power, power, the law of the land

Preybot · 05-01-2012, 12:52 PM

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(--) For Siv, Draugr, and TaeKyung? Controlling Saule Anders and maybe Louis. Not sure how long I will be Preybotting -- may just switch over to NPCing because I have a lot of threads. <_<

It seemed this pack would give them trouble. The coyotes to the east were of less concern to the pale white woman, though some of her wolves had been struck down. Saule was not concerned -- the contingent traveling with her were amongst the best within Boreas. Silent and dark Piet, always reserved as a rule. Younger Louis, always a steadfast scout, paced ahead of her. Their horses were restless, but the creatures knew what was expected of them. This was why they were chosen from amongst the vast mustang herds of the west -- they were the best for the job, as were Saule and her kind.

The pale woman's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, and her adrenaline began flowing. They were nearing the end of the river, when they would make their charge forward again. Saule was ready, Piet was ready, they were all ready. The horse line was loose, but they all moved within the water, concealing their scent as they went. It had worked thus far -- neither the coyotes of Inferni or the dirty half-bred mongrels of Salsola had discovered their secret encampment as of yet.

Saule eased her mount forward. She was a truly magnificent grullo mare with silky brown fur and muscular legs, perhaps the best horse Saule had ever owned. The scarred wolf rode up alongside Louis, murmured a command to Vilis, and their groups split suddenly. Saule herself led the first charge over the riverbank and into pack territory, her horse gaining speed over the flat marshes. They were quiet -- there was no battle howling, no yelping and yipping and yammering. They were here for blood, not to intimidate these worthless mutts.

Draugr Helsi · 05-01-2012, 01:07 PM

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(368) Controlling Morana, might have Miqui or somebody else show up later to help poor Dra. :C Figured Siv or Morana can take on Saule so I'm not roleplaying with myself in a corner. 8B

Draugr is by Wander!

Though Draugr did not know how to fight, her attempts to learn were not altogether fruitless. Ziva Kreskes, one of the new Associates, bore many scars, and this woman had begun educating Draugr on those very basic tenets of fighting. The drab canine found it hard work and more boring than most else that went on within Salsola -- it was far more boring than the garden, let alone Larkspur's funeral. Still, Salsola was in a dangerous place -- they had suffered attacks, after all. The drab-hued woman needed to better herself to serve her pack, and that included learning a little of everything.

She had failed her test to attain a Family rank, and so she must round her skills even more. The fishing weir had drawn Dra's attention today, and the youth was working with Ziva's older sister. Morana bore few scars and was rather pretty, in the new Associate's opinion. Her deep purple eyes were like the young wolfdog's own, and this alone was enough to endear Morana to her, however slightly. The net was almost to the rocks when Draugr heard it -- a strange sound, like splashing.

Morana heard it, too, for the woman bounded over to Draugr and whispered her intent to hide. Draugr crept toward the edge of the water and lingered near a bush, watching a trio of wolves pass on horseback. They rode in the deeper reaches of the river. The drab-hued wolfdog quickly realized, however, the splashing wasn't the only sound -- there were other hoofbeats, too. She did not need to hear those to know they were under attack, and despite Morana's whispered pleas, the Associate tilted her head back and bayed a warning to the pack, charging up the bank.

She shifted even as she moved, taking her halfling form as easily as one took air. A few moments later, four paws beat against the earth rather than two. Dra was glad to hear sounds of Morana's accompaniment from behind her, though she dared not turn and look. She could see the trio of riders bearing down on them now -- their leader a pale white and more scarred than Ziva.

Siv Helsi · 05-01-2012, 02:44 PM

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(335) mama siv is PIIIIISSSSED

The wine worked on her mind alongside the smoke. Siv had looked to her potions and her gods for their wisdom. War—war was a thing that she knew now. She sat in her tent, staring into a bowl of blood, and looked for signs. Since the death of Larkspur her connection to the spirit world had become needed. It was a key she had been handed and one she would take full advantage of. One did not need the third eye to see that the leadership was cracking. Eris showed most of all, but she had seen the madness in Sirius’ eyes and known what ill intent came on his Hunter’s heels.

That had been two days ago. A full day had been spent recovering, eating heavily and taking herbs to ease the headache. Today was one that required a hunt; what stores she had left were depleted. With Hildr saddled and a savage spear in hand (this she had constructed after the first attack). It was made of thick oak and topped with a thick antler point. This was more capable than even steel—a well aimed blow could shatter a femur. She knew this because she had seen it done, and that impression had never left her. Lesser décor lined the shaft, raven feathers and white fur dyed with the purple she used on her own cloak. It was carved with runes, marked with holy signs.

The path was taken at an easy trot, both horse and rider glad for it. They were not far from the river when a cry came. Her daughter’s cry. A fury overtook the witch-woman like one she had never felt before—she had not been there when Draugr had fought before. Her heels dug into the side of the horse and urged her into a gallop.

She burst through the trees and saw them, rushing down on her daughter and the newer members of the Family. Spear in hand, Siv charged, screaming, headlong for their leader.

Yi TaeKyung · 05-01-2012, 04:19 PM

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I’m assuming no killing again the Boreas wolves...? I’ll have TK target Piet since Siv is on Saule? Or who is NPC’ing Piet? /fails-at-playing-with-self >u<;; And Siv with her Spear makes me nostalgic for Cwmfen~! >wWC: 529

The last attack had resulted in Salvia’s wounding. TaeKyung herself had been wounded, and yet the wounds had been minor. She was more than adept at managing the ‘ring’, knowing when to attack and when to dodge. And yet, while knowing such things, while having that innate knowledge, she was, at times, troubled by her lack of kills in the battles. It frustrated the Jindo-wolf, for she lived only for the game of survival, for the thrill of the fight. How must she improve in order to kill them swiftly before they could escape? As much as fighting was a physical feat, it was a mental feat as well. The cold, calculating killer needed further training, to increase speed and accuracy and power. And so she had trained harder since the last attack of that fourth moon of the year. But there was only so much training that could be done without overworking her body. The active woman required true battle as well. While the attacks upon Salsola obviously distressed the ranked members and the slaves alike, all at once the Slave of the Flame welcomed them as an opportunity to grow. The shattered mind could only understand her own need and desire for the fight. The obsidian-furred fae wished only to grow as a fighter—a killer—using Taekwondo and her body as her only weapons.

As usual, TaeKyung traveled wearing her natural form as she patrolled. But she did not linger to near the boarders. Too often had the enemies penetrated deeper. The tenebrous fae paused, lifting her dark crania. Abruptly, the black auricles swiveled to catch the sudden disturbance upon the airs. The bayed call broke upon the air—the Korean did not recognize the voice, but she recognized the message. Immediately, the black hybrid was pushed into motion by the sinewy body. Excitement grew within her, fueled by her quickening heartbeat. It was a black excitement, and with it came the thirst for blood, for the sensation of her jaws tearing into flesh. For her legs to break and shatter bones, and her fists to cave in skulls. But the distance was not great enough for the complete change. As she ran, shifting as she went, it was only the secui shape that had time to emerge. The large shape may have been cumbersome for some, but the Slave of the Flame had practiced her martial ways in the half-shape as well. It would be enough. It would have to be enough.

Siv Helsi, the teacher of slaves, emerged before her, bearing a weapon and riding a prey-beast. There was another—the caller, perhaps. But the lunar orbs, fathomless and filled with a sanguine frenzy sought the enemy. There were a gradient of wolves, but the narrow, Korean eyes fell lastly upon the darkest of the three. This time, the black slave did not roar her challenge and posture, but charged directly in. Her agility was great for her size, and she changed direction at the last moment, coming up from the rear of the horse. Black claws tore into the pre-beast’s flesh, and large, hungering jaws snapped, seeking purchase through the enemy wolf’s limbs.

Preybot · 05-02-2012, 11:38 AM

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

Saule Anders

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

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

Piet Theodorus

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

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

Draugr Helsi · 05-02-2012, 12:33 PM

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Draugr is by me!

Just as the pale woman seemed about to trample Draugr with her tawny horse, there was a roar of anger somewhere behind and to the side. Mama Siv, Dra had time to think, before she darted out of the way of the horse, half-rolling on the ground and springing back to her feet in an instant. Morana was somewhere to the side, yelling incomprehensibly. Draugr grit her teeth; the woman was making more of a distraction for her fellow Salsolians than she was helping.

Her opponent was pale of body, silvery gray in shade, with a head of hair almost as dark as Dra herself. He rode a chestnut mare with a silvery mane and tail, fire in her eyes and the wolf's eyes both. Dra crouched, waiting for the horse to come on again. Her Secui form was not so large that she needn't fear the horse, but she felt more confident this way. Her big limbs flexed beneath her, and she snarled. Morana went flying past her, charging toward the oncoming horse with a rather large stick. She swung it this way and that, yammering all the while.

Draugr broke a moment later, charging toward those deadly hooves. At the last moment, she swerved, and darted to the side. The horse thundered past, and she heard a crack as Morana's stick struck the wolf. He did not lose his saddle, but swayed in it, looking rather dazed for a moment. When he turned around, though, his sword was in hand, and he bore down on Morana with a snarl on his dark face.

Siv Helsi · 05-02-2012, 12:44 PM

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The woman and her horse were surely a fright—Siv’s cloak was made to only further her massive size, and Hildr was all mane and wild eyes. If she had been prepare for war she might have fashioned a hide for the horse as she had done for Sirius’, but to tool such thick leather would take time. Time they did not have.

A shield was raised and Siv cursed silently, but did not divert her attack. Rather, she rushed into the challenge. The spear was not made for jousting, and certainly, that was not her aim. When she was close enough she thrust forward, striking leather and yanking back before their horses passed. This was where her advantage lay.

Hildr’s bloodline was made of cattle-horses and dressage champions, and she was a prime example of both. Her feet wheeled sharply, long legs turning with the skill of a barrel-racer, and they were behind the white bitch. Siv urged her mount forward with a war-cry, intending to close the distance between herself and the rider. As long as she stayed behind her, she could strike without fear of the sword or true blocking from the shield. That would, at least, buy her time to keep the woman away from her daughter.

Yi TaeKyung · 05-02-2012, 03:30 PM

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Yes, please! If it’s not too much trouble for you, OwO~ and sorry for the relative shortness/quality.... Study break for plot thread!
WC: 310

The sanguine frenzy within her grew to uncontainable levels.

The opponent swung at her. Although dangerous if she had been hit, the fighter sensed that it was not meant as a killing or wounding blow. The opponent was successful, therefore, in his attempt to ward her off. The black secui—wild like an ocean storm—tore away from the prey-beast, blood spilling upon the greedy earth. Her paws were wet with the life blood, and she managed a quick lick as the lunar orbs leered at the rider. Now she took the time to roar her challenge, her snarl thundering and terrible. And then she was moving again. Turning her body in seemingly tight angles as she maneuvered to the side, avoiding the crazed prey’s hooves. Again the wicked jaws snapped at the horse, reaching for its neck. She would take away the ‘advantage’ of the prey-beat to the rider. So needlessly prized by the luperci, the horse would be killed by the Jindo-wolf.

As attacks were made by the black opponent, the tenebrous slave dodged once more to the side. She lunged with surprising speed, black, nearly finger-like paws ready to tear into the him. Jaws snapped. It was a messy way to fight, in a form so like the natural shape of wolves. It was different entirely than fighting with Taekwondo. But it was fighting nonetheless, and the fighter was good at what she did. The mess only increased her wild fury of her attacks, the lunar orbs seemingly glowing with the blood-madness. The shade of the Crow Wolf emerged, his mirthless, grating laughter echoing in her heart. The jaws sought not the throat of male, but the limb that wielded the weapon. Without it, the secui believed that the optime would be lessened in prowess, for many relied too heavily upon instruments. Then she would have him.

Preybot · 05-03-2012, 10:58 PM

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(--) No problem whatsoever broskies ♥

Saule Anders

The shield was not enough -- though Saule jerked the thing to try and parry the woman's thrust, the spear was too quick for the bulky wooden thing she carried, thick oak covered with leather. Both the oak beneath and the leather covering were battle-scarred, the thick hide torn open to expose the dark wood beneath. It flew past her sword and struck Saule's side, gouging through the thick leather and slicing into flesh beneath. The pale woman grimaced, baring her teeth in a snarl at the sudden pain, but the would was not fatal -- it had grazed her side, perhaps even deep enough to touch a rib, but it had missed the important parts. Organs, heart and lung and bowel -- these were intact.

The grullo was a lighter horse than the silvery beast the big woman rode, but her hooves were slower, and Saule was very nearly astonished to whirl her head around and see the dark woman gaining on her rear. The sharp scent of blood was on the air, and the pale wolf was aware of a wetness along her side where blood had begun to leak from the wound. If only this woman had not sided with the coyotes and half-bred mongrels -- Saule could see, plainly enough, the large canine was wolf, through and through. She dug claws into the mare's side this time, just the barbed points of her deadly-sharp points, and the grullo gave a scream of pain. She surged forward all the same long black limbs stretching out to devour the earth and gain distance between herself and the dark woman's grizzled horse.

Piet Theodorus

His horse gave a wail and reared more fully. Piet, seeing his opportunity, leapt to the ground upon the horse's return to all four feet. The bay gelding screamed and threw his hooves back and forth, streaming blood from his wounds. Piet landed on the earth heavily, on all fours, and sprung back to his feet, ignoring the fate of the animal. There were more horses -- always more horses.

Piet was not the most well-armed of the Boreas wolves. His specialty was spirituality, not combat, but as all within the wolves' group, he knew enough to have gotten him selected for this mission. His preferred weapon -- the impossibly long bullwhip, cruel black leather with spindly strips of thinner leather at one end, meant to rip and render flesh -- was of no use in these close quarters, and it was better kept curled on his belt. The sword, too, was disadvantaged -- but Piet still had a knife.

He drew it, just in time to see the big Secui leaping toward him. The dark wolf threw up his opposing arm, trying to put the leather and metal gauntlet between her jaws and his flesh.

Draugr Helsi · 05-04-2012, 01:17 AM

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(406) Read here that kids are less likely to suffer rib fractures? Dra is pretty young, so I think she is okay, just kind of "ow wtf" and will have big bruising there? Also, I think my pNPC gon' die.

Draugr is by me!

The sword gleamed in the dull light, and Draugr stared at it, awed by the length of the weapon and its glittering, deadly edge. How could she compete, with only teeth and claws? This moment of hesitation cost her, for the horse bore down on her. It was only Morana's stick that again saved her, though this time as the branch smashed into the rider, it shattered, leaving both Dra and Morana weaponless. The impact was enough to send the rider veering off-course, however, and Draugr cleared his horse's hooves again with a leap.

Panting, the youth realized she could not keep this up for long. Now that her companion was weaponless, it was even more dangerous. The wolfdog glowered toward the horse and charged him, keeping low to the ground. Her pale purple eyes were focused on the hooves of his horse, for his sword was held in the opposing hand, and she was certain he could not strike her from this side. Morana was running, too, clutching a rock in her hand. The woman was resourceful, at least. She pitched the rock as Draugr flung herself at the horse's forelegs.

There was a sudden and sharp jolt as the horse's knobby knee connected with her flank, and she was flung aside, rolling and landing on her side, skidding to a stop. She was dazed a moment, but she was faintly aware of a commotion -- the horse was on the ground, hooves flailing wildly as it attempted to right itself. The rider wasn't making a sound, but he hadn't throughout the fight -- Dra lifted her head and then stood more quickly, aware of a wickedly sharp pinch in her side each time she inhaled.

Morana jumped toward the dark wolf, using her fists and claws to beat at him. Dra moved toward them, her speed hindered by the pain. Perhaps she had broken or fractured a rib. Grunting, she maneuvered around the horse, who was standing. The rider was still pinned to the ground by Morana, but he was apparently much stronger than she was -- he was winning, pushing her off by his manual strength alone. She toppled over and the man reached for his sword as Draugr leapt forward. She had skirted around them both and was not visible to the man -- he cried out as she did, but still tried to swing the sword toward Morana.

Siv Helsi · 05-06-2012, 04:14 PM

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Her advantage was strength here, against the armor, and the witch-woman of the Hearg would use that. Battle fury was within her, driving her as it had driven her ancestors before. White teeth were exposed to the wind, lined by black gums and flesh. Siv urged her horse on after the woman, but speed favored the grullo mare—speed based on pain, Siv understood, and felt her own horse driven mad by it. To know an enemy was wounded meant that the fight could be won. As the dominate mare of Salsola, Hildr could not accept any outside challenge.

As the distance grew, Siv saw her chance failing. She wedged the spear against her thigh, pinning it below. The sling would be her only option now, even though this daring move cost her stability. She compensated by leaning to the side, balancing her only somewhat. A river stone was produced from the pouch on her hip, and the leather thong pulled from next to this. Siv swung the stone in a sharp circle only three times before releasing it, sending the rock whipping through the air. If she was lucky she would strike the woman in the skull, though her aim was compromised and likely going to strike much lower.

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