Illuminate the Forest Like the Sun
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OOC: The goal for AniWayans in this thread is to pillage the CD territory--even lighting some buildings on fire if possible--in search of the Utinas. With permission from the leadership or select individuals, loot may also be taken. The post order must be alternating (i.e., CD, AW, CD, AW, etc.) in order to keep it fair for all, but you need not adhere to a specific posting order other than that.

It was time.

The canoes that they had made were well-built, but they were lucky that there had already been three in the storage for use, what with all the extra wolves and space they would need. There were only two or three wolves to a canoe, and going down the broad river by the light of the stars was perhaps the easiest thing that needed to be done, since the river's sloshing waves covered any sounds of the oars dipping in and out of the water. At the head sat Wematin, brown eyes scanning for any movement. At his signal they would dock the canoes and prepare their weapons, and then...oh, then the fun would begin.

In the canoe with him was Shadi, who paddled on the right as another--a new wolf named Armis--did the left, and, spotting no one, Wematin raised his hand and threw it forward. At once the canoes swept for the edge of the river, and everyone disembarked. Some brought spears, others bows, and some knives. But everyone also carried a torch and a tinder set, and would await his own to be lit. He bet that the Crimson Dreamers never expected intruders by the river, and when all was said and done, they could get away faster because of their cunning. Everyone knew their objectives--find the Utinas and make sure the Crimson Dreamers could not retaliate later--and so with a stern, final look, Wematin struck his tinder set to the torch and began to run into the territory, knife wielded in the other hand. Everyone was expected to follow suit, and to prove his point, Wematin ran his torch along the dry grass--that which was perfect for burning in the hot summer air--and set it ablaze. Soon that fire crept along the other spots of dry grass and then crawled its way up the surrounding trees--a prelude to the inferno that would eventually consume any unfortunate buildings and those who were trapped inside. While those behind him followed his example--some even hollering battle cries as their stealth was no longer important--Wematin had a far greater purpose given to him, and he would gladly cut down anyone in his way if presented.

All hell was about to break loose.


Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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Ohhh... DRAMA!!! XD WC: 580

Soran had been walking around for some time, she had been out on a late hunt, catching the slow fat rabbits that were hazy with sleep, now she was walking back towards the house, several furry bodies slung across her shoulder, she had found a knife in the house which she had tucked into her bag strap as she walked. It was a bright night, pleasant in it's coolness, she was not a wolf who liked to be too warm, in fact her black pelt made the heat of the day stifling and unbearable to the ebony female. But now in the cool of the night she could walk freely, her mane was braided down her back tonight, secured with several straps of leather at the base of the plait, her strides were long and silent, her green eyes roved the lands, using her mental mapping skills to correct her route back to the manor, she was very rarely lost, her memory being too good for that, but in the dimness of night, sometimes the lands looked very different to how they would during the day, she was enjoying her time here, it was nice to be home once again, her family around her, a potential love interest on the horizon, for once she was feeling good about the prospect of staying here this time, she was going to make this her permanent home. Little did she know that the quiet was about to be ruined for her.

All of a sudden, ahead of her, towards the river a flash of light sparked, a flame, there were strangers in the lands, and they had torches! One large one suddenly struck the ground, the grass going up like the dry kindling it was. The lady's heart leapt into her throat, her eyes darkening, they were on her lands... They were attacking the lands where she lived, where her pack lived, where her family lived. How dare they! Suddenly the night air was full of battle cries, the lady flung down the rabbit carcasses, they were unimportant now. Her first thought was of Mati, her granddaughter would be asleep in the manor, if these wolves intended to light the entire lands aflame they could be caught and killed trapped in the old wooden house. The sable lady pulled the knife from her bag strap, holding it tightly for protection, she had killed before in self defence and would not be against doing it again, especially when it came to protecting her friends and her granddaughter. She raised her dark head to the sky and let out a series of long warning cries, the sound of them echoing around the lands, this was no time for stealth. The dark female then took of running, charging towards the Manor house as fast as her long strides would take her. Howling the warning periodically as she went, she needed to wake the house up, she needed to warn them. She had already lost one home and many loved ones to a terrible fire, she would be damned if it was going to happen again. Her grandchildren were born in that house, it would not be eradicated without a fight. And so the fae ran, not stopping for anything, bounding across the lands, she would wake everyone and warn them. Not caring for her own saftey now, she had a knife and her wits, she simply charged towards the house, not looking back at the invaders.

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WC: 333
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[/html]Claudius had been agitated and uncomfortable for the entire canoe ride to the Crimson Dreams territory. Maska had not taken him up his offer to scout the territory ahead, so had had been forced to go along with the plan as if he agreed with it. He could not believe he was doing this, but he knew that even in the midst of battle, he might be able to cause enough chaos to ensure that the Utinas were not captured. He did not want to think of what Maska and his goons would do to them if they were caught, and so, Claudius was determined to help him however he could.

When the debarked the canoes, Wematin quickly took to lighting a fire and then spread it on the nearby grass. Claudius jumped when the fire sparked and leapt and flinched out of the way for fear that his fur would catch fire. He was not as confident in his secui form as his others, but he knew this would be necessary for speed.

He quickly moved into the territory and noticed a black wolf speeding away deep into the packlands. Perfect. He glanced over at Wematin and then set off to follow the wolf. It gave him the perfect cover from Wematin to charge into the packlands and try to warn the others, just like she was, and perhaps even convince someone that he wasn’t their enemy. He could only hope he would be in time. If he could, he would have liked to see Crimson Dreams evacuate completely; this was not a war worth fighting.

He struggled to keep up with the wolf, for she clearly knew the lands better than he. He was not used to running at such a ferocious pace and in such a new form. He pushed himself to keep up, hoping that she would lead him somewhere useful so he could explain what was going on and what his role in all of this would be.
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000+
weeee + pardon any pp and errors

The howl made him raise his head in curiosity. At first, he had no idea what was going on. But as soon as he understood the message, the young man dropped his book, ignoring it as it clanked to the ground. In a few moments he found himself scavenging in his room for the knife he had found in Halifax. It was small but if what the howl was screaming at him was correct, he would need it. Silvano did not know how to properly use it, but he would be damned if he let any member of his family be hurt by the approaching menace. He did not don his only pair of pants; they would only be a hassle if things came down to hand to hand, if the howl was anything to go by. Silvano was not confident at all, his skills were not developed. But he had grown tall and he grew strong, and he hoped he inherited his mother's abilities.


He was on the porch already, knife in hand. He howled back a call to whoever it was calling; he recognized it as the Aatte woman, but it was still a call he had to return. Maybe it would scare off whoever was approaching. But the young man ran back into the house, eager to get anyone out of the house immediately. Fire. The smell of smoke was faint but it was coming. Silvano felt a flicker of fear for the house and the books that he cherished so much. The people were far more important and they had to get out, just in case. "Everyone, hurry!" cried the Sadira male, growling in his fear. "Get out!"

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Rain had just jumped out of the canoe, his staff in hand. He was to keep any attackers at bay and he smiled, the need to beat someone again rising as he walked thought the village. His silver eyes sparkled with malice as he watched one of the buildings catch fire, the call from one of the wolves that lived there that they needed to wake up that they needed to get out. Oh how he wanted to beat someone senseless like he had done Shiloh, seeing someone bleed over the damage he had inflicted. He could still remember her face as he and Thel beat her, the scarred female not standing a chance as he waled on her and Thel whipping her. If it hadn't been for her mate he would have beat her almost to death.

Now that Maska wanted to find the Utinas children. He had spoken of their children being the future of AniWaya and he wanted to preserve AniWaya as did Rain. He had only just became a Guardian but he liked the power being a guardian made him feel. He was under Maska and a few others but he had learned to strike fear into the unloyal AniWaya's. He had made Shiloh and her mate pay for what they had done to him and Thel and he knew they were somewhere in Crimson Dreams. He planned on finding them and finishing what he started. He planned on killing Shiloh Grant.


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