Rogue
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Rogue
Female
2.5 years
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99 Posts
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Post by Yona on Aug 29, 2019 17:59:00 GMT -8
"Well, I was going to surprise you with a shelter. I mean, I felt bad that we could be sleeping out in the rain, so I decided to find some cover for you." Yona looked at the young wolf, warmed by his care. "Thank you," she said kindly, her smile lit up like the golden sun. She returned his warmth in her tone and eyes, communicating that she was grateful for his thoughtfulness. She watched fondly as the teen secured some prey, then laid it at her paws. She nodded in acknowledgment to his words and watched as he nosed around for a suitable den, her tail wagging contentedly. "Here, take my mouse, and stand back," he told her. She obeyed and carried the prey closer to the den before proceeding to bury it beneath the earth, intending to mask its scent so it could be saved for later. She looked over at him to see an excited expression. "You can come in," he said . "I need to rest, and then we can go find Cersiren.""Ok, take as long as you need," Yona said. She moved forward to join him and nestled by his side in the small yet cozy den. She sighed, enjoying the moment, and would have drifted off to sleep if it weren't for the sunlight filtering through the trees and the bird songs. Suddenly, a yelp caught her attention. She looked towards the sound, her ears perked forward and her mind alert. She watched as an injured beauty hobbled out from the thick brush, and immediately rose to aid the newcomer. “Hello? Is there anyone here who could help me?” she cried. As Yona trotted towards her, she yelped in response. The maned wolf's whine elicited a similar response from the fae. “I’ve been attacked and I’m looking for a place to stay. My legs badly injured,” she whined. Yona whimpered in response, sympathizing with the injured female. She bent down and licked the wound, acting with the knowledge that her saliva had healing properties. "Sorry I can't do much," she said in an apologetic tone between licks. When she finished cleaning the bite mark, she looked up to meet an aquamarine gaze. "It's a good thing you found me! It must've been hard to be all alone and injured. But don't worry, with some rest it'll get better, I promise!" She made sure to leave out the words 'I think,' as she had no desire to lower the maned wolf's hopes. She was tempted to ask what had happened but figured that could come for later, once the maned wolf had gotten some rest. Yona was happy to give up her spot in the den if needed; she could always cuddle up with Raja and Cersiren instead. "I'd help more if I could, but I'm afraid I'm no healer. I've heard somewhere that burdock root could help if we can find some... Oh!" An idea sparked in her mind, and she turned her back, quickly scurrying to the den to dig up the mouse. She brought it over to set it down at the maned wolf's paws, her tail wagging proudly. "This might help!" she said excitedly. "Maybe some food will make you feel better." She suppressed a grin, managing to hide her pride with only a small flick of her ear. *If fate would have it that she be attacked when her back was turned, she would quickly get her guard back up. Even so, she would be a second too late to react to the assault and would struggle to dodge or strike back in time.
OOC: I hope you like it! I think it's ok at least xD @raja Mercenary Yvaine Apprentice Mutt Assassin Crimson @cersiren
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 19:09:25 GMT -8
Raja jumped to his feet at the sight of a new wolf. Fear sparked in his chest, who was this? He soon realized she was injured by her cries. Raja hung back as Yona fussed over the new female. He felt slightly protective over her, his eyes darted back and forth between the two. Raja realized his tail was tucked, and forced himself to relax. He crept out of the den, eyeing the wolf. Raja stared at Yona, hoping her attitude would wear off on him. After a while he felt more relaxed. He moved up next to Yona, peering at the wolf. Raja, even though he was young, had mastered the look of being intimidating. Most of the time he looked weird because the look didn't go well with his young frame. But Raja did it anyway, wanting to show the wolf he was boss. He met her eyes for a few seconds, before glancing at her injury. It was a bite wound, but didn't look to bad. Raja realized he hadn't talked at all. He coughed and the said, "So, how did you get injured?"Raja glanced at Yona, he was surprised to find himself looking for reassurance. Raja needed it, he was young, hadn't had experienced much. Raja was full of him self, but was starting to learn to be more humble. Crap forgot to tag- Mercenary Yvaine @cersiren Yona Apprentice Mutt Assassin Crimson |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2019 20:50:02 GMT -8
With the absence of her two companions, each growing second seemed to linger longer and longer, the air growing stale with tension and Cersiren's body growing rigid with suspicion. Sure, Yona should be capable enough to handle herself, but Cersiren could not help the growing feeling of the calm before the storm. Her eyes continued to furrow in concern as she waited for the two, but time was passing much slower for her than for the rest of the world and she felt it had been far too long. Getting to her paws slowly, wondering if she was worrying too much, the scents of a new presence in the area suddenly rushed over her in a dizzying wave. The female's heart had gone from steady thumps to rapid beats, and her throat had ran dry as if she had not drank water in days. This just felt wrong. Surely, she should be at Raja and Yona's sides to make sure they were alright. While this newcomer may be friendly, Cersiren couldn't know, and the scent of blood made her even queasier. Walking forward with her head low in suspicion, all her senses high-strung and on alert, Cersiren followed the two familiar scents, hearing the familiar lilt of Yona and the unfamiliar one of supposedly the stranger she had detected earlier asking for help, followed by Yona’s reply. She releases a long sigh as she gets closer, relieved that she will soon be at their side, pictures of scenarios running through her head nonstop. Although Cersiren would not be of any fighting use, it gave her some peace of mind simply to be there with them. ”Hello? Is there anyone here who could help me? I’ve been attacked and I’m looking for a place to stay. My leg’s badly injured,” faintly wafts the voice of the strange female. Cersiren listens intently for the tone of the female’s voice, but though she is further yet, she sounds genuine enough. Yona’s reply indicates that she has decided to help, as she apologizes for not being able to do much and gives an offering of food. Cersiren picks up her pace a bit, recognizing that she is nearly there. Thankfully, Raja and Yona had not gone far from where they started, making Cersiren’s anxiety from their distance not last so long. Cersiren was not an overly-suspicious wolf and her salutary and motherly history made her commonly open to strangers and helping others but it did not wean her off of caution, especially in these lands she was not from with these rogues and packs she did not know. Cersiren released all her breath she had been subconsciously holding in once Yona came into view, and Raja’s scent led Cersiren’s nostrils to a sort of hole in the ground next to the young one. Cersiren looks to the stranger female. The unfamiliar form was that of a maned wolf, a creature she had not seen in some time. Her back leg, as Cersiren had heard her mention when asking Yona for help, was injured. Her trained eye furrowed a bit as she looked at the injury, seeing that it should cause no permanent or major damage but perhaps this wolf had a low pain tolerance or simply was freaked out. Many a wolf who were not used to injury or spar tended to react more fearfully for injuries they did not know the consequences of. Cersiren’s curiosity made her wonder what situation she had been in to recieve only the one injury. It looked like a bite, perhaps just a warning one if she had been allowed to get away after the incident. Maybe she had crossed into someone else’s territory or had run into a rather unfriendly rogue. Raja himself had waken now. As she had expected, he seemed rustled up by the appearance of this new female. ”So, how did you get injured?” Raja inquires, straight to the point. Cersiren awaits the female’s reply, curious to know as well. ”Hi, Yona and Raja,” she says to her friends. She could not imagine his excitement at the prospect of a new wolf joining his pack/group. Her eyes look over to the stranger as she examined her leg again. ”Just came to check in. It was getting a little lonely back there,” she says with a small chuckle and joking tone. She does not want to come off rude or un[-accepting to the new female. Yona @raja Mercenary Yvaine Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt |
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Mortiul
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Mercenary
Female
4 Years
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Aug 30, 2019 21:59:08 GMT -8
Yvaine’s aquamarine eyes watched the two wolves that were there, her nostrils not daring to flare as the she-wolf got extremely close to Yvaine, licking her wound as if that was the magical solution to get rid of the open incision that Yvaine had made herself just moments before. Yvaine internally rolled her eyes. Saliva was nothing compared to herbs, and the intelligent she-wolf knew that. It was apparent that this she-wolf was not smart enough to know that, but Yvaine would bite back her comments, knowing that if she came off as harsh or critical that she would lose her position, and lose the advantage that she had put herself in. She could kill the male herself right then and there if she wanted to, and have Crimson capture the she-wolf. But she had brought Crimson out here to let him do the killing, to experience what a real assassin should be capable of. And she knew that he would not fail her if he wanted to continue what they had. She didn’t need a weak male in her life after all, but she was sure that Crimson was not at all weak. Instead, he was going to prove to be much stronger than she had anticipated. Even if their target was a young wolf, she would be assessing him on how well he performed, and how quickly he worked. For now however, she didn’t let her thoughts travel too much. This was a very delicate process, and she needed to get the young male into the right position before Crimson was able to come in and show her exactly what she had been training him to do. So instead of reacting as she normally would; she simply let the she-wolf do what she wanted. Playing innocent always gave them the false hope that she was nice and not a threat. That she wouldn’t hurt them if they offered her security and help. They had no reason to fear her; they thought she had a reason to fear them. Her gaze caught on the generous offer that the she-wolf gave, or lack of generous for that matter, but Yvaine let her seamless act pushed forward as she had to pretend to as if she was grateful that the she-wolf had offered her the pitiful meal that she had. “Thank you but I couldn’t take your food,” She spoke, tone sweet yet still strained as if she was in pain still. “It’s nice enough that you’ve paid me any mind,” She spoke, facade holding strong as she looked to the she-wolf that was almost bursting with pride. Over a mouse. Adramalech was going to love breaking this she-wolf. Yvaine was sure of it. She had not missed the male in the background, alert and his tail tucked between his legs. What a childish pup. She was glad that his life would shortly be ending before he could begin to wreak havoc on the world with his attitude. As soon as he had noticed that he was cowering, he switched his position, trying to look intimidating. His stance was completely off, trying to mimic that of an Alpha but instead coming off as an overly prideful Omega that was going to get his ass beat. Her thoughts were suppressed from bubbling to the surface, and instead she simply watched him, his question reaching her ears as she flicked them, turning her body a little to face him as she spoke. “It was terrible! I was being chased by a couple of wolves who thought I was trying to steal from them when I was simply passing through the area!” She said, looking towards her wound. “They got a hold of me and messed up my leg,” She stated, then looked as another she-wolf approached, one that she had not seen before now. Her brain immediately went into overdrive, fitting this she-wolf into her plans rather neatly. If they needed to kill her they would, but she would prefer to bang her head against a rock to knock her unconscious, the ground would work as well, but it would take two tries at least to knock her unconscious, depending on how strong the she-wolf was. And by the looks of her, she was not at all strong. If it went according to Yvaine’s plan, she would wake up to Yona and Raja gone, as well as Yvaine, and would probably be none the wiser on what happened. She would more than likely think that she had been abandoned after Yvaine’s attack, and would think that Yona and Raja had found somewhere safe to hide from Yvaine should they have to. Yvaine never liked leaving witnesses. But a devious plot came to mind as she looked at the she-wolf eyes growing wide as she did so. “You!” She screeched, scrambling to her paws and backing up as if she were scared of the white she-wolf. “You’re one of them!” She screamed, her voice carrying throughout the clearing. “Go away!” She screamed as she lunged forward, teeth planting themselves into the stranger’s scruff as she whipped her head down, slamming the she-wolf’s head into the ground, doing it once more so that she would be fully unconscious. As she let go of the she-wolf’s scruff, she turned towards the other two, a little blood dripping from Yvaine’s muzzle as she looked over each of them, terror more than likely present on their faces after seeing Cersiren take a beating rather quickly from the she-wolf that had - moments ago - be a meek stranger. Oh how they were wrong. Her little act fell as she watched them, aquamarine eyes studying each one. They would be too shocked to react at this point, only being able to stare as she looked for her pitch black companion who would know to approach at this time. The white she-wolf now lying unconscious on the ground was the signal that he needed to make things quick. “Playtime is over kiddos,” She growled, aquamarine locking with vermilion as the hulking black figure of Crimson came up from where he was hiding. Mutt would have stayed behind. There were no threats, not when the three of them were from the most threatening pack, and they wouldn’t let anything happen to the young male, especially not under Yvaine’s care. Although she knew there was no room for the weak in this world, she could tell when a wolf was weak, or when they had the will to fight; and Mutt had a fire burning in him that she admired. If it was kindled and cared for properly, it was flare into a large fire, one that couldn’t be stopped. If this mission was a success, and should Mutt prove to be helpful if they needed it; she would speak with Adramalech when they got back. Yvaine was considered one of the superiors of the pack, and if the Alpha’s attitude as she was leaving said anything, he was not pleased with his younger son. With that little window of opportunity, she could snatch Mutt from Aamon, and train him, should Adramalech agree. She kept her eyes on Crimson, nodding as he would take over from there, and her eyes locked with Yona. “I would have taken a minute to actually have looked at my leg little one,” She spoke, a smile on her face as she did so. “A bite wound like that? Anyone could heal from that. No help necessary,” She purred out, looking towards Yona. “You should really be more observant little dove. But now,” She pressed forward with every word, looking to Yona as she cackled. “You’re going to come with us. Whether you like it or not,” She spoke, a small amount of drool pooling in her mouth as she looked towards the she-wolf, a string falling as she snapped her jaws, wanting the she-wolf to run. She wanted a chase, she wanted to play cat and mouse for just a moment. Especially since Yvaine was being deprived the right to spilling blood for the sake of her subordinates training. Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt Yona @raja @cersiren - gained permission to ghost cersiren for the one hit KO |
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Rogue
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Rogue
Female
2.5 years
7 Likes
99 Posts
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Post by Yona on Aug 30, 2019 22:53:52 GMT -8
"Thank you, but I couldn’t take your food," the maned wolf spoke in a strained yet kind voice. "It’s nice enough that you’ve paid me any mind." Yona nodded, resisting the urge to insist. She didn't want to damage the wolf's pride, as she assumed that the newcomer wanted to act strong despite her injury. Yona's ears swiveled around, alerted by the sound of footsteps coming her way. She smelled a hint of fear and looked over at Raja as he came to stand at her side, noticing that his tail was tucked. She watched as he tried to put on an intimidating air, but failed cutely, as always. However, contrasting from her usual reaction, she was worried about him instead of feeling fond. She laid her tail over his back reassuringly and watched as he tried to fill the silence. "It was terrible!" the maned wolf cried, shifting slightly to face the teen. "I was being chased by a couple of wolves who thought I was trying to steal from them when I was simply passing through the area!" She said, looking towards her wound. "They got a hold of me and messed up my leg.""I'm sorry to hear it," Yona soothed, "but you managed to escape in the end!""Hi, Yona and Raja." A new voice joined their conversation. "Just came to check in. It was getting a little lonely back there.""Cersiren! We found a de--" Yona began to greet her, prancing in her friend's direction, but was cut off by an angry shout from the maned wolf. She reeled back and watched with a stunned expression as the supposedly injured wolf swiftly knocked the creamy fae unconscious. Worry knotted in her stomach as she watched the meek persona of the maned wolf slip away to reveal a composed villain. She stood paralyzed, her mind flashing back to her family's death for the second time that day. "Play time's over kids." The words sent a shiver down Yona's spine, leaving her feeling cold and empty. A helpless feeling overcame her, but the sensation enabled her to move. She slowly maneuvered herself to stand in front of Raja, crouching low with tensed muscles, ready to protect him with her life. A low, quiet growl emanated from her throat, rumbling in her chest as her adrenaline climbed. "I would have taken a minute to actually have looked at my leg, little one," the maned wolf spoke with a grin. "A bite wound like that? Anyone could heal from that. No help necessary," she purred, clearly enjoying herself as her eyes locked on Yona. It was clear to the blonde that she was being belittled, but she remained unfazed by the teasing. “You should really be more observant, little dove," the villain continued in a silky tone. "But now... You’re going to come with us. Whether you like it or not."Yona managed to keep her breathing calm enough to think, to focus on her next move. While she was intimidated by the slow, menacing approach, she refused to move from her position. Her primary objective was to protect Raja, a young, untainted wolf. She considered running away; perhaps a chase would divert the attention towards her. But she was no idiot, despite what the villain seemed to think. While Yona specialized and took pride in her speed, it was clear from a single glance that the maned wolf possessed impressive agility as well. Her build of long legs and a light frame would make for a worthy opponent, and she would certainly be as fast as the blonde, if not slightly faster. Yona thought back to when her family was still alive, to when they had hunted herds of bison, deer, and elk. As her parents had taught her, prey was easiest to catch when it was on the run. She was not prey. She would not run. She would not give in and allow for a chase. Her paws stayed grounded and her stance grew wider, her growl's volume increasing as her adrenaline reached its peak. She had not failed to notice the black brute coming in from a different direction, but her worry only added to her resolve. Yona had not fought many battles. While she was a seasoned hunter and runner, her fight count remained low, her experience minimal. She knew realistically that she would lose this battle, but she refused to go down without a fight. She would at least provide enough time for Raja to escape. Two down was better than three, and Cersiren would recover once she awoke. The teen needed to escape. "Run," she whispered to Raja in an urging tone. With her energy and resolve at their height, she was ready to battle.
@raja @cersiren Mercenary Yvaine Apprentice Mutt Assassin Crimson
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2019 6:12:58 GMT -8
Raja was stunned as she started yowling and looking terrified of Cersiren. Her explanation made sense, but Raja did not believe Cersiren was the cause, it would have been more obvious on Cersiren's face when she saw the wolf. Raja never saw it coming, the wolf lunged at Cersiren, knocking her unconscious. Raja growled quietly. Yona looked stricken and terrified. "run," She whispered. Raja did not run, he felt such a anger as the female started towards Yona. "You touch her, I kill you," Raja said menacingly. His muscles tightened, and he got ready to fight. He might of lost his family, but he would not loose this group without a fight. He caught Yona's gaze, his eyes softened for a moment, he wouldn't mind dying to protect her, she meant a lot to him, like a litter mate. His gaze flicked back to the new wolf, a growl formed from his throat, his teeth were bared. OOC: Sorry it's so short Yona @cersiren Mercenary Yvaine Apprentice Mutt Assassin Crimson |
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Mortiul
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Assassin
Male
4 Years
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18 Posts
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Post by Assassin Crimson on Sept 5, 2019 12:58:04 GMT -8
The feeling of softer fur pressing against his own drew a pair of red eyes to land upon Mutt. Taking his attention away from the situation momentarily, one of his ears facing toward where Yvaine was interacting with the rogues, he wondered what the apprentice was up to until he realized he was mimicking his every action, earning a smirk from the black pelted assassin, he was beginning to like Mutt, he realized as he did not feel disgusted by his form being in such close proximity to his own, without needing to say a word he turned his blood red gaze back to the wolves, his tail giving a soft sway or two, he was going to certainly ask Yvaine if they could steal Mutt out from under Aamon, besides they would need a new trainee after Crimson took his first life and completed the majority of his training, Mutt was young, something they could use to their advantage.
It was only moments later that the black male received the signal the maned wolf had promised, Yvaine grabbing an older she-wolf by the scruff and knocking her unconscious. As soon as her Ivory canines had grabbed her, Crimson was on the move. Large black paws carrying the hulking mass forward as his nails dug into the dirt and grass below him. His blood red gaze fixated on the form of another black form, much smaller than he, much younger, much less experienced. Raja, trying to put on some kind of tough guy act, little did he know this would be the last act of this kind he attempted to pull off. Running at his side Crimson used his weight as he barreled into the smaller male, knocking him over with ease before his Ivory canines latched onto his exposed throat. Sharp incisors snapped and cut as he chewed and ripped the jugular and throat, shaking his head slightly in order to maime as a deep growl rumbled in his chest like a blood thirsty beast, the taste of iron ran over his mouth as blood rushed out in such copious amounts it colored his black pelt a dark red color, Crimson had lived up to his namesake. Pulling his teeth from Raja’s throat, Crimson placed a strong paw on the youngsters shoulder, pressing down to keep him from struggling beneath him as he bled out, black ears pinned down against his broad cranium as a string of red, blood mixed with saliva hung from his maw, the eyes of an accomplished killer landing upon Yvaine, he had finished his training, red pooling around the three black paws he had standing on the ground. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2019 14:44:07 GMT -8
Raja still focused on Yvaine, was not aware of a black wolf descending on him until it was to late. Raja let out a yowl, the last sound he would ever make. Raja's eyes widened as fangs gripped his throat, and pain ripped through him. Raja's vision swam, half because of pain half because he had failed. He had failed so stick with his family, he had failed to protect his friends, and now it was to late. Mom, I am so sorry, I failed you, I can't ever do anything right, and now I am failing to protect my friends. Raja's eyes shifted to look a Yona, he would never see her again, or Cersiren. I have failed you too, I promised myself I would protect you, and I can't even do that, I'm sorry Yona. Raja constricted in pain, he would be sobbing now if he could breathe. Blood pooled on the floor, blood was such a interesting color. So deep and rich, the red looked like it could swallow you whole if you looked at it long enough. It stuck to his pelt and fur, coating the ground. Raja slowly went limp, starring at his killer, his eyes looked excited, proud, he was proud he killed Raja. The thought made him sick, or it could be the amount of blood flowing from his throat. His vision swam and he could not focus on anything, he was dying. He was not scared, he used to be. But now with this close to death, he couldn't feel anything, only peace. Good bye friends, I am so sorry I was not good enough for you His eyes went blank, Raja would no longer see out of them, he would no longer feel the soft grass under his paws, or gaze up at the stars with his friends, he was dead. Mercenary Yvaine Yona @cersiren Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt |
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Apprentice
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6 months
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Sept 5, 2019 18:41:47 GMT -8
Black hide moved forward through the grass leaving his side as the maned wolf threw the arriving white wolf to the ground, red eyes widened in amazement, such a shift of power, it was beautiful to watch, beautiful and bloody just how he had expected it to be, they were a mercenary and assassin after all, it was their job to make things bloody. Mutt watched as Crimson rushed forward, the huge black male simply ran over the the smaller wolf as if he was just another patch of grass like the one Mutt and Crimson had been hiding in moments before. Red eyes watched as teeth sank into exposed throat, the blood began to flow, it refused to stop, the crimson eyes would not break away from the sight, he wished to be the one showing his own skills, making his own kill but he could not yet do so, they must not think him ready yet. He watched as the life began to ebb from the pup’s eyes, Mutt slipped forward through the tall grasses pelt blending in perfectly with the dried, yellow stalks. Crimson’s growl was loud, seeming to vibrate the air around him, and finally the large male let go of the pup’s neck and placed a strong paw on his shoulder to keep him from struggling in the last moments of life. The red blood coated Crimson’s fur and the black male’s red eyes turned to stare at Yvaine, the whole scene was a spectacle, and one the apprentice was more than willing to watch with wide, curious eyes. This is what the Yvaine and Crimson would want from him, expect from him, he would have to kill, the thought of it made the young wolf question himself, he was not sure he could do it. He had seen wolves around him killed before, and he could obviously kill as shown by the earlier blood spilled beside the stream when he had ripped the coyote apart. Though killing a coyote and killing another wolf was vastly different, just as Yvaine had mentioned earlier, it would be a difficult thing to do to end another’s life, to stop their existence prematurely. However, were the circumstances right Mutt was sure he would do it, especially if he felt that he would receive some praise at the end of it. He did not have much time to think on his inner turmoil as movement caught his attention, drawing in the dark red eyes to the wolf who had been knocked out what seemed like only seconds ago. The thick, fluffy fur, something Mutt considered a nuisance when it came to stealth, especially seeing as how the fur was white, she stuck out almost the entire year, the only time she maybe could blend in well enough was when it came time for the snow to fall. She began to move towards Crimson, Mutt however could not react quick enough, the female lunged at Crimson, her fangs weakly sinking teeth into his shoulder, the sleek, tan wolf bolted forward and just as the female’s head went to shake Mutt had grabbed her just below the jaw forcing her to release her hold on Crimson and focus on her current attacker. His grip was not the best, afterall he was only an apprentice and had no real training in fighting, but he let go of the underside of her jaw which was already staining the side of her head with blood. The female lashed out at him a small scrape on his foreleg and chest but nothing he really worried about before his own teeth latched back onto the neck, fangs disappearing inside flesh as Mutt used the strength he possessed to roll her over onto her back his paws on either side of her head while he shook violently. He felt the fur coming out in clumps in his mouth, the blood spraying, pooling, and staining his fur and her own, such a lovely sight. He let go for a second spitting the blood stained fur out of his mouth before sinking his fangs back in, he had to be sure she would not be a problem anymore, Yvaine had allowed her to live before, but Mutt had taken it upon himself to go for the kill, he could only hope the two older wolves would be proud of him, and that he would be met with positivity at the end of this. Mutt’s teeth had once more sunk into flesh he ripped violently at it again, ripping apart the jugular and letting the she-wolf bleed out underneath him. Finally, the mutt ceased his violent shredding of the female beneath him, spitting out the thick fur that clung to his tongue and floated across the ground and into the air. Blood stained his entire front half, from his face, which wore the crimson color like a mask, down to his paws everything between that had become dried and matted with blood. Mutt remembered Crimson had placed his paw to stop the struggling of his wolf and Mutt quickly did the same, placing a red paw down onto Cersiren’s chest and looking towards both Yvaine and Crimson, he could only hope he was met with pride and not disappointment. The young wolf had done his best to make them proud, he had copied Crimson as well as he could minus the takedown seeing as Mutt was not yet quite big enough to manage something like that. The creamy, tan tail began to wave slightly behind him as he watched who he now considered his two mentors, “Was that ok? Did I do it right?” The young wolf’s tongue slipped out of his mouth as he waited for one of them to answer, a nervous pit in his stomach. He seeked only approval and if they gave it to him, Mutt would do anything they desired out of him, it was how his mind operated, and even if they met him with criticism and disapproval Mutt would only strive harder to do better, he only wished to receive recognition, some kind of praise that what he had done was correct. The young wolf rarely received positive feedback, if he could get these two wolves to vouch for him then he could climb the social hierarchy and not just be stuck as someone’s slave his entire life. Assassin Crimson Mercenary Yvaine @cersiren Yona @raja |
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Mortiul
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Mercenary
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4 Years
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18 Posts
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Sept 9, 2019 19:09:01 GMT -8
It seemed that with her change of personality, Yvaine didn’t gain much from the two. Except for them standing their ground. How sad. She wanted a chase. If the she-wolf was dumb enough to stand up against Yvaine, there was no telling what Adramalech would do to her. Yvaine wanted to spare the effort of dragging her back to Mortiul. Adramalech would not be happy with them bringing back a she-wolf that thought they could stand up against a Mercenary. Yvaine was not impatient no, she would stand here as long as it took. The young wolf that was their target took up defense with his friend as well, a pitiful display. If Yvaine was anyone else, she would have seen it as heartwarming, two friends defending themselves against a wolf. But Yvaine was less than happy about this. Instead, she darted her aquamarine eyes towards Crimson, seeing the male approaching quickly. He overtook the male rather quickly, the feeble attempts being nothing as Crimson ripped into the male, death coming swiftly as Crimson pressed him to the ground to stop him from struggling in the last moments of death. There was their meal for today. She cackled, looking towards the she-wolf. “Still feel like standing your ground?” She snarled out, and with that Yvaine struck forward, going to attack. Or so the other would think. Instead, she was standing near Crimson, tearing a chunk from Raja’s corpse, eating it as the blood dripped down her muzzle. She was sure that would frighten the she-wolf enough to run. But alas, Yona just stood there, electing a growl from Yvaine’s throat. But her attention was tore away from the witness as she looked towards the white body that came lunging for Crimson. She was ready to defend her companion, but it was not her that took the she-wolf on. It was Mutt. He grabbed her underneath her jaw, and Yvaine immediately was tending to Crimson’s wound that he had obtained. Tongue darting out, she licked at it as she watched with interest from the corner of her eye. The fight was a scene to behold. The young wolf ripping into the other with no hesitation, shaking his head back and forth, ripping her flesh from her throat. Blood stained fur was spit from his mouth, and although Yvaine had left this she-wolf to live, she wanted death for her now. For hurting Crimson. And it seemed that Mutt could read her mind as he sunk his fangs once more into her neck - or what was left of it at this point - and ripped once more to let the she-wolf bleed out underneath the young male. She gave a small yip, looking towards the male with delight coursing through her veins. She had all but forgotten about Yona, the she-wolf could have run off by now for all Yvaine cared. She was focused on Mutt. The maned wolf darted forward, listening to what he said, and she circled him, prancing around the body to not dirty the meat they could take with them later. “Did you do alright? More like you did more than alright! That was perfect!” She she-wolf said, darting her head underneath the young wolf’s head to lick off the blood. “Your first wolf kill and you haven’t even reached a year old! I’ll make an assassin out of you yet! Just wait until he hears about this,” She said, making sure that she didn’t state names. She didn’t need the little she-wolf knowing who she was talking about. But Mutt would. As she licked the blood from his pelt, her aquamarine eyes locked onto the she-wolf. “I would run if you want to live,” She said, a crazed smile coming to her face as she took a step around Mutt and towards the she-wolf waiting. Oh how she would love to rip her from ear to tail, to skin her alive like Imset had. To give her the pain that she deserved for being stupid enough to stand around. But Yvaine would keep stalking forward, before she turned abruptly. “He wouldn’t have any use for you anyways. You were too stupid to not run. He would kill you onsight,” She spoke, before looking to Crimson and Mutt. With a pip in her step, she took off running, cackling like a maniac as the wind blew against her fur. She wanted to spend a little longer away from home. -Exit- Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt Yona |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2019 14:22:54 GMT -8
When the female changed to hysterics, Cersiren was quick to realize that this stranger was not right in the head, but was not quick enough to react in time to save herself. Her scruff was gripped between gnarled canines, and used to bring her head down onto a rock. As soon as the concrete crunches into her skull, feeling as though the side of her head would certainly be flat after this, a ringing is set off instantly in her ears. Dizzyingly, the female enters a state of semi-consciousness, where the only sound is the awful tinnitus-like tone and the only vision that remains are merely blurred clouds of color, floating around. Any talking is like someone is mumbling underwater, and does not fully register to her. Soon enough, her headache is put to rest, as she is slammed into the rock once again, the ringing fading out and her vision becoming black as unconsciousness overwhelms her body. As if she is experiencing time normally while unconscious, long seconds go by before Cersiren's dizzy head begins to feign vision and hearing once again. Not sure if the impact had messed with her and she was just confused or if she was actually correct, two new forms were with them. One of them charged at Raja, and while Cersiren could not see clearly, she saw the all too familiar sanguine liquid begin to drain from Raja's small form. A sound chokes as it tries to escape Cersiren's throat, thinking of losing her pups, and now losing Raja. She could only pray Yona would be alright. Tears blur her vision further and worsen her migraine, but still she knows she must do something and weakly springs herself forward to sink a pathetic bite into the killer's shoulder. The other male that had joined soon had his own teeth latched under Cersiren's jaw, and though she strikes out, only to minorly scratch his chest and forearm, he soon delivers a blow that Cersiren knows will be the last of her. You know how they say your life flashes before your eyes in your dying moments? Well, Cersiren was finding that to be quite true right now. Except, time was passing graciously slow, allowing her to watch how she had lived as though it wanted her to draw a conclusion about her. Her pup years, discovering her medicine skills and becoming Salutary, her mate, her pups. Her pups. She wants to cry, but she cannot because she is dying. She wonders if her mate and pups will ever find out what happened to her. She hoped she wasn't leaving them with such a horrible mindset as she was imagining. Now comes the sadness, all regrets flowing into her as she thinks of that turn-point moment: her pups dying, as well as her best friend's, and her leaving. She would go through all this pain a hundred times if only she could talk to her family and say goodbye, sorry, and that she loved them. However, the female shakes off the thought, knowing she will see them eventually, and changing her mind to think of all the happy things in her life. All the good moments, the loving feelings, the way things were. After all, the wise she-wolf knew it was better to pass with a happy mind. @raja Yona Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt Mercenary Yvaine |
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Post by Assassin Crimson on Sept 14, 2019 10:35:28 GMT -8
Canines slipping into his shoulder blade brought a wince to Crimson's expression. He hadn't expected the formerly unconscious female to wake up after Yvaine had slammed her skull against that rock, perhaps the old bat was tougher than she looked. Before Crimson could retaliate he turned his head to watch as Mutt grabbed the old female, biting her up under her jaw as his teeth began ripping into the essential parts of her throat, more blood was added to the already soaked grass, some spray seeming to decorate further, hitting Yvaine on the muzzle and almost getting into one of Crimson's eyes. He blinked a few times before shaking himself off, some of the loose blood on him flying off in its own varying directions, carried somewhat by the wind.He looked to Yvaine as she began grooming the small punctures on his shoulder, the male was not all that bothered by them, as far as he was concerned they were more scars to add to the collection, though he doubted they would be noticed in all his dense black fur once they had healed.
The assassin turned his attention to Yona, the only surviving member of this group as Yvaine taunted her, threatened her and frightened her by showing her the light of their cannibalistic ways by chewing off a piece of Raja's corpse. It was true, Mutt had done well, much better than he would have guessed he would do, but he could do even better in the eyes of Adramalech, sealing his fate as an assassin by bringing him back a gift, be it a meal or a submissive breeder for one of the superiors to add to their army, it was a waste to leave her here, where waste lay, Crimson sought opportunity. Red eyes swiveled to land back upon Mutt, blood stained as he was. "I know how you can do even better."chimed the black male, turning his attention away from mutt and back at Yona, walking toward her as she wailed, seemingly so stuck by grief she could not bring herself to move. The black male walked around her, sanguine eyes landing on Mutt as his ebony form bowed around her, standing at her side with his ears up. "Bring this one back to the superiors. Through her you can give our alpha the proof needed to become one of us." Crimson's attention then turned to that of Yona, a deep growl reverberating from his chest as he reminded her of his close proximity, canines gently brushing over her scruff as if to warn her not to run, she would only get hurt if she did for making things more difficult. |
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Post by Varian on Sept 16, 2019 22:14:11 GMT -8
I have no idea where I am. It wasn’t the first time Varian had thought that, over the past few days. He was hopelessly far from the misty lakes he’d been raised near, hopelessly far from...well, anything even remotely familiar. When he’d slipped away from his two captors- how long ago was that? A week or so, perhaps?- he’d paid no attention to where he was going; all that mattered was putting distance between himself and them. And it wasn’t as if he’d ever been on his own before. He’d started life with a pack, and after that he’d had his father, and then, as horrible as they had been, the pair of rogues. Never before had he been entirely alone. Forcing himself to calm down and think logically, he stopped for a moment to take stock of his surroundings. There were few trees here, the landscape mostly comprised of heavy brush. That was good, he supposed; less trees meant less cover for any dangers that might try to approach. It also meant that game would be scarce, but that didn’t matter much to him. He’d lost his father before he could learn much about hunting, and since his escape he’d been living mostly on whatever mice and rats and small birds he could manage to catch. He’d just have to go on doing that a little while longer. Varian was new to the rogue life, but he knew that those who wandered alone had two paths to follow: find a pack, or stay by themselves. He’d already decided against the first option, at least for now. No self-respecting pack would spare even a glance for a half-starved, battered pup, not when so many other rogues were capable warriors and hunters and scouts who could give something back to the pack. For the time being he would simply have to make the best of things as they were. He started walking again, his silvery blue gaze darting from one side to the other, constantly on the alert. He had learned caution from bitter experience; he would never let anything like the two females happen again- Stop it, he ordered himself. Stop thinking about them. Any thoughts of the pair sent fear coursing through his veins, the kind of fear he was trying his best to put behind him. But it was a thing easier said than done, and Varian found himself increasingly wary as he continued his trek through the brushy landscape. Which was why he was able to pick up the scent of another wolf far sooner than he usually would have. Instantly his heart began to race. Clearly the stranger, whoever he was, was a rogue. And Varian knew better than to trust a rogue. The last time he had put his trust in someone who hadn’t earned it, he’d gotten nothing but betrayal and broken promises and spent three months as a slave besides. There was no way to tell where the other rogue was exactly. Staying here, out in the open, would leave him far too exposed. The only choice was to keep going, keep edging forward and hope that he passed the stranger by without incident. Even that was not to be. Intent on scanning the landscape for signs of the other wolf, Varian almost didn’t see the stranger until he was right in front of him. A large male, nearly twice Varian’s size, with black-and-white-flecked fur and a powerful build. With a little gasp, the jet-black pup stopped short, glancing around wildly in a vain search for somewhere to conceal himself before he was spotted. There was nothing but brush. He would easily be seen; in all probability the other wolf had seen him already. Perhaps he could simply excuse himself without any trouble. “I-I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said, swallowing hard. “I’ll just...be on my way.” He backed a few steps, almost stumbling over his own feet, watching the male with wide and wary eyes and prepared to bolt if he made any threatening moves. Koro
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Post by Koro on Sept 17, 2019 18:58:10 GMT -8
It seemed like Koro's life was a book with which he was skipping through the pages to read, but all of them were blank. Like flipping through life. He was hoping to see a glimpse of ink, content, something other than the repetitive nothingness and loneliness of his past couple years. It seemed to be to no avail. Any strangers he passed seemed to want nothing to do with him; any pack territory he skirted around failed to interest him; any possible land to settle down and live seemed to not appeal to him. It was as though once his life with the best friends he had ever had ended, he no longer wanted any territory or any company because it felt like it could never compare to what he had had. Deep down he knew it was a pit in himself that had failed to be smoothed over time and time again, and replacing what he had before would certainly not fill it. Letting himself believe this only seemed to further displace him from the idea of searching for something in life again.
And yet, he walked on, as if it was making progress (though it wasn't, it was to keep moving and never be still enough to be stuck with his own thoughts, to never get attached to anything again and to keep his life in the drawl that it had sunk into). Strangers were sparse in these lands, which he liked. While he kept this bitter sort of disposition as a front now, he knew deep down he craved some sort of interaction once again, but refused to let himself accept the idea. Surprisingly, a scent now makes itself known in his nostrils, though he chooses to ignore it and not attempt to investigate.
As if cut by a blade, his mulling thoughts come to a stop. Perhaps he had ignored the scent for too long, as suddenly a pup practically walks right into Koro. The little coal-ish thing gasps and seems to be scanning fervently for an escape route, before realizing that there was no real place to go where a wolf would not be able to follow. Confused, Koro cocks a brow slightly at the worried little furball, though he was not confused about why the stranger was worried. Certainly, it made sense that a pup wandering alone should be worried about encountering a strange male, but what did not make sense was why such a young one was alone. Of course there were explanations to be thought of, but these lands in particularly very rarely had such young travelers, and with so many available packs nearby Koro had to wonder if this pup was choosing to be a rogue or lost or undecided.
"I-I-I didn't mean to interrupt you," says the young'un, swallowing so hard Koro practically felt it in his own throat. "I'll just... be on my way," spill out more words, as he starts to back up.
Koro can feel his face and innards starting to grimace. Of course he did not want company, but he did not lack such a moral compass so as to leave a scared pup out in the brush lands alone. Additionally, the scent of bloodshed he had passed a ways back worried him further for the little stranger. With a sigh, Koro faces the fact that he needs to let this pup know that he will not hurt him, and then escort him to some group or pack that would take care of him.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you," he says bluntly but with a slightly kind tone, hoping to convince little stranger that he means no harm. "What are you doing out here alone?" he asks, genuine curiosity and a slight hint of worry in his tone. Koro could only hope this pup would allow him to take him someplace safer, and not run off at the first chance, though catching him likely wouldn't be a problem.
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Post by Varian on Sept 26, 2019 16:17:25 GMT -8
He had braced himself for an attack. It was almost laughable how different things were now from the way they had been just a short time before. Three months ago Varian would have been boiling with curiosity, full of questions and eager to break the ice. Now, though the same curiosity was burning within him, wanting to know so many things about this stranger he’d run into, he kept those feelings buried deep, forcing himself to stay on guard, to remember what had happened the last time he’d trusted someone. But the larger male’s voice, despite the nearly inaudible sigh that suggested he really just wanted to be left alone, had a shade of kindness in it. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, and Varian almost had to suppress the urge to laugh, because he’d certainly heard that before. He nearly turned tail and bolted right then, but something...something made him pause a moment. This stranger, with his gruff exterior and yet hints of a heart beneath, reminded him just a little of his father. Things that reminded him of his father made him feel safe. And safe was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. “What are you doing out here alone?” the stranger continued. For a long moment Varian didn’t reply, weighing his options. The part of him that no longer trusted anything, anyone, told him to get out while he still could. But something else- perhaps the concern in the older male’s voice, concern that certainly sounded real- told him to stay. Finally, in a soft, hesitant voice, he answered the question. “I didn’t ask to end up out here on my own. It just happened. I don’t have family...anymore...and, well, it’s better to strike out alone than stay with the rogues I’ve been with for the last few months.” He didn’t offer more information than that; he was trying to put the past behind him, and besides that the state he was in told as much of the tale as needed to be told. He sat down, watching the male with wary blue eyes. If he simply moved on now that he’d gotten an answer, then neither one of them was any worse off for the brief encounter. But somehow, Varian found himself hoping that he wouldn’t, that this was fate. Something drew him to this stranger, even though he could not have said what that something was. Koro |
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