How Loud Are the Drums of War?
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Posting order: Free/strict - skip next one if no post has been made in 3 days
PNPC's:
  • Armis Fulton, Male, Eastern Timber Wolf (DOB: July 15th, 2008) - Kill at will, but leave some for everyone!
  • Aamund Moss, Male, Gray Wolf (DOB: April 5th, 2007) - Kill at will, but leave some for everyone!
  • Everyone kan powerplay these two characters
Deaths: Remember to clear fighting with the other players beforehand.
Objective: The attackers aim to free all remaining prisoners in AniWaya, and attack the cottage where the prisoners are kept!
Geographical setting: The cottage is located in the outskirts of AniWaya, far from the Village.

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Have at ye! >Big Grin (Because Wematin is the only 'real' defender, in terms of having a player, in this thread, please don't super-jump him and assume that the PNPCs do nothing? >_>) (Keme: Visible)


The sheer number of opposing forces was unspeakable, but Wematin had his duty. While Maska led the multitude of their own into battle, Wematin and his two colleagues would protect the hostages--the true reason for the outsider's invasion. They were their last bargaining chips, and Wematin would rely on the others' as a first barrier: It was a harsh reality that they could not take them all on alone, although he was quite certain he could fend for himself against maybe two or three of the interlopers.


How loud were the hoof-beats and battle-cries of the tribe and the invaders? How loud were the cries that Wematin could hear in the distance, where there was pain and suffering? The Guardian was truly heartless, for none of this did anything to assuage or move his heart, and he only stood in steely silence in the shadow of the hut, waiting with a large knife and keen eyes for the first who would challenge Maska's rule. On the opposite side of the clearing, Keme--Wematin's grizzly spirit guide--had decided to show himself for this battle, and also stood at the ready. How would these invaders find the spirit flesh intangible, and the claws all too real?


Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.


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Assuming Armis is inside with the prisoners. Sky starts the chaos in and around the hut like a good little crazy. Big Grin


Sky had been listening to the silence for too long. She still sat with folded legs on the bed, glaring at the guardian inside the hut. Armis, she'd learned his name was. He was a timber wolf, about a year older than her at most. Before the battle outside had started, she'd been harassing him idly from the bed. He'd told her to shut up multiple times but, obeying his orders, had managed to hold back from gutting her.

She did have a nasty black eye though. A punch to the face that she'd almost laughed off hesterically. Outside there were others, more guardians ready to defend the hut, to keep their hostages inside. Sky didn't care. Even though Armis, as she'd learned, was watching... she was slowly shifting. Under the hidden protection of the blanket, he'd never know until it was too late.

Armed or not, Sky's secui form was something to fear. A mixture of speed and strength she didn't normally possess in either of her other forms. Her secui form wasn't controlled by calm thought. Sanja guided her every move in that beastial shape and she'd long since stopped ignoring the dark wolf inside her head.

She just needed on good distraction, something to turn his head... then she'd strike and her escape would be initiated. The battle outside was silent compared to the blood rushing in her ears, the cold, hard stare she was sending his way. Aren't you wondering what all is happening out there, dog of Maska? She bit out before her shift could change her voice.

Armis sneered. "I already know what's happening, mutt. Your rescue parties are being slain without mercy. This war will be won tonight."

You're right about one thing, Armis. Sky grinned wickedly, her voice having finally shifted with the rest of her. This war will be won.

She didn't give him the time to react. Her legs launched her from the bed, blanket flung behind her, and latched herself onto his arm as he moved to defend himself. He spun and she let go, sliding a few feet away in strike position, ready for his retaliation. He snarled something in AniWayan and lunged towards her. Sky was ready, mouth open and muscles waiting for the precise moment to counter. IT ENDS NOW!




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Senorita is a npc, pretty much anyone can pp her goring or whatever XD also i stealing one of the pnpcs Big Grin

Blood wet his sword and dripped onto the ground as he made his way towards the prisoners cabin, the rest of the rescue party was out there somewhere but he had lost sight of them and now soldiered on alone, he could only hope that they got here in time to help him. A twisted scent rode on the wind, one that made his tail raise and his fur prickle. It was the one that had tackled him during the first take over, the one that had hurt Ralla, she thought he had never noticed but he had.

Noise from within the cabin, a ferocious snarl and then screams, he had no time to wait for the others, he had to attack now. He charged forwards, he had left Faith with Ralla and Ayasha so had no steed to protect him against the black man and his Grizzy spirit guide but then he did not need it. Crashing that got louder and louder until the Blonde cow burst through the forest, swinging her massive horns, Earthen ears rotated and he shouted out,

"Senorita, Savit na kann!" Senorita, Kill the intruders. A furious affirmation and the cow turmed charging towards the wolf that rushed her master. Her horns, sharp and long caught the man on his side and sent him flying up into the air. As he slammed back into the ground Leon was co,img up behind him. sword raised high in the air to end this coward's life.
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Ephy has actually eaten a man before. >> Anyway, Armis still ain't dead so others can have fun with him if they wish; you can assume he got out of the blanket.

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Ephraim paced around at the back of the cottage, dark ears flattened against his dreadlocked head and body tense. He would have done more to assist Sky when she’d been struck by the Guardian, but there was only so much he could have done without igniting too much retaliation. After all, he was one of the few expendable hostages. AniWaya alone would miss him for his free labor; he had no pack to call home, no Crimson Dreams or Cour des Miracles or Cercatori d’Arte. While the death of other prisoners would bring more hatred onto the Tribe and Maska, he was vulnerable. He didn’t care too much about himself normally, but his survival drive was stronger than anything—and he was afraid of what he’d become if he were threatened. He’d killed many before.

Sky had disappeared under a blanket, and he sent a troubled frown in her direction, wondering if the pain from her punched eye had finally subdued her after her displays of defiance and staring and enough cackling that made Eph’s giggles seem tame. He sighed and looked away—then did a double take, wondering if her shape had changed. He quickly turned his head and covered his mouth to keep from smiling or giggling, adding an arm around his round stomach so he looked nauseated instead of in proud hysterics.

Armis, the Guardian stationed inside the cottage to keep watch on the prisoners, had his attention only on Sky. They went into another round of arguing, and Ephraim waited for what would come next. It was not long before a brown shape leaped out of the blanket, kicking it back in his direction, where he snatched it without a second thought. The secui-formed woman struck at the timber wolf, and Ephraim quickly moved around to the other side of the cabin, keeping along the wall.

Once he was behind the commotion, he glanced at Armis locked in combat with Sky, giggled, and tossed the blanket. It managed to cover the Guardian’s head, and while the man could have easily whipped it off, the eunuch followed through by grabbing it around the edges to keep the man’s sight restrained. He wasn’t sure if he had spared Sky from any damage in the time it’d taken to sneak around, but for now the timber was helpless. It would be a matter of time before his struggling ripped through the blanket—especially if he carried a knife—but until then, Ephraim dipped his head down and bit.

There was a yowl from under the blanket, and with jaws wetted by blood, the old man lifted his head and howled. It was more than a battle cry; it was a call of the wild. He had prey, he had meat, and he had transformed from the giggly, pudgy man the other prisoners had known. Pinning the Guardian under his weight, taking advantage of the time before the man’s claws finally ripped through the fabric, he took another chunk out.


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I'm having Mati charge the door... though she definitely needs help from the other Dreamers/CDMers!

Mati ran with the others. Her thoughts focused on a single task, and a single result. The woman did not look like the painter, nor the pupsitter that she had been ranked. She did not look like the placid form that often spent hours simply staring at the colors of the sky or mixing paints again and again for the perfect hue. Her smile was gone, her purple eyes no longer soft and glimmering with a bright creative excitement. No, she was now a woman that faced those that had taken everything from her.

After days of weeping, of feeling helpless and broken Mati had taken up a weapon and readied herself to face her opponent. She had gone to the place where her beloved was stolen, and faced the scent of Cambria and the fear that lingered there. The thoughts of their hands on her had almost brought her to her knees. But instead of crumbling the Church female had taken up the long shepherds staff that leaned on the cottage door where her mate's scent had been the strongest and vowed to see the Marino beauty returned to her. By any means possible.

Her heart pounded in her ears, eyes darting through the action that surrounded her. She left the main fighting to look for the prisoners, a place her mother had been and had described to her in detail. She knew the direction, and headed there with a fury. Others could be seen, pack mates rushing through the village in the hopes of finding the lost members of their family. Mati called out to them, waving them in the direction that would lead hopefully lead them to Cambi and the others.

A cabin lay in the distance, one fighter already engaged with one of the Guardians. Without pausing in her step she ran towards the cabin, staff held with both hands.

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Savina had broke off from the main group with Mati and headed towards the cabin where they knew the prisoners were kept. As the leader of the Dreamers, it might have been more prudent for her to stay in the main fight, but she was not only a Consul but a mother and two of her children were held in that building. The Marino would see them freed and on their way back to safety before she did anything else this day. As they moved, emerald eyes flashed occasionally to the violet eyed woman who loved her Cambria so. Never before had she seen Mati filled with such a fury and purpose. Even so, she would do all she could to protect the Church fey from harm as well. Mati would be the one to take Cambria back to safety. Then Savina could turn her focus elsewhere.


The cabin was in sight and already a man had engaged the Guardians outside and there were sounds of a struggle coming from inside the wooden walls of the structure. The hulking secui Italian stuck close to Mati's side as they charged towards the door with a snarl on her face. If any tried to get in their way, she would handle them while the younger woman went to get inside the cabin.

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Cambria had never been in such a constant state of fear as she had been ever since she had been taken from Crimson Dreams and brought to this awful place. The only thing that she took any courage or comfort from was the fact that she had her brother here staunchly defending her from the Guardians. Whenever one dared come near her, Gotham would growl and get between her and the AniWayan. The earned him abuse, and Cambria cried every time it happened. If only she had been captured with her satchel, but of course they would have taken that from her even if she had had it. Still, she did the best she could with the limited means to tend to whatever injuries her littermate gained in her defense and the abuse he had suffered before her abduction as well.


Today, as usual, she was huddled shivering in a corner of the cabin with Gotham beside her. There was a tension in the air though that made the hairs along her neck stand in fright. Something was going to happen today, though what it would be the Marino could make no guess at. Her brother could sense it too, and there was a restlessness about him even though he stayed beside her. One of the other prisoners had been taunting the Guardian that kept watch on them from the inside and had gotten hit because of it. Cambria felt sorry for her, but she was too timid to do anything. Time ticked by slowly, but then suddenly the Dreamer was shocked by the quick succession of events inside the cabin. The other female prisoner began to talk back to the Guardian again and then suddenly she sprung and attacked him. Then another prisoner helped in going after the man and the scene became a horror to the Medicus' eyes. Cambria began to cry and turned her face away from the fighting as she trembled. Gotham remained close by, but she could feel the tension in his body building, waiting for the right moment to spring into action.

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Tonight was the night, she was going to help free those prisoners that had been locked up. She was nearly completely healed and she was ready to get hurt again if that's what it took to free the others. The children were tucked safely away and Mizu had fixed her markings and they shone against her once again pristine white coat.

Mizu stayed tucked away into the darkness, slowly creeping along, trying to find the cabin in which to get in to. She had to help free these others, they could not stay locked up. It wasn't right, Mizu had been shocked when she heard what was going on. Mizu found her way to the cabin and saw a woman that she knew was from Crimson Dreams going towards the cabin. Mizu watched for a split second when she decided she couldn't be in Optime form for this. She needed her strongest form, she was a little scared to shift but she knew she had to.

Slowly she changed into her Secui form and she sprinted forward, trying her hardest to stay hidden. She tried to catch up the one from Crimson Dreams. She had a snarl on her face, angry that there were people being held prisoner in her home. She kept quite and ran as fast as she could, limping slightly on both of her front legs. She needed to catch up to the Crimson Dreamers so that she could help them, she really had no idea what she was going to do. She needed orders.. Now.
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Its been 3 days and no one has replied, so I'm posting to keep it going

His sword slid easily through the man's throat, piercing through the back of the mouth and sinking into the earth and grass underneath him, cutting off his yell of pain with a harsh gurgling noise. Blood bubbled up from the wound as the Guardian tried desperately to breathe. Even in the chaos of war and the violence of anarchy the Austral man was not without mercy even to these cowering bastards. His sword was removed and places back into its sheath at his waist and leaned down. One swift jerk of his hands and the dieing man's neck was snapped, life drained from his eyes instantly and lids closed down as he slid into the endless night that accompanied death.

No matter how many times he did it, it never got any easier to accept the fact, he was a murderer and the blood of countless hundreds stained his earthen colored paws. Everyone that he had killed deserved to die, whether by him or by someone else did not matter, slavery was not tolerable, not when the Spaniard could set so many wrongs right with just one death. It depended on which way you looked at it really but León saw the bigger picture, most people didn't and could see only the ending of life not the endless good that would come from it, for this León was willing to stain his soul in the rescuing of others.
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My bad. x: I'll fall back into posting order next round. Sorry for the mix up.


Ephriam wasn't alone in his 'hunt'. As soon as that howl filled the cabin, Sky was taking advantage of the downed man, dead set on making sure he'd not be a bother to them anymore. She trotted over and rumbled, teeth bared...

As Ephriam took out another chunk, Sky took the forgotten side of the man's neck, ducking down to avoid getting in Ephy's way as she locked and shut, slicing through that main artery and ending the guardian's life.

So far, so good. She'd gotten lucky and injury was avoided. Somehow Sky knew that if she were to get seperated from Ephy, she'd be screwed. " Battle's outside, Eph. Cabin's secure. Let's join the party. " She rumbled, carefully moving to lick some of the blood from her friend's fur.

Then she turned and headed for the window, rearing up to see out of it...

...just in time to watch a tawny man own some poor AniWayan bastard. Grusome. Hot. Sanja commented, his voice grinning in his host's head. Sky mimiced the sound of it, smirking cruely and stepping down from the window, heading for the door. Looks like we've got some backup. Only Guard left is that Wematin guy. She commented towards her arctic-born friend, waiting at the door for him before they rejoined the battle.

Shall we?




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Love Sky and Ephy. xDD

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With each bite, Ephraim fell deeper into the past—and to a primal, aggressive state brought on by months of hard winter and no food. He remembered the wolf that had rose to challenge him for his kill, and he remembered the claws digging into his biceps in the struggle. He remembered the pulse dying in the animal’s throat, and he remembered that he hadn’t given the body a chance to grow cold. He’d had a full stomach then, and insanity encroached on him again now.

His state of mind was such that, when secui Sky came to bite into the timber’s throat, a deep growl rose in the quarter-dog’s chest. Bloodied teeth flashed, and he thought about gripping her thick brown scruff and tossing her to the ground. This was his kill—but a second passed and the lucidity returned to his brown eyes. Head cocked doggishly, he released his hold on the man when he realized that the struggles had ceased; his life was pouring out, staining the blanket crimson and dripping onto the floor of the cottage.

A tongue rasping over his fur made the eunuch finally smile, and he turned his head to watch Sky as she loped over to the window, telling him that the battle was outside. It clicked that they could get out of the cabin now—them and all the other prisoners. His ears flicked then swiveled to the sound of sobbing in the corner of the room; a pair of other pack’s wolves crouched there, the girl facing away fearfully and the boy standing protectively before her.

The man contemplated saying something to them, but the tawny woman looked traumatized as it was, and he was aware of blood staining his bottom jaw and throat like a bib. Instead, he turned to Sky and smirked at her devious tone of voice as she pointed out there was backup. It didn’t seem the pair of them needed rescuers, but any kind of help was welcome.

“Shall we?” Sky asked, standing at the door, and Ephraim giggled before striding over to it. He twisted the knob and flung it open, greeted by the sight of the rescuers running forward to storm the cabin. They smelled of a few different packs, one AniWayan but not unwelcome as she didn’t seem to be aiding the enemy.

“Let’s have at it, precious,” Ephraim cooed at his friend, gesturing for her to run forward. He remained in the doorway, his shape buckling as he shifted into a similarly muscular—if much fluffier—secui form. The process would take a couple of minutes, but he hoped that the rescuers and Sky could handle the one Guardian left so he wasn’t vulnerable.


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The door opened, bloodied creatures standing in it's frame. Mati felt panic seize her. She screamed the name of the wolfess she was looking for, Cambria! nearing the cabin with Savina beside her. She didn't know the intention of the others, but when they did not charge her she could only assume they weren't defending the cabin from the raiders.

Inside the cabin it smelt of death, but she did not pause at the mauled creature but looked straight at the two siblings. Gotham's hulking body hide the slight wolfess' form but Mati knew she lay behind him. She moved towards them, the staff falling to the ground as she went to her knees to take her mate into her arms.

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