Icarus (Sindri) Shiranui (Sindri) Rhea (Nightingale): Mori (Tarben): Odin (Tarben): Pontchartrain (Tarben): Redd (Tarben): Suddenly he felt his body be pummeled by a female. His eyes like his fathers met the lass. Of course it was his bitch. He yowled out in pain as her stormy anger rippled through his back, and for a second, Redd thought he was paralyzed. However, he was able to move his head as she attempted to claw at his neck. Instead, his claws grazed the scaled patch of his face. Her first words meant nothing – this female knew nothing! He was not bothered by such insults. ”Jack shit he did! What wolf that defines themselves as a father abandons their children in a brand new land?!” He snarled, and bit at her jaw, leaving a few marks within her muzzle. With a swift movement, pushed her weight off him and ripped at her back calves with his claws, surely to slow her down. He stood up, however, Irina was fast. Her scratches still dug into his side, but once again, he avoided the scratches on his neck. He refused to die on this field. His body gave out from the damage done to his spine as it poured, mud entering the wounds on his side as she once again had put all of her weight onto Redd and spoke once again, empty threats and intimidation. The pop hit his ears as the pain of a dislocated leg shot through his body, but only a wince was shown. However, this time, a familiar scent had wafted into his nose, particularly as Irina had run away. Redd had been in Tarben long enough to be able to distinguish recently mated wolves from those who were still barren and had yet to be filled with the seed of Beartooth or any other male wolf of the pack. His eyes widened as he slowly stood up, watching her go to save another child, probably the child that had called out mother. She had his father’s kids in her womb. The rain that had been sent by Irina herself pummeled on his wounded back, whilst also cleaning the mud out of the scratches on his side. It was then Redd had decided. He was going to protect his future siblings, and not give a shite about Irina. He’d take them as his own after they had finished nursing from their mother. Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, the wolf, as he slowly made his way over to where Irina lay, sobbing over her daughter. He stayed far enough away, but spoke amongst the loud thunderstorms caused by the Nightingale queen herself. ”You have my siblings on the way.” He spoke coldly, his gaze as cold as his words. However she interpreted those words did not matter, but rather, Redd sat down, hoping to show that he did not want to fight. ”They shouldn’t be abandoned.” Actions & Words.
Icarus, alike to many of the wolves of Sindri, had to follow suit towards the Proving Grounds. He, also alike to many of his pack members, thought this was not a smart idea, since their size was so small. His mind could only flash back to Soliel, who was back in the pack lands. He had to keep himself alive, he wanted to be able to see that flaming beauty once more. He was snapped from his thoughts when Athena made her assignments to everyone – Icarus was to take to the sky, as he were the only winged wolf of Sindri. His mind filled with doubt, as his wings still hadn’t recovered to what they had been years before, but he nodded at her command. He took to the sky, as much as he felt safe. This was about 10 feet off the ground. He stayed on the defensive, ready to retaliate against whoever approached him. He did notice two other winged beings of Tarben go after some other wolves, and considered joining them, but just as he had decided, the two “crows” had fallen to their demise. His amber eyes widened, looking for a safe opening to attack.
Shiranui gave a silent goodbye to Soliel after she had been told to stay behind to watch the pack lands and the pups. She surely was a mother-like figure, and the quick thought passed his mind to have children with her. He shook it off, and headed towards the Proving Grounds with the rest of Sindri. Upon the first movements of battle, Shiranui jumped into the midst of it, not as scared of it as the winged boy…Icarus was it? The white wolf with red accents was agile, jumping at various wolves, scratching at their legs and attempting to trip them up, while at the same time temporarily blinding them with light. The kitsune mutation he had gained upon coming here really was effective for certain situations. His eyes looked to the sky as he watched a dragon boy set fire to the field, and Shiranui, having ten tails himself, brightened the whole field at the same time, which caused the fire to ablaze even stronger. His eyes watched as corpses started to burn. Another dragon boy in the sky, also Tarben sided, seemed to be getting too much enjoyment over all the deaths. The white wolf dodged the flames as much as he could as he retreated towards Tarben side. He had done his part, coming out only temporarily disable other wolves, and returning to Sindri only with a few burn marks.
Rhea did not want to be here, on the battlefield. Damn Irina had to give the theta role to whoever that lady was. Was she even with this haul of wolves? Rhea’s amber eyes scanned the group as Irina made her assignments. The white lass did not pick her out – of course she’d stay back, huh? Her eyes rolled as the battles began. Rhea did what she did best, trying to keep count of those from Nightingale who had fallen. Her eyes caught onto Alistair, the recent lover of Irina, who had been pummeled upon by a Tarben wolf. Her confusion was apparent in her face – that was friendly fire. Before she could try to break that up herself, she was pounced upon by a wolf, and given a mortal beating. Her body was weak as she bled out, her death was slow. However, in her last moments, she was able to control the wind to blow some of the recent fire on the field towards her attacker, causing some burns to be left on his body. [Death of Rhea by Vader].
Mori took to the sky instantly with Balerion, however, unlike his brother, Mori stayed back. His violet eyes examined the field, wolves tearing others to bits, beasts from both sides falling. He noticed some wolves in particular had led the fights, and it made sense who it was. The alphas and alphesses of each land were getting gory. Mori essentially stayed to the sky and out of fights, almost circling over all the bodies like a vulture would. The scene of death, despair, and gore filled the Tarben dragon with an odd dopamine rush. Mori watched and kept track of all of Tarben’s deaths as the battle ensued. If he were to be attacked, Mori would surely attempt to pierce his attackers’ bodies with the emerald green horns on his head.
Odin admired his father and would do his best to put up a good fight in hopes to gain the admiration of Beartooth. When he saw an opening, the ice prince lunged at the alphess of Hawthorne, Lucaya. He pushed his body weight into hers, hearing a pop as her hip must have dislocated. Perhaps a leg. However, Odin had also administered a coldness into her body, which would cause a temporary relief in pain, which allowed the alphess to retailiate and claw at his eye…and he could not see clearly. What…? He backpedaled, which had given Lucaya the opportunity to catch onto Aethelflaed, his sister. However, Odin had not caught onto this, as his vision was partially bloody. What happened to his eye? The pain was muffled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, which quickly wore off once he felt the last strand of his eye socket rip, and he felt his eye fall onto the ground. Panic swept through the Dane, and he quickly became immobilized.
Pontchartrain followed obediently towards the battlefield with Beartooth, and as expected, Ponty was on the front lines with Beartooth, however, upon his taunt towards Hawthorne regarding Drevis, the dane king said she was getting comfortable with his Beta…which caused some confusion in the russian blue lad. He directed his attention to Beartooth, confused, whilst Wendigo stood almost as still as a statue. Without an answer to this potential Freudian slip, the war had started. Pontchartrain enveloped himself in mist and started forward. Thankfully, his mist also had spread amongst the field, so he did not stick out so much. He found a female and once within lunging distance, he broke the mist and brought his jaws around her. She was smaller compared to himself, so it was easy enough for the lad to shake the femme’s neck as his front paws held her body down. Her muffled cries of agony and pain had stopped instantly as her head separated from her body. Ponty then dropped the lass’s head and his attention was brought towards the line on his chest. His eyes followed it and landed on a winged female of the opposite team. What kind of mockery was this? He felt a pull, as if to get closer to her. But Skadi was his woman…he had claimed her, and had pups with her, after all. He shook this idea off, running towards his icy white albino princess, who had just pulled a leg off of a Hawthorne royalty boy. On his maw laid a smile, a bloody one at that, as he approached. The boy was unconscious next to another male, who had since passed, however, he was accompanied by a very alive woman, sobbing at the loss of him. Ponty rolled his eyes at the sight, but definitely felt where she was coming from. What if the same were to happen to Skadi? He shook the thought, and followed his princess wherever she ran to next.
Redd walked proudly with his fellow members of Tarben towards the Proving Grounds, ready for battle. That is, until a familiar scent entered his nares…it was his father. His father whom had abandoned him upon their arrival to Starfall. This is what he was doing? Finding another woman to make himself comfortable with? The rage filled him, and his body stalked towards his father, whom had now been coated with a coat of stars. Redd was almost a look alike to his father before such mutation. Redd’s own mutation made him different enough, the milk snake scales covering much of his white face. His starry eyes narrowed just before he leapt onto his father with a snarl. ”Just had to scurry away from your children to get with another female?!” he yelled, and upon the last word, he had ripped his father’s ear off, digging his claws deep into his father’s sides. Surely he had punctured through his ribs and he felt a lung punctured. He felt his father’s starry bodice go limp and fall to the ground. ”You just had to abandon me, huh?!” He yelled, standing over his father’s body, bleeding profusely. His father’s pitiful words rang through Redd’s blackened ears. Redd…I’m so…glad you’re alive…” Redd hated to have his eyes meet his fathers as Redd let the pitiful man he was the son of gasp his last breaths. He would suffer, just as Redd had, managing in the new lands on his own. Thankfully, Tarben had taken him in. Upon that last breath, Redd snarled once more. ”F u c k… y o u.”
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