[M] those who do hear cannot again return home

POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 12:35 am

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Salsola: Curse of the Sanctum - The White Knell Camp

Early morning. It is cold and foggy, and the loners have a fire burning in the center of their camp.

The mule stood with its head hanging in the fog, breathing steamy clouds behind its master.

O'Riley might have come on four legs if there been warrant for it, but the order had been clear. Anyone guilty was to be brought back for questioning. The signs of witchcraft would be obvious, and a culprit would be found sooner than later now. He sensed something changing in the air beyond the turn of the season.

Winter would be upon them soon. They would be rid of the curse before then. They had to be rid of it, for now he was no longer a stranger to the supposed-elite of their world. Going to the summit at the Fort had been a calculated, nessecary risk. He thought of Elphaba there, a Queen without equal in a room which did not know them well enough to know how powerful they were. Imagine how they might fear her properly, if they had known the way she looked when she left to lead their people off into the night, seeking the justice so near to them.

To his own end, the armor and the sword were purposed entirely for intimidation. He would not accept failure from the group he had taken, and made this clear when they separated from the others.

It was a small camp – there were less than a handful of them, the scouts had said, and no horses between the lot. Instead they had constructed a little ring of tents around a dug-in fire-pit. Though it was hard to make out the details through the fog, from the looks of things, they had been here for some time.

We're here to take them alive, he reminded the group tailing him. Keep alert. The people we're after won't come easily. If anyone runs, bring them back.

Cording and rope had been carried by his mule, and coils of it were draped on his cousin's muscular arms. There was an eager expression on his face – the mutual desire of the pack to resolve this curse made it so. The Erilaz looked at his companions again, pleased by the faces he saw, and then turned to the camp.

O'Riley approached the campsite on foot, bold and certain of their purpose.

Someone near the fire let out a bark of warning. Another voice responded in a rolling tongue O'Riley recognized but did not understand.

They were strangers, and they were foreign, and most importantly, they were Outsiders. He hated them on principle alone. If what the scouts had said was true, they had all the more reason to suspect these strangers had something to do with what was happening to them.

Safety for his pack was paramount, no matter the cost.

A woman with long, dark ears and orange markings was standing with her back to the fire. He couldn't see the guard who had alerted her, but a young man with bright eyes was glaring at him from where he had appeared at the entrance of a tent. There were more of them than this, O'Riley knew, and did not mistake their current absence for more than it was.

What do you want? The woman growled. She had an accent that reminded O'Riley of Helena.

We're here to ask some questions.

Questions about what?

Oh, I think you have an idea. We have reason to believe you people were involved in a crime against our Kingdom. You are to surrender for—

What are you talking about?

It's going to be better for you if you let this happen.

I don't understand. We did nothing. You have no right to be here.

I have every right to see a murderer is put to justice.

No one here did any such thing! Leave us alone!

Cooperation will make things go easier for you, Outsider.

We did nothing!

There's a witch here, O'Riley announced.

Something changed in the woman's face. She squared her shoulders and threw her chest forward. Who do you think you are, coming here and saying things like this? We belong to no King and will not answer to any absurd accusations! How dare you come here and threaten my family! The hound was making gestures in his direction. For the first time he noticed was a sword in her hand – when she moved the firelight caught it's sheen. She felt enough confidence in her own safety to take two steps towards the looming figure.

When she got close enough to smell him, all hell broke loose.

A horrible, booming bay came out of her mouth, and something huge and silvery sprung from the shadows behind her. O'Riley had his hand on the hilt of his blade when she charged him. She was almost too fast for him, but he managed to draw his own sword before she could strike him.

Metal struck metal as the hulking, short-furred dog came rushing towards them.

Everybody hit the ground
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POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 3:07 am

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[SL] Curse of the Sanctum: Plot Stage III

TL;DR: Ingress made to jump in and fight alongside his wife, Patina, and attack O’Riley. Kamari intervened. Ingress is in Secui form.

Kamari's scent is disguised.

The evidence found by the patrols led by Paladin Idrieus and herself had been enough to damn both groups of Outsiders by the Thistle Queen. Their encampments’ proximity to the Kingdom, along with the suspicious amount of activity so close to the Salsolan borders had made them easy targets under the Kingdom’s scrutiny, and the possibility of them having ties to the Crone’s unsolved murder did not put things in their favor either. The teams to confront these Outsiders had been gathered, distributed, assigned.

Earlier that morning, she had bid her husband good fortune against the feral Loners she had discovered with her scouting party two days prior. With the Queen having set her eyes on the Underhill Camp, it was in the Kingdom’s best interest to have her accompanied by loyal and skilled fighters. Though Krios was no brawler, his aim with his dragonhead bow was truer than any of the Kingdom.

She had been tasked to accompany the Erilaz to the other camp. She’d donned her usual gear when venturing outside the borders of Salsola; her hooded cloak to cover a boy-ishly dressed figure and to hide the knife that nestled at the small of her back. Her bow and hip quiver had been left behind with her stallion, Cedar. He had been stealthily parked some distance away from the camp of tents, dutifully awaiting for her summoning whistle. With their task that morning being what it was, she had only brought the horse along should they have to deal with a runner. Her bow with its arrows had merely been an option for slowing an…incompliant Luperci down.

Kamari stalked alongside--but somewhat apart from--the main group, keeping to the dried and dying forest undergrowth, moving like the shadow she was known for. Her steps were quiet, precise, her movements gliding and smooth to not call attention to her presence in the area. The cold fog that had set in that morning did nothing but aide her stealthy advance. She was the Emissary, the Sapienza, the Vedetta; it all came with her line of work to remain unseen until she willed it so.

The tents that Idrieus and her scouting party had spoken of came into view, and Kamari swept wide as O’Riley boldly walked onward. A warning bark broke out, and her ears twitched at the sound of the French language that was spoken rapidly thereafter. It was enough to cause her to pause, her sharp eyes watching, waiting with chilling patience.

There was movement within the camp as a distinctly doggish woman stood, turning and facing the approaching Erilaz. Carefully, Kamari advanced, unsheathing her knife as she encroached on the circle of tents from an angle unseen by the woman and the bright-eyed male who stood in the entrance of one of the tents. The fire’s crackling drowned out her approach, but, so too did it of anyone that might have been inside the other tents.

O’Riley spoke with the hound, though, it didn’t seem like she had any intention to hear him out. Things escalated rather quickly between their back and forth, and, from her angle, Kamari took note of a third dog--seen by the liver-hued nose that slowly poked out dangerously from beneath a tent flap behind the blueticked woman--in the immediate vicinity.

The woman moved towards the Erilaz, unsheathing a blade--a sword--as she did before, suddenly, a sound that could only be made by a dog escaped her maw, and the encampment sprung to life.

It seemed they would have some resistance with this group.

The liver-nosed individual--a huge, silvery-colored, Secui male--bolted out from his hiding and charged towards in defense of the swordswoman. A ferocious bark accompanied his teeth-filled snarl. With his silver gaze focused solely on the fight between O’Riley and the woman, however, he didn’t see the Shadow. She slipped into his path, causing him to skid to a halt at the unexpected obstacle that had appeared before him.

She swung out with her knife, a warning that accompanied her cold stare; back off. He was only just quick enough to pull his head back and have the tip of her blade only graze his nose. To keep him on the defense, Kamari stepped forward, twisting her body and sending her palm to strike his chin.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 12, 2019 11:26 pm

[761] • Jak broke away and Parva found her. The Outsider tries to negotiate, but runs when she hits a wall. Jak may need help catching Parva.

How foolish were these Outsiders to have set up camp so close to the great Salsolan Kingdom? All it took was a scouting mission to uncover their location and unwisely left behind evidence. From what the scouts found, witchcraft was evident. This bit of information was all the Tradesman needed to fuel her anger towards these individuals, these Outsiders. Their time had come to face the those they had wronged.

Jaketta had been more than eager to accept when asked to join one of the raid parties, despite not knowing any of her party allies well. They were all still Family. That was why they were here, creeping through the dense fog, being lead by the Erilaz himself. Jaketta wore her wolf pelt cloak to fight off the vicious bite of the early morning chill. Beneath that, she wore her usual purple garbs and already had her staff in hand; The versatile weapon doubled as a walking stick, keeping her steady as they traveled in an unnatural hunched over position.

A few words were spoken by the Erilaz, remind them of their duties. There was resolve in Jaketta's eyes as she nodded in understanding and followed O'Riley and her allies into the camp.

The Outsiders were quick to spot them as the strode into their dwelling with a sense of purpose. They communicated in foreign jargon, alerting one another. The Erilaz spoke to one of the Outsiders as they approached a tent. Jaketta's hackles instinctively rose, causing a chill to slither down her spine as each follicle lifted to full height. They weren't going to surrender, blatantly opposing accusations made by the sub-leader. The last thing that was spoke, drew the black jackal's lips backwards. The witch who had cursed their Sanctum tier, their own witches, was here and yet they disputed this fact.

There was no need to linger. It was clear where this was headed and this was confirmed by the sickening bellow that marked the start of the raid. Jak moved away from the group, to do what they'd come to do. All were to be taken as prisoners, to be questioned and examined by the eyes of the Kingdom.

A growl erupted from the witch's maw as she stood to full height and stormed through the camp. Blood and gold searched for a target, coming to find one sooner rather than later. A silvery woman approached her without caution, stepping before her with a smooth grin spread across her face and both hands behind her back. What is it you must have in order to leave in peace? She began, attempting to talk Jaketta down.

Justice. Give up the witch.

There is no witch here. Cross my heart, hope to die.

There's no use in lying. The Kingdom sees through your lies.

It seems The Kingdom is blind. None of us practice witchcraft. How primitive. give up your search and keep your pride in tact. Tell your allies to retreat. I swear this is the best option for you. I'm only trying to do you a favor.

The woman was unnaturally calm. Her serene gaze swept over the Tradesman. There was not an ounce of hatred in her diluted sunny hues. It was a skillful display. Unfortunately, Jaketta had already made her decision,the moment the Queen had issued her order. Jak sighed with forced dismay. That's unfortunate. Jaketta made a few small advances towards the woman.

Your search will end in failure. There's no use.

You're right, there is no use. Jak rushed forward. At the inkling that the Outsider was going to run, Jak slid and sent her staff flying at the woman's feet hoping to knock her down. She felt contact on the dog's heel, but she was too late. The Tradesman yelled, a battle cry that announced she would not fail.

A streak of silver in a cloud of white and grey, the Outsider made a hasty retreat. Jaketta was quick to follow, but the dog woman was fast and quickly able to get a ahead. She would remain in pursuit and wouldn't stop until the woman was secured. It was difficult to keep eyes on her with the fog, but wherever there was movement it seemed to push away from whatever moved through it, creating a trail. Jak had placed her staff back in its holder so she could run more efficiently. She just wasn't built for this. The Outsider was just so damn fast.

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tl:dr; Tenet attempts to engage Cissa, starts getting his ass handed to him, but still manages to inflict some damage >.> 447

O'Riley might not have made the decision to come on all fours, but Narcissa did. For all her skill in swordsmanship, she wasn't confident enough to trust in it entirely and had decided to make use of her halfling form. Naturally skilled in tooth and claw combat and able to best use her height and weight to her advantage, it seemed the most logical when she was facing an unknown quantity. Granted, scouts had gone on a reconnaissance mission to see who and what they were up against. But without actually engaging in combat, Narcissa was sceptical about trusting blindly in the word of scouts.

The Erliaz spoke and Cissa made a sour face, the eyes of her packmates cast the other way. Chase and capture wasn't the game the Amazon liked to play and it was no secret to anyone who knew her. But for what it was worth, she usually had little trouble swallowing her own urges.

They approached the camp, and as was to be expected, the group of Outsiders met their advances with outright hostility. There was a flash of silver, a sword, before O'Riley had time to truly respond. A terrible sound like a mourning ghost left the Outsider and her companions seemed to rally around the sound.

The dog nearest her, blue-eyed and tricolour was armed too, the flash of silver catching Cissa's eye. Then it caught her eye again, but they were the small, fast glints of daggers. There seemed to be hesitation in the man's eyes, but he still edged forward, his grip steeling on his weapons.

Before her opponent could make a move, she beat him to it. Charging forward before he could raise his daggers well enough to fight, Cissa dipped a shoulder to throw him off balance like a great golden bear. The dog's blades may have been ill-placed for a battle, but it was still easy enough for him to jab down clumsily and sink a blade into the woman's muscled shoulder. He was unable to foist it deep into her flesh, but the injury he inflicted did cause his opponent to stumble as she rounded on his again, snarling.

Cissa could see that his resolve to battle was fading, knocked off course by the woman's advance and winded by it too, she could see him weighing up his options rapidly.

'Put the knives down. This isn't a fight you're going to win.' Though far from convincing him to yield, it seemed to steel him into continuing. With a booming snarl that was countered by a loud bay, the two clashed again.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 17, 2019 1:31 pm

Aidan looked…pathetic. His pelt was uneven and ragged, with leaflitter, dirt and detritus clinging to it. He wore no clothes save for a belt that carried a long-bladed knife, which somehow almost seemed comical worn by the Henchman. Aidan’s scent was obscured by the much that clung to him. Of course, Aidan’s pride played very little part in how he operated, and had been made aware, through many informative lessons, of how useful underestimation was. Salsola, the pack which had accepted him, when so many others had not, had helped him hone his skills. That acceptance had fostered within the Massacre male, a strong sense of duty, perhaps even a possessive fervour, which meant that even had he not understood the situation, he would have accompanied his pack in defence of their home.

Aidan had prepared for the encounter, ensuring that his blade was sharp and his appearance was uninspiring. The Massacre male spoke little, aware that the lessons he had engaged in to improve his sociability, were a distraction he did not intend to indulge in now. What Aidan had noticed though, was that Silas’s lessons hade made it simpler to spot emotional ques, doubtless things that many others were aware of with little thought. One thing Aidan little practice with however, was watching.

So now, no longer a loner, part a part of something larger, Aidan moved with the raiding party, slightly behind and to one side, not concealed, merely unimpressive. The Massacre male felt the adrenaline, acknowledged its power in combat, but also knew it often made others act too swiftly, much of what the Henchman had learned was about self-awareness. As their party was confronted by their targets, the Erilaz’s words that capture was their goal, echoed. Aidan’s ears twitched as the two sides spoke, but he already sensed there would be conflict. His hackles began to rise as the female walked towards them and as her sword glinted against the fire’s light, the moment seem to crystallise. Details of the snapshot came into sharp focus, so clear that Aidan felt he could almost taste the future paths. The loud clang of swords, shattered the moment though, and time rushed in. Aidan’s eyes were drawn behind the female to a streak of silver, the progress of which, was halted by a shadow. The silver form resolved into a Secui shaped Luperci, and while he was not intimately familiar with the Emissary, the manner in which the shadow moved held similarities. Sparing a glance for the other small battles, Aidan broke off from their group, determined to help his superior.

The Massacre male did not run, knowing that such an act may well trigger any lupercis’ chase instinct, instead he chose a more circuitous route, moving with purpose, but doing his best not to trigger focus of combatants. As Aidan moved, his grey eyed gaze watched his target and pack mate, looking for an advantage in their opponent’s defences. The silvery secui was large, and Aidan was aware that his martial skills lay in speed, while he might have been strong, he knew he would seldom succeed were he caught. As he neared the two, Aidan’s plan was to split focus, getting behind the Luperci would take too long, but aiming for an exposed side and then attempting to circle back, may well force the secui to back away, as they attempted to keep both himself and his superior in its eyeline.

Finally, in position, Aidan paused for a heartbeat, and struck. The Henchman scored a long, but shallow gash across the secui’s side, and it was only his speed that kept him from receiving a reprisal from jaws that missed by inches.
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POSTED: Mon Nov 18, 2019 6:30 pm

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OOC: +500 words.

Silas must have looked so out of place, walking and standing along with the other ranked members. Probably the most surprising to him was being along with the Erilaz. When it came to deciding who would be dealing with each of the camps that had been reported back to Salsola, each leader was chosen to head a group in going to each of these. Considering the second in command's lack of faith in the servant as a competent fighter, it was a wonder why he was not chosen to go along with the Boss.

Perhaps the Emissary had something to do with that, seeing as she had come along with the Erilaz. Perhaps it was a good word in from her that made him come along. She knew just what he was capable of after all.

Daggers rested along at the servant's side, following the group as they came upon the camp. The leader had turned on them again, regarding their purpose here. They were to capture the members, but that was easier said than done. Considering there was a fair size of them present, there was no way this was going to be a peaceful confrontation.

They came as a whole, and as expected, the Erilaz and the seeming leader of this small group were not coming to any kind of agreement. It was a bit strange though. Was it a lie that the Outsider was disregarding any of the claims that had been made? She had even cut the Erilaz off mid sentence to try and make some sense of what he was saying. Ears pinned back slightly. Was he the only one that had noticed this? Whether he had or not, it didn't matter, he had his own orders to follow.

When things began to escalate, the servant had been ready to join the Emissary at her side, but something caught the corner of his eye. There were those that had begun to take the other option of fleeing from the encounter, one of these being a woman, a bundle in her arms. Ears pinned back as he noticed her face when she turned her head over to see if she was being followed.

Julia.

She looked so much like her, and the small visible body in her arms, she had a child with her. Images of Julia and his own daughter flashed in his head. If anyone else here were to get their hands on them, there was sure not to be any mercy for them. This was his chance, and his opening. Before anyone could get the chance to start giving chase, the silent male picked up the pace, following after her.

Knowing now that there was someone coming, he ran faster. He couldn't give this up. The one time that a voice would be useful and he didn't have one.

It didn't take long to catch up to her. Grabbing her had startled her, but caused her to begin to fall forward. Taking the attacker with her, the pup fell from her arms, landing a few paces in front of them. Eyes bore on her child, "Run Morrow!"

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POSTED: Wed Nov 20, 2019 1:59 pm

Igor has jumped to aid Jaketta! He is speaking Russian, while Patina is speaking French.

He was stronger than her, but she was no amateur – her skill became apparent to O'Riley in the first seconds of their fight.

In the foggy morning the sounds of combat rose all around him. He felt Kamari arrive behind him, and heard a painful series of brays from the big Secui dog trying to reach him. There was a secondary, larger shape moving behind him.

Trust was paramount to their success as a unit. O'Riley could trust those he had chosen the same way he trusted their information was valid.

He knew the truth, after all.

Further out in the fog, Igor lunged for a pretty woman running from one of their own. He yelled at her – a crude, hostile jeer in his native tongue – and she balked. Tenet! The silvery dog screamed, doubling back to the sounds of combat. She was faster than Igor, who could not catch her despite his pursuit, but the turnaround had cost her time.

O'Riley heard her shrieking, just as he heard the other woman calling for her child.

Their mother heard them too, and the fury which rose in her was enough to break through O'Riley's defense. Her forceful slash cut through the leather armor and reached his skin. He felt the heat of the wound spread from his shoulder and through his arm.

From the moment she had recognized him, her death had been assured. The fact she had wounded him gave O'Riley reason to be cruel in his delivery of such a fate.

Their blades came together again. He slashed a bloody line across her thigh. She went for his wounded arm again but missed. During this exchange O'Riley freed a hand and came close enough to score bloody scratches across her neck. The nonfatal wound was not deep enough to slow her down, but it seemed to have shaken her confidence – though from the sounds of things, the reality of her situation was becoming terrible.

She fought him anyway, desperate, furious, barking at the bigger wolfdog as if raising her voice might give her strength. You beast! You savages!

Metal hit metal again. O'Riley felt the cold air against his exposed wound. It infuriated him.

When they broke apart once more, he did not give her time to recover. His greater strength overwhelmed her and she stumbled backwards towards the fire.

Everybody hit the ground
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POSTED: Sat Nov 23, 2019 3:36 pm

(+425)

Sorry for the wait! Was super busy the past few days!

TL;DR: Kamari lands a palm strike to Ingress’ chin and a punch to his throat. When she goes for a punch to his skull, Ingress clamps down on her armored forearm. Aidan slashes Ingress’ side, who retaliates but misses. Ingress turns to go after Aidan now.

Draiko, feel free to do whatever you want with Ingress towards Aidan to make things fun for you! Kamari will be attempting to immobilize or otherwise just harass Ingress.

The palm strike struck true, and the snarl that rippled from the dog’s maw was silenced as his teeth smacked together, catching his own tongue between them. Kamari continued with her low profile advance, twisting her hips and keeping her upper torso level. With her knife hand, she brought her fist to the male’s exposed throat. She needed to immobilize him. Orders were for a live capture, and, for such a large and aggressive male, he would likely require a little more persuasion than the others.

He let out a strangled, yelp-turned-choke from her assault. The male staggered, and the fingers of her free hand curled into a fist. She aimed to punch downward to further rattle his composure and brain. He reacted instinctively though, snapping at her with huge, yellowed teeth. His wildly thrown action caught her forearm, his canines digging firmly into the leather of her bracer. He squeezed as he felt something physical in his mouth, and Kamari was certain that his teeth marks would be permanently engraved in the material. Had she not had the forethought to wear the piece of armor, she was sure she would have had a new assortment of scars.

She dug her feet in, widened her stance, anticipating that the Secui dog would shake her like a ragdoll once his brain caught up with the advantage he’d suddenly had on her. Her knife was poised to strike, to defend herself, when she registered another figure appear next to them. Cornflower blue eyes quickly flicked towards the individual, and was relieved to see it was a Salsolan and not an Outsider.

Aidan struck out, his knife carving up a long, healthy slice up the dog’s exposed side. It was enough to get the male to release her in an instant, a yelping snarl tumbling out from his lips as he turned, snapping viciously at his new assailant. The dog charged the Henchman with hair raised and tail flagged.

Kamari moved to pursue. The male was huge, and would be difficult to subdue so long as he was still as mobile as he was. They would need to cut him down or knock him unconscious if they were to take the man prisoner like the Mafiosi wanted. So, her knife was poised, her eyes searching for the opportunity to either slash the Secui’s leg tendons or harass and distract him enough that the stronger Aidan could wrestle the dog into submission or otherwise immobilize him until Igor could bring some rope.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 26, 2019 6:10 pm

Aidan nimbly avoided the secui’s retaliatory strike. However, now their opponent seemed intent upon him. The sight of how this dog had clamped its jaws around the Emissary, reinforced in the Massacre male’s mind, that to be caught, was to lose this fight. The secui form was heavier and more well muscled. Aidan still felt nothing however, even in the face of the hulking form, with yellowed teeth bared and rage filled, hateful eyes glowering at him. For a moment he wished he felt fear, perhaps if he did it would make him a greater fighter? But then perhaps not. Aidan had seen many stupid decisions made because of what must have been fear.

Blood on the secui’s side, seeped into its fur, matting the pelt and staining the silver a murky grey. The wound might bleed a lot, but it wouldn’t kill the Luperci. His opponents blood upon his knife, sang to Aidan, a further peculiarity perhaps. The edge and point were stained crimson, and Aidan raised it to his muzzle, lapping at it, and feeling the taste of his enemy flood him. The blood of Luperci was like nothing else, and for an instant Aidan felt his heartbeat quicken and it had nothing to do with the adrenaline.

”Wait!” Aidan commanded in his flat, implacable tone, and surprisingly, something held the secui back, at least for a moment. ”My superiors don’t wish you dead, simply captured.” Of course, in hindsight the last part of the monologue had perhaps been inadvisable, but the spell was broken, a growl ripped from the throat of secui and it leapt forward at Aidan.

The contrast was stark. The silvery secui fought with passion, driven by anger at the intrusion to their home. Aidan, fought with a cold detachment, as though he were simply practising the motions of a dance. Every time the dog’s jaws closed, Aidan was no longer there, but had enough time to deliver another cut and open another wound. It wasn’t that the Massacre male was being cruel or toying with the dog, but speed necessitated movement, and the Henchman could ill afford to be caught by dog, and for an instant, it appeared the dog might. The Henchman appeared to slip, without hesitation the secui extended vicious claws and swiped. Aidan’s speed was prodigious, and his manoeuvre ostentatious. He threw himself to one side, twisting and landing on one hand, pushing backwards with his feet, so that for a moment, all his weight was passing through that one point of contact with the earth. Pushing on that hand, he propelled himself backwards, returning to his feet. It was quick, but not quite quick enough that the Massacre male avoided a swipe across the leg. If the wound caused any pain though, Aidan’s face did not portray it.
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POSTED: Wed Nov 27, 2019 3:29 pm

[761] • Thanks Igor!

As she ran, a fowl taste settled in her mouth as she thought on her blood, those she'd been born from. Her father was a giant among luperci and his genes had watered down her jackal traits. Jackals were meant to be slender, graceful, and swift creatures. She, was thick bodied with contrasting delicate jackal features, not at all suited for a chase such as this. The gods should have put more consideration into her rebirth in the mortal world. Her lip turned upwards in frustration as she continued to run. Failure was not an option and was the greatest embarrassment Jak could imagine.

Jak could hear the cries, growls, and shouts of her allies and enemies alike. It added a heaviness to the air that Jak refused to allow weigh her down. Nothing else mattered in this moment other than catching and securing her target. She would not give up in her pursuit of the woman, no matter what she heard. Focus was crucial. She would not disappoint The Boss.

In the distance, Jaketta heard the woman shout one of her allies' names. Tenet. She was unsure why until the silver dog doubled back towards where she'd come, back towards her family. Jak pivoted on her toes, drawing her staff as she moved to catch the Outsider who, in her panic, had grown unaware of her original pursuer. Jak used her staff to trip the silver dog, sending her crashing to the hard earth with a loud whine and thud of wood against her shins. Jak threw herself on top of the Outsider as she struggled to break free, growling, shouting, and pushing against her captor's weight. The Tradesman offered a powerful, dominant growl as she used her staff to pin the woman down, but in her struggle was able to turn onto her back. Her arms flailed about, wildly, inflicting several shallow wounds to Jaketta who was growing tired of her childish display. When there was an opening, Jak sent her claws scraping across the woman's face, disturbing her vision and causing her to scream loudly.

Tenet! Tenet!

She continued to call between her snarls. If only you hadn't run. The Outsider continued to snarl, an ugly, unsuitable look for someone so pretty. Quit yelling an accept your fate with grace. This could have been avoided. You'll probably have scars now. The silver dog continued to snarl, even as Jaketta abandoned her staff to grasp the woman's wrists to pin them to the cool earth. Her jaws snapped in retaliation, but nothing came from it other than satisfaction for the Tradesman. Jaketta couldn't help the smirk that crept across her features as she sat above the silver woman.

Jaketta lifted her head to look for Igor, who had come equipped with rope to tie their prisoners. O'Riley had too, but she was sure he was still occupied with the woman that had been first to face them. Even with the Outsider's vision distorted, Jaketta wouldn't risk leaving her until she was secured. Once she was, she could aid the rest of her Family if needed. She also remained alert for the one the silver dog called for relentlessly. Tenet. Surely, she thought this luperci would come to her aid if she continued to call for him. Chances were, he was occupied with another angry Salsolan and unable to help her.

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