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Post by `K E Z Z I ♥♥ on Aug 31, 2011 19:55:37 GMT
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So this was what it all came down to then? A gory fight till the death.. oh Fenris couldn't have pictured a better showdown. Canines and felines pitted against eachother in this bloodbath, it was a night of his dreams. The signal hadn't yet been given, but there couldn't be long now. He felt a warm lithe body pressed against him, and a gentle proud voice in his ear. Fenris felt a second contraction of fear for his mate, he had to keep her safe.. no matter what!
Suddenly the battle cry had sounded and everyone exploded into action, the sound of paws beat into his ears and he felt the canines surge forward. Glancing one more time at Dawn, he nodded. Before he leapt ahead, racing side by side with his mate. The wolf felt the earth beneath his powerful paws fly by, he felt incredible at that moment. He glared ahead, his eyes locked onto a leopard that was bounding in their direction. A animalistic feral snarl ripped from his trembling larynx, and he soared into the air. Landing on the opposite side of the spotted feline, he grinned darkly. His hackles stood on end, as the leopard roared and turned back towards him. Fenris darted to the left, the big cat followed suit before he dashed forward and in a circular motion around the leopard once more. As he passed the leopard side, he unleashed his impressive snapping jaws, ripping into the felines's lower abdomen. His legs didn't stop moving, and his jaws set down into crushing mode as the leopard snarled in pain and leapt backwards away from the huge wolf.. the skin and muscle tore away from its body and left a gaping hole in the leopard side. It screamed in agony, stumbling onto its side watching Fenris with hatred as he bounded away into the fray.
After crushing an ocelots skull and bringing down a black panther alongside another wolf and a doberman. He saw a pair of male lions heading straight for a flash of white, a swollen stomach. Dawn No. No. No. His heart raced, and for a moment he stopped dead still. A tiny black domestic cat seized it's chance, yowled and leapt upon the rugged muscular wolf's back and began scraping at his layer-thick fur like a crazed frog on weed yet Fenris barely felt a scratch, he was so petrified. Swallowing hard he jolted forward, leaving the black feline riding his huge back like a cowboy. It screamed and was forced to hold onto to his scruff one pawed, his other paws and the rest of his body was streaming behind in the motion-induced wind.
The scene before he him played out faster than he could ever of imagined, there were the two colossal lions heading straight for his mate. He had to stop them, even with a maniacal hooligan riding him like a bull. Fenris pushed his body to the limit, he had to get there, his family's life depended on it. He galloped, his paws ate up the earth and he felt as though he were flying. No matter what he had to get there first. The lions closed in, so did Fenris. He wasn't going to make it, they were going to rip her apart. He panted, his chest heaving ten to the dozen in panic and rage. Please, anything but this. Even if he did get there in time, how the fuck was he going to fend of two huge male lions? An impossible task for one wolf. He snarled, fearless in the face of death and pushed on in one final spurt of speed and power. Still the little domestic idiot clung upon him, too terrified to let go.
The two brawny beasts were within four meters of crushing the Arctic she-wolf when Fenris arrived. A flash of pure white brought the pair to a sudden halt, causing dirt to billow around them. Fenris panted before taking in a deep breath of air, and roared. "You will not touch my mate, not before I pour your guts onto this land." The two lions glared silently, before they shook out their massive manes and one leapt upon Fenris. Suddenly the small cat that was still freaking clinging onto the wolf's back, was thrown by Fenris's sudden dart backwards. It was sent flying through the air, landing perfectly upon the second lion's face. The black cat's razor sharp claws retracted and raked across the male's face, traumatized and shell-shocked from his bumpy ride he pierced the big cats eyes.. blinding him.
Meanwhile Fenris was locked in a fierce deadly battle with the other brother. He snarled impossibly, as the male extended a thick foreleg to claw his face. The unusually large wolf ducked, and darted forward grabbing hold of the lion's paw. He bit down hard, his merciless inches long daggers declawing the foolish feline.
The male lion snarled and pulled his paw back sharply, leaping sideways and colliding with his lion brother who had managed to extract the screaming maniac from his eyeballs and face. It was agonized and furious, with one eye blind. Fenris snapped his jaws threateningly, standing in front of Dawn. He trembled with adrenalin and anxiety for his love. Quicker than he thought lions could move, the brothers pounced towards the two wolves, together they weighed about the same as a small car. Only a miracle could save them now.
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Post by tazo on Aug 31, 2011 22:19:29 GMT
Dawn was becoming tired. Her swolen stomach made it increasingly difficult to move at all, let alone run around and fight in a war. Maybe this was a bad idea.... She thought, looking around simultaneously trying watch her back and find another cat to prey upon. Her attention was stolen away from her own safety by a Maine Coon who had decided to square off with her. "You stupid fool of a mutt," it said, glaring at her with amber eyes, "You don't have the slightest chance in hell of surviving today. Just like all of your canine friends, Iris Pride will destroy you. While we're at it, we'll tear open that stomach of yours and devour those little delicacies that reside inside of you!" With a terrifying scream the cat charged at Dawn, but she was ready.
The one thing no animal should ever do is threaten a mother's cubs. The Maine Coon had made a grave mistake in his words and he would be the one torn open and devoured by the dogs of Tempest. The enraged white wolf met the large domestic cat head on, aiming for his eyes. The blood lust was on her, and she wanted to hear his screams of pain. Dawn crunched down on his face, decimating his nose and jaw. A second readjustment of her grip and a slight tug brought her jaws closed around the remainder of his head. The cat was destroyed, but Dawn wasn't done yet. She was off in her own world, far off from the danger approaching her. The angry wolf tore the cat's head clear of his shoulders and buried her snout inside his body, pulling out strands of his innards, bathing herself and the ground in the stupid creature's blood. When she was finally done with her rampage, no one would ever know if the dismembered mess on the ground had been a cat or a dog, or for that matter any animal at all.
When Dawn finally looked up and brought herself back to the fight, she realized the gravity of her mistake. Oh god damnit... She realized Fenris was screaming at a pair of lions who must have been headed right for her...and she hadn't even noticed. She'd put her own mate in a position of danger because he felt obligated to protect her. She snarled and leapt to his side. He wasn't going down if she had anything to do with it. "Come on Fenris, we can take these two down. We've been through everything together, and we can come out alright from this too. I love you."
The Maine Coon had put the idea into the Arctic Wolf's head that all of these cats wanted to get at and eat her babies. True or not it seemed entirely possible to Dawn, and she wasn't going to have that. "Let's go!" With renewed vigor she charged forward to meet the brothers, squaring off with the one that Fenris had partially declawed. They could do this. They would do this and get out together. They had to. For their pups. With a very un-wolf-like scream, Dawn slammed into the big lion who was threatening her and her mate's life. Almost as an afterthought she realized that this bastard was way too big to deal with alone. It was too late now though, and she needed to take her chances. As they collided she buried her teeth into the lion's shoulder, holding on for dear life and simply trying to avoid his claws. The pair spun around in circles, both trying to get at the other. The lion was screaming profanities at Dawn, swearing on his life and that of his brother that he would kill her. But he hadn't yet and that was what counted.
Before their momentum spun them away from each other, Dawn tore a big chunk of muscle away from the big bastard's shoulder, spitting it to the side and watching him collapse. He quickly got up of course, but the leg was no longer supporting any weight. Perhaps the mother-to-be still had a chance. She could only hope that Fenris was doing just as well. Then a thought tickled at the back of Dawn's mind: Where is Autumn?
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Post by fate on Sept 1, 2011 3:18:32 GMT
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"Speech!"
Hypnosis had been on top of the lab, just fixing to cut the lines of his life when she was slammed off. A dingo had rammed into her, throwing her off the lab. The lab was very close to death, which was obvious as he collasped straight to the ground with a loud thud. He moaned which was the only indication that he was still alive. He wasn't going to do any moving soon so Hypnosis let her eyes search for the dingo. He was right there, his eyes full of blood lust and determination. A grin took over her face, and she crouched as he came at her. Very quickly, she leaped over him as he tried ramming into her. When she landed on the ground, her cat reflexes kicked in and she turned back to face Diablo completely. She snarled before leaping at him, exposing her stomach but getting her claws around his head and her teeth sinked in behind his ear.
It was insane to think the canines could win. Cats were superior; no doubt it. Hypnosis loved the Pride, they really were her family. Not that she had a close relationship with any of them but without them she knew she would be dead. She needed to be with someone, this being where her monophobia kicked in. It was strange considering her past but she remembered that even through all the chaos she really felt the need to be near someone.
Even if they didn't want her near them, which was sad to think about. Though her family had been completely mental, she wasn't truly to blame for that. They just were, so she had to suck the fuck up and handle it. She had better things to worry about, considering she was struggling to stay on the dogs head. Her claws deep in his skin.
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"Speech!"
Bane had been following when he quickly became cornered by three huge cats. Not once did he worry about the odds, he wasn't worried anymore about dying; if it was going to happen it was going to happen but he wasn't just going to give himself like a sacrifice, he was going to fight till the end. He growled, his whole body tensing up just when the large lioness began talking. ”Hello Bane,” ... ”You remember me, don’t you?” The past flashed before his eyes and he only became more enraged. It was Kira, the one who had made him rape Rikki. He knew that had hurt Brooke extremely but he didn't know how to solve that when she wouldn't allow him to love her anymore. He had never felt anything for Rikki, but yet ...the one he really truly loved was denying him. And it was all because of Florence and Kira, including a few others but here she was; Kira. He watched the two black panthers go to create a barrier around them.
She was looking to kill him slowly and painfully, right here right now. He was up for the challenge, as she had many things to pay debt for. She was dying, he had it set in his mind. She deserved it, thinking of what she did to his family and how she was a feline. His whole life had been destroyed and he could start getting revenge right now. "Hell yes I remember you. I believe you're here to meet your death right? I'm extremely happy you came to me when you decided to go. This will be fun yes?" |
[/color] he growled. Just that moment, he heard Brooke call him; "Bane!". At that moment he wished she would have kept going, to let him face victory or death alone. But he knew he would have done the same to her, but it was just that... she had basically been denying him...why help him now? When his heart was broken and failing. She came rushing, he was sure but he didn't dare take his eyes off Kira. "Like hell I'll give up after all this... Bane, I'm coming!" A small grin appeared on his face before he let it die. She would take a while, and he was ready to start the bloodshed. "Kira? You'll pay bitch, I promise you that."[/color] with that comment, he leaped. His jaws open and latching on her shoulder. She swatted him but by then he'd released and rammed her with his whole body. Before she could react he let his jaws latch on one of her legs knowing that a big blow would be coming soon, but at the moment he was drawing blood like crazy. He hadn't been paying attention to Brooke's progress and how she had made it to him but he heard her easily. "YOU BITCH! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US!" Us. He missed that dearly...Brooke had no idea how bad off he was, really... she just didn't understand. It was partially his fault for sulking off but she thought that for having feelings for him and her pups it made her weaker. So she'd spent the time after the incident working with the Pack more than anything. She was renewing her heart, making it stronger and less penetratable. He couldn't do that, he couldn't just deny his love for her, it was impossible. [/justify] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Mika on Sept 1, 2011 10:15:06 GMT
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"Speech."Thoughts.Actions. Because of the rush of adrenaline, the sounds of cats and dogs fighting and the scent and taste of blood he didn't notice anyone with him. He didn't even hear Brooke's orders to stay together. At first he payed no mind to the canine fighting alongside him. What was his name again? Hound right? He would focus on names later. For only a second Argos curiously shifted his eyes to the side as The Hound seemed to panic and run to were the canines who made the back lines of the pack were. He didn't even think that weakened canines would be here.
He turned his attention back to his opponent who tried to push the great dane on his back when he was momentarily distracted but he managed to quickly regain his balance. He put his paws on the cougar's shoulders and clamped down harder on his snarling face. Argos used as much strength as he could at that moment to use his forepaws to push the puma back. His claws, that were still dug deep into the german mastiffs' shoulders, left behind long angry marks on his shoulders. It took more effort than Argos expected but he successfully managed to push the cougar onto his back, tearing away fur and flesh in the process. While the cat was still on his back Argos took that chance to seize its throat in his jaws and squeeze as tightly as he could. He took notice of some canines running in one direction. Three big cats had apparently cornered Bane and Brooke and some of his pack mates were going to help them. Not wanting to be left out Argos ran at the big cats with his pack mates and bit into the hind leg of the closest one. | |
Juliet stretched her neck forward until it started to hurt a little but from her position she managed to reach a certain part of the lynx's' neck and squeezed her jaws shut around it. The lynx went limp but it wasn't dead, for a second it still had its fangs in her shoulder. Juliet had bitten into his spine and paralyzed it from the shoulders down. She left the cursing cat to die on his own or at the mercy of her pack as she jumped onto the back of a cheetah that had a foxhound pined to the ground and bit into the back of its head.
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Post by nitro on Sept 1, 2011 17:04:33 GMT
Despite his well thought out movements, the Ocelot somehow still managed to escape him. He could see the cat's muscles tense themselves in intervals seconds before she escaped his punishment, narrow pupils locked on his foe, observing, assessing, each movement another brush stroke to a slowly developing picture. The little bastard was faster than she seemed, it so appeared. Though he might have been a little bit larger, he would still have to get a hold of the little bugger first. He divided his weight back on the ground with an audible 'thud', his paws catching nothing but air and dirt. Still his head oscillated to trace the cat who was now running around him, not planning to let her get away unscathed for very long. In the small time allotted he angled his shoulder to take the brunt of punishment. He felt terrible pain as the set of fangs drove into his shoulder, but he managed to stay on his feet. Neck swiveled, adrenaline and pain coursing through his blood. A bitter hiss left his lips, quickly drowned into silence by the swift clinch of the winds. Blood tore from the wound immediately, hissing and spitting their distaste as they descended to trace down the Shepherd's leg. Muzzle curled in frustration, the very anger inside of his large frame licking and bubbling at the edges of his composure. Hastily Nitro pivoted around to face his enemy, though the movement was met with a fierce streak of protest from his wounded shoulder. Still he soldiered on. He dug his hind-legs into the ground, throwing himself into a full-throttled run. The dog's black-and-tan fur seemed as if a jolt of electricity had raced through it; every wiry hair was on end, hackles inflated to the max, making him appear almost twice his already formidable size. "You running piece of garbage!" There was an enraged hitch to his voice. Rows of jagged ivories stretched out into the shadows as he opened his maw, lunging for the cat with cold fire burning in his eyes. Eager teeth tried to grasp a portion of her neck or head, and if successful, he would apply the most cruelest of methods that came to mind at that point in time. The ligaments in his neck bunched as he sent her flying (hopefully face-first) into a nearby brick wall with all the power he could muster. Feeling his energy reserves fray quickly, he then jerked backwards and proceeded to trash her around, purposely throwing her into whatever he could find. Not a very clever thing to waste his energy like he was, but then again, Nitro wasn't thinking very strategically at the moment.
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Post by ♥Picasso on Sept 1, 2011 17:10:13 GMT
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"Speech"
It was time to kill. Florence hissed at a dalmatian that fearlessly ran at her, and she quickly defended a blow he would have dealt her to the side. After several seconds of brawling on the tarmac, Florence sunk her jaws into the dalmatian's neck, piercing an important artery, before leaving the dog as it choked on his own blood, gurgling yelps falling on deaf ears. She felt no compassion to the dogs in his battle, even if they were someone's brother, father, son, Florence cared none. Her eyes quickly gazed to Kira, her daughter facing Bane. Florence smirked. He stood no chance, she was sure. How would Brooke react to the death of her mate? Oh how Florence hoped she would turn so mad that no one would listen to her orders again. If they couldn't kill Brooke today, then they could certainly take out her precious mate. It made Florence wonder whether their two living pups were here at the battle. They would be fully grown by now, and it would be jackpot if Florence could sink her fangs into their stupid little necks.
She once again attacked two other dogs, staying together and attacking her at once. They were strong, powerful, and yet Florence easily managed to stun one of them with a blow from her mighty paw. It fell against the ground, panting in shock. Four strikes across it's little cheek from her paws. The other dog also didn't know what to do for a fraction of a second, before he once again launched on Florence, snapping his jaws at her neck. The dog whose face has been slashed had miraculously managed to get up off the ground to deal a bite to her flank, however Florence quickly managed to shake him off. Roaring in anger, she managed to dig her claws so far into the dog at her front that she was sure she punctured an important organ. The dog's eyes widened, before he fell, writhing with pain on the ground. Her body whirled around at the second dog, and within seconds, his neck was getting crushed by her powerful jaws.
Finally with those two stupid dogs out the way, Florence was ready to find her next canine. Which looked as though it would be a rather young and inexperienced looking coyote. Smirking, Florence began stalking towards him. He was going to be easy meat, judging by his age. Still young, still so sure he could cope with a battlefield, yet Florence knew that soon he would be just another limp body in her jaws. Speeding up her pace, she was nearly at the coyote before she leaped, front two legs outstretched and claws unsheathed, mouth open wide as she was ready to rip this coyote to shreds.
ooc; LOOK OUT AUTUMNNNN.
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Post by ROBYNASAURUS on Sept 1, 2011 17:27:52 GMT
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Stinking, scheming felines! Nemesis cursed. Turning round, she was faced with a wall of cats. Smaller, domestic cats as the big cats were in the heat of the battle. They'd thought they'd be clever and mount a surprise attack. She snorted in disgust. These cats were worthless, they didn't even have any honour to meet their opponents head on on the battle field but had to sneak up behind them? Disgusting! Any other day, she would have no problem dispatching the cats but such a large group combined with her injury would cause a problem.
The six cats surrounded her in a circle, closing in. They laughed and sneered, taunting the dog. The first one leapt at her back, landing its claws in her haunches. She snarled, ignoring the pain as she leapt forward, ignoring the cat clinging to her and snapping the one directly infront of her in her jaws. One bite was enough and she felt the vertebrae of its neck snap, killing it instantly. The warm blood trickled down her mouth and pooled as she dropped the lifeless cat to the ground. The rest of the cats drew back a step before launching an attack, leaping at Nemesis together. Brought alive by the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, she roared into battle, twisting around, bring a claw to strike one of the cats out of the air.
The rest clung onto her body, raking their claws down her side. Barely recovered from her savage beating by Icefang, the husky howled out in pain as the claws tore into her recently healed flesh. Without a seconds though, she thrust herself onto the ground, rolling over, crushing the cats beneath her weight. One squeeled out in pain, unable to get away, its skull crushed between Nemesis and the ground. Managing to wriggle free, the last three managed to get away, putting some distance between them and the dog. For a moment she had considered going after them until her icy blue eyes caught sight of the dark shape fighting its way towards him.
Limping slightly, she made her way towards him, pushing her way through the small domestic cats, paying little attention to them and kicking them out of her way with ease. "Hound..." she panted, reaching him. Already she felt in debt to the hound. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have survived the Icefang attack. Without him, she wouldn't have made it back to the asylum. Without him, she wouldn't have made it through the winter. And now he had doubled back in the battle to protect her. The bond they had had quickly surpassed the loyalty one soldier has to another. In the short space of time they had grown to be friends and now she felt so much more towards him. "I have to tell you something" Nemesis panted. It seemed if for a moment that all the commotion around her ceased to exist as she stared at her partner. "In case we don't survive this..." she began, though injecting with a snort in her typical angry manner "...though I don't see why we shouldn't".
"You saved my life. On more than on occassion. And I saved yours. We're bound to each other but I don't want to be with you, just for that". Any other time, she would have though about the words more. But right now in the battle, she didn't have the time to think, in case they didn't make it out alive so the words were raw and unpolished but they were true. Since she'd first laid eyes on him outside the asylum, she'd known. "I want to stay with you, because I care about you. Because I think I love you..." Nemesis admitted. But the butterflies in her stomach were still there, a small but continuous rumbling in the pit of her stomach. "and....Clegane, I'm pregnant.".
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Post by {Mactíre} on Sept 1, 2011 20:21:19 GMT
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Everything was chaos. Vagabond, perched on the roof, could hardly make out where the dogs were and where the cats were. Everyone was fighting as if their lives depended on it, which of course they did. Losing his concentration for but a moment, he whirled around to find the leopard leaping at him, hissing. Dodging to one side, he gave a savage growl, and threw himself at it. Unprepared for such a sudden, reckless attack, it staggered backwards as he buried his teeth in its throat. It aimed a paw at his flank, and he brought out one of his own to strike its side. Together they fell from the roof, with the male on top. Landing with a jolt, he jumped up, ready to attack again, but his adversary was dead, its neck sticking out at an unnatural angle. Without a second glance, he ran forward to engage an ordinary tabby cat. He winced as its sharp claws made contact with his nose, drawing blood. A couple of new scars won't affect me, he thought almost jovially as he went for its scrawny throat.
The cat struggled, but the French Bulldog was stronger than it, and soon it fell from his jaws to the ground, blood staining its neck fur. His eyes alight with the hunger for blood, he looked around. His eyes fell on a terrible sight: the lioness leader of the Iris, Florence, was heading straight for Autumn. The coyote was young and had never seen a battle before; against her, he didn't stand a chance. Immediately exploding into acition, Vagabond pushed through the mass of bodies and ran in front of the younger canine, just at the last possible second. He felt claws slide into the skin on his shoulders and aimed a bite at the side of the lioness's face. "Bring it on, cat!" He barked, his eyes glinting insanely.
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Post by kitten on Sept 1, 2011 20:39:22 GMT
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"Autumn! Listen to me, and listen to me closely: don't take on anything bigger than you. Please, for your own survival, don't be a hero. The cats will fight dirty, and someone many times bigger than you might try to hurt....no, not hurt, kill you. You are in danger this day, as are all those around you. So please, be careful. Take on only what you can honestly handle. I will be here for you, watching you. I promise I won't let you out of my sight. I'll be there right behind you, fighting with you."
"Yes ma'am! Don't be a hero, nothing bigger than me, be careful!" Autumn repeated in a shrill voice. His happy expression faded. "And Dawn, please remember your own words. I don't want to loose you. I've always look at you like a mother, since both of mine are gone." Autumn gave her a small lick on the muzzle before turning at a distance roar. 'What was that?' He thought.
Before he could do anything else, every canine around him surged forward. Not knowing what else to do, he followed. Pretty soon, small, strange creatures began to appear in the mass of animals. 'Cats?' Autumn glanced around, his eyes stopping on a grey cat. He lunged at it, headbutting it's side and knocking it to the ground. The began flailing, hitting the young coyote with unsheathed claws. He yip at the stinging pains, but instantly went for the feline's throat. It was dead in less than a second. He had killed a cat, tasted feline blood.
He looked around. His eyes widened and he froze. A giant cat was stalking towards him. Shaking his head, Autumn turned his whole body towards the cat. 'She told me not to fight anything bigger than me. I could run, but it looks faster than I am.,' He thought. 'I'll stay and fight!
He took one step forward, but a small black shape burst through the crowd and at the monster cat. "Bring it on, cat!" Autumn heard it say.
"Vagabond!" Autumn barked. He took off towards the cat and his friend, they could fight it together. He had to shake his head and focus on the feline when he saw that his teammate was bleeding. "Stupid cat!" He growled, and lunged at the creature's front paw.
--------- 290 words. -ahem- I'm soo behind!! And I'll do Chance's reply later. >_> [/scrolly]
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Post by dragonqeen1010 on Sept 2, 2011 1:37:39 GMT
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Speech
Hitting the cat the dingo felt the impact jar his body but from the time he was a pup Diablo had felt this. Recovering took mere seconds for his adapted body. This lab was a goner, he wouldn't live through the battle and even if he did he would forever be crippled. Yet Diablo could not think about his sympathy for the dog. He was only a dog but today he was a fellow in arms, a companion in a single goal and his sacrifice would not quickly fade into history. Snarling Diablo's auburn eyes held nothing but hate for the cat before him. It was only a bit smaller than himself yet the dingo didn't care. He didn't care if this was a tiger, he was going to fight this thing.
Going at the lynx Diablo watched it crouch and new a jump was coming. As he had suspected the agile cat jumped over him but he turned with her keeping his face at her ready to bite into anything with in reach. On the offense he went at her again. A tooth into an eye, through a nostril, or lip, was all he would need to make her feel enough pain to back away leaving her venerable to him. That was all he needed, that one moment where he hurt her enough that she shyed away and he could finished her. When he went at her again he knew what was coming. She had claws and undoubtedly would use them.
Claws dug in around his head but that was not the pain that occupied his attention. It was the teeth which went in behind his ear. Pain hit him but it was quickly washed away as he acted. Adrenalin worked in the dingo's favor washing away all pain allowing his mind to stay fixed into the fight and survival. The only evidence of his pain was a quick yelp before Diablo snarled, his anger showing through. Blood pumped and his wild instincts bled through his rational thoughts.
Ignoring pain and likelihood of injury he shook, flailed and snapped his jaws. Like the crazy mad animal he was he turned and flailed as much as he possibly could. Reaching out with his teeth the dingo took hold of a large chunk of flexible hairy flesh at the cats ribs. His teeth could not get hold of muscle but only skin yet that was fine with him. Continuing to struggle, his teeth punctured her skin and holding on with powerful jaws he attempted to rip. Ripping out a hunk of flesh would be only the beginning of what Diablo hoped to do to this feline.
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Post by ¿ Taçhi ? on Sept 2, 2011 11:48:30 GMT
OOC: LOL, sorry for the length gais. But I have a train to catch, and I don't have time to sort through this to shorten it down. LIVE WITH IT (love yah all <3).
The fight became a blur for Gravity, as his world narrowed down to the ground he was walking on and the forces that surrounded him. Despite Brooke's urgent command the big wolf clawed his way through the battleground on his own four paws, keeping to no one group of allies and pursuing no specific group of enemies. Silent and malicious he slipped through the ranks, pouncing where he saw the opportunity, saving lives where he could, and never letting the chance of a kill pass him by.
He lost count of the number of domesticated cats that found their deaths underneath his paws or between his fangs, and together with a group of Tempest Hunters he gave a cougar a taste of how it was to be the prey, bleeding the magnificent cat with more than a dozen bites, until its pelt was more red than brown and its growls had turned to guttural grunts of pain. Somewhere along the way he'd lost track of the Scavengers. He did not remember when or where. Time had lost its meaning. He remembered that a lynx had latched onto him, its claws digging into his hind legs and leaving marks that stung with every movement. He didn't dignify it with much thought, the adrenaline pumping through his body reducing the wounds to bee-stings. How long had they been fighting? Minutes, hours, days? Did it really matter? As the grey shape left an Egyptian Mau broken behind, hind legs crushed and front legs clawing desperately to get away from the pain, it occurred to the timber wolf that this was the first time he'd ever lead anyone into battle. Sure, he'd been the head of several skirmishes... but never a true battle, not to the scale of this. He'd participated in several under Baron, but since he seized power he had kept to defending the perimeter of the packlands, preferring a more subtle tactic of hit-and-runs and ambushes. But here he was, no longer Warden, yet somehow he had been part of the big machine that had brought them all here, and was now grinding both packs to dust.
Everywhere around him, canines and felines alike were yowling and howling, slashing and biting, killing and dying. Here they were, in parts because of him.
Fighting and dying for a greater cause, he told himself.
Fighting and dying for your pride, a voice remarked at the back of his head. He could almost see Devil's smirk for his inner eye, as the Labrador would've delivered the taunt with a dare in her eyes and a bluntness to her voice. Her taunts had always been the worst, for they almost always contained a grain of truth.
A Siamese cat abused his momentary absentmindedness to throw itself at his face, clawing wildly and howling like mad. What caused the rat to think he could take on a full-grown wolf was beyond Gravity, but by now everyone seemed so mad with bloodlust that he frankly wasn't surprised. With more annoyance than anything he swept away the feline before it could do any harm, swatting it aside and leaving it to dart away cradling its front paw and sprouting a broken tail. It was first when he had to blink away the blood stinging in his eyes that he realized the gash the cat had opened upon his forehead. He shook his big head. Pathetic.
After the cat he found there were no enemies within reaching distance, only a couple of dogs and a coyote darting between the fallen shapes, making short work of every wounded feline he found on his way. With a snort that sent droplets of blood flying from his muzzle, Gravity drew himself upwards in an attempt to survey the battle. His gaze scanned the battlefield, locating Brooke and Bane locked in battle with a group of lions lead by a lioness he didn't recognize, and further locating Florence slashing her way through the ranks of his forces. Hate flashed hot in grey eyes that hardened like steel, though he forced his gaze to continue its sweep of the road. Where was Mercury and Lexis? Their forces were crucial in this game of chess - the piece that would run across the board to shove a stick up Florence's behind until it reached the point where the sun doesn't shine. An annoyed growl rumbled through Gravity's body, though he knew there was nothing he could do about it now. The dice had been thrown, and it was all in the hands of fate and his brother Mercury.
It was seconds after reaching this conclusion, that his eyes were attracted to something interesting. A white shape darting through the ranks, ignoring felines and canines alike, as the mighty shape plowed a path where no path had been seconds before. Gravity's ears twitched when he identified Fenris, and another time when he saw where the white wolf was headed: Another white shape, heavy with pregnancy. Two full-grown lions. His eyes darted back to Florence, his muscles tensed. Then the wirelike shape of the former Warden could be seen slipping back into the battle, clawing his way towards his destination.
Silently the wolf darted around a rottweiler and a clouded leopard locked together in a deathly wrestling competition, shooting over the gravel he leapt for his prey, and finally let loose a menacing growl as he crashed into the body of the lion. In his mind it was Florence's flesh he was ripping into as he latched himself onto the back part of one of the lions threatening Dawn and Fenris, her blood that ran sweet on his tongue as he dug his fangs into the side of the animal. But no matter the amount of wishing, one has to come down to the real world at one point or the other. Though Gravity had the advantage of surprise, keeping himself behind the lion and away from its deadly claws, the feline was a warrior and quick to recover. With a growl of pain and anger it threw itself at the ground with a quick roll to shake off the wolf, and the leader of the Scavengers had to taste bitter defeat as he, despite his efforts, were drawn into the lion's embrace. Not much unlike the leopard and the rottweiler a couple of meters away, the wolf and the lion threw themselves into the wrestling match with growls and bared fangs. Gravity could feel the claws of his hind legs rake several times across the exposed belly of the lion, his fangs burying themselves in soft flesh and coming away red and dripping with blood. But the victory was short-lived as he felt enormous paws and sharp claws drag across his back, lines of intense flames suddenly erupting across his shoulder blades, whilst the hind legs dug painfully into his lower abdomen. A howl left him just as the movement of their roll threw the two combatants apart again. The wolf slid across the gravel, each second increasing the agony of his wounds. It was with a painful growl that the lean shape pulled himself to a stand again, turning back towards the lions, the wolves, and the fight.
The entire thing had taken less than half a minute.
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Post by flit on Sept 3, 2011 3:58:50 GMT
Hondo's ears arched to hear the last words of Gravity before the air shook with roars from the feline's ranks. His amber gaze flashed towards their leader who had begun to speak to them as her pride welcomed her speech with invigorating energy. It was as if the sheer amount of it was contributing to what was stored inside his being for it was trembling, not with fear, but excitement.
He was but a new member to the Tempest pack, but he was proud of them and would give the battle his all. In his past he'd worked on a ranch, keeping away and fighting off predators large and small after the cattle. Looking into the ranks of the felines assured him that his skill was up to the task. Housecats, smallish wild ones, and then the medium cats wouldn't break a sweat. However, it was the big cats that would take more skill, but probably less than a pack of coyotes if he watched out for their claws. The Akita was confident and his stature only gave further evidence as to why.
Then it was as if a calmness ascended both lines before a yowl shattered it with intensity. His hackles raised instantly as he recognized the word shouted into the ranks of the felines as all canines turned their attention to the task at hand and not their leaders. This was his first battle to be a part of and it was amazing how everything occurred. Both sides ran at each other with force before raking apart the ranks.
The Akita felt his paws thrust forward with the canines around him as they ran towards the felines. Then everything began to grow increasingly chaotic as around him fur met with claws and teeth with flesh. All of a sudden it became his turn to join in as a massive brutish looking street cat lunged towards him with ferocity. It's yowl ringed through the battle cries of others and Hondo spotted him, and dared him on.
He kept on running towards the flea-bitten thing as it stupidly made its way to its death. It jumped right at him and arched for his back, lame move to tell the truth. Hondo burst forward to avoid it and turned quickly around only to feel claws rake through his fur. Surprise hit him as the cat smirked and then ran at him to get underneith him. His jaws opened just as he slid his body to the ground, catching the cat easily. The form thrashed in his maw before he crunched down and threw it out of the way. It lay there injured to the point it couldn't get up, but it would survive and Hondo didn't care. Next opponent commence.
His red fur soaked up the blood being drawn up on his back side as he turned around and fixed on another cat. He needed to team up with other canines as the leaders of the Tempest had proposed and he could see why. Cats were beginning to team up on the dogs and they had no chance if they too didn't team up. A growl escaped him for the first time since the battle started as he threw himself at the cat he'd fixed on. It didn't even know he'd been there before it was promptly broken and kicked out of the way.
Warm blood began to cool on his muzzle as the press of bodies became too great for him to bear. Suddenly, he came to realize the felines had come from the sides as well. Now that angered him just a bit. As the battle commenced a howl of pain met his ears specifically and he found the source, Gravity. He looked ripped, beaten, and in pain. Hondo ran towards the once warden with a vengence, seeing his target: lion.
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Post by smudge on Sept 4, 2011 15:19:06 GMT
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Drool collected at the shepherd mix's lips, a few sickly drops dribbling to the ground beside his paws, which were tensed for battle. Hunger danced in his copper irises and death lay heavy on his soul. He yearned for that metallic crimson and the sound of bones succumbing to his jaws. Florence belittled into a bloody, lifeless carcass. Cats screaming in his jaws. The sound of canine victory ringing throughout the land. This was Diego's first major battle. And he wasn't going to disappoint.
He could see his mother at the front with his father, Bane, close beside her. As always, she shouted words of praise and confidence to Tempest, feeding them the strong national unity that they craved. Beside them was Gravity, the former leader Diego had never seen before, and Hueso as well, the general Diego didn't really care for. Even when his vision crossed his parents, no emotion spilled out into his eyes. He was as solid as rock; the only emotion visible was fury and blood-lust.
His morbid gaze returned to the cats. He snarled at the sound of the battle cry and charged, kicking up sod with his flying limbs. Each stride grew longer and longer and each breath became thicker and thicker. He had already targeted some sort of ocelot, ramming into the spotted body with lung-bursting speed. Even as the cat managed to get a good blow on his muzzle, no emotion was portrayed. Instead, he only started ripping into the small body with a greater intensity, until the body didn't try to fight back.
He licked the blood from his lips and looked around, his hackles raising in delight as he heard the screams of battle all around him. And then a less-than-appeasing sight sent him sprinting away from the broken body of the ocelot. Bane was being attacked by a lioness and his mother was being held back by two big cats. Diego snarled, trying to decide which parent he should help. It would likely mean the death of one of them and not the other. A tiny flicker of anguish managed to reach his eyes, and then it was gone again. He had to make an agonizing decision.
He surged straight toward the tiger blocking Brooke and then at the last moment swerved and threw all of his might against the leopard. Bane was going down hard...he needed Brooke, not Diego. "I'll take care of these guys, go help dad!" Diego roared, tearing into the leopard's skin with all of his strength. He managed to secure a spot by the leopards neck but it wouldn't be enough to kill the beast. And as the tiger came to retaliate, a sudden flash of bloodied white informed Diego that Hueso had come to help as well. The white shepherd tore into the tiger's flank, causing the feline to roar in pain. Although Diego didn't like the general, this was where their team skills would play a major factor in if they would succeed or die.
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Post by Hunter on Sept 6, 2011 14:39:49 GMT
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Sota’s sharp fangs caught the Shepherd’s skin and she couldn’t help but smirking at the sight of the dog’s blood on its shoulder. Then the dog turned to face her, rage showing on his face as he suddenly raced toward her with incredible speed. He shouted something but Sota didn’t have the time to think about it as he opened his mouth to show his white teeth. She tried to avoid the canine but was too late – the dog grabbed her neck as she tried to escape him, and he flung her into a wall. How she managed to move her lithe body so quickly upwards was a mystery to her, but it saved her head so it was her shoulder which smashed towards the wall instead of her skull. Which was quite a relief to her since she would have received quite some head damage if it had been smashed into the wall like that. How she also managed to think that she was done underestimating the canine was also a question to her. Everything seemed to go so fast.
But suddenly everything went in slow motion.
The German shepherd sent her flying through the air, and as her dappled body flew over the fighting bodies she noticed more details than she felt she’d noticed for a long time. Everything came in clear – the white wolves fighting the lions, Kira confronting Bane while Brooke tried to help her mate, and a grey wolf running past them all. Gravity most likely. Still feeling like falling in slow motion, Sota looked down on the ground where she was about to land. She turned her body in the air, making sure she would land with her paws first and not her head. Then, she made ready to attack.
As she landed she knocked down a fox who was messing with one on her friends. Awesome, that was the second aerial attack she’d done in this battle. The domestic cat smiled to her, thankful for her sudden help, and then they were both into the fight again. Sota made sure to stay low between all the fighting bodies – making sure she was hidden from the Shepherd who’d just sent her flying through the air. Her neck hurt from the canine’s solid teeth and now she wanted him to pay for the pain he’d caused her. Approaching him quickly from behind, Sota raced toward him without a sound and leapt - her claws ready to get a grip on his back. If she landed there she would bite his neck, but she would also make sure to get away from him again. Distance to the canine was important. She didn’t want to find herself flying through the air again like that because Sota knew she’d been lucky just before.
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He heard a cry which he all too well knew belonged to Nemesis. Was he too late? He kept fighting his way through to the back of the lines to where he knew Nemesis would have been placed because of her recent injury. He’d hoped she would be safe there, but…
Clegane didn’t have to worry more than that, because in that very second he found Nemesis coming toward him, limping, scratched, but looking very well compared to what he’d feared. Actually, she almost looked like one who was relieved. Relieved of fighting again or to see him? Both? He didn’t know. She panted his name and he sent one last cat flying through the air before they were together. He breathed heavily from the efforts of getting back here this fast and he couldn’t help but smiling a bit to the Husky. Why had he been so stupid? He didn’t need to be worried for her. It was Nemesis, of course she was alright.
She would always be alright.
It seemed surreal. Here they stood, in front of each other, while everyone else was fighting to death around them. But here they were, and it felt like the world around them was an unimportant blur. They didn’t really matter to him right now, all that really mattered to him was Nemesis. He pricked up his ears as she told him she wanted to tell him something. Now, of all times. He smirked at her comment. Yes, of course they would survive this, and more important, they would survive this together. They… they just had to. Clegane didn’t want his life to end at this point. For some reason he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with Nemesis, so dying now, in this battle, would be foolish.
He crooked his head at her words. He had to agree with her, because yes, they were bond to each other, he felt the same, and he was actually… glad… that she said it. But what did she mean about the fact that there was another reason for why they were bond together? He felt something acing in his stomach, was it what others called butterflies? It felt like it. And he only felt his heart beat even faster as Nemesis said it. ” I want to stay with you, because I care about you. Because I think I love you...” If those hadn’t taken him off guard, then the next did. She was pregnant. They were going to have puppies together. He found his jaw had opened in pure surprise so he quickly shut it. They’d had their fun together, yes indeed, but he hadn’t thought about puppies. Even though he wouldn’t want anything else with Nemesis. They were bond together, and he cared about her too. ”I love you too Nemesis. And I do it without doubt,” he said, the words seeming odd in his mouth and with his deep voice. He hadn’t said that to anyone before, he wasn’t used to say something like that to anyone. But they were true and that was the most important thing about this. The clarity of it all made him smile warmly to her. He had a mate – a strong, confident, smart mate. And they were going to have puppies together. ”We’re in the middle of a fight with the damned Iris Pride – but I’ve never been as happy as I am now,” he chuckled and gripped a cat in the neck as it tried to attack him. He threw it away. It was trash, it was going down anyway. ”We’ll survive this day together, Nemesis. I’m sure of it.”
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So, the doggie had a death wish. Fine. Then she would make sure to make his wish come true. ”Yes, Bane this will be fun – for me” she rolled with her shoulders as she eyed him closely. He wasn’t completely done talking yet, so she let him speak while Brooke tried in vain to get through her forces, fighting with the two panthers. A little smile appeared on her lips as he raced toward her, getting a bite on her shoulder before she pushed him away from her. He then aimed for her legs where he bit her as well and some blood appeared from the wound.
She noticed that Brooke somehow had managed to gather a bunch of canines, talking about being a pack and such great things. ”Well Brooke, you forget one thing; we learn from our mistakes.” She roared and a big group of felines came to her aid - each dog who had come to help Brooke were now busy with fighting the bunch of fierce felines. A leopard leapt at Brooke, making sure the bitch wouldn’t take more of her precious time. Kira smiled at the black dog. Dogs were living in a pack, yes, but the Iris Pride was determent on helping their fellow members as well – and since Kira was Florence’s daughter, it was just even more important to keep her alive. Therefore, all the felines, big as small, fought with the canines as crazy to keep the wall between Kira and Bane intact.
She turned to face Bane again, fire burning in her brown eyes. ”Now, I haven’t even had the time to start yet, haven’t I?” And with that, she unsheathed her claws and came roaring against Bane, leaping at him in the hope to slash at his shoulder with her sharp claws. And, if she was lucky, she would bury her fangs into his soft flesh. She wanted to hear him whimper in pain.
((OOC: Please Fate don’t godmod Kira next time ^^’))
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Post by SMIFFAGRIFF on Sept 12, 2011 21:07:30 GMT
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The bastards wouldn't give up! Brooke's patience was beginning to wear thin; the words Kira spat went right through her head - the insults, the threats, everything went on deaf ears. She was going to fucking kill that lionness bitch along with her mother. Leaping forward again at the sight of more felines approaching, she tore any flesh she could get her jaws around; she was not only the leader but a Soldier of the Bloody Paw. She knew how to fight; she knew how to kill quickly and brutally, how to ignore pain and fight, fight fight till the break of dawn. Kira didn't know what kind of shit she had gotten herself into by attacking her mate.
"Hueso!"[/color] she called, only to be cut off as another cat came to try and take her down. Brooke spun around, letting the feline fly by her, snatching it by the tail and quite literally throwing the damn creature into a heap of other bodies. She turned to look at the General quickly, her eyes telling him silently to protect her son. She had no doubt in his fighting skills, but if something were to go wrong today she wanted at least her children to survive. Even if they didn't love her like she loved them, but could never show.... And that thought in itself was enough to send the Mistress of the Tempest pack charging through the ranks of felines. Claws raked at her back, drawing blood, likely ready to leave scars, but she was determined. She was going to get to Bane if it was the last thing she did. It was time they rekindled their lost love, and this fight... this fight was how it was gonna happen: "Out of my way!"[/color] she snarled as a leopard came at her. With a swift motion, she ducked under its jumping figure, twisted, and tore a hole into the big cat's exposed belly. The leopard screeched in agony as Brooke came out from under its shadow. The feline hit the ground, hard, its blood making a horrid squishing sound as it splattered on the cement. The Mistress sneered, "You're next, Kira!"[/color] With a howl of complete and pure fury, she leapt at the lioness the moment she dived for Bane, hoping to knock her off balance, sink her her teeth in, taste that metallic, and yet sweet tang of blood on her lips....[/font][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/size]
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