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This thread is backdated to August 12th. 300+

A full day had passed since the AniWayans had come in the night and attacked her pack. She had spent all day yesterday checking the state of affairs and contemplating her next move. Her right hand and her niece had been captured by the raiders, and nearly her daughter Parker as well. The anger that seethed inside the Consul could hardly be contained and she had been walking around ever since that night with a look of barely contained hostility. The tribe had attacked them unprovoked and as much as she wanted nothing more than to storm into their lands and pay them back in kind, she knew she had to at least give diplomacy a chance. Clearly this new leader of AniWaya could not be trusted though, and so she went around and gathered a group of her members she knew could hold their own in a fight to accompany her.


The mood of the group of Dreamers was tense to say the least. Nothing like this had ever happened to them and they were outraged at their neighbor's sudden betrayal and violence. Thankfully they were not heading to the tribe empty-handed. Her son Silvano had taken a captive during the raid and the Consul was hoping to exchange the stuttering boy for Anu and Fia's return. A two-to-one exchange may have been unbalanced, but the tribe had started this conflict and if they wished to avoid a war they would take what the Italian was offering. Their actions had been despicable, sneaking into her territory like thieves and cowards to take her members captive. The Marino woman and her pack may have been a peaceful bunch, but AniWaya was poking a sleeping bear.


The alphess had traveled and lead the way to the tribe's borders in her seldom used secui form. Some might have seen it as rude for her to come to a formal audience in that hulking shape, but she did not trust the AniWayans and she wanted to be ready in case a fight broke out. Hard emerald eyes looked to her packmates around her and the captive that was guarded between them and then lifted her muzzle to the sky and let out an unfriendly call demanding to speak with the leader of AniWaya. She then looked out into the territory before her and waited with head and tail held high to announce who she was. They had breached the peace and Savina would not follow courtesy for their sakes.

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Last night was a blur that the dark wolf had desperately wished was a nightmare. Unfortunately, he had to face the fact that life had taken a severe turn for the worse for his family and pack. He had just managed to save his sister by taking out one of the canoes, but the wound on his shoulder was sore and fresh. Someone would pay for this, and while he was a boy who had become gentle in these past few months, a very real beast lingered inside of his body. Blue eyes, a deeper shade than usual due to the hatred burning in them, glared out at the treeline before him.

Huge in his Optime form, Gotham took up point beside his mother. If anyone tried to touch her the boy would see to it that they felt the true fury of the Marino/Sadria line. It was Savina, without a doubt, that had given him this monster; Gotham was, however, well controlled (for the time being). His tousled hair remained undone, his body stiff and unwelcoming. The air here rang of treachery and it made his skin crawl.
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Leon kept pace with the exchange party, moving in his Optime form, Naginata held aloft over his shoulder with the cloth over the blade. The Dreamers had come here in order to retrieve their captured friends, and to return one of Aniwaya's own wolves, and every one of his pack present were tense. Savina, for example, was seething with barely bridled fury, as was her son, who walked beside her. and he could not blame either of them. His own hackles were raised in anticipation of what was to come. He had been in one actual battle, one on a larger scale than the raid last night. He was not going to watch that happen again.


The Timber adjusted his left arm, trying to get it to sit comfortably in its sling. Though he still had full motion and strength, the medic had instructed him to keep the limb in the sling when possible, so as not to rip the stitches, and he was willing to oblige... for now. Once they met up with Aniwaya's leader though...


He cut off his thoughts when he saw Savina stop, knowing they had arrived. He looked side long at their prisoner, a stuttering male, who had gotten himself lost deep in their home. The man didn't strike Leon as aggressive, and had seemed out of place among the other raiders, as if he had simply been swept in with the tide. The Timber scoffed and turned his head back to the front of the group, moving himself to stand just behind Savina and Gotham, and a little to their left. He then lifted his arm out of the sling and removed the cloth from the Naginata's blade, tying it to his left forearm. With that, the man let his eyes drain of emotion and stood there with a stoic expression on his face as they waited for the welcoming committee.


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Hope I'm not breaking post order, but had time to post only now! Smile
Sikyatavo is visible.


They called for him, and he rose from his seat in the Town Hall with a smile. So, they had come to demand what was rightfully theirs, yes? Well, they had taken some of his, and he had taken some of theirs; it was justice and balance, the only true kind. But, he would face this... Marino, or whatever the scouts had told him her name was. The bunch of inbreeds and broken families could hardly dent the shield of his strong Guardians. Exiting the Town Hall, he called out for Wematin, and as soon as he held the male's gaze motioned for him to follow, bringing some Guardians with him. The femme, the leader of the misfits, she would not be dumb enough to come alone - and neither would he. He walked the distance on foot with ease, taking his time. Sikyatavo hopped easily at his side, always in front and eagerly spying ahead as if looking for treasure. The Hare's eyes held a furious spark these days, and Maska was glad to please his Spirit Guide.


When they arrived, there were many of them. The Marino was easy to pick out, as she appeared fiercely dominant with no respect for whose land she tread. Maska simply miled at her hostility, knowing full well that his Guardians (and himself) mirrored her exact pose. He had full confidence that they could throw the whole lot of filth off his lands if they were pushed to do so. Still, he said nothing, but waited for her to lash out at him. When she did, he could see his warriors in action, and it would be glorious. Sikyatavo bristled with anger.


He waited.


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OOC:Yay for posting while babysitting sleeping children!
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The dark Knight had always been a deeply protective and sensitive soul. He was as gentle as a giant could be most days but everyone in Crimson Dreams knew that he had a temper to match that of their alphess. Much like Savina the warrior held a hot fire in his belly for those dear to him. In an instant he would put his life up in order to save a pack mate or a member of his family and that was perhaps the very reason he was so focused right now. He had been asked to accompany his Marino Queen to Aniwaya in order to talk business with the leaders who had demanded the attack on his homelands and now he found himself moving with a small group of Dreamers, his lightning eyes glaring with an intense need for revenge.


The attackers had not only stolen away his long time dear friend and leader Anu but they had dared take his youngest daughter. He had searched the pack lands after the raid in desperation for her small snowy figure but had tracked her scent to the land separating the Tribe from his own boarders. The father would normally blame himself for this horrible offense to Crimson Dreams. He was a Knight and was suppose to be a warrior; a protector and he had failed his own family. But he wouldn’t dare allow himself this thought today. No, today Jazper Rhiannon-Knight went to war and would tear the throats of every wolf that dared to stand between him and his baby girl.


As the moved towards the Tribe on all fours Jazper took to Savina’s side giving the group an fierce appearance to have two halflings in the center of the group. He glanced at Gotham a moment only to recall that it had been himself who had introduce the coal boy to the world of swords when he was a pup. He was quite a bit larger than Savina who was average in mass and built slender for speed though he would never pick a fight with the women having been on the receiving side of her rage before. There was a bandage wrapped around the warriors left shoulder from a bite wound he had received from the leader of the raid but four thick scars ran down his opposite shoulder and wrapped under his body proving that a bite would not slow down the protector.


He stood still as Savina called to the Tribe, his chest puffed out and the fur already standing up on the back of his neck. Although his leader had requested he contain his emotions while she handled things diplomatically Jazper did not trust these new Tribesmen in the slightest and his body language screamed that he was ready to attack at the sign from Savina. He was like a caged lion wild at heart and ready for the fight. Deep down in his heart he wished that the man who had taken Anu, the man he had fought in their lands, would appear before him so he could smirk at the matching wound he had left in his opponents left shoulder with a dagger. But mostly he wished the man would show up so he may enjoy taking away the masked mans life. However when a light colored man approached them the warrior could not help but to hold his gaze at the man, knowing him to be the leader by his stance, and had to force himself to hold back a nasty snarl.



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The return to his 'home' was all bitter and not at all sweet. He was outraged that the place to where they would return him was one to which he did not wish to return. He never wanted to see AniWaya again, but that being said, he also never wanted to set foot into Crimson Dreams territory again, either. He understood why the wolf had tied him up and held him captive, but it still hurt. What hurt even more was knowing that his tribe was responsible for it. AniWaya, the tribe that so very much believed in communion with the spirits, had hurt another pack. The scent of blood had been thick in the hair by the end of the night.

Claudius walked with his head bowed and his hands clasped together in front of him. He had not been allowed to shift out of his optime form all night and that had continued to today. Although he was normally quite comfortable in his bipedal form, walking all the way from Crimson Dreams had been painful and difficult for him with his loss of balance. But now that they had returned, it hurt even more.

The dark-furred leader woman walked at the front of the group in a large secui form. The whole way here, her body had radiated with anger; her son’s, too. Claudius was guessing that the blue-eyed male who followed her so closely had to be her son, given their similar scents and obvious physical likeness. Like his mother, he walked – all anger.

When they arrived at the borders, the leader woman called out for Maska. He arrived, soon enough, just as displeased as the others. Claudius shivered and took a step back. He didn’t want to be here at all. He flattened his ears and pulled his arms in closer to himself, wishing it could all be over right now. But wishes weren’t reality and he was still tied up; the sacrificial lamb.


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Parley...parley...parley wanna cracker? :3 *gets brained for pun* Wematin won't mention Thel, Shadi, or Nahele in this post--since I don't quite know how everyone's coming in XD--but it's written ambiguously enough that those three can come immediately as if they followed anyway Tongue


Wematin knew what was coming when he heard the call at their border, and needed no further prompting than Maska's look to get to it when he came to his master's own call. With him he gathered the four outsider Guardians immediately--Wisteria, Will, Lanna, and Armis--and trusted his other colleagues to follow, as they had certainly not gone without hearing the call of the Dreamer alpha or Maska. Of course he knew why they were there--beyond the raid for the Utinas, that is. The deep cut on his left shoulder was properly wrapped and medicated by the tribe's healer, and although it still ached, Wematin felt no need for revenge or held a grudge. Odd, considering the injury. But that was just the man Wematin was. Even when he arrived at the scene with his master and saw the black wolf--the two of them standing in full optime now, wearing matching battle-wounds--he did not betray his deep hatred for these barbarians and accomplices to traitors; there was no order to attack, no order to act on his innate instincts to defend and fight...yet.


Sadly, Wematin found that their numbers had been cut down by one the previous night. Jaeger had fallen to an arrow, and yet, the man's life meant nothing to Wematin. Sure, he respected the wolf for dying in the action of his duty--a respectable death--but he never knew or cared to know the loner-turned-Guardian, and only thought now, after his demise, that honor had been found upon him by his admittedly failed performance in the raid. But back to the present, he returned the icy cold and furious stares of the Dreamers with one of stone and fiery eyes. The black one knew how tough he could be...but they hadn't seen what he could do if his master was threatened.


Guardian walks. Guardian thinks.


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ooc: parlay? och, we'll be safe on the pirate ship then. /babble
geya = nonvisible. I'm assuming that Wematin is standing next to Maska? Quick note for those that need/would like to know: Shadi has a large injury on her face that starts in the middle of her forhead, goes over her left eye (the now blind one) and goes all the way down the bottom of her muzzle and stops at her chin, happily supplied by Leonard ^^

Shadi, true to form, followed immediately upon hearing the call from the enemy leader, and then more urgently upon hearing from Maska. Despite her lack of an eye and the majority of her face being bandaged, she was still fast and could easily navigate to the border, right behind Wematin. Geya followed her as quickly as she could, almost trodding on Shadi's cloak as she followed and not caring at all what the wolf would do.
Upon reaching the scene of confrontation, the ashen wolfess stood on the other side of Maska, opposite of Wematin. Geya stared at the other wolves and bristled as she watched them, looking for any sign of aggression. Her own eyes roving about the band, Shadi smirked slightly upon seeing Claudius. It figured that the stuttering fool would be captured by an enemy pack.
Her face hidden by her cloak, the woman let her eyes drift off of the fool and onto the dangerous members of the party. The leader, showing no respect to Maska. Another one that looked to be related to her. A large man that had a sunburst around his eye and.... Him. Shadi pushed back the hood of her cloak and stared openly at the man who had probably taken away her livesake. The bandages all on her face shone a clean white against her ashen fur, but for the few spots of blood around her eye.
If she never saw a bladed stick again, she'd be happy, but she focused on the matter at hand. Maska was being confronted by the leader and much of the strength of an enemy pack, and Shadi would give everything she had to protect him and this... Fairly sad excuse of a tribe. It was her home now, and she'd be damned if someone took her home away from her without a vicious fight.
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Figured post order would be somewhat non-existant XD;

It did not take long for whom she assumed must be the new leader of AniWaya to appear with the grunts he had sent to invade her land. All of her own showed injuries from the other night's raid, but her Dreamers had given as good as they got from the look of the wolves that fanned out to either side of the green-painted man. This Maska was certainly not what she had been expecting, she thought with a disgusted look crossing her face. She had imagined some bloodthirsty strongman hungry for conflict, not this sickly looking whiff of a canine. He would send the strong ones out to do his dirty work it seemed, and to the Consul that was simply pathetic. She would fight with her members, even though she was not a warrior by nature. This man would likely faint if he ever saw his own blood staining his coat.


He said nothing as he arrived and the woman's pupils contracted in anger, her hackles bristled. "So, nothing to say, have you? After you broke the long peace between your pack and mine by sending your shadows into my lands like a bunch of cravens in the night?" Cowards were what they all were in her mind. An honorable wolf and leader would have come to speak with her before resorting to such an unseemly trick.

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Sounds fair! ;D

If Sikyatavo could have, he might have laughed. Well, he could laugh, but they'd not likely understand it. Instead, he stood alert and waited for his wolf's new move, curious. Maska had shown much progress the past few moons. He had risen with dignity and with faith in the old ways, and Sikaytavo knew that they were leading the tribe onto better paths. It might not seem that way to its members, but the councilman was a blessing to them. Perhaps they would see in time.


"A craven would not have faced you, would he? I could simply have sent my warriors and be rid of you all. Yet, I came." he suppressed the urge to snicker. "You have something of mine, and I demand it back." He spoke with a firm voice, and could formerly feel the pleasure from his Guide as the Hare stood by his feet, long ears pointed sharply into the air. His own cloak was caught by the wind for a moment and he raised one hand to clasp it together, waiting for the leader's answer. Surely, she could see that she barely had a choice.



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Savina snorted at the green man's words. Was he deaf? She had not called him the craven, but his little dogs that surrounded him. Though admittedly she did think this Maska was a coward. If he was a true leader he would lead his people into battle, not simply dictate from the safety of his own home. That was weakness. These goons might obey him, but the rest of the tribe would not put their lives on the line for a man who would not return them that same courtesy. She would certainly not expect it of her Dreamers. "An honorable wolf would have sought an audience with another leader before resorting to unnecessary violence and trespass." And if you had sent your warriors not all might have returned, she thought, but left unsaid. He seemed to think they would be easily cowed. If that was so, it was another grave mistake.


"You may have him back, after you return my own to me." She had no use for the stuttering wolf behind her, all she wanted was Anu and Fia's safe return. That, and an assurance that this disgraceful excuse for a leader would leave her pack alone. Otherwise there would be blood and there would be no one to blame but himself. Let his tribe know he had started a conflict with impudence.

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It was hard to reply to! I made so Anu&Fia can appear, if you want to! Powerplay Guardians at will Big Grin

He had managed to keep himself from smiling at her until now, until she spoke with such foolishness. The councilman glanced at Claudius as he for a moment contemplated her words. Really? Did she think he would give up her precious darlings for that one? The male she had captured was worth but a mere fingernail of the Marino's precious Anu - he had learned of the femme's status rather quickly. Anu was his ace, and the other one was apparently the leader's niece - Savina held weak cards and she knew it. Maska was no fool, though, and so did not voice the thoughts that played in his mind. Many of the AniWayans were still fiercely loyal to their old "tribe", and Maska would not offend the Aston male by naming him worthless in front of them all. Councilman Ahote had not come as far as he had by being foolish or proud. Clearly, the same could not be said of this Marino tramp. Besides, Maska could vaguely remember that Claudius had supported him in their most recent meeting. Clearly, he was not completely dim-witted.


He did, however, smile. "Unneccessary?" He said slowly and with curiosity. Clearly, this neighbor was not schooled in the way of AniWayans, and her lack of understanding was serving him well. "We came seeking something else. A certain hybrid mother and her pups reside with you. Bring them back to us from the claws of the Utina kidnapper, and perhaps your own will be returned to you." Lifting an arm, he signalled for his Guardians to bring the prisoners. Perhaps the Marino woman would realize her position if she saw - and counted - their faces.



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Fia was terrified for her life. She had never been so scared. She had fought, trying to get free from them, only causing her struggles to result to more fear and pain. She was in her petite two legged form, her arms being held tightly against her will. The moment she had been captured she had tried screaming out for help, kicking and punching, struggling to get free. But the one eyed woman had threatened to kill her. Over the time she was captured, she had thought of escape routes. But even if she tried, she most likely would've been killed.


The fae had wondered why her pack had not come to rescue her and the other one whom Fia did not know. Fia had felt even more depressed by the fact that neither her mother or father had come. She was still a teen, so she didn't quite understand why they couldn't have came and rescued her. She didn't understand the dangers and how complicated the situation was. "Get up you worthless piece of fur" The guard had spit at her. Wearily standing up, the fae struggled to remain standing, nonetheless walk. The guards held Fia by the arms and the scruff of her neck tightly. Rope imprints where on her wrists, the fur around her hand flattened by the tough rope. Her beautiful plush soft fur was matted and brown with distress. The beaten-up teen had given up on fighting, as she was fed little food therefore she had no energy. She barely had enough to remain conscious. Her ears drooped down the sides of her face, her head hung low. Fia had no idea where they where going, until when her dark tear-stricken face looked up to see her family standing there. She looked into her father's eyes with questions, disbelief, confusion. Suddenly something hit her heart, making her droop her head back down again, shaking her head gently. Why not had her mother come? Where was she? Did she even care that her daughter had been held captive?! The confused fae shook her head over and over again, as if trying to get the questions to leave from her confused mind.


Why had things had to go this direction? Why did the Aniwayan's suddenly attack? What did they want? Fia felt as if she would explode into a trillion questions. But yet, her voice was long gone. Her skinny body trembled underneath the grip of the guards, her arms felt weak. Lifting a paw up she began scratching at the guard's tight grip pathetically, a warning snarl emitting from his maw. "Let go!" She rasped , trying to twist free. The guard tightened his grip on both her arms and her neck and yanked hard, a weak yelp escaping her maw. Dropping her arms down to her sides she gave up and stared at the ground, a blank expression on her face.

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The rope around her neck had worn the skin raw. It had thinned from age and the bite of the woven fibers caused pain at every turn. Her head pounded from the strike that had caused her to leave the world of the conscious and sleep while her captives had taken her from her home. When she had awoken the female hadn't known where she was, but as she collected her thoughts she had come to realize that she was a prisoner of a war that her decision had started.


The beast that watched over her, a silent partner in her captivity, tugged at the leash that the length of free rope created. Harshly the bite was felt and the wolf rose to her paws, bound with a stumbling length between them, and struggled to keep up without feeling the pain of her collar. Blue eyes watched the ground, thoughts steadfast in the effort to keep herself from being dragged along the path. But she was not alone, the sight of the small youth made her heart break further. Though words of comfort for the younger wolfess did not come, her throat raw from lack of water and the rope that threatened to choke her.


She frantically wondered if they had tried to hurt Fia, beyond the binding and the rough treatment. Anu could hardly imagine the fear she must feel, for the Leader was panicked herself. She did not trust any of the beasts that she had come into contact, but her life was less valuable then the girl's. Her's was worn and used up. Fia had too many years ahead of her. Anu prayed for her not to fight, not to anger them.

She felt the snap of the rope, her thoughts returning painfully to the present and her paws fell out from beneath her as the Guardian pulled her light weight form from behind him. Anu stumbled forward, leash freed from his hand, and fell to the ground. Her head pounded relentlessly now, her sight dotted and she blinked to retrieve clarity. She lay on the dirt, her breathing and gaze the only thing that might show the life inside her beaten form. He retrieved the cord and pulled her again, back into line with the others, the bite of the twisted rope eating at her neck and throat. Paws scraped at the ground as she tried to alleviate the pressure of those teeth, but she could not regain her balance.

Eyes could not see them, blind from the pain and weak from the night before. Her heart pounded with the beating pain of her head. But Anu knew Savina had come. She knew that her alphess would not give up until the Dreamers were reunited with their family. The woman was weak, weaker in this moment then she had as the walked from their prison. And all she wished was for them to return home. She couldn't bare to die here.

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OOC here!


Leon stood easily, his pole arm gripped tightly in his right hand. He allowed his eyes to wander over the southern wolves, his expression remaining neutral, even as looked upon their frail leader. The Timber was disgusted by the thin male, disgusted that such a man could lead a pack, and even more so that the coward hadn’t even led his wolves in the raid. His gaze hardened and he moved along the line but stopped almost immediately, staring at a hooded female standing right beside the robed leader.


He could feel the woman’s eyes glaring straight at him. The hatred was tangible. Leon stared into the shadow of the hood, trying to discern features when the woman pulled the hood back, revealing her bandaged face, which he recognized immediately. His back stiffened, though his expression remained the same as he stared back at her. Cutting out her eye was an act committed for the sake of protecting his home, as angry as he had been. She had gotten too far into Dreamers territory and needed to be stopped. But her obvious disdain for him made him wince mentally as he realized that he had handicapped her for life. He allowed his slight regret to float across his face before disappearing as he heard a pained yelp.


His eyes found the source and he felt his heart sink. The two females Aniwaya had captured were just behind the line of southern wolves, Savina’s niece standing with a broken look on her face, and Anu lay on the ground where she had fallen. Both looked weak and abused, and there were obvious signs of bruising where the collars had been placed. Leon’s face deformed into a fierce snarl, lying ears back, and fully exposing his teeth. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he moved his gaze back to the cowardly leader. His eyes darkened as the thinner male smiled cockly. “Savina…” He ground out between his teeth. “Please… Let me kill that rat…”



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Fingers...swollen...archery...so much fun @_@ (Keme: Not visible)


The black alphess was understandably steaming from the recent raid, but Wematin just did not care. Her terms were outrageous and her attitude worse so--especially those of her companions. There was just no respect in the world anymore. Maska had signaled for the prisoners to be brought forth, but the grey and black man left that to the underling Guardians, not trusting the Councilman to be alone with these...ruffians.


The two were brought forth swiftly, and it was obvious they were worse for ware. They had tried to get information out of them with several methods, but had come up dry no matter what they did. The sight of them obviously distressed the opposing party--although 'distress' might not be such a prudent term as 'enraged'--and one male decided to overstep his bounds. Wematin's normally stoic face contorted into threat as he took a step forward, curving his claws like strong hooks and baring his fangs. If he hadn't taken disrespect from one of the tribe, why in the Great Spirit's name would he take any form of it from an outsider? "You better watch your tongue," he growled out before flicking his gaze to his leader. "Iyuno nihi wili alisgolvdodi ayv, Anasgayv, ayv yelique eluwei nasgiasgaya nigohilvi?" He was sorely hoping Maska would say yes, and not only to support the lacking issue of boundaries, but for...a sort of justice to be done for hurting--and in one case, killing--one of their own.


Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.


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XD

Fia looked over as she saw the other female, battered and torn, looking weaker then ever. Her mind reeled and her stomach lurched, and suddenly she was hunched over, groaning and moaning.The guard snarled, yanking on the rope. Shaking the nauseating feeling off, she closed her dark blue eyes. Both females did not deserve to be treated like this. They had to fight back. One way, or another. Sudden rage pulsed through her veins, feeding into her paws. Her blue eyes flashed open, burning like mini balls of fire. A loud snarl ripped through the air like a lightning bolt and she turned around painfully in the guard's grip, snapping at his hands. She caught him off-gaurd and tore a finger off. Roaring in anger and pain, the guard took the rope and yanked hard, crushing her wind-pipe. The enraged fae took a swipe at his eye, her claw getting stuck in his eye before she fell to the ground. Clawing at the rope, she tugged hard to try and breath. Suddenly the world was spinning, her eyes a daze. She clawed at his bleeding paw pathetically, not even whimpers could escape from her maw. "That's right, now who's boss" The guard snarled, barking with quiet laughter as the fae slowly lost consciousness. The struggling fae's eyesight began to go blurry as hot tears poured down her face. Why...why did this have to happen? Why couldn't they let the two female's go? Closing her eyes, Fia fell limp to the ground, and the guard loosened the rope around her neck. Air flooded into her lungs, but yet, Fia didn't stir as she lay huddled on the floor. The pain ate at her, laying there seemed to ease it slightly, but with every breath came pain. Pain. Where the rope was had made bright pink skin become uncovered.

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Wanted get some more Maska-assholery in before Savina goes monkey seizure Wink

It would appear that some of the Dreamers understood as the prisoners were brought forth. Maska glanced at them, but did not comment and kept his face without emotion. They looked worse than they were, he was certain. He had seen many wounds of war, and never had anyone died from such bruises as the ones they carried, however as one of the Guardians treated the niece harshly, the leader flashed his tooth and corrected him. "Yeliquu. Ayv yeliquu vtla atsisonvnv nasgi." The prisoners would be harmed only at his bidding. As he studied the Dreamers for reactions, he found what he sought, and Siyatavo jumped forward, standing alerted in front of Maska's legs, as one of the Dreamers threatened with death. And now, Maska laughed quietly. How naïve they were. They could not hope to match the awesome force of AniWayan Guardians, but how could they know this? They did not know their neighbors, and Maska enjoyed the uncertainty they displayed. An enemy's uncertainty was a very simple expression of his own power.


One hand traveled in the direction of Wematin as he spoke about the death threatener. How low, what primitive reactions. His palm was facing the Guardian as if telling him to halt. "Nvtsoasesgvna - Galonv Adagatiya, tsvtigohi iyuno ageyv nelisgvi ulvdalesgi. Aseyigi uwagudidisv". Still, Maska was not expecting the Dreamer to back down, but surely she could not be so stupid as to think that she had any cards to play in this game? Maska held two aces against her... whatever the stuttering fool was. She would have to back down. "Do not be foolish," he warned, voice low and his tail high, eyes shooting at at the Dreamers' leader.





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ooc: Sorry for the delay in my reply. I didn’t realize this thread was going on til a few days ago, and I had a busy schedule over the weekend. Future posts won't take so long. Now yay!

IC:

Thel was among the many generic grunts that swarmed around Maska when the Dreamers announced their presence. He drew up rank, standing behind the first line of guards but still just as willing for a fight. At his waist he toted the cruel whip that had become his favorite weapon. It was so effective, so torturous. It brought out a side of Thel he never knew was there.
 
Over the last few weeks of living in AniWaya, Thel had done things he never knew he was capable of. Even as a loner he never thought he would have performed any of these actions, not even out of necessity. But now... something about this place and his station... everything was different.
 
He stood to Maska’s rear-right, arms folded across his barrel chest and watching the parade of Dreamers and they approached. Brown eyes slanted with malice as they began to exchange words, the dark Italian woman trying to spat insults at Maska. Who was she to talk? An elitist like her would have rejected Thel from her ranks, forever damning him to the miserable life of a lone wolf. Maska had believed in him, had given him a home and a power he never knew could be so thrilling…
 
His eyes turned to the movement when the guards dragged in the pathetic hostages. Something about them brought up a primal urge… after the day in the stables, he could never look upon weakness with indifference again. He wanted to punish them for it.
 
He moved closer to the prisoners, nodding to the guards that held them in check. Oh, how he hoped one of them would act out, but judging by their present state there would be no fighting from them. His eyes narrowed and he grumbled his displeasure, his hand moving to the bullwhip out of pure hatred. How he wished he could…
 
And then one of the little bitches acted out.

It happened in a flash, surprisingly fast for the weak little twerp. She lurched, twisted, and there was blood... AniWayan blood. Thel growled and loosened the whip from it's bolt, and with one devilish flick of his arm the thing sluiced the air, it's crack piercing ears as it tore the very wind apart. Whether or not the lash landed on the girl, he wasn't sure, for by the time he drew the thing back for another blow the infidel was unconscious. How sad that she couldn't yell out. How he so wanted to hear the little girl scream just like Shiloh.
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And shit hits the fan! :o 300+

His smirk made her pupils contract even more than they had been moments before. Who did this weak little stick think he was? Did he think her and her pack a bunch of weak fools? "Yes, unnecessary. Perhaps it is a word you do not know," she sneered. Any leader with half a brain in their head would have taken the road of diplomacy before barging in and starting a conflict. Maybe a war was exactly what this sickly rodent king wanted. His speech and manner certainly spoke in that favor. Her suspicions were confirmed by his voice—they had come looking for the family that had fled to the sanctuary of her home. One brow arched above the other at his misguided beliefs however. "Kidnapper? Sciocco, how can a man kidnap his own brood? They sought refuge in my pack. Refuge from you." Savina did not know the family personally, but Anu believed they were worth protecting and that was all the Consul needed to know.


What came next made her heart stall in her chest though, only to be quickly pushed into overdrive with a surge of fresh anger. Anu and Fia were brought forward, clearly abused. Her blood seemed to burn through her veins. How dare they. How dare they. They had taken their own captive, but he had been treated fairly. Her son had questioned him, yes, but he had not been harmed in any physical manner. The same could not be said of these savages. Leonard spoke to her, requested permission to attack. One of the AniWayans was clearly asking to do the same favor even if she couldn't understand the tongue he spoke in. Maska told her not to be foolish, and her acidic gaze connected with his sickly one. "That description applies to you bastardo, not me." Her patience was thin as a film over water.


And then it broke. The smell of blood was in the air as her niece attacked one of her captors and another stepped forward and snapped a whip at the girl. Enough, a dark voice inside commanded. The only warning signs were a bristling of her hackles and a deep growl that grew steadily from her chest. Strong legs propelled the Marino forward with impressive speed and power. She leaped, a fearsome snarl on her face, and took the AniWayan with the whip full in the chest. His body fell hard against the packed earth and she wasted not a moment. Her jaws found his throat and clamped down like a vice. Thick neck arched and she pulled his windpipe free of his body, hot blood spattering her face and chest. Negotiations were over. Now there would only be blood.

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