[M] Protectors of the weak, we defend the innocent
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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

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In Character

The excitement of the festival visit soon faded leaving her contentedly numb for the time being, her purchases had all been good ones and she had many a gift for a fellow pack member stashed away in her home. Some were incomplete as she needed to work upon them herself such as the polar bear fur that she was steadily shaping into a coat for the Exultare nomad to wear when she saw fit. Jace's own had been left at home today for there was a tinge of warmth to the air, a breath of spring that was slowly unfolding like the petals of a flower, beautiful in its own right.


It was at peaceful times like these she could almost let herself believe nothing bad ever happened within the world and that nothing of such notions could ever be true. It was only an almost though and never a truly complete though, the scars that marred and distorted her face and spine were testament to this, the aching torn hole in her heart that belonged to her sister, the other half of her soul, a legacy to the misery that cloaked the world. The small female looked to the crystal hued sky, not a cloud was within her sight only an unending rolling sapphire blue.


Her patrol stretched out over several hours, consuming her morning and well into the afternoon until the sun began to sink down towards the horizon. Its orange and red fury were extraordinary and it always took her breath away to see a setting scene such as this one, it reminded her of a time long ago and far away where she had once seen the sun set such as this and not awaken for three fillings of the moon. Always the past would clog her vision but never would it obstruct her future, her memories of people long dead were held onto with a fierce joy and untamed reverence. She would make them all proud, she would prove herself worthy to carry the name of Denahlii.


The Yakuso had seen neither hide nor hair of another canine all her day, not since she had woken this morning next to her mate and greeted the rising golden orb wrapped in the embrace of his arms and crush of his body. Before this lack of contact would have made her twitchy and anxious but it did not bother her as much now, she weathered the lack of communication as the sand resisted against the sea by bending and flexing to fit the situation. Her serenity was interrupted abruptly by a soft cry for help followed swiftly by louder snarls. Instantly alert Jace sunk into a crouch, using her hands in this form like she would in her four legged to walk closer to the ground unseen and yet still have the advantage of being in optime, an interesting skill first observed within Zalen, New Dawn's Alpha.


The closer she crept, down wind of the situation the more of the conversation she could hear. A quiet female voice pleaded against something to let her go and harsh male laughter was the answer. Its sound set her teeth on edge and her muzzle wrinkled to bare ivory fangs, she remembered all too well the sound of that mocking laughter, that awful mocking laughter as Lucifer had forced her body to accept his own. Phantom pain spasmed through her body and nausea welled up in the pit of her stomach, even now a year on its effects still stained her. But Lucifer did not retain his head to laugh anymore, he was dead and so this man whoever he was, made for a whole new opponent. Only a second male scent hurried towards her as well. Both of them were rich and spicy, exotic, the males were not from this area maybe not even from this continent.


Finally she could get a look at them through the trees, the two men were almost identical, twins perhaps? Certainly brothers at the least, the same brown coat with spots of black and red and cruel green eyes. The reddish orange woman, she was even smaller than Jace was, maybe about 5 foot 4 or 3, her large ears that lay pressed against her head singling her out as a coyote and against her chest held within a tight grip was a small orange ball, a pup. The second of the two men was giggling now, a high pitched grating sound that irritated her immensely.


"Yar Kopi, brother, let's just kill the kid and take her aye?" He leered at the woman who shrunk back towards the tree even more, her amber eyes wide and filled with fear, "She'll fetch a pretty price back in Freetown, men would pay big to have a go at her." The other man was much more silent that his giggling almost hysterical sibling, his eyes roving over the woman's slight feminine assets, she was a small female.The grin that spread across his maw slowly froze the blood in her veins, against the brown of his fur the pink of his desire was a shock of color. She couldn't stand by while this woman was raped and her child murdered, she was not of Ichika but Jace wasn't going to see another innocent die.


A bellow of fury, a battle cry burst from her maw as the woman launched herself from her hiding place, it took her two strides to hit full speed, inside of her chest the Beserker stirred and snapped its jaws ready to rip and tear at soft, sweet flesh, for all of her peaceful ways Jace knew much about the monsters within. Her jaws parted in time for her momentum to slam her into the disgusting beasts, teeth flashed and a yowl of pain came from him. Blood spurted from his arm and splattered the ground, arterial spray also hit her face, creating a bloody fierce some mask through which her narrowed eyes peered. Again crimson coated fangs drove forwards to the second brother, leaving no time for him to react to the attack on his brother. The Arctic woman was a wild thing, a blaze of righteous angry fire in the cold of the fading day.


She ripped herself from their bodies, pulling flesh and spilling more blood as she did and came to stand in front of the coyote who had turned towards the tree to protect her infant, the child whimpered audibly and Jace's fury racketed up several notches. Her maw parted and saliva mixed with blood dripped from her chin and teeth to the snowy ground, up from her chest rumbled a savage snarl to match her burning eyes. Then without pause or hesitation she charged at them again, now her knives were ripped from their sheaths on her thighs and the sharp metallic, poison coated claws sailed through the air with deadly accuracy, aiming for the first one she had attacked, the one who's right arm hung useless at his side, the muscles of his bicep now hanging in tatters from the bone, if he walked away from this alive and managed not to bleed out he would never be able to use that arm again.


He still met her with a snarl and as her knife sunk into muscle a solid fist crashed its way into first her shoulder and then into the side of her head causing Jace to see stars. The knife was pulled along as she let the force of his punch knock her away from him, slicing open a long stretch of his skin from stomach to ribs. Her vision wavered alarmingly for a second and she cursed herself on letting anger overtake her and attacking with an unwise move, now she was seeing double and blinking rapidly as she tried to clear her head. The poison coating her knife though was already going to work on the mans respiratory system shutting down the functions necessary for life. His brother though was still relatively unharmed and rushed forwards to barrel into the woman with the hard plane of his elbow. His voice a hiss against her ear and she was slammed into the bark of a tree, forcing air from her lungs in a great rush,


"You'll pay for this, bitch" She kicked at him, catching him in the thigh and laying open three deep claw marks in the muscle. He lunged forwards and bit down upon her muzzle, clamping her jaws shut with his own, bone crunched and her air supply was cut off. Clawed fingers found their way to her throat and dug deep into her windpipe, seeking to crush the cartilage. In response she punched the blade of one of her knives into his shoulder and twisted it, tearing through muscle and right through to bone. He released her then with a male scream of pain that rang in her ears, deafening her in her right ear and shoved her away from him. She stumbled and hit the ground but was up on her feet again within moments, her breath came harsh and raspy, her throat burned like hell and she bared her fangs. Blood dripped from her muzzle where his teeth had dug in, her knife still protruded from his shoulder like a grotesque badge of honor.


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