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Boreas Final Battle - Group #2
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I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?



OOC: This is the thread for group #2 in the final boreas battle. Ragna, Snorri (cNPC), and Brita (NPC) are the opposing boreas wolves. Feel free to take your pick. Remember, we are part of the pincer movement coming from the west. We'll start the 48 hour rule once everyone has posted at least once. +400 words.


So much had happened since the wolves became a threat to the kingdom. She had taken up so many injuries in the fight to protect her home and family; and through it all, felt the bitter taste of her first loss. In a way, she blamed herself for Artemisia's death. She was right there, and she should not have let her injuries from something as simple as an axe get to her, yet they did. There was so much the body could take before it was pushing beyond the limits. She was not a rash being, always looking things more logically. In that manner of thinking, she could not mourn right now the loss of her guardian. Instead, this threat needed to be beaten into the ground, blood needed to pay for blood.

The assignments had gone out. Once again she would be forced to fight along side nothing but males, and on top of all that, someone from another pack would be along with them. Loki was another that would be with her. She wondered if he perhaps felt the same sort of guilt that she did over the loss of the dark woman. The two of them had been lovers at some point and even had children together. Did that mean nothing now? Even so, the two of them could deal out the punishment the wolves deserved, which in the end, was death.

With the information that had been gathered from the scouts, a plan was put together on where the attacks would be. Her group would be part of the ones moving along the side and into the very heart of the wolves' operation. With any luck, hopefully they would be able to catch their opponents off guard, gaining the upper hand on them.

Once everyone was present, she had taken the lead to make sure everyone was in line with what their piece of the mission was. It wasn't that she thought they were stupid.. but family or not, males still couldn't be trusted by her. With everyone on the same page, she took the point, leading them through the woods along the west. As they drew in closer and closer to the camp, the weapon at her side was removed from it's cover. The steel gleemed in the brightness of the sun peeking through the trees. Once they were in position, her head moved up, awaiting the attack from the group on the other side of the camp. When they had begun their engagement, she urged her own group forward, curling her lips up as she made her way into the camp. She was more than prepared for this, and she would get what she came for.

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Loki is useless. :U Feel free to have someone rough him up fairly bad.


This was not the place for a Crone.

The slender coywolf walked stealthily through the pines, waiting upon the hillock. His hand wrapped tight around his bone knife, and his cold blue eyes stared out into the camp, searching. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and he felt weak with fear—but not as much fear as anger.

Grief marked him since Artemisia's death. His oft-braided hair was tangled, lank. Not a glimmer of silver or gold adorned his form—nor a molecule of the masked, effeminite scent characteristic to him. He looked thin, sleepless, but terribly angry and determined in spite of this.

Others had argued against his presence—his daughters, Pierrat, even Corrine—but he'd ignored their warnings. He knew he was no soldier; he played pretend at cruelty and relied on trickery to make his kills. But some part of him deserved this. His failure to act had caused his former best friend's death, and this was something that he could not forgive himself far if he did not do everything within his power to right the wrong.

As he waited for the sound of fighting, the signal of the baiting party, the witch lowered his head and growled deeply low in his throat.

They'd attacked his home.

They'd killed Artemisia.

Loki would make them pay, or he would die trying.

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Sunlight shone down through the trees, illuminating Noel in golden patches as he traipsed through the woodlands - a sharp juxtaposition to the somber ambience that shrouded the silent trio.

Beside him stood his “comrades”, those whom he was expected to fight alongside - both of which he had shied away from upon their first assemblage as a collective unit, a mask of cold indifference held firmly on his patterned face. Leading their small brigade was a tense woman with undeniably doggish features, clearly visible underneath her mottled coat - there was, however, an underlying layer of wolf about her too - a trait which Noel identified with some difficulty, as her civil countenance did not appear to be one related to the savagery that wolves usually boasted. Her dusky companion was another story entirely: his obviously mixed heritage screamed of danger to the already skittish teen, the latter refusing to acknowledge the Salsolian male altogether. The amber coyjackal trailed behind the pair, maintaining an extensive distance should they chose to advance (or worse, turn on him).

This was not like the petty scraps fought back at the harbor, where small gangs had banded together to run off another: here lay killers, lay those who had been wronged beyond belief, lay those who had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The thought was not a new one, nor one left neglected; the Tirones had spent many restless nights brooding over the topic of his own mortality, sifting through his convoluted mind for a sign or solution to the restlessness brewing within him. In comparison, Noel supposed, he had only his own pride and the far-off prospect of glory to show for his resolve - a stark contrast to the crushing burden his colleagues seemed to shoulder, if anything was to be drawn from the hard-set expressions both Salsolians shared.

None could deny that his conviction was on par with theirs, however, no matter how dissimilar their motivations appeared to be: malice burned within the youth, poorly hidden under his stoic facade. What spurred Noel onwards was not his ego, as most would believe, but his pursuit for freedom - not from the skull-lined Inferni lands but from the suffocating fear that still bound the male to his bleak past.

Hatred can only birth bitterness, he contemplated absent-mindedly, a harsh grimace now present on his face as he padded noiselessly onwards, And bitterness gave birth to me.

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OOC: Noel is in Secui // I'm planning on giving him a few(?) scars, if anyone is up to it then be my guest :^)
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Optime | cNPC: Snorri, NPC: Glade (+1,458)


Boreas Conflict II.


Sorry for the wait! Post-SoSu slump initiated immediately after I made the mark xD


Everything before the break is a giant RAMBLE. So, please skip to after the break xD


TL;DR: Ragna and Brita fire arrows at Loki and Idrieus respectively. Snorri charges straight towards Noel and is swinging his axes with no clear target (he’s swinging to swing and make Noel back off/reconsider joining the ambush)


“How long?” The marten asked, his whiskers twitching as he looked down at his Luperci companion. Her chest rose and fell, but the mustelid did not move from his spot upon it.


He wanted her answer.


Tensions had been high ever since the camp had been found by that one group of individuals. Though they had snubbed out the life of many of the scouting party, a few had managed to get away. Since then, the camp had been wrought with conflicting feelings and opinions. Some had acted on their own, others, had remained close to camp in preparation for what was to come.


Ragna had told him that the fact that some of the mixed group had gotten away meant that Boreas had lost the element of surprise. It had been key in the victory to many of the group’s assaults and harassments thus far, and, without it, they’d lost their greatest advantage. It had worried the marten, for it had put his partner in a rather sullen mood. She had been avoiding topics regarding the gravity of the matter when he’d brought it up, and he hated the thought of her ignoring him and keeping something from him…like she was now.


The scout continued to stare at the ceiling of their shared tent.


“Ragna!” Glade chattered angrily. He wrapped his needle-sharp teeth around a piece of her clothing and tugged with as much muster as his little body could.


The action earned him a warning growl that he felt in his paws before he heard it. Cold eyes stared up into his beady ones, but he held the wolfdog’s gaze unflinchingly. “I’m trying to think, Glade.” Her tone was irritable, but his large ears could pick out the tiredness that was woven in with it.


“Been thinking too much!” He argued, moving closer to her face.


Her lips curled and her eyes narrowed dangerously. “There’s a lot to think about!”


Glade bared his own teeth. Tell! Know not right! No keep secrets! Glade Boreas too!” He yelled back. His tail flicked wildly behind him as he continued on in an incomprehensible chatter of Low-Speech. The marten was visibly upset with being kept in the dark, and his whole body twitched in his frustration of remaining in it.


Ragna bit her tongue from telling the mustelid off. She was all too aware of the hurt that was in Glade’s voice. The creature had always seen himself as one of them even if, honestly, he would have been dead if it were not known that he belonged to the scout. He was a marten, a lesser creature, a pet. He amounted to nothing in many of the Lupercis’ eyes other than a pest that had ties to one of their own.


In this war, if something were to happen to her, Glade would have been forgotten.


Her horse, someone would likely try to claim. The marten though? He would have served better as food for one of their falconers’ birds.


This train of thought, along with many others, had slowly consumed the scout ever since their camp had been found by the sinful beasts of the East. She was too intelligent to believe that Boreas would go very long without an attack on them. Instinct told her that the armies of Salsola and Inferni would be marching upon them any day now. She’d paid attention in her history lessons. And she didn’t like how similar things were playing out to Boreas’ last attempt at smothering their old enemies.


To desert the cause though?


Ragna was no coward.


But, like any doomed animal, she had started to question whether she could stare Death in the eyes when he came for her.


She opened her mouth, but whether she would have admitted their doomed fate or tried yet again to throw Glade off her scent, she would never know. Howls for a call to arms echoed outside the tent, and Ragna hastily rolled up onto her feet. The marten was quick enough that he managed to jump off of his larger partner instead of being catapulted from her sudden movement.


Outside, there was an eruption of noise as individuals scampered to retrieve their weapons. Shouts and sounds of a fight beginning could be heard amidst the increased chaos. Ragna slid on her vest, and had begun gathering up her weaponry when the flap of the tent was jerked open. The familiar face of the tent’s other inhabitant, Brita, poked her head in. “Hurry! They’re back, and they’ve got actual fighters this time!”


Give me a second!” Ragna snarled, fixing the last of her knives to their proper holsters. At her feet, Glade jumped, latching onto her pant leg and beginning the arduous climb up to her shoulders. Feeling the movement, Ragna’s icy gaze shot down at him. “You’re staying here, Glade,” she told him firmly, reaching over and retrieving her bow.


The marten continued to climb up her body, ignoring her. “Boreas too!” He was smart, as all mustelids seemed to be, and it appeared that he knew just as well as she did that this attack on the camp didn’t bode well for the faction’s mission.


Ragna bared her teeth at his defiance, snatching the marten by his elongated body. Sensing her hand though, Glade chomped down onto the material of her vest, doing his best to somehow hold on with his little claws as well. The Eklund snarled at her companion’s stubbornness, but she seemed reluctant to actually rip him from her clothing. “You’re not a member of Boreas, Glade! This isn’t your fight!”


In spite of her hurtful declaration, Glade continued to hold on.


Ragna! Brita barked impatiently.


The scout turned sharply on the other faction member. “I said give me a damn minute!” Turning her attention back on the marten that was attached to her, she lowered her voice. “Let go of me, Glade. I don’t need dead weight getting me killed.” Her words were like knives. Sharp, cold, deadly.


She would never forget the look that shot through the marten’s eyes as his teeth unlatched from her vest. She felt her facial muscles twitch by a fraction.


Ragna quickly deposited the mustelid down onto her bed furs and turned sharply on her heel. She was needed on the battlefield. Brita held open the flap a little wider to allow the wolfdog through, but, just as Ragna made to pass through the threshold, a small, broken voice chirped at her back.


“Not Ragna’s fight either.”


The tent flap fell heavily in her wake.





“About damn time. If anyone’s died because you were talking to your rat—”


“There would be the same consequences for you wasting our time now.” Ragna snapped, readying her bow. She was trying not to think about her small companion and what emotional damage she might have done to him. “Come on, we’ve got sinners to purge.”


The Fletcher bared her teeth at the scout’s interruption, but, in the end, decided it was talk that could be said later. The warfront was on their doorstep.


Both females made their way to follow after the main defenders of the camp as they rushed out to force off their attackers. Being that they had talents in long-range weaponry, Brita and Ragna could stand further back from the main fight and provide support that way. They could prey on individuals too wrapped up in the heat of battle to notice an arrow, or, could pick off those attempting to flee from the fight.


There was something curious about the battle though. As more minutes rolled by, there were less and less Boreas members left in the camp to defend it. Being towards the back of the main force, it was something both archers noticed. However, it hadn’t been something either had caught on to until too late.


Suddenly, foreign Luperci started to spill out from the nearby tree lines and into the camp. “It’s a trap!” Ragna roared, turning her notched arrow on the first body she saw, a silver coywolf with dark hair.


Beside her, Brita changed her point of aim as well, firing upon a doggish woman who held a sword.


As one of the last joiners of the first fight that had been drawn out, Snorri quickly backtracked. He let out a vicious snarl as he wielded his twin battle axes, his golden gaze set upon a small male of interesting ancestry. He swung out widely, aiming to catch the kid off-balance, if not spill his vile blood in the snow.




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I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?



OOC: Thank you all for the prompt replies. We will now begin the 48 hour rule from this post on. +300 words.


Idrieus could see from looking back over at Loki that he was not in the right mindset ot be here. Artemisia's death had taken it's toll on both of them; though while she could see the bigger picture and push it from her mind long enough to focus, he could not. He was going to need to be looked after in the case that he got into some trouble. One thing was for sure between the two of them. These wolves would pay for what they had done. From what could be seen, the ones in their view were not the ones that had taken down the dark woman, but it didn't matter. They could use their anger to deal in full the price they had paid on these ones instead.

The final attack was upon them. Once their presence was know, the two archers turned on the two members from Salsola, leaving the one wielding the axes to be taken care of by the coyote. He would be fine on his own. Sure she could step in if need be, but her family came first, and this meant Loki. Arrows began to rain down upon her from Brita, a few of them managing to stick into her upper body. After taking the hit from the male with the axe, this was nothing to her. She continued forward anyways, ready to take her on.

Once she got into closer range, her sword came in front of her, looking to make a meal out of this woman. As she brought the rapier down, her bow moved up to take the first hit. Well at least she wasn't a complete idiot, but it wouldn't save her for long. Teeth flashed before the woman as the Henchman turned on her feet, allowing her arms some room to push back along the bow. It was only wood. If she could get the sword through the bite of this material, then what would be left to protect her target from the real pain? Nothing.

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Yips, howls, and snarls erupted from the camp beyond the pines as Boreas wolves spilled out from tents and dens toward the baiting party. Loki breathed raggedly, hissing between bared teeth, and waited. He could not even remember which of his comrades were risking their lives to draw out the enemy. He couldn’t make himself care.

He caught Idrieus watching him, but did not look at her, did not want to see judgment in her blue eyes. He counted the seconds. Twirled the bone dagger in his hand. Ignored the faint stain along the finely-carved blade, and yet couldn’t ignore it, not really.

Tears stung at the corners of his eyes before the ambushing canines broke through the trees at the camp’s edge, and Loki joined them with a ragged, shrieking snarl.

An arrow whizzed by his head.

Another grazed his side hard enough to spill blood in the trampled snow. Pain flared in his shoulder five seconds later, dropping his arm, but he clutched the dagger tighter with the uninjured one.

Gods help me, he thought, and thought of Artemisia in Valhalla, and drew strength from his anger as he rushed toward the darkly clothed archer. He tried to remember her lessons, and to his credit did not hesitate before slashing, trying to step into her space and render the bow useless. It went against instinct—in, out, dance around—but he had to fight.
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Boreas Conflict II.


Assuming Snorri is engaged in combat against Noel. Played out Brita a little bit for ya’ Salena (so the thread doesn’t feel like you’re fighting by yourself<333), but, obviously, you’re free to move her around still xD Made some assumptions of Loki coming after Ragna in order to keep the flow of this thing going!


As always, let me know if any of this needs changing, y’all<333


The archers’ arrows hit their targets, however, they did nothing to slow down the tenacious. Even with arrows sticking out of one and pieces of flesh ripped off as they grazed the other, the doggish woman and the silver coywolf continued forward with determination in their eyes. The Salsolans—for, who else could it be? Neither were distinctly coyote, and their continuation into battle seemed far more bold than the coyote clan—looked like they had sent some of their better fighters for the ambush attack. Taking injury and not immediately falling back? Either they something personal to gain from this fight, or they had nothing to lose if they died in it.





Brita snarled as the dog woman came in close to her. The rapier the woman had was wielded in a way that wasn’t normal for such a weapon. Commonly used more so for thrusting, seeing the needle-thin blade used like a broadsword was a bit confusing—as well as made Brita arrogant. The dog was young—she noticed now that they were close to one another—and she probably didn’t even know how to properly use the blade she’d brought into battle with her.


The bow was made of durable material, something any archer would be proud of, and Brita had little fear that some needle-thin toothpick of a blade by itself would be able to cut through it. “You think you can cut my bow? Don’t make me laugh!” Brita pushed back, twisting the bow in an arch to move their weapons out from between them. Her leg was raised, and she aimed to put a sharp kick into the she-dog’s stomach to put some distance between them.


Though she doubted she’d be able to gain much ground, she only needed enough that a strung arrow could fly a few feet for the projectile to be effective.





It seemed their attackers had somehow communicated with one another of who they were going to take on. Each split off to face their own opponent, and, soon, Ragna found herself squaring off with the silver coywolf. He made a beeline towards her, and, belatedly, the wolfdog had wished she’d shot one of his legs in her initial attacks.


Her advantage lied in that he appeared to be favoring the arm whose shoulder she had caught with her arrow; as well, his injured side opened up another weakness for her to use against him. For him being at a disadvantage though, the tall male still moved pretty fast. In one of his hands was a dagger, and as he stepped in too close for Ragna to string an arrow, she was forced to bring out her own.


She tossed her bow away from her, wincing as he cut her arm in the process of removing her own blade from its sheath. Ragna danced backwards, trying to get out of his range in case he had ideas for a rapid, secondary attack. With an audible click as the button was unsnapped, Ragna drew out one of her knives, meeting the male as he brought down his knife upon her once again.


The audible clang of metal against metal joined the rest of the clamor and sounds of battle around them.


Ragna’s glacier eyes narrowed on the male as she stepped into him and pushed them apart. With their weapons no longer trying to fight for dominance, she aimed for the male’s injured arm. Like a true predator, she sought to exploit weakness.


Her free hand hovered over the clasp of her second knife, waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring it and its poisoned tip to battle.




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I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?



OOC: +300 words.


She could see his head turning down away from her. Idrieus still couldn't blame him for his actions. In truth she was not judging him.. well not really. She only felt this was not the situation for the Crone to be getting involved in, especially after the shared loss they had took. A soft sigh passed through her lips before she turned her head back forward. She did not wish to make him feel worse that he already did. Perhaps taking her gaze away from him would help in this regard, at least for now. She was still going along with her plan she left in her head.

In the heat of battle, there were times where things in her head were better than what was actually going on. Her weapon was not like any sword, but she assumed that it might still have the power of others that were not as thin. Now realizing her mistake, there was no doubt about this situation. Her rapier was not going to be able to cut through the wood of the bow, the opposing wolf even laughing about her decision. It wasn't looking good for someone who thrust herself up to be the leader as well as one with their eyes set on the shield tier. No she had to think better and smarter.

The dog woman's blue orbs turned down to the foot, just too late to do anything about it. Her back paws carried her away, ripping the rapier from the wooden bow. She couldn't give her attacker the chance to recover. Regaining her stance, she came at the other dog woman once more, this time using her blade for it's proper purpose. She waited until she was close enough.. she had to make sure this wouldn't miss. Feeling the distance close between the two of them, the steel came forward, biting into the other's woman's stomach. This alone wouldn't do, no she would need to do more before she was satisfied. A snarl erupted from her mouth, blue eyes narrowed on the woman before her. She wouldn't be laughing this time.

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It had begun.

He had waited too long for the starting signal, body tense and powerful as he emerged from their hiding place. The mottled woman was the first to react, leaping from the underbrush with a fluidity that surpassed his. To his left he could see the wolfish Salsolian as he charged, eyes lost in the fervor of battle. If I looked in my own, Noel wondered, would mine reflect the same fire?

Arrows rained from the sky, a hail of death that struck the ground around him. Some, he could see, had struck his allies; blood had already fallen, dying the ground a vivid scarlet. An ear-shattering roar reached his black-tipped ears, abruptly drawing his attention away from the duo. A massive, tattooed wolf quickly caught his eye, clutching what seemed to be axes in each hand. Although the coyjackal was considered tall for his breed, his height was puny in comparison to the Boreas male - even from a distance, the man towered over the slim hybrid.

His broad figure did not deter the slim hybrid from engaging, however; Noel pushed all feelings of doubt down, choosing to bite the bullet head on. As he approached, the man swung his weapons wildly, blades cleaving through the air in a wide arc that left Noel scrabbling for purchase. Both parties knew that one well-aimed blow meant death, as the wolf held his hatches with skill wrought from experience, an attribute the vibrant-hued male did not yet possess.

If the savage had planned to intimidate him, however, it had not worked - the lean coyjackal grew more bold, if anything, snarling and rushing once more. His teeth gleamed under the sun, sharp and jagged, glistening as he sprung forward once again with an intent to bite, to maim, to kill.

He wondered if the blood of a martyr would lie differently on his tongue.

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Blood streamed down his arm from where the arrow tore into his shoulder, and he was grateful that it wasn't his knife-hand. A slick grip in addition to pain he could barely stomach could spell his death easily -- if his mere presence here didn't already do so.

His slash cut the dark wolf as she unsheathed her own blade, forced to abandon her bow due to the close proximity. She danced back away from him, and he pursued, something else he was unused to; but he could not afford to remain on the defensive, not now. The Boreas needed to be eradicated from this land; Salsola could no longer lie in wait and deal with threats as they came. The Others were a threat that had plagued them for far too long, and this was their punishment for inaction.

Steel met bone as the knives struck one another, and Loki bared his teeth as he was shoved back. This became a snarl when she struck his injured arm again, and his fingers spasmed, but he didn't let himself flinch away. She was reaching for another knife, and he needed to act.

Loki did so with another snarl, aiming to step back into her space. He had more weaponry than just his bone dagger, and he utlizied them -- teeth surging forward to bite, while he forced his injured arm into action and tried to dig claws into the woman's free hand.
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