"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that." Nemesis gleed, the smile across her face more than evident. Her tail wagged back and forth, like she was a puppy, experiencing the joys of childhood that she never had. After all these years, there was finally a glimmer of happiness. And she was determined not to let it go. She would make sure that their puppies had the childhood that their parents never got to have.
"I don't doubt we'll survive this day. As if you didn't need anymore motivation. Don't just do it for the pack, do it for our children". Everytime she said it, the grin across her face only grew wider. "I know how much this battle means to you, to all of us." she smiled, enjoying watching the suffering the cat was suffering as her mate tossed it aside with ease, as if it was no more than a scrap of paper.
"Go and make me proud", Nemesis urged him on with a nod of her head. This was not her fight anymore. The puppies growing in her belly needed her attention now, so that the pack could live to fight another day, no matter what happened here today. "Go, kill, feast" she smiled a toothy grin. "Seek me out when you've killed every last piece of feline scu, here."
Argos lunged forward and bit into the hind legs of one of the panthers that was busy fighting off a horde of his pack mates. He tore out the tendons of one of the large cats hind legs as he was knocked over by a leopard. Argos was pushed to the ground and was given more wounds on one of his shoulders in the posses. His opponent raked his claws across the grate danes' chest before he managed to push the feline off of him and, with some effort, pinned his opponent to the ground.
Argos started to bite at the cats face, aiming for his eyes. The leopard snarled in pain and anger while he struggled to free himself from the canines paws and snapping jaws. He managed to break free from Argoss' grip but even though he was now blind he could tell which direction he had pushed Argos away. He kept his balance when the feline tried to pin him again and pushed the leopard away for a second time.
This time the leopard couldn't find him; Argos watched as the blinded cat ran among the other cats and dogs that were still fighting until the leopard bumped into a lion and, mistaking him for Argos, started snarling curses at his pride mate and fought the lion as hard as he could. He turned to look for Brooke and spotted her going against the lioness who threatened Bane. He ran only one stride toward them to help before his path was blocked by a cougar.
As she faced the long strip of canines on the horizon, there was a small feeling of uneasiness in her gut. They were outnumbered, but that wasn't the reason for Aiyana's churning stomach. Beside her roared her feline companions, tensed and ready for a blood-bath. When they saw dogs, they immediately were driven to murder. However, when Aiyana looked at the canines, she felt a tiny bit of disinterest. Lately her opinions had been shifting within the pride. She cast a sidelong glance at her sister, Kira, who was hungrily waiting for the gore and havoc to commence. They seemed so far apart now. Aiyana had changed paths, but if Kira had noticed she did not know. It was painful, but Aiyana was busy on a self-discovery mission. The male lion she had met that while ago had planted the seed in her head, and now she was thinking a lot about who she was compared to what had been originally created of her.
When the battle began relief flooded through the young lioness. The old familiar feeling of blood-lust came back to her, giving her a strong sense of unity with the pride. She had a reason to be here, and she would fight. She charged out, a series of snarls and roars thundering from her throat as chose her first target. There were so many dogs it was hard to choose- and when she finally found one, another one joined in so she had to fight two of them at once. The first dog foolishly attempted to snag her throat. She jumped up, standing on her hind legs, and crashed down a paw on his spine. It wasn't enough to snap his back, but it probably hurt more than anything he had ever experienced before. Once he was down, she quickly wrapped her fangs around his skull and crunched down until the blood spurted from the wound. He convulsed and yelped, but it wasn't enough to help him.
And then the second dog, who had hung on to Aiyana's flank as she killed the first, went for the lioness' belly. She hadn't even noticed him chewing on her side with the amount of adrenaline pumping through her system. She spun around, clouting his head with an outstretched paw. He was wasting her time; she needed to find the more important canines. If she could rip out the heart of Tempest then they would all fall apart. It was at that moment she spotted the massive harlequin Great Dane charging toward her sister, Kira. A cougar managed to stop him but that wasn't enough. Aiyana jumped over the dog she had knocked out and charged toward him, roaring in delight. "Show me what you've got, Tempest scum!" She spat. She wasn't asking. She was ordering the dog to do so. She pounced, hoping to catch him off-guard. Blood gleamed on her fangs, barely visible in the dying light.
In the midst of the chaos Hueso could hear his name. He lifted his head for just a second, desperately searching for the dog who had called his name. And then he saw Brooke, right as she snatched a cat by the tail and sent it spinning to the ground. He raised his eyebrows but he was not surprised at the Mistress' ferocity. When she gave him the look, he dipped his head, brown eyes understanding. Diego wasn't his son, but he quickly put things into place when he imagined if Zara or Estelle was in Diego's position.
And then an orange paw came out of nowhere and nearly broke his neck. He spun around with a blood curdling snarl, kicking against the tiger and ripping into the animal's chest. The tiger had caught him at a bad time and now he couldn't see what was happening to Diego. Now this was just plain annoying. With a greater savagery than every before, Hueso leaned forward until he was practically being embraced by the tiger (where the tiger's claws couldn't reach him), pressed his hocks against the damp soil, and somehow managed to push up against the tiger, lifting the beast from it's front legs.
The tiger roared and deftly slid to the side, raking his claws down Hueso's loin, leaving bloody slits down Hueso's left leg. Hueso yelped and spun around, jumping over the tiger and searched frantically for the dark-bodied figure of Diego. He gasped at the sight of Diego locked in a deadly battle with the leopard. Diego had secured a spot on the side of the leopard's neck and wasn't letting go, even though the leopard was shredding him with its claws. Hueso snarled and sprang toward the fight, only to have the tiger catch one of his hind legs with an extended paw.
The white shepherd spun on a dime, dark eyes glittering with a twisted humor as he faced the tiger. "You inexperienced fool! You will die an early death because of your lack of training, thanks to Florence! You never approach an enemy like that!" With that said, Hueso caught a glimpse of the tiger's confusion and fear before counteracting the attack and shredding the beast's face before clamping his teeth on the throat. He had encountered this silly move way too many times, and thanks to vigorous training for years, knew exactly how to handle it. The tiger stumbled away, coughing up blood in confusion, and Hueso didn't even stay to see if he had managed to reach the animal's jugular. Diego was currently being pummeled by the leopard's hind legs.
Hueso suppressed the urge to call out to Brooke and Bane's only son. He wanted to make the attack on the leopard as stealthy and unexpected as possible. After all, he was bleeding heavily from the gashes on his left leg and lower back. He rammed into the leopard and ordered through a mouthful of spotted fur, "Diego, let go!" Much to Hueso's annoyance, the young male seemed too dazed to comprehend what Hueso had said, and almost fell over with the leopard.
It was a chilling sight. Diego's black forehead was slick and shiny with his own blood. His gums were dripping crimson from the strain put on them from holding on to the leopard. There were cuts all over his body, and a pretty serious slash on his flank. Hueso could only pray that the blood on his head was from the nasty slit in Diego's ear. The leopard had cut out a nice chunk. The general was impressed with Diego though; despite the obvious amount of pain he must be in, he still held a pretty stoic expression. Anyone could tell he was exhausted though. This was Diego's first battle, after all.
The leopard stumbled back to its feet, baring its teeth at the two dogs. Hueso gave Diego a sidelong glance. Diego returned the look steadily, and the two of them jumped in from either side of the leopard.
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The cougar made the first move. With a snarl the cougar charged forward with blood-lust in his gaze, Argos did the same but with half annoyance that he was being kept from helping his alphas. The cougar leapt to the side before the massive great dane could clamp down on the cats' face. He felt claws leave more marks on the side of his face and felt his opponent tackle him and once again Argos fell to the ground as the cougar bit into his already wounded shoulder. He broke free from the pumas grip and pushed upward until he was no longer looming over him and was on his belly.
Argos had his paws pressed down hard on the cougars and he felt sharp teeth dig into the flesh of his left foreleg. He ignored the pain and reached down for a part of the cougars' back.
"Show me what you've got, Tempest scum!"
He heard the demand but realized too late that it was directed at him. He didn't know if he had bitten into his spine and paralyzed the cougar before a much larger lion caught him by surprise and forced Argos to release his victim. He tried to move away and get to his feet as quickly as possible before he glared at his new opponent and waited for her to move. The rush of adrenalin and thirst for feline blood is what kept him going, and the thought of being taken down by a cats claws. He wasn't going to disgrace himself and his pack by letting himself be killed by a feline he was trained to kill.
((Hey Mika! Mind if I join in with Hondo and help Argos?))
Suddenly, his path was blocked by the warring packs/clans and he had to stop short to avoid claws and fangs driving into him. He cursed and when the narrow path came back, they were gone. His prey had escaped him and Hondo wasn't happy at all. The Akita showed his teeth as he tried to find someone he could help, some cat needing to feel his canines eat through them.
A growl met his ears a bit too late before weight knocked his feet out from under him. Fur wrapped itself around him from his back to his stomach and then the prickling of claws met his stomach as they tried to dig in through the dirt. Hondo growled as he took note of how the cat had situated itself upon his back. It was still half-way up on it's back feet, not so great for balance. With that information, Hondo started to rock and make sure that the cat was going the opposite direction. The cat finally slipped off of him at the fourth or fifth time, but it left huge slashes across his back and a bit on his chest when it had tried to stay on.
The cat tried to get back onto it's feet then and Hondo took his chance. He leaped back onto his own paws and jumped at the cat, knowing now that it was a mean looking lynx. It's size had allowed him to live which was just unfortunate for the lynx. Hondo's mouth opened and descended upon the back of the lynx as his paws fought to pin down it's thrashing form. It yowled to the sky and hissed at him as he finally got a successful hold on the furball. He bit down hard and felt spine bones breaking upon impact. The Akita then let go and the lynx looked at him in pain and hatred. Soon it would die and that fact made him finish it off. No need for more pain than this day called for.
With that, he began to look for another potential victim. It was a battle so how hard could it be. Still, it ate at him that he didn't get to help the old Warden with that huge lion. A lynx any dog in big size could handle, but a lion? That took real skill and team effort to pull off without too much blood being spilt.
Before Florence reached the coyote, suddenly a French Bulldog appeared in front of him, aiming a bite to her face. Unfortunately, the wretched dog succeeded in catching her cheek. She felt blood ooze out of the wound as the dog released her and was back on the ground. This dog was insane to think that he could beat such a mighty lioness like herself. This little dog was miniscule, and even if he did manage to get out a few bites, Florence could probably crush him with one paw. Laughing manically, Florence lunged at the stupid dog, hoping to bite his flank. She then felt a pain in her paw; the coyote she'd originally targeted was now sinking his jaws into her paw. Roaring in fury, Florence began to bat the dog away, hoping he would release her. Luckily, Florence's paw was strong, and it would only be a flesh wound. She would probably sport a limp for a week or so, before it would heal again.
Fur prickling along her spine, Florence lashed out at the coyote, in hope to do some kind of damage. Her eyes were manic and wide as she lunged at the two dogs. Her mouth was dripping with blood from other dogs that she had murdered only minutes beforehand. Her maw and neck were also stained with crimson blood, and she looked truly frightening at that moment. She looked as though she could kill anything that could get in her way. Florence was practically shaking with fury. And in those few moments, Florence felt exhaustion inside her. Weariness of war. She had a mate who was currently ambushing dogs on the beach, she had her cubs huddled together on the roof of the hospital, and he she was trying to kill a French Bulldog and a Coyote. However, the tiredness disappeared as quickly as it appeared. She was not going to give up this battle. She had dogs to kill. That was her job.
Florence was unaware of everything else on the battlefield. She had no idea how many fatalities there were. For all she knew, there could only be a pawful of cats left on the battlefield. For all she knew, the cats could be winning and the dogs dying. Florence didn't have time to take a quick look around, as more dogs could launch at her at any moment, and she had to be ready. Right now, she needed to focus on the canines that were attacking her. She had to kill them. And soon.
Vagabond growled with satisfaction as his teeth dug into the skin on the lioness's teeth, a trickle of blood in his mouth as he dodged away again. He was coming back to land another blow when he felt needle-sharp teeth pierce his side, pain and bloodflow following. Feeling bloodlust grip him, the canine ignored it and turned back to the fight. Florence was now attacking Autumn; the coyote was holding his own against her, but ho long would that last? He was an inexperienced fighter, and to be attacking a lion was dangerous. But then, everything was dangerous right now. Canines and felines were killing eachother, dying on the battlefield, or lying dead where they had fallen. Baring his teeth in a nightmare of what otherwise might have been a smile, he ran behind the lioness and attempted to grasp one of her hind legs in his mouth, hoping to squeeze it until it broke.
Behind him, the French Bulldog heard a yowl of fury, and a few seconds later, a body rammed into his side, knocking him onto the ground behind Florence. Scrabling upright, he turned to face his attacker, a rather scrawny female bobcat. A crazed look in his eyes, he asked her, "Oh, veeling left out, are ve, kitty? Vell, den, haf soome o' this!" He launched himself at it, his jaws closingaround her neck. Struggling out of his grip, she clawed him, yowling and biting down on one of his ears. Pretending that she had beaten him, he collapsed on the ground, limbs twitching feebly. With a cry of triumph, she moved in to finish him off, and he jumped up, grasping one of her front paws as she passed. It broke with a sickening crack, and blood splattered everywhere- onto her pelt, the canine's face, and the ground.
Screaming with the pain, she lashed out at him, becoming a blur as she moved, her fury giving her strength. Ignoring a blow that opened a sizeable and rather deep wound on his left shoulder, Vagabond pinned her to the ground and went for her throat again.This time, he was successful, and when the Scavanger stepped away from the bobcat's unmoving body, his whole face and his teeth were stained with red. Again he ran at Florence, aiming a bite at her face this time.
The two lion brothers had engaged Dawn believing the pregnant wolf to be easy picking, but that theory had quickly been falsified. One lion, half-blinded by its own kind and bleeding from the wounds it had received in the fight with Gravity, throws itself at the nearest target in a fit of pain, confusion and blood-lust. That target turns out to be the large white wolf, Fenris. Pouncing at its target the lion crashes into the arctic wolf with all its weight, and though Fenris manages to sink his fangs into the feline's face (almost tearing off its ear) and though his claws leave deep gashes in the lion's flesh, it is still not enough to save the canine. As they roll once the feline crashes down hard upon the wolf, the sickening crack of bones breaking filling the air. A broken rib punctures one of Fenris' lungs.
Alright Kezz, Fenris is now dying. You know have a maximum of two posts left with this lovely arctic wolf, and at the end of the second post he must be either dead or blacked out and on his way to die.
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So this was it. The leader of the scavengers locked in a fierce battle with one brother, Dawn with the other. Suddenly everything changed. The bloodied brute tore away from Gravity, and was immediately beside him. Then upon him. The ar was smashed from his body, as the great weight of the male bore down on the smaller canine. Fenris curled his lips in a silent snarl and sprang into action, he relaliated by sinking his long fangs into the side of the felidae's skull. He whirled round, claws lashing at the lion's side and teeth gnawing at anything flesh they touched. Yet he knew this was a dangerous game, and serveral times the lion's deadly sharp talons raked across his chest and legs. Suddenly his opponent's tactics changed and instead of going on the defence, the huge male lion pushed Fenris forward and into a roll. As the brute, locked in Fenris's claws and jaws, came crashing down upon the white wolf a sickening sound split the air. CRACKCRACK
Twice his ribs snapped in half. The pain was excruciating, words could not explain this agony. It was as if someone had dropped Fenris into a pot of molten lava, his body burned with pain and for a second his eyes saw nothing but darkness. As the pair fell apart, the jagged rib jolted forward and punctured the huge wolf's lung. The end was nigh. Fenris spluttered and gasped for air, gaping around in torment. His grey eyes fell upon Dawn, her beautiful slender muzzle. Mustering every last drop of energy he had, Fenris rose to his paws and croaked "Dawn, save yourself and our children.. I love you" With every word he spoke.. his life ebbed away. Time was running out.
It was time to end this. Dawn had remained locked in her fight with one of the brothers, and Gravity had momentarily taken over Fenris' fight. She was finished. An extreme blood-lust had come over her after getting clawed across the face by her opponent, and her fierceness had intensified seemingly one-thousand-fold. She was fighting for her cubs, for her mate, and for Autumn. She was fighting for the Tempest Pack and for every dog who lived now or would ever live. She had to win. There was no questioning it. With blood running from the claw marks across her face she snarled and lunged forward, surprising the lion brother for the last time. She locked her jaws around the bastard's throat and tore away, decimating his jugular vein and grinning as he slumped to the ground. Then she turned to help with the other brother and stopped dead.
Gravity had been absolutely mauled by the beast - it was incredible that he was still standing. That wasn't what had stopped her though. The other brother was destroying her beloved mate. She heard the snapping of bones, and in that very second fear chilled her all the way through. It stung at her soul. Fenris...No.... She flung herself toward the other brother, whose eyes widened in fear. He'd seen what Dawn had done to his sibling and had had enough. His face was half torn off and it was simply time to abandon ship. As he turned to run Dawn grasped his tail in her jaws and snapped it as her final parting blow. She was rewarded with a pained yowl from the frightened, retreating feline.
"Fenris...." She rushed to his side, lowering her tattered body to the ground. "Don't leave me Fenris. I don't know what I'll ever do without you, my love....What about our cubs? I can't do it alone..." She would have to of course. And she knew that. It was too late for her mate. Those lions... She wanted to get revenge. They'd done this. "I love you too, Fenris. More than anything. More than you you could ever imagine. I'll take care of our babies. I'll tell them stories of you every night. I swear I'll keep your memory alive. I'll keep our babies safe." Their cubs would be all she had now. She had to save herself to keep Fenris alive in her mind and in her heart. She would make sure of that. "Remember that I love you. Our pups will love you. I swear I'll keep our family safe. Good bye Fenris. I'll find you on the other side." With one last lick to his bloodied muzzle she left his side and ran into the fray. She had to find Autumn. She would tell him to run away with her and then they would both be safe. That was all she wanted now.
She soon found the young coyote and in the most terrible situation possible. A lion? He targeted a lion? And not just any lion but Florence? Unbelievable. This angered Dawn slightly, but she couldn't let that cloud her mind. She remembered what he'd said: "And Dawn, please remember your own words. I don't want to loose you. I've always looked at you like a mother, since both of mine are gone." She called out to him: "Autumn! Our time in this fight is over! You've done well, please, come run with me! If you want me to remain safe as you said then please accompany me. I would like you by my side as I run to save the life of my pups. You are my family Autumn. I have already lost Fenris. I can't lose you too! This fight is too big for you! Please, flee with me!" As she said these things to him, begging with all of her heart, she was running in a wide circle around the group of fighting canines and Florence. She was already way closer than she was comfortable being, and she felt as though keeping in motion would help her remain safe. A moving target was much harder to go after than a stationary one, after all. She was tiring, though. The coyote needed to make up his mind to follow her or not soon. She didn't want to leave him, but Fenris' last wish was to save their pups. And Dawn vowed then and there to uphold that.
Time seemed to be moving in a blur. It had felt like she had been fighting for hours though in reality only minutes seemed to pass. As far as her legs could carry, she charged into battle as the call was given. It was an amazing achievement and sense of camaraderie seeing so many canines from different walks of life, fighting together for a common cause. Bella fought hard, easily dispatching the first few cats she came across. She was only a rough collie and while her thick fluffy coat made her appear larger than she was, she was still not an overly large dog. Her targets were the domestic cats. It wasn't hard for her to snap their little necks in a single bite. Her jaws locked around the neck of a tabby and with a swift shake of her head, she snapped its neck in two, tossing it to the side as she leapt at another black cat. While the big cats were stronger, they were fewer in numbers. She would let the bigger dogs take them down while she kept the smaller yet more numerous menaces out of their fur.
With her legs outstretched, she dug her claws into the face of the small black cat. Flexing her claws, she felt them catch on a soft surface. As she tugged them back, she felt the cat screech in pain as she tore its eye out with her pull. It writhed around in pain on the tarmac, and she needed to do little less than kick it to the side. It would be of no more use to the Iris pride tonight. In the midst of all the chaos, her face with alive with a youth and joy and she looked around, a smile on her face almost as if she was a puppy again as she looked for Gravity. But she couldn't see him. Where was he? The smile on her face slowly faded into a sense of panic. Where was he? Was he okay? In her worry, she didn't notice the stealthy form of an ocelot sneak up behind her.
All that she could feel was the sharp burning pain in her thigh as its sharp claws tore through her fur and flesh. The blood trickled out from the wound, soaking and staining the white fur. She whirled around, coming face to face with the medium sized jungle cat, a confident smirk on its face. There was barely time for Bella to react as the cat leapt for again, bringing a claw down swiftly across her face, scarring her across her muzzle. The collie thrust her head back, howling in pain. Panting, she leapt a few steps back. Panicking, she glanced around either side of her, looking for help. Where was Gravity? He would surely save her. But the timber wolf did not come. The ocelot didn't slow down and threw itself at Arabella. She felt its weight land on her back before she saw it move. Its legs tightened around her body and its teeth plunged straight into her jugular. Instantaneous shock buckled her legs and she fell onto the ground with a thud. "Gravity!" she howled in panic and desperation, the adrenaline that surged through her helping to keep her blood pumping quickly enough that she didn't bleed out immediately. "Gravity!" she pleaded, screaming for him to help her. But he didn't come. Nobody came. Then it slowly dawned on her. It made her feel sick to her stomach and like a lead balloon that just came crashing down. Gravity had never been there for her. He would never be there for her. All this time, she'd be impressed if he even knew her name. He didn't love her, like she loved him and he never would.
Despite all their hardships, Brooke and Bane stood by each other in the fight. Even in the midst of the battle, Nemesis and Clegane could admit their love for each other and their plans for the future. They were over the moon of bring pups into this world, even in the heat of battle. Dawn and Fenris fought side by side, the arctic wolf giving everything, even his own life, to protect his mate and his unborn pups. Even with all that was going on around then, she could see the love that all the pairs held for each other. The love that she and Gravity would never have. It felt like the world was caving in around her. It felt like being slapped in the face with a wet fish. Everything was suddenly cold and dark as reality dawned on her that she would never have the sort of love that she could see blossoming all around her. Gravity was not there for her, fighting by her side like a lover would. They had never and would never have the bond that Fenris and Dawn shared. Hell, even Florence had managed to achieve love with Panja while Arabella could not. It was a cold and miserable thought, that even a cold hearted bitch like Florence could have love while the collie was left on her own again. The thoughts hung heavy in her mind, crushing down on her soul. The loving warmth that was once visible in her eyes was completely gone. It was better for her to die now, than to live a sad and lonely life.
Even though her own life was not worthing living anymore, there wasn't any need for a mother and her unborn offspring to die needlessly. She would do everything in her power, in her dying moments, to ensure they would have a chance at survival, a chance at life, a chance at love that Arabella never had. The ocelot still clung to her back, its short sharp fangs still plunged deep into her neck and she could feel the blood slowly beginning to trickle down her throat. Mustering the strength she could, she pushed herself to her feet, swinging her body from side to side tossing the cat from her back. She didn't bother to turn to look as she heard it land with a sharp crack on the concrete. She pushed forward into the field, determined to make a difference. Each breathe became harder, frought with pain but the collie pushed on, standing her body inbetween Autumn and Vagabond. They had engaged with Florence and she was under no illusions that Vagabond had come to realise his own death and had chose to make his final stance against the leader of this Iris pride herself. The coyote was still young, inexperienced. This wasn't his fight. She could feel her life slowly ebbing away with each drop of blood that trickled from the wound in her throat. "Dawn! Autumn! Ruuunnn!" she barked feverishly, motioning with her muzzle for them to get out of here while they still could. "Save yourself, you've got more to live for than us!" Arabella ordered. "We'll give you all the time we can, but you need to go now!".
Anything else she wanted to say, like how she hoped the pups would remember everything they fought for today, how she hoped they'd remember their names, was cut short. Florence had lunged for Autumn. This was it. This was her time to make it count. In the back of her mind, she hoped Gravity would be watching, but she knew he wouldn't. Thrusting forward with all the strength she had left, she took the full force of the attack, shielding Autumn for the blow. She felt her body grow weaker in an instant. A freezing cold swept over her body apart from the warmth of the blood that now cascaded from her throat. There were no screams, there was no time. Her battered and blood stained body smashed into the ground. Funny it should all end like this. Everyone on the battlefield, finding their loves, fighting for their passion, trying to keep their families alive. They all had something to fight for. Something that she had never had. Today all her hopes and dreams had been shattered along with her bones. Her eyes flickered to a close. She lay motionless in a pile of her blood, cold and sad, loveless and alone, dead.
Autumn had his teeth in the lion's leg for a few second before he was painfully batted away. The young coyote yelped and leaped a few feet backwards. He sat frozen for a moment before it hit him that the lion was coming after him again. He flattened himself against the ground and slipped to the side, and sprung at the feline when it reached his side. He wasn't sure if hit hit it or not, but he jumped backwards a few times just in case the cat swatted at him some more.
"Autumn! Our time in this fight is over! You've done well, please, come run with me! If you want me to remain safe as you said then please accompany me. I would like you by my side as I run to save the life of my pups. You are my family Autumn. I have already lost Fenris. I can't lose you too! This fight is too big for you! Please, flee with me!"
The coyote's ears stood straight up. 'Dawn,' Looking around, he spotted the white wolf running around in a large circle around him and the lion. He stood up and took a single step towards her when a small tabby cat leaped at his face. Closed eyes, Autumn opened his mouth and bit down, not knowing what he was going to grab. There was a loud yowl and then a disturbing gurgle. When he opened his eyes again he found the cat's neck was locked into his jaws. He dropped the limp body and was stopped in his tracks, once again. But not by a feline trying to attack him. It was the collie Arabella. She was standing between him and the lion. "Arabella,"
"Dawn! Autumn! Ruuunnn! Save yourself, you've got more to live for than us! We'll give you all the time we can, but you need to go now!"
"Arabella, no!" Autumn howled as he watched her leap at the lion, flying to the ground in an instant, motionless. Autumn padded forward to stand above her broken body. "Thank you, Arabella." He whispered. He licked she collie's muzzle before running to Dawn. He licked her muzzle too. "Arabella died, Dawn. She saved me." He whined.
Dawn's eyes widened and she stopped in her tracks as the collie's actions played out before her. She hadn't expected anyone to come to she and Autumn's aid, and she certainly didn't understand why Arabella had completely given her life for the wolf and the coyote's escape. A whine escaped her throat and it rose into an erie keening howl as the weight of all of her loss suddenly weighed down on her quite heavily. The sad noise died down mere seconds later though. They couldn't waste this opportunity of distraction. They had to run now or they would be caught up in a scuffle again. They were lucky to have gotten out of this one.
Dawn looked down at the sweet young coyote who she had come to love like a son. The agony and despair on his face was unbearable to her. His appearance and words forced another whine out of her and she licked his muzzle consolingly. "Arabella died, Dawn. She saved me." A tear came to Dawn's eye as she nodded at Autumn. "Such is the way of war, my love. Fenris died too, to save me and my pups. We must pull through though, at least for now until we can escape. If we are killed in this melee, Arabella an Fenris, and all of the other dogs who have died and are dying here today....they will have died for nothing."
The white she-wolf nudged Autumn's shoulder and gestured behind them - a small path had formed through which they could escape and Dawn knew it wouldn't last long. "Come on Autumn. This way. We need to go hide somewhere for a while, alright? We'll find survivors and find out what happened when the battle is finished. Maybe we can help the injured. Come, let us run now." With this she turned tail and began to trot away, escaping the fray with the only family she would ever have.
As she leapt at Bane, Kira’s claws dug into his soft flesh of his shoulders, and the weight of her body knocked the Shepherd over. She held him down on the ground with both front paws, trying to make him lay still as she opened her jaws to bite. One paw on his chin and one on his shoulder, Kira lashed out as a poisonous snake to deal a fatal blow to her prey. But just as she was about to dig her fangs into bane’s neck, she suddenly flexed her spine and pulled her head upwards, a roar of anger and pain emerging from her throat. With this moment of inattention, Bane escaped her grip with another bite in her front leg where the wound was already bleeding. Not caring about the male canine any longer, she pushed him away with and angry paw and turned her front to look at the canine who’d caused the pain in her rear. It was Brooke, whose teeth had dug into her flank, the bitch eyeing her with defiance because of Kira’s attempt to take down the Mistress’ mate. The adrenaline ran through Kira’s body and dulled the pain of the bleeding wound in her rear where Brooke still held a firm grip with her teeth. How dared she? Kira hadn’t heard the canine come, she’d been far too concentrated on Bane – she wouldn’t make that mistake again. Being over rumpled like this… it was disgusting.
Her brown eyes were burning with fury as they locked with Brooke’s, hoping that all the lightening hatred would be revealed to the Mistress so she would understand just how doomed she was right now. ”Stupid bitch,” Kira whispered slowly as Brooke still held her grip in Kira’s flank, the young lioness’ voice slightly trembling with the amount of disgust for the black dog. ”You wanna fight? I’ll give you a fight… one to remember!” she snarled out the last line, digging a paw quickly down on the street to carry up as much dirt as possible and flung it up in the air in the hope to blind the Mistress for a second as well as hit her with the paw with unsheathed claws. And then, before she could see the result of her act, Kira leapt at Brooke to give her a taste of her cold embrace of fangs and claws. Of course she knew that Brooke had far more experience than herself when it came to fighting, but a chance like this was too tempting to run away from. Fighting the Mistress of the Tempest Pack was something to remember in itself, but along with this, Kira would get an idea of how the Alpha female fought in combat. Besides, having a one on one match with Brooke was also a little of an advantage for Kira since she after all was bigger than the Labrador mix. But nevertheless, Kira knew she would get a lot of beatings from this battle if she wasn’t careful.
And by being “careful”, Kira would go make every dirty trick she knew.
In a mess of fur Diablo struggled with the feline which gripped him with the rage of a thousand demons sent on a mission by the dark prince himself. With a scream finally he felt the cats claws loose their perch and as she fell away her claws ripped his thick flesh across the underside of his neck. Blood dripped to the already crimson ground from the shallow wound at an unsteady fast pace due to his rapidly beating heart. He had done his fare share to her though. Bites ran along her where ever he could grab, undoubtedly she would bare bruises from the countless times he had slammed her against the ground yet he found him self done with her.
She had spilled his life, he had spilled hers, it was time to move on. Head low, fur bristled he looked into the felines eyes and with crimson stained teeth bared he snarled at her once more before turning and bounding away. He weaved through fighters, lept over fallen bodies dark eyes ablaze with the lust for another fight. Blood heavily dripped from him yet it was as if he could not feel it. The dingo had gone mad, loosing him self in the war.
Like a pitbull thrown into a ring Diablo's mind could only focus on one thing. Killing, death, blood, screams, pain, it was all around him yet he searched for some of his own. Lions, big cats, so many everywhere, so many bodies. To a normal canine, they would have seen no hope but to this crazed animal all he saw was a field of bodies. Now there was no difference in his mind between canine and feline. He would attack the first thing that came at him and with eyes scanning he looked for who would be next.
-------------- Words:305 Notes:Diablo has lost it and is looking for someone to fight with. Feel free to approach him but due so at your won risk. Anyone he fights will at least get a scar or two. He is bleeding though I wont have him die so please don't get him to badly.