[M] the cruel ballet

full moon raid: group 1

POSTED: Mon Jan 16, 2017 11:02 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Set January 12 during the Full Moon Raid. Feel free to start referencing the NPCs!


Someone cried out for help from within the woods, and though the one-year-old Reverie could scarcely aim an arrow, she tore into the brush at once.

What had been a stroll along the further edges of the territory she had yet to familiarize herself with, had become a sprint through the Forest of Nod with an arrow notched and ready and her heart pounding in her ears. The call was close enough that she confidently believed it was within their territory. Had someone been hurt, like River Lark? Trapped, like Cypher? Had a scout seen something?

She prayed to every god she could think of, even those she thought nothing of, that a scout had not made the call.

Dove heard the trampling of hooves long before she saw the horses or the riders, none of which she recognized. A hybrid she remembered—poorly—as the argumentative Bayard was holding his head and trying to flee, squinting as if he'd been struck in the skull. He wore no visible weapons. One of the riders, her steed paused, pulled back a stone in her sling and slung it true. It missed, though upon noticing the mortified Dove, grabbed for another stone.

The Reverie set free an arrow from her bow, its point careening close enough to startle the wolf woman but far enough to miss by a long shot. It caught the attention of the second wolf rider as he caught up to his partner, an axe clutched in his hand free of the reins. She screamed at Bayard to run—at least until they could get the invaders off their steeds—and she sent another poorly aimed arrow at the male rider before spinning and fleeing herself.

Her voice, tripling its normal volume, echoed Bayard's call into the sky: "Invaders!" it screamed. "Help!"

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POSTED: Tue Jan 17, 2017 12:42 am

Woo~ [ 380 ]

Irritated with having to spend another night out on patrol the desert desperado kicked the soft mound of snow as it rose up in his path, the sudden spray of snowflakes catching the bright algid moonlight and shimmering in the glow. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it he simply trudged onward, mumbling and grumbling needlessly to himself as the little beads and feathers adorning his axes clunked softly against the wood of each handle with every step. The thick leather belt was heavy with the weight of his weapons and made his pants sag at his hips, but the discomfort and annoyance of adjusting his pants every now and then was better than freezing his tail off.

Sighing a thick cloud of hot breath and cigarette smoke into the chilly night air Dorado slowed to a stop for a moment to focus his oversized ears on a strange but familiar sound in the distance; a thundering of hoofs that seemed too hurried and wild to be another Inferni patrol keeping watch. It just didn't sit right with him, and as he turned to investigate - snuffing out the stub of a cigarette on a tree and absently discarding it - a cry for help rang out sharp and clear over the trees, loud and despairing.

A growl reverberated in his throat as the Whiplash grit his teeth and slid one ax off his belt to be ready, the snow kicked up behind him in another spray of glittering shards as he bolted off toward the sound. As he closed the distance between them, another much more familiar voice rent the sky in a fresh call for help, and it didn't take him long to catch up to the intruders giving chase to his packmates.

His free hand instinctively went to his belt the moment he saw the mounted attackers and grabbed his bola, which promptly came up over his head and wound up in a fast spin. Used to using the weapon on horseback his aim was not fouled by the fact that he was running, and when the bola was loosed it faithfully found its target, whipping around the sling arm of the stone throwing rider just as she was about to let loose another projectile.








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POSTED: Thu Jan 19, 2017 3:43 am

Tacet Calico
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Bringing her raptor and lynx in!
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A tri-colored figure walked through the winter forest. She was a fusion of jackal and coyote, both very similar species and therefore it often made it hard for some to tell the difference. Ginger and black splotches dotted her almost-white pelt that was silky and long due to her dog and wolf breeding. A fox-like tail was held still as she walked and she was long-legged and long-eared. She wore a white ensemble; a white mini dress with long sleeves and a hood. Secured around her waist was a belt which held a quiver of arrows. A pair of bright aqua eyes glinted in the dark. Flying above her was a tiny raptor, a sparrowhawk.

Tacet was sometimes a night owl. Sometimes she just wanted to roam around when the moon was high in the sky and she could see the stars. Venatrix had no complaints since she didn't care. So this led to the Calico girl leaving her room to be guarded by Stellio and Geminix. She hoped they were okay without her.

And then the mute girl heard the sounds of a fight. She turned to the sparrowhawk and signed to her to fetch Vindex by tracing whiskers on her face and drawing tufts on her ears. The owl hooted before flying off. And then the coy-jackal grabbed her bow and then drew an arrow from her quiver. And then she sneaked through the forest towards the fighting until she saw the unfamilliar figures. And then the cyan-eyed vixen notched her arrow and fired.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 22, 2017 11:33 am

Sorry for the wait, I missed this going up! Marcel is attacking Dorado. [387]


It was strange how easy it was, to provoke an otherwise good man to do terrible things. A little sprinkle of hatred - formed from traumatic events - a splash of basic psychology - to follow orders, to work for his family - and that was all it really took. When the raiding party had first set out for Nova Scotia on their mission of revenge Marcel had been unsure and full of doubts, only the thought of Maria and that unborn life pushing him on. He hated the coyotes that had taken his family from him, but he wasn’t doing this to assuage his own hatred. He had chosen this task, grudgingly, for them. For when they had completed their bloody duty, surely plunder and prestige awaited the victors as they returned to the fold. Surely no one would fault him more that he wasn’t born into the faith, when he had helped bring down groups that had wronged Boreas so?

By the time it came to raid, there was no more reluctance left in him. After spending so long travelling and plotting and planning, and then the weeks after that lurking around Inferni’s borders and picking at the weak and stupid piece by piece, all there was was a sense of relief. It felt good to finally be doing something decisive, taking the fight to the enemy in force.

The horse surged powerfully below him, a midnight black stallion taken from the raiding group’s stocks. Marcel had grown up on horses but his own little bay wasn’t built for this kind of work, and had been left at home.

Cries began to spread through the night as the attacking force caught up with the first of their quarry, sling stones pelting a coyote as he fled into the night. He wasn’t alone for long though, his cries quickly drawing help to him. Marcel scanned the darkness with a scouts practised eyes, and game a grim smile as he located a familiar flash of colour. As arrows and stone began to flash their way and the group began to spread out he took the far flank, ducking down below a stone and rising with his bow in hand. Giving a powerful whoop he loosed an arrow at that familiar coyote and then urged the horse onwards.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 24, 2017 11:35 pm

The night erupted around her, not with swords and claws but with stones and arrows and windward weapons. It seemed every abled body among the woods aimed with a eye and hand more accurate and trained than her own, but Dove hadn't mind for shame nor humiliation.

The wolf had rounded back a stone only to be caught by a bola, and the woman gripped at the mane of her horse to remain steady on her steed. An arrow fired but moments later sent by a stranger of white pelt and autumnal patches, and at once Dove lowered her bow and took to the brush after Bayard, the dizzied fistfighter among a throng of flying, faraway weapons.

Her heart pounding, she allowed those who arrived as backup to take up the fight while she made her way to Bayard. He stumbled through the woods trying to find cover while she watched his back, releasing the occasional poorly aimed arrow. She did not notice a third rider until he had rounded from the back on his steed and aimed an arrow at her friend.

"Dorado! Look out!" Dove shrieked for his attention and set free an arrow not aimed for the man on the horse, but for the flesh of the steed itself.

But her hands shook and the thought of harming another brought dread, and it was not with confidence the arrow released. The second and third were no better, whirring through the air at the first and second riders, if only to distract them so one with better aim could strike.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 26, 2017 3:54 am

Rachel has been knocked from her horse, which ran away to be recovered later~ [ 380 ]

The bola wound fast and tight around the femme's sling arm and with the momentum of the stones swiftly yanked her upper body forward, taking her by surprise and thwarting her balance but not her grip on her steed.

It was the flurry of arrows from both Dove and an unfamiliar ally that eventually startled the stone-slinging femme's horse into a panic, causing it to rear up and suddenly toss her backward and down to the ground before racing away deeper into the coyotes' claim and disappearing into the darkness. Dorado made a mental note to find the black gelding later to see if it was worth keeping and training or trading away but for now there were much more pressing matters to attend to.

The femme was on her knees working furiously and frantically to remove the tangle of bola and sling from her arm before giving up and finding her spear nearby and her feet soon thereafter. The other rider swung around and angled his horse in for an attack and Dorado had to drop under the swift swoop of an ax to avoid being beheaded as the horseman passed.

Scrambling to his feet the desert desperado fround himself at the point of a spear as the femme had used the horseman's attack to close the distance between them, but it was another barrage of arrows that had her stagger back and kept her at bay. Dorado backpedaled a few paces and felt an arrow bite into the back of his shoulder just as Dove shouted a warning his way, and when the 'yote hybrid spun around a very familiar male rode past him too close for comfort.

"This guy again!" The Whiplash growled out as he swung his ax behind him and lopped off the excess arrow jutting from his back, making another mental note to have Daeva dig out the point later; as it would cause much more damage to simply yank it out now. Pulling his other ax from his belt and readying it in his free hand the warrior let a wild smile ease to his sharp maw as he backed up slightly to stand closer to his allies as the horsemen came back around and the spear-woman began to advance slowly on foot.








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POSTED: Fri Jan 27, 2017 9:29 pm

Word Count → 147 :: Poopy reply! Sorry for the wait!

Tacet was afraid. She had never actually fought before and it was terrifying. Why was Inferni being attacked? She was scared of killing as well, she had never killed anything but animals. But her fellow Luperci? That was unthinkable, but she knew that it would be asked of her one day.

The Calico girl started firing arrows at these strangers, she didn't linger long enough for her to see that they'd hit them. For some weird reason, she hoped that they wouldn't. Taking someone's life was wrong, but she didn't have a choice, did she? But regardless, the koi-colored archer aimed for extremities.

The cyan-eyed huntress heard the crunch of paws through the snow and recognized Vindex's scent. She carefully signed to him, telling the lynx that they would attack together. With the lynx at her side, she charged into battle with her bow ready to fire.




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POSTED: Tue Jan 31, 2017 1:02 pm

Between hers and the arrows of the other archer, one of the riders was thrown from her saddle. At great relief to Dove the woman rose unscathed—but with weapon in hand and still coming. The Reverie wanted to cry out and ask why they were doing this or why they had to resort to such violent means, but the words didn't come. She was breathing fast and panicked, and struggled to fight off light-headedness.

Her warning did not reach Dorado in time—an arrow buried itself in his shoulder and Dove threw a hand over her mouth, stomach turning and a prick of tears at her eyes in sheer, naive horror at the sight. Her gut heaved once watching him break the arrow shaft and leave its head embedded, but the woman maintained some poor level of composure. Her eyes leaked and her face read nothing short of aghast, but there was a mission of life-or-death suddenly before her, and the time for despair would have to come later.

The bowstring extended in full, held before her eyes between she and the spear-wielder. Whether it was purposeful or by cause of the shake in her hands Dove wouldn't know, but at the moment the woman raised her spear to strike, Dove's arrow released; poorly aimed even at close proximity, it tore through and away all but her left ear's lowest third. With it came a jerking back of the head and, a spray of blood and a cry in pain that staggered the woman but for one clear and vulnerable moment.

Dove notched another arrow, but she couldn't let it free. The point shook in her fingers, the tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn't do it. She couldn't shoot to kill.

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POSTED: Thu Feb 02, 2017 4:19 am

Gonna speed this along a bit. Rachel is dead, Bjorn has fled... [ 442 ]

Another spray of arrows parted the charging horses and forced them to redirect and circle back for another pass. In that span of time Dorado sprang forward, axes at the ready as he flung himself wildly and recklessly at the spear wielding femme, hoping to take her by surprise. Much to his luck - and shock - his plan had worked, and instead of being ready to skewer him in all his foolishness she flung her spear up to block, his axes biting into the shaft of her weapon.

With a strong heave forward she managed to make him backpedal, his quick hop backward matched with one of her own as their weapons released from each other and the two canines squared off again. Both seemed blind to the arrows whizzing by - keeping the riders at bay - as they lunged forward, hell bent on finishing what they started.

Dorado had a bad habit of focusing too much sometimes, tunneling his vision to things outside his interest, but when those antique gold eyes were set on something almost nothing stopped him from getting, stopping, accomplishing, or demolishing whatever it was. It was a blessing and a curse.

The spear shot to his side and he danced out of the way, swinging his axes in the process, slicing at anything he could reach. This happened several times, each time one or the other hitting or missing, slicing flesh and slicing air, until a stray arrow - fired from gods knew where, he couldn't tell - found its way into the femme's side.

With her distracted Dorado saw the opening he needed and with one strong smooth strike his ax came down where neck met shoulder, cleaving cleanly through fur and flesh and sinew. It cracked its way through the smaller bones until it found one substantial enough to halt its motion, the sudden stop sending a jarring vibration up his arm.

There was a choking gurgling sort of sound as the femme slumped to the earth and the desert desperado yanked his ax back as she fell, a sickening sort of squishing sound following the motion, enough to churn even the strongest stomach. Enough to contort his emotionless face into a grimace of disgust.

At the sight of his comrade being chopped down like an oak for firewood the ax wielding horseman drew his mount to a sliding halt and stared for a moment, shocked and bewildered, before shouting something at Dorado - all he could tell was that it was rife with obscenities - before he turned his horse and bolted off into the darkness.








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POSTED: Tue Feb 07, 2017 1:05 pm

Tacet Calico
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Fighting was something that she had never done. She had trained but she had never spilled another's blood. It scared her, violence wasn't good. But her pack was in danger! And the Tirones had to defend her pack, that was what pack mates did. She had her bow at the ready and fired an arrow at the enemies, not really aiming. She heard a horse whinny and a cry of pain. She was almost sick at the thought of hurting another but she would have to.

Vindex flung himself at one of the Boreas wolves, his claws slashing into the skin of their legs, earning a cry of pain and he set them sprawling into the earth. The coy-jackal watched as the lynx attacked before gaining her senses and firing an arrow at their shoulder. And then she was sent tumbling as an attacker tackled her and she just froze.

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