Re: [M] We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

Drifter Bay Battle Group #4

POSTED: Tue Oct 31, 2017 6:44 pm

Grievous could smell the horrors of war swelling around him – blood and excrement, fear, and deeper cold-earth as it was torn from the ground. They Bay would be wounded by their presence, though he was focused only on surviving. Salsola could not stand to lose those capable, and Grievous believed himself to be among this number. He would survive, and if he was lucky (or if some god watched over him) he would make certain that this battle was one the coyotes would not wish to repeat.

So even as he charged headlong into an archer's crossfire, he thought he would kill her.

Luigi, left behind by his companions, realized too late that the mounted coyote was nearly upon him. He balked, diving to the side – her staff connected with his shoulder, nearly bowling him over. When he drew another arrow he could feel something wrong with his arm, but was desperate to keep the woman (and her horse) away. As he backpedaled he shot again, knowing when it flew his aim had been compromised. All of the fur on his body stood on end, but panic was edging into his face and when he reached for a third arrow his movements were sloppier than he could ever remember them being.

The coyote's arrow scoured a deep mark again Greivous' side, and he bellowed with pain like an ox. Ahead of him, the wild looking creature was screaming – oh how he hated that noise!

He leapt from the ground was upon her.


masks beneath masks until suddenly
the bare bloodless skull
Salsola
The Tradesman
User avatar
Mel
Luperci
supernova

POSTED: Wed Nov 01, 2017 3:07 pm

In the chaos of the moment, The Bull could clearly pick out his target among the grasses. He was away from the majority of the crossfire, which likely made his job much easier than anticipated. War was not for everyone, especially not inexperienced children or those that were frail. They were an easy Achilles heel to cut as they were more often than not the most exposed. It wasn't proud dueling combat that many lauded as an honorable method of combat, but it was the kind of thing that was need in real combat — the combat that mattered when it came to whether you lived or died.

That was saved for everyone else. The Bull specialized in seedy and backhanded. It was a dirty job to some, but he knew it all too well.

Easy enough, he snuck through the grasses and shifted behind the robed girl. Knife in hand, he reached up and clamped his free hand roughly around her maw and swiftly sunk the knife into her torso, his bright green eye staring down at hers with the blue crystal sparkling in the other socket. It was a wild and intent look, one that he bore every time he was paid for his work.

Except this time it wasn't quite as much a paid job as it was an expectation of him.


[000]
COMMISSIONS ALWAYS OPEN! PM FOR QUESTIONS!
Salsola
The Associate
User avatar
Titmouse
Luperci
teeth of the combine

POSTED: Fri Nov 03, 2017 6:02 pm

Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.

Inexperienced or not, wouldn't any fighter remember the old saying? What was it again? 'Never turn your back on your enemy'? For the moment, Faith didn't seem to have any enemy. No one on Salsola was targeting her, nor did she need to aid one of those who stood with her. For the time being, her attention had drawn back to the man on horse back. The hooves of his animal draw closer, and so too did the details of who it truly was. For a brief moment, she had been baffled. Now she could clearly see the lines of the bones and the curves in the antlers on the male's mask. It was him. The very same male she had met along the show prior to the war. He was from Salsola? Had god brought them together to fight each other?

Too late for that as her uncle was already upon him, tearing along at the horse's side. It effectively knocked him off his horse, exposing himself to Antioch's attack. Fingers wrapped tighter around the staff she held in her hands.

It was at that moment she felt something wrap around her face. Blue-green eyes shot down to her muzzle, able to at least make out the lining of someone's fingers covering her mouth. Her body was spun, eyes staring into the face of the man who had crept up on her. He was far larger than she was, and likely far more skilled. And then came the pain. His weapon sunk into her skin, staining the opening of her robes in a darker red. Fear began to fill her mind. She was willing to give up her life in exchange for another.. but now the prospect of death was ever closer. He easily had the advantage. If she didn't do something, she was going to die.

Gripping the 'weapon' in her hands, raising it. She had little formal training, but she couldn't just sit here and take this. Her muzzle wiggled under his grip. Maybe she could somehow get her mouth open. The wood raced from it's position for his head. She had to protect herself unless her mother wanted to lose another member of her family. If she wanted to end up like Omar.

+300 words.

Faith de le Poer

Inferni
Civilis
User avatar
Salena
Luperci Chaos Star

POSTED: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:12 pm

The battle was deafening. Bodies collided, horses squealed, canines snarled and barked and yowled. Vici was aware of blood rushing in her ears, as if she were submerged, and of Kresnik's steady breathing beneath her, because she could feel these things too.

It was loud and all around them, but Vicira's reality had narrowed to herself, her horse, and her foe.

His mottled face flashed up at her in fear, and he fumbled with his weapon as she rode past him. She jerked Nik around, and he blew loudly as another arrow whizzed past them, far off. The juncture between the wolfdog's shoulder and arm was off somehow, and she knew she'd done lasting damage with the blow of the longstaff.

She didn't want to give him a chance to fire that last arrow. She howled and galloped forward.

Kresnik screamed suddenly, a short noise. He reared back, and Vicira smelled blood and panicked, leaning around his neck to see what damage had been caused to her mount, her hands fisted in his red mane. She locked eyes with the Salsolan briefly, and then Nik lurched, like she'd seen him do after a rattlesnake in the yard once.

She shouted something, but there was regret and alarm in her voice rather than hatred, and she was pulling at his reins as if to make him stop. She'd been ready to kill, but her horse was terrified and the man beneath his hooves was jerking and making awful sounds and—

With a last kick and snort, Kresnik leaped away from the broken and bruised body flattened in the dirt and grass. Vicira didn't look. She heard another shriek instead, and saw Tletica on her back, a bleeding white wolf standing on her chest and biting her. Her slim hand was wrapped around an arrow, and she was using this in an attempt to fend her attacker off, to stab at soft parts of his face when it came near.

Vicira jerked Nik around. She turned him in a tight circle like she did with Tigana when the mare grew too willfull, and spoke his name so he would focus. He stank of sweat and fear, but under her voice and the pressure of leather and ankles he trotted again.

Vici thrust the longstaff down at the wolf, and prepared to throw herself down after it if he didn't retreat. She knew she couldn't kill him herself, not with her lack of experience, but if Tletica wasn't badly mauled they could drive him off together.

Template by Kitty, Art by MsJesterArtega.

Inferni
Aquila
User avatar
Raze
'Souls Assemblage Luperci Multiple Co-ranks Level III Rex Chaos Star oderint dum metuant
cinder and smoke
ash in your mouth

POSTED: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:31 pm

In all the holy words, in all those stories, there was war too. People fought and died in defense of their land and their kin and kind – what they engaged in now was no more than a continuation of this endless cycle of killing.

Antioch did not mind this. Death was natural, and death was common, and he had been killing for a very long time in service of greater ideological purposes. The cleansing of the world could occur only if people like him went out and saw to it by any means necessary. His siblings might have failed, and perhaps he had failed somewhere too but Antioch was determined to see this path through to the end.

Sometimes God demanded the death of first-born sons, and not enough blood had been spilled to save them.

The big coyote avoided the dark horse's big hooves, skirting in tight circles that took advantage of his long legs. He snarled at the boy – the coyote so pale-faced he might have been a babe – and became aware of two things in this order: his opponent was balanced oddly, favoring his armed side, and that a massive shape had materialized behind his niece.

Before they had gone, when he had been gathering the last of the stragglers, Antioch's frail sister had confided in him her fears. He understood this – though eager, Faith was inexperienced. They had just buried one child.

Vicira was charging in another direction, and Antioch saw Salsola's blonde leader engaged with Vesper in the near-distance before he turned back towards Faith. He abandoned the dismounted Salsolan and charged headlong for the great ogre of a wolf holding his niece hostage.


I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Inferni
Bellator III
User avatar
Mel
Luperci Chief, Falconer Mate to Versace Level III Immunes Chaos Star
KARMA POLICE
(better keep your head)

POSTED: Sun Nov 05, 2017 9:10 pm

OOC - I guess it's time WC: 666

So help me,

Everything was moving so fast around him. He almost could not keep up. The coyote that came to him did not get trampled by the large Pecheron, much to the dismay of the Salsolan. Blue eyes that were like crystals on his pale face had widened and looked from left to right as the other male started to come towards him, teeth bared and yellowed with age before the male with blood red eyes turned them towards their comrades. Coax stopped swinging his spear in front of him because of this - when the other suddenly turned, his eyes turned towards a hulking figure that materialized around a shape that he knew.

Crystal blue eyes that matched a freckled face suddenly grew wider and the look of recognition came across the youth's face. His pale feet suddenly were forced under him, and a snarl came to his maw. Fear had been lost, and as the other coyote barreled towards the two in a distance. He knew her. Coax used his spear's grip to hoist himself up, and his tall form became apparent. Coax turned his gaze to his midnight stallion that had turned away. He wanted to whistle, to catch the attention of the horse and bring him back towards the male, but Coax knew better. He knew that he could not mount a horse as quickly as he needed to. He needed to run.

He liked her.

He almost felt helpless. He turned his gaze to her again. She did not deserve to be here. She was not supposed to be here. He knew the hulking figure that was baring down into her flesh now. He knew it. The Bull. The Swine. A man who was nothing better than that. While Coax had no reason to think this, he still did. He thought this because what other kind of man would bare down on a woman, what other man would harm a woman? Coax found himself running as he snapped back from his thoughts and into the reality of the situation. He charged after the coyote with brown and golden fur, though his eyes were on the man who had pale golden fur and the armor of an assassin. Teeth would barely be able to pierce that.

He readied his weapon, the sharp blade glinting in the early dawn's gaze over the horizon. He pointed the weapon towards it's target, a man who knew his home as he did, but still was not a man of status. Coaxoch did not feel confident that he could fight this man in any sense, but he did know that he could catch him off guard. Coax was not thinking of the betrayal. He did not see the man as Family. She was more Family than he was.

And with this, he charged up towards The Bull, and would have attempted to stab through his thick leather to get him away from Faith. This was his sole purpose, without thinking of the consequences of the battles around him.

What happened next was what was almost a considered an act of god, at least to him. He was in mid stride when he found himself again in the sights of another horse that he knew oh so well. He did not know what was going through the horse's mind as it charged at the young coyote hybrid, but Coax had to stop abruptly or risk being trampled by Maschine. Even when he stopped so abruptly, he still had skidded to such an abrupt stop that he found himself on the ground once again. Maschine reared back on his hinds once more and let out an aggressive neigh as he started to bare down his weight on his front legs towards Coax's face.

Suddenly faced with danger on the side of his own family, he pushed himself from the stallion's path yet again and eve abandoned his spear to hopefully get out of the way quick enough.

I won't let this be how it e n d s


COAXOCH ULRICH
Voyage o'er the mountains and wastelands, Far beyond the sea lies fortune,
No regrets, just live for the fight, Renounce your precious lives and ride.

Avvie by Kiri; signature image by Nuzze@FA. Click banner to request threads!
Salsola
The Family
User avatar
Jmonster
Luperci

POSTED: Wed Nov 08, 2017 9:26 pm

In the heat of battle, Grievous did not understand that the high sound he heard – a shrieking, dying thing – belonged to his former pledge. He was too involved with the coyote and her weapon. He had stopped her from shooting, and making brutal attempts to further quell her from fighting. His feet danced, sometimes beating down on her soft skin, sometimes driving hard against the cold ground beneath the tall grass.

Each time he snapped for her throat, she cut his face.

Only once did she miss, and then he drove his head down and cut the skin beneath her throat. It wasn't enough to gain purchase, nor did it end her life. Her voice was screaming, a banshee's shriek in his ears even as she began to kick and squirm beneath his weight with newly found terror.

He could smell the horse as it neared, and was forced from his target. Grievous snarled and avoided the worst of her blow. The big wolf wasn't sure what was happening elsewhere, but presently outnumbered his tactics changed. He made a short, false-charge at the horse, then tried to dart around it and towards the archer again.


masks beneath masks until suddenly
the bare bloodless skull
Salsola
The Tradesman
User avatar
Mel
Luperci
supernova

POSTED: Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:11 pm

It was easy enough for him to sink the knife in, those kinds of things came easy for the man who lived as a hired sword for others. The way she swatted at him with her staff felt more like a twig — could it even be called a staff? His eye burned with a hotter intensity, almost offended at the lackluster effort to fight off a hulking being by a girl who probably should never have been allowed to appear at a battle. The Bull acknowledged that not everyone was built for fighting, that was why he did what he did. But at the same time, it was an attempt to be something you were not that seemed to put this girl in the position she was in.

A couple more times the knife was pulled out and came down again, spraying blood in slight spatters over the white fur on his face and the dirty armor he wore. Another one of the side of the Thistle Kingdom, a young boy that the mercenary hadn't bothered to get to know, had charged up near them rather recklessly.

What was this boy doing, he'd thought to himself momentarily. The Bull was not a man who let himself be helped by others.

However, a mount had happened to cross over at the same time and the boy was threatened by the prospect of hooves to the face. Seeing this, The Bull tossed the girl to the side roughly, barreling forward toward the boy to grab him from the ground and pull him upright so he was now standing before swiping the spear from the ground and shoving it into the boy's hand. Watch yourself, child, he snarled roughly. Lest you lose your head to a horse instead of the enemy. As quickly as he came, The Bull merged back into the background, aiming to find another target to gut.


[000]
COMMISSIONS ALWAYS OPEN! PM FOR QUESTIONS!
Salsola
The Associate
User avatar
Titmouse
Luperci
teeth of the combine

POSTED: Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:37 pm

Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.

Of course her staff wasn't doing anything to the large male. Even so, what more could she do? It was the only weapon she had.. if this wasn't going to do anything, then what good would her claws and teeth do? Well.. maybe it was a better shot than what she was attempting right now. Felling the wood drop down from her hands, the claws began to make for any openings of his skin, which namely were his hands, or fingers. Now she had to fight, there was no other option. Fight and survive, or die.

The knife sank in and out of her body a few more times, blood both spraying through the holes in her robes at the male before her as well as flowing down the fur along her stomach. Each one stung more than the previous one. The situation was becoming much more serious with each bite the weapon made. Death was very much an option, but staring in its face, there could be no look of fear. No, she wouldn't give him that. If he would fault her for her lack of fighting skills, then maybe some sort of admiration for her resistance to the show of this feeling.

Heads moved to the side as the light male began to come towards them, more so the larger male than her. Was he.. was he going to attack one of his own? Well he wouldn't get the chance as the horse came out of no where, making it's way towards him. He was going to get trampled.

Her body was flung to the side, the larger male making sure to get the other out of the way before anything happened. Her eyes fixated on the two before her, only to be broken when her uncle managed to make his way over to her. One hand moved to her chest, pressing the robes against her wounds to try and dull out the pain. The red of her robes began to stain a darker red as she pushed herself up onto her feet, bending over to take the staff back into her hands. Positioning herself behind her secui uncle, Faith gripped the staff with one hand, leaving the other to take care of her chest. They were still in battle, they couldn't leave yet.

Made a couple assumptions Mel. Let me know if I need to change them. +300 words.

Faith de le Poer

Inferni
Civilis
User avatar
Salena
Luperci Chaos Star

POSTED: Mon Nov 20, 2017 9:44 am

In the heat of battle, Vicira focused solely ahead.

She did not see her cousin being stabbed by the armored man, or dwell on the crushed animal her horse had left behind. The flurry of movement and screams and snarls around her was ignored in favor of one task. She narrowed her sights and leaned over her horse's neck, staff in hand.

Tletica screamed. Vicira brought the wood down, but the big white-grey wolf dodged out of the way. The russet coyote scrambled to her feet, one hand clutching a red throat, the other gripping the bloodied arrow. Her eyes widened when the wolf charged her again.

Vicira held on when Kresnik reared back from the charge, but he did not lift his hooves off the ground far. His rider pressed him on and lashed out with the longstaff again, extending her reach. She was useless otherwise, but she had to at least protect the other Lykoi. Tletica, wisening to her chances, began to sprint to safety in the bushes edging their battlefield.

She was focused on just this -- and yet she managed to see it.

Salvia on her dappled horse, racing across the fields; Vesper running with ears tucked and tail streaming out, gasping for breath; Salvia catching up and Vesper going under with a terrible scream.

Vicira's eyes widened.

No, she said, and all at once the sounds of battle returned. She jerked her head to the side to look at her comrades and their enemies, engaged in combat and bloodied. She saw her wounded cousin, a dead Infernian mount in the grass, and yet stronger than all these images was the sight of her mother under the horse.

She threw her head back and howled.

Retreat!

Template by Kitty, Art by MsJesterArtega.

Inferni
Aquila
User avatar
Raze
'Souls Assemblage Luperci Multiple Co-ranks Level III Rex Chaos Star oderint dum metuant
cinder and smoke
ash in your mouth

Sticks and Stones