the ground is breaking right under me

Salvia Eternity · 04-10-2012, 04:39 PM

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+5 Jannik, Jonas, and Kalle are the aggressors in this thread. This involves a pre-planned plot death, so unfortunately, no one will be getting a killing blow. However, you are welcome to deal semi-serious damage to the characters.

The gall of the attack had infuriated her. Salvia could not fathom the concept of strangers riding across their border. One had been killed, but he had left no identifiable marks, no scent. War was unfamiliar to her, but the air felt hot and heavy. This was nothing she had faced before and the damage had been startling. Yet the same principles she had been raised upon—discipline, self-control—forced her to go about her daily tasks with only the added air of caution.

Having finished with her duties, she had been happy to run into her father and brother. Basilaris had turned six-months not long ago, though looking at him, one might think he was older. This was due mostly to his size; this youngest member of the Eternity-D’Angelo clan was nearly fifty pounds already. His paws were huge, ungainly things, and no hint of their hybrid blood showed in him beyond a sharpness of profile that was so subtle it barely showed. The boy was smiling ear to ear, and bounding between his burly father and pale sister eagerly.

“What are we going to hunt? A bear like you and the Boss did, dad?”

The question drew a bemused snort from the eldest D’Angelo. His face was growing whiter with each passing moon, Salvia realized, and she wondered just how old he was. Certainly the bear attack had injured his hind leg some, but she imagined him (as she always had) as invincible.

“We start small, with deer,” Larkspur said flatly. “Salvia is going to help you. Your sister is the Casador, so you listen to her.”

It did not surprise her that her brother took the news in stride. Where her sisters had been spoiled by their sex, Basi had been taught the rules of the Family quickly and harshly. Salvia would not have allowed it otherwise, and was pleased her father had agreed. While he had a soft spot in him for his daughters, Basi was special. His fur alone spoke of this. Even Wretch had not been the spotless white that this youngest boy was.

They came to the forest shortly, and it was here that the first true lessons began. Salvia and Basi split from their father, circling further east. Wordlessly, Salvia had the boy imitate her steps. He was noisier then she, but this was expected. By the time they had found the trail, he had begun imitating her well enough that they grew closer then she had expected. Hunched low to the ground, she indicated a smaller, younger looking doe.

The herd suddenly spooked, bolting into the forest. Salvia tensed as an unfamiliar scent rushed over her. It was not the first time, and suddenly she realized that they were not alone. “Run!” She barked at her brother, and rose to her full height. The sling holding her hair up was pulled free and a stone was drawn from the bag on her hip. A loud warning howl was given as the charging horses broke from the treeline. Salvia gaped openly; their leader was a large scarred man wearing a burnished armor and carrying a sword and shield. The stone she whipped towards him clattered harmlessly against the shield.

“KILL THEM ALL!” He bellowed.

Harrow D'Angelo · 04-21-2012, 07:06 PM

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WC: 486 - Lemme know if this is okay and sorry 'bout the wait @_@

Idling around, the midnight girl was once again doing little more then wandering aimlessly, chartreuse and citron eyes cast up into the skies, observing the subtle movements within it, storing them to memory so that she could reproduce them later if she felt the need. More and more her love of making things and reproducing the little things around her into a useful work of art was growing; she was no fighter, no talented hunter, her capacity with words was limited and her charm short lived. All she had was her eyes, her knack for memorising things and re-producing them in an artistic manner that also served as one of the girls emotional outlets. A lot of her work often featured abstract faces of her family, Rosemary or Omitl, textured with the nature she spends much time memorising.

Despite the whispers she'd heard of what was going on, the girl couldn't get out of the fixation that this was her home and thus safe; surely no one was fool enough to go near her home, given it's reputation. Each member was strong, talented and fearsome in the young girls eyes and she had every faith in them that she would come to no harm so long as she hid within the thorns borders. Although her delusional over-confidence of her pack did not make her a fool; within her bag along with her usual art tools and Rosemary lay a small dagger she knew enough about to use to some degree if pushed. But if faced with someone of skilled she understood she would be in abit of a situation. “Ney, Omi. You think the attacks are over with now? Everything seems so peaceful” she mused aloud, bending down and scooping the lynx up, carrying her securely against her chest.

Her drifting had lead her towards the forest, entering at a pace that could only be described as half skipping, the young associate hummed as she went, completely within her own little, secure bubble. That was until she heard the howl. Head swirling to the side she stared into the trees and greenery, expecting something to emerge and eat her alive, but the was nothing despite how deceptively close the howl had sounded. Heart racing in her throat, she placed Omi down and whispered for the female lynx to stay whilst she reached into her bag and took a tentative step forward, before breaking into a full out run in the direction of the howl, unsure what she truly expected and acting nothing more on some instinct that propelled her forward.

Each breath seemed to hurt as her legs stretched to their limits, moving her as fast as they could. Half hiding behind a tree she came to a stop, her left palm flat against it's trunk as if she needed it's support. “Sister!” the word escaped her, at the top of her lungs before she could stop herself.

Yi TaeKyung · 04-24-2012, 05:33 PM

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I apologize to the max for the wait. I am ready to get on a roll…!! OuO
WC: 504

The tenebrous hybrid moved quietly through the trees. A soft breeze whispered by, tugging at her dense, dark pelt. To practice the art of War, the young woman had donned her humanesque shape, walking on two legs as the long-dead species had. Because Salvia had not required her immediate services, the Korean Jindo-wolf had trained in the early hours of the morning. She worked on power and precision, on speed and explosiveness. The shattered mind no longer comprehended the world as the mutated, humanesque wolves did. Save for her fighting, she no longer viewed the world through the eyes of a ‘Luperci,’ of a somehow more cognitive and intelligent ‘human’ wolf. Her existence was based on survival, and the way she functioned now—in Salsola as a slave—seemed to give her the best balance of survival and comfort for her training. And TaeKyung did not stop training simply because she was tired. She did not stop because her mind no longer felt a ‘higher’ sense of privilege and entitlement. She fought on because it was necessary for her survival. And she would not give up until her lifeblood was spilled upon the earth and the life was taken from her veins.

Black, horn-like auricles grew erect above her crania as the warning howl of her master rang out. Immediately the Korean was in motion, the sinew beneath her coat rippling as they generated power to move her swiftly through the trees. Salvia’s call had been one of danger. TaeKyung knew little of the pack’s dealings, as she did only what Salvia bid of her, but she had understood that recently, the boarders of Salsola had been breached. For the shattered mind, excitement was lifted by that knowledge, and her belligerence was encouraged. Sanguine jaws quivered with anticipation. Perhaps it was the season of sexual heat—and yet the carnally ignorant hybrid knew nothing of that aspect of live—or perhaps it was the promise of blood, but the wild frenzy within that dark soul haunted by the Pied One was infuriated.

She set foot within the ring as the enemy’s bellow pounded the air. Lunar orbs noted the presence of young, ranked Salsolans. From her encounter with Magnolia, and from the punishment she had received from the hand of that female, she had learned the consequence of ignoring all but Salvia. The Korean moved to place herself between the nearest youth—a black female with chartreuse and citron eyes, and took a stand. The golden septum ring glinted dully in the light as those sanguine jaws snarled at the intruders. The black plume waved behind her, and yet remained submissive in the presence of the Family. Flattened ears pressed forward—expressing aggression and yet kept the Taekwondo fighter inferior. And the black one did not attack. Fathomless, lunar orbs, narrow and exotic for their ethnic beauty, glowed with a white-hot flame as she sized up the enemy. Like an attack dog, she waited—eagerly with belligerent anticipation—for Salvia to set her loose.

Salvia Eternity · 04-25-2012, 01:10 AM

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Kalle will be running around the outskirts before grabbing Basi and taking off.

These men were strangers to her. Salvia did not know them and could only recognize that they were wolves, they were armed, and something sharp and heavy struck her hard in the shoulder. She scrambled to the side and avoided the true force of the blow, narrowly avoiding a tree as she wove backwards and began to run. Someone was screaming for her, and another voice was bellowing—her father, somewhere. Instinctively she moved for him, thinking of her brother.

A black shadow flickered in her vision and she saw the slave come to aid her sister. Where was the third attacker? Where was her father? To answer this she saw a massive shape of midnight and moon-white burst from the underbrush. He collided with the man with the sword and a horse shrieked.

“TaeKyung!” She roared, mid-stride. “Keep her safe! Kill them!” Simple orders. She couldn’t think. Where was her brother?

A brown wolf on horseback wheeled on her. He was armed with a contraption she did not recognize, but the sharp twang warned her what to expect as an arrow shot by her head. Infuriated, Salvia rushed for him. She was knocked aside as his horse charged past and a savage kick shoved her to the ground. Someone was screaming; she heard the boy but did not see him. Madness took her and she ran towards the closest body—that of the armored man struggling to hold his ground against the colossus that was her father.

Harrow D'Angelo · 04-27-2012, 11:21 PM

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WC: 323 - If i've read things correctly, atleast one's still on horseback yes? Guessing one of them rode over to Harrow when she fell, horse crushing her left arm; feel free to PP Harrow/situation as you see fit. *not fussed so long as her left arm gets done in* Her dagger woulda fallen near her; i'm cool with any injuries to Harrow, so long as they aren't to her face ^^

This wasn't reality but a nightmare playing out before her eyes, any moment she'd wake up heart racing and breath caught in her throat, feeling stupid. The denial spread through her as she remained anchored to the spot, mouth open a fraction as vibrant eyes just watched the scene play out, horrified and yet fixated, unable to turn away. Forcing herself to turn away from what was before her, she looked helplessly to the dark female before her, unsure when exactly the slave had gotten there, Salvia's words wrong through the air and took a moment to sink into the girl. With sharp, jerky movements her head shook from side to side, black curls spraying out with the movement, No, no, no, no repeatedly she whispered the word, as if by doing so everything would become right.

Lifting her head she stared at the slave, unsure what the hell to do or what was going on, only that she wasn't the one needing or even deserving of some slaves protection; the black coated woman should be protecting Salvia and everyone else. No! she shouted the word, her choice made she stepped away from the protection of the tree, shakily holding her feeble dagger in one hand she ran off after Salvia, ignorant of what was going on around her. Don't worry about me, Salvia and everyone else comes first she shouted to the slave, eyes only seeing her sister who seemed too far away. Stepping out she caught her own leg, falling heavily to the ground, arms spread out either side of her.

A pressure built along her left arm, building and turning into a burning pain, leaving her little option but to scream helplessly, as the useless child she was. It was pathetic, but her talents lay in art and design, not in combat. She was no hero, she couldn't save anyone; heck, she couldn't even run far without tripping herself up.

Yi TaeKyung · 04-30-2012, 04:35 PM

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PM me if anything isn’t correct with how you set it up, Mel! And I hope this is okay, Kitty.... And here is a video for a ‘jumping spinning hook kick,’ or what I will call, ‘Jumping Wheel Kick’ Click!
WC:511

TaeKyung’s dark auricles swiveled to catch her master’s order. The slave herself offered no response to her master, but would acknowledge and obey with her actions. And yet, the slave hesitated, desiring to depart from the young one’s side. An arrow nearly caught Salvia in the head, but for luck it simply flew by, hitting only empty air. As Salvia was thrown to the ground, TaeKyung shifted as if to move and attack the earthen-hued opponent who rode the prey-beast. The Jindo blood within the black one compelled loyalty to her master, and the Slave of the Flame felt a cold compulsion to rush to Salvia’s side and fight. But the shrill scream of the child at her back held her fast, as if her throat were bound by an invisible leash that had been passed from Salvia to the young, ranked girl. A growl of frustration erupted from the Korean’s throat as she wheeled around, following first and foremost the orders of her one and only master.

Lunar orbs were aflame with the heat of battle, the desire to fight filling her with a seemingly unquenchable, sanguine thirst. But this child came first—detestable youth. The slave covered the distance between herself and the child with lightning haste, grasping the fallen child with strong, worn fists. The gesture could have been mistaken for kindness, but there was no kindness or warmth within the martial artist’s touch. Lifting the young girl to her feet, the Korean woman manage to scoop up the fallen blade with two free fingers. TaeKyung kept those white orbs lowered—indeed, she kept her attention mostly upon the attackers. Calloused hands thrust the blade into the girl’s right hand and helped to wrap her fingers tightly about the handle. This was a time to fight. With the girl on her feet and armed again, the slave felt that the girl was safe enough for her to turn her back—and so she did. The slave wheeled about to face the attackers once more, and yet she placed herself between the danger and the child.

As Salvia and her father focused on an armored opponent, TaeKyung took to the earthen-hued enemy. The Slave snarled a wild cry, openly challenging the thing upon the prey-beast. As he rushed her, she slid to the side before throwing her body up in the air, twisting in a deliberate and powerful way as she aimed her jumping wheel kick to his head. It was an attempt to knock him off his horse and hopefully knock him unconscious. If she missed, the Korean would land and move, always stable upon her feet. Snarling, she would challenge the horse as well, grasping the halter and turning its head abruptly to one side as if to turn it in another direction. Unmerciful claws would tear into the horse’s soft and muscular neck flesh, causing blood to fall upon the battlefield. And yet the circumference, deliberately too small, would cause the horse to fall on his side, for a moment causing chaos for the brown-hued opponent.

Salvia Eternity · 05-09-2012, 10:33 AM

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I'll Preybot the rest of this thread out--Jannik is the one slated to die, but Kalle can also be killed. His horse should escape, however.

Over and over again, the massive black beast of Salsola wheeled and launched itself at the armored man. He was bleeding heavily, orange eyes burning. Deep pink foam lined his teeth, which snapped and came down on metal with enough force to dent it. Some pieces were simply torn away—in the process, though, the sword stabbed and slashed mercilessly. Larkspur felt nothing. He was a machine, a weapon, and he would defend his children against this threat regardless of the cost. He would defend Salsola.

Salvia was doing what she could, but her attention could not focus solely on the fight. Her brother was calling, but his voice sounded strange. The blonde girl whipped her head around and saw why; the dark faced wolf had managed to somehow grab him in the chaos. Basi was bleeding and struggling atop the horse, and Salvia watched in horror as a savage blow to his head brought forth blood.

“No!” She shrieked.

Something cold and sharp forced itself into her chest. Salvia let out a breath of air and felt white hot pain begin above her heart and spread like wildfire. The pressure was yanked away and something hot and wet began to cover her chest. Vaguely, she was aware that it was blood. Then everything went dark.

Preybot · 05-09-2012, 10:36 AM

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(--) Oh stealing Sie's set up because I caaaan ♥

Jannik Anders

Jannik let out a cry of victory and watched as the pretty she-wolf collapsed to the ground. He had no time to bask in his victory, however—a savage roar cut through his thoughts just as quickly as teeth and claws sunk into the damaged armor. He did not fear this, but a massive weight was upon him, and this was what made fighting so dangerous. Above him was a beast, black and white and covered in blood, and he imagined that any sort of hell demon might look like such a thing.

He stepped back and swung, sword striking deep in the shoulder of the massive animal. Blood gushed as he drew back but even this did not slow the attack. Several hundred pounds of mass launched itself upon him. Before he knew it he was staggering, falling, and hit the ground. Desperation took him. Jannik thrust with his sword but a gigantic paw came down on his chest, forcing the blow to the side. It struck against the beast’s arm, again drawing blood, again wounding him, but even this did not stop the attack.

In a rage, Jannik screamed and continued to struggle, continued to strike and stab and cut even as his armor was crushed, bit by bit, under the weight of the animal. He felt something snap and knew it was a rib, then another. He howled, no longer just in anger, but now in pain.

Kalle Niko

He had missed the blonde girl, but the pretty dark one was right ahead. This would be too easy; she had already fallen. An arrow was notched into the crossbow, though he struggled with loading it. Despite his familiarity with the weapon there was still time needed to load the pressurized thing. By the time he had managed it, he was nearly upon the child.

The arrow flew just as he steadied it, hoping to strike the fallen child and wound her. She was pretty, of course, but one could not overlook that she was a hybrid—she was very petite, very pointed in the face. He aimed for this, but the horse was jerking under him and the shot was flawed. A black form launched forward, throwing itself in a spinning movement that surprised him. She came for him, though, and this he understood.

An arm went up to protect himself but the force was still felt. He struggled to stay in his saddle and felt the horse turn sharply, pulled by the reins and yanked hard by the force of the attacker. It screamed under him and staggered, and only then did his balance give way to the falling animal.

Kalle struggled for his feet, forgoing the archery for the sword on his side. He managed to draw it and swing up, as if to wield off whatever might come. Behind him another horse was charging, but it was Jonas, rushing towards him. He was carrying a white form and swinging his sword, but it was a single attack and one not meant to truly offer assistance—the man and horse charged on and away, into the forest.

Harrow D'Angelo · 05-18-2012, 02:54 PM

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WC: 291 - So sorry about the wait; as said above feel free to have her do whatever :3

Small, breathless whimpers heaved their way from her chest, the midnight girl curling up into herself and hugging her burning arm to her chest, endless keening sounds escaping her with every small movement which caused pain to erupt throughout her. Despite how much she wanted to go to her sister and aid her she couldn't move, couldn't do little more then voice her pain and horror, panic flooding her throat and clouding her mind; attacks like this weren't meant to happen, they were safe, this was her home, her haven from the evil that lurked outside. It was wrong for them to be here, within the packs borders hurting her family. Further and further she fell into her senseless panic, to the point it threatened to completely consume her; but a hand, something grasping her and refusing to allow her to fall drew her back to reality, back to the horrors she so desperately wanted to believe we a nightmare she would wake up to.

Numb to the world she allowed the woman to handle her and sort her out, unable to do anything or function on her own just yet. Something was thrust into her right hand, dark fingers wrapping around and grasping it on reflex alone. Lowering her eyes she looked to her hand, taking a moment to realise it was her dagger before vibrant greens flicked up, more focused now. Taking in the situation, watching helplessly as everyone else was doing something while she stood there, already broken and holding her feeble dagger. A child lost in the truth of the adults world and combat, What do I do?! she called out, hoping desperately someone would answer her and tell her what she was meant to be doing.

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