The young man had not slept the night before after he had left Nyx on the mountain side. Although he had returned to his den he had lain awake for what seemed like ages, staring at the ceiling. Once that had failed to bore him into sleep he had taken out his bow and quiver full of arrows to inspect them. He only had five arrows left, but his last encounter with another lone wolf had made sure that he had plenty of arrow heads. In the bottom of the quiver lay at least twenty arrowheads, stolen from his last opponant from over the mountain. It had occured to the black male, in the early hours of that morning, that he should do something with them. Something as in attatch them to some wood and find some feathers to make the flights with.


He had escaped the cold confines of the cave system very early that morning before the sun had properly arisen. The small forest in Anathema's borders was, quite obviously, the perfect place to look for long sturdy branches to make his arrows from. It took him most of the morning to find what he was looking for, and he spent a while cutting down as many sticks as he could find. They were all sturdy but felxible, easy to obtain but not so easy to turn into proper arrows. He knew they had to be of a certain calibre to be turned into arrows and he collected twice as many sticks as was necessary, making sure he had enough for rejects.


The inside of his den had warmed up no less when he'd returned but the young man had set about his work with gusto. Maybe he would be able to sleep tonight if he tired himself out making arrows. It was easy once you understood how arrows work- stripping down the wood and making it smooth and straight. Attaching the arrow heads with a slit in the wood and a tie around the base of the arrowhead and the stick of wood. Once they were securely on he set them aside- he had found no feathers for his flights. Ears however had heard something unfamiliar and his confusion was clear on his face.


He exited his den quietly, stupidly leaving his weapons behind. He hadnt thought about bringing them, even though he almost always had a dagger of some kind on him at all times. Nose caught the intruder before blue eyes found the creature. A low growl came forward just as his sight was given to him. A small coyote and a small white deer thing. Whilst confusion was first on his list, Teddy knew this was no member of Anathema. So what the hell was he doing in their caves.


”Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my lands?”


His words were very low and deep, but dangerous none the less. Padding forward in his secui form Teddy allowed his fangs to reveal themselves while a growl rumbled in his chest. This idiot was going to leave with a few cuts and bruises today- that was for sure.



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”speech”

Blue eyes blazed with a fury as the little creature in front of him attempted to answer him. Of course, Teddy did not speak German and therefore he had no idea what the coyote said. A deep breath was taken and the scent of Inferni was immediately identified. So their neighbors had decided to pay them a visit at last. And they had chosen to ignore common protocol of waiting at the borders. Maybe Teddy should go an infiltrate their lands and see if they liked it. A low growl came forward at the thought of Inferni wishing to spy on Anathema. They had no right to do so. Glancing back towards the coyote as it spoke again in the same gibberish as before.


”I suggest you start speaking my language, boy, else you'll find yourself unable to speak at all.”


Teddy was careful to make sure he pronounced each word correctly and clearly so there would be no mistake when he attacked him that he had meant to do so. Blue eyes were drawn to the white creature standing beside to coyote. It attempted to nudge the boy before bolting towards the exit of the cave. Smart move. Now that his companion was gone, the coyote appeared to sink lower, his ears flitting back and his tail tucking under his body. Submission, but it was too little too late. A look of disgust crossed the mans features as he prowled forward, teeth flashing as he growled at the creature.


”You dont appear to be leaving. Are you stupid?”



Teddy asked before allowing his anger to take over him. As he reached the coyote he allowed his jaws to snap forward to try and catch the little creatures left ear. Hopefully he would drag the pathetic creature from the cave and make a spectical of him before beating him into a bloody pulp. He was rather enjoying this right now.



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There was a soft mutter from the little coyote but Teddy's jaws were almost half the way towards his ear before the warrior heard it. It sounded English, so perhaps when forced he could speak in another language. Still, there was nothing he could do about it now as he jaws closed around the coyote's left ear. There was a squeel of pain and Teddy distinctly heard the word 'hurt' before he dragged the coyote from the dens and into the light. He was small, even for a coyote. He didnt appear to know a lot about cleanliness or hygiene and he looked unkempt and dirt. Maybe there was something wrong with his head.


Giving his new rag doll a shake Teddy growled softly. However, there seemed to fight in the young man and Teddy released the weak lump as he hung in his jaws. Its ear was ripped, the base coming away from his head but not properly off. Teddy was tempted to snap off his whole ear but decided against it. Teeth were dripping with the coyote's blood as he rounded on him again. Now they were outside he would give the intruder one more chance to leave on his own before he ripped his ear off and dragged him all about Anathema.


”Now, I'm going to assume you understand me, as you spoke my language. If you do not leave my lands right now, I will tear your ear from your head and drag you about the mountains until you cannot speak. Am I making myself clear?”


His voice was low as he padded forward, hackles raised straight in the air. Blue eyes blazed with the fury that he never truely let go of. This little punk was really beginning to annoy him and he really ought to leave.



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Though almost all of Teddy's childhood had been spent in the training rink, Charles Stone had sat down with his children on more than one occasion to explain the rules of the game to his boys. This game was the Warrior's Code and after their first lesson on the subject the old warrior had quizzed his sons constantly on the Code until they could recite it in their sleep. It spoke of honor and justice and the need to remain objective in their fighting. They were not to run around attacking everyone because they had the skills to do it. And they most certainly should not harm a creature that was weaponless. This pitiful creature was most certainly weaponless and pathetic. Blue eyes flashed as the coyote lay on the floor, unwilling to touch his torn ear but trying to protect it anyway.


The coyote whimpered and whined, Teddy could hear the word 'ow' alot from the boys lips. However the young warrior was taken aback when the coyote began to cry. Big clear tears ran down his muzzle and into the snow. Pity and disgust rose in him simultaneously- Teddy was told never to cry. And he had stuck by this, for the young warrior had never cried since he was old enough to know about consequences. However, the Code rose up before him and he almost winced against his fathers coming blow. It took him a moment to realise that his father was not there. However, the coyote was defenseless and weak and unarmed. He should not be attacking him. On the other hand, the coyote had intruded on Anathema land, and when asked to leave he had stared at Teddy like he had no idea what he was saying.


However, the next two words resolved Teddy's conflicted mind. Although he was often described, by himself, as a cold blooded killer, there was certainly a difference between this and a warrior. Teddy had been raised to be a warrior and not a killer. It was the warrior side to him that had seriously considered dragging the coyote over Anathema's borders and simply leaving him there, no more harmed than he was now. However, the word 'Inferni' brough forth the mental and physical snarls and Teddy was once again in the coyote's face. He reached forward and tugged at the coyote's ripped ear, hearing it tear once more.


”So Inferni sent you to spy on us did they? What a nice little welcome...”


Teddy snarled before gripping the coyote's arm and allowing his claws to sink into the matted fur and skin. If he had felt pity for the coyote before he felt only fury now. Crouching down in front of the intruder Teddy allowed his teeth to slowly come forward and close over the muzzle of the coyote. He sunk his teeth into the boys nose, closing his powerful jaws till Teddy could feel the coyote's small teeth against his own. Tugging once with his mouth, blue eyes remained cast away from the boys.



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If the coyote had yelped when Theodore's fangs had penetrated his muzzle the warrior didnt know. All he heard was the insistence that this was Inferni land. Despite his whole mouth covering the coyote's the dark warrior felt his muzzle scrunch in an angry snarl. This was Anatheman land and he was trespassing. He was going to die today, by his own paw he felt sure of it. There was something thrilling about having the power to do this. Hot red blood ran down Teddy's throat and settled in his stomach. Though irony and tangy it didnt settle well in his stomach. Unlike deer and rabbit blood, his body wanted to reject the coyote blood that lay in his stomach. He was about to release his iron-grip on the dusty creatures muzzle when the pale streak he hadnt seen came to a stop. Naniko's angry voice came forward and Teddy knew the kill was no longer his.


With rough harshness Teddy wrenched his fangs from the coyote's muzzle. His black muzzle was hardly stained with blood but when he flashed his teeth at the coyote on the ground his fangs were dripping with crimson blood. He barely heard what Naniko said, his anger pulsing in his ears so that anything the creature may or may not have said. However blue eyes did not see the pathetic creatures mouth move and therefore deduced that he had not spoken. Naniko's last words got through to him and he allowed blue eyes to connect with green for a few seconds. This was an enormous thing they were about to do, but it was fair and just that they kill him. He gave a nod before adding.


”As you wish. Go for his heart”



He spoke in a low growl. Tail flickered once as he watched Naniko's every move. She was his superior and it was her pack, so it was her right to kill the creature. Still Theodore felt the unbelievable wave of anger that he was unable to kill the coyote himself. He had found him, he had dragged him out here and it should be him to kill the coyote. But Naniko was his superior, he would not cross her lest he be subject to her poison tipped dagger. Blue eyes were growing wider as he waited for the final blow from the white queen when he heard a squeel from behind. Head whipped around and he took in two puppies, one as dark as he was and the other a rustic brown. He was about to snarl at them to go away, but felt this was also Naniko's duty. If she wanted her son to see this, it was her perogative. He licked his lips once before turning back, waiting once more.


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