defenders
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The world was dangerous.

Others might get caught up in that fact, letting it drive them into cracks where they’d live and die in darkness and fear. Still others responded to danger by becoming dangerous themselves, turning into dark husks that turned a cold shoulder on others in need and spilling blood before theirs could be spilled.

Skoll was neither kind. He wanted to make himself dangerous, but he was driven to protect those who had already been hurt by the cruelty out there. His aged and innocent mother had been brutally attacked, as well as the huntsman of their pack. His eyes had been opened to what the world really was outside of storybooks, and his priorities had been set straight. While a few weeks ago he’d been content with moodily stomping around the Kingdom and avoiding his family, he was ashamed of what he’d been like and wanted to set things right. He needed to become a soldier defending Cour des Miracles, a protector of the weak, like the heroes in the storybooks. He didn’t think he could distinguish all the evil in the world, but he would damn well try to keep the lands around his home safe.

The creamy-yellow wolfdog had adopted his bulky secui form for this patrol, one that took him deep into Seabreeze Brink and now bumped him up close to the Cercatori d’Arte borders. He’d noted the smell of the boundary when he first approached it, but with his mind focused on rooting out whatever dangers could be lurking in the thick woodlands, he didn’t realize just how close he had come to the lands. He lurked in the vicinage of the artisan pack, his footfalls heavy and his green eyes darkly searching for a threat.


Word Count → 000

Short intro post, here ya go!


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Word Count → 307 :: Hurgh, you;ve waited far too long for this reply, sorry :<


Once upon a time Keldava had been brave. She had wandered the lands of her home freely and without fear, ranging wherever her curiosity and whims took her unless a pack had happened to settle there. Then she had run afoul of a trader named Amy and all her bravery and explorative spirit had been stripped away from her. Now it took all of Keldava’s “bravery” to just lurk scarcely a quarter-mile from the Arte borders, venturing outwards to drink from a small stream.


It was her Secui form that Keldava chose to prowl today. An unusual choice; Keldava’s Secui form was powerful as was plain by the muscles that were clearly visible underneath her pelt but she tired quickly in it. The four legged form was slightly easier on the wounds on her back, though actually shifting had been agonising enough that she had nearly passed out, but Lupus would probably have been more practical. Still the Secui form made Keldava feel more secure; between the feeling of power in her limbs and her teeth and claws, abnormally long and sharp even by the standards of the Halfling form, Secui was likely her most dangerous form at the moment. It made her feel a tiny bit safer.


Keldava was halfway home when her half-mast ears perked up, catching some unidentifiable sound. Keldava stopped sudden in her tracks and started to scan her head around, silently cursing the thick scent of her own blood which spilled freshly from the raw wounds on her back, fogging her senses and making her an easy mark for anyone trying to track her. Then her eyes caught a flash of yellow fur through a bush and all rational thought fled Keldava’s mind except for one name, Amy


Snarling Keldava launched herself forwards, crashing through the bush with claws and teeth outstretched.


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It was not long before Skoll began to sense that something was wrong, but it took him quite a while to pinpoint what the matter was. When he did, his nostrils flaring, he froze and turned his head slowly from side to side; he could smell blood, canine blood, and that was never a good thing.

His heart throbbed a frantic beat in his ribcage, and he let his claws sink into the ground as he tried to steady himself and breathe deeply. He thought of his mother lying injured, each gasp an effort, and of the mohawked male limping tortuously down the stairs. His ears flattened against his broad secui skull, and a rumble came up from his chest.

And then—Skoll was ambushed! He barely had time to grunt when a large, dark shape came lunging from the foliage. The form struck him, sending him rolling, but he quickly snarled and aimed a heavy paw at the face of his attacker, hoping to smack them senseless. He regained his footing shortly after, his hackles rising and his bristling tail curled high over his back, saliva dangling in strings from his gnashing jaws, until suddenly his green eyes widened with recognition and he was only a startled boy with drool hanging from his lips.

“Hey, hey, you!” the young warrior barked in eloquent surprise, and threw his whole muscular body backwards in case the girl didn’t recognize him so quickly. Blood dripped from her fur, and he was worried that he’d hurt her somehow, even if he couldn’t see any cerise staining his paws.



Word Count → 000

Bah maybe moved this too quickly but w/e. ;__;


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