Pandemonium erupted in an instant. Growls ripped through the air, the metallic scent of blood not far behind. His first instinct was to go after the silver and red male, but thankfully Nero intercepted him at the last minute. Two more wolves stood before them, leaping into battle, when his gaze landed on the third.
For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.
He knew immediately. This wolf was responsible for his scars. The muscle on his left shoulder twitched, a phantom pain burned beneath his fur. Countless nights Lawson had been plagued by nightmares of that fight. They were young, naïve, caught in a battle they didn’t understand and fought simply to live. He could still hear the blood chilling scream, taste the fluid from the enemy’s eye on his tongue. His stomach lurched in remembrance.
What was the ex-Blutwald member doing here? Could they be behind the kidnapping?
The endless questions were silenced by the rage-coated scream as the red villain sprung forward. Fear morphed into anger. His upper lip curled back while a loud growl rumbled from his depths. Unlike their first encounter, he had training and experience as evident by the other battle wounds adorning his dark pelt. All four paws dug into the ground before he sprung forward to meet the loathed male head on.
Hatred burned in their eyes. This fight was about revenge for the physical and psychological wounds that plagued them all this time. It didn’t take long for them to slam into each other, Lawson using his bulk to absorb the attack. His legs trembled from the blow, but fortunately he had adrenaline on his side. Dropping his head, he swung his jaw up to aim for the scruff on the viper’s lower neck.
The power of the collision between the two large wolves knocked the air out of Ruebane’s lungs. Dizzy and slightly shocked, the viper managed to land on his feet without his legs giving out completely. He didn’t expect such a head-on attack, and now he was left with no plans with his enemy in his face. His blind eye seared with the memory of that horrid day; when Blutwald crumbled at the paws of Aryn and Ruebane was forced to flee the battle because of Lawson. Hatred bubbled in the pit of the Vektrani’s stomach.
There was little time to react before the chocolate wolf made the next move. His head was a blur, and suddenly a coursing pain could be felt near the brute’s neck. Even with Ruebane’s attempt to dodge, the Arynian’s teeth tugged and ripped at the skin underneath his thick fur. Blood was spilled as Ruebane yanked himself free, a metal tang covering his coat and dripping down his shoulder.
With as much force as he could muster, the red male side-stepped to knock his opponent off-balance. In doing so, he swung his head down in an attempt to grab Lawson’s foreleg. His teeth met their target, and with that he bit down and pulled. The viper was too enraged to think out a decent plan, but his teachings in Vektren taught him that if there is any way to disadvantage your opponent, take it.
A dark blur dominated Tzuri's peripheral vision before it came between himself and the silver female he’d engaged. The smaller wolf had turned out to be like a mosquito--biting then zipping away from a swatting paw or a snap of the jaws. The Vicar felt several wounds sting on his legs and had no doubt the tang in the air was from his own blood. A pause in the battle allowed him a moment to see who had stolen his opponent’s interest.
Raghaalr. A Warden. Rightfully, she should be fighting instead of the Vicar--he knew this, but he was thinking through a red mist. The fur down his spine stood like a sawblade.
"This is my battle!” Tzuri growled angrily to the Warden.
Though pain brought clarity, and the Vicar wondered why he wanted to fight so badly. He was a healer, here to heal the wounded, not draw blood. Great One, but this was a delightful madness, though, wasn't it? Right now, despite the obvious, there was no enemy he couldn't defeat.
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The she-wolf skidded, grunting in satisfaction. She lifted her head, working her jaw as she glanced over the silvery female, and briefly towards Tzuri. But the enemy’s comments drew her attention back around again, and both ears propped up in surprise. It wasn’t the first time she’d been called out for a less-than-beautiful appearance. She almost laughed, jaws parting slightly as she rolled back her shoulders. “Pah,” She snorted, rearing up to meet the other she-wolf’s pouncing attack.
She met the silver wolf head on, paws lifting to press back against the other’s weight. Volts of energy seemed to surge up through her. Raghaalr leaned away from the snapping jaws, feeling a tuft of thick fur yank from her skin. She snarled, and with another shove she threw the other female back, letting them both return to four paws and regroup. It was then she turned towards the young Vicar, a hard expression over her features.
“This is everyone's battle,” She snapped, pressing claws against the soil. Her ears flicked back against her neck. She understood the male’s annoyance, but there were no lines or rules in the fight. And there was no way she was standing back to watch - this was her job. She set her red eyes back on the silvery she-wolf, fur prickling down her spine again. “Alright, come tear at me, Silver-grub. Come tear us both!”
Hellion had little knowledge on why or how another wolf managed to intercept on his assault, but as well taught Vektreni, he embraced the act instead of working around it. The well-timed intrusion sent them both losing balance and left Athena unscathed. The scion was quick to get back onto his feet properly, and soon enough to see his self-appointed opponent strike back with a sideways strike, aiming for the scythe's massive skull.
As any well-trained assassin, Hellion fought back the flinching instinct and parted the serrated maw rather than trying to dodge the attack, lunging to meet the Arynian's pummel mid-way. Realizing the force would be too much to absorb purely with teeth, a last millisecond decision convinced the hellspawn to attempt a side bite, the sides of their bodies clashing against each other with great force. He felt the impact immediately daze him at the same time he closed his jaws with sharp teeth, hoping to grab onto flesh or fur.
Their collapsing strength had been great, and a strange sickness crept to Hellion's stomach from the blow against his head, but it did little to his menacing resolve, despite releasing the enemy's shoulder for a calculated drawback. If he remained clinged to the male's body for too long, it would leave his neck and nape exposed and easily accessible.
With devastating sluggishness, the world came back into focus. Athena had been blindsided, the red fur of an attacker flying towards her and then her own son leaping to the rescue. He was quickly being overwhelmed by the ringleader of the assault. Even through the blur the Lady could see that this stranger was a true weapon. Something deadly. Something Nero did not have enough experience to face alone!
There was a heaviness in the Lady’s ears that was deafening, but adrenaline of seeing her son in danger gave her body the drive she needed. The she-wolf struggled to her feet, head hanging low with hackles raised. The black female let loose a deep, furious snarl - much more menacing in pitch than her slight figure would imply possible.
An entire patrol had intercepted them, a planned ambush? But who? And why?
She discarded the questions, eyes flashing like cold steel as she launched her own assault against the strange red male who had led this attack against her family, not giving him time to recover as he released his hold on Nero. The dark Lady’s heart was a wild thing in her chest. She had not been tested by such formidable foes in many seasons, and Athena would need every ounce of focus to match them and get her family out of this alive.
His head was still half-spinning when the assassin witnessed by the corner of the eye the blue blur that was the Lady of Aryn, back at her feet and throwing her retaliation against him. The other wolf was too close. Hellion could either try dodging Athena and risk facing two opponents in close combat, or… His body swirled, a massive mass that bumped the younger male away, and he received in full force the merciless attack of the she-wolf. The awkward moving sent them both rolling and stumbling away rather than giving any of them proper timing to strike. And at the first sight of release, the scion quickly went back to his feet.
Hellion’s body reacted with pride and precision, but there was lack of proper spacing - he felt as if he was interpreting the world around him with a second of delay. Honey eyes sought the battlefield, and he counted the Arynians. Everyone was busy and they were outnumbered, but nobody had managed to escape and thus all they needed was to make sure it remained that way. He only wished that Xibalten quickened the kidnapping party’s feet so they could draw back soon.
But Athena was a more pressing matter. She was not Alpha out of other’s charity, after all. And… he was kind of seeing two of her at the moment. Licking a bloodied maw, all he managed to do was to offer the she-wolf a grin and to prepare himself for her next assault.
The male, despite his inexperience in true combat, had expected his opponent to retaliate quickly if not immediately to his attack, which helped the brute to contain the yelps that threatened to leave his maw; the raking of teeth against his shoulder sent sharp sparks of pain through him, muscles twitching beneath his thick fur that began to grow tainted around the open wound. He drew back slightly, stumbling when attempting to put his hurt leg down on the floor again; not only did his bones throb now, but his flesh whined and ached under every movement he tried.
While thinking about his next attack, the prince caught sight of no other but Athena attacking the red male without a glimpse of fear, watching them both roll without much grace through the dirt, in what seemed to be slow motion.
Taking a second to lick at the flesh on his flank, Nero thought about an efficient attack; it would take him a huge effort to run towards his objective, and using his shoulder again would be foolish. He could, on second thought, wait for Athena to tire and then attack, taking the chance to rest; but the latter was for weaklings, or so the Warden thought.
The dark male possessed little to no agility, but he made sure to limp away from the sparring pair, circling them from a safe distance, hoping their enemy would not notice his position in the clearing; the dark tree trunks aided him, hiding areas of his form.
"Come tear us both!”
Oh how she would love to tear her apart indeed. Shiru knew it was near impossible for her to do. She had no skill in battle; she was learning it right now at this moment. Her heart was beating hard, a silent warning making its way through each beat of the heart.
Shiru ignored it right now. She was fine.
Without saying another word she threw herself forward staring at the female with her green eyes. Just before she reached her she changed her course and instead of attacking her, she jumped right to the male's neck, allowing her front paws to seek support in his thick mane. She needed to keep him close.
It was first now she noticed how vulnerable this attack made her. Her back was exposed to her enemy in its full glory and thanks to her short size, she had to basically stand on her hind legs to keep herself close enough his head to come bite him.
The young Vicar yelped in shock. He’d thought that Raghaalr had diverted the small silver female’s attention with her taunt, and the attack feign had fooled him. The sudden sharp pain at his throat startled him more than hurt, but he couldn't hold back the cry. His response was pure reaction with no skill or class as he dropped to the ground and rolled in an attempt to loosen the teeth in his neck.
Yelps turned to snarls, his jaws snapping wildly, blindly trying to seize flesh. His paws flailed--front paws clawing and pushing at his attacker and the ground while his back legs sought her stomach. This was not fighting; this was panic given motion. Tzuri didn't care now if he hurt her, he just wanted her off!
Her paws were spread over the ground, body poised and ready for the certain-to-come attack. Red gaze met green as the silver stranger leapt. However, the expected contact didn’t come, and instead the she-wolf swerved towards Tzuri, catching the young male off guard. He dropped down, with the silver wolf attached, and Raghaalr wasted no time in assisting. Shoving her bulk forwards, the Warden aimed to sink her fangs into the enemy’s flank. She was hoping to be able to pull her off of the young Vicar, if her maw got a grip. Either way she would shove against the grey female, ever aware of how she could use her weight in leverage.
Hot rage surged beneath her dark coat, fueling her body, releasing a snarl from scarred jaws. The familiar rush of adrenaline and thrill was there too; despite the anger Ragha was fully embracing the fact that this was something she was very good at. Of course she did not want such violence to harm her packmates, but that was not a choice anymore, for blood had been marked as soon as Merrill had been snatched away.
When the male started to roll, so did she. She felt how her body got seemed to lose any weight it had, her paws lifting off the ground, her front falling right on the male.
For a second, everything was a mere blur.
Dark and light colours mixed together making it impossible for her to see where the others were. In the middle of it all, she felt sharp pain spreading trough her right shoulder; something hot spread around that area making her fur annoy that area. Before Shiru had time to figure out what was happening or what happened, her body hit the ground.
In the state of shock she got from hitting the ground, it took her some time to realize she was right beside her enemy’s body; her front paw somehow got stuck under his huge body, her right bleeding shoulder was pressing.
That was when she felt something sink in her flank.
Shiru tried to be silent but couldn't stop herself. She screamed out in pain, trying to get away from her attacker but she was unable to push off the male off her paw. In her state of agony, she tried to get a grip of his flesh, but the pain made her temporary blind. She had no idea where she was aiming. She kicked out with her back legs trying to kick her other attacker in the face, but she was unsure if any of her kicks landed where they were supposed to.
Her jaws met with flesh, and the fire of success flashed through her body. The she-wolf’s silvery fur fluffed up in her vision, and the following scream gave her both guilt and pleasure. She jerked back, and her paws slid forwards, claws flexing against the dirt. A flash of bluish-black to her left told her Tzuri had freed himself. A second later one of the other female’s paws smashed into Raghaalr’s snout. With a grunt she let go, reeling back as dull pain blossomed across her nose.
A vigorous shake sent dust flying. Around her wolves clashed, snarling and snapping, paws thudding on the ground. The song of battle. It energized her, and she dug her claws into the soil again, staring down at the silver enemy. Tzuriel had moved out of the way. That gave her relief. Raghaalr growled loudly, pacing back towards her opponent. Her fur lifted down her spine, thick and dark, changing her from shaggy wolf to small black bear.
A low bellow and she charged, aiming to smash her forelimbs against the enemy.
The deja vu was dizzying. Their other fight had a very similar beginning. His lungs burned in protest, but he focused only on ripping into the enemy's flesh. Though it was a sloppy attack, his fangs dug into the loose skin, overwhelmed by the taste of blood. The flesh gave way when Ruebane yanked, leaving him with skin and fur between his jaws. He spat it out before pushing his weight into the Blutwald's side, blood mixing into his fur.
There was no game plan. They met head on and it had overwhelmed them both. Snarling, he swung his head up to reach for his neck again but missed. It left him vulnerable and the red male took advantage.
Grunting, he tried to keep his footing, and dug his paws into the soil. The next sound from his mouth was a scream as he glanced down to see a stream of blood running from his foreleg. The pain was sharp and intense, blinding him. As soon as Ruebane pulled, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
Not again!
The thick inky wash of blood covered Ruebane’s tongue. It had been some time since he had tasted another wolf’s blood. In fact, it was Lawson himself who was his last victim. The Arynian’s scream left a small smirk on the red wolf’s muzzle. Every bit of pain he gifted Lawson was another step towards his revenge. He had the advantage, his enemy had fallen to the ground. Now was his chance.
Letting go of the brown wolf’s leg, he could tell he did some decent damage. Crimson soaked the fur where he had bitten, as well as the grass surrounding it. Ruebane threw himself utop of the defenseless wolf. His large paws pushed Lawson’s chest into the ground, using his weight to try and suffocate the Arynian.
”Look at me!” Ruebane bellowed.
Staring down at Lawson, he met him with an intense gaze that was panged with agony. ”You see what you have done to me? You must have known that I would always return the favor.” With that, an insidious kackle released from Ruebane’s lips. This wasn’t him, not usually, but the sheer power he had in this moment took control of him. In fact, the Vektrani took in this moment for a few seconds too long. In his amusement, he had left his throat completely exposed.
The grass felt warm. Too warm. His ears were ringing except for the rhythmic thud of each drop of blood from his leg. With little muscle to protect it, the crimson liquid gushed, coating his limb, chest, and the ground beneath him. That explained the heat.
“Ack!" Red paws pressed into his chest and inched closer to his neck. His jaws parted, greedily sucking large gulps of air to extinguish the burn in his lungs. Each breathed lodged in his throat before they turned into shallow gasps.
Once he got his bearings, his upper lip back pulled into a deep snarl, and he began to thrash beneath the weight to no avail. As the enemy demanded, his narrowed gaze zeroed in on his scarred face. They widened to stare at the pink, grotesque eye. That was because of him. Lawson couldn't look away at the horrific reminder of the past.
A fury ignited within at Ruebane's threat. It couldn't end like this! Not with his pack fighting all around them. Growling, he blinked to reveal the perfect opportunity. This wolf let his guard down with his cockiness again. With every ounce of strength, his muscles tensed to fling his upper half forward while still trapped beneath the red wolf. His bared canines met their target and latched on beneath his jaw.
How many times had he tasted his blood? Lawson couldn't remember, but the flavor never seemed to change.
The next thing he felt was sheer agony. In his cockiness, Ruebane had left his front exposed to attack. Lawson took his opportunity and dug his fangs into the soft flesh right under the Vektrani’s jaw. His eyes rolled back in an attempt to suck in any air he could, but the attempt was null. Instead, red liquid started to leak from his mouth, covering his tongue and dripping down onto his opponent’s head. However, with some pressure still keeping Lawson to the ground, the Arynian was not able to dig in deep enough to puncture anything vital. With this is mind, Ruebane gave a gurgling scream and yanked himself from the fangs. Fur, skin, shreds of flesh tore away as a spurt of sticky blood tainted the ground. Ruebane rolled and landed on his side, heaving in gulps of air.
There was no time to gain back the strength he had lost. With Lawson free, Ruebane was now the one backed into a corner. In the seconds that seemed like minutes, Ruebane looked up into the sky. Its beautiful rich blue hues were quickly covered by the stain of red that dripped down into the wolf’s good eye from an open cut on his forehead. His heartbeat quickened, utter disgust filling the pit of his empty stomach. First this wolf left him with half sight, and now there would be a permanent scar under his jaw to match. Everything was because of Lawson.
In a blur, the Viper lept to his paws. He didn’t care what he hit, as long as he drew blood. He slashed, bit, and tore, digging his claws and fangs into anything they could touch. He tasted fur and blood, each sticking to the inside of his mouth as the liquid started to dry.
That scream. That horrible, blood chilling scream tormented him all these seasons, destroyed the wolf he once was. It sounded the same as back then; full of agony and despair. And, once again, Lawson was the cause of it. His fangs found skin to leave another permanent mark on the wolf who has remained nameless all this time.
Crimson liquid sloshed down his throat and he fought the urge to gag. Each sickening gulp made his stomach churn and knot. As quickly as the attack happened, it ended when Ruebane gave a mighty heave, and the brown wolf's jaws snapped shut at the air. His head fell to the ground as he greedily gulped down air, coughing up the remnants left behind. Blood and dirt coated his neck, chest, face, and blinded him as he blinked furiously.
The slight pause each wolf took made him aware of the dangerous situation. Groggily, he rolled onto his side to stand, but collapsed back down with a cry. He sneered at his now useless leg that still continued to bleed. This was bad.
His ears swiveled to the sound of paws thundering against the ground, but it was too late. The courser was slammed into, rolling in the grass like a rag doll before ending on his back. He barely had time to get his bearings before he felt teeth tearing into his flesh, a red blur ripping into every inch. A slash to his side, a bite to his shoulder, the sound of skin tearing, he could feel the absolute hatred with each attack.
The One, he didn't want to die here. Lawson kicked at the red male with his back legs yet it did little to defend against his attacks. Their snarls created a terrifying melody as they fought against the mistakes of their past.
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