All War is Deception.

Ralla · 10-17-2011, 08:59 PM

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Ralla plans on having the fire-staff hit Chayton on the head before she comes about and smacks him again in the side--you can choose what hits/what does not hit :3 (Nootau: Visible)

Coming a bit further off than the rest of the war party, Ralla kept her distance so that she might remain undetected amongst the chaos, however brightly her torch burned in the shadows. She knew that she was perhaps spotted once or twice, but the fire was her best weapon, and everyone else seemed too occupied (or too unaware that she was not on their side) too take notice of her as she hurried off, intent on finding her daughter. She knew that Leon and a few others who had previously shared her home with her were mixed in with the Dreamers and Court canines, and finding them would certainly be a blessing: Strength in numbers, as they said.

Even in all the chaos and mixed scents, Ralla was able to pick up her daughter's unique smell and track it. Soon, everything around her was a mighty mess--screams, growls, messes of blood and the scent of rage--but she continued to run through the woods, following Nootau as the barn owl took the lead, taking her to where she was needed. It seemed as though she were just in time: Not a few yards away, Ralla could see the white pelt of Ayasha running through, and then behind her a shadowy figure that she recognized as a nameless goon--she had not the thought or care to name half of Maska's Guardians--who seemed quite intent on a target: Ayasha. All at once a rage--a motherly protection--burst forth from inside Ralla, and the man's only warning to her interference was the faint sound of her paws scraping over the crunchy layer of leaves beneath--drowned out by the cries of war all around--and Nootau's high-pitched screech. She leaped forward in a mighty jump, swinging her flaming staff above her head as she brought it down to where the Guardian's head was, aiming to stun and burn him. When she had finished that move she came to stand in-between him and her daughter in a defensive stance, fangs bared in a display of aggression that she had never shown before, as she brandished the fire staff before her as a barrier.

"Nihi wili nasginigesvna uha nasgiageyv!" she cried as she moved forward with all the grace and speed that her fire-dancing had afforded her to strike the man again. She could not explain the anger that she felt inside other than a pent-up resentment for all the pain that Maska and the Guardians had caused, and though violence had always been the furthest thing from the mother's mind, she found that having her family so close to death brought about a change in heart, at least as to how she would perform defensively.

The time for passive defense was far over; it was time, as she had promised, to unleash the fire within AniWaya.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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