Pistol picked up his feet as he walked, head held high with pride and authority. Behind him, walking on either side, were Bullet and Tiger. Bullets ebony pelt blended in with the shadows that surronded him, and he continued gazing around, looking for the alpha male. Tiger bounced uneasily on the other side, his gray hued fur shaking with excitment. But Pistol, hes the one you should be worried about. Cruel and powerhungry, Pistol is the most heartless and dangerouse creature you will ever meet.
Pistols own coat of fur was short and white, though parts of it was dyed red. You can imagine why. The white wolf had been in more battles then you could cound, and you want to know a secret? He never loses. Cruel eyes were locked ahead of him, seeming to laugh at the pathetic creatures that called this place their home. Not anymore. Pistol decided that this was his land, and no one could stop him. Lips curled back into a snarl as he caught the scent of the inhabitants, coming to a halt.
Are you sure about this?
Tiger asked as they stopped. Pistol wheeled around, snapping impossibly sharp fangs infront of Tigers face in warning. The gray wolf whimpered, tucking his tail between his legs and taking a step back. Satisfied, Pistol turned around again.
Yes, this will be the first place we conque.
He stated, lyrics cold and dripping with venom.
Pistol through back his massive head and released a challenging call for the alpha. Step forth and defend your lands, or hand them over.
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Pistol
Tiger
Bullet
He was not the alpha, not by a long-shot. But he was a loyal pack member, and he owned his dues and still felt that he needed to prove himself to Azul and Moon Spirit. On top of that... one particular she-wolf had caught his eyes, and Jais hoped to impress her by showing he was capable of defending the pack.
It was a good thought, but by the time the white wolf reached the scene where he heard the howl, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had come upwind of the trio, and didn't realize there were three here. He had only heard one voice. Wisely choosing to keep a respectable distance from the group, Jais bristled his hackles and pointed his tall ears up and forward in a threatening manner, "Three wolves is not enough to take on a pack as large as ours. I suggest pushing your weight around elsewhere."
Moon Spirit, alphess of the lands, moved with a silence that many would envy. As Jais passed her, she halted, not making her prescence known to even him. Slipping past them all, she slipped in and out of the brush, still moving with her deadly silence until she came up behind the trio. In a voice that would chill the blood of others, halt the wind, and freeze many in their tracks she said Outsiders are not welcome here. It was all the warning they would get. For many moons now, Azul had been missing and although the female was grieving, it would not stop her from her duties. She had lived without the male before, and she would do it again. You have one minute to explain why you are here. A dark threat, a silent promise. Moon Spirit was not one to play around with her prey, not like her son who treated outsiders as toys that could be carelessly casted aside at whim.
With the same silence as her mother, Kekechoi moved forth until she stood about four yards from Jais. The once solely good daughter had learned the hard way that not everyone was kind like her mother, but she had not known before the darkness that loomed inside of Moon Spirit, the same darkness that loomed inside of Aaka. When she spoke, it was like the wind carressing over their furs, her voice soft and gentle but firm. Unless you wish many to attack and kill you, please do stay. There were many that would back up the Sedge Creek Pack. The Shadow Lurkers, The Silver Glades Pack. Many others would come to their aid. It was just a howl away.... Black pelt shimmered as she shifted slightly, her two toned eyes watching the males calmly, as if she didn't care they were here but that defensive shift in her body told otherwise. She was ready and willing for a fight.
The three stood silently and at attention, though their leader, Pistol, seemed more relaxed and amused. He caught the scent of the male approaching, and then the lead female, but showed no indication of worry. He wasn't here to fight those two, they weren't even worth him wasting his breath. Instead, Pistol nodded to Tiger and Bullet. The large wolves stepped forward, snarling with bristled fur, waiting for the command.
Yes, I expect many to attack us. Its a shame what has become of the wolven race. Your pack is not brave enough to fight us alone, you must outnumber us to win. Don't deny it, you know its true. I won't waste a breath fighting either of you, I'm here to fight Azul for his land. A fair, one on one battle, me against him, winner take all. However, I'm sure my compainions would be happy to occupy you cowards.
Pistol said, his voice calm and taunting. He was right. This pack of wolves knew that they could not take on the three in a fair fight, so they decided to try and hopelessly outnumber them. Pistol released a snort, wishing that somewhere there were others wolf left that were not so jellyspined. Jerking his head forward, Pistol allowed a smirk to crawl over his lips. Tiger and Bullet exchanged a quick nod, muscles trembling with excitment.
Before either of the incompetent fighters could prepare, Tiger and Bullet attack. Gathering their powerful muscles beneath them, they each leapt at a different wolf. Tiger growled as he aimed his teeth for the soft skin around the other males neck, eyes alight with barley contained malace. Bullet, however, choose to go after the female. Giving a feral snarl, he tried to tackle her and pin her to the ground. A sharp pawswipe was sent to rake across her face, while Pistol watched the battles. He would wait for the leader to come, since it only seemed fit that leader fight leader. Now, where was the king of these cowards?
The two wolves were mirror images of one another. Both had fur darker then a starless night sky, both had eyes alight with eagerness to witness blood on the ground, both with a bloodthirsty need to see others in pain. Dark Moon was the first to see the five wolves, three of which she recognized. Giving her brother a nudge, she nodded towards them eagerly. Deadly Nightshade made a gruff noise, telling her to wait. He listened to Pistol speak, and couldn't fight the smirk that painted itself on his mug. Pistol was right, and he knew it as well. Had he been those other wolves, he would have been rather embarressed. Giving a nod, Nightshade moved forward with Moon moving swiftly as his side.
Nightshade moved smoothly his lean muscles and sure footing made quick work of the distance between them and the others. With intrest, he watched as Tiger and Bullet leapt at them. On a fair fight, Nightshade knew that they could take on anyone. Heck, maybe even two or three at a time. A small growl rumbled in his throat, as he approached Pistol, nodding his large head in greeting. Nightshade came around to Pistols other side, waiting beside the alabaster wolf for an order. No, Nightshade was not like the two who would follow any command given to him. He was his own master. But Pistol had organized this, and Nightshade assumed that he called the shots. However, Dark Moon would not allow anyone to tell her what she could and could not do.
For a moment, she stood still aside her brother, merely watching. Finally, she decided that she wanted some action to. Throwing her head back, Moon released an unearthly dark howl before baring a sharp row of pointed fangs at them. She decided to help Tiger out with the male wolf. She croutched for a moment, aiming a good spot to begin her attack, before launching herself into the air. Brandishing her teeth, she sought to land on the brutes back and dig her claws and teeth into his skin.
Eyes narrowed furiously at the words of their leader. He wanted to spit back some comment of his own, but held his tounge as he decided to let his alphess handle the talking here. Muscles tensed, flexing under his snowy pelt as he sized up the enemies, trying to judge their strength. And soon enough, Jais realized he was going to find out just how strong they were... Tiger was lunging his way.
With a raging snarl, Jais embraced the attack and plunged forward with a powerful spring of his hind limbs. It had been a good while since his last fight, though a the scar along the side of his neck was enough to remind him just how close to death his brother had brought him two years ago. Despite this, he was a strong and agile fighter, though he couldn't claim as many fights as this trio probably could.
Head lowered slightly to shield his throat, Jais swung his jaws down and to the side, trying to bring his fangs through the shoulder muscle of his enemy. At the same moment, a hot pain tore across the side of his neck, where his enemy's fangs had landed. Before Jais could realize that two more had appeared, Moon had launched her attack on him. A heavy weight bore down on his back, making his hind limbs buckle. The wolf's teeth fell into his back, bringing a sharp yelp from Jais...
Tiger felt their bodies collide in midair, gray and white bodies. Bones slamming against one another, muscles straining to overcome the other. Tiger felt a breif moment of triumph as his neck sank through the skin of the neck, and he felt warm blood gush into his mug. He began searching for the jugular vein to severe it and kill of Jais, but was suddenly stopped when he felt a hot wave of pain pass through his shoulder. Tiger released his hold on the wolfs neck to yelp, but did no more.
As Moon leapt onto his back, Tiger saw his chance to make another attack. For a moment, his vision trailed to his shoulder. It was bleeding, though not severly. The wolf had bite, that much was for sure. Unwavered, Tiger circled the two wolves, judging where to attack next. Finally, he charged, ears laying flat against his head so that they would not be shredded by his fangs. Snarling, he aimed to grip Jais' for-leg in his powerful jaws.
All the while, Pistol sat down and simply observed. The wolves could fight, he knew that. But they lived in a pack, whereas Pistol and his friends were rouges. Their life had been much more difficult, their battles not over food but for survival, had hardened them into seasoned warriors. No, it was not Pistols intention to kick every wolf out of the lands. The only one he would force to leave was the leader, and by right in the wild, Pistol could take his place.
Dark Moon felt herself land ontop of Jais, and she released a small bark for no reason in particular. Her sharp yellow teeth dug into his skin, drawing blood which poured over her own maw. She gripped the skin tightly before shaking her head, if only to make the bite more painful. From ontop of him, she had the advantage. Dark Moon attempted to dig her claws into his skin, if only to stay ontop of him. She lowered her maw to his ear, letting her breath trickle by his skin before snarling.
"Run now and we'll let you live."
She growled, the only chance that he would get to survive. When she got no immediate response, Moon dove her head forward to try and clamp one of his tender ears between her razor fangs, eager to once again taste his blood or drive him away.
Nightshade watched them, but made no move to join the fight. He felt relieved when Pistol did not command Moon to return, for he knew that she would refuse and that might just get them into trouble. He glanced around, looking for any other members of the pack, but none came. He turned back towards the fights with intrest. Unlike Moon, he did not want to kill neither Moon spirit nor Jias. He simple wanted to drive them away, or force them to surrender.
Scarecly aware that Tiger had backed off in wait for a better strike, Jais focused himself on the fae that had a grip on his back. He tried to buck up and thrash his body to knock her off, but only succeeded in tearing her fangs more into his flesh. Snapping his head around the best he could, Jais tried to reach a paw or leg and force her down. Whether he was good in getting his hit or not, Dark Moon snagged his ear. Just as he had shredded his brother's good ear, she now shredded his. Jais couldn't help but yelp again as crimson trickled down along the side of his head, seeping into his once brilliantly white pelage. "I will not abandon my pack!"
The pain caused Jais to shake his head, flinging droplets of blood this way and that, and releasing what hold - if any - he had gotten on the wolfess. Now Tiger came for his next assault, and Jais was lucky enough to spot him before the other grabbed his leg. Unable to really run or spring away, Jais did the only other thing he could think of; he rolled suddenly to his side, hoping that this would not only throw Dark Moon off, but prevent Tiger from geting his leg quite so quickly. To further help his cause, Jais aimed his teeth for Tiger's muzzle.
Dark Moon felt her fangs close around Jais' ear, shaking her head to inflict the most damage possible. However, she was not expecting his counter attack, and released her hold when his own teeth sank into her for-leg. Tearing herself free, she snarled and prepared to attack once more. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tiger charge in for the attack once more. Moon could feel Jias' weight shifting beneath her, and already knew what he was planning on doing. If she stayed on his back while he rolled, it would only get her pinned to the ground. Instead, she gathered herself up before leaping from his back.
In a split second, she knew that Jais had made a mistake. A small trickle of blood ran down her ebony leg, but she managed to ignore it. By rolling on his side, Jais had not only exposed his belly, but his throat as well. He would not be able to run or avoid an assult, and as his teeth snapped at Tiger, Moon got the distraction she needed. Releasing a savage growl, she leapt once more, aiming to sink her teeth into the skin of his tender underbelly. This attack would not last long, for she knew that his claws could carve up her face nicley if she stayed. As soon as she finished, Moon leapt out of his short range and growled, baring her red fangs at him. Some wolves just didn't know when to give up.
Moon circled the two fighting males, looking for a chance to jump in again. Another flash of pain traveled up her leg, but Dark Moon would not allow herself to succomb to the pain. No matter what, she would fight until her last breath. Deadly Nightshade cast her leg a worried look, but knew it was just a minor injury. Soon enough, the bleeding would stop and it would begin to scab over. He made no move to help her, knowing that she would refuse any assistance he tried to offer. As if proving that she was fine, Moon leapt again, claws outstretched like a cats and seeking to bury into Jais's side.
Moon Spirit didn't attack, but as the male came her way, she did lunge backwards and to the side. A soft bark was given to her daughter, and the black huntress leapt forth in front of her mother between the two. A dark snarl was given to Bullet, a warning. Suddenly, Kekechoi leapt forth, feinting for the males throat but at the last minute swept down to capture a leg to crush it.
Moon Spirit said in an imperious tone through all the snarls and raging Azul is not the lead here. I led before he, I chose him to lead by me. I rule. Her fur was bristled, a dark warning to Pistol and the other. She was ready for their attack, but still she made no move to call the others yet. None except....
Silvery hued and docile, Elena tended to stick to herself. The sounds of snarls and enraged wolven sent her flying across the terra to see the ruckus. When her eyes landed on the others, they lit up with blue fire. She lunged suddenly, the same moment Moon struck our at Jais, she leapt. She aimed for the females underbelly, going low and swift.
As Tiger missed his mark, he attempted to backtrack and get a good enough distance so he could attack again. Still, he could not completly avoid Jais's attack. He felt the wolfs jaws close on his mug, but before they could get a strong hold, he tore free. Small crimson drops fell into his nose and splattered the ground, but he made no sound to show the pain. Instead, he snarled, eyes blazing with hatred. He wanted to kill this white wolf. But not all at once. No, he needed her alive. He wanted to strip the flesh from his bones, to make him suffer. Face twisted in a snarl, teeth bared and throat rumbling, Tiger leapt again. Wether or not Elena hit Moon, Jais was still on the ground and vulnerable.
The black wolf dove forward, mouth agape and ready to tear into his flesh. Tiger aimed, once more, to grip Jais' leg inbetween his bone-crushing jaws.
Bullet stopped short as the daughter leapt infront of him, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a snarl. He paid no attention to the warnings, and held no fear for Moon Spirit. He wasn't afraid of any of these jelly-spines dogs. Bullet was easily larger then Moon's daughter, he could overpower her. Without giving a warning, he sprang. Claws outstretched, he seeked to tackle her and force her to the ground. No, it was not his intention to kill her, only hurt. Fangs were sent forth to grip the fae's skin and tear into it.
Pistol listened as Moon spoke, but only laughed. It was not a normal laugh, but rather a dark, bonechilling one.
I can tell you made a wise choice. Let us hope your fighting skills surpass your judgement.
He growled, tones cold and mocking. Pistol didn't care what she said, he was here to fight Azul. If he didn't show himself in time, then it would be a surrender on his part. One female cannot rule a pack, but Pistol doubted that she had the brains to know that. He rose from his sitting posistion, massive muscles flexing under a colorless coat. Dark pools were alight with a deep hatred, though he hatred almost every thing that moved. Mouth curved into a snarl and hackles raised, it was an unmistakable challange.
To the call of battle came three sets of paws, two sets of gray silver and one of creamy gray.
Karai, the famous fosterer of the valley, came forward on legs of wind. Her presence added so much more to this battle, for at her word three different packs and a spare dozen loners would come to the aid of Sedge Creek and the alphen there. She tucked her neck and leapt up high and fast to drag her fangs across Tiger's back before landing nimbly on the other side, settling a howl loose to the air. Backup would be on its way any moment. This vicious side to her was one only a select few had seen, and none of these wolves present were in that priveleged group. With a bristle and a snarl, she hopped forward to savage Tiger's face with a ferocity heretofore unseen in her calm and mothering visage. Wars and deaths had darkened and deepened her personality, and skill had come with it.
Elena's mate Zev was next to arrive, lumbering forward to ram the foolish brute who dared to oppose his love.
Kianga, Zev's older daughter came in behind, streaming silently into battle to slash at Bullet, using her small, lithe body to leap up and snap for his spine. She was not quite as small as her friend Keko, but she was light and quick. He would be hard pressed to catch her.