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All Welcome Expect the Unexpected - Death
Posted 05-04-2017, 06:07 PM |
Kaley
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
Some things cannot be explained. Months prior to this day, Kaley had unexpectedly come across a rabid raccoon in the daytime. The vicious creature had attacked her, and so Kaley isolated herself from Wind to prevent anyone else from getting this newly-learned transmittable disease.

Kaley had tried. Failed, but tried, to find a cure. Eventually, the disease began to eat away at her brain, so much that she knew she needed help from someone -- someone who, perhaps knew the disease better than anyone. But she didn't want them to get the disease in case they didn't know, so she waited.

And for once, waiting did not heal her wounds. One night, the poor girl hallucinated a dream so real, she left her den to follow the imaginary Alistar. He had wanted to show her something, and Kaley was oh so engrossed with the surprise. However, upon realizing that it was all not real, her unstable mind made her grow angry, infuriated. He had lied, and now she wanted him to share her pain.

And so here she is, still searching for him. Day has broken not so long ago, and the cold winds carries her snarls and growls and barks across the Hill. Her fur is ruffled and matted, unkempt, so unlike the Kaley they once knew. Foam surrounds her maw, blood and fur cakes her paws as they had been on and off constantly scratching at her sore, red skin. Blood covers her but not by much -- the rabid wolf was loose and looking for an opponent.

I do intend for Kaley to die in this thread, one way or another (either by being attacked by another member for being too out of control, or accidentally killing her). Unless you want otherwise, Kaley will not infect your character -- so please, do not fear posting!
Tyrus Philippa Niyole Lyra Squirrel










Posted 05-05-2017, 12:24 AM |
Ryu
Rogue Wolf
Male, 3.00
Meso-fighter
35 in, 125 lbs
39 ep
© sea
HOW CRUEL THE BONDS OF FATE
the wretched beast may yet be persecuted for the way he dances across the borders of mortals. the lines are arbitrary, especially of those which lock away his beloved. habitual creature; he watches all too often from a distance, to keep tabs on his blood and ties. she is his weakness -- the downy woman is the crowned jewel to his superficial empire. she must be acquitted before he can move on, and this he has known for far too long. ( but accepting, oh, that is the challenge ) he is not, however, ready when the eerie breeze of death crawls over his skin. disease fills his nostrils on his patronage to xyntanza's borders. soulless azure reignite with new bonds of life. something rouses within him. for what seems like the first time, life flickers within his cold and echoing cages. limbs crackle to work within moments. he charges full force; he cares not for the matters of pack wolves, though perhaps deep inside he worries that they might recognize him. or worse, of course. his father could appear. a chilling thought indeed, but kaley is at the forefront of the dragon's soaring skull.

she is but a husk. a vessel to transport the goods of the underworld in tow. he finds her at a distance, and stops his concerned scramble for her. a swarm of flurried thoughts reach the once boy. he grows small -- no, no, she can't have been taken. not her, not now. the outlanders know well of the foaming disease that catches its opponents and sends them lunging at their friends and family. ( twist of irony, taste my rebellion. ) outrage simmers its slow and upbraiding ascent through his body. it roars through his toes and cascades across the soil he grips with blunted claws. he can't have saved her. not now, not in any dimension of this moment. he promised her the protections of his legions. the gods know she was never meant to fade away. ( she isn't like them, oh temporary flowers whose petals drip down like acid and foil into ugly things! she is eternal, she --

she isn't like them. and he won't allow her to fall to their level.

he approaches carefully. his jaw is clenched, eyes raw with frigid emotion. but the creature does not transfer raw feeling like that of regular men. this becomes ever so apparent as her eyes come within view. screams and cacophonies of wartorn countries remain locked within their all too ravaged centers. the sound of drums crack across his ears. in the distance, the sound of his brother's agonized cries. the sobbing of his mother ( when he held her tightly and first felt the power of holding a soul in one's hands ), and then the world ceases. it ceases as his snout lifts, courage meeting her. his gaze goes dry, cold, expansive. ( save me )

he hardly maintains the defenses he usually does. features grow hard and statuesque, impossible to grasp. body seems eerily calm, subject to immense concentration. in this instant, he allows the angel of death to take his limbs and pierce his nerves. and just as quickly as he came, worried little brother from their days of cheer and sweet ambitions, he is gone. ryu ceases, just as the world does.

he keeps himself slow, calculated. he is a stable force, an almost godlike figure as he strolls forward. hard edge holds steady along his sculpted brow. he keeps the right distance, but comes close enough just to provoke a movement from her leftover vessel. he will wait for this movement ( diseased beasts become all too predictable in light of their internal deaths ) before making any sort of move. any sort of movement toward him, and he will use his lithe and healthy build to side-step her, in a sort of dodge. he will use this opportunity, if given at all, to lunge in surprising force and stamina. jaws will splay up and body will jolt down. the direction by which he attacks will depend on her previous movements, but he will attempt to circle back to her neck in any case. he will attempt to catch the top of his jaw across kaley's sternomastoideus, hopefully hooking his bottom jaw and teeth across her windpipe and crunching in there to crush the spirits that drag inside her. if any part of his attack is successful, he will be coldly mindful of her dangerous and virus carrying mouth. he will maneuver his body to swing as far away from her snapping teeth as is possible. his eyes squeeze down and snout wrinkles out of habit during his attempt, but little other movements are made to protect himself.

if even allowed this intimate moment and intense space with her, emotions will rush over and converge with his ever weakening body. he fights internally to keep the humanity back. for if he can't have her, no one in this life can. that much he can ensure.

ryu vs kaley
for release from this life
round one.
timeout unnecessary.

Kaley -- note that some conditionals are included in this post. this is mainly for the sake of speeding things up, but i will edit them out and reformat if you prefer them not be present <3











Posted 05-06-2017, 02:36 AM |
Wind ( Staff )
Tyrus
Wind Alpha
Male, 3.0
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
424 ep
© Hae


Kaley. Her scent had been absent as of late, her scent a soft source in the wind that never seemed tangible enough to follow. The last meeting had left many faces lost – and even one severely injured - and he had felt the lack of her jovial personality, as well as talents. Loretta, Kolzak – Davida, even. It was hard to remain resolute against the previous Queen’s taunts, but… his efforts revealed failure. Floating inches above the ground with his ragged ear twitching rapidly, the somber King tirelessly scoured the hidden valleys and cliffs for anything amiss, battling unearthly gales and uneven terrain (his own mind, even). More often than not, he found nothing. It filled him with a listlessness, a sense of unease that coldly gripped the back of his neck. The day had only just broken when the wind whispered disease, a low rumble that caused him to pause and stare searchingly into the distance. Is that…? He didn’t waste another second when the second snarling bark came to him, distorted and incomprehensible.

He flew through the air (hover and agility), shifting his center of gravity lower, joints bent and thick skull level with his spine for greater aerodynamics. His ribcage flexed as he breathed, every inhale and exhale precise and controlled. The struggled, disturbed cries continued and grew louder, and it is with alarm that his journey suddenly becomes desperate. The scenery rushed by, but his narrowed blue eyes captured the two figures in the distance the moment they blurred into existence. Intruder! The beast within the gargoyle recognized the war-dance, the vehemence of the dragon, and attributed his presence to Kaley’s obvious distress, her disheveled and poisonous appearance – the acrid stench in the air. All conscious thought fell away with the overwhelming desire to protect and defend, and it is with righteous fury that he meets his enemy with jaws wide. He aimed his mass toward Ryu’s right flank, effectively trying to use his weight and speed as a battering ram, while simultaneously reaching to viciously sink his fangs into the lower area of his opponent’s lumbar vertebrae. He would have come with only the sound of rushing air, of his own frame whistling through time and space. You dare! The punishment for his crime, for daring to shatter her precious innocence, was death. Unforgivable. As he moved, his tail whipped behind him for balance, toes spread for possible traction. Get away from her! The angle of his jawline prevented his jugular from being accessible, the thick skin on his scruff. Only his ears kept upright, moving rapidly to call upon the Gods as needed to enact vengeance.

tyrus vs ryu
to protect kaley, unaware of rabies at this moment
01 out of 0?
00 out of 0? days

endomorph / 37" / 133 lbs
363 EP
2 win / 1 draw / 1 undecided
active, excellent health











Posted 05-06-2017, 09:52 AM |
Kaley
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
Mindless; the raging animal is all tooth and claw. She knows nothing but one thing: how to kill, how to maim. Her nose feverishly picks out the fresh scent of another wild beast, and without hesitation she is all fury and fur -- lunging towards her new opponent without lag or specific aim. She misses, and her jaws snap on nothing but air as he side-steps her and lunges back around to aim for her box cord. Once more, her jaws snap viciously for any type of hold. The power behind his grip causes the beast to both growl and whimper in pain, toes splayed as her forepaws try desperately to cling on to him in some way, as her jaws have nowhere to cling on to and her powers useless to the walking zombie.

Mindlessly, she moves even further into his attack, her only goal to have those slick teeth cling to his life and take it. Like a bullet, another animal barges into the scene with his own show of flashy fangs and shiny nails. Her brain takes this as yet another signal to fight -- another bit of prey to take the life of. But her fate seems sealed with the first's wrapped around her neck. It is only in the event that he looses his hold that her attention would shift not to the first's one, but the newer one to arrive. She catches his attention more now, and she wanted him to be her first kill.

Instantly, her backlegs would bend to make way for a faster charge, so she could lunge for the newer one's throat, moreso on the right side of his neck, and pin him underneath her until the life was gone from his eyes.

Ryu & Tyrus vs Kaley
To kill or be killed
Move 1
4 days to respond
32" | 118lbs | meso-fighter
Health is fair*
No previous spar experience
*Noted fair instead of poor as she is still in good enough shape to fight, but rabid
Ryu










Posted 05-06-2017, 11:06 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.
The wind delivers unto him a cacophony of chaos; it ensnares his ears, snatching them forward as he halts his patrol of Wind's perimeter mid-stride. Concern flickers across his sharp visage for a moment, and he is off. His paws strike the ground beneath with thunderous intent as he veers off-course, igneous eyes narrowed against the tumultuous winds ripping through his mane. Agility and hover become his saving grace, empowered by his elongated tail rapidly swishing in his wake. He's a blue-black streak of ink and gunmetal, bleeding through clusters of saplings and swaying grasses to thrust his eyes upon the distant scuffle. But it is more than that, he finds, as he nears and the harrowing battle-cry of an intruder, clearly at war with the legionnaire's reigning King. The sight squeezes his heart in a vengeful vice-grip, and grappling talons uproot small shoots from the earth beneath him as he tears forth, jowls ducked and pried wide for a strike meant to bring the battle to a harrowing end. And then, at the last moment, his breath catches and he haphazardly scrambles to thrust his limbs wide and skid to a stop. His glowering visage morphs first into one of confusion, before skepticism seeps in to seize his mind. The scene makes no sense; clearly, the unknown male is an intruder -- but Anaxagoras peers closer, quickly looking to discern the details before throwing himself into the flames. Her eyes are wide and her jowls frothing, gnashing blindly as they search for a target. Now, he understands. The moment she lunges for Tyrus, he instinctively reacts. Anaxagoras resumes course, tail lashing wildly as he reaches deep within for Haruko's gift -- preparing, just in case; he feels the tug of turbulent winds around him beginning to bend and bow beneath his will, meek and subservient to the amulet gleaming 'round his throat. " TYRUS! " he bellows, his guttural voice vexed by the scene. He fears, now, the infection of another -- and all he can manage to think is gods, not Tyrus! Not Tyrus! " GET OUT OF THERE, SHE'S ILL AND NOT IN CONTROL! " Without waiting for his comrade to respond, Anaxagoras curves around in a tight arc, aiming to strike at Kaley from behind. His ears fold as eyes remain narrowed, lips writhing away from gleaming fangs. Though the wounds of his face have scabbed over and begun to heal, they shift and pull from the influence of his gaping jaws. His tail waves steadily behind him, outstretched for added balance as he pushes off the ground at the last possible moment with vehemence and reckless force. The motion propels him through the air, a move meant to carry him through the air to land upon her back. Simultaneously, he seeks to latch a firm hold of the scruff between Kaley's shoulderblades -- much like he'd attempted with his sister. But this time, he ventures not to dominate if successful, but to yank backwards - hard - in a fierce, desperate attempt to pry her from the entangled battle to prevent detrimental harm to the King -- and, ultimately, he means to slaughter her as swiftly as possible.

Anaxagoras vs Kaley
to kill
move zero of ?
health: good ( some residual superficial wounds, scabbed and healing over )
elements: engaged
dodge: available
372 EP
four spars: 2 victories, 1 draw, 0 defeats, 1 pending.











Posted 05-06-2017, 04:20 PM |
Wind ( Admin )
Niyole
Wind Pupsitter
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
32 in, 122 lbs
170 ep
© Megaman
Agile for her size, the body is trained for maximum speeds, only heightened with the use of agility. Quick onto the scene, sunrise peach eyes scan the scene with analytical precision. Hackles rise against her backside in anticipation of battle as her body shoots across the grass to aide Tyrus in protecting Kaley from the onslaught of attackers. Her timing allows Anaxagoras's words to hammer into the still prone ears. Legs swerve, arcing away from the attackers with intelligence enough to wonder what illness could cause Kaley to lose control. Instead of join the fray she hovers on the outskirts of events, eyes wide, breath ragged from the use of her power as she watches. Horror crept across the bright optimism of her brain as she realized this was a fight to the death. A piece of life she'd yet to witness, nor did she want to and yet her eyes could not tear away from the unwritten death of the healer she'd once sought a friendship with.

Niyole is observing

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Posted 05-10-2017, 08:56 AM |
Philippa
Rogue Wolf
Female, 3.25
Meso-runner
32 in, 100 lbs
241 ep
© Julie
With the intention of checking on the two tail-less pups in her care, the Izaakian woman moves across the hillside like the gales encircling the mountain. There is an unkempt quality about her appearance rising from the leonine mane, a mark of her heritage. Philippa wears a pleasant smile strewn across the deep chocolate mask that curves around her features in the shape of a heart. She is content, but not for long -- to her right, a commotion brews and she ambles forward on svelte limbs to investigate. To her horror, she cannot believe the scene that unfolds before her. Kaley, sweet and dear Kaley, provoked in battle against Tyrus and Anaxagoras, with a man bearing familiarity from a time long ago. Niyole was an onlooker, thank heavens, and as Philippa tries to understand what has caused this collision, rose eyes find the evidence circling Kaley's jowls in a frothy mess. Her heart is squeezed by agony, recalling the lesson she had with her mentor, and realizing Kaley was past their help. "Stop, leave her alone!" Philippa cries, rushing forward in an attempt to halt this mess before the disease infected them all. "By gods, for your own sake -- get away from her!" The Grecian woman pleads with a sense of desperation, allowing her eyes to search for Kaley, praying that for a fleeting moment, her sense of mind would not be evaded by the overpowering disease.

(Blah, quick phone post but wanted to get pip here <3)










Posted 05-10-2017, 12:37 PM |
Earth
Loretta
Earth Wolf
Female, 3.75
Meso-fighter
27 in, 110 lbs
180 ep
© Loretta

@(Briar)
Loretta is not engaging in the spar but simply forming a small but destructive twister just south of them in an attempt to distract Kaley, or Tyrus from battle.
the screams! it's crippling, the way they vibrate off of her coarse ears that are peaked so very high. she is, in that moment no longer in place of a faux being. hiding from eyes that are taken to their home, niyole, phillipa, tyrus. she had emerdged with the use of agility to find herself up the mountain=side at a rate of movement far then natural. a quiet being, as suddenly the battlegrounds, the foam, the spit, the stench that surrounds them all. teeth clashing, the cries of philippa who pray for those to hide away from kaley. (sweet girl, she can feel the porcelain of her heart shatter) the unaware, the call that seems so very strangled from her throat. the four-second phone call to her earth king, and better she pray he would get here in time

niyole had been found, and the touch of her clean cheek is gentle enough that is pressed to the girl's shoulder. "stay here." an utter of a whisper, quiet and unalarming to those who are encased in the show that had begun before them. a smile on her black lips, the gentle shove of black lips to the taller girls skin before slowly her tail would begin to swing in a circle. a moment that draws the wind in her last effort as the small woman. muscular, brought on by the silver touch of the whipping wind.

you idiot.. a king who dare lay his sword to death when he shouldn't, honourable, a questionable offence. she watches as the black bear of the hill takes to battle against a face she had yet to know. there is a deep exhale, that suddenly dwells focus to low hanging clouds. a twister that begins to hush down before them, a distance away, how it is no immediate threat to anyone but perhaps herself. a distraction for the roar of it slinging bushes and the wind itself could prevent, at the very least.










Posted 05-10-2017, 03:16 PM |
Ryu
Rogue Wolf
Male, 3.00
Meso-fighter
35 in, 125 lbs
39 ep
© sea
HOW CRUEL THE BONDS OF FATE
a stark horror rushes over the man’s body. his conscious fights back, screeches to let go and trail away -- it will not be so, not today. jaws latch onto their target with ensured efficiency. top teeth serrate and pull into her taut neck muscles. bottom teeth glide upward and hit immediate blocks -- the shape of a windpipe and the feel of major blood vessels curves against his tongue. he has but moments of stability and a firm grip before the mindless husk begins to buck and thrash against him. eyes squint but maintain their focus on her perusing jaws. she snaps and he can hear the crack and slip of her teeth and tongue as they smack into the air beside him. he stays incredibly mindful of his body, adjusting the tap of his back paws if her skull gets too close for comfort. a deep growl resounds from the depths of his soul. suddenly a shift in the environment -- he is not a soldier, not accustomed to the spring of orders or the orderly nature of organized combat, but he is alert as though he has had experience on a battlefield.

eyes track the flutter of unnatural movement and prepare. there isn’t enough time afforded to fully comprehend the right position -- haruko’s mongrels move with unholy speed, as he remembers. but regardless, he thinks he has track of the serpentine creature ( even shifts footsteps and lowers his back to compensate ) until a sharp pain delves into the clutches of his back and side. he is lucky to have had experience in battles with multiple opponents. the pain is excruciating, but he dare not loosen his jaws. if anything, his muscles contract and clench against the swift wave of flooding pain. a strange noise slips from the dragon’s smoky maw, a categorical roar edged with a demented whine. his orbs squint against the upbringing of pain, ears habitually flatten against the tuck of his skull, and features take on his rage filled wrinkles. if anything, his teeth fasten tighter, top teeth cementing their position whilst bottom jaw hooks rapidly upward. it is the only semblance that can keep him going -- his mission is far from finished. bottom jaw and teeth will wiggle and shift from side to side, small and tactical combinations to puncture and eviscerate her windpipe and vessels as the pressure he puts against her throat increases. there will be blood; lots of it, and it will largely flood his mouth.

the denizens of voices and faces greet him. he doesn’t have the ease of access to focus on them yet, not until one in particular gains some version of sense and ryu can just barely see him swing around to help their assault on her empty body. ryu unhooks at this point, blood or not. it consists of a rapid motion. he will creak his jaws back open and snap his body back. he attempts to jump back and out of kaley’s immediate range, just as the newest contender makes his way atop kaley’s crumbling infrastructure. with the focus released from the ivory dragon, he has his own matters to attend to. jaws snap back, bearing a formal expression of wrath. he faces tyrus directly, war face painted in brilliant folds of snarled teeth and narrowed eyes. BACK THE FUCK OFF. he issues his warning before turning back to where anaxagoras grapples. AVOID THE SALIVA AND BRAIN, he calls, hackles unsheathing at the fringes of his back and neck. hopefully tyrus will have backed off, leaving an impressive gash and bleeding flank. the pain radiates and pulls at the skin and exposed muscle like tides across sand. his heartbeat flutters against his adage. cobalt measured orbs cast back to their audience. horror, fear. there is no emotion in his face as he regards them carefully, stopping specifically at philippa’s all too familiar figure. kolzak, the name comes, before he approaches her. his walk is slower, drawn back with the relishing pain that tyrus has dealt. his breath is caught in his throat. though he has been determined to be the one to slip kaley’s life from her veins, he is content to acknowledge his own capabilities. he stops a distance from her. RYU TUSNINARI, he explains, his own name a foreign vessel on the tongue of an outcast. KALEY IS MY SISTER… he further admits, as though it is a confessional. just the sight of their haggard grey tipped nooses sets his skin ablaze. his focus relies only on philippa -- he will not give authority to the damned fool who gouged at his flank, not yet anyways.

SHE WASN’T MEANT TO PASS, he growls suddenly, eyes flickering back to the unfolding horrors before them. IT WAS MEANT TO BE ME, his voice fails into a deep whisper, one that takes hold of the very wind that haruko monitors so well. writhing anger crawls up his throat. the gods take and never think… he should never have left her here. some part of his mind detailed these eves as a place of refuge, if patrolled by his greatest adversary. he never envisioned the cruel touch of haruko easing upon his innocent sister. his nose wrinkles back in disgust of these hills. he itches to be off of these slopes. every moment spent here is a mockery to his name and existence. even as the slated breeze crawls across his skin and tussles at the edges of his ripped body ( where the oozing blood begrudgingly begins to dry, magma seeping from the core of his internal vents to cool and fade from light to dark ) he can feel its taunting jest. but he remains frozen, locked on the prophetic magnitude of the downfall before him. muscles scream to rejoin the rush, to clamp down on any chance of life before it grows too late. but his body is a cage to his inner aspirations. the drawn energy required to wage war fizzles away with each dredged moment. his expression slowly slackens, pulls back into the matte fog of true consciousness. brows knit together as breathing falls back under control.

--that which the mountain took
is returned

a distraction is seized by the most sinful of powers. the winds stir and jeer at him as they are summoned by the paws of a sidelong creature. the glow of white starkly pressed against the breast of the innocent is a wrenching phenomenon.

the dragon vs kaley
for release
second move, constituting his retreat
4 day limit
meso-fighter, 35 inches, 125 pounds
he aint got no elements as of right now
good health
dodge is unused, retreat attempt is being used
injury report: wound along his back / side
three previous wins, no previous losses


bites down before jumping away as Anaxagoras attacks, gives warning to Tyrus, then moves to Philippa to speak with her.











Posted 05-11-2017, 09:02 PM |
Wind ( Staff )
Tyrus
Wind Alpha
Male, 3.0
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
424 ep
© Hae


Every movement, decision, nuance happened in a blur almost too fast for conscious thought – but adrenaline sped his mind and sharpened it to a point, aiming his (agility) actions with an edge of precision. It was just before impact with the intruder that he glimpsed them sink their fangs into the precious, delicate flesh of dear Kaley's throat. No! The vision filled him with a cold rage, a cruel vengeance that seethed in his veins, and the impact of his chest on the mongrel's flank did little more than excite him (although a bruise would form, later). As his teeth sunk into flesh he clenched his powerful jaws with the intent to crush, to tear at the flesh and muscle as he ripped his skull from side to side and also to crack or dislocate the vertebrae. 'TYRUS!' a familiar voice bellowed over the cacophony of snarls, movement from his right causing him to instinctively side-step and widen his stance. Teeth grazed his shoulder, pinching at the flesh beneath his raised hackles. Out of the corner of his eye, as Anaxagoras warned him, he saw that it was Kaley that had lunged toward him, foam and spittle flying as her reddened eyes lolled with insanity. 'Get out of there, she's ill and not in control!' A millisecond later and another shadow flung himself through the air with the intent to rip her away from the both of them by landing on her back. Either way, the dragon released his quarry. 'Stop, leave her alone!' “Aargh,” the gargoyle snarled through his mouthful of flesh as he shook his head with frustration and fury, returning his sole attention to the heathen in his snares as he left his trust in the paws of Anaxagoras. 'By Gods – for your own sake, get away from her!'

The intruder lurched to face him as he tried to keep his vicious, terrible grasp, hopefully forcing the creature to curve their body to do so. 'Back the fuck off,' they warned, face painted with the terrible expression of war. If he had been any more prideful the dismissal as the wolf turned back around might have given him pause, but instead it gave him a window of opportunity. Instinct spurred him into action, and, using the magic still thrumming in his veins, the obsidian King swiftly removed his teeth and lunged for the exposed throat (jugular vein, trachea, larnyx) of his enemy as they attempted to speak to his wolves - to Philippa! You dare? His tail flared as he moved, aiding him with balance even as it whipped in constant motion – months of practicing speed-flying, of using it as a primary mode of transportation, gave his muscles protection against cramping, and his lungs were long since used to the sense of breathlessness that came with the divine. His breath came swiftly, the air from his wrinkled muzzle and bared fangs hot and misty. Digits wide for traction, he used his bent haunches to spring him forward, throat protected by the wide angle of his chiseled jawline and tilt of his skull. The lesson from times past reminded him to tilt his ears backward, lest his unravaged ear become as mangled as the other, eyes narrowed and lids thinned. Wind whipped around them, stirred by the distant tornado; the image and sight went unnoticed, but the turbulent whirl of the vehement force of nature seemed to writhe within him like a holy sign.

tyrus vs Ryu
to the death, out of vengeance and dominance
02 out of 04
00 out of 04 days

endomorph / 37" / 133 lbs
363 EP
2 win / 1 draw / 1 undecided
active, excellent health











Posted 05-12-2017, 06:59 AM |
Wind
Lyra
Wind Sub-Alpha
Female, 2.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 105 lbs
180 ep
© Ly
the foam around the jaws. she'd seen it before (trembles with momentary revulsion, the tectonic movement of memories sleeping just under her skin): in the desperation of starving wolves, who turned to the bad meat, the last remaining prey. from the cries on the battlefield, she knows that those involved in the fracas have realized the danger. she picks up speed as she approaches the sudden burst of noise on the hillside which has attracted her from her rest. a twister forms nearby, chaotic winds ripping across the scene--the fury of the wind wolves made manifest--she's surprised to see almost all of her comrades present before it clicks: the sick wolf is one of their own.

she does not recognize her, nor the men who seek to end her suffering. one of them wears haruko's stone. but it is the other she concerns herself with--ryu, he says, addressing philippa, but his civilities go unheard or else ignored by tyrus, who seizes the opportunity to launch a second attack. it was meant to be me. the commander seems inclined to grant his death wish. her defenses roll into place as she approaches, lips pulling back over eager teeth, eyes narrowed to focus exclusively on her target through slitted lids. her ears flatten, body dropping low to the ground over spread paws in a final burst of agility to punctuate her arrival. she aims to burst toward ryu's flesh on the opposite side of tyrus, to collide with his left (? assuming tyrus is on his right) side. she hopes to sink her teeth in his abdomen; for distraction, yes, but more than that, with the goal of disembowelment. ours is not to reason why. where the king demands death, she seeks only to deliver. her breathing is already accelerated from the approach and brief use of wind powers, however practiced, and her tail twitches between her legs, prepared to summon more of haruko's arsenal. her jaw is angled downward in the attack, open fangs covering her throat and shoulders hunched forward for added protection, hackles bristling overtop.

Tyrus & Lyra vs. Ryu
to the death
4 day limit

full dodge: unused
elements: on
health: excellent (autumn, pack wolf)
stats: meso-runner | 30" | 105 lbs.
experience: 1 default win; 1 undecided

she's aiming to bite into ryu's abdomen from the left side. I was a little uncertain about the positioning here--assuming he's addressing the gathered wolves straight-on and tyrus dove for his throat from the right? but please let me know if anything needs to be clarified or corrected!










Posted 05-12-2017, 08:44 AM |
Ryu
Rogue Wolf
Male, 3.00
Meso-fighter
35 in, 125 lbs
39 ep
© sea
HOW CRUEL THE BONDS OF FATE
the beast heeds not his warning as is properly introduced. ryu does not need a fight. no one does. it has no basis, no real rhyme or reason. it is as pointless as the death that strings across these wasted hills. a great exhaustion pulls from the dragon’s breast. there is apparently no time to mourn, no time to remember his beloved sister. as he is unhinging some of his defenses will have been introduced, at the insistence of the unhinged brute that clings to his flank. earlier, due to rapid change in position of ryu and the rabid swinging of kaley’s body, tyrus’s jaws will have landed further back along ryu’s body that perhaps intended. they will have fit across his side, over his gluteus medius and the largely thickly plated muscle there. the man who did not retaliate nor really respond to tyrus’s initial assault will have been lucky at its placement. the wind king seems to have been possessed himself, and while it doesn’t pass over ryu’s mind at first, it hits him some time later that he easily may have been taken by the disease as well. the unnatural shaking of his jaws across ryu’s haunches is a fresh kind of pain. even as he endeavors to leave the fight -- without further retaliating against tyrus or launching any sort of counterattack -- the sick wind king seeks to take advantage of his hour of darkest appeals. on any given day, ryu can have decimated the haughty creature. but this is not any given day. today he is vulnerable -- he is compromised deeply with spinning emotions and compromised previously with his intentional vulnerability towards the wind bastards. he has neglected his defenses until they were at last forced out of him -- with an entirely unprovoked assault -- and it costs him. he is already healing over the grand wound across his face, the burn that still festers with lingering pain. everything assaults him all at once and nothing at all comes to his mind. he has had no time in doutaini to even exist and it is fucking him over. everything seeks to actively wipe his life from the face of these hills and yet -- here he is. no, he is beyond finished allowing mere emotions to drag him. for as much as flawed in deep regards with the passage of his legendary and immense temper ( and oh, they know it, as his grumble and roar seeps from his teeth even now ), it is his control that keeps him ahead of dumbasses such as the one which slobbers after him. indeed, today his is not on the same plane as the man who follows him is ( the sick fuck knows of this, and takes advantage even while his own woman is dying in the background ). today, of all days, he does not have as much superficial elemental experience as the blundering creature does ( the same experience that allows the tyrants to sit on their hollow domains, to cast any who do not follow as slaves beneath their steads, while the gods look on in admiration, truly bolstered hypocrites by their own rights ). tyrus will have detached at some point, but he continues his assault regardless.

the man is haruko’s own bouncer, a thick and unthinking vessel descending with surprising speed and no tolerance for ryu’s presence. ryu has hardly said his piece to philippa, hardly retained his breath, before the figure of the raving mad dog seeks his throat. of course, ryu will have turned back at this point, giving him the benefit of the seeing the man coming. the warbound vessel is one endowed with unnatural and disturbed speed, but ryu has time enough to take control. teeth bare in sheer anger and frustration -- will haruko not even allow him the dignity of seeing his sister before she falls? must he be punished for the stupidest of reasons? it sickens him -- all of it, the passage of time and the dread naught battle within. a world that allows such atrocities -- indeed, welcomes them and openly asks for them -- is hardly a world at all. if the ass that flings himself at ryu in a cheap show of vengeance reflects anything of what the hill has become -- it is perhaps a good thing that kaley passed, before having to face this fucked up world.

the ivory dragon lowers his skull, face already contorted to its war deception ( to the extent that it can, of course, with his newly attained burned skin, wrinkles on the right side of his face are already worn, and the area is generally tender and stings to move ). tyrus’s attack is a matter of mere seconds -- but seconds are enough for ryu to taunt the man by raising what defenses he can, before ripping away. he waits until the last possible second to lunge to the right, missing tyrus’s attack completely in a full dodge. in so doing, he will have missed the bulk of lyra’s unexpected launch, as well. ryu hardly wastes this escape. he gathers as much distance as he can in one fell stride before whipping back around. defenses draw back fully. his face contorts in a painful but necessary snarl. fangs flash in full view of the taunting breeze. gums haunt out in pink reminiscence, eyes narrowing. ears peel against the tuck of his skull, head aligning parallel to his spine. hackles flare in their beautiful and haunting display ( the spines of the serpent ) as his jaw breaks open and chin tucks down to protect his throat. center of gravity is lowered with the spread of his legs. he grew up on this hill, knows its tough and barricaded soil like a fond memory -- only this memory holds only death and destruction. his flank throbs. the muscle is badly torn, but will hopefully find its time to heal within the next weaks. if not treated properly, he may experience a bout of chronic pain and stiffness in the area, its damage done. toes spread to gain what grip they can, nails dull from the travelling he has endured as his time as a rogue. he is incredibly agile and strong, having regularly and actively fought during all of his years and having practiced many accounts of agility. ( but, then again, apparently raw power matters not in the spread of these damned hills. perhaps all that matters are the draw of elements, and rogues merely kid themselves by even daring to take on the sheep that call themselves elemental. ) in the few seconds he has, with his defenses utilized and body ready for impact, ryu takes his time in unleashing his fury. a distinct shaking can be observed through his toes. SICK FUCK, he snarls bluntly. ONE OF YOUR OWN IS DYING, BLEEDING ACROSS YOUR SOIL AND ALL YOU CAN THINK TO DO IS ATTACK HER KIN? lips wrinkle back further, disgust spreading over his features. I HAVE NO FIGHT WITH YOU.

LEAVE ME.
he bellows, voice a strange concoction of a roar bordering on a sheer shriek. it is desperate and childish -- it reveals every aspect of his character and who he once was. there is pleading in its shrill tones, a pleading that searches for any tendril of a good man. he grows unhinged with every passing second, every shred of what comprises his body etching away. MY SISTER IS DYING!! he screams, and the pure vulnerability in its riveting voice shakes the skies and bellows through his muscles. tears drill over the edges of his eyes. his breath becomes chaotic, chest rising and falling in quips of concerning girth. he comes undone with every passage of time. salt slides over his newly etched wound to the right of his face. he grows a touch lightheaded, body lost of control.

and on the worst day of days, on the day in which the last surviving piece of his soul is cast away, fate can think only to send its heathens after him once again. she who spins and cuts at his golden string plays with him again. there is a small and senseless hopelessness that floods from his veins. WHY? WHY SHOULD HE CONTINUE TO LIVE, WHEN FATE CLEARLY SEEKS FOR HIS HEAD? so little ties him to this earth. ( when every facet of one’s soul has been ripped away, what point is there to living? ) they won’t stop, they’ll never stop.

--breathe.

a snapshot of the past rushes back in stunning glory. it grips his throat and pulls the breath from his lungs. “hi everyone!” the stark voice splits across his aching skull. the image develops like a photograph at first -- the purity of her small body, the posture of her silver body. and then it erupts back into motion. her tail wags in a silly display, head bowing down and arms unsure of just where to place themselves. he hardly recognizes her at first, but his mother is bowing above kaley, beautiful figure and grace regality a sight in itself. the figure they bow to slips away from importance with the bumbling of a grey boy onto the scene. “why is mom bowing to him?” aang muses aloud, stark movements and blunt tongue uncertain of itself. a crude little duck is given before the creature bounds away. “hello, beautiful,” the offering is given by a deeper voice, as ryu’s father nuzzles into his mother. their unity of family is not withheld very long before each figure begins to step away from the gathering. first, his father with the passage of a dark and cold look. next, his mother, whose glance back is provided with little emotion. kaley remains, but when ryu catches her figure once again ( they are alone in this world, passengers together on a ride misunderstood by those around them ) she is older, fully formed and beautiful in her own unique way. her beauty is not the alluring nor senseless charm of those wicked women he so often finds. she is soft, every expression so patient and boundlessly kind. not an ill thought resides within an ounce of her being.

but something troubles her, even now, even here, in this fragment of imagination and consorted memory. he can see it, every tactical impression of her features. they try to maintain their dignity, but she has just been slapped in the face, told that he will not be staying with her. her voice betrays every sorrow. “you can call for me whenever you need help. okay?” he needs to reach forward, to pull her away. his mistake becomes blaringly clear as she transfixes him once again. “i guess this is goodbye then. i hope to see you again,” the voice fades, whispers and then melds with the very breeze. that day, he had turned as an uncaring beast and left her in this prison. o, how wrong he had been! the place of refuge he had assumed it to be -- he could have prevented this. all of it. if only he had rallied her to come with him. perhaps they could have sought freedom in a place awake and intolerant of doutaini’s horrors. and even now, he kids himself.

--exhale.

NEVER FORGET, he growls, voice targeting its own control. SHE DIED BY YOUR INCOMPETENCE. all of the control he so ravishes and exalts himself for seems to have slipped away in a show of a devolved mind. he can barely hold on, voice flaring out in toxic arenas. that most wicked and terrible of winds ripples over his body. it courts his skin and teases at his eyes. jaws clench, eyes go dry. he will not kid himself again, will not fall for the cruelty that so graces the tempers of these people. he seeks for one last submission, one last cry of desperation, one last try for humanity. eyes flicker to philippa, for the developing remembrance there. he thinks briefly on requesting she be buried along the skyline, where they once used to roam and dance at the height of each day. but he stops himself before his voice can be shakily eased out. they don’t love kaley, not as he did. what was once the height of doutaini has devolved. he grits his teeth and looks away. a last stare is afforded to where kaley grapples with the blurred lines of death. GOOD-BYE, he murmurs, as though she might pick up his words on the cruel wind itself. focus returns in a swift blow. his own death looms around a stretched corner. the mad dog and his bitch now both seek for his blood across the hill soil. that much he can deprive. he whips around, paws flying and contorting him across the slopes of his childhood. as quickly as he had come, ryu is gone, whispered away from the hill.

ryu escapes.


Tyrus Lyra Philippa Kaley











Posted 05-12-2017, 09:30 AM |
Briar
Spirit
Male, 3.50
Meso-fighter
35 in, 130 lbs
534 ep
© Penn
It is her desperate plea that sends Briar immediately to his feet. It is his promise that pushes him into action, a bullet from a gun as he races towards the hill. A hill he has never touched or lingered near. Luckily he is nearer the Styx just touching the territory of the magic willows, the distance not so great but the terrain rough. So he cuts East, but does not allow his howl to ring to the heavens. Paws become rugged and sore as he moves through the shifting of rubble. In truth there is a clear amount of anxiety that wells up inside him and he would dawdle at the base of their hill, eyes craning up the gigantic mountain to see nothingness. It is shrouded in mystery and he whines. He never really associated with Wind, save for Loretta and Anaxgoras. She called him though. She needed him? What if it was their King again, attacking her? Surely he shouldn't involve himself.

So he throws his head back and howls he response finally, his breathing labored as he moved upwards the mountain. His ears folded, head lowered and muzzle dipped downward. He was guarded, on edge as he roved the mountain. Once he reached the peak his lungs would ache, the pressure up here​ making his ears cry to be popped. He is exhausted when he finds them and so he lingers a distance away, confusion setting in as he watched Anaxagoras and Tyrus, realization hitting him as he recognized Ryo and instantly his lips curled into a snarl. BASTARD! It is in this second Briar fights the urge to join them, knowing full well Ryu had no business being here, or being alive. He fights himself, eyes turning to Loretta as he finally finds her. Ugh, she owed him big time for this journey. He had become far more involved in pack affairs than he had ever wanted to be. Even as Ryu slipped past them, Briar has the extreme desire to pursue. Ryu was gone before Briar fully got there, already turning hide just as a coward would. He would turn to his brethren, "That boy is notorious for trespassing.", he says in an angered snarl, hackles flaring. He deserved death for endangering those he loved. His gaze would only soften as he turned to them, concerned for their health.

Arrives late just in time to see Ryu turn tail and leave, lingers near Loretta exhausted from the trek.

"Speech"

Briar's tail was broken and it hangs limp two inches from the tip.










Posted 05-14-2017, 08:30 AM |
Ice ( Staff )
Anaxagoras
Ice Alpha
Male, 3.50
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
511 ep
© rae.
( Kaley gentle bump? c; )










Posted 05-14-2017, 09:41 AM |
Kaley
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
Chaos consumes. It surrounds them like a massive swarm of angry wasps. She had never envisioned death like this. Surrounded by loved ones as old age slowly took her away was how she hoped she'd spend her final minutes. But perhaps, the disease is a gift -- what once was her own thoughts is now the sickness'. There is no room to be sad, no room for her life to flash before her eyes, no room to regret anything she's ever done. Her body, manipulated, mindless, is easily stopped by the black ectomorph man before she can even get close to Tyrus. Her lack of balance makes it a breeze to make her topple. Blood from Ryu's fangs cakes at her throat; it pours out steadily, but slowly. And, now rendered useless and immobile, what life she had left is viciously being taken away. The battlefield is bloody; had she any conscious left -- had she any voice to speak. Her eyes would have fallen to her fleeing brother, as his wounds smell fresh upon the wind; she would have said her final goodbye, her final apology. Would have wished that their family had not crumbled apart like it did. But she is only a wild, untamed beast now -- and this dog was being put down.

Kaley has died.

Anaxagoras










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