m-The wrath of women
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ooc: it's killing time. Smile Boreas Camp Base.

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The tiny woman had send Helotes off with the rest of the clan. His own weapons dipped in poison to aid him in battle. She had acted as though she was content to stay within the confinement of the clan's lands, even acting as though she was going to visit Kaena and Halo in the village. It was all a lie though, a ruse to make her mate believe that she would obey. The tiny woman was not a warrior of legends but she was a force none the less. She had been armed with the bow that Alma had made for her, the bo at her back and of course a pouch full of poisoned darts. Saul knew that she was of a different mindset and had been twitching and ready for action as they pranced off into the woods towards the lands where the wolves had been camped.

She didn't need to worry about getting lost, she had been with the original party that had found the camp, it was burned in her mind just where she would be heading. The small woman was a sight on horseback though, more perched upon the stallion's back than actually riding him. She kept her ears sharp and her eyes sharper as she eased along. Her round swollen belly gave way to the truth of why she hadn't been allowed to ride along but the pygmy of the clan was known for getting her way in some manner or another, even if it did cause herself a lashing in the end. There would be no lashing this time around though, for the clan needed everyone they could muster to defeat an enemy filled with the wrath of their beliefs. She growled softly and urged Saul on.

She wasn't far behind the other members of the clan and she turned her head quickly when she heard the sound of another creature. She had known that sooner or later she would be found out by the pack or clan, but it was too late now to stop her from being a part of this.
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[/html]Unlike the other petite and very rotund scout, Wraith chose to go on foot for the attack. In the form of her father, she streaked quickly through the forests in her secui form. Even though Ithiel had been a most admirable teacher, she wasn’t comfortable enough fighting with only a bow and arrow. The possibility that she might be unarmed would leave her defenseless, as her fighting skills in her two-legged form left much to be desired. Maybe it was that she wasn’t any good at it, maybe it was because she hadn’t practiced, or maybe she just didn’t want to; either way, she preferred her much larger secui form.

Now that she was able to shift, she realized that she outmassed her own father. She had more muscle mass and was generally the average size of a coyote, which meant she would be smaller than a wolf adversary; but only if they were in the same form as she.

She could hear the quiet nudges Zana gave to her horse as they moved steadily forward. Wraith was quickly distracted by the sound of something else moving in the woods. Her ears pricked forward and her nostrils flaring, she approached with as much caution as she could muster. No matter how careful she was, she was certain that the thunderous beating of her heart would give her away. It pounded in her ears as she rounded a tree and caught sight of a wolf in its two-legged form only twenty paces away. [html]
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ooc; ramona rinne - controlled by ems.

The coyote woman trailed behind her two clan mates silently, picking her way through the underbrush. Though the pygme female lead the group on horseback, it seemed that most of them were on foot. Which was better, in her opinion. Horses could be startled and injured, and a falling horse could mean certain death to whomever was seated atop. Not to mention a horse was usually viewed as prey to the untrained eye. Her bushy tail flicked out behind her, sharp bi-colored eyes appraising the woods around them. Emmanuelle had been in enough of these skirmishes to not be afraid, except for the first initial contact she had come out winning since. This would be no different. Though there was a chain linking the two, this time they were pulling the chain towards them on their time and in their method. There would be no surprise attack, no, this is when Inferni would surprise the camp of wolves.


Echoing Wraiths thoughts, her heart hammered in her chest. A sharp inhale of breath was taken as her cold gaze settled on a light-colored wolf, accented with a thick knotted scar on her side. Her own scars tingled with recognition, this was a sign to her. This woman, though she might have won, she lost too. The scar meant someone had come out better in that moment, that the other was weak to allow it. Scars spoke stories, but today the she-yote was going to end the oppositions. Emmanuelle let her gaze move away from her enemies for but a moment, making sure the others were alright and safe thus far, for in a few moments they might all separate and get lost in the fray. She was not sighted yet, nor smelled. The woman had taken care to wash herself in the waste's ocean this morning and to roll through dirt and mud after rubbing animal pelts all over her being. As far as the other knew, she was a moving bit of forest.


Her bright hair and light pelt was a muddy brown now, her hair almost black from the mud and the plant matter she had rolled in. She was prepared, it was time. With daggers strapped to her thigh and a bow and quiver on her back she crept forward, centered on the light female she was closing in on. Using the trees and the thick bush all around the group, the crouched panther approached, notching an arrow in her bow, and letting it loose. As it was unexpected, it landed quite solidly in the she-wolves arm. A howl of pain erupted from the pale maw, alerting the others in the area of their presence. The she-wolf angrily held her arm snarled, looking for the hidden intruders. " Intruders! FUCKING KILL THEM. " Came her angry yowl, loud enough for all to hear within earshot.


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Word Count :: 406 Just saying, Valkyrie is just about useless, she might be the one who just runs around and flails.


Violence, she was surrounded by it. Valkyrie could only wonder why she lived in the demons den when she believed not in these wars that seemed to swing around just in time for Valkyrie to get comfortable in Inferni again. It made her want to leave again, to run away to somewhere where it was safe from the violence, but if she was going to get anywhere in the pack of fire and brimstone, then she needed to be able to handle it. She tried to speak reason into the group of females, she really did, from the moment they tried to leave the packlands. She spoke about how they should have stayed because of Zana's pups. How they should have stayed to protect the pack just in case they needed to. She brought up everything she could think of to get them to not go, but still they went, and Valkyrie had to follow. Her little sister was even going, and it wasn't right for her to let her sister just go off into war.

She was dressed in her shorts and a tanktop, and she brought a measly wrench as a weapon, since she didn't own any actual weapons. The peacemaker going into battle. She had a horrible feeling about this one. Her gut churned, and her tall ears were held flat against her head as she ran along her fellow Infernians. She stopped running at some point though, because she had to puke. Nothing but bile came up. Had she eaten recently? She couldn't remember, nor could she wonder long enough because the group moved on without her.

She spoke not a word since the group left Inferni, and she was almost on the verge of tears the whole time she was running with them. She had to stop for a second time. She puked again. They were close though, and she kept her distance as the others closed in on the camp. Valkyrie sniffled after she was done puking and she went down on all fours and moved towards the others. That's when the sound of an arrow slicing through the air sounded and then a howl of pain. The coywolf's ears flew straight up(dramatically too, because her ears were like huge compared to her head) and she got up, and surprisingly, she just stood there, waiting for the wolves to come through the brush.


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502. FLAIL FOR ME, VALKYRIIIIEEE~~~~
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[/html]Wraith advanced through the bushes, doing her best to keep quiet and stay low, and spotted her sister lingering behind the group. Val seemed completely dumbfounded by the entire experience. She still smelled really, really gross from when she’d thrown up, but Wraith didn’t think it would be very polite to mention it. Valkyrie was, after all, one of her most important family members and she didn’t want to go upset her. Wraith’s attention was wrenched away from thoughts of her sister when she heard someone scream in pain. Immediately, she felt the fur on the back of her neck stand up. She darted behind a tree and lowered herself to the ground. Her instincts would always be some sort of cross between a scout and a warrior: she had the scouting and spying skills that came naturally, but the skills of warfare had been ones her father had impressed upon her from a young age. So, her reaction was one of caution. She watched, wide-eyed, as the wolf screamed at the invading coyotes. Well, so much for caution.

With one last glance at her sister, she took off in the direction of the black wolf she’d spotted earlier. It seemed as though Emanuelle had the wolf’s attention for now. As she neared him, she realized that he was more of a mix of blacks, greys, and whites; and that he had a few scars here and there. Although she was in her secui form, he, a male wolf, was still quite large. She crept closer, hoping that he would not see her, but just when she thought she would be able to pounce from the undergrowth, he whipped his head around and stared her down. She flattened her ears, but then snarled once she realized what she was doing. She wasn’t a wimp! She would do this because this stupid wolf thing and his other wolf friends were hurting her clan and her family: and those were the two most important things.

She crept closer and the wolf refused to look away. Wraith wanted to turn her head to check to see if Val had followed her, but she knew that he would kill her if she did. She watched him as he watched her, hoping to spot some sort of limp or twitch, but he appeared to be in fine shape. This wouldn’t be easy.

Once she was only a few feet away, Wraith took a hold of her courage and moved quickly to attack. She was quick on her feet and could only hope that she was quicker than he. She darted to his left side and then moved to attack, feinted right, and then tried to grab his neck when he tried to push her away. Since she was so focused on biting his neck, she didn’t notice when he reared up a bit on his back legs and boxed at her with his paws, sending her tumbling down a small slope and into a thorny, nice-smelling plant. [html]
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The pygmy woman had ignored the calls of the scouts behind her as one seemed to plead and beg them to turn back. After a while it seemed that she had given up on that though. Zana had been a warrior before she had become a spy to the lands of Inferni. The beast she rode upon had been her steed then as he was now. She let her ears fold back in annoyance against her skull as the paced along, picking their way carefully through the woods. She doubted they would sneak up upon the came without anyone's knowledge but the small woman could hope, even if she knew it was in vain.

The sounds of the woods were hushed, a sure sign they were coming up onto the camp, but even with the quiet nature of the forest and knowing herself where the camp was located it wasn't needed, especially after the bitch of a creature called out warning to the rest of the camp. She snarled at this, hoping that somehow they hadn't got ahead of the rest of the two packs in the attack but she didn't care now, if they had then it would be the warning they never deserved as the clan members rode them down to their deaths.

Saul stamped his hooves and reared back, the stallion issuing a war cry as the small woman kept perched upon his frame like a monkey. She snarled and let out a yipping howl as the stallion's weight slammed to the ground as he broke into a ground eating gallop through the trees right towards another of the wolves. The pygmy woman narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of the dark hued woman who raced towards her on a horse of her own. The small woman's eyes glittered as she caught simple things about the creature that spoke of her rank in this band of wolves. She might not be keen enough to know who lead, but she was smart enough to know who healed.

The tiny woman balanced on the stallion with precise accuracy, she had only been paired with the beast for the past few years and had come to know the horse's behavior just as easily as her mate's. She caught sight of the female raise one arm, an axe with the potential to cleave her clean through shimmered dully in the dappled light as they charged right upon each other. Zana let the twin blades slide from her staff with the flick of a hand as she growled deep in her throat.

When they clashed together the stallion turned, giving Zana room to move as his muscular frame slammed into the smaller frame of the mare that the wolf rode upon. She was quick to avoid the downward thrust of the axe as the stallions moves had thrown them all off except for the small woman who had rode him into battle before. She threw her small weight into the larger beast as the axe was pinned between them, knocking both of them from their mounts as she rolled free, somehow managing to keep her weapon and rolling to her feet.

While her swollen belly left her offbalanced she was still nimble on her toes and rose swiftly to face her attacker.
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Everyone was riding off into battle before her, even her little sister had more guts than the awkward Massacre child. Could she even be labeled as such? No, she couldn't, because she was more of a De Le Poer, but even then, the families she came from were not the most happy luperci to exist. Most of them had personality disorders and ailments. Her large ears fell back on her head, and her eyes grew wide as she stood there. She felt as if she could not move, anchored in her spot. She was expecting them to come to her, and the wolves did rush through the brush, but as soon as they started to get close, her mind started to work. Run Valk, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, GODDAMNIT RUN! it took her until the hoof beats of the horses were thundering around her to actually get moving. Her swift form had her bolting from side to side, and even in her Optime form she was swift on her long legs and she had a fluid grace that was on her side on this day. She was able to get away from them, and soon she was facing other danger. She didn't realize it right away, but something within her blood was awakening, and it was saying "I want blood. I want it now". Would she ever realize that her blood was so tainted?

She ran right into the scene of a male batting her sister down to the ground. Her eyes grew wide, her ears pulled forward. She let a growl pass her lips, and before she knew it, she was charging at the beast that was much larger than the mostly coyote female. She gripped the wrench and she let a horrible snarl pass her lips. She charged, but did not make it fast enough for the male to notice her coming at him. The male went after her sister down in the ditch, and once he got down on the girl's level, he went to strike the coywolf child. Valkyrie was on her way down to the spot and once she came to the ledge that her sister fell down, the long legged woman had leaped down upon the hulking beast and she landed on his back and she started to hit him in the head with the wrench and she held onto his scruffy neck and back fur and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her balance on the wolf. She screamed as she repeatedly whacked him in the head with the wrench, and he reacted with trying to claw the woman off of him. Eventually he won with his plight to get her off of him because he fell back onto his back and basically tried to crush the De Le Poer woman.


Wraith.....Run... the woman squeeze the breath out from under the heavy male.


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ooc; so sorry.

It did not take long for the white she-wolf to spot her quarry and Emmanuelle snarled as the enemies eyes bore right through her and the other was in motion almost instantaneously. Her sword arm was out of commision and she almost looked comical, charging at the coyote with an arrow sticking out of her arm. The lessons with Helotes came to mind as she closed in and threw a solid punch at the girls face, but Emmanuelle deftly stepped to the side and jabbed her own fist into the ribcage of the opposition. A grunt was heard, then followed by another swing which caught Emma in the back of the head solidly. She fell forward onto the ground and had a split second to roll away as the she-wolf jabbed her sword into the ground where Emma had just been a few seconds ago. All of this was happening so quickly it was almost like a dance between the two woman, silent and deadly.


With swift feet she ran away, headed to a glove of trees that she could take cover in. She practically dived into a patch of bushes before rolling away, panting heavily as she strained her bodies limits. With perked ears and wide eyes she looked around, holding her breath so as to not make anymore noise. Emma caught sight of the other woman looking around, blood trailing down her arm in thick rivulets as she held her sword in her weak, unpracticed arm. As she approached the bushes the coyote lept from them, startling her enemy. The sword she had looted from her first kill was swung at the other with all of her strength and the clang between the two was almost deafening, the white wolves weapon twisting out of her hand and clattering to the ground. The look she shot Emma was pure evil and it was returned with a snarl, Emma dropping her weapon in the heat of the moment to favor one on one combat.


She leaped at the other, smashing into her shoulders and taking both of them to the ground. The coyote was on top but the wolf beneath her fought and twisted, rolling Emma over onto her side. The yearling swiped at the other woman's face with her claws and was met with a screech of pain, blood falling freely from the wounds onto the coyotes coat. Taking this moment of weakness she kicked the other woman off of her and got to her feet quickly, backing away as she breathed in and out heavily. It seemed she had blinded the woman in one eye, her claws leaving deep wounds in the others face


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Wraith is going to injure her lower left incisor. :o It's a bit wobbly now, but she'll injure it well enough to make it hurt to eat later. ouchie! (WC: 583)
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[/html]Wraith rolled and scrambled to get up, but the more she moved, the more it hurt. She thrashed and yowled in pain and tried to push herself to her feet, but instead, found the strange plants pricking her on the pads of her feet. She screeched again, louder this time, and pushed herself as far away from the plant as possible. Her paws found rigid tree roots, which made them ache, but the pain was less intense than the pain caused by the thorns.

It was then that she looked up in time to see the wolf bearing down on her, intent to finish her off. She screamed loudly and tried to push herself to her feet, but she wasn’t going to be fast enough. She was going to die. He reached out to strike her, but something stopped him instead: Valkyrie. Wraith had never thought that Val would live up to her namesake. In fact, she’d always thought that it had been a strange twist of irony. But Val screeched and hollered and beat him with her metal stick and Wraith was able to pull herself to her feet. Val shouted for Wraith to run, but she couldn’t do that. Even though Val was older, Wraith was also responsible for the safety of her family—that, and Val had just saved her. Now it was her turn.

As the wolf turned to advance on Val, Wraith ran at him with a burst of speed. Instead of jumping on his back like Val had, she instead dodged to his right and then took his back right leg between her teeth and bit. The wolf screamed and struggled against her hold, but this only made her all the more determined. She bore down harder and harder even when she felt one of her teeth start to wobble. He lashed out and Wraith finally let go. The wolf hadn’t expected this and lost his balance and fell forward. As he tumbled forward, Wraith felt his claws rake across his shoulder. Desperate to latch onto something, he dug in with his claws and Wraith howled in pain. That fucker was going to die.

With renewed vigour, she twisted to one side and let him stretch her skin taut against his claws. She repositioned herself so that she was now facing his extended foreleg. As she did this, he lost his balance completely and fell face-first into the ground, all the while maintaining his hold. She bit down on his foreleg and he screamed in pain. This time, he let go. He pulled his leg to his chest, but in that moment, he rolled over to his side. Not willing to let this opportunity go to waste, Wraith dove after him and batted his leg away with her jaws. He scrambled to pull the injured leg as far away as he could and exposed his belly. By the time he realized -- fully -- what he had done, Wraith was tearing into his stomach. She bit down and pulled with all her might and blood sprayed everywhere. He screeched even louder this time and tried to push her away, but she planted her right foreleg on his left one -- the injured one -- and tried to push his other foreleg away. Every chance she got, she swiped at his underbelly and bit at it. Eventually, she was able to get more leverage and bite down on his throat and tore. His screaming stopped. He was dead.[html]
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