war with me, young heartless

Sirius Revlis · 04-11-2012, 11:20 AM

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For the fourth strike group that is with me! Backdated APRIL 9th.

The entire Kingdom was on edge. The Revlis man could feel tension radiating from the Family, a tension that radiated in his muscles and in his blood. There was a deep, unsettled fury within the King; it grated against him that, again, his borders had been breached, and that again, Salsola seemed to be facing a nameless enemy.

Time was fickle. Those that had not been involved in the attack continued about their business, but since hearing of it, Sirius could not settle. Three had found purchase on one border, and had it not been for the presence of Imhopet, Tlantli, her brother and the Erischild, perhaps they wouldn't have been discovered. Their territory was littered with traps, but their borders could not be patrolled ever second of every day. The source of this new dissent had to be found, and eliminated.

Sirius had been mulling over his prospects. Inferni lay to the east; the Salsolan King's network of eyes and ears had revealed that Ezekiel, too, had been afflicted with this faceless band of marauders. The green-eyed devil had already decided that he would need to meet with the other man; Perhaps he should find Itachi, and have a crow sent to the Aquila requesting such a meeting...

The man was headed towards the Lykoi male's residence from the outskirt borders when awareness filtered through him; A sense of wrongness that enveloped his entire being, forcing all hair to stand on end. The male was traveling in his four-legged form, having found such a thing prudent for speed for as long as Luna was un-ridable. This form was more feral, and it sensed the invaders before their scent betrayed them.

A white-hot rage whipped through him, instantly dying down to the cold simmer of a ruthless killer. The male's form rippled, twisting out grotesquely as muscles expanded, the surge of adrenaline fueling the change and making it speedy. His Secui form was familiar to the beast now, and he tipped back his head to release a sharp, ringing cry of command even as, somewhere nearby, Salvia's call similarly rose to haunt the still air. From the nearby trees came the rumbling of hoofbeats, and three riders burst into view; a large grey male atop a bay stallion, flanked by two women, one on a fiery chestnut and the other riding a dusky dun. Sirius' huge Secui body lowered itself to a crouch, preparing for the onslaught as a terrible snarl rumbled from his throat. His piercing eyes settled on the male in the middle, and yellow fangs flashed as the beast leapt forward into action.

Ezequiel Isoko · 04-12-2012, 06:23 PM

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Ezequiel goes for the left raider and throws two knives towards the middle one. /+352

Salsola. Attacked.

The very thought of it was enough to have Ezequiel raging with indignant anger. Ezequiel had chosen Salsola as home to him and his sister because it was strong and safe, allowing him peace of mind that his sister would be well protected without him holding a constant guard.

While the recent attack hadn't threatened Anita directly the thought of it, a place he had chosen specifically because it would be safe getting attacked, almost had Ezequiel running out in search of those who attacked his new home. Fortunately Ezequiel's logical mind won through, pointing out the fallacy of attacking an entire group of canines by himself so instead the hybrid restrained himself to pacing along the borders restlessly.

Ezequiel was meandering through the forest, making his way to the borders to do just that, when the call echoed through the territory; they were being attacked again. Ezequiel dashed towards the nearest of the calls and reached the company of a hulking male, brown fur ragged along his neck in a way that betrayed his use of the Secui form, just in time to witness three riders bursting from a nearby treeline.

Ezequiel growled low in his throat at the foreign smells that accompanied the sight but hung back as the male, who he recognised by scent but not sight as Sirius, the pack's alpha, rushed forwards. None of Ezequiel's forms, least of all his lean Optime form, possessed the brute strength to deal with horses at full speed.

Instead he started throwing knives as quickly as he could. Two made their way towards the center wolf to aid his leader while three more were directed towards the leftmost target. Rather than the wolf Ezequiel instead aimed for the eyes and neck of the horse; trying to spook and slow the animal.

Ezequiel followed shortly behind his knives, moving rather than waiting to see if his thrown weapons had any effect, whipping his staff off his back Ezequiel dodged to the side as he approached the horse, silver blade glinting through the air as Ezequiel's long weapon swung towards the rider."

Itachi Lykoi · 04-14-2012, 07:24 AM

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sorta pp China being home, let me know if it aint ok.

The Lykoi’s blonde, narrow muzzle lifted in silent response to a most uncharacteristic call from his superior; the man whose fist had struck his face and offered China permanent safety within the thorny Kingdom. He would be grateful for what had been done, and Sirius’ voice announced an unacceptable thing. He rose: hybrid audits of spun gold vertical on top of his dark blonde head, forming a mock crown. Calmly, he rose from his seat and retrieved his weapon from the corner of the still not entirely homely cabin he and the silvery girl were renovating. China’s ears had heard the calls of distress as well, but these weren’t fights she could join. ”Stay here,” he breathed, turning away from beautiful blue before he exited their home.

There would be more than two hotspots, as Salvia’s rallying cry had sounded more distant. His King was somewhere nearby, and that enemy would be the closest to the songbird that he couldn’t lose. Before he exited the yard that would bear flowers come summer, he paced to the bird cages and opened them to the sound of the flapping of ebony wings. If not more, they could at least offer control of enemy locations. The bird that China had name sought to settle on its usual spot on his shoulder, but he waved it away, for this wasn’t going to be the usual walk along well used paths.

The black fabric of his cloak flapped about his ankles as he picked up the pace, the katana following as a natural extension attached to his arm. He knew the calm before the storm, but did not fear approaching disaster. It wasn’t the first time violent creatures had found Salsola, but Itachi had not been within the lands at the time of the attack in the past. The chance to taste blood was not to be frowned at.

Three horses and their riders, flying knives and violent fangs. Sunset eyes naturally fixated on the riding woman with the least attention from Sirius and the doggish man he had yet to interact with. The Lykoi’s pace sped up as he darted towards the horse, adopting a similar approach as the other optime, focusing on the mount rather than the rider during first round. As he neared enough to risk falling under the charging horse, he dodged to the side at the last moment and slashed at the mount’s foreleg with the intention to maim. He desired to see the horse fall and throw its rider.

Sirius Revlis · 04-16-2012, 04:20 AM

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We have no planned kills in this thread, but you are allowed to have your character contact the warring NPCs! <3 The lady on the left that Ezequiel has engaged with is Maaike Jari, and she is riding a bright chestnut horse, and the one on the right is Simona Van Dael, and she is riding a dark bay dun. Simona's horse can be killed, as she will be fleeing the scene on foot (to later be caught in a trap along the borders). The other two will be fleeing on horseback, so while their horses can be wounded and they can be dismounted for some of the fighting, it would be a good idea to leave them about to re-mount and retreat towards the end of the thread. You can take a look at the characters here.

The muscles in his body were smooth and hard, long and lean like iron. In this form, he was a creature built to enact death's wishes - A reaper in mortal form, lithe and deadly.

Even so, the mounted man had the advantage. Sirius knew this, even as he charged forward. Evolution had allowed them a two-legged form, had allowed them the intellect and adaption necessary to enslave lesser creatures, such as the equines these strangers rode. The virus had given them the ability to conceptualize weaponry, fatal things that went beyond the teeth and claws they were born with. All of these betterments made the mounted male that Sirius charged for greater, in chance, than he.

Yet, there was one thing working in the secui male's favor - His mind. It was a devilish thing, capable of great and astonishing complexity, and even when in this form it worked with the fervor of fabled machinery, terrible and wonderful. Instincts buried deep in his very blood bubbled forth, and this wicked mind took sucked them in, manipulated them to appropriate ends. The dark beast's stride lengthened, the distance between himself and the three mounted aggressors shortening, their triumphant, arrogant calls ringing in his dark ears.

Suddenly, the air above him rippled, and the grey man's bay stallion shrieked in fear and pain as it stumbled. A knife had sliced the beast's chest, and red blood oozed down one foreleg as the horse cried out in terror. Dark ears flicked back, but the King had no time to see who had come to his aid - he could not risk looking back to check, could not miss the opportunity this presented. The beast instead flattened his run to a sprint - two massive strides before his muscles contracted, and with the grace of a large cat Sirius leapt at the foundering horse. His huge secui frame twisted in the air, claws and teeth reaching for the surprised man in the saddle, momentum tearing him from the back of his mount and throwing both two-legged and four-legged creatures to the ground. Sirius hit the ground hard; His lungs wheezed, and his vision dimmed for just a second. Then he was rolling, regaining his feet, whipping about to face the man he had just downed.

Vaguely, he was aware of the presence of two others; One, the monarch was relatively sure was Itachi, and the other smelt of Salsola but was unfamiliar.

Itachi Lykoi · 04-30-2012, 09:08 PM

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Skipping Ezequiel.

The golden Lykoi was not accustomed to genuine battle like his darker coloured warrior-mother, but he had tasted it enough to climb above the average optime in his skill with the weapon he so cunningly had retrieved from the heart of Inferni during the prominent blizzard previous February. His inability to know fear turned into strength at this moment, for there was much space for cold, calculated thought behind the empty scarlet of his eyes.

A terrible shriek escaped the mount engaged by his sword, and he knew the horse would stumble and fall before it happened. The sudden taste of red in the air was sweet on his tongue. Alert eyes followed as the horse’s red gushing forelegs gave into gravity, falling heavily onto the ground and throwing off its rider because of the harsh halt. Blond ears flattened with effort to shut out the sound of more than one injured mounts, and his eyes focused on the female optime alone.

The lady had a shield, but not currently equipped, as it had been thrown off together with her, and been flung a few spaces away from her. Spears remained attached to her fallen steed, and he blocked off her direct path to them as he darted in between the woman and the horse. She would spend precious seconds recovering from being thrown off so brutally, but he could see her hand reach out for the sword by her side already. Rising his now bloodstained katana, swift and pale feet brought him up close and the angry song of metal against metal rung in his ears.

The woman had lived for many years, and was on the brink to be perceived as old. But Itachi rarely underestimated his opponents. Their weapons clang together several more times, and the woman had gained her footing and was swiftly backpedalling as he dealt aggressive blows. Sunset eyes saw that her backward route was deliberate, and a moment after doing a swift roll as he slashed after her, she got back up on her feet with her shield safely in her left hand. It would make matters a little bit more problematic.

Sirius Revlis · 05-23-2012, 12:32 PM

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So sorry for my slow, Bri. Looks like it's just you and me - May as well try and wrap this up, ASAP?

He was aware of contact being made around him - Those who belonged to him were engaging with the intruders. Their successfulness was yet to be determined, and Sirius had only eyes for the man he had targeted. He had been torn by the beast's lunge from his saddle, and while his mount shrieked it's terror, the man - clearly trained for such battle - had managed to roll out of his landing.

The two faced each other, now; One bearing a short-bladed sword and a small dagger, and the other a bloodied grimace full of huge yellowed teeth.

They lunged simultaneously, neither desired to wait for the other to make the first move. The deadly dance was almost poetic; But the large two-legged male was too slow, Sirius thought contemptuously, too burdened by his own weight and the weight of his clothing, his weapons, his inability to adapt to this sudden turn of events. Surely, the trio had expected to hold some manner of surprise over the defendants - Perhaps, they had expected creatures weaker than the Salsolans, creatures that would crumble in immediate defeat and relent their land and their lives to these would-be conquerors.

He was fueled with rage by the thought. Lithe body twisted, barely evading a dangerous dagger-lunge, as jaws found purchase on the wrist of the man's sword-hand. There was a crunch of little bones, as the steel traps clamped shut, and a pained howl came from the invader. Warm blood rolled, rusty, on his tongue, but the vicious joy was stolen away by a sharp pain of his own; The dagger sliced at his underside, scoring a long laceration just behind one foreleg. A furious snarl bubbled from the full maw of the wicked King, and he released his hold and staggered back. Instantly, the man was back at his horse, clumsily remounting as he held his ravaged, bleeding arm. "Retreat!" Came the hoarse cry, almost drowned out by the maddened growl of Sirius, who had come again to snap at the heels of his fleeing mount.

Itachi Lykoi · 06-16-2012, 02:38 PM

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Apologies for wait :c Itachi will keep following the blood trail, and will eventually run into Pandemic and learn that the woman was caught in a trap and was captured.

Age and experience would set her above him in skill and technique, but his inability to let the heat of the moment and feelings get into play. Within, he was cold and empty, and it allowed his body to move without the fragment of delay commonly caused by emotions. The katana continued to stab at her, but was repeatedly blocked with the shield she had reclaimed from the ground. But she could be defensive and offensive simultaneously, and as she too managed to lash out and force red weeping lines upon his body, he repaid her dearly. Scarlet eyes were fully focused on the wolfess, and it was only barely his audits recognized a stranger’s cry for retreat.

Although his youth allowed for swifter reflexes and more muscle behind his movement, her successful strikes had been clever and had him at an increasing blood loss. The woman’s response to the cry was instant, and unfortunately, so was Itachi’s. As she turned, the katana slyly stabbed forward, biting into her side and twisted. The female cried out and dropped her defensive weapon, but adrenaline seemed to give her wings despite the freshly inflicted wound. It probably hadn’t pierced any vital organs, but it was deep and would bleed heavily.

The coywolf moved in pursuit, but was suddenly all too aware of his own injuries. There was nothing critical about his status, but much of his golden figure was glistening with red, and he understood that he didn’t have the strength to chase after her without too much effort. He followed a few steps, longing eyes tracing her fleeing back. But he knew his limits, and behind him there was a consistent scream that he had been deaf to until now. Turning around, Itachi calmly paced over to the wolf’s abandoned horse. Its injuries were great, and it was in pain. A shame, really. With both hands on the blade’s handle, he pushed the sword deep into the suffering herbivore’s heart.

Still bleeding, he turned back and started to follow the red stained ground after the injured female that had fled. With his lucky stab, he thought it was likely that she was to bleed out before he, and so he would follow the red spotted trail she had unwillingly left behind for him in his own pace.

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