Beach Games [SCAVENGERS + LEXIS]

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[atrb=backgrounD,http://i56.tinypic.com/nv9y54.jpg] Enigma attempted to hang on as the demented foxhound did everything in his power to dislodge him and the orange tabby tom. He felt adrenaline rush through his body as his teeth found their target at the back of the canine's throat. Ripping away a section of skin, he reveled in the metallic taste of Phantom's scarlet blood. Spitting the grisly prize out of his mouth, he clung on with his claws once more, feeling blood well up under them. As hanging onto his enemy's back became more and more like riding on a bucking rodeo bull, the foxhound's voice rang out, shrill and desperate. The little tabby tom remembered what someone had once told him: Your enemy is at their most dangerous when they have nothing to lose. You better be confident that you can overpower them, or you've got no hope of surviving. Strangely calm, he thought to himself, Well, I'm going to die then, aren't I? When the canine fell to the ground, the first thing Enigma felt was a sense of triumph, and he did not relinquish his hold on his felled adversary. But a moment later, Phantom rolled onto him, pinning him between the sand and his back. The Iris spy scrabbled and squirmed in an attempt to get free, but it was useless. He was already tired from fighting the foxhound, and now he was being suffocated. it was too much. As Phantom called out for help, Enigma found that now his mouth was full of sand, and his nose was pressed downwards into the sandy ground. He struggled again, but it only lost him more oxygen. He began to feel light-headed; a minute later he was unconscious, lying limply beneath his enemy, and two minutes later, he was dead.

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[atrb=background,http://img685.imageshack.us/img685/5577/194064381814123584.gif] Falcon walks. Falcon talks. Falcon's thoughts. Fury filled the large male as he raced down the beach and towards the parade of canines and felines. Bodies of the unlucky lay in the sand, their fur caked in sand and the blood from within their bodies. Falcon hated dogs more than anything, but his phobia of hem would surely come to a great disadvantage for him. Taking a large deep breath, he narrowed his eyes and scanned the area for a smaller dog that he could attack. He figured if he started off small, he could make his way up to the bigger breeds. The Maine Coon's target was quickly set. His focus was one a small-ish canine with black and white fur. Falcon wasn't good at identifying breeds but this one had to have been some sort of hound, maybe fox? Either way, this would hopefully become the male's first victim. He was quick to notice a tabby furred body beneath it however and this instantly caused him to gulp. It was Enigma. A fellow Iris feline. A high-pitched meow escaped the tom cat's throat and he charged towards the dog. Falcon was quick to unsheathe his claws and it wasn't long before he was in the air. He bad launched himself above the ground and was aiming his claws straight for the canine's back. At this point, anger and fear raged through his body. Hopefully he wouldn't turn coward and run but knowing him, it was likely. His green eyes narrowed to thin slits and he just stared at the fox hound as he grew closer to him. Words;; 262. Muse;; Meh. Other;; I want Falcon to die in this thread so feel free to have Phantom, or another dog kill him. ^^

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Harvard was side-tracked on his way to assault the floppy-eared basset hound, Elvis. On his full-out run toward the beast, he was slammed into by an overzealous Papillon. Quickly regaining his footing, the hulking Russian Blue immediately squared off with the small yapping animal. They were evenly matched for size; Harvard might have even been a bit larger. He yowled a warning: "I have no problem destroying you dog. You're just one of many on my death list today." He grinned as he said these words, licking his chops, ready to taste blood. The stupid black and white creature before him showed no fear, no sign of backing down. He wore a wide snarl, intimidating to mice, perhaps. Harvard snarled at the dog, and when still he did not back down Harvard attacked. He'd been testing to see if this dog would prove a worthy opponent; one who ran would not be worth fighting.

The great blue cat leapt into action, bowling the Papillon over with no difficulty, watching with great pleasure as the silly creature's eyes widened in shock. Harvard was fast for his large size, his muscles powerful in pushing him forward. He aimed true for the Papillon's neck, wrapping his jaws around and squeezing, causing the dog extreme pain and a lack of air. The mutt began screaming for help, but before any could make it to his side Harvard had torn out his throat and was ready to face the next opponent. Perhaps whomever he came upon next would actually fight back.

Leaping away Harvard headed for his original intended target, the Basset Hound named Elvis. Maybe the larger male would actually prove to be a challenge for Harvard; the quick skirmish with the Papillon had done nothing for him and already he began to grow bored with these games. As he approached he leapt into the air, yowling a battle cry, and aimed to land on the Basset's back.

((ooc: watch out Elvis!!))

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As the battle goes on, the felines get an upper-paw on the Scavengers. As they continue to push the dogs back, more lives are lost.

An Ocelot manages to get to Trixie and he lunges at her neck. She luckily manages to dodge and deal a harsh blow to his flank, however he soon retaliates with a swift lunge to her front paw. He sinks his teeth into her paw, causing her to lose balance and fall. Powerless to the Ocelot, Trixie realises her time is up as he delivers a final, killing blow. She only has minutes left.

With two cats surrounded Cassidy, there is little hope for the poor St. Bernard. Despite her attacks, they are futile in the end. Whilst Isis gets her from behind, Icefang attacks from the front, rendering Cassidy trapped. She is quickly brought to the ground, and the wounds that the two cats have dealt to her large body are too large to be healed.

Despite suffocating that cat in the sand, Phantom was not prepared for the bobcat that charged at him, who had been Enigma's friend, and was furious that he had died. Phantom is thrown to the ground and savaged, claws sinking deep into his chest and neck. There is little hope for Phantom now, with the slashes that criss-cross his body. He will slowly bleed to death from the arteries punctured.

You know the drill, guys! You are allowed two more posts for your characters to say goodbye <33 (also for the terrible deaths, but I just needed them dead :3)

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[atrb=background,http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5019/5582812307_6bdeca6404_o.png] Trixie had not killed a second feline in the time that had passed. Giving birth to four puppies had sapped out her energy and she wanted to roll around in agony from the dull aches in her abdomen. This is it, the Saluki thought, a hollow feeling of despair burrowing into her chest. How would her and K9's puppies survive out there, on their own, without anyone even knowing of their existence? Trixie tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She had to let someone know, but as she raked the clearing with her eyes she couldn't find a suitable dog. And then the Ocelot pounced. He popped into her peripheral vision so fast it was like the spotted feline had composed himself out of thin air. She turned just in time to have him jump at her neck, barely dodging a deadly blow to her throat. She snarled in retaliation and dealt a nasty blow to his flank. Little did she know, he would thieve from her her most precious possessions, her life and her new-found family (that was, if any of them, including K9, were still alive). The two of them interlocked into a violent assault. The thought crossed her mind at one point that this Ocelot must be fresh into the fight, and Trixie had unwittingly been his first target. And through all of this, Trixie was stumbling with mistakes, heavy with exhaustion. No one could help her now. All around her lay bodies, and she recognized a few of the Scavengers that were dead or already dying. Sometimes you guys were a pain to be with, but I'd never wish this upon you. And as the Ocelot finally pushed past her defense and reached her throat, Trixie knew the same fate would befall her. As fast as she had capitulated, the ocelot was jumped away, proud of killing the mother. Trixie felt the fury inside to slaughter the feline, but her body did not obey. Crimson driveled down her fur, staining the familiar cream a dark, ominous red. Trix stumbled to her feet, staggering away from the fight as blood bubbled from her mouth. She could barely use the paw the Ocelot had used to knock her down. With her last dying breath, she would go and stay with her puppies. It was all she had left. No one really cared. That was the problem with these fights. Trixie tried to move swiftly to avoid leaving a huge blood-trail right to her puppies, but there was nothing to be done at this point. It was too late, even for- Wait. What is that? Trixie tried to growl, but only a hollow gurgling sound emitted from her maw. A female canine was staring in bewilderment at a cream-colored puppy, still breathing but obviously cold and feverishly hungry. The stranger jumped and frowned, astonished at the state Trixie was in. "Please, don't be alarmed. I watched you slink away from the battle, and when you came out it was obvious something had happened...I only want to help. These are yours?" Trixie couldn't fight the other dog if she wanted to. Her life was fading out very quickly. She nodded, blood dripping off of her chin. "I've just given birth to my own litter, back in the canyon. I could take care of her..." Trixie felt her eyes glisten over with tears. She collapsed, unable to stand anymore from the faintness in her heartbeat. How she wished she could watch her babies grow up, how she wished she could see K9's face one more time. "Thank you," Trixie sputtered, trying to form words out of her crimson-filled mouth. "Th-there" -coughing- "are more, somewhere. Her father is." Trixie gasped, her breathing growing shallower and shallower. "Her father is, a, scavenger, called, K9." Trixie sighed, watching as the stranger came over and nuzzled her. "I promise, I will find him if he's still alive." Those were the last words the dying Saluki heard before she lost consciousness. A part of her wished she could have said something more, something for the pups to grow off on, something for her K9. But now she was gone. Her pups were motherless, maybe even fatherless.

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Phantom had never believed in fate.

What reason did he have to believe it? Had fate just decided to make him this way? Ragged, incapable of composure around this other strange species? Had fate decided that he would be unable to control himself? Had fate decided that this was how he would meet his end? No. Thoughts like that were stupid. Superstitious. Those things didn't happen in real life.

The canine's back was pressed into the sand. A bulky shape was squished into the ground beneath him. His breath was sucked in, his spine angled sharply, trying to press this cat down with all of the weight he could muster. He liked that feeling of the feline crushing beneath him, of the sharp cracks as its bones gave out, and the final shudder as the feline convulsed, unable to draw oxygen through the sand. Enigma was dead.

Phantom laughed, and it came out harsh, almost forced. His teeth were clamped into a half smile-half grimace, and from where he stood one could see how they were stained pink with the blood of various felines that had traveled his way.

The black and white male rolled off of the ground and steadily rose to his feet, wincing as he placed weight upon the ankle the cats had savaged. It was bleeding faintly, staining the sand scarlet. It was nothing compared to the stain that would collect around the mangled corpse of the felines he was done with. The canine shook himself and nudged Enigma, as if seeing if there was anything of value to gain from the body. He was thirsty; thirsty for blood and thristy for vengeance, and just for the sake of it he plunged his teeth into the cat. To find its heart to keep as a prize, oh how accomplished he would feel!

Phantom was immersed in his recent kill. The world around him was numb and blurred; unimportant. That was a foolish mistake; letting the world around him remain unseen. For unbeknownst to him a shape was lurking among the fringe of felines. A shape that was powered by adrenaline and revenge.

The bobcat's eyes were shifting, watching Phantom from not far away. Its heart was on fire, burning, and its eyes were raw from the few bitter tears that had found escape. Purely livid it was, and it would not let the dog get away with the murder of its best friend. The great feline stalked forward, silent, watchful. Phantom's muzzle was plunged into Enigma's corpse, blood slowly staining his muzzle even deeper crimson. The bobcat smirked, envisioning its kill, envisioning the moment when it would suddenly be even with this murderer.

"Hello, doggy."

Phantom's head swung around, his eyes wide, surprised, and the bobcat lunged for him. Phantom was frozen, taken by surprise, and he did not have time to escape. The bobcat's claws came, ripping deep into the dog's flesh, leaving jagged criss-cross wounds across his chest. The fire in the feline's eyes did no fade until it's claws punctured the tender skin of Phantom's neck.

Phantom yelped, or tried to, but nothing came but a ragged wheeze and a steady stream of blood. He coughed, convulsed, bringing up more blood each time with mingled and mixed with the heavy flow from the claw marks gouged into his skin.

"I'm sorry. I-I've.......I've f-failed." The words leaked from the canine's muzzle, and he hoped that they reached someone, anyone. He hoped that someone around him would care that he was slipping away. He hoped that someone, anyone, would miss him.

The canine shuddered from where he lay, collapsed and bleeding in the sand, and he could not help but wonder if fate had brought him there. If perhaps it had been his fate to die this way, in this battle. Maybe fate had decided that he would die defending his species from the horrible felines.

"Rainbows...So many..." Phantom muttered, and he laughed feebly before his jaws slackened and his eyes rolled, staring out into nothing. Glassy. Lifeless.
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Words: 662
Muse: Average
Notes: Bye-Bye Phanny D:>

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[Zen]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2zojkf8.jpg] ooc: Mac has given me permission for the powerplaying that shall ensue ;3 *** The force of the impact from Mercury’s blow sent Panja staggering sideways. The shockingly powerful attack caused him to lose his focus on Blitzen, a gasp of air expelling from his lungs as all the wind was knocked out of his chest. The lion’s eyes blazed with a cold fire. He whirled back around in time to see the timber wolf strike again, an incredibly forceful pair of jaws clenching around the bone in his foreleg like a vise. His back legs crumpled under him so that he was sitting half-upright, his eyes shut with pain as tendons and ligaments were snapped under the pressure of Mercury’s fierce grip. Then Panja remembered that he still had another paw. Claws withdrawn, he swatted the canine off his leg and afterwards gave his injured limb a slight tentative movement to assess the damage that had been done. Shock registered on his face when he realized he could barely move the muscles at all, and he knew at once that it had been fractured. Once Mercury was finally finished off, this battle would be over for Panja. He would either have to call off the attack or let the rest of his army handle the remaining dogs, if they were able to. There was nothing much else a three-legged lion could do. Driven by a sudden lust for revenge, he dived at the wolf with an open-mouthed snarl that caused blood to fly from his teeth and tongue. He was on Mercury in a flurry of white fur and claws. In spite of the fact that he was working with only one paw, he had gotten a successful hold, pinning the smaller body underneath his own massive form as a cyclone of sand churned around the two of them. Mercury’s belly was facing up towards Panja, exposing all of his vital organs and the heart that could be seen pounding rapidly against the center of his chest. All it would take was a single swipe down the middle of his stomach… Panja stared down into his eyes. “Your last words, if you have any,” he suggested. True, nothing Mercury said would matter much at this point, but why not allow his worthy opponent a chance to speak his mind before his inevitable death? It seemed fair enough.

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The ambush Panja organised deemed successful. Only a few dwindling Tempest Dogs still survive, and once they realise that nearly all their comrades are dead, they run for the hills. Unfortunately, Elvis was unceremoniously attacked near the end of the battle, and died nearly instantly from the wound to his neck.

As the dogs scatter, the surviving Iris cats smirk and congratulate each other on the good fight. The only two still fighting are Panja and Mercury, however the wolf is no match against the mighty white lion, and soon enough the cats will be able to drag Gravity's brother's carcass back to the Iris Pride for their leader to gloat on a victory.

Only a faint rumble is heard in the distant. Little do they know, their precious Huntington Hospital has just crumbled to pieces. The only thing the cats are thinking about is their victory against the ambush. They can only hope that the battle in Straight Bit has done so well.

ooc; okay, obviously Mac still needs to post with Mercury's death, but after that the thread is done! Yay! Well done everyone for posting <33 I hope you've enjoyed it, despite... all of the Scavengers dying.

THREAD HIGHLIGHTS: Panja attacks the Tempest and Scavenger dogs, Trixie gives birth to puppies before perishing, Mercury (Gravity's brother) is killed by Panja.

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Juliet
Phantom
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Blitzen
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/28aqhhi.jpg] OOC;; All power-playing that occurs has been agreed to by Zen. Mercury knew a moment's savage satisfaction as the force of his blow pushed Panja off balance. When his second attack severely injured one of the lion's limbs, he felt a small surge of hope rise within him. Maybe he would live to see tomorrow's dawn after all? But no. As a rumble of thunder split the horizon, coupled with another sound, not coming from the sky, but the direction of Iris territory, the feline lashed out at him, catching him on the flank and causing him to dodge backwards. He noticed, in that moment that he stood there, that all of the Scavengers were dead upon the sand, or dying. The number of canine bodies far outstripped the number of dead felines; those who still lived, some Lexis and Tempest dogs, were fleeing. He could not blame then, but he was here until this battle was finished. He thought briefly about running away, as his comrades had just done, but he knew he would not get far with his injuries. That was all the time the timber wolf had to think. Slightly distracted, he turned to see the white lion lunging at him, and his brain and body responded too slowly. Snarling, snapping and growling, Mercury was forced to the ground beneath his foe. Now he was helpless; nothing and no one could save him now. Yet he stared into Panja's eyes defiant to the last. It was then that there was another rumble of thunder, and the sky that had darkened with clouds as well as the setting of the sun released its burden. Rain began to fall, not heavily at first, but as fast as an arrow shot from a bow. None of this was noticed by the pair on the sand. The hulking male could barely believe the words that Panja spoke. Practically "Any last words?" It made him want to laugh, almost. But, with his eyes as hard as granite, he growled softly but menacingly, "You will pay for what you've done to us. Or rather, someone close to you will." Attempting to rise, every would he had sustained combined with utter exhaustion causing his body to scream in protest, he was knocked back to the ground by one of the lion's massive paws. Snarling, he snapped at his enemy, who has just decided to make his final move. The huge white male's head moved in a blur as he sank his teeth into Mercury's neck, avoiding the wolf's jaws. The other male flailed and growled, a lucky blow catching the lion on one of his legs, but his struggles grew weaker as the jaw clamped down more firmly around his neck. Finally, there was a crack, and the limp body of the canine slid out of Panja's grasp to sprawl on the sand, blood still seeping from his neck wound. His brown eyes, full of pain, stared at the lion's paws for a moment as he thought, I'm sorry, brother, I tried. Sorrow filled hi for a moment; maybe, if it had been possible, he could have had a life outside the Lexis Tribe. Maybe he could have joined the Tempest Pack. But none of that was possible now, now that he was dying. Glancing up at the sand dunes far above him, he spotted what he was looking for: the shape of a whippet, almost invisible against the sand. His eyes met hers, and she nodded once, gravely, before beginning the journey towards the main battle. To Gravity, to tell him what had become of his brother and his forces before the felines did. Staring after her for a moment, the great wolf's head flopped back onto the sand, his eyes closing as he breathed his final breath. It was finished.