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◦300+ words. Nala war thread #3! Someone come beat him up, but not too badly. He's just a dummy. D: And Alli, I'mma be mean and say noooo Minos please! <3 He and Nala are friends!



     Nala trotted happily along the coast, nosing his way into every bush, tree trunk, or cluster of grass that he could find. After all his time in Inferni, he could recognize the scent of those silly Dahlians easily. Aside from Anselm, he'd only actually met those pesky wolves, so it was pretty easy for him to remember the scent, since he didn't have a bunch of them muddling his memory. Nope, things were pretty simple right now, and he knew that he was getting very close to the pack's territory. He was not quite there yet, but he would be soon. The young, scrawny coyote did not know exactly what it was that he was going to do when he got to Dahlia de Mai, but he knew it would be something! He knew that the Dahlians were coming over to Inferni to be mean, so he was going to do what he could do fight for the clan. He was going to make Anselm proud!

     "Hm, hm, hmmm," he hummed to himself repeatedly, no real tune actually present. Generally, Nala liked to keep himself company by talking, humming, or singing (quite terribly) to himself. Today, he had decided to hum! If he had company, things would have been so much easier, and he would be a lot less lonely, he decided. They could go take on some Dahlians together! Maybe his friend Minos could help him. It did not occur to him as he stopped on the sandy beach just outside a boundary, waiting for someone to find him, that Minos actually was a Dahlian and that it was highly unlikely that Minos would actually help him beat up wolves. He was going to have to do this alone. It couldn't be that hard, because after all, he had beaten up Myrtle pretty good, all by himself!

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Hi there! 300+



After spending the night in a den she'd found, an old abandoned badger hole of all things, Fae wanted nothing more than to explore Dahlia de Mai. She was a creature with the desire to be aware at all times, and having no clue where her new pack's territory spanned made her uncomfortable. This was especially true considering the war that was apparently going on, a festering concept in the back of her mind, like a plague. She had to know the area in order to feel remotely secure, though security was a virtue she never expected to completely grasp. It was always just out of reach for her.



The gray fem regretted having walked into such a goatfuck, but at some level it made her strangely happy. The excitement of it could lend her purpose, and she may no longer have to simply drift through her life like a phantom. Her thoughts spun around in her mind as she headed toward the coast, her pace fast and with its usual characteristic urgency. The beach was warmer, somehow, and the sand felt nice on her paws. Fae paused and let her dark nose linger as the breeze shifted, her nostrils quavering to capture the details of an unfamiliar scent. She cast her cobalt gaze down the beach, and there, perched in the sand, was a scrawny creature. Her heart sped up; the shape was distinctly canine, but too small and slender to be wolf. She mused that he was perhaps a Dahlian with only a fraction of wolf blood, like her. Fae loped toward him, closing the distance between them. She paused on her side of the invisible border, her stance alert and cautious with ears and shoulders erect, her tail poised high behind her. The black feather flickered in the wind, dancing as if to mock him. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice cool and dangerous.

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◦300+ words. =D And I'm sorry he's so dumb. xD



     As he waited, he wondered whether or not he should call for someone to come and meet him, since it did not seem likely that someone would magically appear right in front of him (even if that would be really cool). Nala could not exactly remember whether or not the dumb black puppy or the stupid Myrtle had howled for anyone, and he didn't know if it would be good war manners to call. After all, he didn't really understand the concept of war yet, despite trying really hard to do it right so that Anselm could be happy and proud of him. Deciding not to howl, Nala set himself to waiting, as he really wanted to save all of his strength for fighting some bad wolves to help Inferni. Besides, howling or yipping would attract attention, and he did not want that, really. He only wanted one wolf, not a bunch.

     When the other arrived, the young coyote stood again, puffing out his chest in what he considered to be a very intimidating way. The tone of her words happened to be completely lost on him, and he grinned, tongue lolling, before answering, "I'm Nala! And I'm here to. . . Uhm. . ." He paused, considering how he should word it. He wanted to be intimidating! "I'm Nala from Inferni, and I'm here to kick some stupid Dahlian butt!" he decided upon, considering that to be good enough. This wasn't the first time he'd be kicking butt from Dahlia de Mai, after all. He still had no idea what the war was about or why it had started, but he wanted to do everything that he could to help the clan win this silly war. The coyote clan was definitely better than Dahlia de Mai, anyway, so he really had to fight for it. He'd promised Anselm he would be useful, too, which was a big deciding factor.

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I love him. Smile



Fae shared with him the lack of war experience. This was apparent to her in his behavior as well as hers; she didn't know quite what to do. He greeted her in almost a friendly way, grinning like a complete idiot. When he first began to speak, she thought maybe he was actually a harmless wanderer. Unlike many wolves of her pack, Fae held no particular prejudice against coyotes; not yet anyway. Her mother had lent her the coyote blood, and other than being a stupid whore, there'd been nothing wrong with her. A pure-blooded wolf could easily have the same unfortunate attributes. Although this boy's behavior made Fae think that perhaps coyotes were inherently stupid. And now she had to deal with him.



Her slender brow rose, blue eyes staring into his of gold, expecting him to tell her he was just fucking with her. But he was not. He had nothing else to say after informing her of his purpose there, and she had to believe he was telling the truth. "Are you fucking retarded?" she asked calmly, her taill waving and a smile blooming across her narrow face. She wasn't going to attack him. He had not yet crossed into her territory. If there was one thing she was sure of, regarding war, it was not to rack up points against one's own side. He would have to "provoke her." "You want to beat some 'stupid Dahlian butt'? Come on then, genius, kick my stupid ass." She straightened, staring him directly in the eyes, her tail waving like a high flag behind her.

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Sorry, dear. :c



     Nala's only experience with fighting had been with Myrtle, unless one decided to count all of the times that his siblings had beaten on him, though for what reason he was not sure. Nobody had ever been able to give him a good reason for the violence his siblings had inflicted upon him, though they had said it was because he was too stupid to fight back. Well, Nala had never fought back, but it wasn't because he was stupid! It had always made him very upset to hear them call him that, and now, as the Dahlian wolf insulted him in the exact same way, Nala felt the fur on his neck bristle in response. "No, I am not! I'm not retarded or stupid or dumb or anything!" he shouted, golden gaze glaring at her, eyes narrowing.

     The young coyote was a bit too dense to realize that she was standing threateningly, and he did not exactly recognize that she was waiting for him to attack her for a reason. Such things were out of his grasp, just like the very idea of war. His clumsy suqabble with Myrtle was not exactly impressive, but he had very much liked feeling like he had won. Nala growled, approaching her quickly. He had technically won against Myrtle, so maybe he stood a chance against this female. Baring his teeth, Nala slouched closer to the ground, though he was already smaller than her.

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No worries Smile. I'm sorry this post sucks, I haven't had much experience with fight threads.



His reaction was pitiful. Fae felt sorry for him, such a small creature wishing to prove himself. His words were shouted adamantly, willing her to believe what he said with every harsh syllable. Her conscience washed her with a slightly sick feeling, wondering if he was so hurt by her words because he'd been called stupid before, many times in his life; surely he had. He definitely came across as a less intelligent creature. With honey eyes narrowed he crossed the invisible borderline, her ticket to attacking him. But now, she reasoned, it was her duty to fight him off. Empathy had no place here.



With his slender form against the ground, he appeared desperately small, and desperately easy. Fae knew suddenly that she could easily kill him, being stronger and larger. But that wasn't what she wanted to do; she wanted to hurt him, and she wanted to make him leave. Shaking away the last bit of hesitancy with a snarl taking place, the woman leaned toward him, quick as a snake, and grabbed his needle-like maw between her fangs, holding fast against the struggle he would likely display. The power she held in that moment gave her such a rush as she'd never felt before, on any drug.

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It's okay, fights are weird for me, too. xD;


Nala only wanted to do what was best for Inferni, and to do that, he needed to prove that he was worth something. He had never been good at anything. In fact, the young coyote was pretty bad at most things. All he wanted to do was show that he could be helpful and useful and that he was worth something for his clan, and maybe it would make his parents and his brothers and sisters love him more. Was that so wrong? Nala did not think so, but perhaps this wolf would. He just wanted to be good at something for once, and if he could only be good at beating up wolves so that Anselm would be proud of him, then so be it. At least it would be something. He would be liked, even, maybe!

He yelped in surprise as he felt her jaws close over his small muzzle, ears pinned back against his head. He growled deep in his throat continuously, hoping that it might intimidate her into letting him go. He lifted his paw to bat at her face, claws searching for her eyes. If he could reach her, then maybe he could catch her off guard so that she would let go of him. If he got her in the eye, then he would even have the upper hand! If he missed her eye, though, he hoped he would at least get a good few scratches in on her cheek.

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No matter how much of a scrawny wimp the fawn coyote was, she hoped that this fight would be heard of by her pack members, by her gorgeous leader Haku. Perhaps the power she felt now would intensify once he knew she could fight. She relished the thought, and kept in her mind's eye the image of pride in her Rosen's horrific and yet beautiful face. There were wolves in this pack who worshiped Haku. Fae wasn't among them, but to be an asset to such a powerful beast would feel wonderful, she imagined. There was no other way to look at it.


She thought about this even as Nala's ears pinned themselves against his skull, as his claws wildly scratched her for release. He missed her a few times, but managed to scrape her cheek up well. She wasn't expecting the claw to her eye, and involuntarily released him, snarling as she pulled away. Midnight-blue eye blinked several times, moisture gathering at the corners to leak down her abused cheeks. She kept her other eye on him and went for him again, using the force of her sturdy body to shove toward him with the intention of knocking him over; but she was hindered and clumsy by the distraction of her pained eye.

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Inferni was the first clan he had ever belonged to, although his birth litter had been large enough that the single family could technically be considered a clan of its own. It had never been official, and Nala had never truly had a leader figure. More than likely, this was part of why he fawned over Anselm as much as he did. The golden hybrid had been the first being Nala had met since running away from his siblings and their incessent teasing, as well, and Anselm had shown him a kindness in taking him in, despite the war and Nala's obvious incompetence in such matters. He thought he was soing really well, though. He'd protected Inferni from that stupid Myrtle, and now he was protecting Inferni from this female (completely ignoring the fact that she had not come to Inferni or threatened it at all). Nala was being a good coyote for his clan and Anselm, yes he was.

He yipped with glee as he realized that he had actually hit her. That was awesome! Maybe he was winning! If he beat this girl, too, then he could go tell Anselm that he won two fights against two different wolves, and Anselm would be really proud of him. That was all that Nala really wanted, anyway--someone to be proud of him and to be happy to see him. It was not something he had ever been able to experience before, and he thought that he would be able to get praise for fighting wolves. Dsiracted by his happiness at having gotten her, Nala did not realize she was running at him again until she hit him, though it was not very direct and she knocked into his back legs, sending him flying into a heap. He figured he must have thrown her off with his awesome fighting skills. He stood, shaking himself off as he turned towards her again, baring his teeth as he leapt forward with the intention of pinning her with claws and teeth, if he could. She was a lot bigger than him, though, and a better fighter... But all he wanted was someone to be proud of him, and he was trying really hard.

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Fae was not a great fighter. Where she had come from, only males were considered as warriors, if they could be called such. Her pack had been comprised of her blood relatives as well as a few stragglers they'd taken in; therefore, the group was small, without specifically named duties. Her brother, father, and a male named Pollux were the only ones expected to fight. But she, as any wolf, had tussled quite a bit with her siblings as she matured. What little experience she retained stayed with her, and she was trying her best to remember the best moves. Size was on her side, so she fully expected to win this fight with at least this advantage of hers.



She succeed in knocking him askew, but he was up on his feet in no time at all. God, was he going to be one of those coyotes with unending energy? Slapping him around wouldn't do, because now that she thought of it, he probably had more stamina than she. Blood was the only way. While she was considering, she was surprised by the stinging grasp of razor-sharp fangs, the pinches and itches of scrabbling claws. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, infuriated by his ability to catch her unguarded. Fae pulled back, not caring if she dragged him with her, just to loosen his grasp. She then drove at him with fangs bared, snapping for the loose flesh at his cheek, and his blood.

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