[M] - those who live are those who fight

Kai Aiolos · 01-21-2010, 10:42 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong violence starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Mature for violence/language. Word Count: 400
Posting order: Kai, Sicarus, Vitium, Hezekiah, Cotl, Hybrid, Nakir

In Character

After Sicarus had returned to Dahlia de Mai, bruised and bloodied, Kai had been furious. Some stupid coyote had the gall to go and jump his buddy after he had gone just to check out the borders. Well, not just investigate, since he had ended up finding some girl and trying to make his point to her. Kai didn’t care that he had attacked a woman, since from what Sic had said she had been asking for it. As long as they got their point across, it didn’t matter if they attacked women, men, or kids so long as those damn coyotes got it through their heads that Dahlia was superior and therefore they needed to just back off. Or die, whichever came first.

Luckily, with Dahlia as up in arms as they were, Kai and Sicarus didn’t have any reason to justify their current actions. Kai was in his lupus form, having found it the fastest of all three, and with his little knowledge about fighting coyotes all he could consider was their size. Small canines were fast, so he wanted to make sure they wouldn’t get one up on him. Besides, with his ninety pounds (thankfully not travelling had manage to let him bulk up again), no coyote would be able to take him down. The dude who had jumped Sic had been huge apparently, and oh man there was no way that Kai was going to let that stand. They needed vengeance, and that was what they were looking for.

Like a dog and his master (though by all accounts, Kai considered himself the dominant of the two), the blue eyed wolf and his Texan companion moved towards the Waste. Kai kept his nose low to the ground, tail high, stalking out the freshest scents possible. Once they knew where the coyotes were, they’d be able to find one or two of them and take them down. Besides, Sicarus had told him about the crazy skulls (which he had seen in passing, but not had time to study) and Kai found such an act barbaric. That and it would be even better then pissing on their borders, smashing any sort of skull they had on a pike. Who did that, seriously? “Hey Sic,” Kai called, lifting his head to look over his shoulder, though maintaining his pace. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find that girl, huh?”

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-21-2010, 11:20 PM

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In Character

Sicarus was sore. There was a fresh wound across his chest, dangerously close to the pallid fur over his neck. The tawny-furred man was pissed off—Inferni had not only committed an offense against his leader, one of their own had escaped his claws. He'd had her; her blood had bubbled up over his claws and her flesh had crumpled beneath his fists. The man should have had her; he should have exterminated her than and there on the borders. Her head should have been sitting on a pike back at Dahlia de Mai—that would certainly show those coyote scum. If the rest of them were the size and strength of that puny little girl, the clan was finished—finished—when Sicarus de Ericeto got there.

As usual, Sicarus was in his optime form—the wounds restricted his motion just a tad much in his four-legged forms, not that he liked to use them much anyway. Today he was in his full attire, the burgundy cloak pulled tightly around his form. With the neck-strings knotted, the man's still painful wound was hardly even visible. Today was different, though—Sicarus had found in the bowels of their new dwelling a rather interesting implement. It seemed to have been made entirely for the purpose of beating things. There was a handle down near the bottom, covered with rotting and corroded tape of some sort, and it thickened into a rather nice, blunt structure. It was quite long, and Sicarus carried it over his shoulder, the dull wheat-colored wood of the thing obscenely obvious against the deep reddish purple of his robes.

The werewolf carried along after his friend, headed in the direction of the enemy's borders once again. Sicarus was not scared; he was angry. He did not know fear. The man was ready to smash some skulls, and the other canine's question brought a snort from him, sending a sliver of pain through the man's body. "I hope so. I'd like to smash her head to pulp," Sicarus replied. "Little bitch," he added as an afterthought. "I had her, Kai-man. I had her and that big fucker showed up," the werewolf growled, again annoyed at his failure to destroy at least a part of the clan. The gleaming white of the clan's perimeter bibelots came into view up ahead. They were worthless, meaningless! Sicarus growled at the mere sight of them, his arms itching to smash them to little pieces.

Vitium Lykoi · 01-21-2010, 11:39 PM

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Vitium had been close at hand when he’d heard Kai and his friend speaking of Sicarus’ mishap with the clan. A sinister twisted smile had appeared upon his face as they two had went into further discussions on what they planned to do to bring the score back in Dahlia de Mai’s favor. A low chuckle had risen from his throat as he’d sat a distance away from the two, hidden in the shadows as they plotted revenge. The whisper man spoke highly of their plans and the dark hued man had been coaxed along. Normally he listened to the whisper man and argued a bit before making a choice, but the chance to do a little collateral damage to the clan, that he could not pass up. He had realized that there was much to be gained by following the two fellows out on their mission and so he did.

He knew that if they cared they would have noticed his shadowy figure following them, or they just knew he was there all along and added it as one more fellow to their ranks, whatever reason they didn’t send him back thrilled him as his adrenaline began to pump and his dark eyes sparkled with malice. He had no fears of meeting any old faces within the clan, if they wanted his blood they could come for it, but he would be dining on theirs before they even were granted the chance to attempt to bring the clan’s form of justice upon him. He smiled darkly to himself as he followed after his fellow pack mates.

When they had reached the border Vitium finally caught up with them, their voices rising on the winds as he cackled and slide up beside Kai. His voice was low as he murmured. ”Are we waiting for an invitation?” His skinned itched, wanting to get his claws on some poor soul who had been too stupid to heed the warning of the leaders and keep an eye out for trouble. Trouble was here now and they weren’t leaving without having caused a little chaos. He wanted to do more than linger on the borders, he grinned as he raised his dark orbs to gaze at the two he had been tailing. He didn’t care what they thought about him, they’d given him an opportunity to wreak havoc on his kin’s world without being a lone target and he would take that gladly.

Kai Aiolos · 01-22-2010, 12:28 AM

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In Character

Poor Sicarus had to drag himself back to Dahlia, and when Kai had found him all banged up he had been furious. No one was allowed to beat up his buddy, not by a long shot. Especially because then Kai had to be his provider, and while he and Sicarus were as tight as friends could be, it had really sucked needing to hunt for both of them. Still, he had done so because it was expected of him, and he had no issue with making sure he kept his roommate fed. Haku would no doubt expect such a thing from him, and if it gave Kai the boost he needed to get attention by their leader (who had, after his attack on Inferni, promoted Sicarus).

Once Sic had been ready to go, there was no question about what needed done. So now they were off, Sicarus with his stick thing in hand, to go raise some hell. Kai let out a laugh at his suggestion, and wagged his tail, amused by the idea—even the part about the big coyote who by all rights had to be a hybrid from the way Sic had described him. “Hah, yeah man. Maybe he’ll show up again and we can take him out. Won’t be so tough when two of us are here, yeah?” Shaking his neck, the wolf trotted on, slowing only as the unfamiliar wolf came up to his side. By his scent, he was a member of the pack, and Kai instantly accepted this as readily as he did Haku Soul’s leadership.

Still, Kai considered himself the leader of the group, and snorted at the dark wolf’s suggestion. “We’re gonna fuck up their little decorations,” he explained, jerking his head towards Sicarus’ weapon of choice. “Then yeah, we got some people to find. Name’s Kai,” he added, deciding it might be best to introduce himself so he wasn’t just considered the blue eyed timber wolf with the scarred haunch.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-22-2010, 01:20 AM

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In Character

The tawny-furred werewolf twisted his head toward his companion, wincing with the motion. Thanks to his damn hood draped over his ears and forehead he couldn't look at Kai without doing that, and it hurt every time. Still, with his weapon, Sicarus was extra certain of himself. It was not a difficult thing to wield; Sicarus was certain he could inflict damage with this weapon. It was crude, it was simple, it was efficient, and he was going to bash some skulls in—both some already bleached-white ones and some live ones with brain tissue still inside. Sic was going to fling grey matter all over their damn border; how would they like that? "Oh yeah. Big man will have to say hello to my little buddy this time around," the werewolf stated, hyped up on his own adrenaline, feeding off of the other man's excitement. They were off to do what teenagers did best again—fuck shit up.

The sharp orange eyes of the Italian wolf were completely focused on those decorative skulls. They were meant to stand for something—well, Sicarus would see what they stood for after he had smashed them all to the ground and pissed on the dust left behind. He was aware of his packmate somewhere behind them; though he did not know the man's identity he was glad for his company. The more power they brought to Inferni's door the better Haku looked in the end. Kai and Sicarus were both deeply loyal to their leader; they would not hesitate to do their absolute best to please him. The white bibelots dangling there on the borders taunting him goaded the tawny werewolf to take faster steps, his darker ears flicking back to catch the words of his companions. "Fuck no!"

With that, the Bluet charged forward, now holding his bat upwards, charging toward a particularly large wolf skull. Sic swung, and a loud crack issued outward, shattered pieces of bony white exploding from the remnants of the skull. Some of them still clung to the tree by the posts that held them, so the wolf prodded at them with the blunt end of his bat until they too fell, and kicked them around some, putting on a rather angry show for his companions. Hell, he was angry—the life of the girl had been stolen from him outright. She belonged to him, and that damn other wolf had bested him, surprised him! Snorting loudly, Sic spat on the remnants of the skull, letting out a shrill laugh as he moved down to the next skull, raising his bat once more to bring it crashing down over the thing.

Vitium Lykoi · 01-22-2010, 02:07 AM

Vitium could feel the weight of the daggers that he had strapped to his body, each weight reminding him that there was blood to be paid. He smiled to himself as he stood beside Kai and eyed the decorations of the border. For too long he’d wanted to leave his mark on the clan’s lands and it seemed like today he would get that chance. He nodded to the other male as he agreed. ”Sounds like a plan to me.” a warped smile spread across his lips as the whisper man agreed. This would be well worth it and he hoped that his foolish mother and brother dearest would realize that they weren’t here to play games anymore.

His eyes rose to the decorations as he realized the icy blue eyed male had given his name. Vitium grinned foolishly as he gave his own. ”I’m Vitium, and you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this...” There was no need for further explaining, the need to shed blood, to cause havoc in the lands and to return home splattered in the gore of their enemies to show that they were worthy members of the pack. Kai didn’t know how much Vitium needed this, he needed to show Haku that he was here for more than a rift between mother and son, sibling on sibling; he would show him that he was able to be trusted and he would carry out the tasks appointed to him. A dark chuckle rose from his throat as he turned his eyes to easily excitable male that was traveling with Kai and himself now.

It seemed that the second member of the three thug crew wasn’t waiting for a command to attack and Vitium let out a cackle of amusement as he watched Sicarus throw his fury out at the decorations. It didn’t take Vitium but a moment to follow in his path and set his sights on the skulls that decorated spikes plunged deep into the ground. Vitium uprooted the spike and cracked it against the tree, shattering the sun bleached skulls to shards. He kept swinging the spear of wood until there were just remnants and a powdering of calcium upon the newly made weapon. He grinned to himself as he moved toward the next spear with the skulls of the unlucky upon it.

Taking a swing and cracking the first spear into the side of the second he heard the crack of another skull splitting in two, not stopping to further destroy the first he set off down the line to annihilate each and every one of the skulls within his reach. If they were lucky they would be able to clear out a nice section of skulls before the skinny sorry excuse for infantry appeared to discourage their plans. He couldn’t wait,

Hezekiah Finch · 01-22-2010, 05:29 PM

Suck post is suck. *RUINS THEIR FUN, HOWEVER*
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Though he had no way of knowing it, it seemed that Inferni’s calmness was about to come to a complete stop on that particular day. There had been quite a bit of hustle and bustle to be found in the lull between meeting and actual conflict and from it, Hezekiah had developed a routine of sorts. Even if his contributions to Inferni were meagre in comparison to others and he generally kept to himself out of habit, it didn’t stop him from being steadfast in doing what task he had been given to do. And as the woodsy-coloured watchmen of a war-bound clan disliked by many, he did that job constantly.

It was faint, but there had been a distinct crack somewhere to the south of him. It was a crack that was not like the sound of branches breaking overhead, but a rather a sound that he could not place. It piqued his curiosity momentarily, stopping him mid-step on his way towards Inferni’s southernmost borders to listen. It took a bit of straining, but he picked up the sounds of movement in his stillness, and more clearly the laughter that had come from someone having a good time. This was ultimately the thing that drew him closer to the borders with haste.

At best, Hezekiah had expected to encounter just one wolf messing around the borders. It wouldn’t have been the first time and surely not the last; he knew that they were fond of dismantling their crude line of pikes and skulls. But as he drew in closer through the spotty cover of trees and bare shrubs, he saw more than just one. Two light, one dark, and most definitely outnumbering and out-powering any thought he would have had to stop them. He was not foolish enough to come any closer, but instead halted his approach. Even with reasonable cover and distance between them, there was that fifty-fifty chance he had been seen and heard.

Which was no matter; Hezekiah believed he could outrun three optime creatures in a lupus form. And on the off chance that he had neither been seen or heard, he made himself known in the best way he knew how — a sharp, high-pitched coyote howl to rally the rest of Inferni to where he was. The trio of Dahlians could smash all of the skulls that they wanted to, because it would only be a matter of time before there were heads to replace them.

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Cotl · 01-22-2010, 06:08 PM

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Word Count: 514 Cotl is in Optime form, Jacoby just ish excited to use this table, even though he's like never in lupus. xP

In Character

The male had been checking the borders like a freaking maniac. He had been doing so not only because this was war, but because he wanted to see who the hell Kaena and Gabriel had been letting into the clan. One of the newer arrivals had been a complete bitch to him. The meeting left him angry and wanting to take out a throat or two. Nakir was the bitch's name, and if she hadn't been protected by law of Inferni, her body would have been gutted, her head decapitated from her body. She would have also been added to the pikes that lined the borders of Inferni. War time was good for taking out anger though. The boy had even sliced up a few trees on the way out of the forest because he had been so angry. The male rode his steed along the borders, looking out for intruders, and for joiners.

Instead, off in a distance, the male had seen three others. His audits pulled forward and his muzzle wrinkled. He could smell them. They were wolves. And of Dahlia. The male jabbed his horse's side before letting out a howl into the sky. This howl alerted other Inferni that there were Dahlians at their borders. Maschine took off in the direction of the three wolves, no fear detectable in the horse's body. Cotl was quick to draw his blade as the horse galloped. Cotl had seen the wolves pretty far off, and before he could make it to the wolves, they had taken a bat to one of the skulls of the borders. Bi-colored orbs narrowed on the sight of them smashing one of his skulls. He had been making sure all the skulls were in good condition because it was part of his job. Now he would have to go out and find a new one...Or perhaps make one from one (or all three) of these fuckers. Cotl noticed a forth male, scent of Inferni. He had backup. This was good. The optime male would be able to fight more efficiently with another present. The other male also threw up a howl. More were more than likely to follow after the two howls.

Maschine charged up to the three males, Cotl's sword was ringing in the air as it sliced through the air beside the two charging beasts. Cotl was remarkably smaller than all three of the males, but twice as fast. Arm the male with a sword, and you have a dangerous beast. The male spoke no words to the males. They knew what they were doing, and they knew how this all was going to end. With one of them decapitated, and Cotl putting their head where the pike that they broke had been. As the horse charged, Cotl directed the horse to the right of the male whom had the bat. His sword sliced through the air, it singing as it did so. Hopefully this slash would be one that connected. One that decapitated. It sure as hell was tall enough and powerful enough to do so.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-22-2010, 06:48 PM

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Hezekiah's howl was the only indication of trouble at the borders. It was silent and tranquil where Hybrid was, some distance to the west. However, Hezekiah's howl cut into the quiet calmness of the forest. It was not long before Hybrid jumped to his feet was off running, bounding through the clanlands in his Secui form. He moved quickly along the border, searching for the intruding Dahlian forces. He knew the area quite well, both from his time as a member since the founding of the clan, and also from his frequent border patrols. Since the declaration of the war, Hybrid had increased the frequency of his patrols, always hoping to find a wandering Dahlia wolf he could attack. Now was the day he could protect Inferni and get his bloodshed, too. Hybrid grinned wickedly as he continued loping toward the unknown enemies.

He arrived to find a tan and black wolf atop a horse swinging a strange pointy stick — sort of what he had seen Halo practising with — at the intruders. Hybrid rolled his eyes, wishing some real fighters would show up so they could actually engage the intruders in battle. Hybrid continued running, knowing if he stopped, he would lose all of the momentum he'd built up. Instead, he continued on, charging at any one of the three intruders. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the dark brown form of the traitor. He snarled and continued to charge toward the nearest wolf, leaping at him with his jaw wide and fangs bared so he could tackle the enemy to the ground. He would pay for trespassing. Hybrid hoped all three of these filthy creatures — the traitor especially — would pay dearly for their transgressions against the coyote clan. They would soon see why Inferni had survived for so long.

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Nakir · 01-22-2010, 07:52 PM

Mmm. Shit post.

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Nakir had been scouting about Inferni, looking for nothing in particular. She had met surprisingly few of her clan mates - in part because she avoided them, where possible, but it was still odd. A strange tension was building in her new home and it was unnerving, even to a female so used to conflict. Perhaps that was the problem; there was

So, upon hearing a coyote expel a rallying cry from within the territory, Nakir was immediately interested. Forgoing her usual optime form, the female took a moment to shift into secui, assuming she would need its speed and strength. For now, the female left her knife behind - it would be too cumbersome to carry in her halfling form and optima would not lend her the haste she needed to aid her mysterious comrades.

Her transformation complete, Nakir launched into a run, offering a frenzied howl. She was coming.

It wasn't long before the source of the howl was visible, but a commotion was already starting. Cotl, the idiot, was prancing around on his horse and waving his Sword of Compensation around at wolves Nakir immediately recognized as intruders. A smaller coyote was in the process of charging a dark brown wolf; the third was just finishing his rallying cry and making move to attack.

Her ice blue eyes were on the hooded male that was casually smashing Inferni's trophy skulls, laughing as he did so. She snarled, and not having stopped yet, she used the momentum of her run to charge him, attempting to bowl his clumsy optime form over with her more powerful secui.

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Kai Aiolos · 01-22-2010, 09:32 PM

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Word Count: 300. And Jacoby, I figure that Maschine will probably spook since he hasn't been exposed to combat yet--just something to keep in mind. -totally not a horse geek-

In Character

Kai laughed boyishly as Sicarus rushed at the nearest skull and proceeded to use his stick to break it to pieces. Not far behind was Vitium, who used the pike itself to destroy the horrible place holders. On his toes, Kai was giddy with excitement, enthralled to finally strike at the coyotes. That was, of course, until the fuckers spotted them. A cry rose up from nearby and Kai’s tail and ears stood on end, hair raising all along his spine. Oh fuck. Before he had time to pinpoint the source, he heard another cry rise up, followed shortly by the thundering of hooves. To his horror, a maniac on some terrible looking beast came flying down towards them. He had a shiny stick in his hand, but he was going for Sicarus, not Kai, and he had no time to consider defending him. Quite suddenly, a coyote that looked like the giant Sic had described came barreling at him.

Kai pinned his ears and pulled his lips back, blue eyes flashing as he braced himself to meet the charge. The red eyed coyote slammed into him, and Kai went flying backwards, landing hard with the heavy Secui male on top of him. Unwilling to fall this easily, though knowing he was at a disadvantage due to his lack of experience, Kai began snapping wildly. His tail had curled instinctively over his groin, and his hind legs worked like pistons, trying to cut and throw the coyote off of him. Once he got back on his feet he would be able to grab the bastard, and once he did that he could rip his face off. That, right now, was his plan. Kai continued to snap at the Secui male’s face furiously, intent on gouging his pretty little eyes out.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-24-2010, 05:09 AM

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They were coming. Sicarus could feel it in his bones, and he welcomed it. They were three strong today, and with Kai to back him up, Sicarus simply felt invincible. He was on top of the world—together with Vitium they were a damn army, him and Kai and Vitium. Well, they were a three-piece army, anyway, and Sicarus was just damn glad to have some back-up this time around. This was distinctly different from sneaking up on a little girl in the night. Sicarus felt the thrill of real battle for the first time, and he yowled his happiness as Vitium smashed a skull or two, too. Kai seemed to want to hang back a little, and Sic was glad for that—they could use some eyes back there, anyway.

The werewolf was having a grand old time; there was actually a rather sadistic grin spread across his face, at least until the howl rose up from somewhere behind them. It was high-pitched, far moreso than any call Sicarus had heard before. His head snapped around, seeking the source of the sound. He could not see that coyote, but there was another sound, distant and familiar. Hooves! Sicarus had been around horses for some time—he was no horseman, but he had seen them before, at least. They were great big beasts, and he had not been expecting that. Immediately the wolf's gleeful play stopped—this was more serious now. He readied himself as best he could, the adrenaline flowing through his bloodstream and helping immensely to dull the ache emanating from his chest, and crouched downward, slinking toward his fellows with his bat at the ready.

He was still seeking the source of the first howl when he finally saw the horse, some kind of monsterous beast with a skull to match the ones he'd just smashed tattooed across his face. Immediately the werewolf's fangs were displayed, fierce glittering things that showed volumes of rage. The horse came barreling straight for him, and the werewolf hit the deck at the last instant, crouching downwards as far as he could to avoid the blow of the blade. The horse's hooves thundered right past him, and Sicarus nearly bolted out from under them wildly, his heart pounding in his chest. Of all the things he had been expecting, equines were not one of them. Snarling, he watched as another of the canines tackled Kai! This was not going as they had planned.

Before he could come to his fellow's aid, something else hit him, sending him sprawling into the grass on his side. The impact caused pain to rip into his body from his days-old wound, and the wolf could not supress a yowl of hurt. He still gripped his bat, but now the dark-furred coyote was on top of him, pinning him to the ground, and at any moment that beast with the horse might be able to turn him around. Snarling wildly the werewolf choked up on his bat, gripping it halfway up to secure a better grasp on the bat. It was not a close-range weapon. He jabbed wildly at the other canine's shoulders and head with the weapon, hoping to strike a blow and daze her long enough to get knocked out. He had to get up—staying on the ground meant certain doom and Sicarus was not dying thanks to some woman. Sicarus wasn't particularly frangible, but the injury on his chest certainly slowed him down. The other canine was a Secui, and about the same size as Optime Sicarus, who wasn't particularly impressive in any of his forms.

Vitium Lykoi · 01-24-2010, 01:38 PM

It really didn’t surprise Vitium that the clan was so quick to call to arms. They had always had a greed for bloodshed and never seemed to think before plunging into a fight, or atleast most of them didn’t. He snarled as he heard the first alarm call, his eyes turned towards the beast that seemed to think it best to stay in the distance. He grin to himself and moved towards the clan member, his grip still tight on the makeshift spear as he decided that he would make it his duty to take the whiny one who’d called for backup. A devilish grin split his maw as he eyed the beast before him. It wouldn’t take long to finish the clan member off, perhaps he’d leave the head for his mother, a nice welcoming present from one Lykoi to the other. He could just imagine the rage at having one of her own clan members’ heads handed to her, or even better, placed on a spike where a wolves head had once been.

He’d moved away from the two Dahlia de Mai members when the sound of thunder filled his ears, he turned to see what was going on, realizing that some crazed coyote on horseback was heading straight for Sicarus. He snarled and abandoned the coward that was standing in the distance as he caught the scent of Hybrid who was barreling into Kai at the moment. He would pay the bastard back when Kai was done with him, but he had other ideas as he charged towards the beast on horseback, coming from behind as he thrust his sword towards Sicarus. He drew back with the thick slab of wood, using it as a bat himself as he swung hard, aiming for Cotl’s back. He’d show the bastard how stupid it was to bring a horse into war.

Hezekiah Finch · 01-31-2010, 02:20 AM

*is finally digested from the bowels of four papers and a couple hundred pages of reading in the last week* And just to make it clear because I'm really a horrible fighter -- he's after Vitium, trying to bite whatever leg is opposite of the hand that's holding the stick-bat-thing, rofl. ;_;
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As his call faded away into the cold air, others rose up. Hezekiah didn’t move in until he had seen the others come in, closing the gap between border and intruder with startling results. There was the fellow on the horse, who Hezekiah made sure to give a wide berth as not to get stepped on in the chaos. The creatures who came to his aid were ones that he didn’t really know (or recognise) and despite being out of familiarity with them, he took the proper time to assess what they did as not to impede their attack. There were now four of them against the three and Hezekiah felt that there were bound to more to arrive in the minutes that would pass — these were, after all, the ones who had been closest.

He charged in when the time seemed right, following in a dark-haired female as she charged one of the optime wolves. Hezekiah could not see his face clearly for the hood, but his attention was diverted crisply towards the dark hybrid with the stick of wood from the corner of his eye. It was something like slow motion for just the briefest of seconds as he appraised him, watching the muscles in his arm grow taut as he pulled the makeshift weapon back to strike. There wouldn’t be enough time to cross over him to grab that arm, so he would simply have to make do with what he could: Hezekiah dove through the fray to strike for the thigh opposite his weapon-wielding hand.

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Cotl · 01-31-2010, 03:01 AM

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Word Count: Yush, Mel, I wasn't planning on keeping Maschine in the battle.

In Character

The other beast had gone down, his sword slicing through nothing but air. Cotl snarled, but he had no time to really be pissed off that he missed, because he turned his head slightly, and saw another male, the darker colored one, coming at him with a bat. Before Cotl could really react, his steed had. Maschine had kicked out both of his back legs, out of instinct because of the approaching male had startled the stallion. Maschine kicked out several more times, more than likely kicking the other male that had dared to come behind a horse like that, it not once, then twice, or three times. Cotl grabbed onto the reigns, but this did not help settle the being. The stallion continued to kick, and it went as far as to start running away from the battle. Cotl could not have himself fleeing from the battle, so he was quick to abandon the steed, his body lifting itself on the steed's back, and him jumping to the ground as the stallion continued to gallop off into a distance, not even looking back at it's master. Cotl didn't look back at the steed either, knowing the stallion would not go outside of the borders, but more like going back to the mansion where it was safe.

Cotl let his feet recover from his jumping off the horse before he quickly (and extremely quickly might I add) ran back towards the battle, his sword still in his left hand, slicing through the air, singing as he swiftly made his way back to his original opponent, seeing the bitch coyote on the male had discouraged him from attacking the pinned male. Cotl had been the odd man out at the moment, no opponent to go after, so he had gone after the same male that more than likely had been kicked by Maschine. His sword swung at the male, aiming to kill. His shackles were raised, his audits pulled back, and his maw holding a sadistic smile. He would have a head to replace the ones they broke. Oh yes, he will have a skull...Or possibly three.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-31-2010, 01:40 PM

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The blue-eyed wolf was down! Hybrid snarled in excitement as he crashed into the wolf and skidded to a stop. Just as soon as Hybrid regained his footing, the Dahlian wolf began to thrash wildly, lashing out in every direction with his back legs and snapping at Hybrid. Jostled, but still stable enough to try and get a few hits in, Hybrid tried to dig his clawed paws in to the other male's chest while he snapped at him as well. He aimed to bite the other creature's neck and face, but was dislodged from the creature soon enough. Hybrid could not remain on top of the blue-eyed male for long; not with him thrashing and moving all about like a madman! As Hybrid backed off, he felt the creature make contact with his teeth, ripping out a large chunk of fur and digging into Hybrid's flesh. Panicked, Hybrid yanked his head back, worsening the wound and leaving the male with a mouthful of skin and flesh.

Hybrid retreated quickly, keeping his head down and eyes up. He took a moment to watch the other male before he attacked again. Instead of just throwing his weight at him, Hybrid ducked around the male and tried to attack from the side, intent in biting the man's neck and snapping it once and for all.

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Nakir · 01-31-2010, 02:45 PM

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Nakir shifted her weight to better pin the male down, digging her claws into his shoulders near the collar bones. She grinned wickedly at him, offering a menacing snarl and snapping her teeth alarmingly close to his throat. Perhaps not the wisest decision, but the female had been itching for conflict and here it finally was, at her door. She was playing with him, elongating the fight though she could easily tear his throat out. Nakir laughed, exulting in the power she had over the optime male.

His bludgeon connected with her shoulder and the laugh turned into a bitter snarl, pain erupting in her left foreleg and causing her grip to slacken briefly. She dug in harder with her right claws, narrowly dodging a second attack aimed at her head. No longer caring for the game of the fight, Nakir went for his throat this time, aiming to kill. The attack would hopefully land and deal some damage, if it didn't tear his jugular as intended.

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Kai Aiolos · 02-07-2010, 08:17 PM

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Do you guys maybe wanna do two or three more rounds? And Tammi: Feel free to powerplay any damage on Kai's body, as long as it's not like, ripping his arm off. Tongue

In Character

There was far too much noise, and too many scents. Kai was dumbly aware of the sounds of battle around him; coyote’s yips and yowls, and that monster’s scent and heavy breath. On his chest the weight was incredible, and he couldn’t stand the scent of him all over his body. Thankfully, the coyote leapt up, leaving Kai with a piece of skin as his prize. AHA! He was winning! Scrambling to his feet, he made it up just in time to see the red eyed man come charging at him. Panic set in, replacing the lackluster feeling of power that had now fallen short. This was no longer a winning situation, and some part of the boy knew it, but his ego was refusing to back down. They couldn’t lose to a bunch of mangy coyotes!

Kai turned his head just in time to catch the blow along the side of his face, and felt his skin rip away. Something sharp connected with his ear and he let out a yelp, unused to the amount of pain now rushing to his skull. Before he had time to think, the coyote’s teeth, which had been going for his neck, connected to the thick fur and fat around his neck and shoulder. Once more, panic became instinct—Kai’s head whipped around and his teeth began snapping at the coyote’s ears and neck, fighting to pull himself free regardless of what damage might be done to his body.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 02-09-2010, 09:18 PM

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The thrill of battle was quickly extinguished in Sicarus; he had identified this one as a woman and if there was one thing he would not tolerate, it was being bested by a woman. A twisted cry of joy and rage leapt from his throat as he saw one if his blows strike home on the darkly colored canine; he jerked forward to jab for her again quickly only to miss, and her sharp canine teeth were driving into his shoulder. He had no time to worry about his fellows; he had no idea how many coyotes there were, but it was clear they were outnumbered here. The tawny werewolf yowled at the pain driving through his shoulder, accentuated by the older wound on the other side of his upper torso. He yowled loudly and struck forward with his free hand, aiming a brutal short jab at the other canine's cheek, aiming to knock her lose.

He wanted to regroup with Kai and Vitium; together they might be able to hold them off, but for now they were hopelessly separated, and the tawny werewolf could not get up, still. He was pinned—that was the problem. He would not have a woman vitiate his chance to inflict damage upon Inferni; that was not happening. With a snarl, the werewolf heaved himself sideways, hoping to loosen her grip on him and stand up on his feet again to face her properly. If he was going to die today in service of Dahlia de Mai and Haku Soul, he would be damned if it was going to be flat on his back. The Charme thrashed against her weight, finding for once he was not totally disadvantaged when it come to weight. It wasn't as if he was fighting a full-grown, adult wolf here.

Vitium Lykoi · 02-22-2010, 09:10 AM

ooc: Soory, bad week.

Vitium was pissed. The bastard he had aimed his weapon at had slid past him and hadn't even been hit, though the horse had freaked and lashed out. Vitium wasn't certain how he had dodged the hooves of the great beast but when had had he'd been presented with another problem as another had come at him, snapping and snarling at his free arm as he tried to swing back and smack the beast with the length of wood. He missed and growled as he felt teeth slice along his arm, luck though that the clan member hadn't got a clean shot and had only wounded him rather than grab hold of meat and bone. He growled and snapped back at her as he reached forward to grab hold of the bitch who had drew his blood.

His attention had been on the woman and though he wished he knew where his comrades were he was faced with an even bigger issue as the figure of the male who had been on horseback came into view, the sword slicing through thin air as Vitium had to give up his position and roll across the sands to escape a dire wound. He snarled at the bastard as he came back to his feet a short distance away, covered in sand but still alive. Leaving the two to their own he turned towards the next fight, where Kai was being lashed into.

A very much wolfish howl rose from his lips as he beat a quick path into the brawl, intent on taking out the clan member as he clashed into the mess, hoping that the two he'd left behind had enough sense to stay out of his way as he tried to uproot the clan member from Kai's body.

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