A Loyal Assasin, Blade ((Acceptance))

[blackrage]

"There had better be an explanation for this!"

Blade whirled, who was this wolf to intrude upon them? It was a fae for what he could see. Bitch. Who was she to talk like that to his siblings. He cared for them beyond all reason, protecting them and whomever who threatened to taunt or hurt them. The tri-colored male snarled, "Bitch..who do you think you are?"

"I am Archer, an assassin and these two are my half-brothers.I wish to join the pack and aid in anything that needs to be done"

What the hell was his sibling doing, why? He didn't understand till it came up and slapped him in the muzzle. That fae was the alpha. He grinned sheepishly at the fae after his comment, he hadn't exactly known that she was who she was.

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"There had better be an explanation for this!"

The solid black assassin turned around, gulping. Well, there was the wolf they were looking for. Then, before he could saw anything, a tail wrapped it self around his mouth and his brother spoke first. Blackrage snapped at it. The male looked up at Nightshade, a look of pure acknowledgment that she was alpha written on his face.

" Alphess Nightshade, if this is beyond my ranking I am sorry. These two wolves are my brothers and I am mearly accompanying them to see you. They wish acceptance."

He paused, looking over at the first, he told the alpha who they were. "Archer, as he has already said."

The black assassin then looked at the other,"Blade."

[Nightshade]

Nightshade ignored the first wolf's comment, as her question had been fixed on Blackrage, not the others. He had a chance to explain this...for the moment. But the second wolf's comments did not go unnoticed. A low growl rose in the alpha's throat before she had even noticed it was happening, and within seconds she had leapt down the small hill and was heading directly for the three wolves. She was not running, even though the fury begged her to - to snatch and rip and tear until there was nothing left...that would be that wolf's worst, and last mistake.

Blackrage's voice broke through at the last possible moment, when the alpha had already forced herself through the air. She landed right before the three wolves, skidding to a well-planned stop so that her side was facing them and her teeth were barred low - ready to snap straight through the male's jugular without a second's notice. Her tail was raised high, her dominant figure poised and ready to fight. Her green eyes flashed with the shadows within.

'Acceptance?!' Nightshade was still fuming. Her thoughts pounded so hard through her mind that they hurt her, the pain pushed aside as it always was. The bloodlust was still with her...she could almost taste it - taste it in the wind that she swallowed up to catch her breath. "You are lucky, Blackrage..." she spoke shakily when she had controlled herself just enough to speak. Her dark words become stronger, and she continued threateningly. "...You brother almost lost his head." She meant this as literally as it could have been, and she snarled again, her sharp fangs protruding from her grey lips.

Nightshade was reluctant to release herself from her battle stance...the smell of a fight still fresh in her lungs. It had been too long since she had fought another - now, she almost yearned for it. She wanted nothing more than for that arrogant assassin to try and take a piece out of her. She'd tear into his flesh, taste his blood - snap his neck. Swim inside the unyielding pleasure of bringing death. Slowly, she drew herself up again so that she was facing them properly. She shot the wolf a glare, as if to tell him that next time - there would be no mercy. These two intruders had a long way to go if they wanted acceptance.

[archer]

Archer watched as Nightshade whirled on them. He was not sure how reacte, but his insticts told him she was not right. Tossing a glare to Blade, he spoke.

"Blade, you have a lot to learn here and please respect the alpha or I will sit on you and not let you up until you do"

He yipped, pian spreading through his tail. Shaking his head slightly, his magnificant muscled body forced himself to relax. He did not like the fact that Nightshade wanted to hurt his brothers, his blood. Snorting, he looked deeply into Blackrage's eyes. As if aplogizing for his tail, though a small little wound, tow teeth marks lay upon it. Blade was unknowingly rude to the alpha and now he almost got killed.

Archer was right for one thing, he had been right to respect her. Blackrage was all right with his actions. Though Archer couldn't help snarling and little under his breath, The anger of an assassin was a deadly thing. Though because of the breeding of Comatose, Archer had inherited on thing he had never known. It was a fury not known to his kind. It was his mother's fault. He had recieved the very trait his mother swore was gone forever. The Durochen Clan Fury, a diease that plaqued only a true Durochen. He had it and was able ot use it if he was pissed enough.

His ears perked forward and nothig seemed to stop the brute from what lay hidden. The anger was building and poor Archer was oblivious to the Fury of the Durochen Warrior Flight Pack.

[blackrage]

((Now I forgot to post...sorry for me being late now...-smacks self-))

"You are lucky, Blackrage..."

"...You brother almost lost his head."


Blade felt the fur rise up on the back of his neck at her words. His eyes staring straight at the fae, not even flinching when she'd landed in front of them. He had almost bared his teeth at her. His ears rammed forward. Why shouldn't he try and take a bite out of her? After all, didn't she just threaten him. He held his tail just as high as she held hers.

If there was one thing that Blade was known for it was arrogance. Never, in all his life, had he ever submitted to another wolf. Never. There was only one thought about this going through his head.

'Why submit to this fae? Never have...never will.'

And if there was only one thing that would snap him out of it now was what happened next.

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"You are lucky, Blackrage..."

"...You brother almost lost his head."

The black male tilted his head to the ground, a sort of small bow to her. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blade, a dominant like figure, a hiss in his throat. A sound which his brother had directed at the Alpha. His brother, Blade doing that? Alright, there are many things that Blackrage never learned to stand or control his temper with...and this was one of them. Dis-respecting an Alpha..or worse, threatening one. Blade was doing both. This..Blackrage would not stand for.

He lost it.

A blood-curling snarl wrenched from his throat, snapping through the air like a gun-shot. He bared his teeth back to the gums and farther, aiming in at his brother.

Blade whirled, losing all fight in him the moment pain ripped through his shoulder. His eyes found his brothers, eyes he only knew to be directed at an enemy. Eyes that gave off Blackrage's true nature. 'Soul of ice and stone, mind of the devil, fury ever enternal..' A killer without a second thought.

The blow itself wrenched Blade off his feet and the shock and fear of getting attacked by someone he knew- someone he was related to- let help to a sound bursting from his throat, a mix of a yelp and a scream. He hit the ground hard, his tail between his legs, his eyes wide. Blackrage stood above him, in not at all a dominant stance what so ever. It was a threatening stance of a killer with no heart. Blackrage's eyes were not as they'd been, he was in blood lust, a fury. All he wanted to do was destroy, rip apart, mangle in every way possible way within his knowledge. He just wanted to kill his sorry excuse for a brother here and now. Why shouldn't he? At that moment, the blackened male was turned into a demon...only his desire to kill and be commanded by a higher power remained. Never had family existed to him now.

The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them, he didn't want to stop them, "Blade.....give me one reason not to kill you now, rip apart your carcass and throw your blood all across these plains we stand in?"

Blackrage was one twisted individual.

[archer]

Archer snapped his head at Rage. He hated this. He heard the words exchanged between them. There was only one thing to do.

"BROTHER, LET GO OF BLADE BEFORE I MAKE YOU! HAVE YOU LOST IT? HE IS YOUR OWN BLOOD, YOUR OWN FLESH. IF YOU KILL HIM HELL WILL FIND YOU NO MERCY ONCE I THROUGH WITH YOU! I AM ARCHER AN ASSASSIN, LISTEN TO ME!!!!!"

Archer's fur rose up from his shoulders. His teeth bared.

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[blackrage]

((Bump for Nightshade.))

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[archer]

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[blackrage]

Nightshade.........

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[Nightshade]

((Yes, I know - I need to get a good bashing in with a memory stick. Sorry for the really long wait. I was sick until a few days ago, and haven't really been on the computer that much. ))

Nightshade saw the threat in Blade's eyes. She had seen it so many times before. The hate for what she was doing - for what she was. In his mind, she had crossed the line. In her own, this would be over before it ever began. Oh, wrong move! Within an instant she would have been upon him. No matter what Blackrage or the other brother did, their sibling had made his last mistake. The blood had risen in her ears and it burnt through into her gaze. Her fury was palpable as she crouched low to leap forward, molten anger seething through her veins and giving her muscles greater strength than they ever could have done without it. She would tear into him...she would finish this.

She had been so ready to find flesh in her jaws that she started the moment Blackrage leapt across her path and literally bowled his brother over. She was just quick enough to spring back and avoid being caught within all this. Blackrage was trying to save his brother from something that could not be stopped. Did he really think that he could spare him the wrath of the alpha of the lands on which they all stood? He was a fool if he thought it so.

Nightshade's fury snapped at Blackrage's guttural voice. For the first time, the she-wolf fully took in the scene before her. What could only be described as confusion passed across her face as she saw what had happened. Blackrage had not been protecting his brother - he had been hurting him. The confusion was gone, replaced swiftly by Nightshade's usual cold glare. Why would the assassin do such a thing? Compassion - was that it? If he thought he could spare his brother by doing this - by trying to lessen his pain - then he was sourly mistaken.

But there was not a taint of sympathy or care in Blackrage now, and Nightshade found herself smirking uncontrollably. He was indeed the assassin that he said he was, if he could harm blood just for the honour of his alpha. Thought truly, the she-wolf knew there had to be something more behind it. Loyalty was needed in all of her pack, but it was not uttered in this place at more than a whisper. Archer's outrage simply increased her amusement. Hell, if ever there was a screwed up relation ship other than her own it was this one. Love between brothers, heh? For now, she would simply enjoy this.