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Lyris!

POSTED: Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:24 am

((OOC: Sorry this is so bad ugh))

((26th of April, 3:30PM, wooded area between Amherst and New Dawn))

It had been a long journey from Halifax with healing bruises and fresh scars littering her body. Most marks were hidden by thick grey fur-- she wasn't sure if the marks on her face would heal back to unblemished fur or if she would be left with her war-wounds forever. Her vanity was equal parts appalled and delighted-- her good looks were ruined! Oh, but all the baddest bitches had wicked scars, right? Getting beaten up by a drunk dog a foot shorter than her hardly made her a "bad bitch", though. Bec decided to edit that story a little. It was a big angry wolf, eight feet tall, with one eye and claws like sabres! Or... something.

Back in slightly more familiar territory, Bec's wounded pride demanded to be tended to. Her last attempted at banditry hadn't gone well, so this time she would pick an easier mark and get away with some sick loot. That would prove she was the biggest, baddest bitch in Amherst and sooth her ego, if nothing else. She'd go for something better than booze, too. Something properly valuable that she could actually use. Oh yeah, Bec was steadily feeling more and more amped up for this next heist and the big grey wolfdog began to roll the idea around her brain properly. An ambush would be best, to avoid further injury. And she'd need to pick a proper mark that wouldn't turn out to be too much for her to handle.

Near to that weird traditional wolf pack's borders seemed a good place to stalk. It wasn't as heavily forested as Bec would've liked, but it would do. It was sure to have merchants and folk from the pack looking for supplies or heading to the Outpost wandering around, and all Bec needed to do was stay still and quiet and downwind in her hiding place amongst a gathering of trees. Perfect! Now to wait for a victim to make themselves known.

This probably wasn't her best idea ever, seeing as she had no guarantee that anyone would even come this way. But she was young and kind of stupid, and saw no flaws in her master plan. She was a criminal mastermind, after all, what could go wrong? Other than getting beat up again. She was extremely wary of that. The first time hadn't been much fun, though she had very briefly felt like a huge badass before she got thoroughly served. Bec had a lot of trouble learning from her mistakes.

The wolfdog settled in and waited for her quarry to arrive.
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POSTED: Sat May 24, 2014 7:27 pm

The frost that had settled earlier that morning had been mostly burned away by the afternoon sun, yet as Lyris slipped through the shadows, the grass still crackled underfoot, a sign that some of the frosty layer had yet to surrender itself to the warmth. Patches of sunlight that peeked through cracks in the budding canopy created a dappled pattern on the girl’s pale figure, darkening and lightening the scars that curled around her thigh and muzzle, casting the tattoo curled on her haunch in a startlingly dark contrast. As she moved, the Stryder ran her claws briefly along the flax string that crossed her chest, securing her birch bow to her back, the familiar weight comforting against her shoulder blades. It wasn’t long before the sound of running water drew her to pause, straightening her feral poise as much as possible, long canine ears flicking with the titter and whorl of the nearby stream. Among the chatter, Lyris had a fleeting thought she heard footsteps among the crackling frost. Tucking her ears and nose, she carefully inched forward, peering deeper into the forest, but was only greeting with many stationary tree trunks and reviving foliage. Paranoid, She told herself, and returned her attention to the water she’d come for.

Ever since killing the bear that had been terrorizing New Dawn, the Stryder had felt more confident, but the nightmares hadn’t left her. She’d slain the creature that killed her family and scarred her face, but Post-Traumatic Stress wasn’t something easily gotten rid of. The archer figured over time her paranoia would fade, but that didn’t stop her from the present, where she’d heard nonexistent footsteps more than once. Lyris carefully slipped her bow and quiver from her back to rest them against a nearby trunk, tucking them among the roots where they’d be less visible. She wasn’t sure why she’d taken the extra precaution; she felt the need to hide them from sight. Sharp green gaze lingered on her weapons a moment longer, committing the long and slender curve of her white bow, the striking bluebird fletching of her arrows, even the knitted leather making up her quiver. A bit unsettled by her sudden attachment to the weapons and the lingering feeling something was wrong, Lyris shook her head, bidding it to leave after a drink of the chilly water. Turning, the Epsilon kneeled among the cold grass, dipping her hands to cup the liquid and tipping it to her scarred muzzle to drink. The freezing cold leeched into her veins, sharpening her vision and rejuvenating her body. With the fogginess gone, the girl sighed contentedly, before she heard movement. Maybe she hadn’t been imagining the footsteps? In this new light, the female whipped around, and she froze.

((459)) Geeze I suck. Sorry, finals end on Wednesday so after that I should be more prompt! Would you like the chase to turn into a scuffle? If so, injuries, etc?

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POSTED: Sat May 24, 2014 9:12 pm

((OOC: yep, feel free to scratch up her face especially since I've already had her have all these extra scars in later-dated threads >.>))

A white she-wolf came into Bec's field of vision, a striking white bow against her back and a quiver too. Bec was no archer, but never-the-less she wanted such a pretty weapon for herself. Looking at her from a little distance away she figured that this female was nearly her own height but significantly lighter, more of a runners build than anything else. Still, all luperci came with sharp claws and Bec wondered how she would get that pretty bow from her without risking her own well-being. The wolfdog shuffled a little, taking crouched steps behind the cover of bushes and young trees as she followed after the she-wolf. The female suddenly peered around, ears tucked, and Bec ducked down out of sight. The wolfdog's weight may have made her formidable close up, but it certainly didn't make her stealthy. She waited for the wolf to continue on, and watched her as she went, sniffing at the air. A New-Dawner, like Sequoia. She'd have to avoid all members of that pack if she got caught, and it'd mean she'd never be able to ask them for refuge in case of emergency, but then again who cared? What could such a primitive pack offer her anyway?

Watching the pale wolf closely, Bec saw her put down her bow and quiver and make moved to hide them both. What an idiot! No use in hiding such things if thieves saw you hide them. But of course the wolf didn't know that Bec was watching her, and left her things to drink of the cool, fresh water. What a perfect opportunity!

As Bec approached, coming ever-nearer to her target, suddenly something crunched underfoot. It was no great crack in the quiet like always happened in stories, but it was enough to alert the female. She turned, peering through the woods, and Bec ducked again amongst the trees, so very very close to her mark. The female was watching, but Bec was at the right angle that she could run by and snatch up the weaponry as she went, fleeing into the woods. She didn't like the look of the New-Dawner's lean runners legs, but still figured that she could do it.

Bec burst from the undergrowth, tearing by the tree and stooping to snatch up the bow and quiver both as she ran, just managing to snag them as they poked from the roots. She pelted past the wolf, ponytail flying, and she had a moment of panic when she though it was going to get grabbed-- should've bound it up tight-- but continued to tear on. She was heavy though, not as fast as she could've been, and the female was sure to come after her.
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POSTED: Mon May 26, 2014 3:02 pm

Unless she had gone completely and irreversibly mad, Lyris was certain she’d sensed footsteps: the unmistakable crackle of something heavy and bipedal moving through the tree line. After a long and steady peer ahead of her, the Stryder turned her attention further downstream to search for the source of the sound.

This was an unfortunate mistake.

The minute her back was turned, an explosion of sound attacked the subordinate’s ears. Lyris twisted inhumanly fast, only in enough time to see a figure straighten up with her bow and quiver in hand. There was just enough time for her to deduce the thief as a tall and stocky female, before a flash of brown eyes alerted her she had turned to flee back into the forest. The archer barked an unladylike curse to herself, before she tilted herself forward into a sprint. The Stryder knew she could run faster in Lupus form, but she couldn’t shift fast enough, and especially not while in the midst of running. Besides, she would need her hands to snatch back her things, and could better pin the thief before she slit her throat.

You picked on the wrong girl, The thought flew through her mind moments before she leaped over a fallen trunk, hitting the ground in a crouch before shooting off again. The stranger’s figure was clearly seen crashing through brush, growing larger and larger as Lyris gained ground. The girl’s vision tunneled, everything irrelevant to the chase blurred beyond recognition: trees, boulders, and bushes became meaningless blobs of color, while the slender curve of her bow and arrows gripped in the mongrel’s claws were sharp and clear. Lyris was not the least bit intimidated by her foe’s figure, which probably weighed twice as much as her in muscle- she’d ran headlong into danger so many times before she couldn’t be bothered by petty concerns. All that mattered was that the idiot had taken her bow, her beloved bow, and she wasn’t going to get off scotch-free. She wasn’t going to get off at all.

Now she was close enough to see the stripe running down the lady’s back, the light discoloration of the tips of her ears; close enough to hear the pants ripping from her throat while Lyris had yet to tire any amount. A deadly snarl tore from her jaws in precursor to the mighty leap that followed. The girl hit the thief squarely between the shoulders, claws flashing as she sought for flesh to sink them into, for skin to tear. The woman’s forward momentum along with Lyris’s attack from behind would undoubtedly unbalance her to send them both falling forward. Sensing as much, the girl released her hold to roll forward off her shoulder, quickly twisting back into a crouch once she hit the ground, several feet from her foe. “Filthy mutt.” She spat, and launched herself forward again, throwing her elbow to dig into the loner’s diaphragm, hoping to wind her enough so that she could snatch her weapons back.

((505)) Alrighty. Just minor scratches and bruises for Lyris. Bec can end up twisting her ankle or something, maybe by throwing her, so that allows her to get away, otherwise I don't think she could escape her wrath muahaha

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POSTED: Mon May 26, 2014 7:45 pm

Bec ran hard, zigzagging whenever she could and leaping over bushes and rocks, but the white wolf was still gaining fast. Her initial conclusion was correct-- this girl was faster than Bec, lighter and more agile, and the wolfdog had no hope of outstripping her. If she wasn't afraid of a physical confrontation then Bec's only hope would be to beat her in a fight and flee once she was incapacitated, but the wolfdog really didn't want to put herself at risk. She also didn't want to let go of the bow, but that was another matter altogether.

A great snarl sounded behind her just as the weight of the wolf hit her back, but thankfully her shoulders were so thickly padded by her tremendous great poof of fur all around her neck and chest that the claws couldn't inflict as much damage as they might on a thin-coated individual. The weight pushed her forward, but Bec was far more used to unstable footing than steady earth, and was no stranger to being tossed around even with heavy loads on her back; one foot landed forward and braced as she bowed her back and bent her knees, the wolf rolling off her shoulders and landing some feet in front of her. Words came out of the wolf's mouth, but Bec didn't care to hear them as she curled back her lip and bared huge sharp fangs. A tremendous deep growl rumbled out of her-- mutt she may have been, but big dogs could make deeper, louder noises than any wolf.

When the wolf lunged forward with her elbow posed to catch Bec under the ribs, Bec crouched, turned one shoulder to the wolf, and shoved forward, colliding hard with the other canine. The elbow missed its mark, scraping over her ribcage and undoubtedly leaving a nasty bruise, but Bec hoped that her weight would play in her favour here and knock the wolf down. They weren't running now, and if Bec played her cards right she would just about have the advantage, and her strength just might win the day-- but then again, this female seemed down right feral in her rage, and that made her especially dangerous.
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POSTED: Fri Jun 13, 2014 7:17 pm

The ground rumbled with her foe’s growl but the threat failed to faze Lyris in any way. Her mind whipped through possible attack maneuvers before her body was thrust forward, elbow pointed to crack bone or anything in her way. It was only a second after her feet left the ground and she was passed the point of no return that she realized the thief had angled for her attack. The Stryder only managed to smack her arm against the lady’s tough sternum, just a mere inch above her desired target. Her momentum worked against her and once she’d hit the woman’s bulk she was flung backwards. Yet again, the Epsilon’s wiry and agile build won over and she was able to right herself with a twist instead of falling. Back on steady ground, Lyris hissed viciously before darting to the mutt’s flank with some fancy and swift footwork, too quick to follow. The young female shifted her weight to her side and flung her foot out in a roundhouse kick, aimed for the lady’s lower ribs with enough force to crack bone, though Lyris was only hoping to unbalance her enough for her next attack. The second her foot was on the ground again, the wolfess pitched her upper body forward, hoping to sink both of her elbows beneath the loner’s ribcage and send her sprawling to the ground, where she was ready to rip with claws and savage force.

((241)) Apologies for the delay~

Lyris Stryder
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Ann
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princess cut from marble
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these scars that mark my body?
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