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Tokyo had actually started getting worried about the building intensity of the war, and consequently recently acquired for herself a long-knife. She had zero ability to use it, but a sharp edge was a sharp edge and it was something that would be nice to have on her when wandering. You know, if she actually... Remembered.. To bring it places. Like now. Now, would be a really great time to have the knife. Because she had left it in her den, because it wasn't actually possible to act out her desires.. Well, Tokyo couldn't help but imagine how easily she would take her long-knife and drive it through this filthy, disgusting coyote's heart...
King, her King! This coyote, this Kaena, had threatened her son. There was no excuse. Firefly had gotten a thrashing, and deserved every ounce of it, for merely speaking poorly of King, of Haku. It was amazing the sort of fear that the Dahlian's leader's name inspired in other creatures. Fear, of course, that manifested itself frequently as hatred. It was the way that lesser creatures, those lacking the ability to refine their emotional expression, often acted. And Firefly hadn't even been a coyote. This female that stood before Tokyo was trash, pure and simple. Her face, her entire body was scarred, she was old, and ugly. What could Kaena even get out of life, anymore? The Dahlian's fingers itched for violence, in a way that she hadn't really ever felt before. Not even the murder of half her first litter has been inspired by such feeling. If only she had remembered the long-knife!
Tokyo knew that the threat to King's life was said in all seriousness, and she picked up the puppy that had been trotting on her side, holding him tightly to her breast. It wasn't much actual protection, but it offered him more mobility and meant that Kaena would have to be willing to hurt Tokyo in order to hurt her child. Which, of course, was perfectly likely.. But the mother could also take a bit harder blows. And for some reason, it was the only thing that made sense to do. To.. sacrifice her safety, for his. Weird. Was this love? It was confusing, because until now love had always just seemed something convenient that allowed Tokyo to get things that she wanted more easily.
"Are you stupid or something? Do you know how quickly you would die, if word got out you laid a single paw on this child?" Tokyo spat, stumbling backwards a few steps, nervousness demanding a greater amount of space between them. "I almost killed someone for simply speaking ill of Haku." The Dahlian half-bragged, half-warned. (Also, half-lied.. Technically it was that young male, whatever his name was.. But, still). If only, if only she had brought that long-knife..
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It was only the child that kept the multi-hued woman alive and breathing still. Only the little youth protected the Dahlian wolf from meeting with the Centurion's teeth, and even at that, it was only Gabriel's prohibition and dislike for hurting children that restrained the coyote woman at this very moment. Gabriel would not like her hurting a child. She remembered the sable-furred youth that had been the daughter of Haku Soul, and she had run frightened from her, in fear that the demon himself was lurking right behind them. She had run from that, and she would not run any more. Cowardice was not a part of her, and she would damn well prove it.
No such fear of the devil-wolf was in Kaena today—her rage had been simmering slowly over the past months. Now it threatened to broil over, frothing just beneath the surface and dancing through her yellow-golden eye. It didn't matter if this wolf wasn't Haku, it didn't matter if she had the child with her or not, Kaena Lykoi would have her vengeance all the same. She advanced toward the other canine, her curled yellow fangs already bared. Her snarl was as menacing as ever, twisted and marred by all the scars decorating the old woman's face. Kaena had seen more years than most canines she knew paired together, and a decade of abuse, violence, vengance, fear, and menace were bearing down on the pair of wolves, advancing one slow, confident step at a time.
The female's words barely penetrated the raging predatory consciousness that had overtaken the silver-furred coyote's mind. A single thought registered somewhere within her, resonating and filling the hybrid woman's head with rage. Haku's child? She would eat its heart and smear the rest across the ground, a filthy red streak to remind Haku of what he had done and what she would eventually do to him in turn. The child was just small step—the scarred hybrid would not stop until she had his dead blue eyes in crushed in her fist. Something had snapped within the silver-furred coyote, edged to madness by the taunts and aggression of the pathetic Dahlian woman and amplified by the knowledge that the seed of the devil was here within her grasp.
She did not care if Haku himself came charging up from behind this wolf to come and kill her to protect his child; she would fight him as she had the first time, and this time she would win—or she would die trying to. Either way was better than living with the gaping sore of agony on her innards. She hadn't fought back the second time—she had chosen not to fight back. The thought still rotted within her, festering the months-old wound more painful than when it had been fresh. Her single eye focused on the other canine's pallid blue gaze, her words hissed from clenched and bared teeth, laced with a growl. “And what happens if there's no one left to tell?” She continued to advance forward, her gaze never wavering from the woman's face. The child was nothing once she was out of the way.
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Today was a good day, an exciting day. It was a treat whenever he got to go with Mama and today they had even left the place where everyone else lived. Into the wilds, full of more trees and streams that he had ever seen. King's eyes had been wild, his head constantly darting to and fro as he soaked in the atmosphere of Arachnea's Revenge with spring knocking on the door. Today was a good day—or, more correctly, today had been a good day. And then someone appeared as if from blue smoke, a strange creature. King had never seen a coyote before, nor someone with such a fearsome visage. Before he knew it they were speaking, Mama and the stranger. He understood what she said, but threats were not yet fully in his understanding. Hurt him? Why? What was the reason for that? War was a very abstract thing for someone so young to understand. He knew Mama and Papa and he knew there were bad guys wanting to hurt them.
It wasn't until today he had put him in the equation as well.
Mama swept him up into her arms; he felt safer, despite what a better judgment would have told him. The coyote-woman was serious, the serious look on her scarred face the serious tone in her voice. Why why why? What had he done wrong? What had Papa or Mama done wrong was the world just like this violence anger threats serious serious. The outside world was like this bad bad serious bad. Badcoyote-woman had no reason except for the violence for the violence and she would use it she would he knew she would. She was wrong. No one had done anything wrong here no one—except for her. His parents had never done wrongdoing in his mind, everyone else was out to get them, everyone else was bad. The coyote-woman with the one-eye and the scarred-face kept coming closer, just as the birds continued to build spring-nests and clouds continued to roll ahead. Everything and everyone looked ahead not seeing the now.
He was afraid, but he did not panic. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, it was sending blood and adrenaline through his body. The coyote-woman took another step closer and King's lips flickered in a snarl—something he had learned from watching. She took another step and he began to growl, an almost comical sound that nonetheless sounded cryptic in the silent encounter.
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"Don't be stupid." Tokyo snapped, repeating her previous sentiment, terror giving her words a stronger edge of hatred. "I can't believe you honestly think that your pack, your scrawny bunch of half-breed ugly things, can take down Dahlia de Mai. Do you know how many members we have, now? Haven't you guys shed enough blood to our teeth, yet? Why don't you just give up?" Big words for a creature still stumbling backwards, for a mother clinging to a two month old little boy.
When King snarled at Kaena, when he started to growl.. Tokyo's heart swelled with pride. Her little, lovely, perfect child.. Fearless. Faced with the sort of horror you only expect to see in nightmares, and he growled! She loved him.. loved him so much that it hurt, that this hurt, that her worry was almost making her sick. She had to talk big. It might intimidate her, might make her think twice.. Or, if nothing else, it might keep her talking. And if Kaena was talking, she wasn't fighting. She wasn't attacking. Talking wouldn't last forever, though.
After a few quick steps backwards in succession, when a slightly larger gap than previously was established, Tokyo let loose a howl while she still had an opportunity to do so. It was a call for help. Initially directed just toward Haku, but the sound quickly rippled into just a general plea, a request for the assistance of any Dahlian who happened to hear, who was able bodied.. Who wanted violence, who wanted to spill some filthy coyote blood and stain the soil with the disgusting liquid.
Normally Tokyo would absolutely die of embarrassment, to have to beg for help like that, but.. This situation was dire. She couldn't turn her back and run, Kaena would surely attack. She couldn't shift; the few seconds it would take to accomplish would be more than enough for violence to occur. Not to mention she'd have to set King down, and he was getting big enough that it was awkward for his small mother to carry him in her mouth, now. She needed assistance. And she wanted to see this monster die.
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Buildings could be enclosing. Vark had felt as if the walls had been closing in around him. He needed to get out. Go away, and walk for a while. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to do that, before Haku and Conor had accepted him into their community. Before he became a wolf of the Dahlia de Mai. Now that he had somewhere to call home, he found it easier to leave, with the reassurance of a place to go to when he ran out of steam. Vark sighed, and looked around. Thats probably why he ended up here. Vark crested the hill, and sat down on the grass. He had ventured east, across the length of the the lands of the Dahlia de Mai, until the scent of his pack had slowly decreased. Living off the land, Vark had travelled into the area he remembered was called Arachnea’s Revenge. The land was abundant with forest like plant life, green showing through seeing spring was approaching. But Vark was busy studying his paw instead of the scenery.
Dispite his travelling, Vark was still haunted by nightmares. Images of fire, blood and death plagued his mind in the hours of twilight. But last night had been the worst. It had been so vivid, Vark had been shocked to wake and realise it was a dream. In the dream, he had been attacked by the coyotes, he and his mother. Terror had gripped him, and he had fled, but the ground seemed to move beneath his feet, and the coyotes ran all the more faster. His mother had died, right in front of him. But unlike the other dreams, were the coyotes then brutally tore him apart, Vark had turned. And attacked. He had felt such a violent rage, that when he woke, the ground on which he had slept was scored with deep claw marks, and the foliage around had been flattened. But what had been most shocking was the face that looked back at him as he washed himself in a stream. Seemingly overnight, his chest and shoulders had grown to a huge size. He had grown a mane, and his limbs and body was corded with muscle, that rippled like kittens playing beneath a blanket as he moved. He had shifted.
Vark looked up, bringing himself back to the present. His eye sight hadn’t improved, but he found that he was much stronger, and incredibly fast. Vark hadn’t been strong before, but very fast. He had been known for his reflexes and speed. But now……… Just before midday, he had taken a deer. By himself. Before the deer even noticed he had been there. He was insanely quick. After wishing and wishing to find the ability to shift to a different form, he had finally shifted into Secui, or halfling form, in his sleep. And couldn’t change back.
Varks ears flicked up. A howl, a howl for help echoed eerily. Vark raised his head, judging the distance. It had come from a short distance, closer than he would have thought. Vark quickly loped off in the direction of the howl, making sure to keep himself downwind from the location. He would rather that he saw before being seen. The new form was bigger and harder to conceal than his smaller form, but Vark quickly adjusted, belly crawling silently through the undergrowth as he neared the destination of the cry for help. Even before he saw them, the stench confirmed that one was a coyote. Varks hackled rose. Two more scents touched his incredibly delicate nose, confirming the others identity. One was Tokyo Chance, whom Vark hadn’t met face to face yet. The other was her pup, King. Vark had heard of them both, and knew immediately that his fellow pack members were in danger. Vark blood began to boil. A rage and a need for vengeance and blood slowly swallowed him, and his limited vision became completely useless as his eyes clouded over with red. Confident that he was still concealed, both scent wise and visually, he began to creep forward, bunching his new powerful muscles in preparation to give the coyote a face full of claws and fury.
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The motherly instincts of the silver-furred Centurion had been entirely suppressed by some other seething mad creature, one that did not care if King was minutes-fresh from the womb. Childhood didn't matter—the puppy was an extension of Haku Soul, and it could not be allowed to live. What was his idiot-brained mother thinking, anyway, dragging him out into these very woods here with a war going on? At least Gabriel had been smart enough to send Talitha and Ezekiel away (even though Kae knew even she would not have listened to such a commandment, and her age made her nearly likely to receive one). But here this woman was, puppy in arms, flaunting the diseased seed of Haku Soul around like it was some kind of shining trophy.
Drawing her lips back into what might have been a grin, save for the gnarled yellow canines and the twisted look in her remaining fire-gold eye, the hybrid made a sharp, harsh sound in her throat that passed for a laugh. “Do you know how many members we have, either?” she taunted, mimicking the woman's higher-pitched voice with her own raspier tone. “I'll have Haku's skull hanging on our borders soon, and your little puppy there will just be the sideshow. Tiny little skull to match daddy's big, smashed-up one,” she said, directing her speech toward the growling grizzled ball of fuzz now, again her voice taking on the higher pitch.
As the multi-hued wolf sounded her call, pride didn't keep Kaena from doing the same for a second; war made no heros from arrogance and haughtiness, and even the silver-furred coyote knew when she needed Inferni's assistance. Her trilling coyote yap sounded over the lands, urgency demanding the assemblage of her fellow coyotes. They were needed now—their weeks of war preparation, sparring and defense and traps, all of it would be for nothing if they failed to shine through here. The sound of approaching footsteps just moments after she sounded her alarm to the other coyotes was a surprise—until a scarred, ragged, and torn figure emerged from the brush nearby, his lips grinning an empty-headed smile. Frankie.
Sure, he was a sorry representative for the rest of Inferni—his sewn-on tail hung limply from him, and the faintly rotten smell drifted to her even from his present distance; he even still clutched his skull, though he was shockingly cognizant enough to leave it behind as he drew nearer. Despite these things, he had come quickly—perhaps he had been following Kaena; he was rather eager when it came to her. Since she'd accepted him to the clan, he'd been extremely loyal (and annoying). He often tried to creep into her cave, panting heavily and snorting all the while, and she had to throw him out, too. It was just too much—especially with Vieira back in the cave.
Vieira. Rikka. Herself. How many others? Thinking of the fragile, pale coyote and her broken-armed daughter, the hybrid could only growl louder, leveling her gaze again at Tokyo as Frankie crept up to Kaena's side. “What a good boy,” she cooed to the maniac, half-live coyote. “These bad Dahlians want to take your skull, Frankie,” she said, suddenly taking on a tone of seriousness. The sewn-together coyote made a gargled, strangled sound that passed for a growl, sounding more like a rabid monkey than an actual coyote, and stared at Tokyo and King.
Some of the others could be heard in the distance behind her, and she was certain that Gabriel should be on his way to Dahlia with the other contingent by now. No one was very far, and it wouldn't take the rest of Inferni long. Most had been waiting by the western border restlessly when she left, awaiting the sound of a call.
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She had for some time now humorously given herself the nickname "Kaena’s shadow". While she did not go as far as to stand over the Lykoi matriarch when she slept or worse, she never strayed far from her silvery grandmother. Her hydra rank was probably the one thing she truly took seriously in life, and whether Kaena liked it or not mattered little when the request to keep an eye on the Centurion had come from the Aquila himself. She respectfully kept her distance often as she could, but she never strayed far from the woman. She could make out the fragments of voices dancing along the soft touches of an unusually cold breeze, but knew that Kaena would offer more sound if she was in danger. Now as the beautiful sound from the Centurion’s mind sounded, Halo rose on her feet and drew her blade as she sped towards the call on long and slender legs, going from invisible to visible nearly as quickly as the disgusting, reeking excuse for life called Frankie.
She broke through the naked scenery and was at her beloved family member’s flank in an instant, letting her crimson orbs take in the scene that had been hidden from her until now. The wolf was a pleasantly looking Dahlian with a child in her arms. The young hybrid let her gaze rest an entire second on the golden locks of the female wolf, deciding she would cut it off and remove the canine’s beauty as best she could with her beloved blade. She recognized the blue in the boy’s eyes, but it mattered little if she was to slay her own brother’s son; her nephew. Pain would probably come in some form later, but in a war between two families where she held an equal amount of both in her blood, she was chained down by her choice of faction and loyalty to the clan. The hybrid’s stance spoke of battle already, as she waited only for Kaena to give the command. Her lovely twin blade would see red today.
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There had been a moment of hesitation when the call had risen. Larkspur could sense, as he had always been able to, that something was wrong. The air felt peculiar, full of a heavy electricity that did not settle well in his bones. Larkspur was not smart, but he knew a separate truth and one that whispered to him through the voice of the can tah. This soft whisper was cut short by a brash and demanding call. Someone was in trouble, someone who had called first for Haku and then for others. A woman in danger. By all accounts, no part of Larkspur was required to obey the request, but so strong was his devotion to others that the black wolf could not help but respond.
Four legged, the large male made his way towards the source. What he found surprised him; a coppery woman with a child had three coyotes advancing on her. One carried a sword, one reeked of decay, and the other was the woman he had spoken to before joining Dahlia. Inhaling the tension, Larkspur advanced. In his Secui form, he was a brute; coming to Tokyo’s side, he lowered his head and bared his teeth. Though he felt no true loyalty to this woman, he intended to do what Misery had told him to—blend in, and become “normal”.
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Dancing with aniticipation, Nala could hardly wait for Kaena to give her call. The idea of a war was still a bit more than he could handle, so he did not exactly know what they were going to do now, but he knew that he was going to be helping Inferni now. That was what he told Anselm that he would do, and now it was time once again to make good on his promise. The young coyote only wished that his most favorite leader ever could be here, too, but he did not think that Anselm was going to be there. It was Kaena that was going to be there, even though she was a little scary for him. Her numerous scars and her missing eye unnerved him quite a bit, but he tried not to do or say anything that would show that. Besides, the pictures that Anselm had on his fur had made Nala nervous at first, too, but now they didn't. Maybe Kaena's scars wouldn't, either.
His body taught, Nala shot off like a blast of fire when the Centurion's call sounded. Staying still had certainly not been working out in his favor, as he simply had too much adrenaline coursing through his body. This would be so much more than his little battles with Myrtle and Fae. There was more riding on this fight than those ones, because this was a real fight that was going to happen. Inferni was going to beat Dahlia de Mai in this war! As he arrived to join the other members of Inferni, he still could not contain his excitement as he pranced in place, a stupid smile on his face. As far as he could tell, he did not know anyone here, on either clan or pack side. He hoped that Minos wouldn't respond to the Dahlian woman's call. . . He didn't want to have to fight his secret friend!
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From the moment that Kaena’s voice had rose up to cut through the air, Hezekiah knew that the day when things would start to roll had come. They hadn’t quite rolled up to their front door, but there had certainly been enough energy and commotion for weeks to keep alert and tense. Even though there had been a certain cadence about it which kept him from being too much of one thing or not enough of another, he had slowly grown more eager to spill blood much in the way of his brethren.
Now that time had come. It didn’t matter so much from where he had come from as how quickly he arrived; hot on the heels over others there, Hezekiah had long bristled and curled his lips back in a snarl at the sight of the wolves. Who and what they were didn’t matter to him. Whatever the situation was didn’t matter either — he was loyal and as ever, willing to prove his own place in their twisted little daisy chain. He saw not mother and son and loyal subjects, but creatures worthy of ringing their borders with bleach-white skulls.[/html]
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Perhaps he should have been frightened. Well, that was a moot sentiment, because he was frightened. Terrified, even. But there was no way in his mind that they could lose. They were the good guys, and no one ever killed the kid, right? The thrill of it all made his heart beat fast, and he could hear Mama's heart beating fast too. He could feel it, against his back, pounding in her chest. Was it fear or excitement? Or both? He couldn't tell. Mama spoke to the coyote-woman, using her words like teeth and claws. He was afraid it wouldn't work, but he didn't say anything. He merely bared his tiny teeth and growled. Mama took a few steps back—there was more space between them now. And then she howled for help. It was then that King knew that something bad was going to happen. Until the call had gone out, there was a chance that the coyote would run away like the filthy thing it was.
Now, that wasn't going to happen.
He heard little more than his own reedy growling now, though he saw everything. They appeared like wraiths from the woods, more in number than he would have dreamed. They were terrifying—one he could smell before he saw him, the vile smell of death upon him and a manic smile imprinted on his disfigured face. Another female with gleaming blades, then another female and male. He could smell a few on their side as well, but not as many. And Mama couldn't fight—Mama would have to put him down and then they would jump on him and kill him. He strengthened his growl, thinking it would strengthen his nerve. It didn't. They were all looking with their demons' eyes, looking at him and Mama. They would kill mother and child, just because. He hated them. It was a hatred that rose with his tiny growls. Filthy, subcanine creatures! He wanted nothing more than Papa to storm in and fall on them like a beast from hell, ripping them apart one by one.
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The thin, pale voice rose up from the trees outside of Dahlia de Mai, driving Sicarus's dark brown ears straight up into the air, cupped to catch the distress call. Of course, a woman—forever getting themselves in trouble, forever stirring up shit they simply could not handle. Drawing his lips back into a snarl, the tawny-furred Optime was off like a shot, running full-out in his two-legged form. Even as he ran he shifted, intent on assuming his Secui form, and mid-stride he fell to four legs, running like fluid, as if his balance had not even shifted. It was true—Sicarus was not so good at fighting in his halfling form, but he could not miss out on the size and strength of his Secui body today. This was war, not some sneaking attack in the night—the tawny werewolf needed all the strength he could possibly gather.
As he arrived on the scene, he saw several coyotes and a pitiable few of his Dahlian packmates gathered. One female, two males—none of which he knew. It did not matter, though—each smelled distinctly of Dahlia, each carried Haku's seal of approval on their hindquarters if he had seen it fit to admit them to the pack, and to Sicarus, that meant they were worth saving. A terrible growl slithered from the shaggy Secui's throat, and he stalked toward the pair of canines standing in the open. The third Dahlian was concealed yet, but sooner or later the tawny-furred Charme knew he would explode from the bushes, pouncing on an unsuspecting coyote. Maybe the woman would actually prove useful in this fight—Sicarus didn't know, he didn't care. All that mattered was that this was it—this was his chance to prove himself to Haku and Dahlia de Mai!
A long, low growl escaped from his throat, and he sized up the opposition, fire-gold eyes evaluating each of their opponents, from the scarred and one-eyed canine at the forefront, to the smaller canine smiling and dancing like this was a goddamn party, the blue-eyed one who seemed far too serious, the dangerous one with the blades—he looked over each and every one of them and knew he could beat them all. He'd leave them in bloody shreds across the trees. Bristling, the Secui halted next to Tokyo and Larkspur on the far side of the woman, keeping a foot or so of distance between himself and the girl, despite fighting on the same side. She was a woman—useless, expendable. Her male child was the only thing worth protecting, and Sicarus did not even know that the child was Haku's.
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Since Haku and his impressive strength did not make an appearance, Tokyo merely made this a game of numbers, counting each that approached. They had: Kaena (the old one), a smelly one, a pretty one with a blade, one that was little more than a puppy, and some bland looking male. That was five. And Dahlia had a small-ish male, a large black male, annnd another male. All of them strangers, what the hell. Where were the pack-mates she knew? What had happened to everyone? Tokyo wasn't fond of having to rely on strangers, but once she thought about it she realized it was probably for the best. After all, with this many coyotes some of these males would probably be injured. One or two might even die. Better it be strangers than people she knew and cared about. And if they lived, so much the more would they have earned her affection.
Oh, and technically if you counted Tokyo and King, it was five versus five. But that was ridiculous. Tokyo didn't fight. She hadn't even deigned to get her paws bloody in the beating of Firefly, and there was little to no chance of harm then. Now, these coyotes were out for blood, and if she let them near her even to try to hurt them they'd likely end up tasting hers. And besides, not even considering her own safety, she wasn't really.. any good at it.. When others arrived, she slunk backwards as much as she could, putting others between her and danger. It's not like anyone was going to complain about it. It was basically the law that they had to protect her. A beautiful woman, a lover of the leader, carrying his poor infant child, protecting his one competent heir? Yeah, they had to put their lives on the line for her. Otherwise they might as well just leave Dahlia, because someone or another would surely kick them out for insubordination or something.
Tokyo didn't know if anyone else was arriving, but either way she preferred to wait rather than be the one to light the fuse of this situation. Besides, maybe maybe maybe Haku would come. To protect his son. And with him here.. Well, if Haku was here none of these other males would have to die. No one would have to die. He'd protect them all, and destroy the enemy, turning their ugly stupid bodies to dust. She didn't respond to a thing that Kaena had said. There were too many here, now. Too many that wouldn't necessarily sit still for her taunts. She hadn't exactly learned caution from her encounter with Corvus, the scars of which she still felt pulling her shoulder muscles unusually taught when she shifted King in her arms. But she had learned when it was stupid to push on. When it was suicidal to spit another insult. And that, would be now. So she kept her pearly white teeth neatly hidden behind a scowl. Her son's growling was more than enough to voice her displeasure as well.
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Hokay, so the majority of people responded to say that Siemellibri should do the pairings, so... here they are? D; If anyone has major problems, please just send a PM. These are flexible and we can always change 'em up, okay? Please start your separate threads now; when they are up, please send Sie a PM with a link to it and she will edit into this post.
Also, Vark, as you're in the thread with Frankie and I, you'll be getting to kill Mr. Frankie, if that's okay?! :3
And, okay--for this part of the battle, the post reply times don't matter. You guys will have to keep on each other as far as being speedy; we'll have until April 10 (2.5 weeks) to get these done. After the 2.5 weeks, regardless of where you are, Kaena will call for the Infernians to retreat back to their territory and the threads will end, hokay? :o
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01. Nala v. Tokyo & King -- Turn the Page
02. Halo v. Lark -- Devotion
03. Kaena & Frankie v. Vark -- Don't Ever Fake It
04. Hezekiah v. Sicarus -- Aeternum Vale[/html]
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