This Ends Here. (WAR) }{ A war over water.

[Moon]

Izaray

I shrieked in outrage and slight pain as the leopard hit his head against my jaw. My grip slipped lightly at the shock of pain that made my jaw throb briefly, but even lightly was enough as the leopard continued to buck. I saved myself the disgrace of falling on my side, choosing to leap in between bucks and kicking him away at the same time. I turned on him, leaving no time for the spotted feline to regain his composure and swiped at his face and shoulders and flank without mercy.

Left, right, left, left, right, left. One after the other as I thrust my claws upon his front, adrenaline giving fuel to my frustration and manic lust to see blood soak the ground beneath my feet. My amber eyes flashed as I delivered another blow to his cheek.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Denerbe

My tongue hung limply from my jaws, as did that of Ezhno. The man had proven strong, even with his aging form. My misjudgement in the beginning had sacraficed quite a bit of my energy as he had suddenly exploded into rage as I taunted about his daughter. Doing such had broken a nerve and he had become an opponent worthy of my team. My energy was being stretched. But Ezhno's was fading.

I was a machine, built simply to kill. Ezhno's body had been made to simply survive. I watched his quiver in pain beneath his shredded pelt, blood drawing pools, feeding the water-negelcted land. The world had become so desperate that even the grass welcome the scarlet fluids of the fallen. Oh, but Ezhno was not down yet. The grasses could not reclaim his body. The way things were going, I came to reason that it may even be me who fed the lands by the end of this battle.

But, unlike Ezhno, I was perfectly okay with that.

There was uncertainty in the eyes of my foe. He wanted to live and judgement was fogged by his wishes for such a thing. My head was clear, able to calculate as thoroughly now as it had in the beginning. And I was young, my heart had many more beats before it would fail. No, I would not fall in this battle.

Smirking, I could see the brutes knees begin an awkward shake. His eyes pleaded with me silently, but a snare was planted on his maw. He would fight until he died, and never utter a breath sharing his want for mercy. I had to give him credit; he was tough. By now, if not for the risk of losing my water supply, I would have scurried off. I had no need to keep my pride. This cat, however, would rather perish than be disgraced.

"Oh Ezhno, I do not wish to kill you." I struck forward like a snake with lethal accuracy and speed. A tearing sound ripped above the heavy breathing we both now shared. Ezhno gasped in the pain as I spit a chunk of his bloody shoulder flesh to the side. "You see, all you have to do is let the world share the meager watering hole and you may live."

"Bite me."

Rolling my eyes, I batted the arrogant cat, forcing his knees to buckle beneath him. Despite his age, he was standing again, facing me, in only a moments time. I realized it was either kill this male or find a way to knock him out. I chose the latter, not desiring to end his life. It was not pity that had me lifting my chain cuff into the air and swinging it towards his head. I was bored of this war. Ezhno was weakened and so was I. There was as much my blood on the ground as his. Killing him would prove a lengthier task, and I just did not have the interest anymore.

The brute gave a muffled roar as the cuff hit the temple on his skull. He blinked a few times before crumbling unconcious on the ground, blood seeping from the gash now sitting fresh on his temple. Silently rejoicing at the rest I would now get, I galloped towards the trees to hide myself in the brush. I just needed a breather. If Ezhno awoke, I would be ready to fight again.

Just think of it as a timeout in football. This was, afterall, just a game to me.




Ahote

My mothers blood pooled around my feet as the life drained from her already pale eyes. I tried to convince myself of what I had just done, but found little will to do so. Now that the woman was gone, I had no reason to hide my emotions. I had no further weaknesses that I could show kindness to. I did not know my siblings, thus I felt no responsibility towards them. The only family I had ever had were both gone; Anna and Onida. I could be Ahote again. The broken man with nothing to do but follow orders.

Looking to Montego, I nodded my head in comprhension. Eyes following her, I saw a black monster take on the smaller sheila. It was strange, the instinct I found myself following that lead me to leap at the black panther with teeth bared. I landed beside it, death written on my face. The white on my maw was stained red with the scarlet life that had seeped from my mother. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you piece of crap?" I challenged it, dared it to step towards me.



Annora

The beast weighed more than she looked, and she had looked pretty friggen heavy to begin with.

I roared in disapproval as I squirmed beneath the mass, weaving my way from beneath the white one's pelt. With lethality, I spun to lunge at her exposed stomach, trying to take advantage of feline speed and her vulnerable position of being on her back.

[I L Y I C H]

ooc:// both Tuma and Glaedr is up for death due to the fact that there is no way he would win or get away from Izy and montego ate Glaedr's throat.. (and I think I've rped him once in this thread only xD) Feel free to kill them however you wish, power playing granted for the two of them~

Montego--
I couldn't feel me side anymore. Nerves had been hit, and blood soaked my tawny fur. He had knocked me back again before that voice sounded. Half out of it from blood loss I rolled my eyes up towards the ginger slug-shape that had appeared in the haze of my vision. "O-oberst? Damn, I can't see properly" I drug myself to my paws, snarling through the gab of his flesh I still held clutched in my maw from my previous attack. Spitting it out I stood rocking back and forth unevenly, but unwilling to simply sit back.

The black panther backed up in shock at the appearance of the tiger, I cold see that. My staring finally pieced together the scene. The creature that had ravaged my sides took a furious swipe at the Oberst. His golden eyes narrowed dangerously. "You, Sir are a monster! Destroying things you have no right to touch!" My legs shook as I limped around them. The panther's focus was on my superior. If I had been in a better state of mind I would have questioned his coming to help me, but right now I was busy sneaking around the beast that had turned me into a walking hunk of ground servile.

But I was ready to show the Oberst the single thing I was proud of my body for. The single strength my tiny form held. Without a sound the well muscled hind legs sent me flying. I could leap at any time a full ten feet off the ground. I could jump as far as twenty feet straight out. I landed on the enemies back without trouble, teeth grinding straight into the side of his throat. Blood spouted instantly, Id hooked a very important artery. Oh yes. Id killed him. Right there I could feel it, the arterial blood spattered my face and mixed with my own as in a lash I was flung once again in a spiral of colors and hurt to the dirty dusty ground.

I couldn't see him any more, either of them actually. It hurt to much to move. So I would sit still, panting on my side and wait. Listen. His labored fury turned on Ahote, but it was only a matter of time. His swipes grew weaker, I could hear the blood spurting from his throat. I'd caught him nicely, right under the chin. Hell if I died were I was as a pile of chewed up kitten Id be happy. Or at least not disappointed in myself.

But I wouldn't die. Not here after I'd accomplished this much. Whatever strength I had left went to dragging myself to my feet. What a sad creature I was, but what a sadder creature the dying jaguar was. To be brought down so swiftly by something as pathetic as me. I staggered, walking drunkenly back towards Ahote. Everything was swirling. I'd hit my head on the way back down to earth. "'s he 'ead yut?" My voice was slurred, tilting at odd angles. My huge ears swiveled painfully about searching.



Tuma--

There was no end to this madness. I was being torn apart, ever inch of me. Every hair slit in two. It hurt, and I screamed as I lashed back. I had no hope here, and terror fueled what furious horrified fight I gave. I would die here I was sure of that. But I would scar her first. My claws were thicker then hers, sharper. Made for climbing not running. My claws curved and caught flesh more deeply then hers. What I could reach in my smaller arm length would tear and rend just as easily as hers.

If my family was to die tonight then I would at give my single small bit of bravery for them. I was not scared of death, if only that. I could live with death. Live with Dio. With Anna. My eyes welled with tears. "You killed my Anna you selfish bitch!" it felt wonderful to send myself into a rage. Pain was something I could never display, not in my fears. No one came to save me, and though I half wished they would I knew I was on my own. My claws curved furiously at her face, at her shoulders, anywhere I could grip and tug.

I refused to simply die.




Noelle-

I lunged, not knowing what else to do. Mama was dead. Mama was dead. Mama was dead. Nothing else was real. I was just a child, I didn't know what death was. But I knew Mama was it. She wouldn't breath. Wouldn't. Tears sprang in my eyes, and my shriek followed Tuma's. Everyone was dying. Ilyich cried out from the other side of the clearing, but to my shock in triumph. A thud announced the monster she had been quarreling with was moving away. They snarled and spat at each other in her language, the odd twisted words hurt my head.

"You. You helped kill Mama" I would hate him forever for this. But I couldn't. My head hurt. I couldn't hate someone for doing what they had been raised to do, it made me selfish. But I did. I was a disgusting person, but I hated him. I wanted him dead. I wanted him dead at my feet. My eyes hardened into yellow crystals of hate. I was a liger, and by definition larger in size then he had been at my age. Stronger. Better. Arrogance was not simply an Alphonse trait.

I lurched, unhesitating this time. Snapping clawing. I would kill him, and Alphonse would do something to I was sure. He had loved Mama, no matter what he said. I cried as I shrieked my hate. The salty trails gripped my cheeks and crusted my eyes. I wanted this white pelted marauder dead. I wanted him gone. I wanted his very essence suffocated form his lungs. I would do it myself if Al wouldn't help me.



Paragon--

She wriggled free much to my annoyance. Why could they simply not die? It would make it so much easier, so much less painful. Her claws caught my belly before I could wrench my legs up to catch her. They grazed me deep enough to draw blood but shallow enough to spare my life. I kicked out with ever ounce of strength in my body. And that was a damn lot of power.

Rolling commando style and drawing myself to my feet I turned, facing her, the lioness who knew not when to stop and relent. Teeth bared and slick with spit I snarled. Taking a warning pace towards her my head lowered. "I was born to kill you, kitty. I was born to be better then you, to be so much better. Humans are horrible creatures and gave me no mercy. I will kill you kitty." I strode towards her, unhurried, militaristic. Stoic in all shapes and forms.

She would die unless she could prove she had a single trait better then I. Speed. Run little time bomb wile you still can. My teeth split apart, spit clinging in rabid like strings between them. Danger glinted in lavender eyes.

[Moon]

OOC: I only have one request: No face scars for Izaray. XD I know it sounds shallow, but I want her to have a pretty face to make up for her hideous personality! lol

Izaray

I screamed as his claws cut deeply into my shoulders, though no serious scar-giving blows came upon my face; I instinctively flinched away to protect it as soon as my opponent would move. Rage pulsed through my veins as he used name-calling, falsely accusing me of killing is precious Anna while Ahote was still stained with her blood. I backed away, out of the reach of his arms, then leaped at him with a great roar, baring my teeth to clamp tightly around is throat. He was putting up a good fight, I would admit that, but though I was only a year old, I was better. Ezhno had taught me ruthlessness and mercilessness from the day I was born, and in battle it was no different.

My sharp teeth dug deep into his throat, my claws ripping at his shoulders. With a final tug of my head, I broke away from him, bringing with me a chunk of his flesh which was quickly spat into the dust. Blood pooled around us from the fresh and ghastly wound. As I stared into the dark red puddle welling up in his fur, slowly but surely, a smile crept upon my face. With a final thought, I lifted my paw with claws unsheathed and brought it back down, quickly. On his face, the final blow he was dealt; four deep scratches that gouged open both his eyes and across his mouth. The ugliest of scars anyone could give. I leaped away from the leopard, looking for my Ackacheta with my pelt spattered and stained with blood.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Ackecheta

They were both run by emotion now. This was good in the sense that fighting was always less skilled at this point. However, rageful and sorrowful fighters were ruthless, quick...bombs. I no-longer simply fought two smaller foes, I fought two dangerous slaves to their own hearts. The heart was an awful device, that was why I had ripped mine out long ago. Both my parents had had to die by my paw so that I had been able to stand on my own two feet. Obligation to another was not something a warrior could welcome.

Oh, but it appeared that my own heart had been returned to me. Flesh blood wafted through the air and I curved my head momentarily to watch Izaray's oponent crumble in defeat. Pride swelled through me at my scarlet painted mistress, and I found myself lost in the sight of her. By the impact of both male and female liger was enough to draw me back to where danger was iminent. Now angry at the two little distractions, I too held some emotional battle in me. This would be a war of heart rather than loyalty, now. We were all working to the beat of our own drums.

The contact of them both had been simultanious, thus giving me a serious enough blow to throw me backwards a step and open up a painful little slice on my shoulder. Snarling in utter fury, I did not understand the grief these two were working off of. That woman had been nothing but horrid to them, as all parents are. If a parent did not abuse their child, they smothered. Ezhno, I knew, was an odd little mixture of both that had left a bitter taste in my mouth towards him as a parent to Izaray. And my parents had been just plain awful. No, these two should be thanking us for ridding their lives of Anna.

I was out matched by this duo, their size not extremely less than my own. It was clear they had inhereted the tiger gene for size and I began to feel the anxiety in my gut. But I was Ackecheta, I did not simply back down from battles. So, the two still lodged deep into my flesh, I curved my head to grab at Alphonse, any piece of flesh I could reach. It happened to be his thigh that I made contact with, his fleshy meat bursting as I clenched down and embedded my canines into the skin. The young male shrieked, having forgotten that I was able to fight back. He had been too engrossed in his own vengeful desires that he had simply thought I would lay down and let them eat me alive.

Snapping back my next, I tore the flesh away from its home, leaving a bleeding hole that would leave the most grusome of scars on the hindquarter of my male opponent. The beast dropped off, stunned by the sudden bursts of pain shooting through his body. He looked dumbly around to see the bleeding opening on his thigh, stood, then limped a step forward to assess his own mobility. I had not harmed the bone, but the pressure of putting weight on that hind leg brought tears to the brute's eyes. I laughed, momentarily forgetting about the other parasite continuing to stay lodged on my bulk.

Alphonse distracted for the moment, I through myself onto my side that housed the female worm. The girl was still a few inches short of my height, and her mass was far inferior to my own. For now I could still crush her with my shere size. That advantage would not last forever, but I was not concerned for the future. Right now all that mattered was that I was bigger, and the amount of bulk I was about to thrust onto her should be sufficent enough to knock the wind from her lungs, stunning her body into releasing its death hold on me.




Ezhno

I slowly raised myself to my paws, lifting my paw to rub my throbbing temple. My memory did not immedietly return, but when it did, I let out a roar of rage, looking for the dog I had battled. My amber eyes scanned the treeline until I spotted the glowing lights of her eyes in the shadows of the dead fauna. I started feriously towards her, ready to take her by surprise as she sat catching her breath, but was stopped by the falling of a panther.

My eyes caught sight of the tiger and I prepared to move on, ininterested. But I paused, noting that the blood on him was already drying, so he had not been the one to kill the giant beast. Looking down, I saw the Ende servil bleeding, but still concious. Hearing her question, my lips broke into a grin of amusement, not caring how close to bleeding out the girl could be. "You, puny woman, took down this great monster? And yet, my woman are of great mass and can not bare to kill a flying insect sucking their blood! Oh how I envy Symphony for his pride! How unfortunate that you are not a lioness for me to take as a lady of Akando!" My eyes were a mixture of pleasure and disapointment as I peared down at the tiny killer.

"Dude, Montego's a boy."

I looked up to meet a level gaze from the tiger, Ahote. In the lifeless depts of his orbs I caught the challenge present there. I was a man who took challenges. "Young man, I know a lady when I see one, whether the human's have taking the genitalia or not!"

"You are treading dangerous waters."

I took his words as if they were supposed to be threatening, so I released a bellow of a laugh. "What strange and arrogant cats Symphony houses."




Annora

I believed her words. My mind was not an arrogant one. Just because I had cut some flesh, my training screamed that this was an unjust battle. My human's had said that if all hope is lost, flee. They could not afford to send their felines out with mindsets that made them fight hopeless battles. But I was hesitant. I had been around wild cats with too much pride for far too long. Some of the illogical battle beliefs that call for even completing suicide missions had seeped into my brain. Oh God, I had taught the cubs to fight and never back down!

Suddenly my eyes looked around to see the positions of Izaray and Ackecheta. Izaray had just pulled down a cowardly leopard that I myself had almost fought, but Ackecheta was clearly in some trouble. I knew he would not run away. I willed Izaray to go on and help him, or for Ackecheta to gain some good sense on his own so that he would high tail it out of there. It was not in my heart to care for the cubs, but I did know that one less on our side would be an advantage to the opposing team. Greedy intentions for compassionate thoughts.

Gazing back at my own dilemma, I assessed the situation. "You speak truth." It was curt and I made no move to say I would continue fighting or run away. I simply stared, calculating. I could not beat this dog. I had nothing on it. It was a genetic monster created simply to end my life. It's birth place was in a factory, while mine was in a womb. I was made to survive natural dangers. This dog was far from being natural.

"I have not written my will yet, Dog, thus I plan to stay alive." My eyes held fearless reason. Unlike Ezhno, I was confident Symphony would not view backing down as cowardly when all odds sat against me. My Fuhrer was a smart man, unlike the muscle headed brute that was going to drag Akando to its demise. Regret ate away at me. I could have taught the two children better and they would have been great leaders. But, no, I had given them the ability to simply be a more powerful version of Ezhno. More powerful, but no smarter.

I felt that if I turned to simply trot away and find fearful Orenda or young Shanandoah, this dog would attack me from behind. I did not know how to move away without dying. I turn and she attacks me. I walk backwards and I end up planting myself in one of the other battles going on around me.

[I L Y I C H]

Paragon--

I watched her, lavender eyes holding nothing but murder. And she relented, and the murder cleared instantly. I did not trust her words, but I was no the monster many thought me to be. I was far from the norm but I was no devil. She had thrown up her white flag so I would take it and spread it out. "Go then. I am not a coward who attacks the backs of fleeing cats." I turned my snout up. This was not my war, I had come because this source of water was too hard to come by.

Frankly had Akando not been involved I would not have helped. Ende and their disturbed leader would not have stopped a beast they could not kill without dying themselves. Akando did not share that mindset. I turned my head, watching my ex-opponent whilst preparing for whatever fight would come for me next. My teeth clipped together thoughtfully. "It would be stupid of me to waste an opportunity to kill an enemy but I quarrel little and care less" My eyes narrowed.

If she left now, turned her back and left I would do nothing. If I saw her on this battlefield even in a side operation I would not continue to extend her white flag. Her throat would come out. But honesty was in me now, I was not the liar. She would go free and unmolested back to Ende territory.



Montego--

I stared blankly up at Ezhno, only catching every other word or so. My ears swiveled, legs trembling as if in denial. Every drop of emotion in my eyes died in a blip of blackness. They all said that thing,that horrid thing. They all said it because it was true, and no matter how hard my very subconscious had fought it I could not fight truth. If there was any liquid in my body to waste I may have cried. But as it was I was being rewarded, no matter my pains or the sudden stark realization that couldn't quiet slap me in the face due to the blood.

Papa lied. My only single connection to the truth had lied. And I knew nothing any more. What else was false? What part of me was untrue? My legs gave way as I slumped slowly into the dirt. Setting my head on my paws as I panted I eyed them both. Tired, alone feeling like shit, my body shuddered. My blood mixed with the dead jaguar's in the sand and in my fur. Some of my wounds had ended their oozing a couple deeper ones whispered still.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I paused, staring up at the giant lion that hovered above me with disappointment and amusement in his eyes. I brushed my tongue across my lips. I was a woman. Dammit. I hated women. I was a sexiest ass against myself. Wonderful. I ground my teeth together and stood, slowly and weakly but did so all the same. To remain bowed before the king of Akando for any longer would be too great a disgrace.

Panting still, the breath coming hard and heavy against my teeth, I stared up at them. My eyes swam, head swam body swam. My entire form lay hunkered in pain and grief and blank confusion. But this was not the time. I could not deal with this right now. The vault opened, and I shoveled every bit into it and slammed the door. Not now. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I can not fight without ending my life at this point" My voice was back properly as I took control of my body again.

I felt weak, exposed. All to feminine in front of a pair of men I had once gleaned the word 'sir' from. Or at least one of them. The other had only ever called me that when he heard my name from afar. My ears hunched back. I would rest, find Symphony and report. Ask him. He would say what he thought I thought. He was keen and sharp when it came to such things. Sym was a shockingly good therapist for a man of such twisted standereds. My head twitched towards Ahote, eyes falling giving a low nod of a salute before I twisted sideways. Away. Had to get away. The limp was bad, and I could feel the places my movements would be hampered by scar tissue.

Damn. I had to find Symphony. I moved away as quickly as I could, tail dragging in the dirt. My shoulders on the other hand remained stiff, stout. Soldiery. I was too proud to drop that now, not even if I walked onto my death bed. Not even if I walked from the pot into the flames. I would not be weak. Never. I was too strong.


Noelle--
"Alphonse!" The bite deep, I couldn't see but I could smell. I heard my brother cry out. My claws tightened, hate adding to hate. My brain slammed down into a calculating state. I was a smart girl. I would destroy him. My poor brother. My poor mother. But in some part of my mind I wondered how sad it made me to think I loved my brother far more then I had ever loved my mother. It had been easier to love him, and in this revenge it would be far colder.

No one hurt Al and got away with it.

As he rolled I did nothing, and his greater weight pressed me to the ground. It hurt me, hurt my ribs and stopped up my breathing but I could hold that. My claws on the other hand were forced deeper into him by the motion. By his own motions. My paws spread across either side of his ribs dug in deeper. So much deeper. And if he wanted them out before I pried them apart he would have to roll his ass back over and let me up.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

OOC//: Just thought of a way to give Ackecheta the okay to run away!

Ackecheta

The girl was inflamed. I could feel her razors burrow deeper, thirsty for revenge. I had crossed a line. It was one thing to be on the side of the one who killed their mother. Their mother had not been a good woman. But these two were siblings. I did not know the love a sibling had for the other, but if this woman's sudden venom was any voice for it, sibling devotion was the strongest love of all.

I was quickly back on my paws, my own weight having been pushing the woman deeper into my flesh. I considered my position and eyed Alphonse to be sure he did not rejoin. As I did so, I followed his eyes, which had curiously been diverted away from the tussle his sister and I were currently in. I followed the gaze and spotted my Alpha being approached aggressivley by the Ende Ahote. Had the man gone mad, about to fight one on his own side? I had a new mission now, one much more important; defend my Father in Law.

"Hey, lady, back down! Mercy! My buisness is not with you, anymore!" I shook myself, spitting out the jagged sounds in a flurry of air. I had to get to Ezhno, who was challenging the bigger male like the idiot he was.

"Ezhno, I told you you were treading dangerous waters."

I heard Ahote's low warning before lunging at my Alpha. I roared in fury as I attempted t shake free from the woman. "Unpaw me, woman!"

[I L Y I C H]

Noelle--

Un-paw him? Like hell I would. I clung all the tighter, burying fangs into his fur, adding to his pain. My claws penetrated as deep as I could drag them I didn't care if I was just a mere nuisance. I was still keeping him from his precious alpha. My throat vibrated, harsh rasping noises emanating from a voice box not use to making such angry sounds.

He'd have to beat me to the dust before I let go. He'd have to break my jaw or otherwise incapacitate me to keep me from latching back on. At this point I was a bull dog, ready to be drug about the fighting ring. Blood would pool before my teeth would be unclasped. My eyes darter around to look for Al. To tell him to get back away from the monster that had hurt his so badly.

I would take care of this like any good sister would.




Symphony--

The woman hobbling beside me had suddenly decided she was indeed a woman. Or better yet she had been forced to see it. Injured weak and petrified she had it shoved in her face. It was all Ezhno's doing, and frankly I was ready tot ear him apart. People don't mess with my family. That's what we were no matter what any one said. We were a family. Insanity is an inherited trait.

I walked at a clip, though careful to allow Montego to keep up. She had refused my offer to carry her, as I had expected her to. At this point I was waiting for her to simply keel over so I could carry her back home. My poor prideful little servile. My tail swept the dirt behind me, blood tricking form its torn black-white tip. That leopard had done a number on me before I'd managed to beat her off and hurry back to my post.

Montego had been waiting for me with pained eyes and as any father should I listened to her worries. Even in the heat of battle I would protect my pride. My Ende. Only their fuhrer decided when the would be allowed to die. I was too possessive to hurt them. I don't break my toys. Hate pooled in electric blue eyes as I turned my face to Ezhno. But it would seem I was not the only one who found offense in his treachery. Montego lagged behind as I neared. I did not blame her.

The soldier boy had suddenly been pulled apart into a little soldier girl. It was a drastic change and she needed time to dwell. Montego always enjoyed her dwelling time. I slapped up to them, huge white paws catching the dirt and flinging it up. The battle had slowed around me, those loyal powerful few of Zonta watched us with hate in their eyes. Of course they did, we had killed so many. The leopard I had fought crept around, ginger eyes locking on me before they slipped sideways to Ahote far too much knowledge glowed in those depths.

"Oi! Ahote darling its time to go home" I waved my head at Montego for emphasis, the little spotted girl puffed up her chest trying to appear disdainful instead of frightened. She was slicked thin and petite by the blood in her fur. My tail lashed. "Annora! Orenda! Run for the hills they kicked out ass. Sad a bit. I guess" I rolled my eyes back up with a bounce. This was had gotten out of hand, that much was clear. But I had wanted war and water. I had gotten only one.

But I had learned much in return. My eyes turned about before I rested them on Ezhno. "Sorry Ezy but I know when my cats have to stop." And with a beckon to Ahote and whatever anger he held still despite the death of Anna I sprung away. In my leaving my white flag held a tarp of defense about me. The white folami moved not an inch. The Leopard continued to ignore us and crept up towards Izary, huge spotted shoulders rolling with the small cuts I had managed to land there. I felt no need to warn the princess before I was gone.

Ende dose not hold Akando's fight to the death policy. Because frankly I'm not as dimwitted as muscle for brains. I am mad, yes the voices even say so, when they speak in their whispers in my ears. I may be mad but I am not stupid. No one has ever deemed me and my constant crucial plotting stupid.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Ezhno

The bloke was far larger than I and his attack had been unexpected. Ahote was on my team. How stupid he was for attacking his own when so many wished to kill him themself? But, if the boy wanted to fight, I would battle him. It would save me the trouble of warding off the canine that had barely defeated me. She had knocked me out for mercy, I assumed. It was a cowardly think for the sheila to do.

At least, that is what I told myself.

Roaring in a new rage, I prepared to take a decent chunk out of the stripped ass that now knawed on my skin. But his name was spoken and he obeyed in a blink of an eye. Even my blessed heirs did not respond with such perfection. Ahote leapted aside and landed gracefully when the white menace gave an order. I watched him in surprise. He seemed unthreatened by my form, only focusing on watching his pride.

Following his gaze, I saw him nod as the lioness shepherded a leopardess and young cougar that I had not even been aware of. Annora, Orenda, and Shanandoah gone, Ahote seemed satisfied and bolted to trot in at the back of the group. I stood dumbfounded as my pride was the only enemy left. Ende cowards!

The dog I had earlier warred saw my eyes avert between Izaray and Ackecheta, examining who needed aid the most. She pranced over to me with warning painted on her face. Survival clicked then and I turned to Ackecheta and whistled. "Someone get that rat girl off of Ackecheta!" Looking to Izaray, "And, babe, watch your back. There's a leopardess coming."

Thinking quickly, I let out a long breath of air and released a bellow to call for attention. "Okay, Akando, retreat! We have lost this battle..." Looking to the dog I narrowed my eyes. "But we will be back." Then, puffing out my chest in a prideful manner, my feet carried me arrogantly from the camp. I just wanted to get out of there with some dignity. The kids were old enough to hold their own.





Denerbe

As I watched Ezhno leave, I rolled my eyes after the man. Symphony was a man I could appreciate. I hated arrogance and stupidity. Looking around, I challenged the lioness carefully before seeing Noelle hanging tight to the yearling lion, despite his desire to just leave now. I caught Alphonse limping back into the fight, but I was faster than he.

Picking him up, I tossed him aside and ignored his frustrated yelp of surprise. Then, grabbing Noelle's scruff, I pulled in a rough fashion. "Girl, I'm a Folami, it's my job to eat you. Don't tempt me. Let go." I could not sympathize or understand these hateful attacks. My mission had been to win this fight because survival said I needed to. The others were fighting out of emotion. It was weird, looking at the picture blankly while the others felt rage and sorrow. I felt superior.

OOC//: My worst post yet, lol.

[I L Y I C H]

Akando Kitties--

I lifted my head, teeth bared and dripping with spit and blood. The war was over and we had gained nothing. Fletch staggered up to me, a tear in her shoulder shivering in the heat. My eyes lashed sideways, watching Ezhno's walk as he attempted to keep up some semblance of dignity. Any respect I had for him dropped like a fly and was mashed under my unforgiving claws. So much for wanting this cause to succeed. The enemy had so few left, we had caused the greater casualty. My teeth ground together as with a furious roar I lurched after my alpha.

Ezhno was pathetic. He didn't have the brains to defeat this pathetic assimilation of cats and dogs. He had a heart so thick with arrogance he had refused the simpler better way towards Zonta's end. Fletch trotted silently behind me, head lowered. I could feel the agitation surging off the mute creature's body. Such pathetic warriors they were. I would not stop to help the white pelted boy, and in fact lurched away with a hiss when the black and purple mutt moved towards him. Fletch plowed past me, face contorted in rage before she vanished into the underbrush myself close behind.



Zonta Kitties--

I wavered, eyes landing on Noelle as she was pried away from her valiant effort to destroy the white pelted monster. She hung from the Folami's jaws, knowing the words to be true. The liger was not stupid, and the shrewd look back towards the creature embedded this further in my brain. Having been caught in my approach I deftly moved away from the lioness. My steps were heavy, orange eyes flicking every where at once. Anna, dead. Tuma, dead. Blood every where.

I couldn't even enjoy the ringing of pain in my body.

I could do nothing but approach the cubs, who I had long sense called siblings. Noelle hung limp, her eyes dark in a way I had never seen on her. My gaze turned towards the folami, face blank of everything but the half interpreted spark of pain riddled joy. I said nothing, did nothing. What could I say? An emotionally deprived animal had no right to intrude on the children's grief. The small pain I felt was nothing compared to the dead look shrouding them.

I had taken on that deadness a long time ago, and wile they would shake it off soon I would never loose it' cloying edge.




Ende Kitties--

Montego had limped up after me, and as such I watched her with mild concern. She looked a bit loopy, and though she fought to keep pace with the rest of us she was staggering. I drew Ende around me, tail lifting and lashing to pull them into position. White bleached body a spark of snow against dry lands I moved obvious and contemptuous through the wastes.

And then Montego slammed face first into the ground. I turned towards her prone form, halting the line to bend down and get a sniff at her. Panic clutched me, but released as I saw her chest heave. I shook my head. "Little Montego is out cold" I puffed, looking sideways at my pride out of worry for them. We must leave as quickly as possible. Paranoia did not allow me to trust our enemies or our friends for long.

"Ahote, nab her will you?" I prodded her with my nose, careful to pull back when she groaned in pain in response. I nodded towards the tiger, frowning. "Ahote, Oberst, you are in charge for now. Annora come with me, we guard the flanks and circle the charges" And with that I slid away into the brush to the left, expecting my second in command to take the right hand cover.




Paragon--

I watched silently as they slipped away one by one. But I would not move until they had all left. Their forms moved at the edges of my vision as I let it space out. My ears remained pricked, twisting and questioning. Nothing could be trusted until proven completely true.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

OOC//: Not to power play or anything, but I am going to speak for Moon when I say both Izaray and Ackecheta have followed frustratingly now after their alpha...That way they aren't just standing there awkwardly.

Ahote

As the small girl stumbled and fell, I found my way beside her before Symphony had even given my order. Nodding, I watched the older man go, the golden lioness quick to obey in silence. "Yes sir." My voice was quiet, a whisper more to myself than to my Fuhrer. Gazing towards Orenda and Shanandoah, I nodded forward to have them take the lead. Orenda eagerly obeyed, and her little sidekick bounded to keep the leopardess' pace.

Gently, I dug my canines into the scruff of the servil. My intention was to put the girl into the saddle of my back where I figured she would be most comfortable. I did not have the benefit of a maternal instinct that would make me realize right off that being carried by the scruff truley was the most efficient and comfortable way for both the rider and the transporter. Logic, however, came to that conclusion after coming to terms that I would have to throw the limp form into the air in order to try and skillfully catch her on my back. I knew I would kill her in such a fashion, seeing as I would undoubtfull drop her to the ground several times before making a perfect save.

Teeth that could and would crush bones on any given day, now gingerly let the girl dangle lifelessly from them. Arching my head, I started briskly after my comrads, eyes set on them and their surrondings, but my mind focused on the cat in my jaws. If I had been quicker, she would not be in this mess. If I had not been so entranced in ridding the world of Anna, the leopard would have bit had my flank as it landed defensivly before the girl. If, if, if....I had to toss aside the what if's and remain intent on the positive of the now. She was alive. Symphony was alive. Annora was alive, Orenda, Shanandoah....my pride had survived. Zonta was in ruins and now weakened. Two cubs and a masocistic leopardess. That was all Zonta was now. With Symphony's approval, we could easily take charge of that land even without Monetgo being in any health. However, we could wait for her to heal. Yes, I would keep any thoughts of retaliation to myself until the sweet girl was walking strongly once again.

"What a brave woman." I found myself whispering it, muffled through her scruff.



Alphonse

Something clicked as I watched the enemies recede and happened a glance at Anna's fallen form. I was the leader here. This was my pride. My pride was in ruins. I was hurt. Noelle was angry. I was angry, but I couldn't be. It was my job now to keep a level head.

Groggily lifting myself to stand, I looked to the strangers that had invaded our camp to aid us. My main focus was on the purple monster that had my sister dangling from her slobbering jaws. Narrowing my gaze, I snarled. The dog was taken by surprise and dropped Noelle to the ground before stepping forward to tower over me. Her eyes were not angry or scared or anything....simply curious.

Not letting myself be intimidated, I shuffled to sit close to my sister and eye each nameless dog on the land. "We of Zonta greatly appreciate your aid. The success would not have been possible without you. You are all free to come and use our water supply as long as you keep in mind that we all must share what little recourse is there. But, if you don't mind, I think it is best for everyone who is not of Zonta to leave. As you can guess, we have some personal affairs to sort out."

"Can I take the nonZonta cat?"

In surprise, I looked to the one who had spoken as if she lead the pack when my mother had been too angry to think clearly. The wires clicked in my head and I gagged at the knowledge of knowing what she wanted the fallen leopard for. "I must say no for he is an idol for our pride. He died in our defense. I'm sorry to ruin your dinner plans." The dog shrugged and walked off, uncaring at the disgust and hostility that now inhabited my tone. She was gone without further word, her place no longer in this camp.

My eyes turned to Noelle and I let my mask melt away. Our mother was dead. Tuma, whom had been like an uncle, was gone. "At least we have Ilyich." I wanted to be positive. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be alpha. But despite all this, my voice cracked and I dipped my head with closed eyes...and I let the silent tears river down my face and into the lifeless soil, which greedily soaked up even the tears of the mourners.

[Moon]

OOC: I was just gonna have her do that anyway, Bhu lol. So, I thought Ezhno was supposed to die in this battle?

Izaray

Frustrated at being led away from another battle with a leopard, I hissed at the spotted feline before falling in behind my father and beside my Ackacheta, giving one of his wounds a tender lick. "Next time we battle, stay in my sight so I don't have to search for you," I pleaded, though it sounded somewhat like an order. I gave a gentle smile at him before speeding up a bit to stand beside Ezhno. I butted my head against his shoulder, exactly where I stood in proportion to his size, and looked up at my daddy with a smile, my muzzle still stained garishly with the leopard's blood. "Father, did you manage to see my first kill?" I asked him, hope rushing through me as I pictured my father nodding approvingly as I took down the other cat.

For some reason, I felt the need to always prove myself as bloodthirsty and vicious yet always willing to follow orders with smarts and skill. Something about our relationship called for the tests in loyalty, for both of us, though I wasn't complaining at all. I wanted Ezhno to know that I respected and cared for him but would not hesitate to take his place if need be. I always hoped he would admire me for this ability to push things away and get on with my life. He could always be sure that his pride would be in good paws if anything were to happen to him.

[I L Y I C H]

Ende Cats--

I hung silent and stiff from the moving rocking thing that held me suspended. My mind was a clog of pain and confusion. What had happened? I had been walking a minute ago, hadn't I? Oh it hurt. My teeth ground together audibly, ears flicking hitting something soft and warm. Breath against my neck sent a shocked shudder through me. I was being carried? I see. Id blacked out. My body curled as best it could now that I was awake, trying to make my pathetic form less awkward to carry.

What a useless thing I was. My only gift to make myself less wonky for whoever was carting my brutalized form. At least I'd killed the bastard that did this to me. Small paws clutched at my chest as I curled, tail flicking weakly at my belly. I felt like hell, and drunk to the very pit of my stomach. It was horrid. The rocking was helping though, the steady rhythm calming and sorting my thoughts.

Where ever the Fuhrer had gone I knew he was scouting, being sure that the enemy did not follow our retreat. Or better yet, that Akando didn't pull some nasty trick on our flanks. I whimpered as my body turned slightly in a painful position, the thin scruff at the back of my neck pinching uncomfortably. Catching the sound I ripped it backwards, clogging it back down my throat. Just because I had suddenly been flung into the world as a woman didn't mean I was going to act like one.


Zonta cats--

I stepped forward, watching Alphonse with a fair amount of pride. A good boy. What a good alpha he would be one day when he outgrew his harsh arrogance. His sister having been dumped unceremoniously to the dirt, she pulled herself up shooting a rough glance at the folami before skirting to Al's side. Noelle touched him briefly, her nose brushing against his shoulder before she sat beside him. Displays of affection could wait until we had flung all the none pride animals away from our grief. Or better yet, their grief.

I am such a horrid person. So unable to feel that even as the woman I had loved as a mother lay dead I could not feel anger. The red hot touch left no imprint on my brain. All my life seemed to have fled away when my wounds scabbed over. Making a mental note to repair that problem later I moved to take a stand beside my siblings. The folami moved away without a word, and I offered her none. Thanks was not needed in this reign of mutual survival. Tail curling behind me I took my seat before the heirs of Zonta.

"Still have me, ja" I looked at them both, ginger eyes scanning for imperfections. Such ugly creatures we all were, but they sat tired hurt and furious and I could see no flaws in their facets. A weak broken smile pulled up, false as a myth on my face. "You did well, both of you. Herzlichen Glückwunsch" My face set into harsher lines. "Andererseits..." My large head swung about, searching out the destruction, the death. "We have much to do" My eyes found home on Alphonse. "Dear brother, Alpha Alphonse" Noelle lifted her eyes, warm despite the rings of grief there.

"Alpha Alphonse" She murmured, dropping her head in acknowledgment of her brother's rights. Noelle's golden striped face had taken on a slightly shrewd aspect that I doubted would leave. What her brother would miss from pride or arrogance would be caught by those sharp eyes I was sure. One day these two would no longer need me. I smiled, real true and proud. Such could children.



Paragon--

I was no longer needed here. They had left, the enemy. The single other dog in the camp. With her departure my anxieties fled almost completely. As it was, my lavender eyes rested on the small prince, taking in his words before nodding. "I thank you little king." My voice was low, but true. I was sure I could form a good political bond with this pride. If nothing else then over the concept of mutual survival.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Ezhno

My two youngest, the futures of Akando, were quick to catch up with my casual pace. I ignored the boy for I knew he would be ashamed at not having killed anyone in this war. The two ligers were more power than I could have handled at his age, but Ackacheta was like me in the fact that our shame was illogical and came when it shouldn't. My daughter, however, was eagerly bouncing a question at me, her teeth scarlet as she spoke.

"I did, dear Izaray, and I must say I am truley thrilled at your success! You will be a fine Head Huntress when I lose my throne!" My smile beamed as I spoke, pride flowing through me at my daughter's excitement for the slaughter. It was one thing to kill a being --Anabi was a brutal weapon who could take down enemies four times her size-- it was another thing to be able to withstand the guilt of doing so by not having any.


Alphonse

The term alpha tacked on before my name, and then the title of little king, made some wire click in the deep crevice of my brain. I slipped on my mask, lifting my skull that would soon house an awkward half mane (cursed tiger genes robbing me of a full head of hair). My eyes blankened as I glanced around my devastated camp--the actual camp was utterly destroyed. Any beginnings of dens had been flattened, barriers trampled, living grass dug up. And the blood...it was everywhere. Every animal had shed their blood in this camp, and there had been a lot of animals to bleed.

Looking to the remaining canine, I dipped my head in respect. I was the king here, that much was true. My word would be law from now until the day I ceased to breath. But this dog had helped us with no kinship to the pride. I could show respect and not be degrading myself. Glancing again to the ruins of my camp, I sighed in exhausten at the knowledge of what had to happen now. "Time to rebuild a life we had not finished creating the first time." It wasn't a complaint, just a statement as I stood up and started towards a pile of debrie that had been the starting of a den before being crushed by warring foes. I picked up a broken twig that had been fated to be a support for the den....it had grown fragile with the trampling so it shattered in my jaws.

"Ugh." It was all I could muster, that one sound as I looked at the dust that had been the stick I had just held. How could we survive if Dio neglected us from rain? We were only three cats, and then we had the two dogs. Akando and Ende would continue to grow and they would return. If the rains did not come back, survival would push the two prides against us once more. I understood why they had to do it, but that didn't make me hate them any less.

Besides, had they been smarter, I would have been glad to persuade my mother to share with them. But now she was dead because of them and, honestly, I'm a vengeful spirit. My heart thirsted for the sight of each one of them dying of thirst and starvation. Morbid and against everything I had ever been taught, but sometimes wars change people.

[I L Y I C H]

Noelle--

I nodded head dropping and hanging for a moment before I could manage to pick it back up. It took all the courage I could muster to not fall out of my icy temper into the heat and start to sob. Because under my hard expression tears brimmed and pooled and my heart cried in its grief. Mommy. Why did you die? Why didn't you put up a fight? You let him kill you, that Ende bastard. You let him murder you. My shoulders seized, and I fought for composure. Everything had shattered in an instant, caught and destroyed in the wake of war and greed.

Like everything else in the world.

Drawing my claws through the dirt I swung around to face my brother in one shock of a motion. "We can do this, Al." It wasn't a whine of a weak fearful girl it was a powerful statement. If Alphonse was Alpha then I had just become head huntress. Our decisions would make or break our pride. We had only family left, and that itself was in shambles. A sharp grin snapped into place on my face. "We will rebuild our family" An undercurrent stung my words as violent intention slipped in.

"And we'll get those bastards back" To think less then an hour ago I would have kicked and screamed at such an idea. I use to be a passive girl and now in a single battle my entire life altered before my eyes.


ooc:// crappy post is crappy Dx Anyway should we wait for Moon to reply once more and then lock it or what do you think?