Skittles, Whisper

The silver huntress slunk silently into the barn yard, harks erect, listening for the sound of any dogs that may be near. Her nares led her straight to the chicken coop, in which was her target of the night. Salmon tounge ran over her fangs, a grin of horiffic delight appearing. Her brother had been brought along as back up, incase an attack was to occur, then they could fight them off and still have a decent meal. But for now she would worry about getting into the cage.

The demoness padded right towards the wire, jaws wrapping around it and as she tugged to rip it's flimbsy material.

Skittles followed his sibling, his mood rather excitable tonight. He was ready to kill, and his fangs yerns for some good blood. Did any dog try to stop them he would attack on the spot, because he could taste the bloody rainbow...

*Chickens*

The wire, already mended and replaced countless times by other break inns, gave way to Whisper's trying jaws.

The chickens were quickly alert and frightened, jabbering and flapping about to the far end of the coup to put as much distance as the could between themselves and the wolves.

Whisper, Skittles

The fae ripped the wire away, darting into the chicken coop, aiming for the first bird she could get to. Jaws snap shut whenever it would seem she had hold of the neck. She would slaughter all the birds she could, and enjoy the meal to the fullest.

Skittles followed through the wire with Whisper, leaping at a different chicken. His trap snapped as soon as it would seem he had hold of the neck. He too would enjoy this killing.

Becca

Becca was in the barn this tim instead of where Rollin had died. The large hybrid was up before the chickens set off an alarm .She had heard the wolves open the wire mesh that held the flightless birds. Jumping through the mesh Becca lunged for the closest wolf, Skittles. She used her weight against him and the suprise of her silent attack to catchi him off guard and throw him to the ground, she hoped. This was a closed in space and she had to try and not squash the chickens. She would take her revenge for her fathers death. She snapped down with her fangs towards his bag leg tendon to try and tear it apart.

Whisper, Skittles

The fae continued to snap at the chickens, hoping to kill as many as possible. She had made about 5 attempt at killing the beasts without taking the time to see how many had died. It was then she lifted her dial, nares inhaling, catching Becca's scent before the hybrid appeared. "Skittles, we have company" With this said she moved further from the entrance, snapping still at the birds, hoping to kill them all.

The brute too had cought Becca's scent, stopping after only attempting two chickens. But even with this warning, Becca's attack caused him to hit against the cage, falling to the ground, due to not having calculated the size of the area enough. But even so, he would not let this 'dog' get the upper hand. As Becca aimed for his hind he himself used his low, fallen position to snap at her throat, his own life line too close to the ground to be grabbed at. Becca would either have to back up, or get hit, those would seem to be the only options.

Becca

Having miscalculated her position Becca found her nape in the grip of the wolf. Luckily her winter coat was still there since the tempeture had just begun to rise. She knew better then to struggle since it would cause more injury to her then she needed. Becca took the chance though and while Skittles had her nape she snapped at his open side aiming for his abdomen area.

Rihanne

Appearing from the yard, having heard the ruckus, the little spaniel-pit mix darted in just as the big hybrid lunged at the male. Taking this chance of distraction, the little female lunged at the one holding the hybrid's scruff, snapping at legs and underbelly, dodging and weaving between the females legs to confuse and distract her. She was small, but compact and fast. She would be very hard to catch.

*Chickens*

Five chickens fell before Whisper's jaws, having no real defense or evasive tactics to use. Two fell to Skittles.

Skittles, Whisper

Skittles held fast to the fae, jaws tightening on the flesh he had tho he knew it was not the life line. As she lundged he held her back, no letting her any closer. "You won't win..." His voice was muffled as he spoke, bod shifting beneith him as he made it so his hinds were below his masive bodice. Then he releases his grip on her nape, hinds pushing off the dirt as he is forced towards her, his neck tucked for protection and his jaws snapping again to regain a hold on her nape. This time he hoped it was more secure.

Whisper snarled low as the small dog nipped at her underbelly, orbs flaming as she watched the creature. But as she watched an idea came into mind. She watched the creatures pattern, finally lundging when the small dog should be near the pen walls. She leapt, jaws snapping anywhere on the creature to keep it away.

Becca

Becca was glad she hadn't choke when she had went for the wolves stomach. She saw him get up and with her own wolf-like speed jumped over him and charged since Skittles was now at the entrance to the pen. She aimed to shove him out to where she would have more room to use more deadly attacks. She shoved her full weight again onto Skittles. With his own momentum he wouldn't be able to stop himself at all.

Skittles

The brute was easily pushed from the pen, his own bod rolling onto the grass. He lifted his dial, shakking for a moment to regain his thought, then a low snarl exited his jaws, once more he is up on his limbs. His hackles raised he is ready to fight, daring her to come at him.

Becca

The hybrid was out of the pen before he was even on his feet again. Already lunging for his shoulder. She kept her neck covered now hardly letting her life vien be seen. Anytime it was it was to quik for anyone to grab that area.

Skittles

The brute let a low snarl excape his vocals as her fangs penatrate his shoulder. His emerald spheres glare at her, looking for a weak point. The as he found one he lundged, jaws open for her back upper hind. Jaws snapped when he thought he had it, shutting tight on either air or his target. He wouldn't give up so easily.

Rihanne

The female had caught and severed a piece of her beautiful tail. It streamed blood, but the little cocker was born and bred in the Pit. She refused to let so trivial a thing annoy her. She blocked it out and lunged for the female's hinds, hoping to bring things to levels.

Magick

The silver huntress followed the scent of some of the others whom had fought on the farm, finding yet another battle starting. Her sights first fall upon Skittles, limbs carrying her towards his attacker. Sure she didn't know him, but she would still help. She leapt off the ground, aiming for the hybrids back. Jaws snap shut, hoping to catch it. With her current state of fighting, it would be hard for her to block such a thing.

Whisper

The huntress of steel spit the bit of tail she had ripped from the small dog, yelping a tad as the sharp little fangs bit into her hinds. The vixen lundged towards the small dog, hopeing to get it's neck or shoulder area. The little dog had an upper hand in that it was small, but if she got ahold of it, she could kill if off easy.

Becca

Becca was caught off guard as the wolfess lunged out of nowhere and grabbed her back. She yelped and landed in midjump turning her head to snap viciously at the wolfesses underbelly.

Rihanne

The move of the female was a familiar one, and the little dog dodged easily. She wrenched the leg in her teeth in order to tear muscles and cause pain, and leapt for the soft underbelly with fangs and claws. She didn't really desire to kill the wolf, just to disable her enough to where she would take a piece of those already killed and leave the live chickens be. She understood that wolves had to hunt, as she had run wild for weeks coming here and found little game, but she wished to stop the senseless killing.

Skittles, Whisper

As Becca snapped at the other fae, Skittles took this chance to bite at the back of her neck, jaws snapping shut as she attempted to get hold of Magicks underbelly.

Whisper snarled fiercing as the runt dog nipped at her limbs, her own jaws still determined to latch around the small creatures body and break it in half. She would get rid of the menase.

Magick

The beauty let a snarl pass her kissers, though her grip was not released from the back of the hybrid. The pair inflicted on her underbelly was nothing comapred to what she could do to this faes spinal chord. Insticktively she tightened her grip placing more pressure on the backbone. Her goal was simple, to break the bone and sever the spinal chord, leaving the fae paralyzed and an even easier target.

Becca

Becca tried to shack herself loose of the two wolves pain entering her body but it was only like a bee sting right now since she could ignore it, but once the pain became worse..... No. BEcca wouldn't let it come to that. She had to find a way to shake them loose. Beccas snarls were let loose with her frustration of not being able to get to her enemies. She needed something to slam them agains. The chicken wire wouldn't do. She noticed the small hill infront of her and rmebered when she broke her paw fallign down it with another wolf. She could deal with another broken paw. She suddenly threw herself foreword with the weight of both canines upon her. It hurt to do so but she purposly tripped as she came to the hill and watched the world begin to spin as she fell.The force would be enough to throw both wolves off her and hopefully injure them some.

Skittles

The mascue refused to release his grasp he had gotten on her neck(u didn't say i didn't so i take i hit), making sure he add as much pressure as possible. But as he felt her shift her weight, he lossened, triping a tad to the side but not pully flipping. This gave him the chance for a quick attack before the hybrid could recover, though he couldn't check on his partner yet. His jaws part as he lundged for Becca's throat again, hoping to catch her in her disoriented state.

Magick

The huntress held on, feeling her shift, but not bothing to move like Skittles had. She would hold on for der life, and break at least a vertabrae on the hybrids back before even thinking about letting go. Her jaws snapped tighter as she fell forward, her side hitting against a rock a a crack heard. She yelped, her grasp released as she loses her breath. Her rib had been cracked, and the blow had both knocked the air from her chest, and put her in an unconcious state.

Becca

Gaspign for breathe as she stood up she saw the brute lunge toward her. Her world was dizzy but all the better for a dodge. She moved to one side and he went past her. The female was unconcious. She lunged toward the male again as her sight cleared. She lunged for the side of his face snapping down this was jsut a play though and she changed again this time snapping for his maw to snap down harshly, this was aimed more perfectly and would latch onto his maw for sure. She locked her jaws tight on whatever she held in them.

Rihanne

The little hybrid danced around the big female, laughing a little at her small knowledge of pit fighting. A wolf needed their pack, but Rihanne could fight all by herself and win. She continued to dance about, and then came from under the wolf's belly to launch herself at its back, closing on something, though she knew not what. She grabbed with the strength of the pit in her, locking her jaws and refusing to let go.

Rihanne

The little female saw the she-wolf leave, and was glad. No more chickens woudl fall to their grip today. She stood guard at the door, however, waiting to see if the big hybrid would need any aid. If she felt that the other would need help, she would step in. But with one out of it for the moment and the other just joining, she thought the hybrid stood a fair chance.

Becca

Becca tightened her jaws even more at the pain in her neck. Like a pain and stress reliever. She growled and keeping her tight hold began to shake the maw she held in her jaws without rest tightening even more.

Skittles, Whisper

The brute snarled low, wincing at the pain he was being caused. But all he could do was stand there, thrashing about as she did, hopefully enabling himself to be released. He pulled, hopeing her fangs would slide off his now crimson coverd mug.

The huntress released abit, just enough to allow herself to get a better grip. She lundges again, jaws snapping where she would hopefully be even closer to her lifeline. If this persisted furhter she may have to make a barger for her brothers sack. She may wish to be the death of him someday, but for now he was her sibling.

Magick

The fae stirred slightly, letting a small groan fall from her jaws. Her side ached, and her vision was blurred from the fall. Her auds picked up only snarls, though forms were simply just blurs. She attempted to lift her dial, only succeding in the slughtest.

Becca

Becca yelped and let go of the brutes maw leaping back as the faes fangs peirced through her skin. The jerky movement may have caused some skin and fur to rip off but she ignored that pain for now.

"You've got a few chickns just take them and go."

Tehy had enough chickens to feed them both and becca was already rearing up for another attack worse then the last one.

Rihanne

Seeing that the third wolf was awakening, the small dog leapt for her throat in her dazed state, grabbing hold of something and locking down her jaws with the strength of the pit.

Magick

The huntress was regaining her sences, and not a moment too soon. A form aimed for her, and she leapt, feeling fangs penatrate her tail. She growls, bod lifting off the earth as quick as she was able to. She was still disoriented, but she would survive this. Her side ached, oh how it did, but she would have to return somewhere quiet to heal her wounds. With a rather jerky start, the afe heads off, away from the fighting, to heal naturaly for a good while.

Rihanne

She echoed the hybrid. "You heard the lady. The dead chickens are no good to our masters. Take them and go. Let no more blood be spilled this day. I know that you must eat. Take the dead ones and go. The seven should fil your bellies." And she waited for their reply.

Skittles, Whisper

The brute shok his dial as he was released, lightly openng it to check for any broken bones. Luckly it was a flesh wound and it hadn't gone to his bone. At the dogs words his hair raised a bit, but his sisters actions brought him to a less rash approach.

Whisper released the fae, leaping to her brother, looking to him a momeent befor finally hearing the dogs. She hated to admit it, but mayeb they shouldn't fight. Not just yet. So swiftly the lady enterd the coop, pushing past the live creatures and grabbing about 2 chickens by their necks. She pulled the dead creatures out, looking to her brother and motioning to him it was time to leave.

Skittles was dumbfounded. His sister, the hard fae he had grown to accept was now... nice? Or at least not so vicious. It was a scary thought but he quickly retuned to the coop as well, to take hold of a single chicken, his mug sore enough from the bite wounds to open much further. He then proceeded out, following his sister.

Rihanne

Watching the wolves to make sure they were gone, the little pit turned to the injured female. She had a little bit of a funny accent and some of her words were peculiar, but she did her best. "Are you hale, friend? They did not injure you badly?" Concern showed in her soft eyes, and she wagged her stump of tail uncertainly.

Becca

Becca could finally let herself rest. Her back was hurting since it had come so close to breaking. Her whole nape hurt. Bite makrs let her coat become matted with blood some of it still flowing. She lowered herself to the ground. Right now she wanted to get rid of this pain. She didn't answer Rihanne and instead closed her eyes.

Rihanne

The little hybrid settled down beside the other female, tenatively licking at her wounds to clear them of the blood, doing her best to help her ally in combat. Other than a slight limp in her forepaw and the piece of bleeding tail, she herself was fine, and dedicated herself to cleaning the wounds of the other, and guarding against another attack while her companion rested.