A Feast for Crows [BIG BATTLE]

[¿ Taçhi ?]

A sudden gust of wind rushes over the cracked pavement of the old highway. Once seeming with life until the virus came and ripped the humans away from the surface of the earth. Since then the strip of road had been abandoned to Mother Nature and the occasional stray animal. But today life has once again returned - brought together by a common hate for one another. Emerging from the hospital and the shadows of the alleyways approaches the felines, members of the Iris Pride, ears twitching and golden eyes shining in the light of the afternoon sun. From the other side you see the canines, the Tempest Pack members and Scavengers alike, claws clicking on the gravel as every fighter, hunter and soldier finds his place in the ranks. On both sides white fangs gleam and eyes shine to match the bloodlust that hangs thick in the air – today is a day of revenge, and both feline and canine has emerged to collect the debts owed for so long. No one really knows what is to come, but there’s little doubt in anyone’s minds that today the sun will set upon a feast for the crows.

Thread information: It’s time for the big battle guys! Gravity’s return has become known throughout the city, and Brooke has been gathering the Tempest Pack members to throw everything into this one battle. Florence has risen to the challenge and collected her pride around her, and today is the final show-off. Felines versus canines, Tempest Pack versus Iris Pride. Everyone’s free to post, and there’s no posting order. At the moment the two packs are approaching each other and generally milling about, and after a little while Florence, Brooke or Gravity will give the signal and the real bloodbath can commence.

Leaders:
Tempest Pack: Brooke
Scavengers: Gravity
Iris Pride: Florence

Participants:
All Tempest Pack Members
All Iris Pride members (minus the ones picked out for the secret mission)
Scavengers: Autumn, Dawn, Fenris, Vagabond, Arabella


- Cheers!

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She turned around to narrow her eyes at Florence for only a moment. They were lining up, preparing for the oncoming storm. Things were about to become a bloodbath, this much was obvious, but Brooke met the thrill of a fight with lust, not fear. Her companions, however... well Brooke wasn't sure all of them would charge in with the same resolve, "Yes, it is true, we will not all survive this war. We have lost too many as it is already, but tonight, each and every one of you that has fought, that has lost, that may or may not die... each and every one of you will be written down in our history and honored! Tonight is our night! Even if only one of us still stands by the end of this, Tempest is a force that will never die! We are indestructible!"[/color]

She turned her gaze to Gravity, eyes softening a little. Silently, Brooke wondered if he was impressed with her ability to lead, if she would ever be the leader he was to all of them before this disastrous war took a turn for the worst, "Gravity?"[/color] she asked, stepping aside for him to address his own followers, and perhaps the old pack he used to rule.
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[♥Picasso]

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[atrb=background,http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr11/12sugars/CR%20graphics/Florriemiddle.png] The air in Hexasol was tense. Everyone awaited news with baited breaths. Tonight, many lives would be lost, and Florence was well aware of this fact. She would lose many of her Iris Pride, however the Tempest would hopefully lose even more. As the sun descended over the horizon, the tawny, muscular body of a lioness stood with her head held high as she watched the Tempest Army close in. She was situated on a roof beside Straight Bit, watching the numbers grow. Dozens, hundreds. All canines that wanted to murder her and her Pride. She kept her jaw firmly closed as she listened to the cats behind her, all readying their positions. Some were taking position on ground level below, others sneaking into alleyways, hoping to surprise the dogs. Other stayed on the rooftops, ready to pounce when the call was made. She quickly gazed behind to look at her army. Straight Bit wasn't far from their territory, so they hadn't made a long walk. She turned her head back to gaze down at the leaders of the other army. Her lip curled at the sight of Gravity and Brooke. It had been a long time, yet her anger for the two of them never ceased. Her eyes burned furiously as she let out a small, breathless growl. She wanted them dead, and nothing would stop Florence from ripping through their necks, tasting their foul blood. Perking her ears, she was only able to hear muffled words of what Brooke was saying, however she saw her army ripple eagerly. Lashing her tail, she felt cats stand beside her, watching with her. A mixture of hisses and yowls filled the air, and Florence smirked. It didn't matter about numbers. She had skilled warriors on her side, and that would make her win the battle. "Today," She roared, voice loud enough for every cat to hear her, "Justice will be done! Every cat slaughtered by those rotten dogs will get justice." She gazed out at her army, knowing some were afraid, some had never been to battle before, and many knew that there was a high likelihood that they would die, "You will go out into the battlefield with your head held high," She instructed, "You will rip every dog you can find apart. You will get paypack and those dogs will be scarpering with their tails between their legs." There were grunts in agreement, a few chuckles of mirth, "The dog days are over, my friends, the dog days are over." Her Pride yowled in agreement, and she watched as her army began to ripple with excitement as well, ready for the battle ahead. Turning back, her fur began to bristle. She was ready for this. They may not have had enough time to properly plan out an attack, but every cat knew what they were doing. They were being ordered to kill, and kill they will. Now she just had to wait and see who would commence the battle, who would start the attack. Her eyes fixed on Gravity and Brooke, and she snarled. Florence was the one who wanted to kill them. She wanted to see them writhe under her grip. "Take no prisoners," She roared, "This is a fight to kill."

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[Hunter]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/fapmbo.jpg] A huge battle had come between the Tempest Pac k and the Iris Pride. Gravity had returned with a bunch of canines who called themselves the Scavengers, and their purpose in their miserable lives was to kill as many felines as possible before they would be killed themselves. That was a good purpose. The Hound couldn’t do anything but feel respect toward them – so much they’d lost, but they still stood strong. And now they were all mingled together in one great pack, ready to take down the filthy felines. How he longed after the taste of feline blood. After what Icefang had done to Nemesis, his own bloodlust had only grown stronger. The lioness would pay for what she’d done, and Clegane couldn’t wait for his revenge. His and Nemesis’ revenge. Today, he would make the felines wish that they were already dead, he would make them bow and crawl like the vermin they were, make them fear the sight of his twisted face and scarred body. Brooke looked back on him and all the other canines, pride was shown in her eyes. Many great warriors had gathered – hunters, soldiers and spies alike. And now it was time to make an end to the Iris Pride. The Mistress then stood, making the pack slowly come to a stop. Then she started to speak. As the big Beauceron listened to her words, he saw something on the rooftops further down Straight bit. It was the felines. Coming here, he hoped they’d a death wish – otherwise, it would be best for them to run away the fastest they could, and that right now, because soon, they would be ready to fight. As Brooke’s words had come to an end, Clegane howled as loud as he could with the rest of the Pack. They were ready to fight for what they believed in, ready to fight for the Pack. A low rumble emerged from his throat as he growled. He was ready to charge, ready to fight. Just like his brothers and sisters. But the Pack then became silent. Brooke had spoken to Gravity, and many – if not everyone – pricked their ears to hear if the wolf had something to say as well.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1jrxbr.jpg] "Speech" On silent paws, her nimble body glided as a shadow on the rooftops. She was fast and agile, perfect for her job as a Spy. With her fellow Pridemembers she’d gone to battle to show the dogs how mighty the Iris Pride could be. How dare they think they can just come here and scare us away? We’ll show them we’re not the cowards they think we are. The Ocelot female stopped. Beneath her, and not too far away, she saw the Tempest Pack, lead by Brooke and Gravity. She’d never seen Gravity before, but the big wolf ahead of the Pack couldn’t be anyone else than him. She narrowed her burning eyes, silently hoping they would all burn in Hell. She looked on the spies around her. They weren’t tigers, lions or leopards, but they were fast and cunning. They would strike the canines as lightening before the big, mindless brutes could even blink with their eyes. A Spy could be just as dangerous as Warrior, and Sota would prove that today. She saw Florence sitting on a rooftop nearby, other felines already taking place on her sides, showing their support. Sota and the other spies she went with walked to them as well, listening to their leader’s words as she roared and began her speech. She smirked at the great lioness’ words. They would make the canines run back to their Asylum with their tails between their legs – if any of them would survive at all. The Pride would make sure that the dogs would feel sorry for even coming here. She yowled with the Pride as Florence’s words came to an end and Sota lashed her tail with excitement. She couldn’t wait to fight. This was a great day – a great day for the Pride who would soon show their glory.

[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2zekl85.png] "Speech." Thoughts. Actions. As the pack traveled to the destination of the battle it was obvious that Argos was excited. He walked alongside Juliet and his other pack mates with the equivalent of a smile on his face. He gave the Iris credit for being brave; they didn't have a chance but he was going to thoroughly enjoy the opportunity to teach them their place. He could already imagine the result of the Tempest packs' victory. Cats begging for their lives or abandoning the pride, he could also imagine Florence cowering at a canines paws. No doubt his size will be a bigger asset to the pack. He looked across to the opposite side of the Straight Bit as he listened to what his leader had to say. Florence's voice echoed as she spoke to her pride though he didn't bother to try to understand what she was saying. He howled along with his pack mates once Brooke's speech had ended. Juliet looked at some of her pack mates as Brooke spoke. She couldn't help but wounder exactly how many canines might die even though she wasn't too attached to many of them. She could see, so far, two good things coming from this. They would finally be rid of the Iris pride and the lone cats would, hopefully, follow the example of any that escape death. And maybe she would gain some kind of recognition if she survived. Death didn't frighten her but if she was meant to die at the claws of a cat, so be it. She waited to see if Gravity would speak and waited for the inevitable battle.

[nitro]

He knew what he was getting into. He knew, from the day he joined the ranks of soldiers that called themselves Tempest, that his death would be imminent - and yet, completely unanticipated. Yes, he knew that the day he died would be the day that he lived the true life of a soldier. The day that he would fight his hardest, yet still end up short of what was needed. The day that his loyalty was tested to its limit, but never break.
Little did he know that that day was at hand.
A flash of black and tan, a flicker of his tail, was all that was needed to announce his presence unto the to-be battlefield. Amber eyes scanned the surrounding area, harks forward-shot, frozen. He would not let his fellow comrades down. Over his dead body. The male sampled the air, faintly identifying foreign scents. ’Cats...’ He thought. He wouldn't let anything get between Tempest and their victory in the war. Brooke’s words still sang through his mind like lyrics. So easily put together, and so perfectly and betterly spoken for the canines. He didn't question her rank once.
With vague curiosity as support he allowed his patience to regain and hang in suspension whilst the dog resumed her speech. A laugh erupted inside him at the sudden moment of insanity that had passed over him, but he remained silent to his company and simply let his smile grow. Even as Glegane and the rest of the pack broke out in howls, barks and occasional growls, his smile allotted, almost growing out of proportion for the likes of his face. His heart was a caged bird that flapped its wings in his ears, mingling with his comrade's vocals to form a sickening melody that filled his ears to the brim. He could see glimpses of movements from the cats, just out of range, and damn it, he wanted to fight them so badly. This is our year. Our battle. Our war. We. Will. Win.

[kitten]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/29dy3k3.jpg][scrolly:h(200),w(166),sy]Actions. 'Thoughts.' "Talking." Autumn could barely contain his excitement as he and his group padded around on the hard concrete of the straight bit. He was actually going to kill a cat! He was actually going to see a cat! No, he had never seen a cat. But his adopted mother told him what they had done to his real mother, and he knew what revenge was. He thought about running around and acting silly to make everyone feel better, but they all looked so serious, he'd most likely just get growled and yelled at. Instead, he just padded around, staying out of everyone's way, with a big smile on his face. He had heard that there were going to be a bunch of other dogs joining them from a pack that lived in the city. Autumn wondered what kinds of dogs he would see. Would there be other coyotes? He hadn't seen a coyote since he left his mother to join this little group. His mind wondered back to the cats. There was a strange scent that he had never smelled before floating around in the air. Is that was feline smelled like? Did they all smell that bad? Autumn wrinkled his nose and shook his head. He was going to be surrounded by these creatures, how was he going to focus with that stench clogging up his nose that whole time? To pass the time, Autumn ran the quote his foster mother had told him so many times through his head; 'You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth.' He didn't know what it meant, but it made him feel better. --------- 285 words. quote by William W. Purkey; [/scrolly]

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[wonder]

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[atrb=background,http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/5421/194064578225043147.gif] Jake walks. Jake talks. Jake's thoughts. A battle against the Tempest canines and the Iris felines was destined to come. Jake had known that eventually, they two groups would have to fight and he thought he would be ready for it. Suprisingly though, he felt something he hadn't often felt before - fear. The male had had a close call with a lionness not too long ago and his leg still hurt when he moved quickly. It caused him to limp slightly but atleast it was on the mend. He just wished it wouldn't cost him his life. The border collie and Belgian Tervuren mix watched the leader of the Tempest pack, Brooke, with eager brown eyes. She spoke proud, meaninghul words to her pack that Jake could do nothing but respect. Brooke was a good leader to the pack, she did a good job in keeping her canines safe. Today however, things wouldn't go so smoothly. He glanced at every canine he saw, knowing in his heart that not all with survive, maybe not even himself. The canines had to win this war against the cats, they just had to. Jake wouldn't think of it any other way. Eventually the male's deep brown eyes landed on the Iris pride. The leader, Florence, was also giving powerful and strong words to her felines. Like the canines, each cat seemed pumped and ready for what lay ahead. Looking at the lioness in charge instantly reminded him of Icefang, the cat that harmed him. His eyes narrowed as he watched the cats, they would pay for what they had done to the Tempest dogs. Pulling his focus away from the Iris cats, he turned to look at the silvery wolf that went by the name of Gravity. He was in charge of a group known as the scavengers who's only rule was to kill all felines. Jake watched him and Brooke with enthusiastic and yet concerning eyes. Words;; 319. Muse;; Good. Other;; Nothing.

[dragonqeen1010]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/30dhrbb.jpg] "Speech!" The air was tense, everyone could feel it whether you were born a kit or a pup you felt it. Yet there was a feeling more than the tense awaiting that was running through them like a virus. Hate, was like a plague and they all had it. The dogs hated the cats wishing to only rip their innards from their body's and lay them out for the crows, the cats wanted to use claws to tear their foes the dogs into bits. Diablo felt all this coming from every side of him and he lavished it. It made his blood pump, made his toes tingle, it made him feel alive. Fighting was a drug to Diablo, blood was as addicting to him as it was to the creature he was named after and he felt no shame in it. The dingo had killed countless strays on this very street for simply sport or food. He had tasted their fowl flesh ad held it in his stomach only to pass them onto the dirt where they belong. Diablo wanted this fight. He wanted to watch people die. Sure dogs would die, he would enjoying seeing them fall to. Here Diablo cared not who died just as long as many bodies covered the ground when the sun fell for the crows to feast on and you can count on the fact that once his wounds are licked one particular dingo will return to feast with them. Both talked giving words of praise to the people on their side yet Diablo hardly listened to the black lab bitch. He didn't care what she had to say, Florence words though held more amusement. Revenge... They all wanted revenge which he found amusing. There was no revenge here, no honor, only hate and the willingness to stain the ground with blood. He stood at the front of the mass of bloody paw soldiers with many others. The front line was where he demanded to be and the front line was where he was. Head low and eyes intense he didn't bother to growl or make a show. He would show them how wrong they were when they believed that they would win. The cats bred like cockroaches, the dogs trained like Marines. Glancing back he noticed a mutt of a dog and could see the fear in his eyes. “Stay away from the big ones, keep your face out of the way. Your fur will protect you from smaller cats claws,” his voice was low as he spoke to the thick furred mutt. Why he was giving advice was unclear to him but he might as well. Who knew who this guy was, who cared? If he lived longer he would kill more cats and Diablo was more than happy with that. ---------------------------- Words:469 Notes:He is speaking to Jake

[alkakine]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2cnwdnn.png][scrolly:h(217),w(394),sy] As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport It was like Hexasol was holding it's breath. The city was on edge, all the loners, even the Lexis Tribe, were in hiding, as not to get in the way of the bloodbath that was about to ensue. Shakespeare glanced over the edge of the small overhang in which he sat, higher then any other waiting feline. The dusky tabby had clamored his way up the side of a nearby building, reaching the roof. But surely, this was not good enough! And so, Shakespeare scaled the old (very small) water-tower, and sat above most of Hexasol. The bright yellow of his eyes was running through the felines on the rooftops, looking for the black fur of his brother. But at his current height, it was hard to distinguish anything in the throngs of pelts that were above the rooftops. It was hard to even tell who was who on the rooftops below him. Shakespeare paused, his eyes falling on the canines below. They were certainly outdone in numbers. He had never seen so many canines gather in one place. And what was that task? Kill felines. The though itched in the back in Shakespeare's mind, knowing that he'd have to be fighting them sooner or later. Whatever, he had to respect what his parents had died for. Or else they died for nothing, and that couldn't be the case. Here he was,in the middle of one of stories his parents had told him through his childhood. Was Spencer thinking of the same thing? How his parents had told of brutal wars that only ended in nothing good. And today would end in nothing good either. But, alas, he was here to fight, and fight he would do. His only question was would it be in vain? How many catlings would be left without parents after this? How many in this crowd even cared? Shakespeare snorted to himself, eyes flicking to where Florence stood, giving a small battle-cry speech. While he had nothing against the lioness, he could help but wonder if she realized the risk she was taking. Her catlings had been born not to long ago. How could she think that she was at her strongest right now? The tabby sighed, taking a last look towards the dieing sun. For some of these cats, maybe even him, when the sun would fall, so would they. ooc;; Total crap post. :/ But the first with Shakespeare.

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] He was ready, the scavengers were ready, Tempest was ready. The time had come, and Fenris couldn't wait. His paws itched to race ahead and slash those stupid cats, to rip into their veins and suck their freaking blood. Oh how he longed to do so.. but there he stood, composed and powerful standing amongst his fellow pack. He glanced around, and met the eyes of his mate. Dawn. Suddenly the huge wolf felt a pang of worry, the female was heavily pregnant.. due any week now this was horribly, terribly dangerous and for the first time Fenris felt apprehensive. He swallowed and flattened his ears, dark fathomless eyes starting intensely into hers. The rugged beast would give his life ten times over, just to ensure the safety of his family. Maybe, tonight that would happen. He nodded and stepped closer towards the white she-wolf. "Listen Dawn, if things go badly then you take of our pups. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, ok? I-I.. er.. i - love you." He gulped, heaving a worrysome sigh. If Dawn died, he would never forgive himself. Fenris had done everything he could to discourage her, but his mate was proud, stubborn and honourable. She wasn't going to back down on the greatest night of their lives. He gave a rough lick to her cheek, before gazing away. Hundreds of canines were gathered here, waiting in the tense air. Hexasol remained silent baited breath, just waiting for the gruesome battle to begin. Dogs and canines alike would die here tonight, but it would all be for a cause. Brooke then began to speak, her words strong and clear in the early evening sky. Fenris followed her gaze, and saw what looked like an army of felines. The massive wolf snorted, baring his fangs at the lioness that led the dirty cats. She was going down, one way or another. With that, Brooke spoke on and the wolf felt a deep power inside him. No matter what happened tonight, Tempest would live on, dogs would survive.. and cats would fall. Fenris turned now, standing tall and straight. Tonight he would fight and battle alongside the scavengers, for canines. Tonight he would give his life.

[{Mactíre}]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2ls7193.png] Vagabond stood among the crowd of canines, Tempest Pack and Scavenger mixed to form one large group. He listened impatiently to Brooke's words- he could see his enemy, and he wanted to get at them, not stand around here while the leaders made epic speeches. This was what he and his fellows had been brought to Hexasol for - to fight, and perhaps die, against these felines. Looking around at everyone, he saw that the two sides were fairly well matched- without the Scavengers, the Iris Pride would have an advantage in having greater numbers. His impatience growing, the little male scraped his claws along the ground, his tail wagging steadily as the slow beating of a battle drum. He glanced up as the cats' leader, a lioness named Florence, made her own speech to her followers. Unable to resist, Vagabond called out in the near-silence that followed her words, "Run while you can, little kitties. Before this battle is over, you'll rue the day you were born; you'll be crying out for your mothers like a lost kitten. Death is the only thing that awaits you here!" The French Bulldog grinned toothily then, his tail-wagging increasing in speed. This would be a bloodbath, he was sure of it, and he knew that it was unlikely that he would survive. What chance did a tiny dog such as he have against the bigger felines. I'll take a few of them with me before I go, though, he thought to himself. I owe that to myself, at least. I'd be ashamed if I couldn't take at least five of them single-pawed. Glancing at his comrades, he saw the same grim determination reflected in their faces- live or die, they would fight this battle. They would give it their all, and if the Iris Pride wasn't left in tatters after this, he'd be mildly surprised. Looking from Gravity to Broke to Florence, he waited for a signal to be given, his muscles tensed, his jaws clenched.

[flit]

Wasn't it obvious enough? Hondo was pumped, ecstatic for this battle to finally start. The Tempest pack had been going at the cat's pride for years, he'd heard. He'd definitely joined their masses at the right time. He couldn't believe the sheer masses of cats in front of them and the same for the canines around him. Every feline and canine Hexasol seemed to be here. One question remained though, where was the tree-hugging group that wanted peace between the two species? They weren't here from what Hondo was seeing and frankly he was happy about it. By sheer luck he'd run into a wolf from that group and it disturbed him at the way it had stopped him from tearing up a cat. Sure, felines were fascinating creatures and deserved to live too, but they had killed too many of his kind for their clan to think they could just waltz around and make every animal bow down to them. The red Akita Inu took in the area with a sweep of his head, recording the ground and everything nearby. It would all become useful once the order for attack was called. He'd been a ranch dog and one thing he'd learned was that knowing the territory was the key to winning any skirmish, or battle in this case.

A bark belonging to a female rang clear through the land. Every canine looked towards their alphess and waited for her words to reach them. It was a rallying call for them to do great no matter what happened. Brooke was standing near the old alpha, Gravity, now leader to the Scavengers. At her words, howls erupted with the war call and he joined in. His voice melded with those of his pack, friends and enemies he hadn't properly all met, promising to fight with all his heart with them.

Once that chaos died down, he heard the yowls chorus from the feline side after their lioness leader had talked as well. Was Gravity going to say anything? Hondo looked towards the male with a cocked head, but a bark from a darkish Scavenger brute nearby made his attention move towards him. What he barked to the felines with words full of hate, Hondo smirked at it. Even so, he returned his attention to the alphess and Gravity. One thing was for certain, they would all be in for more than they could chew.

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Hueso shadowed his leader, ears sitting upright like devilish harks on the crown of his ashen head. For once in his life, there was no sign of his lopsided smirk. The white shepherd wore a solemn, almost melancholy expression. Many would lose their lives tonight; maybe he would even lose his. But if there was any way for him to die, it was defending his pack. He cast a desolate look over his shoulder at the canines marching behind. They were all so determined; ready to give up their life on a dime for the world they loved and lived in. It was heart-wrenching. However, Hueso and all of the dogs had a victory set in mind tonight. They would fight, and many would die, but not in vain. Tempest will win tonight. He shifted his gaze back to the felines lining up before them, quite a distance away.

An overwhelming stench of fish and self-righteousness collided with his senses immediately. He growled, amazed at the feline's stupidity. The smug expression on Florence's face made him want to kill her all the more. He couldn't comprehend how foolish they were to think that they could defeat Tempest. The thought of tearing out a cat's insides right now sent the most satisfying shiver down his spine. Soon he would be able to do that and more. No matter what happened, Tempest would never die. The seed had been planted...Iris could never take that away. The spores of knowledge had spread throughout Hexasol, just like the virus that had demolished humanity. Florence and her gang would be next.

His gaze rested on Brooke as she spoke, feeling his heart leap with the confidence she fed to all of them. Gravity, the leader he had never met, was beside her. Hueso paused for a moment, allowing time to pass slowly as he soaked up all that was going on. This might be the last time he would see Brooke and Gravity alive. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Through the masses of dogs he couldn't locate Nikita. His daughters should be at home, he knew that. He gulped back the worry, converting it into anger and frustration. He narrowed his eyes on the cats. They were the reason he had to worry, the reason he would destroy them tonight.

You will pay for what you have done to our soldiers...Rikki, Brooke and Bane's pups...and countless other dogs who have suffered...hurting Nikita... The last thought gave him an increase in adrenaline. He lifted his muzzle to the darkening sky and belted out a vengeful howl with the rest of Tempest. The red sun cast bloody clouds across the sky. Soon, the soil would be stained scarlet even without the sunset's help. This would be the last sunset for countless out on the battlefield tonight. Dawn would bring an entirely new beginning...but dawn was very far away.

the sirens of decay
will infiltrate the inside

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/69okxv.jpg] "Speech!" The anticipation was killing him, and perhaps the ones around him too. The growls and howls of the pack could be heard but even then, Bane felt like the whole world had gone silent. He was behind Brooke and Gravity, though his eyes stayed on Brooke. They hadn't talked in ages, they hadn't talked at all really. Sure they were still mates, they still loved each other, and they had actually talked a bit but they'd always avoided the rough subject of being captured. Bane was extremely affected by it all, he hadn't been the same since. He wasn't going to give Florence the satisfaction of him admitting he'd been broken but he'd come pretty damn close. Brooke proved to be tougher, as he'd let his children melt a soft spot in his heart which was a weakness good enough for the Iris to hit. He hated them, with an intense passion of a thousand suns of hatred. He was determined tonight, to get revenge on the lost lives of his children. Making him kill his son, Florence would regret it all. It had broken his heart, he'd lost a bit of himself that day. He hadn't even been able to fucking love his mate like he used to. So many times he had wished he would just die, that his time would end. Before, he would've asked for anything but that. No matter how much he loved Brooke, he felt broken and lost inside. This battle was going to bring his heart and passion back. He was ready to bring down the vermin called the Iris Pride. His whole body was planted, firm to the ground; his head lowering before his teeth barred and a growl escaped his mouth. When he'd finally found something to make him happy, he'd finally been able to tell Brooke that they deserved pups and it's all taken from him. Sure, he had his two pups left. But he had missed most of their childhood. There was always something going on or if he was around them, Brooke wasn't. They weren't a family anymore, all because of the fucking Iris. This was a war he hoped to win and if they didn't, a secret part of him wished he would die before the battle ended. He couldn't take a failure even if they succeeded to an extent. He wanted them down, he wanted Florence dead. His lost pups deserved that much, and the pack would give that to them. This was for all the lives lost. This was revenge among no other. This was a war until death. ooc: holy crap, smiff or whoever plays the other pup, message me. I have no idea how old the pups around this time and how Bane and Brooke are now. Lolol.

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