one mind, any weapon

Soran Aatte · 10-24-2011, 10:18 AM

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Sorry for the wait again, stupid lack of laptop Sad

And how would you like Whitechapel to be killed.

The ebony mother was watching everything around her with careful eyes, there was so much going on, it helped to build the fire of rage that was burning in her chest; she had seen so much injustice in this war, she had seen the warriors of Aniwaya prey on the weaker of the packs, the children most notably, how she loathed them for behaving in such a way. The jet pelted female was furious, her face was in a permanent snarl, lips curled up to reveal sharp pointed teeth. The sling was luckily still holding fast, that was something to be grateful for, her arm was secured, even if the ache was becoming more steady, the smallest movement jarred the healing wound; this was being ignored though, the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins was desensitising her to any physical pain, all she could really feel was the anger and hatred that was boiling and raging within her. The green eyed female watched the lands, giving a nod to the male on the horse, she was pleased that he was here, he seemed to be a competent warrior, Soran knew that she was a capable fighter, but she was wounded and not as competent with the sword as she wished to be, it would be useful having someone who was mounted and able to fight. The dark female pressed her back against Adele's, trying to protect her and keep her safe, she was so young, she seemed rather innocent, she could not bear the idea of the young girl being hurt, she should not be here, war did not seem to suit the girl. Her own daughter was more than capable of protecting herself, but that did not mean that the dark Aedile was not concerned for her, her eyes kept moving to the dark girl, watching her, praying silently that she would not be hurt, the dark mother could not bear losing another child, that would more than likely be the final straw for her sanity, there had been many terrible events in her life, but losing a child was a pain that was so strong she was not sure that she could bear it again. The guardian went to lunge at Rain and Soran let out a fierce growl, turning so that she was facing her, but a brown female cut the guardian's leap short, it seemed that there were many fighting against the cruel oppressor. The female spoke and Soran smiled softly for a moment.
"I'm fine, are you alright?" The lady asked, looking at the female for a moment before her attention turned to the female guardian.

The guardian lunged again and Soran was about to jump to defend her daughter, but the girl surprised her, kicking the guardian in the jaw with considerable force, it seemed that Dayna had taught her well; this was something that the dark Aedile was grateful to her former mate for, despite their differences she had set Soran's children up for survival. The dark female let out a loud growl, watching her daughter and the female guardian fight, she did not know whether or not to intervene, the sable mother was torn, her daughter was more than capable, but she had the motherly instinct to protect her child. The girl was fighting impressively, Soran watched her, uncertain whether or not to join the fight and help her daughter. At this moment Rain was knocked to the floor, clearly stunned, Soran was about to wade in and help her dark daughter, but at that moment a large dark male leapt at the strange female that had helped the females out. She snarled and lunged at the male, swinging the sword, aiming to slice into his arm, the hatred that she had been feeling now reaching a fever pitch.

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