Redd The reptilia male stood tall as he walked forth with Tarben to the Proving Grounds. The last time he was here, he killed his father, but this did not faze him. Redd did not really want to meet those pups, his step-siblings technically, that came from that woman. He scoffed at the thought, dismissing it as he laid his eyes onto the battleground. He felt the urge for battle. Redd needed to let his anger out, badly. Thankfully, Sabertooth came to Beartooth’s call rather quickly, and the Dane King’s taunting caused Achilles to break out into flame and begin the combat. His blood was fueled with adrenaline – he needed the release. Redd saw a male approaching him quickly, a brown male with many tails. Pathetic. Just as that thought crossed his mind, Redd was temporarily blinded and felt a set of teeth dig into his shoulder, causing the joint to dislocate. Additionally, claws raked through his side and chest. Redd snarled in pain in response, following it up with a bite to his attacker’s neck, which he unintentionally had left open. From the way the snap felt in the Tarben brute’s maw, Redd knew he had not quite hit the jugular, but in moments, his attacker would be dead, because of the windpipe he most certainly crushed. This caused the brown male to let go of his grip, backing up, fear shaking in his pupils as his limbs became jelly. Redd, with a sense of victory, lifted his chin high, walking away slowly because of his injury, not expecting the kitsune male with the last of his energy to lunge once more at Redd, docking his tail and absolutely shredding his back hips with claw marks. Redd snarled, whipping his scale covered head back at the brown kitsune, who attempted a smirk before collapsing to the ground, his green eyes rolling back into his head and claws coated in Redd’s blood and fur. Such a pitiful way to die. Redd would likely heal from all these wounds in a month’s time, the dislocated leg possibly going taking a bit longer than that. OOC: Redd killed Marius Vryko Vryko, since coming to Tarben, had never been happier. She was able to get away from her toxic mother and finally meet her father, whom she shared vampirism with, and looked so similar to. At first, Vryko did not really like her step mother, Drevis, but when her step siblings finally became teens and the lass herself was an adult, Vryko was able to bond better with her step mom. Drevis was kind, and had a scary past, but had found peace with Wendigo, her soulmate. This left Vryko wondering if she’d ever find hers, but knowing that she came from an act of wedlock, she was worried she would never find the one. The vampire lass was lost in thought until the first kill happened, to which Vryko tried to follow in her father’s footsteps, attempting to attack the girl he went after in rage as well, but accidentally got in the way of a swipe. She cried out in pain, looking at her father, blood dripping down from her now sliced ear. She knew she was inexperienced with battle, but never imagined she’d be injured by her own father, even if by accident. Tora Tora had proudly followed her mother and father, who followed the King and Queen of Tarben, who Tora was the grandchild of. Her peafowl feathers draped gracefully behind her, as they did for her father, as everyone waited for Sabertooth to come to Beartooth’s call. As soon as they had, all it took was just some taunting to start the war. Tora tried to snarl menacingly, but given this was her first war, she was not expecting the divebomb attack from a lamprydae lass of some sort, who gouged at her shoulder blades. Tora cried out as the wounds were ripped into her flesh, and instinctively, she backed up away from the combat, not trying to think about how her grandfather might scold her after the combat. Maurepas The male had remained silent for the past few months, doing what was expected of him and nothing else. The last thing he needed to do, given that his family was on thin ice already, was cause trouble. Not that he would intentionally try to. Maurepas was worried about a slip of the tongue or the like causing his banishment, or worse. That worry was even more prevalent now as Tarben was heading towards the proving grounds. The last time his home pack was in a war, he got to stay home because he was still a pup. But now, as an adult? He was still frightened. Danes were not supposed to feel fear to the strength that the white and russian blue male did. Maurepas knew he was nothing but anger like his father, his mother, or even his grandfather. The brute stayed near the back of the group, his steps shaky. They reached the Proving grounds sooner than he thought they would, and the nerves were at an all-time high.The next few moments happened in a flash – Maurepas couldn’t keep up with all the combat, at least until he was attacked by a white wolf with antlers that did not smell of Tarben. Almost in slow motion, he felt antlers of some sort dig into his chest, the brute force of them knocking him off balance as he was quickly bulldozed into a boulder behind him. He felt his ribs crunch one by one and the air quickly leave his lungs as the woman’s antlers passed through him completely. He gasped for whatever life left, his battered body being tossed to the ground. OOC: Maurepas killed by Artemis Drevis Drevis, frankly, did not want to be here. She was never the violent type, but now that she had become beta alongside Wendigo’s side, it was expected of her to come to the Proving Grounds. Her heart sank as they marched past her family’s pack – Hawthorne. Albeit it was her choice to stay in Tarben, she never expected to be fighting alongside their warriors, many of those who had fought with her homeland moons ago. It gave rise to an uncomfortable feeling in her chest. Sure, they were going against Sabertooth, which did not have any allies up until a recent royal wedding with Nightingale, which very distantly made them allies to Hawthorne. It didn’t help that they were neighbors, either. Her green eyes focused on her paws as they continued to march as she was buried in her own thoughts. Their children, Banshee and Wechuge – would they be alright back in Tarben? Would she see anyone from Hawthorne? Wendigo’s presence did not help her feel at ease, to be honest. She silently hoped he could sense that, if her fragile wings did not already display that. That was one thing – Drevis felt more and more blood flowing into her wings, which had not been active for some time. Would she be able to fly at the Proving Grounds? Surely, it would be warmer there. If she could fly, that meant she would be subject to aerial combat, to which she knew Sabertooth had plenty of wolves with wings. That racked her nerves even more. The pitch and crimson lass tried to keep her wing fluttering to a minimum as they walked, making them seem as if she couldn’t fly. Hell, could she even trust her ability since it had been so long since she took flight? She was still buried in her thoughts when they reached the proving grounds, only Beartooth’s call for Sabertooth snapping her back to reality. Right, war. A quiet sigh left her maw as she looked out into the distance, wanting so badly to go home. She wanted to lay her head on her mate’s shoulder, but she couldn’t. Not with Beartooth watching and waiting to begin the war. Her green eyes landed on Sabertooth’s troops as they wandered down the cliffside, and she began to filter her way through everyone that was approaching. Was there anyone she knew? Drevis didn’t realize how long she had spent doing it from visual cues alone until Sabertooth’s alpha, Achilles, suddenly took flight and became aflame, starting the combat. Instinctively, Drevis backed away from the combat, and with the help of Wendigo, she was able to hide away somewhere safely, watching it all go down from a distance. But then a figure came after Wendigo, and before she could even think of trying to defend her soulmate, he went after another wolf when his original attacker flew away. Was that really something she could do, hurt someone? Her fragile wings twitched in fear, a slight hiccup of fright leaving her maw. She hoped and prayed that this would not go against her. She just…couldn’t fight. Not after all that went down with Phobus’s war. After spending a moment hidden, her emerald green eyes landed on a different figure, injured from the combat they had engaged with Wendigo in. They wandered off, but how? Drevis was about to glance towards her mate, but her eyes squinted at the injured wolf - was that…Daneliya? Drevis bounded over, staying out of the way of the combat. It was! ”Daneliya!” She called out. ”I’m here to help you, what do you need?” The black pelted lass crouched to a lower level, hoping she would not be spotted by anyone from either pack. Last thing she needed to be put on the spot for was ‘treason’ or ‘harm’ of any kind, because that’s the exact opposite of who Drevis was as an individual. Actions & Words.
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