Thundering Earth
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Sorry for the wait everyone, had some unexpected things crop up this weekend and was unable to post!

Free posting order! Short posts are encouraged, but please try to stick close to the 200 word minimum as best you can. Everyone is free to pp the npcs, but please be courteous and realistic with the fighting. To avoid confusion please announce what npc you engage in your ooc text.


1. Female - brown and black - German Shepherd/wolf mix - 6"8 - dagger

2. Male - black with grey tips - wolf/dog mix - 7"0 - sword

3. Male - dusty grey - Wolf - 7"5 - blunt bat

One of these NPC’s is on horseback! I will let you guys decide which through the rp! c:


No horses are to be lost/captured although they can he temporarily so long as they are retrieved before the end of the event. I request that no one pp Rem, although Noire (Anann’s roan colt 1 yr) can be roped if someone would like to rescue the yearling from being stolen. He can also sustain light injury (ie a couple cuts or scraps, nothing major or that would result in him becoming unsound).



Stand up and show me some pride


The warning call pulled Anann's mind from the recesses of deep sleep. There was a brief, groggy moment of disorientation as Anann shook off the heavy fog of sleep that threatened to cling to her mind and dull her senses. There was a commotion coming from the lower levels as others awoke and began to answer the call. Jazper’s deep voice rung out through the halls, calling every able body to arms. Both of the calls brought with them an instinctual reaction in the warrior and though her mind was not yet fully awake her body was already in motion. Her sabres had yet to see any use since the founding of the pack and yet they were ready and waiting.

Dagger strapped to her thigh and the dual swords across her back Anann hurried out of the Courthouse and towards the gates. She looked around expecting to see Rem ready and waiting. He had always been quick to respond to a raised alarm and Anann found his absence rather puzzling, but wasted no time in waiting for the horse. He would likely cross her path somewhere along the way. After all, it was not uncommon for the friesian horse to patrol the borders himself.

Anann followed after the others that had headed of in Jazper and Fritz’s direction, but some commotion from the other direction caused her pause. Turning to look behind her, Anann could make out the silhouetted outline of their herd. But something was wrong. The horses appeared agitated and had clumped together. That was when Anann noticed the mounted rider. It appeared they were in a stand-off with one of the stallions. Rem, Anann thought without a doubt but he was not the only one of their stallions that seemed to be trying to protect the rest of the herd. ”It’s a diversion!” She called out. ”You!” She hollered to the other stragglers that were leaving the Courthouse. ”They’re after the horses, come with me!” Anann did not wait to see who all turned to follow, but from the foot steps that followed her she guessed that they were four, maybe five. The thieves appeared fewer in number. This was good. Not that she had gotten a count on them, after all they were nothing more than shadows in the night. They would teach them that Casa di Cavalieri provided no easy pickin’s.

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Word Count → 398 Wayne is attacking NPC 3, on the horse. He got hit and fell, and Fern is roped. And...yeah!


The call dragged Wayne out of an already fitful sleep, and immediately he threw the covers away from him and Dixie-May. His arm nearly shot out to grab his hat and slap it on his head, but there was such urgency in the cry that he simply moved on, climbing up the stairs to the main level of the courthouse. The pounding of footsteps announced that others had woken and moved before he had, but he wasted no time stopping to see what was what. His dusty-colored fur bristled as he glanced around for some clue of what was happening.

His brown eyes landed on the agitated horses just moments before the Luna’s voice rang out, drawing their attention to the clustered herd. His nostrils caught scent of an unknown horse, and he snarled as he ran toward the thieves. No one harmed his horses; there would be hell to pay for this.

A rope had landed around Fern’s neck, tossed by the mounted grey wolf, and the mare whinnied shrilly. She turned, the whites of her eyes showing until she caught sight of her owner rushing forward. Gypsy had lunged forward, even in her pregnancy, teeth snapping close to the leg of the mounted thief, and Wayne might have smiled had his face not been wrinkled into the snarling grimace of a very pissed off mongrel.

The dog hybrid lunged, aiming to drag the large wolf off his steed. He seemed a few inches taller than the cowboy, and was at an impressive height mounted besides, but there was no fear in Wayne. He needed to defend his territory, his home, his horses, his woman. The blood of wolf mingled with that of dog chasing intruders out of its yard, protecting its master, and he barked angrily as he managed to dig his claws into the wolf’s leg.

He neglected to see the club, however, and the thief swung the blunt weapon downward. It struck Wayne in the shoulder, and he yelped as he was knocked down monetarily. Only the quick movements of the temperamental paint mare saved him from getting trampled, but he found his snarl collapsing into horror. Luckily, the thieves wanted sound horses, and so the club neglected to fall on Gypsy.

Wayne struggled to get to his feet among the thundering of hooves and the sounds of fighting and confusion in the darkness.


So go ahead and act tough
Like youre John Waynes son
But things can change fast
I could kick your ass

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Dixie is really pissed... o.o / +5!


Dixie had been curled up against Wayne’s warm body, sleeping soundly, when the loud cries rang out through the Fort. Her pale eyes snapped open and she looked up at Wayne, confused and slightly fearful. What was happening? Before she could ask, Wayne was running from the room, urgency clear in each step. Growling with impatience, the small woman jumped up and grabbed a long rope and her newest weapons, pulling the quiver over her neck and shoulder as she ran up the stairs. The long length of rope rested on one arm, a lasso tied and ready at the end. It was clear what was going on by the time she reached the front doors of the courthouse, and a genuinely pissed of snarl crossed her usually sweet face.

Hearing the whinnies and cries of the horses that she considered to be just as much part of the pack as the other canines had her blood boiling. Running out into the courtyard, Dixie began to search for Duke, wanting to mount and ride out to find the assholes that were trying to mess with her family. Instead of her small stallion, however, she came across a much, much larger creature. Someone had let Vito from his pin, and the huge horse was running around in circles, head tossed high and body sweaty from hi nerves. Whistling sharply, she got his attention and ran over, holding her hands out and cooing to him softly. I need yer help now, Vito! We gotta save Gypsy an’ Fern! She knew that most horses couldn’t understand much of the language, but Vito was a very smart horse.

Without asking for him to allow her up on his back, the girl leapt up, grabbing onto his mane and balancing herself on his wide back. Digging her heels sharply into his sides, she urged him forward towards the fray. As soon as they burst through the front gates, Dixie saw the mounted man slam his club down onto Wayne’s shoulder, and her man went down. Crying out in fear for his safety, she kicked Vito again and the monster of a horse charged forward, screaming his annoyance and rage filled confusion. He had seen the hit on Wayne as well, and Wayne had only ever been kind to him, with everything.

Wayne, git outta the way, damnit! Get up! She was infuriated, the mounted man was about to get a taste of really pissed off Dixie. With one hand holding onto the length of rope, she used the other to begin twirling the lasso above her head. It was sloppy and rough, but would do perfectly. Heel commands, something she’d been training Vito with for a few days, also came in handy. She used her legs to guide the spotted stallion around the back of the intruder’s horse and threw her rope. Jackpot. Slamming her butt down on the stallion’s back and crying ‘whoa’, he slid to a stop and backed up a few feet. Holding tight to the rope, Dixie gave it a sharp tug and ripped the idiot horse thief from the back of his mount.

The moment he hit the ground, Dixie slid from Vito’s back and ran over, slamming her little fists into his head and neck, totally disregarding the stamping horses and other pack mates. This one had hurt her man and possibly one of her horses; he was going to pay dearly. The hard fall had stunned the huge male, but her little punches weren’t doing much. Sure he was getting bruised and cut up, but she wasn’t physically strong enough to cause that much damage with her body. Grinning as he shook his head a bit, the man reached up and slammed his hand across Dixie’s face, effectively tossing her at least three feet in the air and off to the side where she landed in a heap of dirty fur and splatters of their conjoined blood.

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The bellowing cries of anger jerked Hadley awake. His head slammed into the bed above him as he reacted to what he thought was Amy awoken by screams from his nightmares. It took a moment for reality to sink back in. He wasn't a slave, Amy wasn't there anymore. Hadley had a pack to call his own, and others that promised to not hurt him. His racing heart settled down slightly before the question occurred to him. If it wasn't Amy preparing to beat him half to death, what was the howl for? Hadley crawled out from underneath the bed, looking around. No one was there. Stepping out he quickly moved down the stairs. Outside was chaos, pack members running around.

A panicked whinny caught Hadley's attention, finally focusing the large male's attention. Gently he raced over, moving as quickly as he could. Three strangers were there, stirring up panic. Pack mates fought ferociously to protect them. Hadley, without any true skills at fighting, was unsure what to do. He moved into the panicked herd, gently calming and backing them up. It was harder for the raiders to reach them now, with Hadley standing calm before them. Inside he was shaking, but the fear created by the raiders was nothing compared to what he'd felt before. His mind was clear, able to see each movement separately. A female dog dived towards him, and for an instant Amy flashed into his mind. A panicked whine escaped him before the movement Fritz had taught him allowed him to catch her and toss her back from the horses. Stallions patrolled with him, stepping to trample the female as she scrambled back out of reach.

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Seb's taking on NPC 2, Guy With Sword. Slashed bat-wielder on his way, but didn't do major damage.



Sebastian sprinted hard from the courthouse, glancing left and right with a fierce snarl on his face. Raiders... Raiders stupid enough to attack Casa di Cavalieri. As if the fort wasn't enough to warn them away. Perhaps they would simply be scared off once they got an eyeful of Fritz, Jazper, Lorenzo and Regner. Then again, perhaps this would be Sebastian's chance to prove that size wasn't everything. He took off running towards Annan's call for the stragglers who hadn't reached Jazper's call in time, towards the horse-thieves.

He only carried his twin stiletto daggers. His bow and arrows were lounging in the armoury; there was no time to get them. His slender legs propelled him faster as he realised how late he was- Wayne was down, struggling to rise from the ground. Hadley, gentle Hadley, was trying to calm the horses. Dixie... Dixie had been knocked down, punched clear off her feet by a wolf easily two feet taller than her. Wayne would make sure he paid for that, but surely the Italian got his chance, too.

"Help Hadley! he barked at Anann. Hadley couldn't hold the woman off for long on his own, especially as he had no weapon. This fight would likely come down to himself, Anann and Wayne killing their attackers.

Sebastian increased his pace as he drew closer, sprinting towards the wolf who wielded a sword, whom no one was currently fighting. One knife slashed into the shoulder of the wolf whom Dixie had lassoed down, the Italian numbly leaping out of his bat's range before he could swing. Pace increasing, Sebastian ducked beneath the sharp sword that sang as it cut through the air above his head. He fell to his knees, sliding beneath the attempt at decapitation as his stiletto cut a long wound into his foe's thigh.

Sebastian jumped to his feet and swung again, slicing open his enemy's arm. He danced around his opponent with shocking agility, nicking him, cutting him, spoiling his aim and rhythm with his sword, slapping his arms away, opening a cut along his forehead that sent blood pouring into his eyes.

Still, even Sebastian couldn't avoid a blade forever. A long, shallow cut was opened on his chest as his opponent regained his balance and swung savagely, roaring at the artisan. The wound was exacerbated when the blackish male kicked him in the chest, sending Sebastian stumbling backwards.

The new flurry of strikes started as Sebastian lashed out at his attacker, viciously intent on slashing the dark hybrid to ribbons.
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Word Count → 332 NPC 3 has been killed. Also Wayne is mad. :|


Clawed fingers dug into the earth as the Labrador mongrel lifted his head, his dark lips still wrinkled back in defiance. His shoulder ached as he tried to push himself to his feet, and so he collapsed momentarily. Only the pregnant but furious paint mare stood between him and the club-swinging raider, at least until the cries from his other pack mates announced that he was not alone in combat.

Above voices distorted with howls and snarls was Dixie-May’s voice, and the cowboy jerked his head up to see the little white female riding on giant Vito, hell written in her fine features as she galloped forward on the behemoth. A rope sailed over his head, and with a growl of triumph, he managed to lurch onto two feet again—but the fight had moved, and Dixie was leaping at the wolf. The petite Samoyed mix pummeled the fallen foe, but the raider’s winded state did not last for long. His hand lifted, and struck, and Wayne stared in horror as the woman was thrown.

“Dix!”

A guttural roar left the wolf hybrid, accompanied by a shriek of anger from Gypsy. The thief that had almost laughed at his meager victory now screamed—a dagger struck him as the red-haired Verita raced past, and then horse hooves shattered his leg. The mare snorted as she reared and trampled again, backing away only when Wayne lunged forward—in his bulky secui shape this time.

Monstrous jaws latched around the raider’s arm, but the club rained down on him again, striking his bristling neck and shoulders. The Labrador stifled a yelp in the wolf’s fur, biting down harder then releasing his grip—only to fasten it this time around the wolf’s throat. There was a gasp near his ear, but his teeth closed, and he heard the crunch of trachea. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and the jerking body stilled underneath his muscular weight, but the male did not let go.


So go ahead and act tough
Like youre John Waynes son
But things can change fast
I could kick your ass

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letting npc 1 escape, unless someone feels the desire to chase after her.





Stand up and show me some pride




The moon silhouetted luperci moved in on the herd and Anann's pace quickened. It was too early yet, as the scene unfolded in darkness, to determine the intent of the bandits. Of coarse the horses were more valuable alive in the eyes of the Cavalierites, but perhaps an easy meal was all the intruders were looking to gain or too weaken the strength and speed of Casa Di Cavalieri as whole. Whatever their cause, Anann was determined to put an end to it. Here and now.

As the distance between the small band of Cavalierites and the bandits dwindled Anann could see that one of Wayne and Dixie's horses was roped. The foolish wolf at the end of the rope was attempting to pull the large mare from the herd. Wayne was first to act, knocking the rider from horseback. Trusting the wolf dog to handle the matter Anann moved on, her attention on the horses as she tried to get a head count and make sure that the herd had not already neen divided as those that followed her joined into the fray.

Rem stood close to Hadley. Noire hovered just behind Hadley. The young colt was eager to prove himself, but found the world from behind the large luperci to be far less intimidating. Rem drove the female wolfdog further back with hooves and teeth after Hadley had given her a toss, though once she retreated far enough to suit the stallion he abandoned his assault after a few fair bites to leg and shoulder, and returned to his position at the outer edge of the herd.

Hearing Sebastian's call Anann turned her attention from the mass of horses to Hadley and the female wolfdog. The she-mutt was slinking closer, trying to get within range of the herd without the scared male noticing. Noire had picked up on her movement and in a moment of bravery the colt rushed forward in imitation of his sire. Small hooves lashing out in front of him as he lurched forward to bite at her. However the female bandit easily side stepped the inexperienced horse. Cursing under her breath, the bandit lashed out with her dagger. The steel blade cut along the shoulder of the young horse causing him to squeal out in pain. The resulting wound was shallow, but it was a lesson that roan wouldn't soon forget.

At Noire's cry both Anann and Rem surged forward at the wolfdog. Anann stood before the doggish female with her dual sabre drawn. "You might want to reconsider." Anann warned with a low growl. Though when no response was given Anann took a couple step forward. The wolfdog a couple steps back. However, something else seemed to have the other woman's attention, for she looked past Anann with a frightful look on her face. Seeming to realize that the odds were no longer in their favor the bandit turned and ran. Never even looking back for her remaining comrade.

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OOC Laughs

His master arrived, moving through the area. Hadley was relieved to watch this, knowing that Sebastian was protection. Watching the red male turn into a dark spiral of pain frightened him though. It distracted him from the female dog, letting her reach up, slashing across his arms. Stumbling back he felt something strike his back. Probably a panicked horse. He stood back up, working to calm them down, only to see the foal he'd been protecting get cut. A whine escaped him as he rushed back over, soothing the pained colt and leading it back to the center of the herd.

Looking over he listened to the horrifying roar of a killer. Glancing over Hadley froze, unable to move his eyes from the sight of the yellow dog tearing into someone. So many deaths flashed through his eyes, seeing the same movement over and over again. The fact that the dog he'd been fighting had been driven off was over, trapped in the nightmare again. Amy was there, and she was killing, and no one was doing anything. Hadley stumbled back, gripping onto the horses for safety. She couldn't be here. The kills weren't true. No, it was worse than that. It was Wayne doing the kills, sending him to shake in fear.

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A cut on his shoulder, a slice in his neck, a slit in the skin of his forearm, a nick on his chest, a wound opened in his brawny leg. The man was panicking, his sword swinging erratically with half the power of his first attempted strike. He abandoned all finesse, roaring incoherently at the Italian as he lost any tactic he may have held and settled for swinging the sword like a mace. Though this opened plenty of openings for Sebastian to duck under his guard, it also made fighting more risky. A desperate man did stupid things.

He had to end the fight before his desperate opponent made a mistake that would inevitably end in his death and Sebastian's injury.

Sebastian lashed out at the intruder's knee with a savage kick, weakening the joint and sending him to one knee. The pommel of his stiletto dagger slammed into his weakened grasp, sending the blade clanging to the ground. Sebastian slammed the other dagger's pommel into the unfortunate bandit's face and leapt over his shoulder, yanking one of his arms behind his back and twisting it painfully behind his back.

He held a dagger across the bandit's throat, growling a warning into the much bigger man's ear.

"If you move I will slit your throat," he hissed, teeth snapping shut on the bandit's ear and tearing part of it off savagely. The blade of his other dagger was digging into the bandit's forearm, warning him how easily the Italian could end his life. Jazper and Anann would choose his fate.


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