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Post by MM on May 12, 2003 6:49:23 GMT -5
~*head down and tail tucked*~
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Post by Ghost on May 12, 2003 14:27:27 GMT -5
-Ghost appears seemingly from nowhere, he'd been the the highest reaches of the mountains, and it had taken him the longest to hear his mother's cry. Jumping down in front of MM he shoulders a blow from an advancing were, earning his first battle scar, a scar that ran from the top of his muzzle to his lip, not noticing the blood he pushes her back before firing a killing spell...He then turns to her- Always keep your head up...Don't show obedience to them, they'll take you down and kill you -with that MM's friend disappears into the depths of battle, slowly making his way to where his mother and Nova fought...-
-Taking Nadiah's advice she fires her own burning arrows towards the guards that were around the outer ring. Soon though her bow lay empty her eyes scanning for an easy target. With none to be found, she targets Lunar and loads and arrow to shoot to protect her allie should it come to that-
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Post by MM on May 13, 2003 6:44:55 GMT -5
~*barks to friends, nods, and follows he curiously.... whimpers slightly at the sight of blood, but smiles that he is alright....she keeps her head and tail high.... orbs watching others for signs of danger....*~ "Thanks for the advice... I am not very experienced with pack life yet...." ((OOC: what battle? Should I fight?))
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Post by GoldenWind on May 13, 2003 15:33:31 GMT -5
[glow=silver,2,300]-hearing a bark GW quickly turns her head to the source, MM. Never seeing her before she felt the need to say hello even though the pack was in the midst of war at the time-being. Yet since MM was part of the pack she might as well know who she was since they were fighting on the same side. quickly making up her mind she runs over to MM.- Hello! i'm GoldenWind -she stops for a second slightly out of breath- Who're you?[/glow]
(Battle..hmm..well long story..i'll explain some of it but i'm not really the 'expert' on what's going on around here. But anyway! There are two packs the Shadowlanders(evil) and the Whitefyers(good). The Shadowlanders' alpha. NightBlade is the half brother of the Whitefyers alpha male, Pryde. Somethnig happened not really sure though and NightBlade was banished or something..but now NightBlade is back and wants to destroy the Whitefyers and so now the battle is going on..but like DK said it's not THE battle. but basically that's the gist of it.. People can correct me if i'm wrong.
and you could fight too!)
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Post by NamoRamma on May 13, 2003 19:44:39 GMT -5
(i have nothing to reply to, so i'll basically state that yes, Rory, your right. NightBlade was banished because he used his position as beta's son so he would not be kicked out without good reason, and then plotted his own little idea, in which he took Static (he was stuck in 'kidnap' mode) and waited until Frost went after her brother. Once he would destroy Frost, the path would be quite open since Frost was the pack's basic only healer left, and since Frost had all the power of her mother. But Frost was aided by all three cub's father, Force, and Nightblade was defeated, and banished (b.c they didn't want to take his life- he's still their brother). Then he wandered the outrskirts of the land and found Frost monthes later when she was forced to choose- one realm or the other. He accompanied her, and helped her through everything until she was found by humans who delivered Blaze and the twins, then he left and went to form his own plan, knowing Frost was in debt to him. That was the last time any of them had seen him-- until now...
dramatic, i know, that's how we like it)
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 13, 2003 19:59:01 GMT -5
((mwhaha, i have nuthing to rply to either...i basically dont until sumbody INTERACTS WITH MY CHARS!!! -hinty hinty minty fresh-))
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Post by Lunar on May 14, 2003 19:59:03 GMT -5
[screw the colors] -Lunar sighs and bounds from her den after her son, managing to avoid a near collision with Grae...Looking curiously at the bats, which were out midday..- Interesting..We'll have to talk -she again nearly collides with Tweak..and nods to her quickly, offering one of her quick trusting smiles before bounding towards where she'd left her cousin and son fighting. Her bloo eyes sweep the feild, thus far it didn't seem like they were losing. But she didn't know exactly how many of her own wolves had fallen, how many had not yet arrived. She knew that this was just a delay tactic..This wasn't NightBlade's idea of a war..In fact she'd expected more difficulty..These were's were easily brought down..Not one of NightBlade's creatures...Yet she couldn't lose the lake to them, the very heart of WhiteFyre, sighing inwardly she dove back into battle..Hoping they didn't lose any..-
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 14, 2003 21:16:06 GMT -5
(yersh, screw them greatly) -Tweak's eyes glitterred as she glimpsed Lunar. this gave her hope. In a bound she landed halfhazardly atop a zombie were, quite by accident. She had been aiming for the wolf that looked her size behind it. now she choked back a gasp of horror as her fur hit the rotting flesh. she clung to the corpse viciously, scared yet full of adrenaline- -Omen looked about. He seemed untouchable by these beasts. Something about him. ((he's kind of a wolf preacher, you see)) His glass eyes shone, a sphere of translucent blue seemed to gather about him. It strengthened him, then it left. Hating to fight but wanting to help, Omen of Good Tidings leapt upon an oncoming brute were. his ivories snapped against the muddy, nasty flesh. after dismembering an arm and a few ribs, he hurtled down and farther into the skirmishers-
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Post by Wonder on May 14, 2003 22:13:19 GMT -5
[Lmao! Thanx for all the hints to reply guys; but don't get on my case when I don't post instantly =) At least every three/four days I'll be sure to keep up. But, only 17 days of school left! Counting down XD]
[glow=darkgreen,4,300]-Curse walked on towards Tweak; his dirty-green eyes not leaving from her even with all going on around him. As his personal body guards were brought down, he hardly even acknowledged the act. For as each undead werewolf was brought to dust; it simply sank into the ground. With a flash of magic, a new being arose from the blood-covered dirt; reincarnated with evil. Instead of decreasing, the ShadowLander army grew. Although the original black wolves who'd come with the first wave were now almost completely killed off, dozens of were-zombies were still on the rise; pools of resistance sprouting around the main players in the war. The alphas.
Curse's black and white form halted a good foot or two from Tweak; the fear calling him like a chemical force. With a dangerous smirk, he bowed his head in a mocking respect, and kept it down. Black light seemed to reek out of his body; casting him a ghostly black glow. The ground around him shock once again, and a small ground of werewolf zombies emerged; circling their leader. Vides of evil spilled from these half dozen zombies; a pure evil that any magic user could feel. A thick, rotted silver armor covered these select warriors; the strongest were always left for last. NightBlade's orders were simple. Go in and finish it fast. Then move on. And Curse would obey.
Finally looking up, his eyes flashed once more as the seemingly trance’d zombies around him woke. An indestructible army of a mere half-dozen, the armored soldiers parted from their bringer, each set for a specific target. Curse looked back over to Tweak, nodding yet again as he sent one of his main minions towards the wolfess. The large, metallic creature charged at the shewolf, not afraid of anything going about around it. Not even paying attention to anything by its target. With the speed of a bull, it rammed into Tweak, sending her flying backwards. One more blow, and it’d finish it…<br> Again Curse did not stay to watch. This round of werewolves would not be brought down by a simple beam of light or a magical arrow through the chest. No. This round would injure the other side. Just the right amount. The day was progressing into evening. The battle would be over soon. Nodding to one of the remaining 3 minions, the bicolored wolf watched him go off to deal with GoldenWind since his more ‘normal’ undead was defeated. This time, Curse watched. He watched as the armored werewolf lurked over to GW, who was unknowingly speaking to another wolfess, giving her a 2-second warning growl before tackling her into the ground. It would be another easy kill. And he loved it. With an approving nod, he muttered a simple spell and disappeared into the shadows with his two new bodyguards; off to find the other SLers..-
[Not godplaying or anything. Just providing action for everyone =)][/glow] [glow=darkgoldenrod,1,300]-Static wasn't sure exactly what happened. In the short exchange between him and his sister, he found himself struck by something. Now, he was on the ground. He blinked.
His eyes adjusted to the fighting as he rose to his feet; too into the whereabouts of his sister to note the pain in his right side; a large, fresh wound running across his shoulder to his hip. The world spun in circles as he focused on the area he'd last seen Frost. He was nowhere...-
'Frost?'
-It came out in just under a whisper, his warm brown eyes scanning the blood-stained lands for his one true kin. He couldn't have been out for more then a minute, could he? Little time was left to ponder this before another blow hit him. This time, he saw his attacker. One of Curse's 'specialized' were-minions. Static braced himself for what was to follow, but it never came. The zombie was knocked off him by another blur of fur; a ghostly grey wolf, just a few months younger then himself. Spirit. His nephew. Pending heir to the beta ship. Static recognized him instantly. Jumping to his feet, he thanked the other for the rescue with a nod. Now, the pain in his side was evident. He ignored it; he had to find out what had happened to his sister. Now bothering to look back to check on the fate of the armored werewolf, he paced into the heat of the battle; not sure where he was going, yet knowing...-[/glow]
[glow=gainsboro,3,300]-PyreSpirit watched his uncle wander off, mouthing a ‘yew’re welcome’ as he watched. It was nothing noble of him. As a beta-to-be, but more importantly, as a pack and family member, he’d simply down what he had to in order to protect his clan. His father was home keeping close taps on his mother and his younger siblings; afraid to leave them alone. Spirit was to stay home too, but he couldn’t let the fighting go on without him. He’d have to learn sooner or later.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as the creature he’d shoved off Static rose again. Only now did Spirit see what he’d gotten himself into. The nearly 6 foot tall wolf-beast was covered in a thick armor; the reason he’d been so heavy and hard to move. Great. No way he’d be able to take this thing. Alone. Magic whirled in his eyes as he prepared to attack with mystical powers, but his focus turned to Tweak. She was in even deeper trouble. His hear raced, and he darted off, knowing that at least he’d be able to outrun the heavily armed creatures.
His friend was on the ground already. Spirit knew it was bad. Halting in front of Tweak, with his head lowered and teeth bared, he eyed the offender as it charged. His dark grey eyes flashed red as a fireball appeared from the sky, slamming into the beast full-force and sending it back a few steps. It bought Spirit some time. He turned and looked down at Tweak, nudging her with his nose…-
‘Can yew get up? We gotta move!’<br> -He muttered, ready to teleport them to safety if the wolfess was immobile…-[/glow]
[glow=gray,3,300]-Amaroq swiftly lurked beside Destiny; looking much like a shadow-wolf himself due to his inherited coat. But he was far from that. He'd been through a major war before. He'd get through this one.
His attention turned to the far-off Curse and his newly risen team of armored were-zombies. Great. That was all they needed. Before he could react to the case, the a soft-furred creature rammed into him. Hard. Amaroq was knocked off balance by one of the 'normal' undead minions; a toothy, blood-covered wolf creature that looked like it'd just finished a meal and was out for more. The grey-tinted black wolf snorted; shadow magics, his favorite element, running through his body. With a simple blink, his seemingly black eyes shed their true color; a beaming golden brown. With a low growl, the alpha bother sprang off the ground and connected with the were's neck, snapping its head off instantly. He landed on the ground and stood panting; awaiting the zombie to rise from the ground, as had happened before.
Nothing.
Slowly it keened on him. He wasn't sure what, but something seemed right. 'Aim for the heads...' Amaroq simply telepathed all who were on the 'good' side, not sure if this was a solution or just luck for killing off the second wave of never-ending were-zombies. For now, it was all they had...
Making sure to keep a steady eye on his mate, even while knowing she could care for herself, he made his way through the bodies and one-on-one brawls to the alphas...- 'I don't know how much longer we can hold them back...' -He stated, looking around armies; memories of the war that took his mother's life flooding back as he looked from Pryde to Lunar, well aware that they could not allow the SLers to win the fight. They had to start strong, or they'd be done for. He didn’t even see the two metal-covered creatures charging towards him and the alphas...-[/glow]
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Post by FrostByte on May 14, 2003 23:01:20 GMT -5
[rotf. That much is apparent *danceydancey* ACTION!]
[glow=white,2,300]-The two brothers’ seem unaware of anything around them- they simply fight. But Pryde’s eyes lock onto the two ‘improved’ were’s mere moments before they hit- Starr! –He cries out, saying the name he knew his brother would listen to. And listen he had. The shadow wolf dissaperates into the shadows- becomes the shadows, becomes fog, and thus not solid. The were’s go right through him, but not his brother, who did not master shadow magick. His heart almost breaks as he looks at the fallen alpha and he instantly knows what he had to do. They needed a healer. The only pack healers were Frost, and Crystal. Frost had done her part. And that left… without another word, he rides the shadows far away to the Haven where he knew his half-niece resided. He hopes he can get back in time-[/glow]
[glow=navy,2,300]-She sees everything- tears forming in her eyes as the ‘were’s ram into Pryde, almost knocking him out cold, causing his bad eye to completely swell up and close, in fact that whole side of his head- already bloody and throbbing- was swollen already, and extremely bloody- a mere sign of what pain the male must be feeling. [Hurray for run on sentences!] She watches as the beloved alpha slumps to the ground, finally knocked out cold. She forgets everything. She forgets her arrows, magically enhanced or not. She forgets the approaching armored ‘were, the werewolf had been programmed to kill her. She forgets logic. The magic becomes her. She holds out her palms and a semi-transparent black essence shoots out, large and swift, the power she least called upon- the power of death. The essence immediately takes its targets- the two weres. But such a powerful spell drains her and she slumps to the ground, only able to watch as the werewolf approaches at lightning speed. The silhouette of the werewolf looms before her head and then all she sees is black-[/glow]
[glow=purple,2,300]-The femme is swallowed up by the new advancing weres and all that can be seen of her in the tide of black is her spotted tail, gleaming wildly in the moonlight. It writhes with excitement and then it too disappears. Weather she was already dead, or she would live, would obviously not be apparent until after the war was over-[/glow]
-In orb NightStarr and the younger Crystal, huge purple bags under her eyes, her stomach still slightly swollen. She seems already exhausted but once told of what had happened, she knew she had to come. She just hoped Mama could stay with the twins. She had to help; she just had to- she couldn’t just let Pryde die. Closing her eyes, she summons upon a spell rarely used- a spell of light. A large glowing white orb surrounds her and she instantly races down the hill to the large unconscious wolves side. The orb protects them for now- until it wore out, which wouldn’t be long at the rate it was ebbing her strength away now. Taking one look upon him, a crystal tear instantly leaks through her hard appearance. It could be done. But it had to be done now. She gives Lunar one last glance and then the light given off by the radiating orb is gone. Crystal is gone, Pryde is gone.-
[my god i have to stop making all my characters go unconscience, i used to have a nice blank pallet. Now Nadiah's out, Pryde's out, Sahara's out, Frost's out, Crystal's out, d**n
that basically leaves NightStarr and Earth and Earthy's a bit unable at the time; Mama can't be in two places... {can she? o.O;}]
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Post by MM on May 15, 2003 6:37:23 GMT -5
~*growls daring any other wolf to harm her or Ghost or another pack member....she was ready to fight....and show how brave and tough she truly was..... she howls to Ghost and her other friends and searches for the enemy...*~
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 15, 2003 18:29:00 GMT -5
-the youthful she-wolf opened her eyes a bit, feeling blood on the ground-ward side of her laying body, but saying nothing of it. as her always-young orbs focused, mirthless now, they centerred on her friend. her ears perked a little- Spirit...-she mumbled, then she fought to keep her head up- ..i'm...i'm fine. -she suddenly, staggeringly, stands, trying to put on a stiff upper...er...lip?- i can walk...i can walk. -her knees shake, but still she stands, feeling hope blossom and burn inside now that her only real friend was here- -Omen releases his death-jaw hold on the were, his attention now drawn to the new-and-improved werewolves. his ears back, tail and length bristled, he prowls closer, knowing no fear of mortality. he would die, that was certain, but not here, not now. he had a home, a family, and he wasn't going to lose it all here. he wondered why his pack had not come (((hint hint Blu, Arora! where r u guys?!)))- =a heavy footstep sounds from behind the scribbling faun. A large roan centaur appears from the sidelines, spear in hand and a glare in the eye. Strider had been lying low, unseen by any. now he would make his first appearance, and first volunteer effort. the faun seemed to enthralled in his work to notice him, so he waited, waited to have a clear shot at a were= (((well, i guess she /cant/ so here's sumthin involvin her many miles away...k?))) -Far off in the distance, Old Maid lay against Crystal's twins. She was at peace, nodding off against their warmth and innocence-
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Post by Lunar on May 15, 2003 18:50:23 GMT -5
[0o once again i took 15 mins to catch up.. -sigh-]
-Lunar cries out as Pryde falls and then again as they disppear..She suddenly sees the two wolves, and springs back just quickly enough to avoid their falling bodies as Nadiah's attack hits. Sighing deeply she attempts to pull herself together.- Pryde.. -she whispers softly into the wind before slowly regaining her composure and jumping off to kill some of the remaining were's, her eyes shed tears, of fear for her mate, but her growls are as fierce as ever and her jaw quick to snap a neck-
[hehe..i cant help myself, i haveta save one of yewr chars Namo] -Crying out as her friend fainted, Jateen quickly raises her bow and sends an arrow to the plated-were's head, forcefully pulling her friend back she herself throws down her bow, counting on Zhaneel to guard then..rubbing her hands together softly and then holds them on either side of Nadiah's head...Slowly her hands glow softly..The healing magick she'd learnt to kill diesease..The same spell she'd used to save Jalil..slowly, ever so slowly, the reviving spell spreads in Nadiah's body. She'd feel pain, probably a bit of muscle pain, but she slowly tranfers part of her magick as well..She then closes the channel, pulling her hands away, and kneeling down, holding Nadiah's head in her now free hands, waiting- Come on Nadiah..You can make it.. -she says softly...-
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Post by FrostByte on May 15, 2003 20:53:59 GMT -5
[XD Nads feels luved. My god, it was hilarious, my brother had some *cough* interesting friends over and his door was WIDE open and my mom was on the stairs and you can hear everything that goes on in the house from the stairs, and he said 'suck my IT
' and my mom got maaaaddd.. HAHA! *rotf* what a dumbass ^ .~] [glow=navy,2,300]-Her irregular breathing slows down, her eyelids flutter, but do not open, though her breathing comes at regular intervals now. She would be alright, but certainly not well enough to fight for the rest of this particular battle. Centuars revere life above all other, fighting only in a life or death situation, and even then, only killing if left with no chance to flee. And that magic, was pure dark centuar magic. Such a spell, which takes away a beings life, also takes away half of the spellcaster's, leaving them weak and unable to care for themselves. Thus, such a spell was only used in dire positions. Obviously, Nadiah had felt it to be a dire position. Now Jateen had rejuvinated her, brought her back from her half life, but it still was not whole- she would never again be in the peak of physical fitness, for that little extra part of death would always loom in her blood. Her long curved eyelashes flutter once more as her chest rises and falls rythmically-[/glow]
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Kurbiee
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Steal my gruesomely bad avatar picture that I made, and I will hunt you down with a mallet. :)
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Post by Kurbiee on May 15, 2003 20:54:46 GMT -5
Orenda’s powerful and sturdy frame crept from the swarm of fightning wolves. Her white pelt and bizarre rings of brown fur on her tails and legs made her stand out, and with her white fur it could seem that she was a goodie. But she was anything but a goodie. As the alpha female of Faded Paw Prints, she had come to help the Shadow Landers due to their alliance. Her eyes scanned the area in which was covered in blood, carcasses of those who had not been so successful in the battle, and more fighting wolves. It seemed things were going well for the Shadow Landers so far.
Miracle slowly padded towards the battling wolves, her white fur ruffling in the wind. Despite her looks, she was indeed a Shadow Lander. She watched the battle for a moment, crouched in the shrubbery out of sight. The blood that covered the land in crimson, the loss of loved ones, carcasses that lay motionless on the ground that would never move again; it was all vaguely familiar to her. A low growl formed in her throat as she watched, and she crept out of the shrubbery ready to... Kill.
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