Nightshade

Nightshade had a great sense of pride in her pack. They were her flesh, her blood, the machine that kept her going through the storms and flames. She always wanted the best for them. She wanted to give them the support they fought so hard to give her.
War was brewing on the horizon of time. Another battle would break out; a pointless battle that nobody could win. The loser always thinks they've won, even when it's their head on the guillotine. Nightshade didn't want this war, but without it, more innocent lives would be taken by the devil's sister. But she wanted no death; no death besides Saydin's death. Her father was murdered right before her golden eyes. Every drop of blood intensifies the pain. Nightshade could have saved her father. She could have jumped in and slaughtered Saydin. That little mutt was less than half the size of her. Now she wished she had torn Saydin's head off and left her brain and her cold, cold heart for the starving vultures. Nightshade loped slowly through the deep green grass. She needed some time alone. Some time away from her pack to just think. What should she do about the war? Is it necessary or just a big mistake on her part? What happens next?

Nightshade
We're all so proud and we're all so vain, but sooner or later, we're all going to have to hail to the thief.

Nightshade - Female – Coywolf

Crucifix

I was strong like my father and I believed my father to want to rule this whole entire valley. Of course that was entirely wrong but I wouldn't let anyone make me believe that. No to me my father Kalaber wanted to rule this valley and that is what I planned to do, killing any I needed to kill and enslaving those I can to do my biding. Okay so I had my nephew Doteni to watch out for. I could take that pathetic weasel any day.

I was on my own today and walking through some tall grass when I hit a scent familiar but not. I couldn't put it to who I was now thinking of really. I stopped and raised my head above the grass and sat down watching the Coywolf closely. I was allies with Saydin but I was sure this one wasn't with her. Well well look at who we have here... I spoke so she could just hear me. I wasn't really sure where i'd like this to go but we shall see.

Nightshade

Nightshade remained deep in thought. Everybody died sometime. It was only natural. But some die sooner than others, and Nightshade had to ask herself, 'is this a just death wrongful death?' Aurinka's death was too soon and it was unjust. She had done nothing wrong besides, in the eyes of her enemy, being born. Kahvi's death, however, was the most cruel and unfair death Nightshade had ever heard of. Kahvi loved Saydin, but Saydin didn't love Kahvi. Her solution was to kill him. Nightshade longed for the day that she ripped into Saydin's throat, bringing the bitch to her knees and begging for death. Just begging for Kahvi's first daughter to avenge her father.
It was all in the past. Nightshade couldn't bring her father back, but she could toss Saydin into the past, leaving a trail of blood to be seen in the future. 'I killed this pathetic coward so your sons and daughters could live the life my father wanted to give me. I just saved your lives.' Saydin's death would definitely leave an impact on the valley. Nightshade's death would too. Fate didn't decide who wins, though; muscles, claws and teeth decides who wins.
These thoughts were pushed out of her mind when a familiar scent caught her attention. She spun around to see the one she'd rather not see right now. "Crucifix..." It was said in a dark, icy, cynical voice, one that could send shivers down the spines of even the strongest. Nightshade almost dwarfed the smaller canine. She felt that she could easily take him on. "Normally I'd tell you to go away before I kill you and leave you for the cannibals, but it has to end sometime." Her message was clear. One-on-one, right here, right now. A fight to the death or a fight to surrender and submission - whichever came first. It ends tonight.

Crucifix

I stood there watching her carefully. My ears fully on her now. Oh so she wanted to fight one on one now? He licked his lips. She may be bigger but bigger didn't always mean they would be the winner. If you so shall wish it Nightshade! Bring it! He growled as he now began to circle her. His head low and his teeth bared. His eyes never leaving her. She wanted a fight so she would get a fight and Crucfix wouldn't be the one to loose. Or so he thought. His legs began to pick up speed as he now pivoted his body towards her and he lunged for her aiming to get her right shoulder.

Nightshade

Nightshade dug her claws into the ground to brace herself, and if the ground could bleed, it would be dying of blood loss. She was determined to win this fight. Determined not to die. At Crucifix's request to 'bring it,' she did just that. With no warning at all, she dodged to the side of the smaller wolf. She lunged at his abdomen or side, hoping to grab hold or at least tear into him. Yes, this would be a fight to remember.

Crucifix

He growled as she now came at him. He shoved his hind end to the side and attempted to meet her jaws with his own. He then reared up on his hind legs and attempted to wrap them slightly around her in like a hug but it was a fighting hug. He growled as he snapped at her where ever he could. He was determined to atleast show her he wasn't weak and that he was top dog here.

Nightshade

Nightshade was the boss. She took control over dangerous situations with a cynical view and a deadpan face. Nothing would stop her, she thought. Nothing. Nobody. Usually nobody was dumb enough to take her on - the coywolf with blood from all three of the major figures in the Valley: Vicious, Tahti and Windsong. She had the strength and size of her great-grandfather Vicious, the intellect and mentality of her great-grandmother Tahti, as well as the bravery and surprising capacity for love and mercy from her grandfather Windsong. Nightshade was born from legends, and so she shall be a legend. Quickly dodging in the way only a coyote could, Nightshade thought fast and ducked down, though Crucifix's teeth grazed her scruff and drew some blood. Fortunately for her, Crucifix was likely to get a mouth full of fur from the coywolf's shedding coat. Nightshade then lunged at Crucifix's throat as he tried to attack, hopefully grabbing hold or just causing some damage. She was a legend. Legends don't just die. The humans were already after her for her impressive bounty, but so far, she hasn't gone down.

Crucifix

I had my fathers strength and my mothers agile body. I looked exactly like my father except smaller. I spat out and caughed on the fur and I moved to the side and felt teeth sink into my shoulder and I snarled and tilted my head to side and attempted to sink my own fangs into her upper back. I shoved forward trying to throw her off balance some what even though she was heavier I was determined and had adrenalin running through him.

Nightshade

Being a very large canine, it was hard to shake Nightshade off. She was a huge beast, the perfect killer. The monster under the bed and the demon in the closet. She was a warrior.
She tasted blood. The iron-like taste filled her mouth and drove her to try to rip and tear at Crucifix's flesh to draw more blood. When she felt teeth in her upper back and her opponent trying to knock her off balance, she brought her arm up, attempted to wrap it around the back of the smaller wolf's neck, and with a quick, sharp movement, she tried to bring Crucifix down to the ground. Of course, she'd have a nasty gash on her back, but that seemed trivial right now.

Crucifix

He growled at her as he felt her leg go up and over and he felt her trying to bring him to the ground. He snarled as he shoved back against her pressure which was the only way to keep himself standing less he would fall to the ground. He kept this up for a bit but then fell to the ground but made to keep his grip on her back all the same. Then he would release her and snap for her leg or under side and he would also aim for her face. He shoved forward as best as he could.

Nightshade

Nightshade was sure she'd win this fight. She was strong and she was stubborn. She never gave up; that would disgrace her family, all the way up to Tahti and Windsong. If she died, so be it. At least she'd die with honor.
She never let go of Crucifix's shoulder, and tightened her grip when he went down. But when her opponent went for her underside, she quickly snapped at his neck in the small time it was exposed. Not to kill yet, no. She had other plans. She would take him prisoner. If his pack wanted him back, they'd have to...negotiate.

Crucifix

Crucifix had no clue of her little plan not being a mind reader. He snarled as he felt her grab his neck. He could tell it wasn't in a killing position so he shoved back and used his paws to try and scratch at her face.

Nightshade

Having shed most of her winter coat, the cross-shaped scar was visible by her eye where a human she was hunting used a hot fire poker. That was the only mark on the dark wolf; it distinguished her from all the other black wolves.
With her attack successful, Nightshade kept a firm but not deadly grip on Crucifix's neck. However, she took quite a few scratches to her face.

Crucifix & Psychotic

Crucifix still had plenty of energy to fight, however he wasn't stupid and knew when a fight was loss. You can't wing all fights he knew this so he decided to just lay there panting growling in his throat now but nothing more. He would of kept fighting if her intention was to kill, however she could of just ended it by biting down completely and severing either his wind pipe or puncturing the juglar. So he knew her intentions were different. What he wasn't sure. It was to either let him go and for her to claim the victory of this fight or to take him hostage. Sadly he believe the latter is the one for she would probably of killed him rather then let him go. His pack after all was one of the largest and needed its leader to stay calm and collected and Crucifixx wasn't sure if his son was up to taking over just yet.

Psychotic Nights twin sister finally found them. Her hackles raised even though she could tell her sister was the winner. She rubbed up against her sister. Picked a fight with the wrong person did you crucifix? She mocked quiet an evil grin on her face.

Tison; Alik; Alayla

Tison followed after his aunt, making sure his younger siblings were staying close to him and his litter mates. A look was given to Sturmgewehr to make sure he was okay. The sight of all the dead wolves had hit him too, but he had kept it in for he felt he needed to be calm for his siblings. At the sight of the two fighting wolves, he almost rushed in to help, but he too saw that the male had given up. As he approached he raised a fang at Crucifix to warn him not to try anything with his family. He looked to his mother wondering what they would do with the enemy.

Alayla followed after her aunt toward her mother. "Mom are you okay?" Her little voice scared. After seeing all those dead wolves, she felt like her world was a horror, and if her mother wasn't alright she would feel like her world would be destroyed. She attempted to nuzzle her mother, seeking comfort, fear coming off her like a sweet perfume.

Alik approached his mother, but stood back watching his aunt and sister. He pretty much ignored Crucifix, simply looking at his mother in shock. He didn't think he'd ever be the same after seeing all that death. In honesty he was in fear too, but he was showing it through shock, now in very low whimpers like his sister. He sat down wondering if everything would ever be back to normal again.

Nightshade

Nightshade reached a paw up to put it on Crucifix's chest for extra control over the smaller wolf. She didn't dare open her mouth to talk, though, as doing so would take most of her grip off of her opponent's throat. Instead, she looked at Psychotic, nodding for her to come help take the beast back to the den. Her gaze then shifted to Alayla. Again, she said nothing, but she nodded to her daughter to confirm that she was indeed okay.

Sturmgewehr followed his family with wide, terrified eyes. So much death, so much blood... He tried not to be weak, but he was. He was scared. Too scared to cry.
Aykay walked close to her frightened brother and her other siblings. She didn't get to close to her mother, though, since Crucifix was right there. Even though he was restrained, he might still be able to do some damage.
Shiv and Sniper followed Psychotic closely. Upon seeing Crucifix on the ground with their mother's jaws around his throat, Shiv just stared. "Holy..." He refrained from using swear words, as there were young ears here. "What are we doing with that...that...thing?" As always, he wasn't too sure about this.

Crucifix & Psychotic

Crucifix growled his teeth bared but he refrained from moving or striking out. His tail flicked and then snarled out as teeth bit it then let go. He glared at psychotic but did nothing.

Psy bit his tail then came up on his side.Come quietly you piece of trashShe growled at him. No need for them to drag him back with her and her sister on both sides of the bastard. Her tail flicked and she nodded to her sis.