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Post by Lunar on May 24, 2003 15:33:55 GMT -5
[glow=maroon,4,450]-Blizzard leads her own band of ShadowLander's towards the lake once again..Some of the red blood from the last battle had washed away in the rains that had held them back for most of a week. True they would have attacked sooner, but somehow rain clouds had appeared and the rain had been enough so to blur vision, no type of weather to fight a battle in. She glances around, her nowblack fur rippling over her toned muscles. Her rib cage now longer showed, as she'd eaten plenty in the short week that she'd been around home. Staying low to the ground and in the highgrasses she looks around for any of the opposing wolves..The sun was just rising and in the early dawn it might seem like deja-vu..Seeing the small band of rebels approuching the lake from the same hill. Only there were still speckled red beaches..and the lake was a deep red, for the rain had washed the blood from the beaches into the lake. She too thought to strike to the heart of WhiteFyre was the right thing. If they could take the alphas den, they could slowly press outwards and take the entire territory. Maili wasn't around this tyme however...She'd been called, but had not heeded this call. Insisting that for her to battle would be a bad thing, though not giving her reasoning she had guessed that Ruby would know. She sinks down lower..waiting..- [/glow]
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Post by FrostByte on May 24, 2003 17:14:20 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]-A large winged wolf walks next to Blizzard, slightly in front of her. He holds his head regally, but his tail lower than her own, yet still higher than some others. His pelt is a deep brown, almost black, which shines reddish brown in the ever-rising sun. His face is adorned with a single white stripe down his nose and a black mask around his eyes, like that of a racoon. His tail is tipped in the same ebony as are his toes. His eyes are a deep rust shade and they glint towards every crevice which could possibly hold a White Fyre member. For he walked in front of his beta female not because of a higher rank, but because if any were shot at, he would be in front of her in a flash. He was her body guard, appointed to her by Arcane, who had feared fo rhis wife. 'Though you are greatly stronger than any of those you fight, a lucky centuar arrow could land a mark. One last swipe of your nemy could get you even if it isn't skill' he had said. And though Blizzard hadn't wanted the male along, Arcane hadn't taken no as an answer and he had appointed the proud male to protect Blizzard with his life. He was Almar, or Raider to his friends, because of his mask and ability of extreme thievary. He knows how to make himself act like he belongs, and thus, people think he does belong. Doing so, he can take or do anything he wants, and nobody would be the wiser. But now, he stood, proud and strong, before Blizzard, his huge gryphon like dark blood-tipped wings outstretched and furthur the illusion that he is larger than he really is.-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,300]-The large, hulky male follows, right behind Blizzard and her bodyguard. His coat shines a deep, eerie blood red hue in the light, clarifying the contrast between his white husky markings and deep blood red overcoat. His plume tail is hanging loosely over his back, touching his spine, and as he looks up to the rising sun, his eyes are obviously two-toned. One lightblue, one a deep redbrown. But both seem to be tainted with another color now. A light lavander. Which makes the blue look indigo and the redbrown look almost purple. The same lavander shade of his mother. For he thinks of her as he heads into battle- not sure if he's allowed to be here or not- ready to get the revenge he had wanted, dreamed of all too often. He would finally get his revenge for him, and his mother. Finally... Adrian's blood races and he can hear his heart beating in his ears.. thumpthump... thumpthump... he's ready.-[/glow]
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Post by Wonder on May 25, 2003 0:24:28 GMT -5
[glow=silver,3,300]-A good few miles from the oncoming forces, a strong male carried by large, falcon gray wings, navigated through the chilly morning air. His long, smooth dark brown coat was like a wave of fire; rippling over his form as he neared the ground. With the softest ‘thump,’ Cepheus landed on the rocky base of the Council Mountain. His wings folded at his sides as his silver grey eyes reflected off his black masked face.
He stood, and waited, knowing the SLers would be making their way here soon. He just had to wait for backup, unless it took too long. Then, he’d go forth alone…-[/glow]
[glow=lightblue,3,300]~In the shadows of the towering mountain peak, a pair of misty grey eyes watched the forces advance; flames burning from each hairline on the wolfess’ body. Specter sat and watched, from the dark, as the evil and good showdown came closer to starting. Her tail twitched in slight amusement and overall pent up energy. She wished they would just attack already. It didn’t matter to her that they were out-numbered…~[/glow][Keeping it short after that mega council post. More will be added ]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 25, 2003 17:58:36 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300] ~with her small lithe form, Hematite had quite quickly gained on and passed the other flying wolves. Her body was built for speed, and she landed softly beside Cepheus, an eager glimmer in her cat eyes. She did not fold her wings, knowing they would be needed to open super fast later on, and clasped them about her neck with the golden bat talons. Again her leathery black 'cape' drug the ground as she stepped a bit forward, black bush whipping out from under it~[/glow]
((note: i'm gonna be gone the rest of the day today and until at least 10 tomorrow. -will be locked in a chuch all nite long- and as fer meh date last nite dk, 'twas knee slappin funny. we saw Anger Management and at a time, Steve was laughing so hard that he threw a bag of M&Ms on the couple infront of us..they were open..and...er...melt in your hand...and hair...not in ur mouth? glee))
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Post by Schizophrenia on May 26, 2003 15:32:24 GMT -5
((guys, im sorry for not posting. my compy was cut off because of the storms. but you pretty much know what my chars would have done))
And it begins, they had all left the council and where here now...
Nova stood there. He had been there even before the SLer's had started up. His scruff blew slightly in the winds as his eyes glowed, his soul jumped and did flips inside. He was ready and the fight would commence soon. So much just blew past him, Keahi, loyal to Nova always, was at the council and so had many others he knew from outside. Shaking his head slightly, he looked towards the sky. Conjuring up some major spells, he sighed. His claws dug into the ground sending soil flying. He was ready, now could they win?
Desy had just begun to talk to her mate about pups, of course when this was all over with, when it came again. She smiled up at him, well while he was a black fog, and then nudged him when he returned. She smiled as she ran out and dissappeared [presenttime] Desy sat there, on a grassy knoll. Her eyes where endless white pools as she was ready with the moons power. She stood ready and willing. Muscles taunt as audits kissed her skull, hackles stood on end. Let it start, her body seemed to scream. She was rested and ready to taste blood
Destiny couldn't fight. She hoped her family would not hate her, but she was not the fighting type, she told herself this over and over again but as the battle started, something inside her snapped and she was out of the council, tail hung low, and ready. She stood there next to her sister, audits kissed her own crown as hackles stood on end. Saliva fell from her lips and she looked rabid.
Of course, when Zhaneels hand was taken and Nadia put her head upon his shoulder, he felt something inside snap.Fear, fear of losing her, fear of the pack being broken apart. He shook his head and put it behind him for the moment because he knew he had to have a clear mind if he would protect her, and them. As she rose and walked off, he soon followed. Coming to stand next to Nova, he pushed the male solemnly and smiled. Glancing around he looked for Nadia as he had used magic to come here. His golden tail swayed behind him as his hair flowed elegantly from his crown. His eyes held some ferver, something in them that seemed like he was hungry. And soon his hunger would be quenched
[tagai and the other 3, along with the phoe, will come up soon]
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Post by Lunar on May 26, 2003 16:10:17 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]-Lunar bounds down the steep mountain side...Her wings long since folded in. She looks around at her wolves, her pack, to the blood-stained beaches and then to their oppenents. A wave of deja-vu sweeps over her. Memories from the day before rush back..The image of Static's still body still fresh in her mind. They'd moved it, once the electricity in his fur had stopped bouncing. Moved it to the cavern that Fyre and so many others lay. Then she'd sealed the cavern with magick. Just in case they did loose the lake. Just incase NB did take over...She wasn't going to loose her precious cavern, she had taken so long to create..To work the magnificent imagery into to him..Sighing softly she looked around once again..She now knew the feeling of loosing a child, and she looked to Ghost fearing she might loose him as well, but instead of speaking she raises her muzzle in a howl..Asking her pack to pull together once again and to hold the SLers back-[/glow]
[glow=silver,2,300]-he flies from the mountain-side council...Looking to see the soft translucent blue bubble Pryde had placed around it. He looked at the red-stained beaches..He knew that they weren't prepared for such an attack. So soon after the first. He falls behind Cepheus. Even in his rank as an alpha pup his place in war was behind the betas. Especially an expierenced fighter...He was just another pack member when it came to fighting. He knew his place..Listening to his mother's call he adds his own slightly deepened tone to it..-[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]-He lands next to Nova, and therefore Zhaneel..He offers his leader a bow of his head before turning to look around at everyone thus far assembled. His slightly orangey eyes sweep the area quickly before returning to the uncoming forces. Sighing he too raised his muzzle to the song that Lunar was weaving into the hearts of her pack members..An attempt to encourage them he knew..-[/glow]
[glow=maroon,4,450]-she listens to the harmonic sounds rising from WhiteFyre's wolves and smirks softly...She nods to her forces, sending them forward...Now that she'd been spotted she needn't stand low. Her eyes go from their red-flecked gold to a white color...She pulls the dark magicks her father had taught her to her command...Then lets the spell loose..a dark orb appears..From it step the zombie-like werewolves that had been called in the battle before this. Her's however were a more off-black..They were a bit stronger than the ones that had been called before. She'd used deeper blacker magick in hopes of destroying more wolves than they'd managed to kill off before. Hoping to kill Lunar or Pryde. So that NB only had to worry about one of them-[/glow]
[[more chars to add..but i gotsa flu and im tired..ill try tew get on lata]]
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Post by FrostByte on May 26, 2003 20:38:47 GMT -5
[shadow=goldenrod,left,300]-Feeling immense irritation at these wolves, she instantly strings together spidery words all leading up to one final word, one final sylable that would activate the spell. She opens her eyes, looking around her. All these wolves, whom she knew and loved. Out of all these lives, most would be gone by the end of this battle, and more so after the next one and the one after that… no, they needed to win. They need to win this one. The pack doesn’t have the strength to continue on. It has to end here.
With that in mind, she speaks the last word of the spell and lets herself glow with a faint light golden aurora. She stands, and waits, ignoring the confused faces of her comrades. She lets the army of impending doom approach. Getting closer and closer… she smiles grimly, stepping forward, in front of her pack, taking her place in the front as the leader of this battle. This was her revenge. Her revenge- for taking what she held dearest. Taking her brother from her. Now she would make them pay. Now she would take from each of them what they held so dearly. She would take the one thing that could never be replaced. Their lives.
She lets herself levitate in the air, and morphs into her elven form- the form she had been waiting to take for days. Her stomach swells, but she ignores it. She tips his head back, letting her golden hair cascade down her back freely, ruffling in the wind. She closes her long curved lashes and surrenders her heart to the magic. A thin white beam shoots down from the heavens and goes through her chest, right into her heart. She opens her eyes, now glowing light blue and brings her hands up, a composer, ready to start her symphont of doom. And she pulls them down in one swift motion. A rumbling sound is heard. And to the ones of darkness looked at the ground- thinking it to be an earthquake, she could laugh. The rumbling increases, increases, increases until they seem to vibrate along with it.
A huge firey-white comet stikes the ground, creating a huge dent in the forces of the evil. Tiny and huge bits of rock and earth come flying towards her and the White Fyre forces, but the blue bubble-like aurora protects them, as it should. She slowly allows herself to lower, finally once again on the ground. She stays in her elven form, walking gracefully back to her post, still glowing, her eyes still a faint blue lavander. An unusual look upon her face. She had never known this power. She had known she had magic, but… but this, this is huge, and she doesn’t even feel weak. In fact, with the magic running through her viens, she feels stronger. She had become stronger than her mother had been. She had become almost as strong as Lunar and Pryde, and then close to the legendary Fyre.
With that, she turns quickly, her clothes in tatters, but not caring. Her large plump belly shows through the broken velvet, but she doesn’t care. Her hair curls arund her head, half burned, but she doesn’t care. She instantly magics a long javalin into her hands and runs towards to evil forces, feeling the pound of the wolves behind her upon the ground.- [/shadow][glow=maroon,2,300]-He smiles grimly as he advances, knowing by the gasping faces he can already see clearly upon the faces of his foe. He knows that he holds the upper hand here, because they were too full of themselves, too righteous, to attack one of their own blood. Especially one they had ‘betrayed’ and felt they still owed. But he- his blood pumps with the thrill and escasty of battle. He can hear nothing in his head but the ‘thump thump’ of his heartbeat. He has no such weakness, suchas love, or pity. He only has anger.
But his anger is pushed aside as the huge comet comes crashing down upon hundreds of forces behind him. He sees Blizzard behind pushed forward, her body guard in front of her, taking most of the damage. He, however, doesn’t fall into a rut and hope rock won’t come raining down upon him. He races forward, towards the attacking forces, quite a few behind him only slightly, his mouth foaming. He would get his revenge. And he would get it today. Pity he does’t see Spirit, he makes a mental note to find the wolf once they had taken over the area.-[/glow][god-moding? You betcha. Not very long, but only two characters due to laziness so get over it and reply ]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 26, 2003 21:28:45 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300] ~now Hematite sprung. With wings still clasped she leapt with no sound uttered into the air, spread her bat appendages and glided down silently onto a wolf's back. Before the creature could scream, the vixen's venomous fangs struck the vein, and she leapt away, the wolf would die in a matter of minutes. she watched as it spluttered, suffocated, and died. Then she sprang up in an arc as she was narrowly missed by a foam-mouthed half-wolf. she landed and craned her neck to look at him as he was running. she had a feeling he was quite powerful, and was about to follow and strike, when a coaly werewolf caught her eye. she smirked. this would be fun. she opened her wings to full length and began to glide over~[/glow]
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Post by Dyssfunkshinel on May 27, 2003 18:04:30 GMT -5
=there was a slow, cloudy blur as Avalanche plummeted from the sky onto the backs of two wolves, ranks closed. He was surprised, but battle instinct takes over instantly, and in mere moments both wolves are fallen and soul-less. He jumps over both bodies, closing his sharp wings with a flutter and staring down those near him. he snarls warningly and is satisfied when most SLers continue on their way, and the others begin to close in. He smirked. Finally! His own environment!=
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Post by Trinnybean on May 28, 2003 19:41:01 GMT -5
Joining the song of his wolven brethren, a deep voice calls out a single note, adding to the song. The walk to the battlegrounds had winded Mitul slightly; but he continued forth on his three remaining legs until he'd reached the pack. He stood silently, not watching the wolf go through the transformation into elf. He could feel the magic heavily in the air, but he ignored it. With his head low, he watched for the enemy. A growl of anticipation escapes him; he doesn't even try to stop it. It seemed to be the only thing breaking the silence before the storm of battle. The sphere of protection creates a barrier between the WhiteFyre wolves and the ShadowLanders; he waits. A gentle breeze possesses the shaggier strands of hair upon his coat and they dance breifly; but Mitul's mentality was as hard as stone. There were nearly a dozen or so pups that needed protection; and he was a guardian of the young. With his inner monologue, he speaks to various packmembers. Of course, no one would hear his messages unless they were the ones to invade his mind as he'd not been gifted with telepathy, but to silently speak to them gave Mitul strength. -Lunar, Pryde... I thank you for your understanding and acceptance upon my arrival with Ra. You are both magnificent leaders; it is an honor to fight beside you. Wonder... even in your time of hardship, you have held strong and never let your packmates down. If I could ever amount to half the wolf you are, I would die happy. Honor, Rhia... good luck with the little ones. Protect them well; you will both make wonderful parents. Rhia.... your parents loved you; may you never forget that. Ra... be strong, for even though I may not be with you in body by sundown, I will be with you always. As long as you remember me, I will be there. Apollo..... ((insert long dramatic pause here))... I will not make the same mistake twice. This is for you, lil'man, and for every pup out there that ever needed somebody to guard them. I care not if they speak of me after my death. I care not if they call me a hero. If my death saves the life of another, my purpose will have been served.- Having mentally said his peace, he stands ready and waits for the attack.
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Post by MM on May 31, 2003 10:25:24 GMT -5
~*runs around trying to find Ghost and ready to attack any who aren't on her side...*~ ((sorry I haven't been able to get online in so long!))
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Post by FrostByte on Jun 11, 2003 22:49:30 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]-He starts to instantly snarl, making sure to keep near his beta female at all times. He lunges out at random intervals when one with white fur passes by him- whether they be on his side or theirs. His fur stands on end, his wings are still spread out, to buy him room in the crowded battlefield- and make sure he could stay near his ‘assignment’. Thus he looks even larger than her truly is- still.
His rusty eyes glint and glimmer with excitement, and bloodthirst. He needs to leave. He needs to kill something. But he can’t. If he leaves he’d be abandoning his post- and though not one to normally care, he was earning a wonderful reputation with the alpha’s and beta’s as we speak. He cries out, adding to the noise and confusion, a long, sour note. Full of angst. He was in a war, but he could not fight unless Blizzard was attacked.- [/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,300]-He stops running as he feels something bump up against him, but by the time he moves his head back, whatever it was is gone, and the trampling wolves behind him have swept past him. Though he was sure the White Fyre’s had seen him, leading them down to face their own sweet sweet victory, now, he was positive they couldn’t. It would be impossible. And that was how he liked it.
At first, he lets the others go in front of him, lunging madly at the bubble. The bubble which Frost’s attack had magically, though unknowing to her, dented, disfigured, injured. It takes not much at all to wear the front of it down and once a small bit is popped, the wolves stream in.
He uses his place as cover, stalking closer... closer… closer. Until finally. He pounces.
He leaps out in front of whom he thought to be Nadiah- the centuaress skilled with a bow- the very one who had taunted Auriella in the previous battle, and who had cast a spell on death upon were’s specifically chosen to finish off Lunar and Pryde. She needed to be taken out. And he planned to be on the one to do it. But of course- those were his thoughts when he still believed who had had jumped out in front of was, indeed, Nadiah.
Instead, ht had revealed himself to Ani- the younger counterpart of the long-haired half-horse lady. But, all the better, he supposed. Nadiah took out wolves Auriella knew…so he would take out a centuar Nadiah knew- her sister.
He stalks forward, his elongated canines dripping with saliva as he longs for the feel of blood upon his lips. How he longs for it. It’s obvious that this girl knows nothing of fighting. She simply backs up, trembling slightly, grabbing rocks and throwing them madly at him. Only one came close enough to hit him, and it was easily dodged. He grins satanicly. She would be easy prey.- [/glow]
[glow=navy,2,300]-She lets herself be cornered up against the huge, cold rocky side of the mountain, unknowingly. Obviously knowing not the least thing about battle. Had this been any of the other centuars, they would have instantly gone onto the attack, bucking, lunging, rearing, they would have done anything to unnerve Adrian, make him back up and blow his safe cover. But this was not a skilled fighter, this was a 13 year old girl.
She racks her mind for spells, anything, anything at all that could aid her. She comes across many, but once she concentrated on one, she is simply brought back to reality by the sound of the pebble on the ground behind unearthed by the wolves slow steps. All the other noises of battle seem to leave and all she can hear are the echoing sound sof the pebbles moving, and the growl, growing from deep in his throat. It’s not use, she can’t concentrate. She just stares, fixated upon his eyes.- [/glow]
[shadow=goldenrod,left,300]-She looks shocked at first, the ShadowLander’s had broken through without them killing more than twenty. Now they all streamed in and she realizes she had done most of the damage to whatever part of the bubble her spell had touched. She had ruined Pryde’s spell and she had ruined their main defense. She curses herself and instantly summons again, the angel wolves which she called upon last battle.
Each wolf bears her appearance, but only the true one has her own goldenrod eyes, the eyes she was not born with, the eyes which had magically changed when she became an outcast. Not part of the pack. She smiles slightly at her creations.
They swoop down out of the air, some sending shocks of lightning, ice, earth, fire, darkness, or light at their opponents from the air, some simply landing and fighting wolf on wolf. Their odds were better, slightly. But even with the comet, and her angel wolves- the odds were against them. How had NightBlade managed to get so many wolves? Surely they could not all be real… so many much had been magically created. They had to have been.
With those thoughts, she begins to retreat, letting the wolves behind her and above her fight the real battle. She was starting to feel tired, and her stomach had suddenly grown an ache.
Feeling slightly woozy and green, she backs away into the forest to watch until the sickness would pass.- [/shadow]
-She watches everything. Before she can act, she feels… stunned. She simply stands there. Was that truly her mother? The one who had sat at the dinner table, looking so petite, lady-like, beautiful, regal. Was this wild woman really her? How could they be the same person. How could her mother- her pregnant mother, really do all these spells and not be the least bit tired?
But her questions are answered as she blinks and Frost is gone. ‘She has retreated,’ she thinks to herself. ‘She has left, but there’s no doubt, she’s still watching.
With that, she heads on into battle, becoming ‘magically’ unstuck from her spot as her thoughts approach back to the battle. She rushes forward, tired and wobbly, but ready with her magic.
She slowly makes her way through the crowded rocks, slashing through when need be. She insantly sinks her fangs into the neck of one were and hears the thumping on the ground of another behind her. She instantly pivets around a complete 180 degress, slashing madly at it’s throat. Such acrobatics are impressive, but after killing 8 or so wolves in this manner, she’s already tired out. Completely tired.
This discourages her. She would never be as good as Frost. She could never be her. For Frost had done all those things- summoned angel wolves twice in such a close period, and summoned a comet from the heavens big enough to fill the whole lake, and just now was becoming tired. It’s a depressing thought, really.
She spreads her wings, her fangs beared as she snaps at a were which claws at the tip of the feathers. With that, she takes to the air. The ground was too chaotic, too intense. She could never cast spells there.
First, she locks onto a particuarly large were, next to a scrawny but lithe one. She strikes them both down with lightning. She freezes the paws of another to the ground, his face full of terror, stuck that way forever as it goes flying through the air, taken off by an angel wolf, who suddenly didn’t look so angelic anymore. She unearths the ground beneath five more, letting them fall to the ground, helpless, like babies, their backbones completely exposed.
She burns another alive and smiles grimly, continuing on, releasing elements of magic she never knew she had possesed- Earth, Fire, Lightning, Ice? She had always specialized in healing and darkness, strange as it sounded. And now she was destroying others with spells just as powerful, but not of her element. And a grin is let go from her toothy mouth as she thinks of what her own elemental spells could do.
She lets a beam of darkness go, straight at one were. It divides itself up, striking four more down, instantly stealing their souls, sending them to the next world, and sucking their power. Each bolt of black instantly changes color- to the color of the wolves magic aura. One is blue, two brown, one black and the last deep forest green. They all zap back into her and she feels s lightly jolt and a rush of power.
Each of their strongest powers had been transferred to her.
But as the battle rages on below her, she starts to feel dizzy, as though the earth were standing still, and she simply spinning… spinning… spinning. She glides away from the battle. She could not stay there any longer. Instead, she lands on the rocks below the mountainside, not feeling up to flying all the way up to the enterance to the council. She would certainly have to get used to controlling this new power.
Her temples throb, her vision gets blurry, her throat starts to close up, drying out. The power was eating her from the inside out, it begged to be released. She lets shocks of power through her feet to the ground, it vibrates a bit but nothing breaks as the shocks wear themselves out or continue on to the center of their planet. And with that, weakened from strength, (hurray for oxymorons) she passes out at the base of their council mountain.-
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Post by FrostByte on Jun 11, 2003 22:51:12 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]-She enters the battle tired, weak, and sluggish. But at her first wound- as meer as it is, she wakes up, snaps out of it. She can’t die. She can’t leave her children here without a mother. She can’t fight like she had just come out of a coma, after all, other’s who had given birth recently were fighting too.
Finally, she fights back, slashing madly at a were long after his raspy breathing had stopped. And then she stops and moves to the next one, quickly tiring herself out. And it hits her that this would be the way to kill herself of fatigue if anything.
At a few words of magic, the ground around her and only her rumbles. The dirt and rock ground opens and small creatures come from it. Some resemble birds, each with wings of fire, but instead of white, blue, red, golds, oranges… it was forest green, white, silver, gray, and black. The others were small creatures, resembling wolverines, but larger with thicker hides and magically gleaming eyes. Of each type there were only 3, each made specifically to encircle her and fight her battles for her.
This- now this, she can do. She simply walks through the battle, tsktsking at the others who do it the hard way. She heals a wolverine, bringing it back from near death as it received a poisoned bite from the were it was killing. Yes indeed, the was the way for war.- [/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]-He watches, half shadow, half wolf. He feels no strong need to fight in this battle. His brother had done all he would do and so far, he had been watching Lunar, and she seemed fine. He had yet to find Desy, which worried him, but if he left his post, behind quite a few particuarly large pine trees, shrowded in their shadows, then he would risk loosing his head, not being particularly good in hand to hand combat.
He had had his draconians do all his hand to hand, paw to paw, claw to claw fighting for him. But now they were gone- the only two which stayed with him had departed this world, one having been poisened by a king cobra, which had convienently bitten him in the one place they were truly vunerable- just below the flap of their wings, and the other having departed quickly after, from grief if anything else.
He had never wanted to create more- for to do so would just create more problems for those who believed he did it for more power- to take over the pack as he had previously done. But he had all the power he wanted. True, he missed his body guards, they were his friends, but he could do nothing for them but find a nice place in which they could be buried. He had chosen a descrete corner of the burial chamber, the same one his parents lay buried in, as did Lunar’s parents.
But now, he snaps back to reality, doing nothing bu keeping a keen eye out for Desy. He had no desire to join the battle unless provoked, and then he would only do so with his magic.-[/glow]
[5 pages, not bad. I should have added more characters, Nadiah, Aubri, Pryde, but I got Lazy. It’s been too long since one of my long posts- I’m a bit rusty. Anyways. To address… shit… that needs to be addressed. *cough*
I don’t know what I’m going to do with Ani, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to intervene. Yes, NS does seem a bit self-absorbed, but he’s not. He just knows his weaknesses a bit too much. *ahem* Frost’s out for a bit, but she’ll be back and I’ll prolly bring Crystal back too… eventually. Yes, I did enjoy writing Earth's post. She's still so much like a kid, it's fun. ;D Now Hank’s acting up and trying to freeze every five minutes, so, without further ado. I post]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Jun 13, 2003 19:06:58 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]Nova watched down below him, his head canted to the side. He would not enter the battle yet, for he would watch and attack a weak point. He looked towards the sky, his eyes holding sorrow and grief that he had never dared to, and howled. A battle howl, also containing a note of sorrow. This was the first time he missed his mother, and felt the pain and fear from many battles before, but with a deep inhale, he released it all in that howl, and now stood stronger and sturdier than ever.
He sent a Telepath to Lunar 'Hold me close to you Lunar, as a pillar to hold you up with" and with this he began to summon magic, holding it in his crimson clawed grasp. His sides heaved as he breathed, but yet he did nothing, not yet. He turned his nigrescent head, his ashen gaze falling upon Keahi "You are and always will be loyal to me. But I bid you, not to attack yet. We must attack a weak spot once we find one. Do as you wish yet, and wait for my mark." He smiled at him, this was like the wars he had fought in when he first became Leader Of The Rings, and it felt good. Those good old times.... [/glow]
[glow=Navy,2,300]Desy's sable body seemed to sway for a moment, seemed to buckle and break, but it did nothing close. She was remembering her mother, how much her mother loved to battle. She shook her head before she leapt into the sky and took flight, her white eyes glowing and her talons outstretched. She soared above them, like a graceful bird, a raven, the symbol of death and destruction.
She spoke words, weblike designs seemed to dance in front of her before she screamed a fearful battle cry, a sound like thousands of black ravens being tortured in Hell, and then it stopped, almost suddenly, and a large portion of the black beasts below, on the other side, fell dead. She growled and sighed, she would not be able to do that again. Heaving her sides once more she flowed with the winds, almost like she danced a tango with them and challenged them to there very caresses of the four corners of the world. She fell then, dived towards the ground dreadfully fast and fell upon a black wolf, tearing into its flesh, removing hide from the bones below before latching her teeth into its neck, and another call emitted from vocals, a challenging call, and she hoped from one black wolf to another.... [/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]Destiny had always been a tender beast, had always been over looked, and the only wolf to ever be held close to her heart was her Amaroq. She herself wanted to speak to him of pups when this was all over, and she hoped he would fully accept her into his heart once more. She blamed herself for almost being killed and having just returned.
She shook this from her mind and her elegant golden climax rose into the airs, almost as powerfully as that of her sister. She growled with growing emotion and fell to the ground ravenously, latching her teeth into the flesh of black wolves she hoped where on the other side, and as she rose once more, sending lightning bolts towards black bodies, watching them fall to the ground black and soot trodden. Her fur stood in the air, as lightning seemed to build up around her, till it seemed her fate would be equal to that of Static Bolt. But she floated there for a moment longer, letting the magic grow till it seeped over, letting it grow to barriers she never dared to stand by...[/glow]
[glow=white,2,300]Zhaneels massive body towered over Novas only by mere inches as he watched to creature grow and his magic seemed to drip from his body. He clicked his tongue, not yet seeing Nadia, and leapt down the side of the rocks he stood on, coming to a graceful halt by the ground.
He looked around, seeing Nadia, or at least he though, but then found it to be Ani. He began to approach her before seeing a wolf jump down in front of her, and he growledcrunching through wolves to come to her side "Leave Her Be" His voice seemed to boom out from corners of the sky, seemed to ring out around the creatures and come from them all at once. His staff was pointed at the wolf and all he did was wait[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]A large black shadow flew into the sky, flames licking his massive body as his dark endless eyes seemed to glare down at the creatures below. A caw came from darkened beak, vocals hoarse and raspy at the moment. He flew down, breathing flames straight at Blizzard as if to challenge her and those surrounding her before he retreated back into the air, conjuring up more magic. He cawed once more and a growl, like no bird before, seemed to rumble the ground below. He blew out his breath once and soared down, throwing shards of glass at black wolves that crossed his path. Shapa was nothing like his father before him, for Skan was not evil. Shapa had been born evil, but when in company of others, he could deceive them, but no matter how evil he was, he was always respectful, as he was towards Lunar. He threw a glance at Lunars forces, throwing random magic at those that flew close to him. His black mane of feather seemed to touch the ground as he flew down and then back up, ridding the plane of even more black beasts.[/glow]
[glow=brown,2,300]Bria, the smallest of the two sister, flew in, coming up out of the horizon behind Nova and Keahi, and where Zhaneel had leapt from. Her tawny body gleamed with youth as she had just lost the soft downy of her feathers from childhood. She had just touched the age of battle for a gryphon before Lord Tagai came to fetch her and she went willingly for Lord Tagai had always been her role model. She had loved his courageous, fearless body since she was a fledgeling, and when his mate left him, she was sad for him also. But his faithful beta, Aubri, was always there. She even though they would get together, but she didn't know now.
She shook her past memories from her head, her beak tipped with gold from her royal bloodline, for her mother and father where gammas in Tagais clan, and let a youthful call go into the air, although the call wasn't anything like the other birds. This was her first time in battle and she truly hoped she would prove worthy to Lord Tagai. Her wings flapped strong gusts as she dived down, landing on the ground. She struck at Slers with her beak and threw random spells at them, for she had just began to dab in the lore of the olden magic her clan used[/glow]
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Post by Schizophrenia on Jun 13, 2003 19:24:40 GMT -5
[glow=beige,2,300]And from the horizon, just behind her sister, came Cyra, the biggest of the sisters. Her own tawny body held age, for she was 4 years older than her sister. She had always the the practical of the two, never dreaming or holding fantasy moments in her strong claws. She had joined the battalions of the 4th League just 2 years ago, being the youngest to achieve the rank of Commander and only in 4 months. They had hated her for being a female, but Lord Tagai had told them females where as strong as males, and then he had given Aubri a sly glance before he left. When he came to her for this mission, she had happily obliged and ran with him and her sister, and the handsome Xerxes
Her tawny mane caught the light of the sun, glowing rather precipitously as she herself glared down at the evil wolves with equal force. Her brass tipped wings where heavy, and she had just gotten used to them when she came here, but she fell to the ground and landed with grace, letting her wings fall over the heads of many SLers, and her brass knuckled hands crushed there skulls with all the force she could muster. Her black talons digging at the eyes of many that threw themselves at her, though they fell to the ground only half-seconds afterwards[/glow]
[glow=Gold,2,300]And the handsom Bronze male decided to show himself afterwards, flying neck and neck with Lord Tagai. Xerxes swooped down below in a fury of shadows, casting darkening spells upon many SLers, causing them to go blind. The sides of his beak pulled back as he smiled looking around for Lunar. As he did not see her, he perched upon the rock next to Nova, glowering down upon those below him.[/glow]
The black gryphon next to Xerxes was none other than Lord Tagai. His black climax seemed to catch the suns radiant light and flashed it back upon the WhiteFyre wolves, his massive wingspan seemed to reach to the ends of the earth. The jewels that once layed upon his neck where no longer there, but he still had the air of a king. Swooping down beside Xerxes he watched Cyra and Bria. He smiled proudly at them and turned his attention to the other wolves. They fought with a new vidality, a new fire seemed to burn deeply in there souls and he knew it was Lunar who did this, because she stood high and firm upon her ground and seeing her confidence put this new vigor into the hearts and souls of the others. He croocked a talon and scratched his ear before letting a loud caw echo across the lands, but other than this Nova, Tagai, and Xerxes stood perched upon the rocks and watched, the magic around them growing to dangerous levels. For now, the three watched, for the battle below had not yet touched dangerous places
From the shadows behind Blizzards strike stood a large panther like creature. A gorrta. She watched the pack below, the White Fyres, and almost laughed aloud at there pityful fighting. Even the Gryphons and Phoe did not scare her. She pulled herself back, sitting on her rump and yawned. Her eyes glowed a deep red now and her black body was dull. Her massive muscles taut as she looked for Scar, the male that had caught her sights earlier. Her rough pink tongue lolled out of her mouth as she yawned once more. She looked lazy, but in truth she was not, only bored. Shaking her head she continued to watch them.
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