Werewolves (RP 3): A Time to Teach and Hunt (04/11-12/11)
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:43 amKaqurei:
It was all Levi could do to keep from crying out and let go as the female's incisors tore into his flesh. A searing pain spread down the back of his neck--it felt like fire! Blood streamed down his shoulder and spattered on the rocks and the female's face as she struggled to be free of his grasp! But this was a flesh wound--assuming he could keep from bleeding to death, all he had to do was wait until her strength ran out.
She, obviously, had no intention of being waited out. She was becoming desperate for air, and began pushing him closer and closer to the edge! He calculated her plan quickly and attempted to shove her back, with limited success. A vibrating growl rose up in his throat as he realized that in spite of all of his efforts, she still had size and greater strength on her side. He again tried to resist her, but his claws scraped against the rocks in vain!
He glanced back out of the corner of his eye. He knew that the next step backward he was forced to make would land in empty air. He had to let her go! Suddenly she lurched forward and slammed the full of her weight against his body! He let her go then, his focus fixed on trying to escape the fall--but it was too late!
Rocks and broken branches along the trail were jogged loose and dragged along for the ride down the slope, each one bit into the flesh and bashed their bones! While their human forms likely would have been dashed to pieces under this stress, their bodies were larger and more versatile now--though no man-made torture could quite compare to surviving such a fall.
At the bottom, Levi lay for what felt to him like hours in a crumpled heap, just writhing for the agony. Every part of him throbbed! When at last he did move, he wished instantly that he hadn't, for pain shot like electricity up his body! He flinched and gasped sharply, but struggled up to his feet in spite of this and looked for his enemy.
Kaqurei:
It was all Levi could do to keep from crying out and let go as the female's incisors tore into his flesh. A searing pain spread down the back of his neck--it felt like fire! Blood streamed down his shoulder and spattered on the rocks and the female's face as she struggled to be free of his grasp! But this was a flesh wound--assuming he could keep from bleeding to death, all he had to do was wait until her strength ran out.
She, obviously, had no intention of being waited out. She was becoming desperate for air, and began pushing him closer and closer to the edge! He calculated her plan quickly and attempted to shove her back, with limited success. A vibrating growl rose up in his throat as he realized that in spite of all of his efforts, she still had size and greater strength on her side. He again tried to resist her, but his claws scraped against the rocks in vain!
He glanced back out of the corner of his eye. He knew that the next step backward he was forced to make would land in empty air. He had to let her go! Suddenly she lurched forward and slammed the full of her weight against his body! He let her go then, his focus fixed on trying to escape the fall--but it was too late!
Rocks and broken branches along the trail were jogged loose and dragged along for the ride down the slope, each one bit into the flesh and bashed their bones! While their human forms likely would have been dashed to pieces under this stress, their bodies were larger and more versatile now--though no man-made torture could quite compare to surviving such a fall.
At the bottom, Levi lay for what felt to him like hours in a crumpled heap, just writhing for the agony. Every part of him throbbed! When at last he did move, he wished instantly that he hadn't, for pain shot like electricity up his body! He flinched and gasped sharply, but struggled up to his feet in spite of this and looked for his enemy.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:44 amSoar:
Jackie nodded to show Ulric she had at least heard him, and then grimaced as she held back waves of nausea. Pain. Burning. Dizziness. And probably more, but at that point she had stopped trying to notice. She wasn't trying to be tough about pushing away the pain. She was trying to survive and wallowing and relishing in all those terrible sensations wouldn't help her, but rather eat away at whatever will-power she had left to call her own.
For a few brief moments, she watched the stranger grab a small roll of gauze and tenderly beginning to apply it to the most serious of her wounds. However, even in full health, she wouldn't have had the patience to watch. Watching it now meant she was entirely aware of every injury the stranger treated and that was just a stone's throw away from the pain itself, now wasn't it? Jackie tried distracting herself with a handful of different thoughts or memories, but none of those held; none of them seemed to matter. She felt herself slipping.
Part of her was so tired, she wanted to just let herself black out from the pain. But the other part was much louder, hearing a loud and authoritative voice telling her to get back out her. The thing was, it wasn’t even her voice. It was Felton’s voice. She had known him for years, before two months ago when everything went haywire. She hadn’t necessarily liked the man and her relationship with him might have been something bordering on hatred, but she respected him and she was sure the feeling had been mutual.
He had always been there, yelling. Every time she wanted to quit, he’d yell. Usually it had kept her going again; he tended to insult her and she wanted to get up to return the favor. Even when he was quite literally, thousands of miles away, his stupid voice wouldn’t leave her in peace. It was insulting, it was whiny, and it was loud. It made her furious enough that the pain was being forgotten and she wanted to strangle the imaginary Felton. Just like old times.
She half-smiled at the statement as it swirled around in her head, knowing it couldn’t be farther from the truth but at the same time holding on to it. She missed the old times where her biggest concern would be what sort of training tortures Felton would come up with, not being attacked by giant, murderous werewolves. And she hated to admit it, but she might have missed him too, the first person she’d come across to give her a chance for once…
Ulric was finished. She heard him shift as he put away whatever remained of his supplies. Jackie blinked away the fog of memories. She didn’t bother to inspect Ulric’s handy work, since she didn’t think seeing the damage would cheer her up any. Instead she took his pain pill without complaint and felt the edge of the pain begin to fade. Everything spun and hurt as she was stood up and carefully supported on his shoulders, but did her best to follow the advice of the yelling voice in her head and kept going.
Soar:
Jackie nodded to show Ulric she had at least heard him, and then grimaced as she held back waves of nausea. Pain. Burning. Dizziness. And probably more, but at that point she had stopped trying to notice. She wasn't trying to be tough about pushing away the pain. She was trying to survive and wallowing and relishing in all those terrible sensations wouldn't help her, but rather eat away at whatever will-power she had left to call her own.
For a few brief moments, she watched the stranger grab a small roll of gauze and tenderly beginning to apply it to the most serious of her wounds. However, even in full health, she wouldn't have had the patience to watch. Watching it now meant she was entirely aware of every injury the stranger treated and that was just a stone's throw away from the pain itself, now wasn't it? Jackie tried distracting herself with a handful of different thoughts or memories, but none of those held; none of them seemed to matter. She felt herself slipping.
Part of her was so tired, she wanted to just let herself black out from the pain. But the other part was much louder, hearing a loud and authoritative voice telling her to get back out her. The thing was, it wasn’t even her voice. It was Felton’s voice. She had known him for years, before two months ago when everything went haywire. She hadn’t necessarily liked the man and her relationship with him might have been something bordering on hatred, but she respected him and she was sure the feeling had been mutual.
He had always been there, yelling. Every time she wanted to quit, he’d yell. Usually it had kept her going again; he tended to insult her and she wanted to get up to return the favor. Even when he was quite literally, thousands of miles away, his stupid voice wouldn’t leave her in peace. It was insulting, it was whiny, and it was loud. It made her furious enough that the pain was being forgotten and she wanted to strangle the imaginary Felton. Just like old times.
She half-smiled at the statement as it swirled around in her head, knowing it couldn’t be farther from the truth but at the same time holding on to it. She missed the old times where her biggest concern would be what sort of training tortures Felton would come up with, not being attacked by giant, murderous werewolves. And she hated to admit it, but she might have missed him too, the first person she’d come across to give her a chance for once…
Ulric was finished. She heard him shift as he put away whatever remained of his supplies. Jackie blinked away the fog of memories. She didn’t bother to inspect Ulric’s handy work, since she didn’t think seeing the damage would cheer her up any. Instead she took his pain pill without complaint and felt the edge of the pain begin to fade. Everything spun and hurt as she was stood up and carefully supported on his shoulders, but did her best to follow the advice of the yelling voice in her head and kept going.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:44 amKale:
Kale wandered much, much farther from the dens than she meant to, and only noticed as the already faint light between the treetops began to darken. Kale glanced at the sky with worry and then at the area around her. how long had she been walking? lost in thought? Kale scolded herself for being so far out as the moon rose. the last thing she wanted was to change so far from the pack with all the new wolves about. they might not recognise her at first, and that could prove dangerous.
Scenting the air, kale sorted her own scent from the heavy smells of the forest and followed it, hoping she wasn't really that far from camp. The light faded ever faster and Kale broke into a quick jog, cursing herself. she hadn't brought her backpack with her, and had nothing to change with. with every shade of the day gone, kale picked up her pace with a small desperation. how could she have been so careless?
Finaly the wnd drifted in with scents of her pack. and blood. Kale growled, guilt chewing at hr insides. as beta, she should have been around when the new wolves changed. had they hurt each other?
That question answered itself when stranger scents floated across the breeze. Kale inner wolf was clawing to get out, to shift, to take the lead, and kale forced it back with a wince. the urge to change got stronger as the scent of her pack did, and Kale full on sprinted for the cabins, her heart racing, her nerves prickling with the effort of trying to change, her legs feeling abused from the sheer distance of the run and from the numerous bushes and branmbles she had plowed through.
Finally Kale heard her pack, and saw the cabins. Her wolf snarled. somone was fighting and kale wouldn't let her out! she spotted Sabrina and some of the newer wolves in the distance and forced herself to stay on track to the cabin. managing, Kale shoved in through the door and ran for her pack before she lost cntrol. It was a feat barely managed. Her change was more painful than usual, and her wolf was shoving her human side down with a vengance, Kale struggled for control as she had many times before, but never so desperately. in the dark of the room, she frced her will to at least finish the change and get dressed in her werewolf clothes. that finished, she made her way out the door, stumbling as she fought her wolf for dominance. Snarling, Kale slipped and the wolf won as Kale took the backseat.
She may have lost the battle, but she trusted, if not in the wolfs nature, it's loyalty to the pack. It was still a beta. it was still it's jb to protect the pack, and right now, the pack needed help. Kale padded out th door and back into the cooling night, ears pricked for the sounds it had heard earlier. The sounds of a fight. Kale ducked past Sabrina and her group, only pausing momentarily to acknoledge Sabrina and take stock of the new wolves.She breathed their scents in deeply, memorizing them, and then she slipped on, loping into the trees and quickening her pace, headed for the fight.
Kale:
Kale wandered much, much farther from the dens than she meant to, and only noticed as the already faint light between the treetops began to darken. Kale glanced at the sky with worry and then at the area around her. how long had she been walking? lost in thought? Kale scolded herself for being so far out as the moon rose. the last thing she wanted was to change so far from the pack with all the new wolves about. they might not recognise her at first, and that could prove dangerous.
Scenting the air, kale sorted her own scent from the heavy smells of the forest and followed it, hoping she wasn't really that far from camp. The light faded ever faster and Kale broke into a quick jog, cursing herself. she hadn't brought her backpack with her, and had nothing to change with. with every shade of the day gone, kale picked up her pace with a small desperation. how could she have been so careless?
Finaly the wnd drifted in with scents of her pack. and blood. Kale growled, guilt chewing at hr insides. as beta, she should have been around when the new wolves changed. had they hurt each other?
That question answered itself when stranger scents floated across the breeze. Kale inner wolf was clawing to get out, to shift, to take the lead, and kale forced it back with a wince. the urge to change got stronger as the scent of her pack did, and Kale full on sprinted for the cabins, her heart racing, her nerves prickling with the effort of trying to change, her legs feeling abused from the sheer distance of the run and from the numerous bushes and branmbles she had plowed through.
Finally Kale heard her pack, and saw the cabins. Her wolf snarled. somone was fighting and kale wouldn't let her out! she spotted Sabrina and some of the newer wolves in the distance and forced herself to stay on track to the cabin. managing, Kale shoved in through the door and ran for her pack before she lost cntrol. It was a feat barely managed. Her change was more painful than usual, and her wolf was shoving her human side down with a vengance, Kale struggled for control as she had many times before, but never so desperately. in the dark of the room, she frced her will to at least finish the change and get dressed in her werewolf clothes. that finished, she made her way out the door, stumbling as she fought her wolf for dominance. Snarling, Kale slipped and the wolf won as Kale took the backseat.
She may have lost the battle, but she trusted, if not in the wolfs nature, it's loyalty to the pack. It was still a beta. it was still it's jb to protect the pack, and right now, the pack needed help. Kale padded out th door and back into the cooling night, ears pricked for the sounds it had heard earlier. The sounds of a fight. Kale ducked past Sabrina and her group, only pausing momentarily to acknoledge Sabrina and take stock of the new wolves.She breathed their scents in deeply, memorizing them, and then she slipped on, loping into the trees and quickening her pace, headed for the fight.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:44 amNequaria:
When Savannah suddenly caught scent of the Alpha, she began to back off. "He'll take care of those two," she muttered between shallow breaths. Learning that Kratos had found the strangers first disappointed her a bit, but she knew that he could definitely take on both of the trespassers. Savannah might not have been the best choice for fighting off an enemy — let alone two.
She began following her scent trail back to the houses where most of the pack still remained. When she finally reached the edge of the forest, she could see Sabrina leading the group of new werewolves somewhere. Good. At least the violent Gamma wouldn't be around for a while.
****
Creorran nodded when Sabrina said they would try hunting, but on the inside, he was terribly nervous. While his wolf was itching to run and chase prey, the human remembered the last hunt, and how bad it had gone. This was a smaller group of werewolves, but then again most of these wolves had hard times controlling themselves. Creorran also hoped they would start out with some type of easy prey, since he had never truly hunted before. This was going to be interesting.
Nequaria:
When Savannah suddenly caught scent of the Alpha, she began to back off. "He'll take care of those two," she muttered between shallow breaths. Learning that Kratos had found the strangers first disappointed her a bit, but she knew that he could definitely take on both of the trespassers. Savannah might not have been the best choice for fighting off an enemy — let alone two.
She began following her scent trail back to the houses where most of the pack still remained. When she finally reached the edge of the forest, she could see Sabrina leading the group of new werewolves somewhere. Good. At least the violent Gamma wouldn't be around for a while.
****
Creorran nodded when Sabrina said they would try hunting, but on the inside, he was terribly nervous. While his wolf was itching to run and chase prey, the human remembered the last hunt, and how bad it had gone. This was a smaller group of werewolves, but then again most of these wolves had hard times controlling themselves. Creorran also hoped they would start out with some type of easy prey, since he had never truly hunted before. This was going to be interesting.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:44 am
May:
There they went, the two strangers had collided and were now tumbling down the mountain. Kratos' bright yellow eyes glinted out of the shadowed rocks where he was concealed and allowed himself to be momentarily forgotten. There had been no reason for him to interfere thus far, as both werewolves were enemies and had threatened those whom he loved and protected.
Kratos knew what the spy had been up to from the moment that he had lead them into that dense area to confuse their werewolf senses.. But the Alpha had not been fooled; when he could no longer trust to follow the stranger's scent, he used human intelligence to calculate where the spy was trying to lead them.
At the time they came into the abandoned camp Kratos had turned his attention from the scents and watched the stranger for a moment as she blindly hunted after the spy.
The Alpha looked at the camp and understood why the spy had chosen this area; if a group of human trespassers had come upon this area undetected then it was obviously safe from the attention of the pack.
"What fools." Kratos had muttered to himself. If the trespassers had been here this night they would have been killed.
It was then that Kratos saw the stranger climbing the side of the mountain and lifted his eyes to the crags which loomed over the camp ground. He knew the plan of the spy now, but up there Kratos' stature would become a disadvantage, thus he did not go up but positioned himself for the right opportunity..
****
Timothy growled and stopped advancing toward Kieoki and Toby. He seemed to be thinking and calculating; as if to try to understand, or else size up his foe.
His eyes shifted between the two until he discounted Toby as a threat, then Timothy trained his eyes on Kieoki.
Any thoughts which passed through Timothy's mind were never revealed outside it; whether he was considering Kieoki's words or seeking a way to kill them quickly was unknown.
At last Timothy opened his mouth and spoke, but whatever it was that he said was spoken in such a beastly way that it could hardly be translated by the human mind. Then Timothy lashed out toward Kieoki and snapped his jaws twice! His actions indicated a dreadful threat, however there was also another reason which couldn't really be discerned.
****
Meanwhile Ulric aided Jackie through the forest until at last they had come passed it's edge, into the empty pasture, and through Zeit's corn field.
Ulric was young and strong; he did not yet falter, but the dangers ahead weighed on his mind. He could hear Timothy's growling now, and he wondered where Kratos and the rest of the pack were. Whether or not the Alpha knew about all the chaos ensuing about his land and what had caused it..
Before exiting the corn field on the right of the cottage, Ulric slowed his pace and smelled the air. He could tell now that there were actually three other werewolves in the area, and all were members of Kratos' pack. But there was something amiss, the atmosphere of the ranch felt tense, as if there was a great hunt underway.. Who were they hunting? Ulric wondered, but soon after he got the distinct feeling that there was a rogue werewolf in this area.
"They're hunting one of their own.." Ulric whispered to himself, straining his ears to pinpoint the location of the three other werewolves.. By what he could put together, he guessed that they were around on the other side of the cottage, which meant it was too dangerous to try to get Jackie any closer.
But as Ulric was still a stranger here, he knew that his own life was also in danger by being so close. The surest way his previous pack had known to get a uncontrolled werewolf to cooperate and secure his loyalties to the pack, was to give him a target they all could hunt together..
Ulric looked up and around for anywhere else he might safely lay Jackie so that he could go in and gather her medicine from the cottage. His eyes were lit up by the light of the moon as they turned skyward and it manipulated their auburn color into that of a bright red.
The black shape of the barn loomed to the right, but the animals inside would surely cry out if Ulric entered with Jackie. However there weren't many other options; if Ulric left Jackie someplace far off and safe from the other werewolves, he would risk not being able to get back to her in time with the medicine.. On the other hand, if she were hidden near the barn, it would be closer to danger but he might be able to get to her in time with the medicine, if the other werewolves didn't find her first.
Then another idea came to mind. If Jackie was laid close enough to the barn, the animals would spook if they heard the other werewolves and alert Ulric to the danger.. Any way it could be turned Ulric would be walking a thin line, but this option seemed the least likely to end in death.
Slowly, with Jackie still in his arms, Ulric withdrew back into the corn field and began making a way to the barn. "Where inside would I find your medicine?" He asked in a whisper, though he did not know if Jackie was still conscious enough to hear him..
****
Kratos watched as the two strangers were cast down at the foot of the stones and finally began to approach. His large heavy paws left imprints in the soil as he stepped closer.
"This fight is over." His deep voice observed or else commanded. "It is seen that strength and size against plain strategy is equally matched. Surrender to my mercy, spy, or suffer my wrath."
May:
There they went, the two strangers had collided and were now tumbling down the mountain. Kratos' bright yellow eyes glinted out of the shadowed rocks where he was concealed and allowed himself to be momentarily forgotten. There had been no reason for him to interfere thus far, as both werewolves were enemies and had threatened those whom he loved and protected.
Kratos knew what the spy had been up to from the moment that he had lead them into that dense area to confuse their werewolf senses.. But the Alpha had not been fooled; when he could no longer trust to follow the stranger's scent, he used human intelligence to calculate where the spy was trying to lead them.
At the time they came into the abandoned camp Kratos had turned his attention from the scents and watched the stranger for a moment as she blindly hunted after the spy.
The Alpha looked at the camp and understood why the spy had chosen this area; if a group of human trespassers had come upon this area undetected then it was obviously safe from the attention of the pack.
"What fools." Kratos had muttered to himself. If the trespassers had been here this night they would have been killed.
It was then that Kratos saw the stranger climbing the side of the mountain and lifted his eyes to the crags which loomed over the camp ground. He knew the plan of the spy now, but up there Kratos' stature would become a disadvantage, thus he did not go up but positioned himself for the right opportunity..
****
Timothy growled and stopped advancing toward Kieoki and Toby. He seemed to be thinking and calculating; as if to try to understand, or else size up his foe.
His eyes shifted between the two until he discounted Toby as a threat, then Timothy trained his eyes on Kieoki.
Any thoughts which passed through Timothy's mind were never revealed outside it; whether he was considering Kieoki's words or seeking a way to kill them quickly was unknown.
At last Timothy opened his mouth and spoke, but whatever it was that he said was spoken in such a beastly way that it could hardly be translated by the human mind. Then Timothy lashed out toward Kieoki and snapped his jaws twice! His actions indicated a dreadful threat, however there was also another reason which couldn't really be discerned.
****
Meanwhile Ulric aided Jackie through the forest until at last they had come passed it's edge, into the empty pasture, and through Zeit's corn field.
Ulric was young and strong; he did not yet falter, but the dangers ahead weighed on his mind. He could hear Timothy's growling now, and he wondered where Kratos and the rest of the pack were. Whether or not the Alpha knew about all the chaos ensuing about his land and what had caused it..
Before exiting the corn field on the right of the cottage, Ulric slowed his pace and smelled the air. He could tell now that there were actually three other werewolves in the area, and all were members of Kratos' pack. But there was something amiss, the atmosphere of the ranch felt tense, as if there was a great hunt underway.. Who were they hunting? Ulric wondered, but soon after he got the distinct feeling that there was a rogue werewolf in this area.
"They're hunting one of their own.." Ulric whispered to himself, straining his ears to pinpoint the location of the three other werewolves.. By what he could put together, he guessed that they were around on the other side of the cottage, which meant it was too dangerous to try to get Jackie any closer.
But as Ulric was still a stranger here, he knew that his own life was also in danger by being so close. The surest way his previous pack had known to get a uncontrolled werewolf to cooperate and secure his loyalties to the pack, was to give him a target they all could hunt together..
Ulric looked up and around for anywhere else he might safely lay Jackie so that he could go in and gather her medicine from the cottage. His eyes were lit up by the light of the moon as they turned skyward and it manipulated their auburn color into that of a bright red.
The black shape of the barn loomed to the right, but the animals inside would surely cry out if Ulric entered with Jackie. However there weren't many other options; if Ulric left Jackie someplace far off and safe from the other werewolves, he would risk not being able to get back to her in time with the medicine.. On the other hand, if she were hidden near the barn, it would be closer to danger but he might be able to get to her in time with the medicine, if the other werewolves didn't find her first.
Then another idea came to mind. If Jackie was laid close enough to the barn, the animals would spook if they heard the other werewolves and alert Ulric to the danger.. Any way it could be turned Ulric would be walking a thin line, but this option seemed the least likely to end in death.
Slowly, with Jackie still in his arms, Ulric withdrew back into the corn field and began making a way to the barn. "Where inside would I find your medicine?" He asked in a whisper, though he did not know if Jackie was still conscious enough to hear him..
****
Kratos watched as the two strangers were cast down at the foot of the stones and finally began to approach. His large heavy paws left imprints in the soil as he stepped closer.
"This fight is over." His deep voice observed or else commanded. "It is seen that strength and size against plain strategy is equally matched. Surrender to my mercy, spy, or suffer my wrath."
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:44 amKaqurei:
Levi's eyes had only just rested on the still form of his enemy, still laying on her side some paces from where he was, when he heard the alpha's voice. The alpha seemed to have melted out of nowhere, like the very shadow of death itself. Levi didn't know where he had come from, or how long he had been there, but voice was strong and his message was unmistakable.
The spy's legs shuddered under him; his strength would not last. Every fibre of his being was screaming out for the pain of moving, that he simply curl up on the ground and wait to die. His pride would not allow this, especially not when in the presence of a powerful enemy, and he remained standing with his head held obstinately high. Notwithstanding, he could not challenge the Alpha in this condition. He had no choice but to surrender.
"Bhuaigh tú, Alfa de Calagrathorm," he growled through his teeth. "I cannot fight yeh. I am at yer mercy whether I would have it or no. Do then what pleases yeh with my life, it is in yer hands nu."
Kaqurei:
Levi's eyes had only just rested on the still form of his enemy, still laying on her side some paces from where he was, when he heard the alpha's voice. The alpha seemed to have melted out of nowhere, like the very shadow of death itself. Levi didn't know where he had come from, or how long he had been there, but voice was strong and his message was unmistakable.
The spy's legs shuddered under him; his strength would not last. Every fibre of his being was screaming out for the pain of moving, that he simply curl up on the ground and wait to die. His pride would not allow this, especially not when in the presence of a powerful enemy, and he remained standing with his head held obstinately high. Notwithstanding, he could not challenge the Alpha in this condition. He had no choice but to surrender.
"Bhuaigh tú, Alfa de Calagrathorm," he growled through his teeth. "I cannot fight yeh. I am at yer mercy whether I would have it or no. Do then what pleases yeh with my life, it is in yer hands nu."
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:45 amDez:
Out of the frying pan and into the fire would be the only way to describe the situation. Despite no longer having her opponents jaws around her windpipe, there were now a plethora of new problems to compensate. Every pulse seemed to bring on a wave of new pains. Nevertheless, she forced herself up.
The female languidly took on the stance of a human, seeking out her opponent. Quickly, her eyes connected with him and she began to assess his condition. It was safe to assume he wouldn't hold out much longer. Logan was certainly worse for wear herself - a fall like that would more likely than not leave any werewolf in poor shape - but once again, her size put her a step ahead of the smaller intruder. Still, she was pressing beyond her limits; the fatigue was inevitable, and already her mind was becoming a haze. She would have to end the battle quickly if she was to end it at all.
Before she could further take action, the male from earlier entered the area. Her fur bristled and she cast him a cold glare but otherwise remained motionless, watching as the spy resigned himself over to the alpha.
Dez:
Out of the frying pan and into the fire would be the only way to describe the situation. Despite no longer having her opponents jaws around her windpipe, there were now a plethora of new problems to compensate. Every pulse seemed to bring on a wave of new pains. Nevertheless, she forced herself up.
The female languidly took on the stance of a human, seeking out her opponent. Quickly, her eyes connected with him and she began to assess his condition. It was safe to assume he wouldn't hold out much longer. Logan was certainly worse for wear herself - a fall like that would more likely than not leave any werewolf in poor shape - but once again, her size put her a step ahead of the smaller intruder. Still, she was pressing beyond her limits; the fatigue was inevitable, and already her mind was becoming a haze. She would have to end the battle quickly if she was to end it at all.
Before she could further take action, the male from earlier entered the area. Her fur bristled and she cast him a cold glare but otherwise remained motionless, watching as the spy resigned himself over to the alpha.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:45 amMariel:
Kieoki didn't want to have to fight Timothy. And she almost retaliated when he snapped at her, teeth barred. She didn't flinch when he lashed out at her either. In fact, she was restraining herself. Don't attack Timothy. He wasn't that much bigger than her, but she didn't want his blood on her paws. Odd. Now that feeling was new. Since when did she care about things like that? Nevermind. There was a more pressing matter here.
Kieoki stood again, snarling at Timothy. "Do you want to fight me that badly Timothy?" She said with a lash of her tail. Oh if Krat could see them now. Actually, she was happy he couldn't. Not because they were on the brink of fighting, but because Kieoki was restraining herself. For some reason she didn't want Krat to think she was weak. But would this count as weak? The word itself brought anger into Kieoki's eyes, but it wasn't directed at Timothy. Either she would get through to Timothy or they'd be fighting. Either one. Either. One.
Mariel:
Kieoki didn't want to have to fight Timothy. And she almost retaliated when he snapped at her, teeth barred. She didn't flinch when he lashed out at her either. In fact, she was restraining herself. Don't attack Timothy. He wasn't that much bigger than her, but she didn't want his blood on her paws. Odd. Now that feeling was new. Since when did she care about things like that? Nevermind. There was a more pressing matter here.
Kieoki stood again, snarling at Timothy. "Do you want to fight me that badly Timothy?" She said with a lash of her tail. Oh if Krat could see them now. Actually, she was happy he couldn't. Not because they were on the brink of fighting, but because Kieoki was restraining herself. For some reason she didn't want Krat to think she was weak. But would this count as weak? The word itself brought anger into Kieoki's eyes, but it wasn't directed at Timothy. Either she would get through to Timothy or they'd be fighting. Either one. Either. One.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:45 amMay:
Timothy's eyes blazed directly into Kieoki's and for a moment his snarl disappeared. "Yes." He said with a voice of stone.
Then Timothy's face recoiled back into a snarl and his ears focused forward. He would attack and kill; Kieoki had already left herself open twice, a third time would be the last. He had sized-up his opponent, he had calculated her strengths and guessed her weaknesses.
Timothy stood as a shape in the moonlight, his fur twisted wildly by scars and blood. The white in his eyes could be seen and his teeth glinting beneath his curled face. A true monster he was at that moment; like a beast haunting a nightmare in the dark of night when the land was frightening and unfamiliar.. And in a split second he melted into the tall black grass and raced at Kieoki!
His jaws came up and struck into her shoulder for only a moment before he released her and darted into the bushes! He held her no longer than it took for his teeth to pierce her flesh, but the force of the impact would prove the worse; Timothy was strong, he used his strength to cause deeper damage and causing greater pain to disable his opponent.
But now he had fled in the darkness... Timothy gave Kieoki only two options; to follow him, or defend herself from the night.
****
The two strangers were weak and had submitted to the Alpha, now Kratos had a decision to make..
"You would not be at my mercy if you were not in my land. You have been foolish, but as long as your strength can bare, you will live." The Alpha replied, his voice was as deep and powerful as it had ever been and rage seemed gone from it. "Both of you have surrendered to me, and now you will both return with me to my pack. You will walk of your own free will and strength, or else you shall be carried; Your actions have earned you no respect from me toward your human heart.."
Kratos stood aside and gestured with his head for the two strangers to stand and walk ahead of him.
May:
Timothy's eyes blazed directly into Kieoki's and for a moment his snarl disappeared. "Yes." He said with a voice of stone.
Then Timothy's face recoiled back into a snarl and his ears focused forward. He would attack and kill; Kieoki had already left herself open twice, a third time would be the last. He had sized-up his opponent, he had calculated her strengths and guessed her weaknesses.
Timothy stood as a shape in the moonlight, his fur twisted wildly by scars and blood. The white in his eyes could be seen and his teeth glinting beneath his curled face. A true monster he was at that moment; like a beast haunting a nightmare in the dark of night when the land was frightening and unfamiliar.. And in a split second he melted into the tall black grass and raced at Kieoki!
His jaws came up and struck into her shoulder for only a moment before he released her and darted into the bushes! He held her no longer than it took for his teeth to pierce her flesh, but the force of the impact would prove the worse; Timothy was strong, he used his strength to cause deeper damage and causing greater pain to disable his opponent.
But now he had fled in the darkness... Timothy gave Kieoki only two options; to follow him, or defend herself from the night.
****
The two strangers were weak and had submitted to the Alpha, now Kratos had a decision to make..
"You would not be at my mercy if you were not in my land. You have been foolish, but as long as your strength can bare, you will live." The Alpha replied, his voice was as deep and powerful as it had ever been and rage seemed gone from it. "Both of you have surrendered to me, and now you will both return with me to my pack. You will walk of your own free will and strength, or else you shall be carried; Your actions have earned you no respect from me toward your human heart.."
Kratos stood aside and gestured with his head for the two strangers to stand and walk ahead of him.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:45 amCathannah:
What on earth was Toby to do? It seemed clear to him that Kieoki not only didn't want his help, but wanted Timothy to hurt her. So quietly and reluctantly, he stood by and watched at Timothy bit Kieoki before charging off into the forest...
Would she accept his help now? He could think of nothing else to do but call for help, but would she let him?
"Should I call Alpha Kratos?" He asked her meekly.
Cathannah:
What on earth was Toby to do? It seemed clear to him that Kieoki not only didn't want his help, but wanted Timothy to hurt her. So quietly and reluctantly, he stood by and watched at Timothy bit Kieoki before charging off into the forest...
Would she accept his help now? He could think of nothing else to do but call for help, but would she let him?
"Should I call Alpha Kratos?" He asked her meekly.
