-breeds, and the coyotes alike must all be exterminated. This was the only way the true children of the Lord, the wolves, might prosper and grow great. If they did not exterminate, they were doomed to eternal battle.

Piet at first followed closely upon the heels of his leader, though he quickly split away from her, veering at first for the first pair of wolves. Both dashed away from him, and he urged his horse faster. It was then that the beast shrieked, half-rearing in maddened fear. Piet was aware of the scent of blood on the air, and he whirled around to find a Luperci just behind him, savaging his horse's hindquarters and flanks. He did not snarl, growl, or so much as twitch a muscle of his face; he simply swung. It was an instinctual swing, and a clumsy one -- more aimed to sweep her off his horse than cause any real damage.

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