[M] You start them just to feel the heat

POSTED: Wed Nov 08, 2017 10:42 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.


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

OOC: Marking the thread as mature just in case. We'll start the 48 hour rule once everyone has posted at least once. +300 words.

Who was she to question the orders of the Queen. Idrieus' presence had been absent from the Drifter Bay battle, which was a mistake she was not going to make again. In the heat of war, she was expected to be there to handle things. The shield tier and their tasks were her responsibility. An assault had been planned against the mongrels, or mongrels by their pack's standards. Dusk was coming to the land, the wind brushing between her golden locks as she traveled with the rest of her family to Inferni's borders. So this was the place. Skulls lined the borders of their territory, coming in a variety of decorations. What a sorry excuse for trying to strike fear into their enemies.

Groups began to trickle out as the land grew darker still. Deciding to come along with the dog woman was a man she had worked with before. Grievous had helped her with patrols as well as in the construction of Salsola's training grounds. He was a reliable partner. The two of them didn't need anyone else, more than capable of taking on a few coyotes on their own. As long as he would lend a little trust in her, then she would end up doing the same for him.

Their force had long since been spotted by the ravens, but it mattered little. As the Apprentice passed over the borders, her foot came down on one of the skulls, breaking it off the post it once rested on. Icy eyes shown in the darkness of the coming night, the void of darkness hiding themselves among the trees they entered. For the time being she kept close to him, but as they grew more in, her body lowered down towards his bulky, secui form. Her voice was barely above a whisper, "Head around to the side. I'll draw them out to let their guard down. You can take them by surprise."

Idrieus was more than capable of taking care of herself, and the man had enough strength in him to take down some of her attackers. Stepping forward, one hand rested on the rapier at her side, tips of her ears flickering to the nearby sounds as she pressed on ahead, eyes focusing on the small group ahead of her. No doubt they would see her sooner or later.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 09, 2017 2:18 am

OOC - Crucible is somewhat in the cover of the trees, shooting an arrow in the direction of the border. Shot can go wide and miss or hit anyone since it's dark and she has a weak drawing arm.

She had managed to stay out of the war up till now, the beginning of it wreathed with mystery since she had been locked away from the truth by Guillen's hand and presence. That didn't make it any less painful when she learned of her nephew's death, the pain that her pack was going through while she was busy shacking up with someone who had, more or less, forced themselves on her, kidnapped her and tortured her in the dead silence of the night.

When the sun fell, dusk on the horizon, the birds were the first to know about the attack. They had only gotten the warning through their birds and Crucible had never been partnered with them, especially considering how little time she had when at home, much less time that could be spent in teaching a bird to scout for her when she knew how to do that on her own. When she learned of what was happening, it was through someone's passing bird, a bird who screeched and bawked so quickly that she could barely understand it until she did.

Only then did sheer panic rush through the red-haired de le Poer as she gathered her bow, her quiver full of arrows and one or two of her knives, brandishing them in the leather gauntlets that protected her arms in the midst of battle. She had little time to prepare much else, much less find a horse to use, though she was better on foot anyways. On foot, no less, it took her longer, if nothing else, to catch up to the few Infernians that she did and to get to the borders, to approach the band of Salsolan jerks who threatened to overtake their land.

It took everything in her not to shoot right away, her bow taut in her grip, arrow already notched in the drawstring when she saw the golden hair of the woman who crushed a skull beneath her feet at the borders. She was low on the totem pole as a bellum and there were surely others here of higher rank, though she was not interested in brief conversation about strategy when she had spent so much time on her lonesome fighting and learning how to fight when it came to it.

The first arrow she loosed was in the direction of the borders from the wooded cover of the forest that surrounded the borders themselves, not only for cover but for distance-sake. Her arm weak, her aim may have been off but the arrows were true to the sky, whistling through the air regardless of their target.


POSTED: Sat Nov 11, 2017 9:55 am

He had noted the absence of his cousins as their forces gathered, but thought little of it. They were not proper fighters, not the way he was, though O'Riley and Elphaba had ascended through Salsola's ranks far faster than he. Perhaps it was because of merit, but secretly he wondered if their family ties prompted such growth. Grievous sometimes felt that he was weighed down by a yoke to which his parents failures dragged after, and that this – and not his own shortcomings – were to blame.

After all, he tried to do what he thought Salsola wanted.

The call to arms was a long time coming, and given a chance to prepare he had worried over what to do. Dama was a warhorse, but he did not want the animal injured by arrows or worse, and did not feel confident enough his his own skills to fight on horseback.

Eventually, he settled on a middling ground – as he often seemed to do.

The wolf's Secui form was large but most of its height came from his legs, which made travel through the tall grass an easy affair. He was pale even in the dimming light, but employed the tall grass to hide him. Idrieus had made the plan simple enough, and Grievous responded quickly to her words. He slipped off into the scrub brush and moved quickly in a large, looping circle.

A group of coyotes had begun moving towards his partner, and taking advantage of their focus elsewhere, the wolf angled himself to cut them off from retreat. He waited until the moment felt right before rushing towards the archer. If history taught him anything, it was that these were often the easier targets to take care of. Grievous would seek to disarm her, and though they had been told not to waste time trying to kill, he thought disabling might be an acceptable alternative. His large teeth and cutting claws certainly did not discriminate between such purposes.


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POSTED: Sat Nov 11, 2017 12:47 pm

come get lost in the static

There were so few ravens sounding the alarm then usual, which concerned Eire. Why did the Salsolans take their strife out on the birds that had nothing to do with the war?

The war in and of itself was gruesome, and she got off lucky every time she was faced with something, but her luck would eventually run out. Inferni’s luck had run out.

The flutter of wings slapped against the back of her head as a raven crashed right into her, falling to the ground from exhaustion, but never shutting up otherwise. Eire’s heart lept and her gut sank. Another attack? Would that lead to more deaths? Her death? But would she actually get to fight this time?

The orange and gray hybrid ran as fast as she could towards the breached border, afraid of what she was going to find. Would they catch her clanmates unaware? Would there be more bodies? What had Vesper done to give them such violence? Unsheathing her scimitar, Eire stopped a few yards from the woman walking past the skull-tipped gates, further into the territory. She smelled them all around - different scents, but foreign nonetheless - and she smelled Infernians, but in her immediate view, she saw none of them. None but this woman, and the snarls and screams of another pair somewhere behind her. If she was surrounded, she’d go down fighting.

Oh goodie,” she purred. ”Finally, someone to fight.”

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POSTED: Sun Nov 12, 2017 11:13 pm

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

OOC: +300 words.

The arrows came as they moved, beginning at the borders, continuing as the pair of Salsola members made their way into the heart of Inferni's territory. Each came down in a pattern, they had to be coming from a certain spot. It was an annoyance more so than a concern, especially when one managed to dig it way into her shoulder. Stopping would risk more sticking into her. Feet continued to drive her forward as her hand moved up, pulling the arrow from it's mark. The damage seemed minimal compared to what the other members of Inferni could do.

Just because they were on the offensive didn't mean Inferni couldn't be vicious in the defense of their home. A cornered animal can sometimes be the most dangerous.

Grievous didn't hesitate in his movements, didn't question her orders. Idrieus was only an Apprentice, but he listened to her as equals, and as she earned the place she had. He too must have seen that if this simple plan worked, it would effectively cut them by surprise and cut them off from aid should they try to run. He was a perfect partner to execute this with. Trust was few and far in between when to came to any males in her life. Lokr was still the only male who could so much as touch her, but on a level of respect for another warrior, he was slowly beginning to gain some from the more rigid dog woman.

Blue gaze returned forward, her body keeping itself moving even among the trees. The arrows where sure to continue, and even with cover, a stray one could manage to get through. There was a pause to the sight of the one that stood before her. Good, it seemed like her partner hadn't been spotted yet. Perfect.

The Apprentice's hand reached to the grip of her rapier, drawing it as she pointed the tip to the one standing at her opposite. Why grace the girl with a response? One step forward. What would her attackers do? Engage. She pressed forward. So long as she could keep the attention on her, Grievous would have no issue in joining undetected.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 16, 2017 2:32 am

OOC - Grievous catches Crucible just as she's about to shoot at Idrieus again. She manages to put some distance between his teeth and her using her bow and the arrow shoots but it is not aimed anywhere in particular and even if it was, the shot would have been wide due to her being startled and forced to the ground. She manages to wriggle free enough to knee at his abdomen. In the process he claws her sides.

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The red haired de le Poer would have found much more solace if she'd managed to find an archer's stand before the fight started. Unfortunately, not given the time to do so, she wasn't sure if there were even any around. An arrow notched in her bow's drawline, she pulled back the taut string till she thought it would break. It was only then that she saw her sister's stepdaughter approaching the woman who had caught the unfortunate end of her previously shot arrow. She didn't not expect to strike true at the golden haired woman, much less to find herself targeted by the halfling form of her companion. That did not mean that she wasn't ready to fight hand-to-hand if the moment called for it.

Of course, she didn't see him stalking her through the tall grasses that surrounded this edge of Inferni's borders. She hadn't wanted to fight anyone up close. That's why she had learned how to use a bow but she had always been particularly well rounded when it came to being a warrior. Streaking through the tall grass, he was like a lion hunting his prey and she was none the wiser until he broke through, launching in her direction with teeth bared and claws sharp.

A large, muscular thing with white fur. A wolf. For a moment, she thought he might be Janik, the stranger she'd seen in the woods, the one who'd left her before. She knew differently the moment his weight overcame hers and she was forced to the ground. The arrow already inside the drawn bow shot out, though its path was very wide and not aimed in the slightest and it took all she had to keep herself relatively clear of his gnashing jaws that snapped at her with the wooden arm of her bow, forcing her legs up beneath her so that she could drive one at his chest.

She felt claws dig into her sides, her maw forced open with a sharp whine of pain, white hot and not unlike what she'd felt when she'd woken underneath the tree that had broken her arm only months before.

She could smell blood but she knew the wounds were superficial enough that they could be healed.


POSTED: Thu Nov 23, 2017 11:24 pm

(Sincere apologies for time taken to post this. ><' Jhiral is accidentally flanking Grievous, gargling threateningly and seeking to strike him while he's trying to gnaw on Crucible.)

In the growing darkness calls of avian and canine in origin began to sound out, trouble at the borders - harassment, probing maneuvers by Salsolan Lupceri made the remaining hackles of the foreign-borne rise. Maja had split her attention between keeping an eye upon fellow ravens, trying to communicate with them effectively and do her own scouting, while also watching over her erstwhile counterpart who so eagerly sought a purpose, be it to heal fellow Infernians, however unlikely, patrolling the borders or seeking conflict.

Tonight she was thankfully present, guiding Jhiral from the sky towards a growing commotion on the eastern side of Inferni's territory, further than he'd expect or wish to go, but he did happen to be around in the area - may as well offer a hand as it were, be it instinct to protect members of the pack, or something drilled into him from experience, the man was compelled to go and help.

He moved with some speed, neither a sprint nor a slower jog, thudding steps perhaps lacking a little in grace as the jackal-coyote made his way closer, the trees, bushes and patches of tall grass obscuring finer detail, but he trusted his senses and those of his smaller, rather more feathery companion's to help. He was certain he saw burred movements of one or more coyotes moving further ahead from a different direction, but it wouldn't be the first time seeing something not quite there.

It wasn't long before he rounded another copse of trees, managing to witness something that first caught him off guard for a moment, then stirred the blood and threatened to make him act rashly; a struggle up ahead, a large, un-welcomed and light-hued Secui attempting to maul a darker Optime trapped beneath the former. They - she - an unknown, but a member of the same family - clan - as he nonetheless. Gnashing his fangs lightly, the bandaged and clothed man surged onward with urgency, seeking to unsheathe the short-staff and bearded axe mid-run then stumbling into a fast-walk, trying to approach from the side and rear. Closing the gap, he shook his head and emitted a wordless noise akin to a slurring cough, something out of the blue to distract. The man's marching-stance widening in order to use his own forward-momentum to add to the inevitable swing aimed at the attacker's large flank and back, a wide, harsh slash with the intent to cause great harm if he struck true.

In hindsight, this felt rather reckless, but the concern for the female drove him onward without preamble against a formidable target, focusing upon this tangled mess to separate the two and cause harm. Maja cawed overhead as Jhiral lunged.
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POSTED: Fri Nov 24, 2017 10:54 am

It was not proper frenzy, this attack, though he snapped and raged as if consumed by such a thing. His orders were simple, and he was under the supervision of a superior officer. Failure was not an option.

The red coyote went down, but she had her feet still and kept space between them. He felt their pressure against his chest and how it forced him away from her face, though Grievous protested with a horrendous snarl. They had lost any element of surprise, now that both Salsolans were engaged, and in his experience noise was an element of combat too.

Another sound – rough, throaty – warned him of the oncoming approach. Despite the swiftly spreading darkness a bird was present, and between it and its partner the wolf was well aware of the enemy's approach.

The sight of a weapon was what really caused him to move, reluctantly skittering aside as the axe missed all but a glancing blow on his side. It was enough to draw blood, however, and Grievous protested with a furious sound. He at once lunged for the arm which carried the bladed weapon, aiming to sink his teeth in and disarm what he now saw as a greater threat.


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POSTED: Sat Dec 09, 2017 10:01 am

come get lost in the static

Off to the side of the clearing, there was a struggle. In her sights was the woman before her, and out of her sights, Crucible struggled with another Salsolan. From the scents and the sounds, that’s what she assumed from it. Turning her head, she scanned the treeline for the struggling bodies, but movement from the corner of her eye snapped her gaze back to the dog woman with the skinny sword. She surged forth, unwavering, unstopping. They would clash with a metallic ring, Eire going on the defensive first.

A broad, curved weapon against a skinny, needle-tipped thing. How lovely. Aside from piercing her heart, a lung, her eye, or an important pulsating part of her body, Eire couldn’t see how the woman would do any damage with that. She’d need to stab her in a good place to do any real damage, and Eire didn’t plan on allowing that to happen. Even in her doubt, however, Eire knew not to get cocky in battle. Those types of battles never turned out well.

When the chance opened up, Eire would have attempted to slice her opponent with the curved blade of her weapon, intending to hit either arm, to weaken them, to cause them pain, to make the woman not want to use her stupid pointy sword anymore. Should that backfire, Eire would go back on the defensive once more.

I’m good with vague hits / actions. If you want Idreius to obtain any specific injuries, let me know! I’m good with Eire getting some cuts and bruises, maybe a shallow stab wound :) (000)


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POSTED: Sun Dec 10, 2017 10:22 pm

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

OOC: +300 words.

Idrieus' ear twitched in the sound of the struggle going on to the side of her. Well.. them. Blue eyes focused on the female standing before her, making a swift move as she seemed distracted by what was going on away from them. With her, there was no doubt. Inferni had been caught by surprise, and a male the size of Grievous would have no trouble returning home alive. They had a job to do. Once it had been carried out, both of them could leave. It would be on her call to when they made their move back to the kingdom. Not yet... it was too soon.

Steel clashed against steel, the sound ring in both the female's ears as very few sparks began to fly between them. Her opponent had done well to block her first move, but it was still only the beginning of the fight. While her rapier might not have had the strength or bite of the woman's sword, it had speed and mobility. With the right position set into motion, it could deal out its own amount of damage. For now, it was just a matter of getting into the place she needed to be, even if that meant her blood tarnishing the other woman's blade.

The strength came down upon the dog woman, who twisted her body in such a way for her unarmed arm to take the sting. Her feet carried her closer to her opponent seemingly unphased by the attack. Two axes slicing open her back helped her to grow tolerant to the pain. That didn't mean it was gone, but was more or a sting than something much worse.

The weapon drew back in her other arm, gaining some distance before it came down upon her. It was doubtful she would be lucky enough to hit something vital, but anything would do. All she really needed was her attention. Whatever she could do in terms of damage didn't matter.

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