[M]-Blood and Snow
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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 452 :: 21 of December. Edited to add tag.


Snow, perhaps the greatest idea mother nature ever had. No wolf, especially not a snow wolf, could resist the alluring call of freshly fallen snow. Kiara had woken up early that morning to find that the world had been turned into a winter wonderland. She stayed in the apartment long enough to tell Shiloh and Aleo that she was going out for a run. Kiara thundered down the stairs and out the arching door to meet the spectacular site. It was beautiful. But there was no way the arctic wolf would stay in the city. In order to fully appreciate the snow, one needed to be in the wilderness or even better, in the mountains. With a happy howl Kiara darted forward as fast as a rabbit, gliding over the snow and leaving large tracks in her wake.


The hulking form of the mountains appeared in no time at all. Kiara flew out of the pack boarder, climbing even higher into the mountains until she reached their peak. Even then she didn't stop. Kiara ran along the length of the mountains for a time, traveling up and down their crested backs. Every now and again she would stop to roll around or chase a nearby rabbit. Her spirits were high and nothing could bring her down.


Dimly, the alabaster wolf was aware that she was traveling closer and closer to Salsola. Because she was a normal wolf, the Salsolan pack presented a large danger to her. There was a real possibility that one or more of their members may try to hurt her or turn her. However, Kiara never took too much stock in the warnings others gave her and would occasionally travel that way. In fact, just the other day she met Alonso who was another wolf like her. He had almost wandered strait up to the Salsola boarders. Thankfully, Kiara had managed to persuade the wolf to turn around.


After what seemed like hours of running, Kiara flopped down in the snow panting hard. She let her tongue roll out and her tail beat lazily against the snow. Each breath released a cloud of hot, visible air. The snow was still falling at a gentle, steady pace. Kiara was already covered in snow, but her fur blended almost seamlessly into the white powder making it nearly impossible to discern snow form wolf. Kiara was not cold, despite the freezing temperature. The double layer of fur protected her and prevented the loss of heat so much so that the snow on her head and body didn't melt. Kiara rolled over, letting her paws hang in the air and snapped at the flakes drifting down to earth. Oh, how she loved snow.


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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


Amy was pleased with the trade from Salsola. She now had a small stock of animals that she could trade or eat if she wished. Granted, they were only rabbits, but it was still an improvement. Humming slightly off key Amy was thinking about how wonderful it would be to just watch someone's face twist in pain. That would make her mood complete. She glanced behind at Hadley, but the guy had managed to sense her mood, and had made himself as boring and obedient as possible. To injure him would wreck his training then. She sighed in disappointment. Guess Amy would have to do without hurting anyone.


Or not. Up ahead a flurry of snow was moved around. A wolf was playing in the snow. Pleased with the discovery Amy pulled her horse to a halt before rushing over. It was a good thing her clothes made it easy to travel. She didn't have to worry about a skirt tripping her up. Grabbing the dagger Amy smiled coldly as she got closer. Good day! How are you?


Hadley shuddered. It was just like his capture all over again, sugar sweet and kind until she was ready to attack.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 288


While Kiara was busy rolling around in the snow, a yellow dog approached her. It wasn't until the stranger spoke that Kiara even noticed the dog. The snow wolf had to stretch her head and contort it in an odd manner. Looking down her snout she saw the upside-down for of a dog, a horse, and a wolfdog. There was a slight scent of pack on the trio, but the scent was barely noticeable. They could either be loners or they might have recenltu joined one of the nearby packs. Kiara blinked her sapphire eyes and cocked her head before toppling over. The arctic wolf stood up and shook snow off herslef. A lopsided grin spread across Kiara's face and her tail waved happily in the air. Snow and new people, what could possibly go wrong?


Kiara bowed her head as a sign of respect to the strangers saying, "Namaste. Today is a great day and snow is perfect. My name's Kiara Amarok, what's yours?" There was a lot of innocence to be found in the young wolf. She had no problem trusting strangers, especially ones who greeted her in such a kind manner. Kiara failed to notice the nervous behavior of the wolf dog, or even the dagger that was held in the yellow luperci's hand. What Kiara did notice was that the stranger was beautiful despite her evident scars, and like many luperci she was much taller than Kiara. The snow wolf would have to crane her neck to look up at Amy's face, although she didn't want to for fear of seeming aggressive. Instead Kiara looked at the dogs waist and smiled happily. Her good mood presiding as always without even sensing the approaching danger.


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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


A gentle friendly greeting came from the young wolf's lips. Amy smiled. She so did love the innocent. They were so much fun to corrupt. I'm Amy. Amy slashed the dagger forwards, aiming to cut across the wolf's eye. Let's play.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → small :: If you need to pp that is fine with me.


The sudden attack caused Kiara to balk. She let out a yelp as the dagger came screaming toward her eye. The daggers very tip caught her just above the eye but did not further damage. Blood began to stream from the small wound, making it look a lot worse than it actually was.

The snow wolf danced back a few paces, her ears flat against her head and her fluffy tail tucked between her legs. What was going on? Why was she suddenly attacked? Kiara did not like this at all. "I am not against playing Amy, but there is no need to be violent." She whimpered a little as she tried to placate her aggressor. Ichika had a strong distaste for violence, as did Kiara. A friendly spar was never out of the question, but a fight? No way.


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OOC

Word Count → 000


The wolf backed down, completely submissive now. Amy reveled in the power she held, completely dominant. She didn't care that the wolf was trying to placate her, or that Kiara had done nothing wrong. She just enjoyed seeing other people in pain. Walking forward Amy held the knife, studying the smaller wolf. It's okay. You don't have to like violence because I do. With a speed belying her appearance Amy rushed forward, hitting Kiara as she tackle her to the ground.


With the wolf pinned Amy grinned, dragging her dagger along the wolf's fur. She didn't cut in just yet, letting the fear seep in. What kind of markings should she give this wolf? Thinking about her plans Amy paused, before taking her knife down to carve a broken spiral on the wolf's stomach.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text


Amy's words hit Kiara like a bull elk, keeping her frozen in place. And then Amy really did hit her like a bull elk. Pain shot through the snow wolf's chest as the wind was knocked out of her. Once again, her back was in the snow. But this time her sapphire eyes were alight with terror, not joy. Kiara let out another whimper and tried to lick Amy's maw. Her wolf instincts had kicked in: be submissive, and show it at every turn. Don't fight, don't run.


A blood curtailing howl ripped through the air as the knife carved into Kiara's stomach. Her stomach felt like it was on fire even as the cool metal carved a spiral into her flesh. A new set of instincts took over, ones to survive. With a vicious growl Kiara lunged up, her two inch incisors aiming directly for Amy's throat.


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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


Her victim was so submissive. Amy smiled as Kiara licked her jaw, the knife unwavering in it's path. The spiral was turning out quite beautifully. It seemed to snap one the other set of instincts though, the one that told wolves to fight and survive. What a shame. She'd enjoyed the submissive pose Kiara had curled herself into.


She snapped her head out of reach of Kiara's jaws, replying with a sharp backhand to the muzzle, hitting hard enough that she heard a crack. Didn't you say you wanted to play? She wouldn't let the wolf escape now. Licking her lips Amy bent down again, dragging the knife across the girl's neck. It was light, not a killing mark, but shallow, drawing blood.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text


Kiara's jaws missed their mark. Her actions returned with a smack to the face. Kiara's head hit the ground and pain shot through her cheek bones along with a loud crack. Kiara let out a whimper. She didn't like this, she needed to get away.


The razor sharp bland etched a new mark into her skin, this time at the neck. Blood pooled on the ground, dyeing both her fur and the snow red. A growl rippled through her throat, her teeth bard and her tongue sticking out from between them. This time Kiara began to thrash, working both her jaws and her claws as the blood pooled from her wounds. Ignoring the pain, Kiara brought her hind leg up, trying to kick Amy in the stomach. While at the same time she tried to grab hold of Amy's neck. Hopefully, one or both hits would land. If not, Kiara was screwed.


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OOC Vesper can jump in now

Word Count → 000


Amy dodged the blow to her stomach, but screamed as her neck was grabbed. The thrashing had been enjoyable, feeling the panic rise in her victim. Being attacked back had not been calculated into that. Desperately she struggled, trying to loosen her neck from the tight grip. Reaching her knife she plunged wildly at what was grabbing her. She had to get loose.


Her game wouldn't wait while she did that though. Eyes clouded with bloodlust Amy leaned forward, biting blindly at the writhing figure beneath her. Amy was too far gone to actually have a target, just knowing that the victim was near and new blood needed to be drawn.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Come on Down Vesper! What do you guys say about throwing post order out the window? it might make things easier.


Although her kick missed, the arctic wolf was still pleased to feel her jaws sink into Amy's neck. The dog's thick fur prevented Kiara from drawing a lot of blood, but her crushing bite still did some damage. Kiara was panicked and so was Amy. Kiara held fast onto Amy's neck, but the blood loss was getting to her making the world start to pitch and turn.


Again the horrible instrument plunged into Kiara's flesh. This time the knife landed on her shoulder, almost exactly where her old scar was. By now Kiara was barely registering the pain, but she heard a howl. The voice sounded so hurt, so sad, so desperate. The call was for help, for something or someone to stop the torture. It took a minute for Kiara to realize that the call was hers. Her voice echoed again as Amy bit into her neck. The world swirled, turning black for a second.


When Kiara woke up, only a few seconds later, she could still feel Amy's teeth in her open wound and Amy's dagger in her shoulder. All the fight had left Kiara. She felt weak, helpless. The snow wolf curled up into a ball, she had given up.


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I'm actually a fan of post order. :O But it's up to the both of you; I'm just worried about someone being left behind if they can't get to the computer for some reason. OH AND LANGUAGE WARNING.

Word Count → 411


Although snow had fallen the previous night, Vesper risked the journey north into the Halcyon mountain range for her patrol. To her surprise, she had ascended once more in rank, but rather than being giddy over it—at least for more than ten quiet minutes—she could feel the call of duty. She needed to start taking stock of the other packs and the surrounding lands, and perhaps a journey along the mountains would help her in this regard. She was most familiar with the northern lands, and it was only a matter of time before its last secrets were revealed to her.

She trekked through the snow in her secui form, her now wolf-sized body warm inside of its naturally thick coat. Her added muscle and weight also helped her to push through the bigger snowdrifts that got in her way. Plowing through the snow and bushes gathered on one section of the mountain, she turned her head to scan the area and wondered about which direction to take next. She could head toward Anathema, which she hadn’t investigated yet, or perhaps move toward Salsola, knowing what was coming up in the next couple of weeks…

The decision was made for her quite suddenly.

A howl broke through the crisp winter air, a cry bordering on a scream of pain, a wail of desperation that caused the tawny hybrid to cringe. A shiver ran down her spine then leaped into her pulsing heart as she recognized the voice. Kiara. Ignoring the sickening feeling in her stomach, she leaped into action and sprinted toward the direction of the howl.

Fear and worry shifted immediately into violence as Vesper came on the scene: a creamy dog luperci brandishing her fangs as well as a blade, the defenseless arctic wolf pinned underneath her, curled in a pathetic ball. The sight of the shining, bloody metal made the coywolf snarl, a purely feral sound that wrinkled her lips back over her teeth and gums.

“Get the fuck away from her, piss-colored scum,” Vesper managed, her voice edged with malice. She said nothing else, letting her icy eyes and movements drive the message home; she jumped at the cream dog, teeth aiming to bite at her shoulder or at her exposed neck were she to look up at the snarl. More than anything she hoped that her secui-formed body could knock the dog back enough to allow Kiara to crawl out from under the fighters to escape.


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OOC sticking with post order's good, or ill get confused and have my character do too many things at the same time

Word Count → 000


The wolf let out a desperate howl, one Amy was sure no one would answer. After all, they were up in the mountains, and the closest pack was Salsola. The one member she'd met hadn't flinched at her having a slave, so Amy assumed that they had no problems with them. Besides, who would save such a pathetic creature? The wolf curled into a ball, no longer stopping Amy's attack. Licking her lips she moved forward, only to hear a cry from the side.


She turned her head, and barely managed to raise her arm in time. Amy yelped as the teeth sunk into her arm, keeping her from using her knife. Twisting Amy let her own teeth lunge at the stranger. She had no idea who it was or why the female had stepped in and stopped her game, but she was mad. Pushed back Amy desperately tried to fight against the heavy weight of the secui form. It was ironic that that was the form she was attacked with, considering it was her favorite form for killing. A mad laugh escaped her lips.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Okay, post order stays. Go Ves!


By the time Vesper jumped in Kiara was a silent, quivering ball. Her sapphire eyes filled with terror and pain. Vesper's voice seemed so far away. It wasn't until Vesper pushed the dog off of her that Kiara even registered what was happening. Kiara continued to lay in the snow for a minute more as the two canines fought. She couldn't bear to move. The wounds were burning hot, but had allowed the cold to seep into her body. Pain and fear kept her in place while the cold and blood loss zapped her strength.


Finally the snow wolf managed to rise. Blood pooled from her neck, shoulder, and stomach as pain shot through her small form. Slowly, Kiara began to crawl away. Each step, each breath brought about a new wave of pain. The world beneath her feet wavered and the snow wolf stumbled into the snow. She hadn't managed to make it farther than a meter. Kiara wilted again into a red, whimpering pile.


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Nomnom.

Word Count → 258


Teeth dug into flesh, and Vesper growled in satisfaction as blood gushed from the wound against her gums. She pressed as hard as she could, though she had not had the fortune to inherit her wolf father’s stronger jaw muscles, and so there would be no lasting damage. She hoped it hurt, though, prayed it hurt, wanted the bitch to be crying out like poor sweet Kiara had. She was reminded of her own knife wounds and the slashing pain and her own defenselessness against the blade; she could only imagine how the arctic wolf, inexperienced in battle as she seemed to be, would have fared against her attacker.

When fangs lunged for her in turn, the coywolf only flattened her ears as close to her head as she could and relinquished her grip immediately. As the other’s neck was outstretched in an attempt to bite her, teeth scraping her cheek, Vesper aimed for her exposed throat. She would take it in her jaws like she had the boy she’d killed, would shake and press until the wind pipe crunched. She wanted to hear that last hissing rattle of breath.

But while the primeval monster overtaking her mind was dead set on dealing damage to the dog luperci, the logic that rolled underneath was concerned for Kiara. Out of the corner of her eye, she hoped to catch a glimpse of the other. She knew that, unless she killed this woman quickly, she would have to move quickly in order to get both of them out of there.


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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


Her blow missed, Amy's teeth just scraping against the intruder's cheek. Teeth hit bone, and the corner of her eye caught the enemy twisting around, going for her neck. Angry as she could get Amy twisted, teeth clashing against her ear. Just beyond them Amy could see her prey, collapsed in the snow. Red painted the pure white beautifully. A small whine escaped her throat. Amy wanted to return to her game, not tangle with this pest.


Freed from the other's grasp Amy briefly studied her opponent. The fur was thicker, which was to be expected against a secui, but that also meant penetration would be a lot harder. The female was only the size of a larger wolf though, which would make things easier. Moving back in Amy dropped the knife in favor of her short sword. Spinning it forwards she planned on cracking the female's head. If that didn't work she'd follow through with a snap to the stomach, hitting the exposed underbelly.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text


Behind her, the sound of fighting increased in volume. Vesper and Amy were clashing together like two opposing storms. Kiara twisted her head a little and watched as Amy abandoned her dreaded knife for an even longer short sword. Kiara yelped, the gleaming metal frightened her. She was scared not only for herself but for the fate of her friend. "Vesper, run!" Kiara cried, her voice rising in pitch.


The arctic wolf knew she would be useless in the fight. She had a lot of experience hunting, but next to no experience fighting. Not to mention neither body nor her mind were up to fighting the yellow dog. Kiara wanted to curse herself for her cowardice, but it was the only thing she could do. Using all of her strength, the snow wolf stood. Clumsy steps brought her farther and farther away from the battle. If she could just get away, then Vesper might not feel the need to stick around and fight. Vesper could run away too.


The rate at which blood streamed from her wounds slowed a little. With each agonizing step, the droplets stained the snow and marked her route of escape. It took all of the arctic wolf's will power to continue one, to take a step. The sounds of battle were beginning to fade, but when Kiara looked around she could still see Vesper and Amy.


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I believe this would be a good place for Amy to stop. ^^ She can throw her knife if she wants still, assuming it hits Vesper somewhere though it wouldn't stick deep. Now to get this gal to safety! xD

Word Count → 329


As the cut on her cheek bled, Vesper missed her mark. The other had turned, the vulnerable folds of flesh around her throat shifting out of the way, leaving her with a soft ear tip to bite. She did not stop to tear it, however, quickly parting her jaws again to deflect whatever blows the luperci would offer. A face was a dangerous part of the body to attack, or at least that was how it had been when Ves fought against other single-formed beings in the wilderness.

But those non-luperci had not had the use of manmade weapons, strange and cruel and glittering metal blades that cut more cleanly than fangs. When the woman stepped back and drew a short sword, the coywolf stepped back uncertainly. Her unease was only heightened by the warning scream of her friend; she turned her head but felt the weapon fall against her skull. It was a glancing blow, not nearly enough to knock her out, but that did not mean it wasn’t quite painful.

Teeth exposed in a grimace, she stepped backwards again, fleet-footed and bristling. She did not want to risk turning her back on the other in case her knife became a projectile. Keeping crouched to protect her underside, ears low and muzzle wrinkled against her scars, she continued to retreat step by step backwards, putting precious space between her and the dog. One needed space in a fight, especially if one was small; agility and strategy were the friend of one who didn’t have the brute strength to back up close combat.

“Keep moving!” Vesper shouted to Kiara, managing to remain level-headed long enough to decide to run herself. With one last look at the torturer, she whirled around and practically flew at the arctic wolf, hoping that the other did not advance, stooping to grab the girl’s scruff in her jaws and haul her along if she really needed to. They needed to get out of here.




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OOC here.

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Her blow connected, bringing a soft smile of triumph to her face. Words were screamed, and Amy lifted her head, looking to see what was happening. There in the distance was the wolf she'd decided to have as her play toy. It looked like she was running away, unable to deal with the fighting and cruelty any longer. It was impressive, seeing the wolf manage to get away even with her wounds in such a bad condition. Granted, Amy could still catch up, but she decided to let her go as thanks for the entertainment and a show of appreciation of the strength the wolf had revealed.


Just behind her friend the intruder followed, eyes slightly crossed with pain. The eyes didn't leave her though, the hybrid leaving no opening for a swift deadly attack. Smiling Amy waved to the retreating pair, stooping down to pick up her knife. Well, that had been fun. Whistling she walked back to the wagon, cleaning the blood off as she went.


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Kiara Amarok


Word Count → 000 :: Shall we end this here?


Darkness began to creep up on the snow wolf. Kiara was so cold, and she felt so weak. The rush of adrenaline that had propelled her thus far was waning. Kiara continued to walk, but her head was slumped and her pace was slow. Kiara no longer bothered to look back, all of her attention focused on the singular task. Vesper's voice barely reached the alabaster woman and she did not have the strength to process the coywolf's words.


The sudden impact of teeth on her neck caused Kiara's mind to panic. Had Amy come back? What happened to Vesper? Despite her panicking mind, Kiara allowed the unknown figure to drag her off. All of the fight in her had died. She was barely walking on her own and the pain made the snow wolf whimper. But the figure who was half dragging Kiara was not the dreaded dog, but Vesper. Kiara sighed with relief and said one simple phrase. "Thank you."


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