Blazed

Long after the sun set, the tundra animals regrouped and packed into their territory for a long nights rest. Yet one hulking figure was unrelentingly propelling itself deeper into the cadre, his asset of tundra soil. Smaller animals that had taken residence after his leave scurried out of his path, leaving to thrive elsewhere, not to be made a midnight snack. Blazed, however, did naught but snap his jaws as a forewarning. He did not have time for a small morsel before he issued his call. It was quite often like this. His packlands could not remain untouchable without him and now some more new blood tried to seize his canyon. He had little worries though. He scented Heero, and was pleased to know he was close by. And only lord knows where Vindari, Cav, Aleron, Rouge, Vatani, and Artemis are. Vindari was sly and would have kept the others of the pack together during his leave.

The canyon had been in his family since his father's father was alpha, and for the third time in just a few months, he was going to fight for it. The aphotic male caught scent of new and foreign blood upon his return into the canyon. His lip quivered, shinning incisors peaking out from under the shaking skin. The brute who had claimed rule had brought in a mate and offspring.

The moonlight shimmered treacherously off his sinister pelt. Thick, sinewy muscles rippled like monstrous waves under his midnight coat as he went, a hard glint in his icy blue pools. Blazed's maw parted and sucked in a lung of glacial air. His pillars ceased to move abruptly and with a mighty thrust, he threw his dream box into the airspace above his large form, a mighty warning song erupting from an unfathomable depth within his rib cage. The call bounced of the canyon walls an infinite number of times and did not end until the alpha was sure his point was made. His voice soared up and down the scale of octaves and in spite of the wind; it did not fade and roll away with the wind. His lips formed a small, tight circle as he wrapped up his call and clamped his jaws shut with a sharp snap. He was challenging for his land. He wanted it back. Nothing more to say.

Blazed's tail and crown snapped up into a position of normal dominance while his entire hulk was prepped for the arrival of his newest foe. His locked his limbs and shoulders and stood wholly immobile. His near white orbs of azul washed over the canyon searching for the brute that had called his land within in the scruffy, dead bushes backed by the copper tones of the canyon wall. The river rushed to his three and the sounds of the nautical amphibians did not distract him. He filtered out the sounds that were a normalcy for him and listened only to the strange clamors not native to his beloved gorge.

Minutes had passed while Blazed was still in deep thought and his trail of mental notes led his back to his right hand man, Heero. Would he be able to join him in time for a show of strength? And what of his sister and his young? They were hunting when he had last checked. Surely she would have noted the newcomer and fought, for this was as much as her lands as it was his. It was you might call a family heirloom that only expanded day in and day out. A second, less harsh call rushed out his parted maws and raised cranium. The searching and soulful song reached out to his sister, offspring, and compadre, Heero.

His absence and inability to reclaim right away had made whatls-his-nam's claim valid, but he was here to challenge for it back. Blazed might be forgiving and let his stay as a subordinate, but he knew those who claimed alpha could not tolerate being of lower rank unless they were very tolerant. He knew, if he were in the brute's position and chose to stay, you could be your life he'd be scheming and trying to undermine authority to get his way again. He had to be generous though. Young lives were beginning, and although Blazed's kin had grown under theses same circumstances, such problems were customary when you were the descendent of Danger. Old enemies came back to haunt now and then.

Yet Blazed was feeling generous and therefore would give the male a tops of two days clear out or he'd better run because Blazed would have his head. Or, if the caliph so wished, he might approach to negotiate, or, if worse came to worse, exchange blows. The alpha knew this was not the way to make long lasting friends, only quick enemies, but he was on edge so much about political stances of other packs and he would be fine about standing alone and keeping to his views. He knew his pack would support him.

Fire your guns
It's time to roll
Blow me away
(I will stay, unless I may)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

| artemis

the huntress' auds flew to an erect position when the challenge of her leader hit the frigid air. in a flash, she was up and moving. her limbs carried her lithe form over the icing ground in effortless pulls while her amber pool gazed around her. she had been with cavalier earlier that day, but the young adult, not much younger than herself, was much more mischievous than she and had went off the explore.

the heavens above watched her porcelain bodice, almost invisible, literally fly across the territory in awe. artemis, although she was accepted by blazed, still felt the need to prove herself worthy. she lifted her crown and a high pitched call, one that could touch no human ear, joined her alpha's. the vigorous challenge he had put in place opted her to move quicker.

it was not that long before she reached the location of blazed. all that remained in between was a tall snowy bluff. she slowed down to a walk and topped the bluff. her amber orbs peered down. blazed was still alone. soon the land could be his again. she let out a soft bark that alerted her leader of her arrival and why she would stay up on the bluff for some time.

Naraku, Sesshoumaru, Kanna, Bokura

Naraku saw the wolves come into his land, he snarled,

Who do you think you are, coming into my terra! Be gone if you value your lives! There is no sent on this land of you! Be Gone!]
Naraku growled, baring his fangs, his pelt stanging on end.

The pup wandered into the land, and saw this father angered. The pup barked,
[Who are you? This is our land!]
The pup was Sesshoumaru, Naraku's son, though not the heir.

Sesshoumaru's brother, and the heir to the pack, Bokura, saw the two, and ran beside his father, snarling,
[My brother, father and I will kill you if you don't leave!]

Kanna saw not a talkative one, her body language said her words. She snarled visiousely at the intuders. This was her new home, and she had not been here long, but this was the first home she had, she would defendend it with her life. She let out a growl, her pelt also standing on end. She was visiouse when she needed to be, like any wolf or dog, though she could take 10 at once, unlike anyother dog or wolf.

Vindari

The demoness exploded onto the scene a bit after her brother had called out his pack, if everyone was still here. Her auds flipped back tightly against her skull, her amber orbs scrutinizing the ones whom Blazed was challenging for his lands. "Cavalier, Rouge, Aleron, and Vatani are on their way. I know not where Heero is, but I scented him not too far back." She murmured quietly as she came to a halt beside her brother. Ivories are bared as she lifts her head to a height just below her brothers, clearly stating her appointed dominance. If these new wolves would search long enough, they would not be able to miss the unmistakable scent of Blazed and his pack. It took quite a while and a lot of cover up to mask the markings their pack had created. In fact, their borders would be wreaking Blazed's scent, but these newcomers obviously did not scour the land well enough to find the evidence. Only Blazed and his pack knew the canyon like a newborn pup knew its mother. Vindari snarled viscously and snapped her jaws as forewarning. She fought the urge to laugh. These children were still pups, and she would bet her life that had not met a seasoned fighter like herself, Blazed, and the rest of the pack. She and Blazed, they were the pride of their father's offspring. This little family here was new to the Valley in general, or else they would have known of Danger and his kin. "Be gone or you'll kill us all? Ha. How old are you pups?" Her tone was bitter and dripped with malice. What experience had these young ones had of fighting? Yes, they may know mock battle, but that will not save your hide from Blazed and Vindari. The raja threw her head back and summoned the four new adults of the pack to come. They would be able to prove themselves.

d a n g e r

oh my darling,
oh my darling,
oh my darling clementine.
you are lost and gone forever,
oh my darling clementine.

The captain seemed to appear out of nowhere as he dropped down onto his stomach, beside Artemis. He and Artemis were upwind and out of scent range, so there was no way they could be detected now. And with her snow-white coat blending with the snow and his ebonite shadow that was but a wisp of darkness in the dead of this night, there was no way possible that either of them could be spotted. "We are not to move until Blazed is attacked." He stated simply, his twin peaks rotating on the top of his brainpan, absorbing words exchanged.

A small smirk adorned his rough features, his icy blue pools glinting in the little light the stars offered. It had been long since he had fought with his son and his pack, and he was looking forward to it. The battle scars and torn left ear were remnants of fights he had enjoyed. Danger was psychotic and prone to violent overreactions, yet they proved well in the heat of the battle. Bloodlust was what he called it. It ran in every one of his kin; his parents, bothers, sisters, sons, daughters, and now his grandchildren. He was wary of it, but proud nonetheless, of their 'curse'.

oh my darling,
oh my darling,
oh my darling clementine.
you are lost and gone forever,
oh my darling clementine.

Naraku, Kanna, Bokura, Sesshoumaru

The four growled, this was thier home, and they would not give it up without a fight. Bokura, and Sesshoumaru were still young, but they were fierce. Naraku and Kanna, fully grown, lots of experiance, and great fighters. None of them was happy about the intruders. Their growls, and snarles grew louder, thier snapping becoming more frequent.
[This is your last chance to walk out alive! Leave if you value your lives!]
Naraku snarled angerly, he let out a loud howl for his mate, Eventine. She would join to defend their terra sooner or later.

Blazed

As a slight quail of wind picked up the lighter furs on his tai as his entire form dropped a few inches closer to the ground when he met opposition. Not in submission though, just in preparation. His auds rotated atop his skull once more. He could have sworn he'd heard something approach. The ebonite brute filtered the normal sounds of the canyon and when he heard nothing else, he dropped most suspicion.

As the new holders of the canyon spoke, he mused silently to himself. Three had shown, making it an even match up. And a hint of surprise etched the former alpha's features when so many whom he'd though lost to his world, arrived. It heartened him to know he still had loyalties, even if he was not around that often. Now, the only ones that remained unseen were his four children, Heero, and his father (little did he know Danger was within good distance). Nevertheless, Blazed did not let his mind wander too far, no, not for one more second. You see, the matter at hand demanded more attention, as did all challenges, and he wanted to keep his fullest on the four before him.

Last warning, eh? The monstrous artic wolf did not budge. He would fight, oh yes he would. It had been so long since he had sunk his teeth into a good fight; it fired him up to know one was so close. But then again, he did not miss fighting. It put so many in danger of fatalities. Blazed knew that even if he enforced it, his pack would help.

A steely gaze fixed itself firmly on the alpha as he called for what seemed to be his mate. Just to spite the new alpha, Blazed threw back his crown and put forth a howl a good deal deeper and more forceful than the others. And much to his surprise, a second deep song joined his own, adding to the ferocity and mocking Blazed was putting forth.

Well, that was enough for now. Blazed wrapped up his sing song deride to glance at the new arrival.

Fire your guns
It's time to roll
Blow me away
(I will stay, unless I may)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

The black male had bolted the second he had heard his father's urgent call. He had left the others behind to explore and luckily for him, his journeying led his right to his pack. When his thickly coated form came into plain sight, he slowed his pace and his aqua lanterns, a genetic mutation common to his bloodlines, gazed around slowly. A sharp smirk was planted on his maw when he came even closer. Then the opposing alpha called for someone else and his father joined in just for the shot to mock. How could he resist? Almost somewhat childishly, the new adult tossed back his brainpan and let fly his own call to match Blazed's. What fun, eh?

Blazed's oldest ended his mockery song quickly and planted himself firmly beside his father. He scrutinized the younglings slowly and carefully. He remembered that age. It was around then his dam disappeared. It was around then that Blazed almost went insane. But we'll save that story for another time.

Aleron, Vatani, and Rouge should be here any moment, father

The statement was very formal and loud, as if trying to show they could be outnumbered. Well, Blazed's pack could pull a lot of numbers out nothing. There were always the Green Haven friends, and of course the Alley pack, and those two rouges Vatani had a wonderful time traveling with. So you see, you were getting into a whole bucket of trouble here. It didn't have to be fair, not unless Blazed wanted it to be.

Cavalier dropped his hulking form, one just like his father's, near to the ground, as his sharp dentals flashed into view. It was like one of those old fashion showdowns from western movies. All that was needed was the local saloon and a tumbleweed or two.

Naraku

Naraku snarled visiouly,
[Fine, a fight for the land! The looser pack is banished forever from the grounds!]
The others barked in agreement, this would be settled soon.

Naraku

Naraku growled at hils pack...telling them to stay back. Kanna whined, but backed away. Naraku growled at Blaze, and cirlced him, snarling, snapping at the air, he was ready. She lunged at Blaze, his powerful jaws snapping at his stilts, he would win if he could break one.

Blazed

Well, it's about time we got this sorted. But, tell me, have you heard the tales of my destruction? The chaos, bloodshed, marred victims I leave in my wake? No, I don't believe you have. Otherwise, you would have rethought this poor decision and submitted while you still had the chance. But fear not, justice shall be served. The naive shall be screwed over, the wealthy given their dues. Such as was in the days of old, the days when my birthing was construed. I am of an unholy bloodline, the poor betting of your lord savior, against my sadistic creator. I was the thing that should never have happened. I am the thing that dwells in your closet, feasts on your soul at night, what keeps you shivering under your blankets. Your blankets won't protect you know, child.
Blazed stood watching his opponent's futile exhibit. Yes, my son, ware yourself down, spend your energy before you even have a chance to test your luck with the devil. It's ill advised to make a bet with me, but you seemingly have done so, regardless. The captain did naught but follow Naraku's progress with his baby blues, determination playing across his features. A glance was sent towards his loyalties. It clearly read, 'this is my fight, leave me be' and each obeyed, unlike Naraku's pack, none of his family or friends offered protest. Just goes to show how much respect, trust, and understanding you have of your leader.
Inexpressive optics settle on the bloke who opposed him, thorns invisible to the eye, as they lay against his skull. A low rumble exerts from a moderately parted maw, steam producing from those orifices once it reaches the frigid air around them, as the bulk of the massive gargoyle settles a short distance from his parading challenger. Such belligerence was present in his position it was frightening. He should have come with his own caution tag. Warning: Item prone to violent fits when provoked But, if you must try your hands in fate, be my guest.
Blazed lifted quickly off his fore limbs, Naraku's incisors leaving multiple slits in his skin halfway up the forelimb. But do not fear, your trivial attempt at snapping my leg was not a complete waste. No, Naraku managed to slice me in the sensitive spot between my claws AND twist it so a small pop could have been heard. It was noting major, but he wasn't going to lie, it hurt enough to really sour up Blazed's already dreadful mood. It would prove quite a hindrance, now that he would be favoring the injured paw. Not a great way to begin a fight, but this was certainly not the end. To retaliate, Blazed, still reared on his strong rear legs, whirled around and lashed out with open jaws at the back Naraku's skull, you know, where the neck meets the head? And if he missed the neck, he'd be ready to snap his jaws shut around the other's hind limb as he passed. His jaws clamped shut with a snap, wishing he had aimed true.

Naraku

Naraku snarled at Blazed, he had done dammadge but not enough. He growled, which turned into a visiouse snarle.
She ducked just in time, although Blazed's jaws did clamp down on his rear stilt. He didn't whine, or take himself away from the fight to tend to himself, no, he was no coward. He stood firm, though blood leecked slowly down his stilt. He looked at his wound for a second, measusureing the dammadge, then shot a cold glair at the filth who was trying to steal his land. She snarled, and snapped at the air visioulsy at the air, but he remembered what his father had tolled him.
Naraku looked just above Blazed's head, and stopped snarling. Instead, he replaced his angered look, with one that looked quite board! Naraku let out a fake yawn, keeping his orbs locked on Blazed. He walked around him, pretending to lunge now and then. He walked with no limp, he was used to the pain of fighing, it was second nature to him to forget about pain.
Naraku kept his orbs locked onto Blazed's, his greatest strength was, after all, finding where his enemy would strike next. He looked at Blazed's orbs, and his world was silent.
He zoned out of his pack's growls, and barks, he couldn't hear Blaze's snarles, or growls. All he could hear, was his own breathing, Blazed's breathing, and the sound of their paws on the ground. A grin came upon Naraku's maw. He knew what to do, though he would have some fun with it. Naraku continued to walk, his face emotionless. His orbs only staring at Blazed's. He egave no clues to what he would do next.
He moved his orbs to Blazed's forleg, and lunged. He jumped over Blazed, and snapped his powerful jaws at his rear leg, weather Blazed dodged it or not, would be his dissition.

Blazed

A low, resounded rumble escaped forth from the demented caverns of the beast. You're going to play dumb with me? (Or maybe just dumb indifference.) Be my guest- I'm not easily tricked. Deception will not win you a fight with Blazed, so cut the crap. You'll only be wasting time. You'll be sniveling at my feet by the end of this battle, whimpering for the forgiveness and clemency you shall not find. The black demon was getting a sort of twisted amusement from this male. This self-proclaimed tough guy. Tcha. Wait a moment, experience you call it? I call that getting into too much trouble, but then again, I'm not much better. All through my childhood, I was fighting packs twice as large as mine. Blazed quelled the urge to laugh, especially when Naraku tried to fool him by looking over him. Audits of the beast had danced forward on top of his noble, dark crown. But now, they settle to their graves, atop their unreadable tombstones, dead to the world around. Tar pits, once emotionless and void, burn with a fury from hell itself. Hellhound stretched and his jowls drop apart, stained ivories now fully visible. Blazed did not move, therefore no footfalls were heard, and he did not snarl. He was above the distracting method. So, in fact, Naraku, you are just barely hearing his quiet breathing. Stealth was his talent; he did not need to breathe heavily until over exerted. And he had not even broken a sweat yet. Icy lanterns settle firmly on Naraku and his petty attempt at fooling him. And then he struck. Yes, that's right...come to me.

Intelligent pools regard his rival's approaching movements. What sheer disaster screams in every motion, every muscle twitch you make. Excuse me if I am wrong...but being of eight years...I know what is going to happen, don't underestimate me. I am just tapping into the peak of my prime. Feigning for my right front and such, I've seen it before. But I'll let you have your fun, and make a scuffle for my limbs. Entire bulk drops lower as his crania lifts back and jaws snap at your soft underside, allowing Naraku to clear his massive hulk.

And now it is time for me to play to my behavior of the knight of darkness. The Black retaliated half heartedly, finding his challenger's attacks a bit...how should I phrase this without hurting your tender, child like feelings...disappointing. It's a shame really. Here I was hoping for some fun. While this 'Majestic' nobleman was up over his head, striking out at his rear limbs, the demon swung powerful haunches around, jowls snapping wildly, looking for the tender flesh of underbellies that were exposed so foolishly. Silly, silly, boy, you should have rethought your position of this challenge before you got into this horrid mess. Your ignorance to the ways of wars is so apparent, why did you challenge a seasoned vet? Within a slip of the eye, and a series of harsh tugs, he yanks his now mangled limb from the beast's jaws. Many lines of ruby red blood erupt from many new fissures grazed upon his skin. He did naught but shake it off. So you've wounded two of my limbs, but you forget MY experience. That's what you wanted, that's what you'll receive. You seem to disregard the fact that my rear limbs have been torn up so much it is just a silly little itch to me now. Yeah, you got it, I can play tough guy, too . . .

Mass is rotated quickly and his regal visage is tucked to construct a barrier, if you will, about his jugular. Black silhouette slips from the confines of the other's attack range, full bodice facing his attackers, beckoning him to come forward again, rush in head long. Crown is given a savage jerk as a beckoning glance crosses his features, daring him to come and get him. A vicious smirk curved at his charred kissers, lips chapped, likes that of a chain smoker. A long breath is exhaled, vapor in the cold wind. Steam evaporated from his body, his flesh hot to his senses, the valor of battle, though a pathetic battle, sending adrenaline throughout his artic veins. Suddenly, while still favoring his mangled front limb from the first attack, he launches into a full out charge. Blazed wanted to provoke him. Jaws part and he ceases to move just before Naraku, snapping wildly at the other's face. Dentals seek out to puncture the weak skin of the face or maybe pop the sensitive film that covered Naraku's eyes.

Naraku

Naraku grinned, despite his injuries to his underside. Naraku had experience, though perhaps it wasn't enough. The brute showed no aggression on his face, nore pain. Blazed didn't seem to be faised by his injuries, and Naraku wasn't about to give up. He turned his face away from the snaps, but in turn, he bled from his side. He felt the fangs tear at his flesh, though it felt worse then it looked, no sound escaped him. He merely grinned, and started to snap at Blazed's newly close maw. He snapped his jaws, aiming for his upper snout. He snapped vigorously, a sense of dominance would make this fight more bearable.

Blazed

Dominance. What is it really? Textbook def.: n. 1. The condition or state of being dominant 2. Superior development of one side of the body. 3. The state that exists when one person or group has power over another. If you wanted to embody this noun, well, let's just say the ideal portrayal would not be you, Naraku. A true authoritarian being commands respect and devotion, and the aptitude to prove their status in battle. Would you like me to continue? That's right, I didn't think so. I was trying to get at the fact that Blazed would rather die than have some scrap of a wolf try to take over and steal his sense of supremacy.

When the black fiend had tagged Naraku's flesh with his tainted dentals, contentment did not settle in without due consideration. Blazed did not do flippancy, it did not suit him. He was thinker, sometimes, then fighter. Therefore, he was ready when Naraku pulled around and snapped around his facial area. Then Naraku grinned. What a fool. Only idiots grin when in battle. You have no reason, no grounds on which to do so at all, for at the moment, neither of us seems to be getting anywhere, least of all winning. My advice, dear Naraku, turn that grin upside down before I rip it off your face. A low rumble exerts from a moderately parted maw, steam producing from those orifices once it reaches the frigid air around them, as the bulk of the massive gargoyle settles a short distance from his contender.

The sides of his face and all the way up to his left ear were scrapped into and ruby liquid dripped thickly down the ebony monsters neck and stained the arid, iced up, and lifeless ground beneath his mass. With a rough shake of his cranium, he dispatched the majority of dripping blood. Blazed grimaced slightly and his mind roared with boiling frustration, and yet, Blazed would not let this boy get to him. Tar pits, once emotionless and void, burn with a fury from hell itself. Hellhound stretched tattered and torn wings [this is just fantastical embellishment, he does NOT have wings . . JFYI] upon his broad back, as jowls drop apart, a blood curdling snarl, sending flocks of air fowl that had settles in a hasty flee. Serpentine shakes outward, crown and entire bulk twisting around, and icy voids fall upon Naraku, malice making a brief appearance in their aqua depths. Suddenly, as quickly as Blazed was angered, all rage dissipates at an alarming rate. You see, he been quite close to falling victim to this blood lust his father had mentioned a while back and he was valiantly fighting the violent urges. That was what had gotten him so worked up. But he ceased all movement, counted to five, and he was able to regain his regal, cool and collected stature. Intelligent pools regard his rival's movements. What pure calamity cries in every move Naraku made, he was leaving himself open for attack.

And once again, I set down a plan and make my move. Our fight was nearing an end, for lack of better more valiant word, and he would not loose. The aphotic hued captain closed in and circled half way around his opponent, Naraku. His icy blue pools observed the other's stance and when the idea moment came, he closed in further and further until he was just out of Naraku's stationary reach. Without warning and in the blink of an eye, Blazed dropped closer to the ground and, carefully minding his mangled paw, charged Naraku, again. But this time, Blazed feigned left then right and left again, searching for an open shot. Blink a splatter of blood out of his eye, he cleared a position and struck. He maneuvered somewhat of a jump and just before he came back to the ground (no chance for Naraku to return the favor of slashing his undersides), poll aimed directly at the top of Naraku's neck. His jaws hoped to hold true the target that was the spot when the cranium met the neck. He had learned it was not a pleasant experience to be held likewise, but he only wanted a quick and snappy advantage to end this quarrel for HIS canyon once and for all. Naraku may be experienced, but he was only digging a deeper hole for which he was going to be pushed into. A clean fight was not what to be expected, clean fights were for pansies. The down right filthy and gory battles exuberated true qualities of a battle-seasoned wolf. Bloody m'es have more valor and glory to heir name. Wouldn't it some more appealing to say that you, Naraku, died in an epic fight in a valiant yet effortless attempt to keep Blazed form his due land? I should think so . . . Just remember who you're up against.

Naraku

Naraku ignored Blazed's ignorance, there was no chance he would give up a battle, especially one for the home he had rightfully called his own. Naraku ducked, and let the fool fly over him, almost missing him completely, almost.
Balzed's attack didn't go in vain, unfortunately for Naraku, he snapped upin his pelt, and tore out a great chunk of flesh. Naraku fell over, and was still. Worried barks, and whines escaped his comrades, Naraku gave them a grin, then was still, the last thing her herd before drifting off, was a sorrowful howl from Kanna. He heard voices around him, he opened his orbs, they couldn't focus. Naraku herd one voice say,
[It is not you time, you must go back to the realm of the living!]
Naraku closed his orbs, and opened them again, it was clear now, more than ever, what he should do. He got up, wobbly on his wounded legs, but he paid no mind. Barks of relief filled his towers, as he found his balance, and became steady on his paws. He was bleeding heavily from his wounds, but he paid no mind. He growled, and walked slowly over to Blazed, he knew Blazed was strong, so he had to step up his game. He once again, walked around Blazed, all the while keeping his orbs on him. One of his stilts gave way, he got up, orbs still locked on him. He was never going to give up, not until the day he really died. He stared, his orbs flaming with anger, though his body remained calm. His growl became louder, and louder, turning into a snarl. He leaped, and landed in front of Blazed, he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, she snapped viciously at his barrel, he was aiming right for his heart. His orbs darted back and forth between, where he was snapping, and and Blazed's orbs, he knew how to read his enemies, though this one was harder then most.

Naraku

Naraku pulled away, and almost fell to the ground. He limped away, then collapsed. Kanna, Bokura, and Sesshoumaru ran to his side. Kanna let out a wine, and nudged his side to get up. Naraku struggled to hi feet, though almost fell again, and leaned on Kanna for support.
[Bokura, get Naraku's other side!]
Bokura did as he was tolled, and they helped Naraku out of the land, with Sesshoumaru behind them. Sesshoumaru growled at Blazed,
[We will meet again, the pack were we will live next, and this one, will be enemies, be sure of that!]
The pup ran after his pack, and walked out.