"Stop fighting!" Lhuna growled, the fur on her back raising as the two males snapped at each other from under her heels. Storm immediately stopped on her command, keeping his head low but angered eyes fixed upon Nightstar.
"We've barely been together a day and already you're fighting. We'll never find the others unless both of you are willing to put a little effort in. Got it?"
Storm whined in response but Star was silent, his glare towards Star speaking it all. Lhuna sighed shortly, opening her mouth to speak again when she heard it; a rustle, a whine, and a thud as a body hit the ground.
Her ears perked, as she tilted her head and listened a little closer.
"-Hunting my friends?" she managed to catch, but of course it meant nothing. Behind her, Star and Storm were bickering meaninglessly again. She turned and shushed them gently, turning her head back to where the sound came from. Immediately, Storm was at her side, sniffing the air.
Unluckily, she could not pick up a defining scent due to the direction of the wind. A little twinge, told her however that this wolf belonged to her pack. Her heart soared with happiness, and she almost had to hold herself back from bounding through the trees. No. There could be trouble ahead.
"Stay here," she whispered to the two yearlings, creeping silently towards the sounds.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
She growled a little as she approached new wolves. She was spying on them. Of course, she wasn't in Brushfire territory anymore, but soon it would be all their territory.
"Stay here," the eldest of the three wolves whispered. Nuk growled. She could take her anger out on this one. It looked like it could be a pretty intense fight. This wolf could possibly be the alfa!
The wolf headed out, sniffing around.
"Looking for something?" Nukpana purred, walking towards her.
The female wolf growled. "Your Brushfire," she spat.
Nuk sighed. "It's funny how everyone says our name with so much spite...but we still happen to be the most feared."
"That dosen't make you the best," the she-wolf laughed.
"Really?" She asked, chuckling.
"No. That would be the Warrior clan," she smiled.
Nukpana's grin fell away from her face. "They are weak. Mercy is weakness! You are just as much of a fool as they are!" She yelled.
"You will see, eventually," she laughed.
Nukpana shook her head. "No. You will see. Since our latest example Fury has decided something...well, I don't expect the Warrior clan to be around much longer," Nukpana replied, letting out her frightening high pitched laugh.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
She eyed the demon wolf up and down, forbidding the growl that rose in her throat to explode from her jaws. This wolf wanted a fight. Lhuna had two young yearlings in her care. She weighed up her options. No, running wasn't one. Running was cowardly.
"Having a nice think about your final few minutes?" the demon wolf snickered.
"No. Best form of attack. That's what you want, isn't it?" Lhuna said calmly, flicking her white tipped tail to silence a growl from the two young wolves behind her. She had to protect them, it was her duty as their leader. She waited for her oppurtunity.
The Brushfire wolf snorted and threw back her head in a short laugh. Her mistake.
With a snarl, Lhuna took her chance and threw all her force into a body tackle, teeth aiming for the demon wolf's throat.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
Nukpana was experienced. She smiled. This was a smart wolf. Growling she leaped to the side as the she-wolf aimed for her throat.
"Nice try," she growled from her half-crouch position. "But not good enough."
"We'll see about that," the female wolf laughed, readying herself for another attack.
"What about your little cubs?" She questioned. "What would happen to them if I just happened to slip up and-" Nukpana left the senteced unfinished.
"Don't you ever threaten them. Hurt them in any way and I will kill you in the most brutal way possible," she growled, threateningly. Nukpana gave her high pitched laugh again. She had hit a nerve. She really just pissed that wolf off.
"Oh really? That sounds like it could be...interesting," Nuk replied, thoughtfully. "It also sounds like you care for those wolves. You are so weak," she sighed.
With that said, Nukpana leaped up and struck at the wolf, but the she-wolf moved nimbly aside, knocking Nukpana away.
Nuk groaned and stood up again. She had misjudged her. She was stronger than Nuk thought.
Nukpana's ankle throbbed. It had a cut there, but she couldn't think about that because now the she-wolf had leaped up to attack again. Nukpana growled and charged at her, both of them colliding in a heap of teeth and claws.
Nukpana bit the she-wolf's shoulder, missing her throat because she had moved. The she-wolf grolwed and shook out of her grip.
Then, distantly, she heard a howl. It was a mysterious and demonic sounding howl. That was Fury.
Looking between the she-wolf and the open gorund behind her, she nashed her teeth. She wanted to finish this fight to the death!
"Go on," she growled. "Go back to your master!"
"He may be my master...for now," Nukpana whispered. She had been planning to kill Fury for a long time, but she still had to wait for the right moment.
Nukpana shot off, faster than many wolves can run, towards the sound of the howl. Cursing Fury the whole way.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
**Alright, I haven't posted in a few days because I've had to finish the longest history essay I've ever been given over the weekend, but I promise I'll post later today.**
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Tier snarled a little more at him as she spat back at him about this being her territory. Brushfire for sure then. But the next words she spoke made him pause, blinking, "You were checking if they were Brushfire wolves?" He shook himself, "You're not from the Brushfire pack?" It was the only logical conclusion there. If she had been, why would she need to check if Lhuna, Star and Storm were of her own pack? It simply didn't add up that way.
He pulled away from her, ducking his head apologetically, "I...sorry. I assumed you and your friend were Brushfire wolves. We're not from this area, and I've been trying to find them since we were attacked by Fury and his pack."
Both he and the stranger paused for a moment, as a high pitched cackle rippled through the air. The native seemed to shrink a little away from the noise, "That's Nukpana. She's a Brushfire wolf."
Tier stood straight up, and then bolted toward the sounds. He could hear snarls, threats being exchanged between his alpha and this 'Nukpana'. And then, a deep, unnatural sounding howl tore through the air, and for a few moments, Tier froze. Fury...
Shaking himself, Tier burst into a run again, hearing the sounds of the wolf he'd attacked behind him. Apparently the business with his mistaking who she was had not yet been forgotten. After a short distance, he came skidding to where Lhuna and the other two wolves were, his eyes wide, his whole body clearly poised to attack something, "Where are they?" He said, his voice betraying what was almost eagerness to fight Fury and his wolves.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Hey, I'll be out of internet access for the next fourish days. Please keep Cana, Randyll, and Redwind alive! Feel free to puppet any of them around while I'm gone, just don't get them into anything out of character please!
The demonic call of the Brushfire Alpha tore through camp, cutting Windsong's cheerful mood in half. She had just been trotting towards Spirit to tell him of the news about the newcomer yearling, when that unnatural howl tore through the morning sky.
With wide eyes, she met the gaze of Spirit.
The attack was underway.
Immediately, Warriors began to scramble towards Redwind's cave for orders, howling and barking as they gathered the pups of the clan. Windsong dodged her way through the crowd, flying past Spirit in a blue-grey blur.
"Wait Windsong!" Spirit called behind her. She dug her heels into the ground, turning to look at Spirit. "Where are you going?"
"There are innocent wolves out there. And I have to try and save some of them."
Then she took off like a silver bullet through the tall grass sending a spray of morning dew into the air, Spirit close on her heels.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
Right - I'm going to be offline for a couple of days... Please keep Storm and Lark alive.
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
Hiya! Checking in, letting you all know that I'm still here! I know I made this offer before, but does anyone need to be brought in? Toxin is waiting around idly...so...yeah lol.
Rayne, Yellow Hill Beta
Zodaik and I wandered the plains for some time before we turned back. Everything was silent and peaceful for awhile, until we started talking again. The only thing would could think to talk about was our histories, so we told each other stories about our pasts. Zodaik's past was quite...unusual, to say the least. So many rollercoaster events that happened to him at such a young age. Granted, I was only a year older, but regardless... We continued to talk until we got back to our little den.
Just as we were turning in, a blood-curdling howl tore through the dawn air. My ears flicked violently and my nostrils twitched as I studied the sound. It was a howl I hadn't heard before, so it wasn't from Yellow Hill or Black Tooth. Must be some kind of natives. Zodaik and I both sat in the mouth of the little cave as we stared in the direction the sound had come from.
"What could that have been?" I asked, not really to anyone, just thinking out loud.
"I can't imagine," he said quietly. "But whatever it is," he continued, more loudly this time, "it can't be anything we can't handle."
I laughed. "Of course not," I said, winking at him.
Just then, the sound of frantic paws beating against the earth could be heard. I looked towards this new sound and saw two wolves running towards us. My hackles rose slowly and I stood up, walking towards them slowly and growling quietly. The female of the two slowed to a stop in front of me.
"I come in peace," she said. I raised an eyebrow and Zodaik joined me silently. "You must be new to the land." I nodded slowly.
"Can we help you?" My friend asked her.
She nodded sharply.
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That was Windsong I didn't want to interrupt Rayne and Zodiak's cute little alone time (^_^), but they need to get back in the action lol. I don't know how long it will be before I can post again, but this is what I have for now
~Rayne
Singing: It's more than my forte; it's my fortissimo --- They say "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Well, I think guns help. If you just stand there and yell BANG I don't think you're going to kill too many people...
The war-cry howl still rang in my ears as I rushed to meet the other warriors. Brushfire was on the attack, this would not end well.
When I approached the group of wolves around my den, they all quieted and turned to face me.
"Redwind," one of the warriors said. "The Brushfire clan has opened attack on our pack, and they are steadily approaching our territory."
"When was this attack." I asked.
"Early this afternoon, it was on the edge of our territory. Some of the scouts were out, only one returned."
I felt the anger growing inside me. This time Brushfire had gone too far, killing my packmates. Never had this sort of hostility been provoked.
"Gather the warriors who can fight and hold them back. Keep them away from the den. Do not attack unless attacked first." I instructed. Some of the wolves dispersed and a the rest stayed back. I gave orders to Skye to protect the pups and others that couldn't fight and took off to join the warriors.
There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them. — J.K. Rowling