el imperio en el que nunca se pone el sol

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 03-28-2012, 01:22 PM

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first strike post for the Inferni conflict. No post order ^^ also, bad post is bad :c

Word Count → 000

There was something unsettling in the air. Angel had felt it for a while now, as if a huge storm was on it's way. The air felt different, colder, thicker. This as backed up the news of someone sneaking around the borders, why would someone do that if they had no reason to? He'd gotten a large blow by blow account of the investigation she had been a part of. The rotten creature had played dumb, but was keeping close watch on the borders. Angel had snorted in frustration, assuming something larger was under foot. It usually was in his experience. Sepirah had told him to stop being so pensive and reading into things. He couldn't help it, caution came like air to him.

The Spaniard had been somewhere near the mansion, towards the eastern woods, when he smelt trouble. A mixed scent of equine and lupine, wolf to be precise, wafted in his direction. The large black hybrid's secui form flexed it's muscles. He'd been waiting for this for a few days now. Not specifically a fight, but some sort of event following what Sepirah had reported to him over several cups of tea. The attackers weren't far off now, and while Angel supposed it wasn't a large infiltration, he still howled for back up. He wasn't dumb enough to fight alone. As the coal coated male stretched, the dual chains on his neck clinked. One a Sant Jordi medallion and the other a silver and diamond cross.

Zana Avaya Lykoi · 03-31-2012, 12:20 AM

She had heard of the unease in the air, the clan was a mutter with the recent trouble that had begun to brew. The small woman had no clue where she fit into the mix and had put caution to the wind and began avoiding the Waste again. She was not use to staying within the clan lands for so long and had taken to tracking and following the signs left by her fellow clan members. She had realized that Angel had been through the lands not long before and had stalked after the dark hued male. Her senses were on high alert but it was not because of the talk of strangers on the wind. She was wanting to test her prowess and stalking Angel like a small child after a parent seemed to work just fine for her today.

Zana had just been about to slip into the woods after the dark hued male when Saol butted her roughly with his head. She growled at the mustang and rolled across the grass to land on all fours, glaring in annoyance at her equine friend. She sighed, realizing she would not be able to play at hide and seek with the unknowing Angel if the mustang was in tow. Giving up on testing her skills she shook the leaves and debris from her pelt and slithered up onto the stallions back to perch like a small child on the wide back of the muscular beast. She had just been about to turn the stallion around when she hear Angel's call. Her ears pinned back as she hissed under her breath.

She let the stallion carry her through the woods towards Angel, the scent of beasts and strangers in the air as she let go a yipping response to let him know she was coming. She looked like nothing more that some silly youth on the back of the large beast as she twisted her spear around in her hand to ready for the drama that was unfolding. It was obvious that these creatures didn't belong but how in the hell had they made it this far. Somewhere deep inside a voice screamed caution to the small woman but just earth turns ago she had played the warrior princess riding on the same beast she clung to now. What had changed since then but her skills ranging and her loyalty growing stronger to the clan.

"Angel! Who are they?!" she called as she came abreast of her fellow clan mate. She could feel the blood pumping and the rage building as she readied herself for trouble.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 04-03-2012, 01:11 PM

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short >.< / +yo numbah!

His large coyote ears zoned in on Zana's own call. Slightly relieved that he'd managed to acquire backup for this battle, however small and easy (in comparison to a full scale war) it was. The tail of his secui form twitched stiffly, eager for the fight to begin. The quicker he and Zana dealt with the skirmish the quicker he could speak to Ezekiel and his fellow soldiers. Not to mention Sepirah and the other scouts. Of course they'd need warned too, they were Inferni's first call, the preventers. If they succeeded, the fighters would not be needed. This time they had been required, but mistakes happened after all.

The small coyote arrived, just in time to. As from the trees the attackers came. 'I do not know' he answered honestly. 'Attackers in legion with the scout Ithiel, Sepirah and Valkyrie found'. The Spaniard shook his head frustratedly in the time it took for his accented words to end and the attackers to arrive. One of them aimed their weapons for him and the other for Zana. 'But whoever they are' he roared, 'Their going back to the puto infern!'

Ithiel de le Poer · 04-06-2012, 02:21 PM

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Ithiel is by me!

The afternoon air was strangely still and quiet. The dusky coyote tilted his head and listened with his overlarge, dark ears -- though the faint sounds of spring were in the air, calling birds and the fainter noises of insects, the earth seemed quieter than it should have been. The dark man did not at first perceive this as unease -- rather, the man simply took it as a sign of an incoming storm. Thunderstorms were frequent during these months, he knew -- not from having experienced multiple springs, but from a simpler, almost instinctual knowledge imparted on him.

The dusky coyote's patrols took him around the border, as always, and he passed into the woods, Lystra's pace decreasing with the close-pressing forest. The chestnut mare tossed her head and snorted, and the Caelum narrowed his eyes, peering around the forest. Here, too, it seemed overly silent -- even where life usually teemed. The dark man was suddenly aware of a new scent on the wind, one he did not recognize. They stank of wood and smoke and fire, and worst of all -- wolf.

The dark man wheeled his horse along the same path the strangers had cut through the forest -- signs of their passing were now more apparent to him, and he goaded his horse faster along their trail. She snorted and obeyed, darting around one tree and then the next. Ithiel leaned forward to duck a particularly low-hanging branch and was still battered in the face by leaves, though he'd closed his eyes to protect them and suffered no injury as a result of the tree.

The mansion loomed before him, and the dark man saw the gate hanging open -- strangers charged through it and toward the pair of coyotes standing in wait, in defense of the clan. He recognized neither, though he shot a look of incredulity at the short-statured one. His attentions were quick to return to the intruders even as he charged toward them from behind, bringing the reins to his teeth and an arrow to his bow even as he did so. Both carried shields; one was cloaked, and the other was simply massive -- he wielded two swords and seemed to notice Ithiel. Grinning broadly, the big wolf split off from his companion, barking an instruction or an acknowledgement at his companion, and turned to face Ithiel.

The dusky wolf had no sword -- he could not hope to face the man in close quarters. His only hope was to keep Lystra away from him. The big mare seemed to know what Ithiel required of her, for she sped up and ran faster along the beaten path leading away from the mansion. Ithiel twisted in his saddle, drawing back his arrow. He loosed, and the big man jerked in his saddle. The arrow sailed past the big wolf and Ithiel snarled, drawing his lips away from the reins. They were still secured in his teeth, and the man reached for another arrow, goading Lystra with his legs even as he did so.

The big wolf's horse was similar in stature to Ithiel's own mount -- big of bone and not particularly fast. She was younger than Lystra, and her breeding had given her longer legs -- but her rider was quite a bit heavier than Ithiel. He was gaining, but not quickly. As Lystra's pace increased, so did the distance between them. Nevertheless, Ithiel aimed and let fly with another arrow, leaning in the saddle and pressing hard with one leg so Lystra might understand his command. She did, and began a broad turn, circling back toward the mansion. He would not meander too far from his fellows.

Zana Avaya Lykoi · 04-08-2012, 07:51 PM

She didn't like Angel's answer one bit but all she could do was grunt in response as she let Saol take control. She saw another clan member coming from behind the two brutes that were charging, her fangs bared as she turned the slide on her hollowed out bone staff, the deadly blades rising from the strange mechanism inside to glitter dully in the light. Her eyes glowed cruelly as she watched Ithiel join in the fight, chasing after the intruder.

In the few seconds she'd taken her eyes off the other stranger he had charged. Saol alerted her with an angry whinny as he pawed at the ground. The tiny woman whipped her head back around, her eyes catching the sight of the stranger's club as he raised it in the air, his intent seeming to break her or kill her. She snarled as she let Saol take her away from the charging beast as she raised her staff to deflect his blow. It was a glancing hit but she learned quickly by that blow that she would probably get nowhere with this creature fighting fairly. She was a bitch, she could fight like one, dirty.

The tiny woman hissed. "Angel, some help..!" as she turned her eyes towards the male again, Saol turning sharply to keep the small riding facing her enemy at all times. She held tightly to her staff but her fingers were quickly working towards loading a dart into the shaft of her hollowed pipe. She wouldn't want to kill him, but she had no issues slowing him down with a short term poison to make him ill or impair his judgement in this fight. She was tired of fighting fairly when the world was never fair.

Ithiel de le Poer · 04-30-2012, 06:21 AM

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(--) Keeping this going! If Rose doesn't have muse for this thread anymore, perhaps it'd be okay to just assume Angel and Ithiel switch off, and Ithiel can help Zana out? Wrote this post so that can be assumed, if you want.

Ithiel is by me!

As the dusty hybrid swung wide on his horse, the other wolf came on, barreling like a train. He was utterly heedless of the mare and her rider in his path, and Ithiel saw the swing of the sword. The wolf meant to cut him down and ride straight through -- Ithiel saw this and gave a cry of frustration through his clenched teeth, digging his heels in hard. Lystra gave a surge forward and he was clear, past the wolf. A sudden red-hot line seared across his back, however, and he knew he had not altogether avoided the swing of the man's sword. He could still move, so it was little more than a flesh wound -- the location, mid-back, meant a more serious wound would have been one to paralyze him, almost certainly.

His chestnut horse trumpeted her rage and fear at the scent of blood, and plunged headlong back toward the mountain, where the dusky-furred coyote saw his companions still fighting. Lystra's sides heaved as she galloped toward the pair of coyotes engaged with the first. Ithiel had an arrow nocked in his bowstring, and he was turned in the saddle, but the big wolf was weaving, forcing his horse into a strange zigzag to throw the dusky coyote's aim.

Zana Avaya Lykoi · 05-20-2012, 09:32 PM

The Lykoi woman knew that she relied on her hidden skills for moments like this. She was not a strong and muscular as her male companions and she did better with open area fighting as well as the hidden advantages of bows, poisons and tactical likes. She was a spy and it fitted her perfectly. Now she had thrown herself headfirst into a battle she knew she couldn't win with her staff though she could outsmart the larger wolf if given the chance.

The pounding of hooves was dim in her ears as she finally was able to get the dart loaded, her muzzle dipping down to pluck the blow pipe from the thong around her neck as she twisted the staff in her hands to block once more. Saul reared then and the small woman was turned away from the attacking beast as she realized help was coming. Zana didn't wait for a moment, she let loose the tiny poisoned dart, knowing that she had pierced the beast's flesh at the close range.

Not wanting to get locked up again against the large creature she let Saul carry her away for a moment as she yelled for Ithiel. "He's been poisoned, it will slow him, but not kill him..." Her eyes were wild as she let Saul carry her back into the fray, her eyes watching the other beast moving through the woods as they protected their lands, her mind wondering what this attack was over as she snarled, turning to look towards Angel to see what danger he might be in.

Ithiel de le Poer · 05-22-2012, 05:30 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

Blood streamed from the wound upon his back, but he was still moving. There was no severe injury, just a bloody one, and one that would be a particular pain for him to clean on his lonesome. Zana's shout reached his ears and the dusty coyote nodded, too caught up in the motions of loading another arrow into his quiver. A slowed enemy was not as good as a dead enemy, and Ithiel wished to see this wolf pay for his transgressions. The dark coyote bit down on the reins and leaned back, twisting in the saddle. Lystra swung wide and he aimed, firing an arrow off at the other man. It skittered off his horse's flank, drawing a red line across the animal's hindquarters. The horse reared and screamed, tossing its head violently, but the rider held his seat all the same. A moment later, he had the warhorse under control once more, and came charging toward Ithiel. The big sword swung and the dusky coyote jerked the reins, leaning sharply over to avoid the strike. He nearly lost his own seat, but Lystra seemed to compensate for her off-kilter rider, leaning the opposite direction, and Ithiel caught his balance and righted himself again quickly.

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