OOC: Alright, so the main goal for this raid is to find the Utinas, but we will not be able to capture them in this thread--still, cause some mayhem NO fires or destruction of CD territory this time around :< Fighting is to be expected and may be done with some pre-plotted planning, but most of it will likely be without planning since everyone may gang up on one another at a moment's notice. Thus, please be fair and realistic when posting.
All AniWayan PNPC's are participating. Feel free to powerplay them, maul them, CD's and AW's alike.
As for capturing, there can only be two CD members captured, and one has already been decided, so the first CD member to post in their OOC section that they want to be captured will be it. ALSO! Keep in mind the territory's size and where things are located. The river that the Guardians come in through is on the other side from the manor, so unless your character is super-stealthy, reaching the manor undetected is highly unlikely. A map of CD can be found here.
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It was time.
The canoes that they had made were well-built, but they were lucky that there had already been three in the storage for use, what with all the extra wolves and space they would need. There were only two or three wolves to a canoe, and going down the broad river by the light of the stars was perhaps the easiest thing that needed to be done, since the river's sloshing waves covered any sounds of the oars dipping in and out of the water. At the head sat Wematin, brown eyes scanning for any movement. At his signal they would dock the canoes and prepare their search, although--with them being so deep in the Crimson Dreams territory--there was no guarantee of a completely silent operation.
In the canoe with him was Shadi, who paddled on the right as another--a new wolf named Armis--did the left, and, spotting no one, Wematin raised his hand and threw it forward. At once the canoes swept for the edge of the river, and everyone disembarked. Keme--his grizzly spirit guide--stood waiting by the river's edge, the same resolve evident in his eyes as was his charge. Some of the other Guardians brought spears, others bows, and some knives--all as 'insurance', of course. He bet that the Crimson Dreamers never expected intruders by the river, and when all was said and done, they could get away faster because of their cunning. Everyone knew their objectives--find the Utinas and bring them back for justice--and so with a stern, final look, Wematin shifted into his secui form--his most powerful. Stealth was not a lost art to the Galonv Adagatiya, so he did not howl or make any other noise other than his heavy paws thudding on the ground as he ran into the territory, following the stronger scents to perhaps where they all slept--and where the Utinas were perhaps staying as well. Behind him a few other Guardians were following close behind, but everyone was expected to split up in small groups to widen the search area. After all, the longer they were in the territory, the longer their chances of failure were.
Word Count → 279 :: I hope it's alright if I go ahead and respond first. :3
Because he was still much a child, it was not unusual that Tony was wide awake and about at this time of night. While many of the elders slept peacefully in their dens, the manor, or elsewhere, the young Iuvenis was trailing away from the windmill and making his way to the westernmost edge of the pack’s territory. His lupus form granted him faster travel, and it wasn’t long before the windmill was left far behind and the river drew nearer.
It was most likely lucky timing and coincidence that he had happened to come across the invading AniWayans. Surely if they would have came any other night Tony would have also been awake, but they would not have found him standing in their way if they had made their unlawful breach of borders the prior night, when he had spent his time under the stars at Riuione Beach.
Though it was dark, the August sky was almost all but cloudless. The moon above was not nearly full, but offered illumination regardless. The mass of unknown wolves instantly sent off a red alert in the boy, as golden ochre eyes swept over their weapons and the look of determination in their eyes. Though Tony wanted nothing more than to be a hero, he was smart enough to realize he would not be able to stop them alone. Instead, he turned his back on them and ran as fast as his feet would allow, calling out to his fellow pack members and alerting them all to the armed intruders. He did not stop when his message was finished, and instead continued to repeat his beacon like a blaring tornado siren.
It was time. The previous day had been perhaps a bit of a disaster, but there was nothing they could do about it. The meeting had gone as good as they had planned for- almost none of the 'original' AniWayans wanted anything to do with this search and rescue mission. Nahele had been dispatched after the meeting for a special mission of his own, which he had executed with perfect precision. The little princess was tied and locked in a run down cottage, gagged so she couldnt speak out. It had been so easy to lure her there that Nahele wondered if she even had a brain. The excitement of fulfilling his masters wishes, and fulfilling them well was still coursing through his veins, despite the fact that the deed had been completed the night before. He'd slept fitfully, Hania trying to snooze on his chest and only constricting his breathing. He'd woken early, patrolling the borders on the lookout for trouble. In all fairness, trouble was less likely to come from outside as it was in. He could feel the negative tension in the air and his fingers itched to loose a few arrows into those that would scorn Maska so openly. Like little Ayasha... she desrved to be silenced like a good tribe female.
The canoe slipped easily through the water behind Wematin and Shadi's own. He could see another figure in there, but he had no idea who it was. They'd rounded up a few loners over the past couple of days and crafted them into Guardians. Nahele had found himself in the front of the second canoe, one of the newest Guardian's behind him. He hadn't spoken to the wolf yet, but a few muttered words revealed his name was Jaegar. That was enough for Nahele to know- he cared little about what their names were. As long as they could fight, and as long as they were willing to do as they were told, that was all that mattered. Dull gold eyes flashed softly in the night air as he heard the soft 'shuck' of Wematin's canoe slid onto the river banks. With a soft signal, he motioned for Jaegar and whoever else was behind him to do the same. Their canoe pulled up beside Wematin's as the dark haired man got out.
While the male chose to work in his secui form, Nahele knew that he would not be able to stay in his element if he was on all fours. His black-cloaked body thrummed with excitement as he strode out of the canoe, tieing it swiftly to a nearby tree to keep it from floating away. His chest expanded, feeling the familiar constraints of the bowstring in its rightful place across his body. Soon he would slip if off and perhaps use it. He was well aware that they were not here to cause open fighting, but he also knew that there was a chance these idiots would attempt to protect the fugatives they harbored. Bounding forward to Wematin's side, across from Shadi who looked truely terrifying with her knife, taking up his mantel and moving forward into the Dreamers territory.
They're raid, however, wasn't going to be a sneaky one. Perhaps it was just bad luck, or the spirits had guided the boy towards them. But the group hadnt moved too far from the banks of the river when the rustle of the trees around them alerted them to the presence of a boy. Cloaked in dark fur, the only visible attribute to the male was the sharp golden eyes. Nahele felt the bloodlust rise in him and he glanced towards Hania, who for once was not perched atop his head. The margay stalked forward, visible for the first time since arriving in AniWaya. Before either of them could react, the pup had turned tail and head for home. Not too long later, the call began to echo through the lands- he'd sounded the alarm.
Although it was quite late into the night the warrior found himself engulfed in a book. Leaning back in his comfy chair he flipped through the pages that explained the education system of the humans. It seemed to be rather flawed for a program entrusted with young ones. At this time of night the Library was barren except for the odd scamper of little mice feet on the wooden floors. He read by the light of an oil lantern, which he had retrieved from a Halifax shop quite some time ago. His peace was shattered by a continuous howl. ‘Tony!’ The voice was unmistakable. Alarm and confusing spun through Jazper’s mind as he quickly jumped to his feet.
Rushing to action the Centurio Hurried to the painting, which lead to his collection of weapons and human merchandise. His fingers shook as he turned the number lock, “Shit.” He swore as he pulled on the frame and it didn’t move,. Adjusting the numbers one more time he yanked the frame open and rushed to his weapon storage. As fast as his hands could move he began he prepared for war. Strapping a belt around his waist he loaded on a couple of daggers on the front and two smaller swords on each side. Running back up the stairs he swung his own medieval styled heavy sword onto his back.
His feet moved quickly Tony’s frame never leaving his mind. As he ran the warriors ears perked up and his tail remained raised with alarm. He could still hear Tony’s howl as it continued to raise the alarm. Instincts kicking in the father joined his son’s alarm, allowing his own deep to to cut through the night air. He had to reach his son. Whoever caused the alarm had clearly frightened the boy enough to continue his call and Jazper was ready to defend the land with his life.
Edit: Silvano will find Claudius, but others are welcome to try and apprehend him or notice him 8D
Claudius had been agitated and uncomfortable for the entire canoe ride to the Crimson Dreams territory. Maska had not taken him up his offer to scout the territory ahead, so had had been forced to go along with the plan as if he agreed with it. He could not believe he was doing this, but he knew that even in the midst of battle, he might be able to cause enough chaos to ensure that the Utinas were not captured. He did not want to think of what Maska and his goons would do to them if they were caught, and so, Claudius was determined to help him however he could.
When the debarked the canoes, Wematin paused only long enough to assess the situation before he set off running. Claudius had to jump aside to ensure that he was not caught up in the whirlwind of movement, but he too was quickly running.
He quickly moved into the territory and noticed a young black wolf with golden-yellow eyes speeding away deep into the packlands. Perfect. He glanced over at Wematin and then set off to follow the wolf. It gave him the perfect cover from Wematin to charge into the packlands and try to warn the others, just like he was, and perhaps even convince someone that he wasn’t their enemy. He could only hope he would be in time. If he could, he would have liked to see Crimson Dreams evacuate completely; this was not a war worth fighting.
He struggled to keep up with the wolf, for he clearly knew the lands better than he. He was not used to running at such a ferocious pace and in such a new form. He pushed himself to keep up, hoping that he would lead him somewhere useful so he could explain what was going on and what his role in all of this would be.
Unfortunately, after a few minutes of chasing the wolf, Claudius found himself alone in the pack territory without a soul around. Crap, he thought. He clearly had not planned this very well.
I am open to Parker being captured if no one else wants to do it and Erin is okay with Parker being one of the captured CD wolves. Parker is doing a plot!thing, so she will be captured and then saved before she actually gets taken back to AniWaya. So capture away!
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Parker had been out and about because of a bout of insomnia. That and she enjoyed the peacefulness of nighttime. It meant that everyone else was asleep and the world was quiet. She enjoyed the quiet, which was why she was so often silent. There was rarely a reason to break that sacred emptiness with the cadence of words. Very often, she found that others broke the silence just to hear themselves talk. It seemed far rarer that they really had something of importance to say. When the Sadira girl spoke, it was with a weighted care that reflected her intelligence. Each word prepared and pronounced carefully, with a clear reason. She would never ramble. It seemed silly to her when others had so many words pouring out of their mouths, like a waterfall. Though usually far less pretty than that natural wonder.
So it was that when noises broke her silence, the blond girl froze. Each muscle went rigid, her ears snapping backward in alarm, then forward with even more alarm. The voice was familiar - one of her cousins, Tony - and the reason for his shouting was even more concerning. Something was there, something bad, something that wished her pack harm. With a silent frown, she began to run away from the river bank. With the message baying across the packland, accompanied by Jazper's own concerned noise, she could barely think. It was too much noise for what had begun as such a peaceful night. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she ran, but not from exertion; Parker Sadira was afraid for her pack, for her parents, for her family, and even for herself.
The girl jumped nimbly through the pack lands. This was her home, she knew it far better than any interloper who might come. Parker scented her cousin on the wind, but he had dashed into the darkness of the forest, still calling his message of warning. She was so focused on trying to move toward the Manor that she had neglected to pay as much attention to her surroundings as she should have. Parker Sadira was far closer to the interlopers than she knew, far closer than was safe. Already, the intruders could be close by where she ran. As she ran home, her bright coat flashed like a beacon in the night that was lighting someone's way to her... unfortunately, it could very easily be the wrong someone.
:O Shadi has entered the scene! Geyadahi is visible.
Her cloak settled around her on the boat, Shadi smiled slowly, fangs glinting in the moonlight. This was what she had awaited since arriving in the pathetic pack of AniWaya -- a chance to be able to fight, to hurt someone. To cut. Fingering the steel blade she held, the sharpness putting a tiny cut onto her fingertip, she smiled. It would be so easy to just kill someone now, but it would be unadvisable.
Killing allies only brought more trouble than she needed, and trouble wasn't something she wanted. No repurcussions, no one telling her afterward that she was a monster and that she had hurt someone too badly. It had happened before and not wanting it to again, Shadi didn't bother with injuring people. She just tried to kill them, and no one could complain about it, because dead men couldn't say anything different from her story.
Geyadahi sat on her lap, barely restraining a growl of pleasure as the canoe cut smoothly through the water. As soon as it alighted, Wematin left and became Secui. Stepping out of the boat herself, the dark red of her cloak reminded her of blood briefly as it swirled around her in the night breeze. She wouldn't assume her other forms, not yet anyway. There would be plenty of time to hurt someone with teeth and claws later, after her knives got their thirst sated.
The wolverine trundeled along beside her, her form low and compact. She had told Shadi earlier of her planned attempt to harm the Utinas' spirit guides. While Shadi didn't approve of Geya's need to hurt them -- feeling that spirit guides were neccesary to tribal life -- she supposed that if it happened, it would happen. She had little control over Geya's actions, and the creature only did what everyone else here wanted to do.
Ignoring the single tiny misgiving she had, Shadi glided forward behind Wematin and noticed a small pup staring at them. He had fur dark as night and golden eyes much like her own. As he sped off and howled loudly, another howl occurred and then another.
The stuttering imbecile sped off after the pup, perhaps proving himself and his loyalty to the tribe. Stepping quickly after them, Shadi growled almost silently and pointed in the direction the pup went. Geya obeyed quickly, running faster than her form would suggest. Sheathing her knife against her thigh, she started to run after the two wolves and the wolverine, intending on silencing the annoying pup. Hopefully she wouldn't get sidetracked.
The Consul had been asleep when the first howl roused her from her slumber. At first there was the confusion that came from being unexpectedly awoken but as another, louder call echoed in her ears the alphess of Crimson Dreams snapped into clarity. Something was wrong, very wrong. A growl rumbled in her throat as she quickly urged her body into its seldom-used secui form, the dark rage that lingered in her subconscious stirring in the process. For now it was held at bay, but the Italian had learned how to reach for it when it could be useful. She had a bad feeling before the night was out she would have good cause to call upon that frightening power of her's. After the transformation was complete Savina burst from her room and ran down the stairs to exit the mansion. She threw her head back to join voices with her nephew and Jazper. She called for her wolves to awaken and for those who could, to come and fight.
The Marino came out into the warm night air and started to run in the same direction that her Centurio had left in. She knew he would be rushing to find his son and she knew their best to chance to throw back whatever was coming for them would be if they all stood strong together. As she ran, in the back of her mind she wondered if this had anything to do with the exiled AniWayans that Anu had informed her had sought sanctuary here. Why would they attack her pack for harboring those that they had cast out though? It would make no sense. Savina did not ponder it overmuch as she felt the wind on her face and her nose worked to catch whatever unfamiliar scents she was sure to detect any moment now.
ooc Hope you don't mind me taking up the offer to capture Parker!
Thel Solitaire
So this is what it was all about, huh? Like many, the man had been recently initiated into AniWaya as a Guardian, a new policing force. He thought it was strange that the pack had recruited so many outsiders to be their protection, but it all became clear the moment Thel received orders about the raid. So there was something more happening here. No matter... Maska had been the one to promise him his desires, which were few, and so long as he was on the side that would get him these things, he would remain loyal muscle.
The canoes made only the faintest of sounds as they neared the banks. Thel glanced around as he rowed, peering at each shadowed face and knowing none of them. Sure, these were his fellow ranksmen and he had seen them at gatherings and meetings, but he didn't know any of them. That would all change after tonight.
As the clock ticked on, the time to ponder came to an end. The leading canoes had made it to the shore, and now it was their turn. The keel scraped against soft ground, it was now too shallow to row anymore. Thel leaped out along with a comrade and dragged the canoe to shore. He did not take the boat too far up the banks, though, because soon they would need to make a hasty get-away. Guardians were springing from the banks in clusters and running toward their target. Once he had the vessel secured, Thel started to join the others when he suddenly realized how empty this area was.
After only a few yards the Optime slowed, glancing over his shoulder at the canoes he left behind. Was anybody going to stay with them? What if the Dreamers found them and seized them? They'd be screwed. He stopped and began to turn towards a hiding place in the brush when he heard the round of someone running. His hands shot to his belt and proffered the bullwhip and scimitar he armed himself with. He ducked low and his ears twitched, listening as the steps came closer. It was the wrong direction to be any of his men.
Soon he saw a tawny form jogging down the way. His brown eyes narrowed as he gauged the distance. He crouched and hid in the shadows, but if she got too close she would easily spot him. Hoping to utilize the element of surprise, he lashed the whip as she drew near, trying to ensnare and entangle the woman's feet.
Leon sat on the roof of the manor, contemplating the weapon he had picked up on his trip to Halifax, over two months ago. The weapon, a pole-arm with a curved blade on one end, was known to the humans as a 'Naginata', apparently from across the seas. In the time he had the weapon, he had practiced wielding it as he practiced his hunting and tracking skills. But he was still discontented with his lack of skill concerning his weapon.
And so, here he sat, considering how to use this. He rose to his feet and spun it in his right hand, then leveled it out, gripping the staff firmly as he set his feet in a wide stance. He put his left foot forward to execute a high sweep- and froze.
Coming from the west, the hunter heard the call to arms. He wasted no time in hoping off the roof of the manor, falling the distance to land in a crouch. He rose and took off towards the call, his new weapon leaned over his right shoulder as he sprinted at his maximum speed towards the calling Dreamer.
The Timber had just arrived at Koender Windmill when he heard the howl pass him to his right. He turned his head and listened carefully to the receding howl for a moment before turning back to the west. Whatever was here had forced the Dreamer to flee back towards the manor. Leon didn't quite know what to expect out in the woods, but he did know this; Something was invading his home, and he was going to find it, and if within his strength, kill it. He crossed the Mill's yard and entered the forest, moving slowly, allowing his natural dark coat to turn him into a shadow as he covered the naginata’s blade with its cloth wrapping, allowing his hunting instincts to take over. After all, that what this was all about until battle was joined.
reading over wematin's ooc part, i assume its okay for me to post again! nahele is an extremely good shot, but of course its dark and he could miss. it would be cool if a few hit their targets, but its totally up to the players to decide! Nahele is intending to hit Savina and carry on his way into CD territory.
He should have known that their invasion would not go unnoticed. It always was never the time to put a halt on the howls ringing through the land and tell them that they were only here for the Utinas. Nayati could stay as far as Nahele was concerned although the bowman had unfinished business to attend to with that certain outcast. It was the pups they especially wanted, as well as the females the male had taken with them. Of course, Nahele loved a bit of trouble now and again, but they couldnt very well stop what everyone was doing to tell them they were only here for them. They would simply have to continue on the course that the raid had taken, even if it did include all of Crimson Dreams alerted to their presence. He had no idea where they were and he had no idea which way the defenders were coming from. If it were the other way round, Nahele would have rounded up every able body and arranged them in one attack line so that everyone was in one place. Of course, this wasnt his battle, it was the Dreamers.
The bow felt light in his hands as dull gold eyes moved to watch shadows approaching. The first didnt make sense but he shot at it anyway- a large dark creature with a sunburst over its eye (Jazper). He had no idea whether the arrow hit its target before another target presented itself. A pale female, seemingly completely lost and confused. Perhaps she was an innocent, but he cared very little. He took aim towards her left arm, releasing the arrow with a whistling twang of the bowstring. He didnt stop to see whether it hit as he had with his first target. There was a large dark creature looming towards them and Nahele changed targets. He didnt get to loose his arrow towards the green eyed female before a paler male made his presence known. Dull gold eyes locked on to him and he changed his target shooting towards Leonard with deadly precision. He didnt have time to see whether it hit or not before Hania told him to move one way.
He shifted, feeling wind rush past his black cloaked body as something hurtled by him. He had no idea what it was. However, there was some unfinished business to attend to. Golden eyes locked onto the female with the bright green eyes and he lunged forward. He had no time to think about what he was doing as he swung his bow over his back, snug against his chest. Arms moved almost as if to catch her on his way past although his intentions were to knock her out at the very least. Precise and to the point, he aimed a punch towards her face, the momentum of his hit carrying him forward and further into the territory. He had no idea if he'd managed to knock her flying or whether he'd even managed to get past her or not. The confusion of the night only made his blood sing with the choas they were here to create.
The silver lady’s small frame stood against the door of Magic’s stall, breathing in the familiar scent of hay and oats that accompanied the stable. She always wished her horse goodnight before retiring to her bedroom, and on clear summer nights like this she often stayed later than intended and just look out at the starry sky through the stable door. The stallion’s even breaths were sometimes enough to lull her to sleep, but tonight was different; she felt more restless than usual, for some reason. Her violet eyes glanced outside again and could barely see the outline of the manor, not too far off from the wooden building where she stood. The window of the library glowed dimly from a lantern light; she chuckled softly, guessing that Jazper was staying up late to read one of his books.
Her amusement was interrupted by a distinct howl—one of the Marino boys, it sounded like—that pierced the steady silence that Pixie had gotten so used to. The howl was repeated, and after a while was joined by two others, but she didn’t need to hear it again to know that something was wrong. Swiftly unlocking the stall door, she let out a short bark to alert Magic, who was already startled by the howling and only got more so by the bark. He skittered towards the back corner of his stall, whinnying nervously. “Come on, Magic, now is not the time to be skittish,” she growled. But the horse refused to budge. Sighing in frustration, she raised a paw and lightly grazed the stallion’s belly with her claws. That did the trick; he bolted out of the stall door and halted shortly, his huge body turning this way and that as he tried to find a way out of the tiny stable.
After she managed to calm him down a little with some gentle but rushed words, Pixie quickly looked around for any sort of objects she could arm herself with and settled on one of the hoof picks she kept by the door. They were made from short metal bars she had found in Halifax, bent about one-third of the way down so she could use it to clean out the dirt and muck that got trapped on her horse’s hooves. They weren’t the ideal weapon of choice, especially since the ends of them were quite blunt, but she didn’t trust herself to handle a knife or a sword and she wouldn’t be able to find one quickly enough anyways. If need be, she could shift into Secui form, which would be her more ideal style of fighting.
As she led her horse out of the stable as quickly as she could without spooking him enough to take off on his own, a huge figure ran past her towards where the howl was coming from. She recognized him immediately as Jazper, both by his size and how ridiculously armed he was compared to her single hoof pick; through the dark, she could see the gleam of a huge sword as well as several smaller weapons strapped to his waist. Muttering to herself about never learning how to properly use so much as a butter knife, Pixie noticed another, four-legged form run after Jazper; the barely-visible dark fur had her guessing that it was Savina. Quickly she mounted her steed and sped off after them.
They were far behind the others, but the stallion could go much faster than any of those on foot, and Pixie managed to keep her packmates in sight. As they got closer to the river and the emerging shadows of the intruders, she saw another pale form that she recognized as another Dreamer, a young male, one she had seen before but had never taken the time to get to know very well; she wasn’t even sure of his name. Then she could make out the figure of a wolf raising his bow, and as she got closer she could see several arrows flying towards her packmates before the archer made his way towards Savina. Her eyes locked on the attacker with a fury that she had never felt quite like before, she urged her horse to go as quickly as possible. His long strides swiftly covered the distance between them and the fight, and as the wolf raised his arms up, Magic galloped up right next to him, skidding to a stop a foot away. Neighing loudly, the stallion rose up on his back legs before his rider could stop him, his front hooves pawing the air in front of him. Pixie was gripping onto his neck for dear life and burying her face into his mane, rendering her incapable of seeing what her horse was doing. She did know that if Magic managed to catch the archer with one of his hooves, it could mean broken bones, a concussion, or worse. At the very least, if the hooves just managed to nick the wolf, it could mean an open wound or him getting knocked out.
THIS. IS. SPARTA! >:O My next few posts have been specifically pre-plotted, so please no fighting interruptions ^^ I'll post when our pre-plotted fight has ended.
Their whole element of surprise--ruined by a pup. Wematin did not break his stride, but he did growl low in his throat as he heard the sounds of alarm reach a fever pitch. Soon the entire territory would be awake, and Wematin had almost reached the edge of the lake with another Guardian who went by the name of Wisteria. Much time had already passed since their arrival, and still the Manor was a fair ways away. The Galonv Adagatiya heard the noises of battle back by the canoes and hoped that those who had stayed could defend it well enough. Or rather, they better; it was their duty. Wisteria heard a noise off to the right and chased after it, and Wematin did not think it was wrong--or really care. At this point it was a fight, not a retrieval mission. The true Guardians from the Great Tribe were trained killing machines, so Wematin could only count on that the newer Guardians had been trained enough by him, Nahele, and Shadi.
The sound of clinking metal hit the secui man's ears, and very quickly he dove into the bushes to hide amongst the shadows like he was so skilled in doing. From birth he had been trained to do this duty, and he did not plan on messing up now. The clinking of metal was worrying--metal meant weapons and armor--and most of his Guardians were not as heavily equipped. Stealth, speed, and strength over burdensome equipment; that was the way he saw it. His brown eyes sought out the source of the noise in the darkness, the clinking getting louder and louder. Soon, a similarly black wolf came into sight, but Wematin was pleased to see Nahele send a soaring arrow towards the man who was geared with all the metal. Wematin did not see if the arrow hit or not, but in the moment of distraction that the other male experienced he leaped out, claws outstretched and a rumbling snarl released from his throat. His pounce landed straight on, pinning the metal man by the shoulders. Even though the man was huge, Wematin's secui body matched him in mass well enough to put up a fair fight.
His eyes saw the glint of a sword in the man's hand, but luckily it seemed to spin out of the man's hands out of his surprise. To get the upper hand, Wematin quickly speared his sharp jaws to disable the man's fighting ability--i.e., he bit the shoulder and clamped down hard. If he couldn't use his arm, he couldn't use the sword.
OOC: A little PPing to keep our battle short Once again, please no interruptions between Jaz and Wem.
WC:500
The night was filled with confusion, himself being thrown right into the center as he rushed towards his boy’s howling call, his own voice drawing his son towards him. It all happened very quickly. Savina’s own voice answered the male’s call and Jazper became silent, allowing his alpha’s call to battle be heard. It was not long until he could hear her large four-legged form close behind him, and then the others began to rally. There were a few other two-legged creatures moving behind him. There was no telling who was out there until they drew close enough to be identified. The darkness helping Jazper to blend into the environment, his pitch black coat fading into the dark night leaving the yellow tattoo as a beaker to all those who caught a glimpse. He began to slow, over whelm by a wave of smells.
Shock filled his body at the smell of their neighboring pack. There was no way that Aniwaya would start a war, especially not with his own peaceful Dreamers. There was no time to think about the matter though because as he slowed, engulfed by his own emotions about the attacking pack he released a loud growl of pain. An arrow from his side had skimmed his skin, leaving a straight cut across his shoulder, which began to bleed. “Arrows!” He called in warning as he tucked himself behind a tree, reaching behind himself to draw the large sword off of his back.
It was in this moment that he began to hear the rustling of trees, the intruders, and see his son running at the front only to be blocked by a sudden charge of a large horse. Although the Knight had a particular bias against horses he was happy to see Magic, hoofs swiping the air at the archer that had almost hit him. Looking around he hoped the archer had missed his pack mates. His moment of safety was quickly ripped from him as a large Halfling pushed him down. It was difficult for Jazper to hide his surprise, as it would take a large foe to push him down.
Blocking his face from the jaws of the dark blur of fur mixed with shining white teeth the warrior dropped his large sword just in time to feel the teeth dig into the side of his shoulder. A yelp of pain bursts from his muzzle and the warrior became desperate. Shoving his already scarred forearm forward his grabbed a dagger from the front of his belt and shoved it into the attackers left shoulder, giving him a matching battle wound. Seizing his opponent’s moment of pain Jazper began to roll, pushing his weight into a spin away from the fuss of the battle. As he wrestled and spun he found the strength to push the large male off of his chest, leaving both dark males on the ground. Grunting with heavy breaths he pushed himself up and began to look around, searching for his sword. It had to be around somewhere. Glancing at other male he grabbed two more daggers from his belt but his left arm lay limp in pain, it would be difficult to fight with the arm, he could feel his warm blood dripping down already.
Since there are more CD members that wish to participate we're changing the posting (aw, cd, aw, cd) order, If someone hasn't replied in 2 days, skip that pack's round... & please be conscientious and respectful as always!
& Anu is sticking close behind Savi, as back up. Since she's not so much a fighter. XD [html]
Had this been what she was waiting for? Her sleep was light, restless and she often awoke to the sounds of war in her dreams. But this is what she knew would come, deep down in back of her mind she had worried for the Utina family. Worried for Crimson Dreams. Anu stood at the sound, having curled atop of her bed in her four legged form. The sound of the alarmed howl ringing in her ears. Though the call was a mere whisper as it pierced the walls of Haven Manor. Blue eyes glanced at the door, cracked as always, and she felt the heavy horror of what was to come begin to strangle her heart. She jumped from her bed, entered the hall and tipped her head to bring the sound through the corridors of the house as the sound paws pounding over the wooden floors and more angered calls filled her head.
She ran down the stairs, out the door and sang again along side the chorus of the rest of her family. Deep, cautious, she reached out to call the pack together to defend their home and those who sought sanctuary within their borders. It would be no surprise that the Dreamers would retaliate and defend themselves against the intruders. When her nose lowered Anu took to the west, heading towards the sound. Lithe body moved over the lands she had lived in for years, but never had to defend in such a way.
The woman was no warrior, she couldn't carry a weapon if she knew how to grip it. But the female chased after the tails of her pack mates, the sight of the midnight alphess that she served dashing through the night. Anu followed, unsure what she could do but hoping that she could help in anyway possible. They were from the tribe, their scent standing out against the tranquil familiarity of the Dreamers. She snarled with anger, choosing to stay close to Savina if she needed her but did not engage with the intruders head on.
apologies for any unintentional PP, let me know if anything needs to be changed. Also I saw posting order is now open if that is incorrect feel free to delete this as I have it saved.
The sable and brown youth awoke in his room. Howls resounding in the air, growing steadily close. More voices joined the first. Cutting through the grogginess that fogged youth’s mind, but it was Savina’s voice that instantaneously snapped the boy’s mind to the here and now. They were under attack. Fear struck him first at the realization and the gears in his mind instantly turned towards his mother. He rushed from his room into the main room his family shared. ”Mom?! Where are you? Get up, something is wrong!” He called out towards the door to her room. Not sure if she was on the other side of the cracked door. ”Oak?” Dark ears and blue eyes shifted to the door to his brothers room. For a few seconds the young man did not not know what to do. He stood in the center of the room, looking anxiously from door to door for a moment, before he heard his mom's once voice call out in the hallway.
His Alphess and Mother had called for the manor to awaken and those of able body to come and fight. Though the boy was riddled with fear and doubt of his own ability to be of any help. If he was going to be of any use to his pack he had to answer the call and so he mustered what courage he had to steel his resolve. He had never before used the halfling form, but he knew his lupus would be too light; as it was lithe and built for speed. Closing his eyes the boy concentrated on the unpracticed change that would give him added muscle and bulk. After a few precious minutes the change was complete and the young man charged down the stairs of the upper level of the manor and out into the the night to join the front lines.
300+ Yay Gen can post <3 - I wasn't sure how to phrase this well, Tammi..
Silvano heard the cries and he heard the noise. He heard shouting in the manor, roars and growls. His eyes were weary as he rubbed at them, having finally gotten a couple of hours of sleep in that night. It was rough being awoken so soon after he laid himself to rest; sleep would not find him again for a long time after. He wondered what the noise was about as he rose, still groggy. But then the calls of others in the manor roused him faster, as he focused on what they said. The howl came in clear and the young man grabbed at his scavenged knife immediately. It was too small to really be useful against anyone bigger than him, but Silvano was pretty big himself. The knife was just in case. It was lethal enough in the right part of an opponent's body.
He understood what this meant. He was not young and book taught him enough. The warning in the voice forced him to move. He heard Cypress calling for his mother, but the Sadira did not know if she was still abed. If she heard the call, she might already be on her way. There was no reason to look for Savina either; she was definitely out. Silvano got out of the house, onto the porch, and sniffed the air. He could smell his mother heading one way, following Jazper, he thought. The smells of strangers were thin on the air but they were there. None had reached the manor yet. And hopefully, none would.
Silvano followed the scents, but found one, nearby that was clearly lost in the land he was invading. Silently, he slipped into the shadows, following silently after the lost pale invader. He wasn't sure who he was, but until he knew, he was a hostile in his home and he would be dealt with properly. As he followed, circled, watched, the Sadira saw a coil of rope laying around nearby, hanging off of a fence. It was probably going to be used in the orchard, for a young tree. But the youth saw its use and took it, as he continued on.
This is the post where the pre-plotted part ends...I think? XD Alli, what form is Anu in? :X
Wematin felt the bite of metal in his shoulder and rolled off quickly, only grunting to acknowledge his pain. Howling and whimpering was a sign of weakness, he had been taught, so he had been trained to forget the screams of pain. Still, he was mortal, and the open wound that freely bled soaked the dirt where he rolled off, quickly righting himself to face his opponent. He had tried to keep his jaws locked in the other male's shoulder before, but the optime had rolled, and keeping a bite steady wasn't easy when your head and neck were being pressured by momentum.
The other male's left arm hung with non-use as Wematin's own left shoulder ached. Although the Guardian favored it, he endeavored not to display it as openly. The other male brandished two daggers his way and in response Wematin snarled before rushing towards him. At the last moment he feinted to the right--his good side--and used his still-able leg to push off towards the side of the man, aiming to at least barrel him down. At the same time he felt his shoulder hit, the black man heard the cry of dominance and anger--a cry unmistakable as that of the alpha's. It was ingrained into every wolf's blood to recognize the scent, look, and call of an alpha, and so when Wematin rolled off his opponent--hopefully leaving another few scratch marks and maybe some bruises--he ran towards them, escaping his previous target in the thick underbrush.
A tactic in war was to disable the alphas, and then the pack would follow. Strangely that had not happened in AniWaya, but they couldn't very well have threatened Dawali with death and expected his tribe to follow. Here, it was different. It may not have been the original objective, but getting collateral on the Dreamers was now ideal. He began his slightly awkward run towards the alpha--and her second, it appeared--and although his left shoulder had stopped bleeding so profusely, it still ached and seeped red. He howled to his other colleagues, sending out the message to where he had located the alphas and to concentrate all efforts there. Finding the Utinas among this mess would be impossible, so they would need to trust his judgement on this one. If Nahele or someone could distract the secui female--the alpha, and one who Wematin doubted he could best as he was then--Wematin could go for the second and order a retreat. At this point, a leader was far more valuable than runaways.
This is kinda Giselle's entry and exit all at once, since she's going off to find help at CdM shortly after.
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When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
The ivory damsel had gone to bed early, with her head on her desk and a book laid open. Her hair showered around her, as her body twitched in its unnatural sleeping position. Her dreams were only fit for what was to come - they were frightful nightmares of darkness, destruction, and eyes being gouged out by a raven. When it approached with its haunting red eyes and cawed at the pale girl, Giselle awoke gasping for air. Ears twitched at the sudden noises and shuffles that occurred both inside and outside the mansion, and could tell from behind her closed door that something was terribly wrong.
Dressing swiftly, she swung the door open to her room to see several wolves moving about. "Wh-what's going on?" She questioned aloud, but over the roars and howls of those present she could not be heard. Pressing a hand to her lips worriedly, the mahogany haired female glanced outside the nearest window, to see several Dreamers - armed with anything they could find - venturing into the darkness of the night. Light hued, wide eyes watched in horror as pack members dressed in gear and held several weapons of.. of..
"War." Giselle finished her thought under her breath, and her body began to shake. She had only ever read of war and how terrible it was, but this would be the young woman's first experience with it. Though she wasn't even looking into the eyes of the enemy - she didn't know who the enemy was - her body froze in fright. A yell in the distance startled her, and she turned sharply to see another Dreamer exit the comfort of the Manor and enter the darkness beyond. The girl even thought she heard someone mentioning AniWaya... was that family that sought shelter in trouble? Were there savages after the innocent family?
'Elle knew she had to do something, anything, to help. But she could not fight, and her only means of defense was her black frying pan. Thinking quickly, the petite girl rushed to her room and grabbed what little she could, and Tux moved to jump into the girl's low-hanging satchel. Quickly, Giselle looked around and called out for help - thinking it was best to find help elsewhere. But she would need a horse, and though she loved them she didn't have the slightest clue how to ride one. She first moved about the Manor, to rouse anyone who hadn't yet woken, her hands shaking as she flitted across halls and rapped on each door.
With each passing moment, though, her fears grew. By the time she came back to the top of the Manor steps, her eyes were misty colored. Dark hair flew as the female went back down the steps and sneaked away towards where the horses were kept. With a glance over her shoulder, tears were found already streaming down her cheeks. "Be careful." She whispered, hoping against hope no one would get hurt. It did not matter that night if it were a prince or a common wolf who would help - the Dreamers, and the innocent AniWayan family, needed saving.
Leon had travelled maybe a mile when he heard the chaotic sounds of battle break out. He was no stranger to the sound of large sized wolf conflicts, and he could hear several scuffles close to him. Very close. He froze for a moment, torn between rushing in to assist his comrades, or remain in the shadows and sneak behind the aggressors. But his indecision was shattered when he heard the call of alarm. And his stillness swapped for scrambling when he felt something slice through the back of his thigh.
The Timber grunted quietly as he heard something thump into the tree next to him. He dropped himself into a crouch and ducked around the tree, examining the wound. It was light by comparison to his abdomen, but it was slightly slow in straightening. Leon looked up from the wound and scanned his surroundings.
The first fight he noticed was a secui tackling a broad, heavily armed Dreamer. He was about to head over, when movement to his left caught his attention, and his eyes found a male wolf, bow slung on his back, rushing straight to Savina. Leon rose to his feet and prepared to dive right into the fight, but again, his keen eyes caught sight of something more troubling to him.
A little away from the growing skirmish, he saw a young male heading in the direction of the mansion. And he was being chased by another male, as well as a female, and a smaller creature. The fighter growled in frustration and took off in pursuit of the trio, using his intimate knowledge of the forest, as well as his natural speed to bring himself up just behind the trailing female. He noticed that though she still seemed on the trail of the boy, the other man was no longer in sight. He growled loudly and called out, ”Hold your ground and fight me, jūs prakeiktas bailys!” And rose his naginata in an aggressive posture.
NO fires or destruction of CD territory this time around :< Fighting is to be expected and may be done with some pre-plotted planning, but most of it will likely be without planning since everyone may gang up on one another at a moment's notice. Thus, please be fair and realistic when posting.
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Once again, please no interruptions between Jaz and Wem. 
