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Large round paws thundered across the open plain. It was a mere gale, lacking trees and opening the ground to the morning’s bright sun. She powered through the drifts of snow, small mounds of wind blow flakes that few into the clear air as she hit them with her wide chest. Rolling over the small hill that brown pup stood, ear standing strait waiting for the sound of the invisible invader that she fought.
Never had she been so brave, chasing it from the lake’s edge all the way to the territories boarder. Waking with the sun’s dawn, she watched as the streaking light chased the shadows from every corner. They were friends, she and the large orange globe. They had spent many a morning fighting the darkness of night, sending it to bed for the day. But, she had sworn that there had been something else, with an evil aura. The violet eyed fey was determined to send it back to where ever it had come from.
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Maybe Jazper comes in after the next two replies, just before Brennt bites down? If you had something else in mind, let me know!
Brennt had been walking near the edge of the pack's land for some time, and as yet had gone undetected. That wasn't difficult, since wolf packs needed so much territory to feed themselves, and there were generally wide swathes of perimeter that went unguarded. This was an important fact to know for one who hunted alone...it was dangerous to go onto a pack's land, but claimed territory almost always had the best prey, and usually made for good pickings if the watch wasn't around to stop a lonely predator from taking his fill.
There was more to his venture here than just prey, though. This place had a particular warmth about it that Brennt enjoyed, something he hadn't felt anywhere else so far in his exiled travels. The air was warmer, nicer in his nose. Nonetheless, the scents of this place were not the most intriguing thing to Brennt this morning. Something far more enticing emerged as he breathed deep, and his dull yellow eyes shot open and searched out through the sparse forest. Another wolf. Young. He padded quietly forward, head low, broad shoulders shifting faster as he took his trespass deeper still into the land of Crimson Dreams. His dull yellow eyes focused on the small form before him. From a shadow set deep between two trees, persistent against the rising sun, he spied the little girl, battling the dark in the early morning light.
Something slow but insistent began swimming murkily through his thoughts, something deep and something frightening, nightmarish and intent on its purpose. The dullness in his eyes did not leave this time, Brennt had done this twice now, enough to know how without throwing away the face he wore for society. Dim in wit and slack in expression, he slowly emerged from the tree, his eyes seeming almost lazy while his body was taught and ready to strike. While there was no excitement in those eyes, those deceptively stupid eyes, the body's forward motion was very gradually ratcheting up. The gray and brown wolf slowed to a halt nearby the child, slaver dripping from his loose, black lower-lip. He said nothing, only stared intently, dimly, at the little girl, helpless before him.
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There was a smell, that didn’t belong. Dark nose rose to the coming wind, taking it in and letting her mind ponder over it. Her tail wagged, as her curiosity rose. It was harsh, and as she realized what it might be her tail drooped. Violet eyes looked around, no longer curious but only confused. The invisible foe, the stranger had gained a smell and thus came to life.
He came at her, standing before her as if he had appeared out of the very shadow she was chasing. Sun hued eyes looked to her, though held none of the vibrancy the orb did. The young wolf took a step backward. Too brave to run, Mati stood what ground she could muster but the fu ralong her spine rose.
A weary growl escaped her chest, warning him that he didn’t belong.
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I apologize if the quality of my writing has fallen somewhat. Finals are near, and there are at least two other factors that are dragging me down over the last few days. I think I'll be in better sorts as the thread wears on =) As for Jazper, I was thinking maybe he knocks Brennt right off of his feet, then makes sure Mati is okay, and Brennt uses that opportunity to shift?
Brennt stood wordlessly before the small girl, breathing heavily, the warm air from his lungs crystalizing in the frigid air, becoming a steamy cloud as it hit her fur. The thought of her smelling his breath, of the association between her nose and his insides, lit up his brain, and his slavering maw drew up into a feral grin, a show of genuine excitement and childlike glee. He considered saying something to her, but he decided against it. Besides, he couldn't make words right now, anyway. He was preoccupied, and it was hard to make words.
Despite his smiling mouth and bared fangs, looking into his eyes was like seeking a reflection in a stagnant pond...opaque, its surface still, coated perhaps with stale growth, not the crystal-clear and reflective surface of a healthy stream. A wolf couldn't see through those eyes, couldn't find what was beyond them. Like a shark, whose eyes were blank, belying the massive, dreadful hunger which commanded the beast's teeth, the yellow irises of Brennt's spoke nothing of the primitive, hungry monster beneath.
With a low bark, the large wolf reared up onto its hind legs, head tilted to the side to take the neck of the pup in its jaws, preparing to come down and press it into the dirt and snow with all the monster's weight. It would crush the throat against the ground and between its teeth, and it would shake her, shake her violently and continually until whatever mewling she could manage in answer to the pain was silenced. Then, in that golden, wordless silence, Brennt would eat, and he would be pleased with his meal.
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Your writings wonderful!
He was a giant, standing over her as she stared up at him. Her feeble attempt to warn him, show that she belonged and he didn’t was useless. Not heeding her growl, he only advanced. Her smallest ounce of courage was smothered, as her came at her. Mati cried, a sharp piecing yelp that rose violently from her throat. Never had a beast come at her with such ferocity, and never had fear rise in her so quickly. The beast fall onto her, and all the large pup could do was tumble backwards in hopes of avoiding the saliva covered fangs that came for her throat.
Pressure could be felt, along the nape of her neck. The thick scruff screamed in pain as the pale teeth scrapped its surface. Mati shut her eyes, letting another cry escape her mouth. How quickly the situation developed and so suddenly threatened her short life would always be a mystery. The pup felt herself become weightless in his jaws, mimicking the hold of a mother carrying her young, but only deadly.
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Rolling over in bed he felt for Garnets warm body and grabbed only air. She had not been in when he had fallen asleep but she was always back before day break. Sitting up a large yawn pulled at his jaw muscles. It was definitely time for breakfast! Standing up he lazily dragged his body to a dresser and pulled out his knife belt, then headed down the stairs out the door. The coal giant found that breakfast was always better served chilled. The morning air was cool to his ever shedding thick coat. Over the past week the once thick coat had turned into patches of a thin prickly coat. Jazper always liked they way his summer coat looked. While his winter fur was puffy and thick his summer dressing was a soft thin layer, almost looking like tiny needles to the eyes. However, there was still a need for some warmth yet.
At he neared the boarder he let out another yawn. It seemed he was once more the first one to to a circle check of the pack. It was a boring task and nothing ever came up but, unfortunately, it had to be done. So the midnight male started off at a slow jogged pace. His mind was filled with thoughts of food and what type of prey he would enjoy as he searched for paw prints in the snow. Finally, a path of prints caused him to slow to a stop. Wolf? He thought to himself. They didn't smell like Crimson Dreams, there scent had a taste that was esoteric to the pack members. It wasn't uncommon for a loner to pass a land and keep going but Jazper followed the prints to ease his mind. This was not the case as he soon caught the subtle scent of Mati in the air. More urgently he started off sprinting and following the pup's scent. Why was she even out so close to the boarders at this time?!
A cry reached his ears as he bolted closer and closer to the now two scents mixing and drew his knife. With a final leap he found his target, a grey wolf with Naniko's daughter grabbed by the neck, obviously in a violent way. Instantly he flung himself at the aggressor with all his might, and grabbing Mati as he rolled in the snow to safety, clenching her in his powerful arms. "Mati, Mati are you alright?" He questioned holding her up for inspection all the while keeping his gold eyes wandering over to the stranger.
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Thanks =) I think I'm about where I want to be now. As for the fighting, Brennt is well over two hundred pounds now that he is half-shifted, and has four legs and a much lower center of gravity, so I think he should be able to contend with Jazper in this form until such time as Jazper's claws/hands come into play (hopefully he can be disarmed before he gets control of the situation again?)
The impact came on suddenly, with such force as to send him flying from all four feet that had been planted on the ground. The creature, black as the shadows the pup had fought, had come to rescue her. A weapon of human making, something his father might have used, gleamed faintly in the morning glow, and Brennt fixed his dim yellow eyes on the creature--so much larger than himself--who stood tall, broad, and menacing in the morning light, propped up on two legs, as preferred by Brennt's own family. Slow hatred, impeded by the limitations of his own emotional range, twisted his lips.
His yellow eyes widened, and a very noticeable change took hold of the gray wolf. His appearance became that of something watchful, careful, predatory, the antithesis of the dim, slow, stupid wolf that usually resided within his skull. Sickening cracks rang out through the morning air as the wolf's bones re-aligned, as muscles shifted out of the way to avoid tearing, and began to grow. The change was rarely a conscious action of Brennt's. If ever it was, it was a copy-cat action done in a fit of jealousy or competitive rage. Today, it was an instinctual override of the conscious mind, the true Brennt, the one that did not concern itself with social faces and social lies, social words rarely meant to do anything but confuse and mislead him. His size increased exponentially, dozens of pounds in increased mass, coming from no where, piling on around his shoulders, ribs, and hips, muscle and fat, bone growth and fur. His fangs grew longer.
Half-shifted, a long, low beast, long of fang and swift of foot, covered the distance between itself and the larger, black male in only a heart-beat. Wild eyes fixed the black giant with murderous regard, and the monster leaped at its enemy, a flying tackle with jaws open, aiming for the arm with the knife. The wounds from its earlier battle had since healed, and it flew into the battle fresh and fierce. The child belonged to it, and no enemy, regardless of size, would take its meal without a fight.
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The pain of her neck didn’t stop, not even when she was knocked out of the devils grasp. But before she could roll into the wet snow, she was scooped into large dark arms. The instinct driven move to flee brought her face to face with her rescuer. For a moment when she opened her eyes she thought it was the gaze of her attacker. Similar yellow eyes, but his night shaded coat and intense stare brought her to a different realization. Jazper stood holding her, his voice bringing her out from her daze. The tears fell onto her face, and the pain of her small wounds was more then she had ever felt.
the pup cried, still trying to regain her surroundings. She wished he would run, take her far from the beast that hoped for her death. Before she could desperately plea, something jostled her from his arms. The quake sent her into the snow, and purple eyes looked to see the monster larger then before. Gaining size and strength it attacked her protector. Frozen in fear Mati laid against the solid ground.
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Urgency rang through his body sending pulses of electricity through his veins. The danger was real, it was now. The large body started pumping adrenaline into every cell, every scintilla of energy adding up to form a powerful being. Worrying eyes watched Mati cry, his heart breaking and fighting for the girl, the princes as the pups had so named her. “It's okay Mati, he wont touch you with me here.” He promised hugging the girl into his chest. She needed to get out of here, to get to safety. The Captain's mind whirled looking for an answer of what to do. He could tell Mati to run and hope she got away and home or he could run with her and be sure that she made it to Naniko.
A sudden fire sent shocks up his arm as the brute buried his teeth into his flesh. A howl of pain escaped him as he lifted his muzzle into the air with a cry. His knife dropped to the muddy snow cover floored. His head started to pound as his vision blurred, the blood gushing from the wound and the beat held his grip. “Run Mati! Go home!” He growled, amber eyes darting to her in alert and then returning to the large halfling wolf. If biting was how he wanted to play, biting it would be. With a sharp warning growl he lashed out digging his own teeth into the exposed neck of his attacker. Still concerned for the pup he began to push the brute towards the boarder, one heavy shove at a time all the while digging into his neck and holding the beast in a comfortable head lock. “Leave the girl alone you little shit.” He whispered with a snarl. There was noway he would allow this creature to lay a paw on anyone of Crimson Dreams.
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I figure most fights need a little bit of power-play to keep them moving (especially when the two are locked up like this). I hope this is okay? I was going to have him do a different move after he shifted, but I don't think Brennt is strong enough to lift Jazper off the ground!
Fresh blood ran over the monster's teeth, and guttural snarls erupted from its throat as it clamped its jaws tighter and tighter onto the arm. The pain of the answering bite tested its endurance, but for now, tenacity still outweighed self-preservation, though the blood was beginning to mat its fur already. The food belonged to it. The child was its catch, its kill, its prey, and it could not permit a creature of its own species to take that food, for that creature would then do so again in the future. The other creature, though more precariously balanced on two legs, had sufficient mass to drive his feral opponent back. The gray wolf's legs were powerful, but not powerful enough, and with its front paws lifted up from the ground to facilitate its attack against the arm with the knife, it could not compete with the driving force of its adversary.
Shortly, as the two of them were carried further and further out of the territory by Jazper's shoves, the cracking began again. A disgusting sliding sound slithered through their ears as muscles began shifting again, and tendons twanged as their bony anchors changed shape. The creature at Brennt's neck was bigger than he, and stronger than he; even so, neither werewolf was weak. As useless, suspended forelegs became brawny, ape-like arms, and hindlegs became layered with new muscle, the smaller wolf surged forward, a stop-thrust against Jazper's next push. Thickly corded arms seized one of the legs powering the two backward, and the beast dug in his claws to secure his hold. Brennt pulled his foe's leg up, lifting the foot from the ground, and with it, the better part of his enemy's balance.
Now having two legs against one, the beast pushed forward with all its strength, toppling its adversary over backward, and landing on top of him. Its teeth tore from its enemy's arm upon their fall, straining its teeth, but gashing the arm. Quickly, the predator sought to get to its knees, to be sitting atop its enemy where it could tear him to pieces at its leisure.
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OMG so sorry to keep this held up!!
It was cold against the hard ground, and the little wolfess finally found the courage to open her eyes. Fear shook her body, as the words of Jazper’s cry pushed her. GO Her mind screamed with the sounds of battle raging on behind her. She wouldn’t look, and legs shook as she drew them under her body. They didn’t want to move, but she willed them to do so.
The first few steps caused her to stumble, her face falling to the snow covered ground. She just couldn’t look. Another try as she was on her paws again, her heart raging in the chest and her breath growing ragged. Her chest hurt, tightening as she fought to breathe, gasping for air her leg moved hoping to evade any snarling teeth she worried would be at her tail. Ignoring the tightness of her chest, and the pain of her neck Mati pushed against the ground and propelled herself forward.
Stumbling as the sounds of the two males grew distant, purple eyes that filled with spilling tears looked behind her. She shouldn't have. Looking with sadness she briefly wondered if she would see Jazper again, or if he would be taken by the monster. Had he traded his life for hers? The question couldn't be answered before the mere sight their violence made her turn and run. Run with only the smallest bit of air entering her lungs and run as her heart threatened to explode.
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His body body pushed and focused on the task at hand. This monster needed to be out of his territory, away from his packmates. With every shove he was aware of his surroundings. Every tree, ever rock and ever plant was an unnecessary resistance just helping the stranger keep his ground. Coal colored ears flickered backwards listening to Mati. Why wasn't she running? A growl of anger gave him more momentum against this beast. He was no calm in the slightest but he was more focused then ever before. This was the mindset of a warrior. Logical but aware, almost to the point of on edge. With an inverted sigh of relief his ears flickered forwards hearing he sound of tiny paws on the ground. Mati was safe no matter what happened. Soon enough she would be home in the mansions walls.
Cracking of bones sent a shiver down his spine. Why did he have to shift?! A groan of disappointment was drowned out by his heavy breathing. The larger the creature became the harder it was to push him away. By now they were a good distance away from the pack and everything was safe, with the exception Jazper. With the growth it became obvious that this stranger wasn't as feckless as the Rhiannon boy had once thought. Within seconds the male found himself winded and on the ground. Golden eyes grew large in shock with a hiss of pain as teeth tore away from his wounded arm. The smaller wolf sat on top of Jazz, triggering his need to fight for dominance. Pushing all his weight into a roll the two fought for the top position and finally the dark Knight landed on top, pulled back his right arm and flung it forwards in between his enemy's eyes.
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I assume that Jazper will be damaging him in turn as they battle in the third paragraph? I think this makes sense, though I don't remember exactly the way we decided it would go down...but without food, it makes sense that Brennt would flee from a larger, stronger opponent? This thread is oldish at this point, and with Mati running away, it seems like a good time to cut it short? Besides, I'm thinking they may meet again before all is said and done?
The predator didn't think along the proper lines to be disappointed itself, though a more normal mentality might have been for failing to kill the larger wolf while on top. When it ended up beneath the larger male, its legs were relatively free, and none of its enemy's weight was directly atop it. Nonetheless, the blow which came was powerful and jarring. Blows from such a large creature might be as damaging as claw lacerations if applied in the right places, and the skull was certainly a rattling place to be struck by a fist.
The beast was out of sorts for a few moments, during which it might have sustained further injury and been unaware due to the blossoming pain and surge of adrenaline. As it came to, it acted, before a modern mind would have known what to do, and certainly before Brennt's slow-moving mind should have returned to its senses, instinct propelled both clawed hands to around the black wolf's neck, sinking claws beneath the fur, into the flesh. The thick arms brought the beast up from under its attacker, and brought its jaws up to the black wolf's face. From such a position, it would be protected from being struck in the head again, and also it would be free to savage its enemy with its teeth, and promptly attempted to do so.
The attack was desperately strong, an adrenal urgency pumping through the predator's muscles, making them stronger and faster than they should have been. Despite the arms, legs, hands and feet they possessed, it was teeth the creature used, bringing them in close again and again until the two struggling forms were upright enough for the predator to get its feet on the ground and disengage in a burst of motion.
Bloodied and snarling, the beast sniffed the air, and knew that its prey had escaped. It wanted to kill the creature before it, but the battle--despite the successful attacks it had made since the guardian had arrived--was not in its favor. Without food to fight for, and no room for pride in its bestial mind, it turned tail and fled, back the way it had come.
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