Taste Of Medicine

[Nuclear]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Nuke/Untitled-2.jpg] Ears back. Head down. An occasional look over his shoulder to read the expressions his companions were giving but mostly his eyes were peeled on the ground just in front of the Dutch Shepards own limping gait. He had said nothing else to the cripple when he decided to lead them where they wanted to go, what else was there to say? Nuke wasn't about to play friendly and strike up casual conversation with a Metnal member. What Nuke was planning left no room for it. He had no interest in learning any hidden secretly. No need to be reminded of the Extermination, try to find out the reasonings. There was literally nothing to be said. Apparently his comrades thought the same thing, the group of three Elysian and one Metnal walked in complete silence. It seemed as if they were walking forever, the anticipation of it all nearly overwhelming the mutt. Could Metnal territory really be this large? He had never ventured this far north on the island. If Nuke didn't know better, he might have assumed the black and brindle cripple was taking them in circles. The scent of two canines waft past his nostrils causing his ears to raise from their flattened position and his brown optics to shift slightly upward, scanning the horizon, but his head remained low, even with his spine, in a near stalking position. They were close. The tingling hairs that ran the length of his back told him so. If he weren't so focused on everything whirling through his mind, they might have stood on their ends. A loud, sharp bark. Then words. Words. Words. Words. Not a one Nuclear understood, a foreign language. All he knew at this moment was that... he knew. Heat engulfed his body, adrenalin pumping harder than he had ever experienced previously. His body was gone, faster and more abruptly than even Nuke himself could have expected. But his mind remained in a stand still. The vile queen was getting closer to him without even lifting a paw and that small speck of awareness left in his mind wondered how this was possible. Everything was in slow motion, she was still speaking, finishing her meaningless questioning but all Nuke could hear was the wild beating of his own heart. She was completely mute to him. When things finally seemed to return to a normal pace, the Shepard mutt was in the air and a second later, latched on to the area where the queens head met her neck, thrashing his head wildly. He could hear the skin ripping as well as he could hear his own manic growls escaping his throat. A cloud of dust separated this fight from the rest of the canines in the area. Nails dug into the Dobermans shoulder, getting a better grip. She was much taller than he was, so here he was, standing upright on his back feet not needing to keep much balance, he was able to do it easily enough on the Queen. Once the rich metallic tasting liquid touched his tongue, a simple image of all he had lost crossed his his mind briefly, forcing him to lose his grip. This didn't stop the brute from redirecting his bite to her skull. Bone on bone sounds came from the whirling mass of flesh, growls and barks.

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[Nebulous]

[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] The silence was suffocating, hanging heavily over the group of three and one - Elysians and Metnal - as they travelled. Scáth was uneffected, unfazed as always; the journey seemed far shorter to him because he knew exactly where he was going. Exactly where he was going, and what would happen once he got there. Scath was playing a very, very dangerous game here, one that could easily cost him his life. The Elysian mutts behind didn't know this, but this was Scáth's boldest move yet in getting under the metnal alphess' skin. In perspective, it was almost as much of a death sentence for him as it was for the mongrel brute who followed him. That was the point. Scáth blinked, mildly surprised and rather amused that he, too, was on a suicidal mission. Was he really just going through with this so that his life would end, in some twisted form of repayment for not putting up a fight that night? Scáth chuckled quietly at the thought. Nah, this was merely another daredevil move. The Dutch Shepherd was not as upset or fearful of death as he should have been - almost indifferent, actually - but he'd never go down the suicide route and end himself deliberately. He glanced back over his shoulder, curious as to whether that was what the Elysian bitches were doing. They had more of a chance of escaping, after all... If they ran when they got the chance. Scáth had led them over the most open route, the easiest one to avoid ambushes, the most direct to Elysian pack territory if one turned around. "Scath! What the hell are you bringing these pampered pets here to me for? You KNEW I was busy. You should have simply done away with them the moment they considered crossing onto these lands." His leader's furious, barking racket reached his ears mere seconds after her slender frame reached his range of sight, but Scáth stood, unflinchingly, paying no heed to her anger. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Elysian brute explode into action, pelting down the slope towards his target; the Dutch Shepherd turned his head very deliberately back towards the two females, inhaling their fear. His burgundy gaze was strangely soft, almost empathetic, as the quiet, sad words left his jaws. "Run; someone needs to tell his story." The moment seemed to last much longer than it did in reality - a mere couple of seconds - before the Dutch Shepherd whipped around and shot off in pursuit. Gone was casual cripple; there was no hint of a limp in his enormous, powerful galloping gait. His burgundy gaze took in the snarling heap of fur and flesh, expertly analysing as he neared, and suddenly he was airborne. Scáth's lunge was fast, and deadly accurate. His black-brindle mass smashed into the mongrel as his grip loosened; the brute managed one more quick bite to Erida's head before the velocity of Scáth's abrupt attack forced him off the Metnal queen. The Dutch Shepherd's massive paws pinned his enemy down, and without hesitation he used the surprise of his assault to deliver the killing bite. Scáth's fangs buried deep into the Elysian's throat, piercing the windpipe and the jugular vein in one strike, dooming the mongrel to his fate of eternal rest through violence. Scáth did not slacken his grip until his victim's eyes glazed over and stared unseeingly at the sky. Then he drew back, swiping his tongue over his bloodstained muzzle, ready to face the wrathful interrogations of his leader.

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] A demonic sneer had found itself spread along her slender muzzle mid-sentence, honey optics shooting the accusations at Scath. As was expected the brute didn't flinch or even look to consider making excuses for his actions. Though she was unsurprised by the demeanor he now held, the same attitude that had attracted her to the beast, it infuriated her more now. Tall auds left their regal position to find themselves flat against her chiseled skull as she snarled her words. From her peripheral vision she took in the trio of Elysian scum and noted each and every one of them. The stench of fear was thickening the atmosphere, a long stream of the scent snaking it's way toward the fae and dancing into awaiting nares. It was obvious that the Akita and coyote were the ones generating the putrid stink by their very stances. Rigid, frozen upon the earth. Some hairs were urged out of place by the tension, yet there was no sign of attack coming from the pair. She would not be surprised if the two bitches turned tail and headed for home. Only a moment was offered to the shepherd mix male who had seemed in his own world, his vision seemed to be in a haze. The attention on him was swiftly removed and placed on the tearing up coyote. Her last words were spat through a smirk as all of her attention was placed on the timid, young creature. How amusing. The entire observation of each creature took no more time then to finish her explosion of words. And then the amusement she had found by the emotionally pained coyote had betrayed her. Senses shut off to inwardly chuckle just for a fraction of a second before there was a sharp pain piercing into her muscular neck. A high pitched snarl shattered the atmosphere, limbs dancing away from the assaulting canine. Jaws spread snapping upon a forelimb as it was the only thing she could reach in such a hold. Pressure was applied, fangs puncturing through the hide of the leg and applying a vice-like grip in an attempt to snap the bone. Nothing else mattered at this moment. Surely the shaking bite the mongrel had given the queen was painful, yet the pain meant little to her. She was pissed. How dare they? How dare He attack? How dare Scath bring them here? And how dare those insignificant bitches come stinking up her lands with their pathetic fear? Finally the mutt lost his leech like attachment to her hide offering the fae the freedom to spin to face him head on. Then he was attempting an attack once again. Fangs met with her skull, but were swiftly drawn down her face along with the rest of his frame. A low, menacing growl warned the dark brindled figure to leave her kill be, skull lowering to even itself with sloping shoulder blades. A single step was taken closer to the brutes ready to steal the Elysian filth back from the warrior, like claiming her rights upon a carcass. Yet, it was obviously too late. She paused watching the shepherd struggle his last struggle with a slight satisfaction that she got to watch it from this angle once again though the larger part of her was completely raging inside that Scath had interrupted...once again. A single aud swiveled toward the female onlookers finally remembering their presence in the battle, their presence on the sidelines. How typical. Pools slowly shifted to the corners of her eyes to take in their forms, as a sly smirk slithered along dark tiers. Her skull was deliberately twisted to face the coyote and Akita, the hellish smile spreading further in pure satisfaction, or was it warning? A split second was taken watching the femmes before her attentions turned back to the brutes...particularly Scath. The other male was of no interest in his current state. Long limbs stalked toward the Metnal warrior, auds still flattened and smirk still stretched across her features. If any had a doubt in what her smirk meant the vicious intent flashing over irises would settle their minds. It was her warning to offer them as a window to her intent as she neared the dutch shepherd. Most would take the opportunity to get the hell out of her way, but knowing his backwards way of doing things he would stand his ground. Only feet from the pair of males she froze, her frame unconsciously tucking itself tightly together as muscles coiled and almost instantly sprung. Ready jaws spread, fangs attempting to grasp the black male around the face, a growl taking over her voice box as she attempted a punishment.

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The Akita simply stared blankly as the wench barked on about their presence. The fear was apparent that not only came from her but the coyote she had had a motherly urge to protect during their travel here. As a smirk was given from the queen to her female companion Toriety's skull twisted to allow her to view the trickle of liquid running down the young fae's features. Her frame pivoted devouring the entire distance between the two fae pack mates. Her broad skull gently touched her friend's shoulder in an attempt to offer some form of comfort. The action did not take long to complete not wanting to leave her attentions off of the rest of the group. Her frame lined up parallel to Crow's, their pelts resting against each other. Her attention had been turned for far too long. Optics rounded, pupils enlarging at the sight unfolding before her. Erect radars fell back against her skull in surprise and fear as her muscles froze. Though she knew what was going to happen to Nuclear she also was quite impressed with the bravery he was showing. As she was busy secretly hoping that the bite inflicted on the queen would be enough to bring her down the crazy cripple turned his attention to her and Crow. Wrinkles pulled brows together as the sincere words were softly spoken, "Run; someone needs to tell his story." Was the craziness just an act? Oddly she completely believed that he had a concern maybe she was naive, but maybe not. Why would he help them? Then he left her there, his words being searched for some meaning, some reasoning. The hollow sound of the black brindle dog's body slamming into Nuke's side wiped the wonderment from Toriety's mind forcing her to step forward three slow steps. Wide eyed once more she watched as a spectator from the side lines her innards twisting in turning at the sites before her. Nuke was taken by the shepherd, the doberman stalking the pair of males. A deep hatred coursed through her veins as that putrid smirk was offered to Crow and herself. Front limbs lashed out, rear thrusting forward toward the queen. She was going for her in revenge. For all that had died, for Nuke, for Crow, for her lost brother, and even for Scath who the demon was certainly targeting next. A rumbling roar bust up her larynx so forcefully that it pained her throat on its travel, yet she hesitated. Paused only a few feet from her target, glance shot down to her laid out friend. Hesitation...the worst thing one could do in battle. Quite a stupid move. [

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] The tears quickly dried, leaving pitiful gasps and wheezes in the coyote's chest. The fae only blinked in horror, fear as the German shepherd's frame trusted himself towards the queen, only to be interrupted by Scath, who had put him quickly to his end, or even near it. Only moments before did the queen shift her gaze smoothly to the tearing coyote, pitiful indeed, it stung more of her chest. The Akita had made it batter, yet only slightly as her grudge made it's way deeper into hate. The irony, the hate. Was it too much to see that lovable Elysian Subordinate charge into mutts of Metnal, only to be inferior worth? As the pelts were splitting, to eye the Akita charge off into battle. Crow plainly chasing after her motherly like friend. A suicidal mission yes. She'd be mortally and mentally scarred after that. Funny, how some feelings make you go on your own suicidal mission. Anguish, hate and anger quickly wiped away the stench which coated her pelt, barreling towards the queen, right behind the Akita, only feeling another sting of regret that she didn't get to say goodbye to the German Shepard. Heck, maybe saying goodbye wasn't so hard. Bolting her eyes shut, Crow opened her maw only to utter the words, "Goodbye.". Perhaps to both Nuclear and Toriety. Wishing for the Akita, maybe even Scath and the coyote herself to have luck, she hurried and hustled towards the Metnal bitch, trailing precisely behind Toriety. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::-- Voices be heard::...

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[Nuclear]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Nuke/gn3.jpg] There was no sudden realizations that the large fae had sunk her own teeth into this leg while he was on her. There was no great shock when he was torn from his martyr by a blunt, forceful body. There was no retaliation. Nuke hit the ground with a massive thud, knocking the wind out of him. Knocking him back into himself. The lingering taste of the queens blood remained as well as a good bit of the stuff spread across his muzzle. Chipped and broken teeth bled from within his maw, mixing with the queens. Even while the Dutch Shepard placed his teeth deeply into the mutts neck, Nuke thought for a second how it was surprising to him... the queens blood tasted no different from his own. It was no more vile, no less metallic. The only sound he could think of for this was a simple 'hm'. It hurt at first. The teeth from the cripple crushing the vital muscles and veins that were hidden under the flesh of his neck. But as the blood pumped out of his body from the perfect strike the canine had made, Nukes tail thudded against the ground, a soft smile crossing his features. He stared out at nothing, but what he saw forced his heart to pump a fraction faster, causing spurts of blood to fly from his body. There was his girl, walking towards him with his favourite toy. Oh, how he missed that toy. The thuds from his tail began to slow. She was shrouded in white, calling his name. It was barely audible, but the slow patting of her thigh was enough for Nuke to know she wanted him to come to her. The thuds from his tail stopped completely as he heard the muffled words coming from his old coyote companion. The smile remained on his face, but all signs of life in his now useless body were gone. In an out of body experience, Nuke trotted after his girl thinking Yes, Goodbye. And then everything was perfect again.

[Typhoon]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true] Dark chocolate orbs fluttered open and he rolled his head from it's downed position, looking over his shoulder at the place he had last seen Erida. She was gone. How long had he been asleep? A groan escaped his throat while he tried to rise himself upright. His heart rose into his throat slightly as he considered what had happened soon after the pair had finished their bit of daily fun. Had he fallen asleep on her? Did she possibly want to stay up and bond with him? This was what females did after such actions, no? He must find her to make sure she wasn't upset about the fact that he fell into a deep slumber mere minutes afterwards. Stretching out as long as his body would allow then simply shaking off the dirt and grime that was still attached to his body. Mid-shake, he heard something. A growl? Barks. Fighting. He was gone. Running at full speed, when he burst through the foliage, he didn't pause as he witnessed Scath take down a Shepard mix. He didn't slow as he noticed his queen was bitten and bleeding. Not another thought crossed his mind other than to go straight for the Akita that was now running straight for Erida. His eyes were focused totally on the fae, his body in kill mode. The Akitas pause was probably the worst thing for her to do on her end, but the best for Typhoon. He would have never made it in time otherwise. It was only a split second after she stopped herself short that Typhoon rammed into her, a cloud of dust rising around the fallen pair. He didn't bark or growl, no vocalizations at all came from the extremely muscular brute. He didn't want to kill her. Everything in his mind fought against such an action. So he laid there on top of her, a confused look sweeping over his face. Brows furrowed, he stared into the Akitas eyes, searching for an answer on what should be done next. He swallowed harshly before his attention was twisted towards the coyote that was now heading straight for the Queen. Once again, his eyes shot back into the Akitas own eyes. He needed to decide quickly what was to be done. So, pushing back all the feelings that screamed at him to rise and leave her, he lowered head. His nose nearly touching hers, looking deeply into her eyes. "I...I'm sorry." This was all he could do. Apologize as his massive head came down on her neck. He told himself that this needed to be done. That he couldn't trust the attacker to sit idly by while he forced the coyote to the ground as well. Having no idea what was really going on, if these canines were really deserving of death for whatever they had done, it all killed him a little inside. It wasn't fair. But it had to be done, what other option was there?

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[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] Scáth could feel Erida's eyes on him as he drew back from the lifeless body beneath him and turned to face her. His burgundy gaze was steady, unreadable as the Doberman bitch stalked over, ears flat back, a smirk curling up her muzzle, violence flickering in her honey-hued eyes. Punishment was promised; that much was clear. As to the extent of it, well... Maybe even the Metnal alphess herself was unsure. The Dutch Shepherd stood his ground. That familiar crooked grin flickered aross his bloodstained muzzle, as his eyes briefly flicked from his leader to the Akita and her coyote friend pelting down the slope behind her. Erida froze, crouched, then sprung, jaws agape. Without warning, Scáth ducked down and lunged forwards. His head went between her hind limbs, his powerful shoulders thrusting upwards to break her leap and throw her off to the side. It was a smooth counter, an utter disengagement of her original attack that offered no more injuries to add to the Doberman's sleek, already-marred frame. It also effectively moved them both out of the way of the charging Akita, who clearly had targeted Erida. Or was it him? Scáth wasn't sure. Either way, it did not matter. It did not matter, because Typhoon had made an appearance at last - the clueless mutt that he was - and had... Taken her out. The coyote was still coming. Scáth gave her a fixed stare run away, you idiot, I can't keep them both busy that was likely ignored, before turning to his leader. The black-brindle padded over - his habitual limp completely dropped in the heat of battle - and brushed lightly against the bleeding wound on his leader's neck with his muzzle, letting his tongue with its naturally antibacterial saliva properties (as all canines have; there was a reason wild canids survived most wounds without the help of stitches, after all) swipe gently over the torn flesh without apparent concern for the inevitable concequences of touching the Metnal queen without permission. "That's going to leave a scar... I would know." Scáth smiled wryly as he stood, muscles relaxed; up close, the amount of scarring on his lean black-brindled frame was shocking. Bites, scratches, stabs, sharp-pieced aerial ammunition, broken glass, animal traps, road accident, grazed bullet.... All had left their mark over the years, leaving virtually no piece of unmarked flesh. All evidence of how the Dutch Shepherd was no stranger to pain and punishments, to anger and violence and supposed freak accidents. He'd experienced it all, even before the Extermination had begun. "Are you going to add to my own lovely collection of scars, sunshine?"

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] She wasn't surprised at the shepherd's skill of avoiding her attack. There was a reason she preferred him to the other warriors, a reason she sent him tailing Typhoon rather then another mutt of the pack. The force knocking her away was strong yet simply sent her paws skidding against the earth. A cloud of debris shot up around the demoness as her frame was spun 180 degrees to face the dark brute once more, stones loose dirt and twigs threatening to smash any nearby. A low growl was the only response as she stood, tall thin limbs stretched slightly to either side holding her ground, and balance should another attempt an attack. Wouldn't most be appreciative of Scath's actions, be thankful for him taking the battle from under her paws? Especially this should be true given her possible state after her and Typhoon's escapade. A deep chest rose and fell heavily as the adrenalin directed toward the warrior began to subside. A straight lined expression consumed her canvas as the inner turmoil seeped outward. Gaze fixed upon Typhoon as he reluctantly delivered a fatal blow to the Akita. Idiot would regret that. Pools of honey oozed toward the approaching coyote, auds lifting to their full height once more. No hint of emotion nor violence touched her features as she stood watching the young mangy creature approach, all other attention being pulled toward the warrior's oddly gentle touch. Normally it would have sent a fit of violence coursing through the queen's veins, yet no change occurred. Her statuesque frame held it's position attempting to decipher a variety of strange thoughts and feelings racing through her lithe frame. His words fluttered within her radars, yet one single phrase stuck to her like glue ,"run away, you idiot, I can't keep them both busy." Was he now attempting her own tactics on the doberman by offering what seemed to be concern? Eyes slowly narrowed as they finally shifted position from the approaching coyote to the shepherd. Accusations flooded from her optics as the assumption of his attempt at her own manipulative games pounded through her frame. Betrayal. Was he actually attempting to help the enemy? This would not be the first time that a traitor showed himself, yet never before could she care of the consequences of such a crime. This realization of what was happening sent a flame scorching her insides, twisting her stomach and piercing her heart. This was one dog she thought she could trust. Silly bitch was fooled and the pain of it would not be allowed to be viewed by those on the outside of that dove hued frame. Retaliation was the only way for her to express her displeasure, the only way that she knew how. The words were like venom striking Scath, "traitor," before her attention turned deliberately toward the coyote. "My dear warrior wants you to escape with your life, coyote, and so you shall," a strangely sweet set of lyrics sent her message toward the approaching femme. Pillars began to move slowly toward the last Elysian member to live upon these lands, a regal, relaxed walk. That is until suddenly her pace launched her forward grasping upon the snout of the coyote. Head thrashed side to side with a series of manic snarls expressing her displeasure. Her displeasure with their appearance upon her lands, her displeasure for having to put on that stupid act for the rottweiler, but worst of all the unpleasant feelings that the miscreant dutch dog sent rushing through her soul, if that's what she even possessed. Enamels clashed with the bones of her victim's face, a single fang piercing into something much softer and easily penetrated. Watery intraocular fluid exploded as the eye was pierced, droplets of the clear liquid dampening her right cheek. There was no intent to kill the coyote, yet leave her with a forever trinket of her meeting with the queen. Jaws opened dropping the face of her target, blood splattered along her features. Generally this would be of great enjoyment to the doberman, yet the emotionless features held their place, the typical smirk not dancing upon that slender maw. A whisper echoed over the mountainous region, "Yes, dear, run away." With that a leanly muscled, and bleeding bodice smoothly lowered back onto her haunches, narrowed eyes warning the female in silence to take the queen's offer at freedom before her mind was changed.

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[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] The worst mistake of her life was made as she hesitated within two bounds of the queen. What was she thinking? She hadn't had a chance to think when the force of a freight trained sent her tumbling down a small incline, the oxygen within her lungs bursting outward from the impact. Her chest vibrated as she attempted to growl, yet the loss of breath kept the vicious sounds at bay. Her frame writhed under the pressure of the brute in an attempt to get free, a senseless waste of energy as his masculine body pinned her upon the hard ground. This was it, she hadn't even managed a single bite. What a worthless dog she had turned out to be. The fear that her coyote counterpart was covered in just moments earlier now weaved a web of scent from her own frame. She was shutting down, the brave act was gone and the true Toriety came back to reality. Wide brown eyes gazed up at the rottweiler, every muscle within her stiffened from the panic bubbling within her. Auditories fell back against her skull offering her a pathetic look akin to a pup finding itself in trouble by an elder. Her wary gaze followed the brute's to see Crow dashing toward the queen. There was no way she would succeed. Would they all die? A soft whine crawled up her larynx, "Crow, run home! Go...." The words were cut short by the return of the large male's features facing the Akita once more. Slowly she shifted enough to view her assaulter face to face searching his canvas as something about him felt...not right for this place. His moist nose gently touched her own, radars lifting at his soft apology, "I...I'm sorry." It was as if everything was now in slow motion. His large skull lowered toward her throat. Hind limbs attempted to kick and push him away to no avail, pinned under his massive weight. He didn't want to do this, he shouldn't....but he would. There was no point in fighting this. It was the end. Eyes flickered to the others, landing on Crow, the queen, and then the cripple before returning to the sleek black fur growing larger as it approached. A soft whisper was offered, hoping it may help at least save one life, "You do not belong here. Get away while you can." Shades closed tightly over optics, wrinkles creasing as a child would hide under the blanket from the bumps in the night. She would not cry out, she would not scream, she would take her death as peacefully as she could bare.

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] "My dear warrior wants you to escape with your life, coyote, and so you shall," The coyote bolted as quickly as she can, not giving one look back at her dying clan mates. She hoped that they would understand, it was too hurtful to look back at them. Crow spurted until she could hear no more. No more Erida. No more Toriety, no Nuclear. Th coyote was glad for that cripple's comment; if it weren't, she would've had the same fate as her Elysian pack mates. One of the remaining of three, yet she kept going, bolting through Metnal territory, even though the coyote knew that nobody followed. The surrounding brambles and trees were growing blurry, as the Metnal and Elysian scent kept getting weaker and wearier, as Crow ceased running. She was no longer in Metnal territory. To her relief, the border had already been long gone. The scent was stale, as she knew no canine had seen her. The pack would have probably missed them, as their was three missing. Standing, tears had streamed down her maw, more than before. It seemed as if her soul had been torn in half, more the less her very thing they called heart. Not noticing before, the coyote only now felt the stinging pain that queen had given her. Her left eye, bloodied, and cannot see through all of the liquid oozing out of her wounds. They'd say she looked half-dead. Even her sides, matted with blood, feel unevenly, heavy with weak, gasping breaths. And yet, when it felt as if it was enough for the young apprentice, her tail, missing part of the tip, was stubbed. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::-- Comments:: Sloppy post ._.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/t3.jpg] He felt the slight crunch of various tissue as his jaw tightened over the faes neck. Felt the trickles of blood seeping into his mouth as he pulled the flesh upward, trying to make things quicker by tearing apart the vital veins held within. To anyone watching from far off, it seemed as if the two were held in a warm embrace. Typhoons eyes were shut as tight as they could possibly go, brows furrowed creating deep wrinkles. This still was not enough for the brute. He still felt as if he could see the Akita struggling for her life. He saw her features just as clear as if he had his eyes opened. Typhoon was so completely focused on not hearing the sounds, not seeing her face, ignoring everything about this ordeal that her rasped words took far too long to hit his brain. Once they did though, his massive head jerked upwards and he searched her eyes. "...What?", he whispered. Although he was asking this question to the fae that rested under his body, he might as well had been talking to himself. It was too late. The Rottweiler raised himself from her limp form and merely sat next to her, staring at her form for what seemed like forever, appearing as if he looked long enough, the answers might rise right out of her body. Why would she say something like that? On her last breath no less. Answers. He needed answers. He had just taken the life of another, for what? Confusion reeled through his mind as he retraced what he had seen coming upon the group, all fighting for their lives. Had Erida been stalking Scath, ready for attack? It could have all been in his head, it was hard to tell. Everything had happened so fast. Typhoon turned suddenly, as a solider within his ranks would, then made his way up the incline only to spot the finishing touches of Scaths cleansing of the Queens wounds before she shouted at him, calling him a traitor, then turning and heading straight for the coyote. What he witnessed next horrified him. His pace quickened to a gallop, roaring at the Queen 'ERIDA. STOP." Of course, the brute was far too late and the now half blinded coyote shot past him as he skidded to a stop nearly on top of Erida. He watched the Coyote for a short moment before turning his skull so forcefully towards Erida that it appeared as if it could have broken off. A scowl crossed his features, deep impressions creased into his forehead. "What the hell is wrong with you? You both have some explaining to do." A quick, menacing glance was shot towards the, what he once thought, crippled Shepard. His voice was stern and low, but not threatening at all.

[Scáth]

[bg=100000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,450,table] A dangerous game. A most dangerous game indeed, a risky gamble; that was what Scáth was playing today. Betrayal through multiple facades, an apparent change of heart, and sheer boldness. A direct accomplice in an unneccesary massacre. An unstable mind, dabbling in unstable circumstances. The ultimate entertainment, resulting in snarled accusations and a catch-22 situation. But although Scáth was clever - oh yes, he was very clever - he did not tend to plot or plan. There was no betrayal, no underhand conspiracy against the Metnal queen. The Dutch Shepherd had too much blood on his paws to leave Metnal; other packs would reject him, and as a loner he wouldn't survive a week before vengeful groups took it upon themselves to slaughter an ex-Metnal warrior. No. The ultimate reason for Scáth's radically unusual actions today, was that there was no reason. Aside from his impulsive decision to give the Elysian mongrel a clean death, the black-brindle had not thought anything through. The accusatory glare his leader gave him, hiding her surprise and hurt, was a surprise all in itself to him. 'What an... Interesting turn-out.' The single, venomous word didn't receive so much as an ear-twitch from Scáth in response. What came next posed as a far more intriguing subject. The deceptively calm, regal walk hid great violent intent toward the last remaining member of the Elysian trio, but Scáth didn't take so much as a step forward to stop what he knew to come next. He witnessed his leader's manic snarling as she tore and ripped at one side of the coyote's face in particular without batting an eyelid. This was his punishment, in a way. The aggression, the displeasure, the anger that the Doberman vented was a fire that had been fuelled by many things that had little to do with the young Elysian, Scáth's assumedly traitorous behaviour in particular. "Interesting... Traitor. That's a new one. Did I hurt your feelings, sunshine?" The Dutch Shepherd padded over to where the Metnal alphess sat and stood, just out of striking range as usual, the familiar lazy, fearless crooked grin twisting up his muzzle as Typhoon galloped over to join them. The mutt's eyes were wide with horror - clearly having witnessed sunshine's not-so-nice side for the first time and in shock about it - and as the Rottweiler stopped just short of being on top of Erida a quiet, barely audible growl rose unconsciously in Scáth's chest; a warrior's warning to 'back off'. The threat clearly didn't make it to the black-brindle's face, however; his burgundy eyes were somewhat amused by the Rottweiler's ignorance, his lips and hackles relaxed. Scáth's words mostly in reply to the black and rust brute's demands for an explanation, yet his eyes were dutifully trained on his leader as he spoke. "Ah, explanations. Does one need a reason to take a life? Does one need a reason to save it? The world isn't that black and white; on the contrary, it's full of color. One could go mad labelling them all."

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/vskmdv.jpg] Through the violent thrashing she was offering the coyote she had managed to catch bits of what was happening just down the incline. The fading whispers, the shallow breath, and it was almost as if the pain that the rottweiler felt for the murder he was committing was audible as well. It surely sent a thickness through the atmosphere, hovering over the ridge. This would be the moment when he would learn of the truth, learn of how he was so easily tricked into believing the queen could care for one such as himself. Although her position never faltered, receptors still focused upon the area of her outburst and optics watching where the coyote had just fractions of a second earlier had bolted from her mind was carefully calculating both males left within the scene of the battle. Scath's words were conveniently interrupted by the heavily approaching thudding of Typhoon's large paws. Casually a red muscle slipped from it's moist cavern running along a slender muzzle. The sleek silver hued fur was already beginning to cake with the dark blood of the only surviving invader. Perhaps it was fitting for the demoness to wear such a statement upon her face, a mark to show exactly who she was. Her canvas was expressionless, unaffected by the shouts or the questioning of the warrior that would only be taken as sarcastic. Though beneath the surface there was liquid lava bubbling and gaining an enormous amount of strength simply waiting for the next chance to erupt. The idea of having any sort of negative feeling toward herself was unheard of for the bitch and it pissed her off that they now began flowing freely within her mind. How could one stupid dog cause the floodgates of her mind to open? She needed to rest....to clear her mind it seemed. Erida was never one to be easily confused but the back and forth of the warrior, jumping from attempting to help a rival (who came here to kill her nonetheless) to the low warning being offered to the Rottweiler as he nearly smashed into her frozen frame. It was quite amusing when he mentally played games, yet not so much when it was her that felt like the toy. As the earthen debris pelted the fae's body as it was dug from it's slumber during the swift stop of Typhoon pupils simply shifted to the right of her sockets. Her gaze locked upon the naive brute's features only now that devilish smirk penetrating the stiff visage. The horror stricken dog was quite amusing really, from the deep breaths of agitation, to the wide-eyed, shocked expression, and the attempt to make himself sound like they should actually take heed to his words. Little did he know that neither of them would give a shit what he thought or what he said. He would easily be taken out just like the two corpses that were beginning to rot in the sun's warmth. If the twisted smile upon her face didn't offer him enough answers the dutch shepherd had decided to offer explanation. A single radar twisted to her left taking in his response, "Ah, explanations. Does one need a reason to take a life? Does one need a reason to save it? The world isn't that black and white; on the contrary, it's full of color. One could go mad labeling them all." Eyes narrowed her own crown snapping around to face Scath only a short moment after his offer at an explanation was given. A low growl rumbled deep within her bodice, ping ponging off of her ribcage, smirk wiped clean from the once amused canvas. Both cropped auditories found themselves plastered to the shepherd as a finely crafted skull fell slightly off balance. "Yes, but your pack and an enemy pack here for blood are easily labeled are they not? A reason should be needed for attempting to save the life of a pampered pet that's out to kill me." The explanation given to Typhoon were taken for her own to twist and turn how she pleased. Stealing them from the rottweiler just as she would take anything else she wished for. The look of complete agitation and anger held tightly to her, the facade that was once worn for the black and tan dog now vanishing. It was quite surprising she hadn't exploded yet, the lava taunting within her held at bay and she made her own mental note of it. Was it possible to turn the massive brute to her right against the warrior now? Maybe she could convince him that Scath had orchestrated the entire battle, the assassination of the queen? The thoughts tumbled over each other swiftly as she considered the best way to rid herself of the dutch dog. Yet no thought was acted upon. The one to push the doberman the furthest, and the only to keep his life after such antics were pulled time and time again.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/t3.jpg] Typhoon remained calm, relaxed. His stood still, the only movements coming from it were the casual rise and fall of his chest as he took in the air. The Rottweilers eyes said something totally different though. Some would say he looked concerned. Others would see the anger boiling within as he watched the two Metnal dogs play games with each other. Feelings started to arise in him, memories came sniffing back to show him things he had missed. Simple things really. On a day to day basis, none of them were anything to take into account. Although, the moment you added them together and had the pleasure of witnessing what he had today, things that were once always unclear or confusing started to make sense. The occasional whiffs of Scath that filled his nostrils when they shouldn't have. The quivers of Eridas lips, wanting so much to grow into a snarl. The outbursts. Shadows. The overall feeling of something wrong whenever he neared the Metnal pack members. Dark brown orbs were focused on nothing in particular, a subtle look of realization touched his features. All this large male needed was a taste of reality to bring him spiraling out of his dreamland. The low, steady voice of the Rottweiler chimed in nearly on top of the Queens finishing questions. His gaze slid towards the Shepard calmly. "You've been following me." Then to the Queen herself, orbs re focused. "You've been lying to me. You're the conspirator. The one you tried to make these poor souls out to be. Why." The 'Why' was much less a question than a demand. What use was Typhoon to the pack for them to go to such extremes to keep him in the dark? A nearly terrifying darkness filled his eyes as he though, he had just killed an innocent. Now would not be the time for either Metnal pack mate to make a move towards the Rottweiler. If a fight were to break out, even two against one, Typhoon was a formidable opponent. His muscles outweighed those of his companions by far in their own separate bodies. Even together, though, it wouldn't be a fight that one could not place favour in easily.