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Post by Blackfeathr on Dec 29, 2007 3:08:20 GMT -5
Swift feet carried him through a golden grassy plain as the snowshoe hare darted in zig zags, Mordecai copying its every move. Though suddenly, when Mordecai's jaws were mere inches from closing in on his meal, the rabbit sprouted big, black wings and flew to the sky. Mordecai looked up, but the sun blinded him momentarily. Looking back down at him he only saw a large, brown crow staring back at him, smiling.
Crow...
His dream was suddenly consumed by reality, its cold catalyst being the melting snow falling on his face.
"Ugh..." Mordecai growled, standing up and shaking the dirt and snow off of him.
Whatever dream he had was now but a sliver in his memory. Something about a rabbit... but thinking of that just made him hungry.
Stomach growling, he padded away from his den and craned his neck to squint at the sky above. The usual. Cloudy, dark, dreary.
With a grunt, he lumbered away, unsure of his path but wanting to walk around for a bit.
His walk was cut short by a light grey wolf and a dark black and brown female galloping across his path, too fast to be recognizable in this light. The scents that followed them told him it was Mortilitas Umbra and NightBlood. And by the electricity in the air, something was about to happen. Something bad. He could sense it.
Forgetting his hunger entirely, he tore after them, getting near even with NightBlood.
"Night... whats... going... on?" Mordecai asked between pants.
Regardless of hunger, if someone was threatening Arnlan, his home, he wouldn't stand for it. He'd fight to the bitter end.
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Post by Electus on Dec 29, 2007 23:44:28 GMT -5
Mortil acknowledged Mordecai with a nod of his head. "It seems that one of my old friends survived the massacre of my pack" He said clinically. "By the sound of it, he's found my den. I'm surprised. He must still remember my scent very well...there are thorn bushes and very dense thickets in the way. He's probably lost none of his edge either. Suffice to say, he seems to have a grudge against me." He paused, raising one eyebrow. "Somehow, I'm not surprised. His name is Ultionis...which means 'Revenge' in our tongue. Quite fitting. But enough talk. He comes looking for a fight."[/color] Mortil's face was grim.
"It's time to end what I...what Umbra started."[/color]
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Post by nightblood on Dec 30, 2007 16:24:23 GMT -5
"Night... what's... going... on?"
Blood turned her head to see Mordecai. She thought she had caught another scent on the wind.
"It seems that one of my old friends survived the massacre of my pack."
The Sentry blinked. Ah yes. She remembered his story. He had seemed sure that everyone was gone. Well... soon that would be a reality, wouldn't it?
"By the sound of it, he's found my den. I'm surprised. He must still remember my scent very well...there are thorn bushes and very dense thickets in the way. He's probably lost none of his edge either. Suffice to say, he seems to have a grudge against me."
"Obviously. But does he realize that there is a difference between you and Umbra? Or does he seek to illiminate the threat, reguardless of that fact?" The question was more of an outward thought. She wasn't sure if Mortil knew the answers, but that diidn't mean he couldn't voice his thoughts on the matter.
"Somehow, I'm not surprised. His name is Ultionis...which means 'Revenge' in our tongue. Quite fitting. But enough talk. He comes looking for a fight."
"He'll get one. No one crosses the border uninvited and lives."
"It's time to end what I...what Umbra started."
Blood nodded, tensing up. She would allow Umbra to fight, but she would feel guilty for every injury he would get. She should have been on the border to confront Ultionis before he even entered. He would pay for angering her.
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Post by Blackfeathr on Jan 2, 2008 19:56:53 GMT -5
"It seems that one of my old friends survived the massacre of my pack" He said clinically. "By the sound of it, he's found my den. I'm surprised. He must still remember my scent very well...there are thorn bushes and very dense thickets in the way. He's probably lost none of his edge either. Suffice to say, he seems to have a grudge against me."
Mordecai grunted in affirmation. To cause such alarm with Mortil, this wolf must mean business.
"Well, past differences aside, I'm willing to help you and fight for Arnlan."
He continued his fast gait, keeping up with him and NightBlood. From what he's seen of him, Mortilitas Umbra is quick, cunning, and deadly. To fight a wolf such as him would be a foolish venture.
And yet this unknown adversary comes into Arnlan and decides he will play his fate with Umbra? Ballsy.
If this wolf is not a complete fool, then he is an adversary to be feared, and something to be expelled from Arnlan.
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Post by Electus on Jan 17, 2008 21:11:24 GMT -5
"Well, past differences aside, I'm willing to help you and fight for Arnlan."
Mortil nodded. "Let's do this!" He suddenly dived through a jumble of gnarled trees, shattering branches and sticks as he dove through the narrow junction. He peeled back his lips in a wild snarl, and his snarl suddenly turned into a roar with intense volume. He skidded to a stop a few feet away from a grey wolf.
"Hello Ultionis." Umbra said, leering.
"It's been awhile, Ultionis." Mortil said quietly.
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Ultionis had just enough to time to skip backwards, snarling wildly as an ash-grey blur appeared from a bunch of destroyed trees. There was a wild gleam in his friend's eye, and he noted with a pang of pain that the other was unseeing and blind. He had done that himself, struck the blow that stole his sight. He had no choice, and he would now take the other and his friend's life.
"Hello Mort." Ultionis said, bunching his muscles. He was much larger than Mortil, and his fangs were sharp and foreboding. "Let's do this....old friend."
He lunged and jumped, speeding towards his friend with tears of rage and regret streaming from his eyes.
"Taiseda!"
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Post by nightblood on Jan 17, 2008 22:02:22 GMT -5
"Well, past differences aside, I'm willing to help you and fight for Arnlan."
NightBlood nodded her strong approval. She had grown fond of Mortil as a friend and fellow Arnlanian, despite Umbra's presence. She had even more than tolerated the second wolf. She wished to converse with him more, and she'd be damned if this new rival was going to take away all her chances.
"Let's do this!"
Blood smirked as the gray wolf shot forward. She skidded to a halt, not wanting to show her presence yet. She was backup. That was it. However, she still had to chuckle inwardly at that almost lame battle cry. But her laugh was quickly stifled when her ears picked up the gray wolf's roar of a growl. It was so powerful that she immediately lowered her head and folded her ears back, as if expecting an attack from a pouncing cougar. Almost just as suddenly, she perked her ears once more and peered through the foliage once the snarls ceased for the moment.
"Hello Ultionis." Umbra said, leering.
"It's been awhile, Ultionis." Mortil said quietly.
"Hello Mort." Ultionis said, bunching his muscles. He was much larger than Mortil. "Let's do this....old friend."
NightBlood growled softly as the opponent lunged forward, but she waited for a sign from Mortil... or Umbra... or both... that he... or they... needed help. She didn't even try to keep her fangs from showing.
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Post by Blackfeathr on Jan 24, 2008 11:21:00 GMT -5
This is it.
The confrontation begins.
As Mortil tore after his foe Mordecai's reflex action was to assist his packmate. He tensed his muscles to spring out into the open and beat the living daylights out of whatever threatened Arnlan, but out of the corner of his eye he saw NightBlood retreat into the shadows.
After his mind processed why she did such a thing, he followed her lead. Indeed, two on one was unfair if this wolf only had it in for Mortilitas Umbra. However, he would still be there as a reinforcement if needed. This was probably what NightBlood deduced.
He slowly sat down a few feet from NightBlood, craning his neck over the branches to watch for foul play. As the opponent lunged toward Umbra, he heard NightBlood growl noticeably.
A low rumble bubbled in his chest and throat as his fangs began to peek out from under his muzzle.
Either way this fight went, it wasnt going to end well.
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Post by Electus on Jan 24, 2008 21:48:47 GMT -5
As Mortil feinted right, he felt something distinctly larger than him collide into his side. He felt the breath whoosh out of him and he glanced down. Ultionis had struck at his blind side, sinking his fangs into the ash-grey wolf's side and tearing a frightful gash in. Mortil clenched his fangs, resisting the urge to scream. He failed somewhat, and what escaped was a half-strained snarl filled with pain. He slashed at Ultionis, but the larger wolf drifted backwards, face grim. Mortil stood, his side bleeding profusely. He checked the wound; it wasn't deep, but it would hamper his movements. He would have to try to finish this quickly.
Need help, Albireo?
Not yet, no.[/color]
Very well. You have about fifteen minutes to finish this. Or else I will.
Mortil's eye hardened, and he feinted right, then left, then right again at Ultionis, fangs gleaming. Too late, the ash-grey fighter realized that Ultionis would recognize the move. And recognize it he did. The grey wolf wasted no time in sinking his jaws onto Mortil's front right leg, and a loud crack reverberated through the forest.
This time, Mortil screamed, his voice full of pain.
That's it! You had your chance...now it's my turn.[/color]
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Post by nightblood on Jan 25, 2008 0:50:07 GMT -5
NightBlood couldn't hold herself back anymore. Her loyalty to her friend was put into overdrive the moment she cringed at the sound of Mortil's leg being snapped. She let loose her own roaring snarl and quickly ran out from under the bushes, almost seeming to appear out of no where. Almost. Had she been younger, it might have been more convincing- but there was a distinct rustling of leaves as they announced her arrival.
She stopped short of actually entering the battle, however. She remained on the sidelines, growling her disapproval. The fur on her back began to bristle and spike, mimicking the fur on the back of her neck, which already stood on end. She held her head low to the ground, a sign that she was on the defensive only. She knew this was Mortil's battle. She knew he was injured beyond his capability to fight. But she also knew that Umbra wouldn't care. He would want this battle for himself. She was there only if he called for assistance.
But perhaps her sudden appearance would throw his opponent off guard. It was a subtle, but dirty trick to do so- but then again, so was breaking a leg and entering a pack territory without being allowed to. She wanted so much for him to pay, but knew Umbra would make it his business to deal the pain to him.
The Sentry flicked the tip of her tail once, hoping that Mortil's opponent was too distracted to notice. She was sending a message to Mordecai to stay hidden. Not only was it Arnlaninan nature to stay in the shadows until needed- but Mortil needed as many hidden companions as possible. They would avenge his death if needed.
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Post by Blackfeathr on Jan 25, 2008 21:08:22 GMT -5
Once NightBlood leaped out of the shadows he tensed his muscles once again to join the fray. As he observed, however, she was merely stalking the sidelines, and he ran through his mind the possibility of him being of any assistance at all.
He searched NightBloods posture for any hint at all that she needed help, that she was going into battle...
She flicked her tail once. It seemed to be a gesture of dismissal, a gesture that told him she had things under control, for now.
He backed up and remained enshrouded in the shadows, and it dawned on him how quickly he became an Arnlanian.
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Post by Electus on Jan 29, 2008 18:24:47 GMT -5
Ultionis was briefly diverted to the newcomer, and that brief moment of distraction was all that was needed. With blood dripping like fine rain from his side and with his broken right leg held just above the ground, Mortil's eye flashed bloodshot and red. An eerie and foreboding growl erupted from his throat, and his ears flattened as he bared his fangs. His entire body was taut like a bow string, ready to dart forward.
"ULTIONIS!"[/color] Umbra roared, his voice mad and crazy. Finally, Umbra's existence was threatened for the first time in a long time, and the insane berserker was ready to fight tooth, nail, and fang to protect it. He lunged forward, tackling Ultionis and driving them both into the ground. The two wolves fought in blind hate, each striving to gain the upper hand. In the midst of this mad brawl, Ultionis managed to gain leverage for a brief moment, and in that moment, tore off half of Umbra's left ear with his fangs. Umbra snarled in rage, raking upwards with his three good legs, leaving trails of blood across Ultionis's stomach and upper torso. The larger wolf fell back, and Umbra pressed his advantage.
Still, even then, Ultionis proved to be a match for Umbra. The two traded blow for blow, and soon both were bleeding from numerous injuries. They separated for a moment, eying each other with hate. For a minute, neither moved. Then Umbra lunged again, eye wide with insanity and jaws open wide. Ultionis met the attack head on, and slashed at Umbra's other eye. Luckily for Umbra, his momentum had carried him too far down, and the slash instead rended the space above his eye. His jaws however, found their mark, slashing into Ultionis's throat. The larger wolf began to thrash wildly as Umbra began to tear into the wound. During the spectacle, Umbra's single eye leveled on Nightblood.
"Help....hold him down...losing BLOOD!"[/color]
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Post by nightblood on Jan 29, 2008 19:28:00 GMT -5
"Help....hold him down...losing BLOOD!"
NigthBlood had been pacing around the fighters, growling and snarling at every pained howl that came from Umbra and giving approving barks when Ultionis would cry out. She dodged a piece of ear that had been thrown in her direction and grumbled threateningly when she noticed that it was Umbra's.
It was only when the dark side of Mortilitas Umbra called for aid that the sentry leaped into action. By this time, she was not only hungry for a fight, she was starving. With rage in her eye, Blood jumped at the larger gray wolf and aimed her jaws next to where Umbra's fangs were. The idea was to continue tearing at the open wound if Umbra desired a break. It would give her the advantage.
If her jaws hit their mark, she would tear wildly at whatever she could get her claws on.
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Post by Blackfeathr on Feb 3, 2008 1:22:17 GMT -5
Mordecai watched as the fight raged on with Umbra and this unwelcome foe. From the gap in the branches, he could see that this was a matched fight. He could not predict who would emerge from this fight victorious.
Blood, hair and flesh flew everywhere. Rage boiled within Mordecai's throat until it became a fierce snarl he could not hold down. If he had to sit in the shadows any longer he felt like he would explode.
"Help....hold him down...losing BLOOD!"
That was it. If a regular Arnlanian was to stay in the shadows and let a packmember die at the claws of an outsider, than he was not going to fit in well.
Mordecai exploded from the bare branched bushes about the same time NightBlood sprang into the fray.
His eyes followed NightBlood as she aimed for the area of Ultionis that Umbra had latched on to.
In a split second his fathers words came rushing back to him...
When in a melee fight take note of the position of your allies. Attack your enemy at a different point in their body, to weaken their reserve. Focusing your entire energy on one spot will only weaken them so much but will exhaust you entirely. Weakening random pressure points will take your enemy down from the inside.
Mordecai marked his target, and rushed forward in an attempt to clamp his teeth down on Ultionis's stomach... somewhere where bone was not as much present but where blood will flow easily and out of Ultionis.
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Post by Electus on Feb 10, 2008 19:03:37 GMT -5
Ultionis by now was half-panicking. The three wolves latch viciously on to him were slowly but steadily tearing his life away. He started to flail even more viciously, snarling angrily. "GET...OFF.....ME!"[/color] he roared, and he gave Umbra a vicious gash across the chest and managed to throw him off. The ash-grey wolf flew several feet through the air and bounced like a rag doll onto the ground, staining it red around him. But that turned out to be the last thing Ultionis managed to do before collapsing from the weight of the two wolves attacking him and lay in an awkward position on the ground, breathing erratically and shallowly, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Meanwhile, Umbra managed to weakly raise his head, and he moved his mouth to speak. "Night...Nightblood...tear...his head off."[/color] With that, the heavily injured berserker let his head hit the ground and his bloodshot eye close.
And he moved no more.
(( Let's wrap this up. Mortil's not dead, by the way. But he probably won't be moving for awhile. ))
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Post by nightblood on Feb 10, 2008 19:52:53 GMT -5
NightBlood snarled viciously as she watched Umbra being thrown into the ear. She winced when he hit the ground, but continued to lash out at the gray wolf she had latched onto. She was thankful to Mordecai for joining the brawl. She might have stood a chance against this enemy after Mortil attacked him and wore him out, but Mordecai ensured a victory with his added strength. She grinned as the wolf beneath them began to struggle under their weight. The thrashing began to slow and he eventually collapsed. After waiting a few seconds to make sure he was dead, NightBlood relaxed her jaws and moved away, looking over the body as if inspecting a trophy.
"Night...Nightblood...tear...his head off."
Night licked one side of her upper lip, blood dripping from her chin as she did so.
"Gladly," she answered with a maniac grin plastered on her face.
With that, she took the neck of the body up on her mouth and began ripping at the tissue. Lifeblood still leaked from the jugular, covering NightBlood's face and chest with the red liquid. Once she was sure that the toughest of the tissue and veins had been severed, the Sentry moved to Ultionis's head and bit down on it. With one quick pull, she managed to separate the head from the body with a loud snap.
Still grinning at herself, she looked over the body. Blood was pooling around it, leaking from the wounds the trio had made in it, especially from the stomach area. Mordecai was a smart wolf. It was most likely that the stomach wounds were what had weakened him most.
Blood turned to Mortilitas Umbra, remembering how badly he had been hurt. She saw now that he was no longer moving. Realizing she still had the head in her mouth, she dropped it by a tree, made a mental note to drag it and the body to the South Boarder to ward off Sallinians, and raced over to her fallen comrade. She quickly laid her ear on his chest to make sure he was still breathing, then turned to Mordecai.
"Find Cota or RavenShard. They'll know what to do. You'll probably find RavenShard first. She's black with red markings, there's a red X on her head. She's kinda... rambunctious... but she knows her stuff. Have her tend to your wounds, then bring her here."
With those orders given, she went over to the body and bit down hard on the neck area. She flung it up into the air and let it land on her back. With careful maneuvering, she managed to have the body rest squarely on her shoulders. It was heavy, but not enough to cause her to fall. Without remorse, Blood took the head back up in her jaws and made her way to the border. Once there, she quickly dropped the body in a very unceremonious way and placed the head to face directly towards Sallin.
With a loud snarl, NightBlood stepped on the head with her front paw and lifted her muzzle in a thunderous howl, reminding the Sallinian members what dealing with Arnlan would result in.
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