one mind, any weapon

one mind, any weapon

J'adore Austral

10-17-2011, 02:19 PM

Posting order: Free
PNPC's:

Cidnee Wemington, Female, Gray Wolf (DOB: January 11th, 2010) - (Killed by J'adore Austral)
Lanna Irving, Female, Eurasian Wolf (DOB: September 31st, 2008) - Please leave alive and relatively unharmed
Everyone can powerplay these two characters

Deaths: Cidnee, Whitechapel
Objective: Stop any Maska supports from either running away or joining the other skirmishes.
Geographical setting: Far outskirts of the Village

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OOC:: hai~ J'adore kills Cidnee here btw ^^

The time was nigh. Battle had fallen on the sleepy tribal lands and the Spaniard was ready. He had dressed himself for the occasion. Red and black war paint was decorated around his body. Red underlined his natural eye stripes and a large scarlet raven was painted onto his chest. Usually a master's brand but this was war and he was a warrior, he wished to bear the mark for this epic. To show his worth. 'Quera was painted too, the same shades as his master used rippled down his coat. Blood red dripped from under his eyes, creating a terrifying glow. Luz was marked, but not to the extent of the cremello. She lay in the shadows, training to kill using her weight and size, as her cremello counterpart was.

The Spaniard's knives were at his thighs, the staffs at his back. A bladed tomahawk rested in his hand as the stallion galloped forward. Rythmic beats sounded off as loudly as war drums. He was near the outskirts of the village, at a slowed pace when a voice called out. 'Hey!' It was a guardian, armed and ready for his attack. He frowned, sad that he had to use violence. But he let his had fall down, the tomahawk readied itself and slamed into the guardian's head, killing her instantly. He continued on his way. This was a war they would have to win. Not just for the dreamers and courtisans, but for the tribemates too.

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Adele Caraway

10-17-2011, 07:05 PM

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Adele the derp to the rescue, only to be needing rescue herself. She is figthing against Lanna Ivring(NPCP), which is not intended to die in this thread; I believe the NPCP is too run off into a different sub-thread to die? Adele is so hopeless, she needs help.

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Adele felt out of place among the chaos that she wadded through like a thick river. In all directions were yells of war and cries of pain, which twisted her heart─ did she knew the person who cried, will she ever get to learn of him or did he walk away with Death before she heard of his name and how he was as a person? She pressed softly against the chain of flowers that she wore as she speedily walked, keeping low and out of the already ensnarled battles; the whimsical girl was too naïve in a sense for war, for she even felt pain for the Guardians that “us” so strongly hated. She did not like these titles that she had become aware of over the few days, the distasteful “them”, Maska and Guardians, and the vengeful “us”, the ones who were pained by “them”. She solely wished for only “we”, together and not separated, like the chained flowers that clung to each other, falling apart if only one was disconnected. But Adele now knew she couldn’t wish for frivolous things, not now.

She saw a break in the groups running amuck, and dove into the opening. In the corner of her vision, she saw a man atop of a horse who knocked down a Guardian. Death seemed to sweetly sweep over the woman quickly, as if a blissing from pain that the damage would have surely caused, and was stilled before she even hit the ground. But, sudden movement caught her attention. Another Guardian had joined this particular fray, with some weapon in her hand. It was aimed high, straight for either the man or his horse, wherever it may land. Without quite thinking it through, she ran at the woman, surprisingly quick because of her slim size, and tackled her, knocking the weapon out of her hand before it was able to be released.

While the wolfess overcame her daze, Adele quickly picked up the pointed stick and, with little grace, threw it away from the warring crowd, where it stuck awkwardly in the ground away from the mass of people. The canine got over her shock faster than the Caraway hoped for, and barely had enough time to block a swing from the obviously stronger female, who had a body of a warrior. Rain’s training kicked in, and weaved from the woman’s blows, jabbing a left hook against her jaw that was clearly weak, for she did not expect the hit to land nor did she truly tried to harm her. The other sensed that she was holding back, and began to relentlessly aiming blows, Adele herself trying her best to block them.

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Soran Aatte

10-18-2011, 11:54 AM

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Oh hi guys! I would like Soran to kill Whitechapel if that's alright? I shall seperate Rain and Soran for this, as it's not fair to Rain's post count if I only post with Soran lol. WC: 613

Soran and Rain had been charging through the forray for a while, long legs taking them across the lands quickly. The sable Aedile was ready for this, she had been injured early in this turmoil by Wematin, the enormous grey male that had attacked her great granddaughter. So far she had seen so much turmoil, her granddaughter's mother and mate had been kidnapped, Jazper's daughter Fia had been kidnapped as well, these wolves were all as close to Soran as her own blood, she would not stand for such behaviour. The ebony mother was here today to settle some old scores. She had been furious whenshe had been at the last raid, she had been unable to help in any way it had transpired, but now her rage was focused, she was here to end this war once and for all, to protect her home, her family and her loved ones, she would defend them with her life. In one hand she carried the sword that she had found in the cupboard in her room, Jazper had taught her some basic fighting with it and she was fairly sure that she could combine it with her basic knowledge of martial arts that her former mate had taught her. Her other arm was tied up against her chest in a sling, the wound had been stitched and bandaged and was now across her chest, although there was a chance that she might be able to use it the muscle was not healed yet and it was too painful to use it. So instead the Aedile was using it as a sort of shield, the sling and arm covering most of her most vital targets. She watched the scene unfold before her, her silver eyed daughter standing at her side. The lady watched as all around there were screams of pain and fury, there was fighting all over the place, her attention was most focused on a male riding his horse, cutting a guardian down with a small axe with impressive speed. Another guardian moved to attack him and she noticed the younger female, a newcomer to Crimson Dreams intervene, she knew that this was the girl that her daughter had been tutoring in fighting, but it seemed that she might not cope alone.

The ebony female suddenly remebered the fighting that she had experienced in Syemv, when the Inferni coyotes had attacked her home land and driven them from their home, driving the pack to its knees, the green eyed Aedile was not about to see that happen once again, she could not bear the idea of Aniwaya gaining any more strength and driving Crimson Dreams from their home once again. The fury bubbled up into the sable female's chest as she watched the battling, she turned to her young daughter.
"You always thought that I was soft, watch how wrong you were little one." She said, a harsh smile crossing her lips. The female's sable ears flattened against her skull and she lifted her dark head in a cry of rage, the howl sounded across the lands and as it finished she lunged forwards, charging at the female who was engaged in a fight with Adele. She crossed the land quickly, her lips pulled back high away from her sharp, pointed teeth, rage flashing in her eyes. She lunged with the sword, slicing the top of the guardian's ear off neatly, which elicited a scream of rage and fury, the dark lady moved to have her back against Adele's, protecting her back in case of another attack. She raised her sword, eyes flashing with rage as she looked for the next inevitable attack.

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Rain Aatte

10-18-2011, 01:06 PM

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Rain is also here! WC: 552

As the battle raged around the sable pair the silver eyed girl was suddenly pleased that Kiwi had refused to come with them, she was a shy creature and easily frightened, at this very moment she was no doubt hiding beneath one of the beds in the girl's room, quivering with fear, awaiting her mother and elder sister's safe return. The argument between mother and daughter earlier in the day had been rather intense, it had been concluded that on the issue of coming here to do battle that they were equally stubborn, neither one refusing to stay at home. In the end it had been decided that they would both come as they were both so set on protecting their homes and one another, they were also here partially for revenge, wanting to make the wolves who had hurt their family hurt as well. The sable Plebian's mane was braided but not adorned with the beads and feathers that she usually wore, no today was not a day for making herself pretty, she was here to fight, not win a beauty contest, her braided mane was instead pulled into a tight bun at the base of her neck, as was her mother's. The pair were ready for battle. Silver eyes gazed over the landscape, watching the battle unfold all around her, it was all rather shocking, it all moved ever so fast, the female had been involved in sparring before, she was well practiced at martial arts, but she had never seen fighting on such a scale before. It was clear that her mother had though, she followed her mother's gaze as she watched the male upon his horse. A smile crossed the dark female's lips as she watched the male cut the guardian down with little effort, this is what Rain wanted to see, her temper was often short and hard to reign in and ever since her mother had returned home from a scuffle with a guardian with a bleeding knife wound she had been intent on causing someone some pain. She watched as Adele took to the fight, smiling as she watched her engage in battle, it seemed that her tuition had paid off, but the girl's heart did not seem to be in it. It seemed that the female would not manage alone. Her mother seemed to have sensed this and smiled at her, her words reaching the girl's dark ears as did her smile.

Her mother suddenly howled loudly and raced towards the fighting pair, slicing the guardian's ear off with her sword. For a moment the dark female stood there in shock, but soon enough she found her legs once again, racing after her mother, lunging at the female who had been attacking Adele, her curvy, muscular form colliding with the guardian, pushing her away from the girl, sending her sprawling across the grasses. Her ears folded against her skull and she let out a cold snarl as she stepped to stand next to Adele, showing that if she chose to attack once again then she would have to deal with the pair of females.
"Don't worry Adele, me and mom have your back." The female said with something close to a smile, before a snarl ripped from her throat again, glaring at the guardian.

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Luna Sabino

10-20-2011, 12:57 PM

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Yo! people! Luna is here as well XD

The screams were getting louder, and Luna could not bear it anymore. She charged into the battlefield, her only weapon held in her tight. All she could see were baring teeth, blood, and weapons being wielded against uncovered skin. The sight was unbearable, and she felt the instinctive urge to flee and hide, which fought with the desire to stay and help her packmates. In the end her willpower won, making her legs move faster and grabbing the stone knife that J'adore had given to her. Her green gaze traveled among the fighting bodies, spotting the same man who had given her her weapon riding away. He had already made a kill, which laid limply on the floor, unmoving. Desperation filled her at the sight of the corpse, but she kept on, getting every time closer to the place of the carnage.

A sudden howl called her attention. Luna turned her head on time to see one of the guardians being pushed by a black woman, which stood between her and anther girl. A small part of her mind gasped at how young the second was and how innocent it looked. She did not belong there. But she had not much time to ponder about it more, seeing as the guardian had already recovered from the fall, standing up and charging against her attackers. Oh, no, you won't. With a speed that the same Luna ignored she possessed, she charged against her, hitting the fierce warrior with her shoulder and sending her flying back to the ground. It looked like the masked female was bigger than her, which gave her an advantage in case that it decided to attack the trio again. Eyeing the wolves behind her, she noticed that one of them was wielding a sword. The sight of the weapon sent chills through her spine, but she ignored them. "Are you ok? She asked, her voice shaking with fear and excitement. Adrenaline was already running throgh her veins, which lessened the fear. She did not wait for an answer from the women, as her green, poisonous eyes were set on the fallen warrior. Baring her teeth at her, she dared the fallen guardian to make another move. Which she did. She rose and charged towards her, ignoring her severed ear.

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"

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Whitechapel

10-20-2011, 02:18 PM

Whitechapel is here for the bojanglin'. Smile

Soran can totally kill him, too.

Whitechapel plunged into the war without a moment's consideration of the irony. It did not matter that he had been thrown straight into chaos when his original purpose had been simply to find a pack to live in. He preferred it this way. When he had departed his homeland, the great black wolf had feared losing the opportunity to fight, aware that he would never belong among a group of pansy, peace-loving individuals. Learning of the sour relations among the packs here had excited him, deepening his omnipresent thirst for blood. By now it had intensified unbearably, and he needed to fight again, to make someone scream and bleed, to taste briny red liquid on his tongue. He fought without knowing the pretenses at all, and he did not care.

The dark warrior shadowed the guardians, head low and eyes keen. All around them was his favorite scene, wolves thrashing with weapons, teeth and claws, cries of pain and anger. His terrible grin never fading, the hulking beast slowed as a tawny werewolf mounted on a large horse gained them and killed Cidnee with one blow of his weapon. His crooked brow rose as the woman fell - what a weakling. Still, her death was a blatant warning that the man on the horse was to be dealt with carefully. A short distance away, Lanna was in the midst of a fray with four females, just rising to her feet following a blow from wolf with cocoa fur. Whitechapel allowed himself a split second of indecision, horrible mismatched eyes darting from the mounted werewolf to the tangle of women. He wished desperately to shed the man's blood for taking down one of his fellow guardians, but this desire was encumbered by the wolves who surrounded Lanna. Her odds did not look so good, as her attackers were all strong females with burning eyes, and he did not think his own could afford to lose another one of their number.

Fortunately, his hunger for flesh overpowered all reluctance. The dark Secui burst suddenly toward the group surrounding Lanna, selecting the one closest to her, the mahogany wolfess, as his victim. He threw himself at her with a powerful leap, bulky muscles clenching throughout his body. He aimed to catch her from behind, knock her over, and of he was lucky enough, sink his teeth into the back of her neck.

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Rain Aatte

10-24-2011, 09:02 AM

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Gah! Apologies for the wait on this! WC: 533

The sable female was watching the scene unfold before her, the guardian lay upon the ground, staring up at them with burning eyes; Rain was watching her closely, waiting for the next move that she would make. The ebony wolf was ready for the next attack, she looked at Adele, smiling slightly, trying to reassure the young girl, she reminded her of Kiwi and so the silver eyed female wanted to protect Adele. The sable female's face curled into a snarl as she watched the female guardian move to take another leap at the pair, this female was going to get a beating that she would never forget! The ebony pelted Plebian had been trained by her mother's former mate in the art of hand to hand combat, the pack had been made up of wolves that knew martial arts; all trained by Dayna, Rain had been one of the most keen to learn, she was eager for such knowledge, she had always had a fierce temper, the fighting training focused her. The guardian moved to leap and the female's silver eyes narrowed, her muscles tensed ready to meet the female mid leap. But as she went to move a brown pelted female appeared out of what seemed to be nowhere, colliding with the cruel looking guardian. Rain was suddenly impressed, she liked this female already, there was someone else on the battlefield that seemed as keen as she was to fight. The dark female smiled at her a little as she watched the events unfold, she looked around and nodded at her mother, the dark lady returned her nod, but her jaw was set tight and her eyes were burning with a fierce rage. The sable female heard what the brown pelted female said and she nodded.
"I'm ok, well I'll live at least." Rain replied, a cold smile crossing her face as she looked at the dark female.

All of a sudden the guardian lunged again, the sable pelted Plebian moved quickly, leaping in front of the brown pelted girl and meeting the guardian's leap with a fierce kick to the jaw. The guardian rolled aside and the dark girl followed her, the guardian moving to stand again. Rain dropped into a fighting stance, her hands raised as if she were a boxer, the guardian lunged again and the sable female punched her square in the nose. The pair began to dance around one another, trading blows, it seemed that they were almost equal in strength, but Rain was the more agile of the pair, she was perhaps the better trained of the two. Rain grinned, she felt that she could win this fight. But she dropped her guard for just a moment and the guardian landed a blow on the side of her face; a blow that sent Rain sprawling across the floor, seeing stars before her eyes. She lay there for a moment, stunned, before the guardian pounced on her once again. She did not even notice the black pelted male moving to attack Luna, she was far too engaged in what she was doing, she lashed out at the guardian wildly, moving to bite at the female's shoulder.

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Soran Aatte

10-24-2011, 10:18 AM

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Sorry for the wait again, stupid lack of laptop Sad

And how would you like Whitechapel to be killed.

The ebony mother was watching everything around her with careful eyes, there was so much going on, it helped to build the fire of rage that was burning in her chest; she had seen so much injustice in this war, she had seen the warriors of Aniwaya prey on the weaker of the packs, the children most notably, how she loathed them for behaving in such a way. The jet pelted female was furious, her face was in a permanent snarl, lips curled up to reveal sharp pointed teeth. The sling was luckily still holding fast, that was something to be grateful for, her arm was secured, even if the ache was becoming more steady, the smallest movement jarred the healing wound; this was being ignored though, the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins was desensitising her to any physical pain, all she could really feel was the anger and hatred that was boiling and raging within her. The green eyed female watched the lands, giving a nod to the male on the horse, she was pleased that he was here, he seemed to be a competent warrior, Soran knew that she was a capable fighter, but she was wounded and not as competent with the sword as she wished to be, it would be useful having someone who was mounted and able to fight. The dark female pressed her back against Adele's, trying to protect her and keep her safe, she was so young, she seemed rather innocent, she could not bear the idea of the young girl being hurt, she should not be here, war did not seem to suit the girl. Her own daughter was more than capable of protecting herself, but that did not mean that the dark Aedile was not concerned for her, her eyes kept moving to the dark girl, watching her, praying silently that she would not be hurt, the dark mother could not bear losing another child, that would more than likely be the final straw for her sanity, there had been many terrible events in her life, but losing a child was a pain that was so strong she was not sure that she could bear it again. The guardian went to lunge at Rain and Soran let out a fierce growl, turning so that she was facing her, but a brown female cut the guardian's leap short, it seemed that there were many fighting against the cruel oppressor. The female spoke and Soran smiled softly for a moment.
"I'm fine, are you alright?" The lady asked, looking at the female for a moment before her attention turned to the female guardian.

The guardian lunged again and Soran was about to jump to defend her daughter, but the girl surprised her, kicking the guardian in the jaw with considerable force, it seemed that Dayna had taught her well; this was something that the dark Aedile was grateful to her former mate for, despite their differences she had set Soran's children up for survival. The dark female let out a loud growl, watching her daughter and the female guardian fight, she did not know whether or not to intervene, the sable mother was torn, her daughter was more than capable, but she had the motherly instinct to protect her child. The girl was fighting impressively, Soran watched her, uncertain whether or not to join the fight and help her daughter. At this moment Rain was knocked to the floor, clearly stunned, Soran was about to wade in and help her dark daughter, but at that moment a large dark male leapt at the strange female that had helped the females out. She snarled and lunged at the male, swinging the sword, aiming to slice into his arm, the hatred that she had been feeling now reaching a fever pitch.

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Adele Caraway

10-25-2011, 06:17 PM

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Dun-dun-DUN.

Word Count → 603

The hits overcame the fay like the crashing waves back home on the western shore. She missed the playful waves, chasing them into the ocean, only to retreat when they retaliated, and that cycle would continue while the sun shone brightly, smiling. The same, grinning star was looking upon Adele now, but the fog seemed to keep its warmth away from her. Or maybe it was the coldness she felt in her chest as she felt the woman’s anger being physically pummeled onto her. The pain was a foreign feeling, and her soft body did not cope well under the repeated pressure; soon, she would have crumpled under the storm’s torrent if not a familiarly shaded wolf leaped into sight.

But, she instantly knew after the blows stopped falling and her vision became clear that it was not Rain. The woman resembled her deeply, as if an older sister, or mother perhaps. She pushed the surf back into the ocean, swinging the sword with skill that never befell the whimsical girl’s eyes before. A shadow followed the unknown wolfess, and the copy followed suit after the first, chasing the wave down and into the ocean of chaos. When the shadow-person spoke, she knew it was Rain. She would have never known otherwise, when the warrior was growling like thunder with her mother.

The Aatte’s mother pressed her back to her own, and instinctually curled her hands in a half-close grip, nails growing into claws. For a moment, her heart raced, rushing with the passion of battle, and for that moment she felt the need and urge the Dreamers and the Courtiers must have been feeling. But, the feeling faltered, and as quick as the sensation came, it left, though its trail marked her mind. Though her stance stayed firm, and mind now fully knowing the desire for vengeance, Adele still wished naught harm upon any soul because of her pain. She felt their pain, the pain of the Dreamers, Courtiers, and Aniwayans alike, and now wished to right the wrong they did.

The woman rolled back and attempted to crash her force upon Rain, but a brown-furred woman struck the guardian like lightning. The unfamiliar scent that clung to her pelt suggested that she was one of “them”, the Aniwayans. This slightly surprised the fay, but it also made her happy. In the back of her mind, she saw the scene in front of her as a hope that, again one day, there will no longer be “them” and “us”, but there would be “we”. Adele could not think of peaceful thoughts for long, for the female guardian lunged again, and was successful as she reached her mark. Soon, Rain and the guardian danced like lightning across the sky, blows landing and some missing.

It seemed the wave of the chaotic ocean was retaliating with the great force of a storm. The sable girl made only a small mistake, and she was on the ground, the guardian coming down upon her like a maelstrom. Her mother suddenly jerked from her back, and Adele turned to see a black beast aiming itself at the brown female. She wanted to turn and help Rain, but a whisper in her heart told her to leap the opposite way, to the cocoa-shaded woman, and followed her heart she did. She was quick, perhaps even swifter than the sword-wielding female because of her smaller size. Adele gently but firmly pushed the other girl from her place, and tried to roll back onto the balls of her feet, but the whisper spoke again, and for a moment fear feeling her senses, that she would not be able to move in time.

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J'adore Austral

#10

10-26-2011, 09:30 AM

The hearts of the challenger's; the AniWayan's (at least the good ones), the Courtisans and the Dreamers were beating in turn. Today was the day they'd take back their land. The AniWayan's would no longer live in fear of war, neither would the other sides of the opposing forces. The tribe would return to normal, living under that fair and just ruling of Dawali and Ralla, shoul they chose to take back their titles. He saw no reason why the wouldn't, this is what they were fighting for after all. And perhaps he'd get the coveted master rank after all this had blown over.

There would be peace once again, he saw no reason why the victims of Maska's power rant should fear or hate the remaining true AniWayan's. He would make something, a gift for both of the packs Maska had attacked. A gift, a peace treaty. When the war was over, so would all the bad blood. Hopefully.

From atop his war horse the Spaniard warrior gazed upon the rest of his group, fighting to the best of their abilities. They didn't need him for the time being, they had it covered. He though of his family, hoping, praying to the great spirit, for their safety. It was Ferrari he worried about mostly, she'd be the one begging to go out and fight. Iskander would be the only wanting to come out after the fighting, so he could heal everybody.

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Luna Sabino

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10-28-2011, 12:05 AM

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Word Count :: 407(+2) :: Drama is copming *epic background music*

She felt the impact even before her earthen colored ears could pick up the sound of steps reaching her, the only warning being a reddish blur pushing her away from the spot where she had been contemplating the hand-to-hand battle occuring before her. It had surprised her how swiftly had the ebony hued girl blocked Lanna's lunge. And, even more, how had she kept attacking, to the point that the Guardian was now overpowered by the stranger.

In the end, she did not hear the light footsteps of the young female, nor the heavy hits of clawed paws against the ground. For a second, a sheet of red shades was displayed before her, and the next she was being pushed away from the battlefield. The push was not intended to make her fall, but something stood on her feet's path as she tried to gain balance, allowing the gravity to claim her body as its own and pulling her towards the hard ground. It wasn't until than that the multi-shaded female reacted. A whine escaped her opened lips as she felt her shoulder collide with something sharp -perhaps her own weapon- cut short by the vibrations produced by the collision of her head against the ground. She was now vulnerable, and she knew that whoever had been charging at her from behind would be able to have her. Any of the enemies fighting in her surroundings could take advantage on her position and rip her throat open. But they didn't. The only sound she heard were a struggle and more steps. Despite the drumming pain which covered all her upper area, the masked female rose her shoulders until she was able to see the events happening before her, a cold feeling of pain drilling her collarbone as she forced the muscles to support her weight.

Her eyes catched the picture before her briefly before she had to close her eyes and hold her nape out of pain. A dark shadow was casted over the girl whom she had previously saved, one of her protectors launching her shiny weapon towards it with a strength that only rage could provide. Regarding the pain as a less important matter, she straightened her trembling body once again, grabbing her dagger in the way and trying to move towards the horrid scene, horror tatooed on her features. Somehow, she knew that she would be too late. And that somebody would die today.

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"

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