Ayame
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Post by Ayame on Jan 21, 2011 17:58:15 GMT -5
Sniffing the air yet again, noticing that there were three scents together. Racing towards the fight, this was not good. Without even looking at the brutish creature that had ordered him, Cannibal lurched towards the side, his paws pounding the ground hard and fast. Not giving any other animals time to attack him. His white blood stained pelt stood out against the darkness. Murderious thoughts filled his head, the longing to taste their blood and the taste of their flesh filling his stomach. Yet still the thought of the young black she-wolf fighting along side of this pack without hesistation and not even being part of this pack.
The Cannibal raced through the fog, the new scents had faded now. Standing on the edge, this male looked back. Snarling at the pack that lived here. Canni would be back for his vengence. There was something that he needed to do in order to do this and it was now time for him to put his plans into motioin.
Abby glanced at the young doberman; Mercy. "Mercy.... I think we should head to the fight and see if everyone's alright. I may be afraid but there's no need for you to worry about me. I'll have to get over this afrightened state sooner or later and I'd rather it be sooner then later." The young black furball staggered to get to her paws. Ready to make the journey to the fight that was still in ear shot of the two pups.
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Post by Teffi on Jan 28, 2011 12:22:56 GMT -5
OoC: woops, I didnt know it was my turn [/size]
It was like the white colored male predicated Hat's attack because once she started to put her actions into motion, he seemed to dart faster then a bullet. This left the Queen with a mouth full of empty air, and her eyes open wide in shock. What the- she thought within her head. But still, the scent of its strangely bloody coat seemed to be far gone as the opening of fog fused back together from where the intruder had sped through.
She looked down at her pack mates. She was particularly interested in seeing if the young Doberman was alright. "Are you alright, Revy?" asked the leader, concerned as she looked her up and down as well as her dad. But right before the young dog could reply to the alphess, her hackles bristled in anxiety.
Three new faces appeared on the scene, fast! She looked at her black colored helper (Oni) as she struggled with the beast. Were they her comrades or were they on the opposing team. Or better yet, were they incoming pack mates? So many questions with no answers. But as much as she wanted to address them, she needed to help her new found friend with the dog hybrid. As quick as saying '1,2,3', the German Shepherd Dog ran up to the fight with a limp and tried to grab one of its shoulder. She would try to weigh it down so that her friend would slice the dog open [/size]
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Post by Sawyer on Feb 13, 2011 22:32:45 GMT -5
Fabius
A sharp divide formed in his thoughts as the Doberman stood there, panting, his steely gaze focused on the ghostly figure vanishing into the distance like a mirage. On one hand, his past profession seethed through, intent on going after a trespasser, a threat to his territory, and it boiled his emotions to think of him escaping scott-free after laying teeth on his kin. Yet the other, his present, shone through in a stronger light. The one of a father, impulsed to care for his daughter.
A year ago, the scarred and mutilated male would have laughed at the thought of denying his duty to tear the hide off of interloping scum, and of him having any object of unrequited affection towards any other being aside from loyalty out comradery. Now he had a mate, in spite of her ability to make him cringe with a scornful look, it was her edge that made him fall for her. And now he had pups, though they were growing, he still felt the concern for their safety.
Forcing his rage to take a back seat, he swiftly turned to inspect his daughter. The metallic twang of his iron claws raking along the ground as he approached where she had landed as the male had dropped her. Running his tongue along her back, he noticed her body was quivering, but from the look in her eyes he wasn't sure if it was fear. He knew of his mate, Kana's condition, and knew that some of their offspring had inherited it, Revy included. They all seemed to react differently to whatever disorder seemed to plague them, but he'd never really seen how it phased his young daughter. Nudging her softly, he waited for a reaction from her, negative or otherwise, brow creased with concern.
Mercy
The young Doberman watched the young spaniel rise, listening intently to her words. However, she remained hesitant. She had orders from her superiors to stay here until it was safe, and it didn't seem right to lead a pup where she knew dangerous figures were bound to be.
She hadn't gotten to see what sort of threat raged beyond the trees, and for that she felt both optimistic and fearful. For one, she could assume that whatever it was, her family could handle it, yet there was that persistent presence of doubt wondering just what they were facing, and if they were holding up alright.
Suppressing her feelings of loyalty to her father's words, she only nodded, leading the way back through the layer of trees towards the clearing the fight was taking place, her gaze constantly sweeping in concern for any enemies that may be sneaking around.
She had a bad feeling as she crept closer to the brush, and glanced back to be sure the pup was beside her before peering though. Revy's scent was heavy here, as it must have been where her sibling crouched, the break in the leaves roughly matched her size. What she saw through the opening made her breath catch. Her sister, the closest of her siblings, on the ground. "Revy..."
Revy
She could feel the shivers running throughout her body as the adrenaline still consumed her system, blood pulsing in her ears. It was like coming off of some sort of high, disoriented and confused, but somehow euphoric from your experience. She didn’t feel the light punctures where the male had held her. She was oblivious to her father’s comforting lapping, not that she needed it. And the concerned words of her alphess were left unheard. With an almost groggy air about her coordination, she stumbled to her feet where she found her stability. Looking around, she shook off, feeling bruised, but not battered as she licked her chops, tasting the faint traces of blood along her gums with an odd sense of pleasure.
As if finally gaining conscious thought from some sort of hallucination, her eyes widened slightly as she looked around to any new opponent. Her actions were cut short by the firm yank on her nape sending her back, and as she looked to her assailant, she saw the figure of her father looming over her.
“Go back to your sister, Revy. NOW!”
The commandment of his tone seemed harsh, but she knew that beneath it laid the key of concern. Through her through still thirsted somehow for the rich, coppery taste of blood, she begrudgingly retreated back, knowing she was already in enough trouble as it was with the small ounce of battle she had gotten. Setting off towards the bushes, she caught a familiar scent and scowled slightly.
Thrusting her head through the brush, she came nose to nose with her sister. “I thought you were back at the den watching the pup?” she scoffed, as if surprised that Mercy actually followed her. Her question was met with a low, yet accusatory tone from the almost mirrored face of her sister, “I was, and that’s where YOU should have been as well. What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten killed.”
The twin circles on her brow still creased together, she held a soft glare, but it wasn’t meant to be one of contempt towards Mercy’s accusations. She did somehow regret worrying her sister, but she didn’t feel sorry for going out there. “Mercy… I’m fine. Nothing was going to happen with dad and Hat out there. Besides… it felt amazing… real, compared to our training. Someday you’ll understand…” She let her statement hang in the silence as she turned, not to head back towards the den, but to lay, concealed in the brush, to spectate the course of the fight as it proceeded, hunger in her young eyes.
Remus
It felt like he had blacked out for a few moments. At one point the dog had been in his fangs, but it must have kicked him away because now he lay sprawled on the ground. He felt dazed and disoriented, but unbeknownst to him it had little to do with the kick he’d received. He likely had a concussion due to the several bangs to the head that had landed him into his current delusion, and he was gradually growing more anxious as the nightmare progressed. It seemed as though he was losing touch with reality all together.
He remembered a shrill scream and now looked around franticly for Alexis. Bleary eyed, he set his sights on her form, familiar to him but in ways he wasn’t sure as he seemed to experience a sense of double vision. One moment she was a rich tan with a dark mask and dorsal stripe, another she bore stripes but beautiful in an exotic sense. Both images were not alien to him, only confusing in his current state of mine, but either way he could easily recognize the limp in her graceful stride.
“Alexis! I’m coming, Ich nehme die andere Seite!” Shoving his way from the ground, he lunged forward in a stagger towards the canine and circled around to the side opposite where the female shepherd hung on. Grimacing slightly, he felt the twinge in his hind leg, the one that bore a scar he couldn’t recall receiving to this point, the bone beneath it aching. Rearing back, he hooked snapped his jaws towards the flesh of her cheek, hoping he could manage his hold, though his body swayed with his unsteady carriage.
It seemed difficult enough to not topple on four legs, up on his hinds, this was a much more treacherous balancing act. Placing his paws on the canine’s shoulder, he hoped this would do some good. Judgment seemed to be failing him as his thoughts grew cloudier, and lowered his gaze to look towards Alexis (Hat). Perhaps if he focused on her, he could draw strength into his spirit, for his body wasn’t holding up too well.
------------------------------------ Remus German Guide: Ich nehme die andere Seite - I'll take the other side -------- I did a name change guys! *Now Sawyer* Anywho.. just want you to know (mostly Nao) that Remus can really start getting beat on at this point. He's meant to be hurt pretty bad in this thread xD
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Post by Teffi on Feb 17, 2011 11:13:41 GMT -5
Posting Order:- Nao
- Lyca
- Ayme
- Teffi
- Sawyer (Mercy)
So that means Nao is up.
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Post by Nao on Mar 9, 2011 1:03:22 GMT -5
The large blue claws seemed to dance in the lighting of the foggy terrain as the muscular leg connected. Shi could feel the barbed wire not only sink hir own skin but into the others as well. It was painful, but shi continued to stand retain a rythmic breathing pattern. Why... why do you fight with them when they are not of the same pack as you? Would you really die for them just to be chased out later on? Talon's thoughts kept wandering back to why this black wolf wanted to help a pack she didn't belong to. Could it just be the lack of hirself being in one or was it the truth that shi could not be controlled for very long? As the bi-colored shepard came back for more as the white male ran off, shi felt familiar fangs dig into skin on hir shoulder blade. Oh how it seemed this canine was in ecstasy, shivering and growling softly as the teeth dug deeper. As teeth seemed to fail to find their spot upon hir neck, the beasts mouth opened wide and was about to attack Oni by the throat, once again the male came back for more, trying to force hir down.
This canine was a pit fighter, hir massive hide was acquired from fighting dogs who were twice hir size. Surprising as it was though, hir leg muscles were actually beginning to slowly let hir down. If shi were to go down now, shi would end up suffocating Oni... if shi went down, shi probably wouldn't get up for a few minutes. Mustering a little more force into hir body, Talon's leg liftedup and back and was gantering to kick Oni away as hir front end slowly crouched. Talon didn't want to kill the young fighter just yet. Shi would find her in battle again, only then would Talon put her back into the place she belonged. Half crouched and taking a momentary breather, shi allowed the dogs to dig into hir dulled flesh and hold hir down. Afterall, there was nothing wrong with letting them think that they were winning for the moment. But a knawing thought kept making hir go back to that moment in the past... why?
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Post by Lyca on Mar 9, 2011 16:03:56 GMT -5
Oni didn't care about anything else but defeating this brutish creature. Just as the black she-wolf was readying herself to be hit, the three other canines came swiftly out of the darkness of the forest. Their fangs bared and ready to have their fun. Aku ran right for the large creature. She jump and aimed right for its eye, Stallion ran past Oni and landed on the creature's back sinking his fangs into its flesh. June dashed to the side of the brutish animal and sank her old fangs into his hind leg. Oni didn't know who they were but was greatful to have their help.
The young black and dark crimson marked female hung there her fangs sinking deep into the creature's eye. She didn't know but her body had moved on its own when she heard fighting in the distance. June and Stallion had followed her without a word and the three of them had only just met. She had spotted the little pups not to far from the battle and wondered if that was the reason why all these canines were fighting. Was it to protect the young?
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Ayame
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Post by Ayame on Mar 17, 2011 15:01:38 GMT -5
Canni walked back and forth staring at the forest before him. He needed some more information about this pack and their allies before he could continue with his plans. The black she-wolf that had joined in the fight... her scent was different from the strangers that came and had him run off. The wolf's scent was mixed with many others and sea water as well as the scent of other females. Cannibal started to re-enter the territory, keep his ears alert and ready to attack any who came close to him.
Abby was glad to see the other doberman pup safe from harm. I'm glad your alright Revy." the little black ball of fur spoke with a high pitched voice as her stump tail started to wag a little. But the sound of snarls instantly made her head turn to face the battle that was still going on. New canines came to the aid of the those who had been fighting. Abby couldn't understand why all these strays had come to help this pack or even why the pack accepted their help, but she was silently hoping that the enemy would leave soon.
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