Hell fire, Dark fire [WAR START]

[I L Y I C H]

Your so sensitive
and I am - I am a machine

lucifer-
I stood tall, mouth twisted into a cruel smile. The sun was beginning to fall and Carska would have no warning. We had a scent track to follow and surprise on our side. This little rebellion would be over, and it's queen dead by the morn'. This pack, once more under my command, would have this thing gone before morning. Or the humans would find out. And we would all be tormented if they did. A shudder ran up my body, breaking my stride and in turn dragging a snarl from Hati. Stupid woman, should have stayed behind with the children, but no.

They had been left behind with whoever the fuck stayed back. It didn't matter I would tally on the way back and punish those who had not walked here to ambush with us. One would think that the others would see. Even those stupid kitten huggers should see what this desertion could do to us. All of us, our entire breed, we would be destroyed and rebuilt. There were some who thought Man had ever right to do this, but I for one hold a certain level of normality. I for one would like to live, and if that meant an utter blood bath then that is what would happen.

Carska was leading her followers down a path none of us could survive. Perhaps she was evolving,and taking the few with her, but we left behind in the mire would not let them leave so easily. They were disgusting monsters. At least normal folami could claim to be man made monsters. They had no such claim. They renounced their humans,and thus their only true gods.

Instinct pushed me to hate them, and to fear them too. This war that I was starting, it was no war for our humans. even the stupidest of children could see that. This thing, we trudged through the horrific heat to start a war over minds. Over thought and belief and religion. This was a holy war, in the most crucial of ways. Even I, having been born cruel and raised viscous, could not help but shudder at the thought before resolution locked my eyes forward and my lips into a silent snarl.

Blood would spill in great pool's today. Creatures would die. For the sake of belief. For some made up shit that meant the world to a group of AWOL animals. This would never have happened if they could have just conformed. No one would die. I wouldn't have tot take this outlandish route into a civil war that was promising to be the greatest blood bath the land had ever seen. Tree's would grow from the amount of hot liquid we would fell today.

My gait was strong, the trot even and built for endurance. Sand and scrub gave way to the miles as I took my war party forward. Creatures thought me cruel, and surly I was. But I was not a monster. I am merely a properly trained folami. If that makes me a sick bastard then so be it.

I'm that way because
back in the day - most of you forsook me

carska-
I stood silently, settled in a slight dip in the landscape. The scent trail we had left coming in was right before my nose now, settled into the ground quiet nicely where I had sent Logan and Paradox to trample it flatter. Let them come, because they were coming. Fido sat beside me, it's frame stiff. Perhaps it's tiny size frightened it. Maybe it was just frightened, but I held the distinct instinct that there was someone the fox like creature didn't want to see. Or at least not see injured.

God couldn't we all agree with that.

Ears flicking backward, I turned my head just enough to look at the folami scattered in some ill fitted equation behind me. Paradox stood farthest back, the expression on his black mask haunted. The man was repeatedly drawing his tongue over his front teeth, as if he was whipping a taste from his mouth. Mahal was before him, crouched but heavy with determination. My precious son was no child any longer. He and Clarimonde had aged in these last few days. No, I was kidding no one. My children and those surrounding them had aged faster then any child should. Clarimonde had been drug into this, as had Val.

This place was thick with pain and hurt. Adult terms that had been forced into children's hearts, and now we led them to war. Oh the scar tissue that must be forming. The bitterness we implanted in everything around us. And now it would expand, or at least flow back into the earth.

Ears effectively pinned to the top of my skull I looked back int he proper direction. Sooner or later He would come to the slight rise and I would order the line in. Standing atop our hill Vea Apxn would be hidden. The original pack would not.



ooc:// I took slight power playing control for out of thread alpha orders. I can change them if anyone has issues with them c:

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Bidziil
What had I become? I was a monster among monsters; a prisoner amongst inmates. I was surely the lowest form these precious lands had come to know. My great lords hand crafted me to be the best, to be their ruthless messiah...and yet I still managed to fail. I was given all possible advantages and still I fell short of perfection.

I was not worthy of the life I had come to grudgingly love.

Where I stood now, dangling awkwardly at the rear of the pack, was not where my paws itched to stand. My heart lay elsewhere, up yonder on the ridge. I could smell her and my kin, though it was only faint. I prayed to the forbidden God, knowing there was a likely chance Fido had not found m'lady. If we took their gathering by surprise, they were doomed.

But if warned, they stood a chance.

My insides were tight as I walked in a fashion that would tell tales of unbending joints. The atmosphere was thick with the world's uneasy contemplation on this war among family.

Yes, family.

Remorse filtered in, hanging my skull lower, not even finding the energy to inhale her sweet scent any longer. This war was going to happen. Dogs would die on both sides. If I were to be faced with either Carska or my children, there was a chance I would choose they die.

My pride was too damn important to give any other answer.

My daughter twitched her tail as she walsed arrogantly in front of me, her eyes occassionally carrying over her shoulder to shoot the most lethal of uncertain glares. I knew that if it came down to it, we would brawl and I would hold back more so than her. She would kill me. I had once been her god, and now I was he devil.

How the times do change.





Nimrod
I ached to see her face. The face of that wretched woman who had carelessly tried to kill off our race. Her selfish actions were putting all our lives in danger, and she seemed either blind to the fact, or ignorant to the consiquences. Our gods were vengeful saviours. They created us and thus had every right to toss us to our replacements; whatever new, flawless being they conjured up.

My maw lay even with my current alpha's flank. The humans would disapprove of any but Bidziil guiding us, but what they did not know would not hurt them. Lucifer was a fine temporary master, but he would not hold in he long run. Once Mistress Carska was done away with, her precious children slaughtered, Bidziil would come around to being who he knows he has to be.

I had the upmost confidence in Alpha.

His daughter, however, showed too much of an even mix. She was, to perfection, a personality replica of Carska AND Bidziil. The two of them could not coexist in one mind for it is a lethal combination.

Chancing a glance towards said woman, I spotted her throwing daggers with her stare into the top of Bidziil's coal mane. I snared at the lady, the soft sound catching her attention and forcing it to me. "Is the pretty Princess mad at Daddy for being a Folami?" I teased the girl, knowing she had the misguided concept that her and Val were somehow more Folami than the rest of us dogs. Where Val wiggled his pink ass self into that image was beyond me.

She spit at me before looking away, obviously judging me unworth her precious time. I could only nod in sympathetic understanding, though my grin lay cruelly on my maw. Alonda would stand by her mother's side until her final breath came forward.

The Princess and her little pet would die with the rest.

[Kunabee]

Ekshen
Somehow I knew the war was coming. I was heading there now, heading towards were I now smelled them both - the two sides of the pack, the family. Whatever the hell it is. I don't care anymore. Thoughts thunder in my head, and I shake it viciously, trying to chase them out. Just run, Ekshen. Just move, Ekshen. I repeat it to myself.
And then I'm near enough. I slow down. I hunker down, and then stop. This is it. This is my choice. So, what do I pick? Horrible memories, horrible memories, hatred, love... It's all there. I breath. I summon up every good memory, then every bad. What's my choice?
I think of all the anger, all the hatred, and I just lay there, a little ways away from the full pack, not the halves. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to choose.
Could it be any more dead then this?

[I L Y I C H]

Your so sensitive
and I am - I am a machine

Val-

I walked alongside Alonda, head held clicked straight along my spine. This day... it was a choice. Here I was with a choice. Casting another glance sideways at my friend, watching her gray fur ripple with the agitation so obvious upon her face, I gave in. Gave into anger. Teeth clinched together I let my hackles come up. These animals, they were all horrible creatures. We were all horrible creatures. This wasn't right, and yet I walked with them. I knew it wasn't right, and I still walked. Blue eyes turned, drilling into Alonda's silver face. She would understand, wouldn't she? Understand how much I hated these folami?

Nimrod sent me over the edge. A snarl rose up from me, met by those of Babylon and Kamua who walked slightly behind me. "Is the bitchy beta upset because Bidziil hesitates to let him kiss his ass?" I watched with satisfaction as Lucifer glanced behind himself. Annoyance was there in those golden eyes, but a hint of amusement too. Lucifer was annoyed with my breaking the silence, but he accepted the fact that I bit back. Never the less I couldn't do much more than continue to plod along beside Alonda. My tail hung a bit higher, though.

I'm that way because
back in the day - most of you forsook me

Carska-
There. Hatred rolled through me, bile coating my throat. Fuck them. It hurt bitterly to see them there, plodding along through the desert. It burned my soul to see him there. Never the less, they were there, and my eyes rested on the black back of an old friends with bitter hate. It was time. This was it. Bidziil... Lucifer wanted this fight. He would never leave us be, for he didn't understand peace. Nothing these monster ever did would allow us to be free.

Freedom wasn't a thing folami would ever have without a fight.

Lips curling into silent anger, I let the gray guard hairs atop my shoulders raise, tail following them. Hate rose with the bile, anger building into a raging inferno. All the pain I have suffered. Everything I gave up for them. Today would begin the war for them. The turmoil would start today. As the sun rises it sets. Humans control would be broken today, and should they come to us in the night, they would find us waiting and find themselves wanting.

Blood would fall in waves today.

"Go forward. Slowly, surround them before you do anything. Once I give the signal-" I gave a small yip to show them what it would be. "-you are to attack without hesitation. Lucifer and Hati are the main targets. Nimrod and Bidziil the second. Avoid Kamau's fangs as much as you can." Thus spoken I moved, close to the ground, letting the scrub lands hide me. Mahal slunk along to my right, Paradox somewhere off to the left. All of our bodies slid, belly close to the dirt.

After what seemed like hours, though it was mere seconds, if not a minute we were in place. Should they have scented us I did not know, too hidden to see much of anything. It was too late now, though. The yip issued forth from parted leering jaws. All around I heard paws moving, claws gripping. Mahal flew past me with his bitter roar. I myself rose straight up and found myself facing a black monster, and my eyes glared into Nimrod's face for less then a moment before my fangs rushed to meet his face.

Mahal rushed to my left I saw only the black coat before I realized what he was doing. Yellow eyes flashing the son attacked his father with no hesitation, aiming to rip at the larger stronger male shoulder. Paradox bolted pas him, blue eyes locked on two objects. His mate for one, the one winged monster for the second. Those teeth were stained at the edges with crimson,as I could see even in the split second aiming it took.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1z2hypw.jpg] Fido had made it. It had warned my precious alphess. There was a chance she and my children would survive! My heart flipped as I dared to smile without my own knowledge. Blood would spill, but some would be my own pack's. Carska and Mahal and Cenzulome and Ekshen could walk away unscathed. Alonda could join her ranks and her sins forgiven. And the humans would be overtaken. The smile faded as this notice placed itself into my focus. My lords would disapprove and not be pleased. How could I fall so low as to desire that? The iron hands of the creators lashed across my flesh, each bloody scab stinging with the memories. No, I wouldn't fall short again. I would please my humans and they would be proud of their Alpha dog. The world would be right again. Emerald eyes lashing upwards, I watched Nimrod dodge an attack from a silver fae. My silver fae. No! I wouldn't be distracted. Something was coming towards me. My brain searched for a name but I denied it the access it so wanted. This young black mutt would not be claimed as a living form. It would died. I would be the reason. Mahal. Whimpering, I let the brute have contact and I barely made an audiable sound in responce. My heart had woven its way through the gate and let that wretched name come falling through. Family. Mahal meant family. I had named him. I had named my son Family. It used to mean something. It does mean something. But I couldn't let it. "Mahal." It was a curt word, crudely spoken by a voice other than my own. I sounded vacant as I shook off the brute strength the man had used on me. I was a machine and I would not hurt. My heart ceased to beat. I was a mutated beast with no inner workings. I did my job and went home at the end of the day the same as I had left. No pride for my actions. No grief. No joy. No remorse. It just happened. "I give you a chance here and now to reconsider your loyalties, boy." Maybe there was a little emotion there, but I let it slide. The small quiver of pain was faint enough to be undetected by those around me. My eyes sat vacant, though they itched to plead Mahal not to turn against his mother. I knew he wouldn't anyway. I knew he wouldn't because he was stronger than me. To the side I watched that scarred brute charge after Alaois and for a moment I mentally cheered Paradox on. That winged bafoon was of no good use. He was the strongest dog I knew, but also dumber than that mentally challenged lioness that so disloyally ran from my brother in law. She had been smart enough to escape from a world that did not want her. Alaois had not done the same. Before my boy could respond, I saw Nimrod do a return fire on that silver fae. On Carska. There was a heart beat. My machinary broke for a second as I let a snarl lunge through. The black man paused and looked at me before turning the confusion to a glare. He said nothing, but maybe my snarl had been distraction enough for Carska to... "What am I doing?" There was disbelief in my tone as I looked back to Mahal. I did not know how long I had been dancing my eyes around, long enough, perhaps, for Mahal to have thrown another attack. Or maybe he'd responded to my offer with lethal words. Attention back on him, I was prepared. But for what? Would I really lay a lethal paw upon the one I had dubbed Family?

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"carska speaks" :: "bidziil speaks"

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[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Carska had said that my parents were the first objective, and yet no one had claimed them as of now. My paws itched to find Cult, to persuade her to come join me, but my stomach had started its weird little spasms. I found myself hovering on the outskirts like a coward, vomiting bile as I had not eaten in several days. My joints ached and my head pounded.

But I would make my new alphess know I was not useless.

Eyes searching the ground, my paws rigidly slithered me among the inner battles. Some dogs sulked as I did, ready to jump in where they deemed neccesary. I looked like I had intent to aid battles already begun, but my arrogance told me that, though a child my size should do just that, I could not. I had to be a real asset.

Her white face seemed higher, now.

I gulped back as I found myself glaring upwards at my mother's face like a deer in headlights. She had grown, she had to of. Or I had gotten smaller. In plain view now, I realized I had made an severe error. I would die by my own mother's paw because I had been too proud to just find Cult.

But Lady Carska had said Hatti had to be one of the first to die.

"You're putting my pack in danger, Hatti. For that, I mustn't let you walk away." I spoke with more confidence than I even looked to have. I knew it was hopeless, but I had promised on birth that I would defend my pack from all; even if the fight was not fair.

Other dogs--

Evangeline and Logan locked their hips together as their eyes carried from battle to battle. They would go to where they're needed, or respond to an attack. But they could not wander over to those who stood nervously on the side-lines; it would be too wrong.

A flash of snowy white dared to lunge in their direction, finding her attack interceded by a graying black. Logan watched in shocked awe as his father defended the two from a dog that few knew much about. Helsa did not have her daughter on her heals, and now she could focus the entirety of her energy on a battle. She and Jeremiah held a clear fury that they now took out on one another. Logan and Evangeline stood, shaken by all the blood that now fed the dying grasses.

Qi stood on the sidelines, jumping paw to paw in excitement. Something was finally happening and she itched to get involved. Ookami across the way, was contrary to the enthrilled girl. She hovered in the shadows, hating that it had come to this. Why could this world not just accept that all were entitled to what they believed? Why did we have to die and only those strong enough to live get to be happy?

Ayita watched Paradox charge at the winged bastard, cheering the man on with a cruel smile she had only started holding when she met Paradox. The saner of the two, she had been dragged down to meet Paradox halfway on the scale. The idea of her mate slaughtering the dog that even the comrads of him disliked was something she only recently would enjoy bearing her eyes upon.

Alonda watched in vacant eyed discomfort, though allowing a small smile of pride dance over to Val at his comment to his former trainer. Alonda was unsure how this would play out, knowing Carska's team would think her the enemy when, in fact, she was an allie. Clarimonde circled around the warring Bidziil and her friend with calculating coldness on her face. Given a moment, the woman would end the threat to her only friend, even if the act brought that same friend some grief.

OOC//: Note

(Alaois)--Paradox
Bidziil--Mahal
(Helsa)-- Jeremiah
(Ookami)-- OPEN
(Qi)-- OPEN
Nimrod--Carska

Alonda-- OPEN

Ayita-- OPEN
Clarimonde-- OPEN
(Evangeline)-- OPEN
(Jeremiah)-- Helsa
Kadan--Hatti
Logan-- OPEN

[I L Y I C H]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/2sb0eog.jpg] 'you can keep kicking yourself, but your kicking me too...' I lurched backward, blood on my tongue and pain in my heart. It had come to this? How horrible a person was I, to look at my own father and feel nothing but hatred? A shudder ran through me, and nothing else. I... I'm a coward. I can't do it. Agony laced my veins like some horrible drug. I was overdosing, and there was nothing I could do about it. No way to stop, I'd become an addict. With no idea what else to do I hunkered, that horrible painful smile jerking sporadically across the black silk of my maw. And as he spoke my name whatever fever kept my face twisted bleed through, dying in the icy grip of my drug induced coma. "Daddy." My voice was low, harsh and edged with the same cold bluntness that seemed to be hovering in those crimson eyes. That's what he was, wasn't it? Bidziil. My Father. Daddy. The one who taught me my colors and showed me how to hunt without wiggling my butt in the air. Well look at us now. Standing before each other, both of us dripping my sire's blood. Indecision bit at me as my head wavered, the taper of my nose rocking back and forth in the suddenly deadly cold. But those words pushed me back into my fever, because to be frank I'd had enough of talk of loyalty from the hypocrite's mouth. I would not loose it as I had in camp that day, when he'd come back to destroy us. When he came back to beat my family into little pieces. Topaz eyes leaping forward, hooking sideways to stare with blank horror at the circling dove that Clarimonde had become. Please help me. Please don't let him break me. My eyes held a deep trust in them, of that I was aware, if nothing else. My precious Clarimonde, who I would always trust. Resolve thicker now, I turned my gaze back to Bidziil. Thick ready determination took them over, even as the heat blazed through all of my arteries and set fire to my mind. "I have never, nor shall I ever, reconsider loyalties I have set forth with my words and actions." It took more willpower then I could ever fathom not to tack on the ever burning 'I'm not like you' that rested at the edge of my tongue, but I wouldn't do it. I am not like him, and thus I will not act like a child. Like a puppet. Some day mother shall step off of her throne, and when she is old and tired I will take up her crown with a promise. A promise for peace, because isn't that all anyone deserves? "But than, I've always been a bit stubborn " The coldness was back, stubborn itself and not quiet as weak as I. It refused to let me bow to anything. Refused to allow those pale naked monsters into my soul. Hello world... My mind was in obvious hysterics, as it bit out such coined half-baked phrases. Not that it mattered. Not now. Not wile I was facing a mirror image of myself. Except for those eyes. His eyes were so sharp, almost on fire in their bloody hue, wilts my own eyes rested in cold amber. Blood to Sap. Hell to Heaven. Was this some ridiculous game Skoll had decided t toss on us? Some annoying system of repetition? Dammit. It didn't make any sense. None of this made any fucking sense. I couldn't do anything. My frame twitched and tumbled about the truth, even as an opening was left. I couldn't attack. He had snarled at someone, and as I glanced I saw that to be a gray woman, lithe in build fighting tooth to tooth with Nimrod. Bidziil couldn't even let her be now, when she risked her life and that old bullet wound in her leg slowed her down? Wasn't she already at enough risk? And then I was talking, talking and backing away in the same instant, looking about myself furiously. I couldn't do it. I can't be the one to do it. "Do you see that scar on her leg, Bidziil? That's the bullet she took for you. It's still there. If someone manages to bite over it it might shatter her leg." I threw a wild look at him, locking my gaze past him on a white woman facing her child. "I don't know what your doing, Bidziil. I can't tell you either." And with that, like the coward I was I ran. I ran with my face crumpled in it's determination to not show how much it hurt to run. To run from my own father. I dashed to Clarimonde, begging her with a whine to come with me. To get away from him, he who was too unpredictable for anyone's safety. I ran to help Kadan as he faced Hati, even as a smaller gray form rushed to his side as well. "mahal speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1z2hypw.jpg] 'no more lies, I've found my place' I gave in. Gave in to the hate. The fuel. How long had I been burning? Oh Skoll how long have I felt nothing but the kindle beneath my belly flaring with such heat as to tear my soul asunder? Well now I shall use it. Once upon a time I fought in my burning, and it was passion. Than it too was passion, though a softer more mesmerizing flame. Fire has always been with me, in my heart and soul as I traversed the world. Now I shall use it. Now they can all know what it feel like, to be touched by everything you never wished to know. These months, they have been used to soul search, and as pathetic as it sounded it worked. Oh I know who I am now, with all the chips in the glass and all the smudges across the once fine surface. I feel as if covered in ash. As if the furnace of my body has released it's payload to weigh me down. And yet the wind swipes it away so very quickly. Fangs drew blood across the ridge of my muzzle even as I pulled back to avoid them. Nimrod, once so loyal a friend. So different had we become in this world, to wish each other the damage we would surly cause. A snarl rose from me, drowning out the noise about me. It was a horrible thing, for I have always been a nasty warrior. Heart has always been such an intricate part of my fighting style. Even as a child when the only thing buoying my insanity had been determination and a furious need for recognition. If Nimrod though I was weaker for my experiences then the fool knew nothing. Fury lent me wings, for betrayal is the single thing that burns me to the core. These wolves, following Lucifer and through him the corrupt form of that... that man, they have held a match to gasoline. My snarl ripped over another, farther off, that went ignored for its tone. I knew that sound, and thus blotted it from existence. But no I must pay attention, the easy trust flung in it's direction was ripped away in a panic. Bidziil wasn't my lover any more. Bidziil didn't care about my mortal flesh any longer. A tawny glance was sent his way, watching for half a second as Mahal spoke to him, hackles rippling. My own guard hairs lifted, seeing my massive opponent turn half way to glance at the offending sound. A spark caught, roaring into life as I sprung. Never did my muscle loosen, except perhaps in those lighter days of sleep. Constant tenseness lent it's power to my leap. Nimrod was a friend, or had been. How odd it was to approach him from this angle, fangs head lifted skyward as my body bucked. So fragile they all looked, from my stance upon my hind legs. The knowledge that a single blow like this meant death was so very humbling. How easily we all cave into pressure, no matter what sort it may be. We always die. My paws came down, claws extended, limbs stiff and quiet ready to smash Nimrod into the ground. Should he dodge I would hope the motion would be to fast for him to simple evade. If it was that motion would quickly be followed by a snap, hooking sharp canines into that bastard's neck. The aim was to flip him, to make him cower. Nimrod had never truly seen me as an alpha. He belonged to Bidziil. Always to the human's choice. Now in it's sick perverted nature a sort of revenge ripped itself upon the boy. The ever loyal soldier. "carska speaks" :: "bidziil speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/a5j7gw.jpg] 'why dance with the devil when you have me?' I moved without effort. Without real thought. How many times have I killed in my life? How many folami have fallen before me without a sound. None were as strong as the winged monster, and yet all were far craftier then he. The long pointed lift of my black muzzle flew to attack. Needed to attack. Crimson has stained me so very long, and now after a stint of nothing I am almost lost. Almost crazed by the addiction. That is what it has become, an addiction. But I have found my perfect target, with that single forlorn wing fluttering about in the breeze. I could not stop the saliva that began to pool, and as I parted my lips to speak to him the silky liquid clung between my fangs and dripped across my jaw. "My friend. My dear little winged bastard." My voice was a violent thing, twisted and creaking like some discarded tool. And yet at the start of this I had spoken to Ayita with such affection. How the times change, even in the span of hours. Minutes. Seconds. My teeth lashed out within that though, searching for a point, a neat little easily broken point. I would tear him into itty bitty pieces, and it would be glorious. Oh he wouldn't like it, but my day was starting to look away from anxiety for Ayita and look toward the precious spattering of blood that were beginning to coat the floor of our arena. The tail. That is what I aimed for, jaws parted with their spit clung haphazardly about like some liquid spider web amongst my teeth. This boy would come to learn what it truly meant to be ripped apart. How very neatly a knowledgeable traitor can take a body part away, and with such skill. Teeth aimed for the only attaching ligament in the tail I hoped to sink teeth right at the base, and if I could slice through that single hard bit of muscle the rest would pull away if by magic. Next would come his ears... or whatever else I could reach as he would surly try to turn about to stop me. Not that it would matter. He'd have to kill me before this would end. And that is an occurrence I wouldn't bet on. "paradox speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/j6n3bq.jpg] 'I say you kill your heroes and fight' Hati/Kadan/Cult Hatti stared at her boy, face twitching in slight confusion as she watched. Storm cloud eyes flickered. Cult appeared, at the boy's side. Kadan. Cult? No matter how cold she seemed, Hatti was still a mother. Still tied to these bastards who so wished to destroy her now. White shoulder's stiffened as she glared, and yet. There is always a yet. Cult looked terrified, but she had to protect her brother. Had to. After everything else sh had done the eldest largest sibling was furiously hoping that she would be forgiven. She wanted Kadan back, and if that meant stopping her mother from destroying him then so be it. Was she truly a monster, Hatti wondered watching with an almost dream like stare as the elder grayer sibling snarled up at her snowy throat. Despite it all, despite everything those steel eyes flashed about. Hatti knew. These pups, these children would kill her. Her children. Eyes locked on her brother. Her lover. The only friend she had ever held, and stared with such emotion that Cult flinched backward. Lucifer glanced sideways as if sensing the thing, and froze himself the red hairs atop his back lifting in horror. Too late. Too late for everything. Hatti tuned those pained eyes back to her cubs, whipping away everything besides a burning, searing pride. She could hear these children's father tearing towards them biting and snapping and screaming as he came. He knew what would happen too. Knew he would never reach them in time. Hatti was still weak from an earlier experience, the claw marks on her back were only just fading into the white. These two cubs, no matter how small they were, outnumbered her. It would only be a matter of time until they managed to grab something important in those greedy little jaws. And yet the pride remained burning deep in that silver stare, the stare so perfectly identical to the gray gaze Cult gave her now. The small white diamond upon the child's throat rumpled, falling into the crease created by the opening of the girl's jaws. And they fell together, snarling in fury. Cult half waiting for Kadan to come, and Hatti holding back despite her pretenses. Theses children, they were hers. They were Lucifer's. Even in all those years of faking it. All those years of being the cold hearted bitch she was, Hatti could not deny these emotions. This love tearing through her, this misplaced pride in her children. Hatti couldn't kill them, but she could die under their fangs. It would seem Cult had no issue with tearing the white pelt asunder. Babylon/Evangeline/Logan The man came form no where, his maroon eyes furious. Traitors all of them. They deserved to die for this. Deserved to be destroyed. Babylon came, his white frame moving with shocking speed as he leaped for Evangeline, seeking her death and his fury's resolution. A prisoner. A traitor. She should have died so long ago, and yet here she stood, back to back with the black bastard son. Helsa would end that father, of that Babylon was sure. He raced past them for the opening, fangs lifted and snapping at the smaller female's face. Lucifer/Mahal Stopped. He was stopped in his tracks by the silent black murderer. This bastard had come to help in the death of Lucifer's sister. Come to destroy the single love the red tipped monster had. To demolish all that he held dear. And when Lucifer came to help he found himself trapped, locked in a corner by this son of the alpha. By this boy who had grown into a man and faced him like a king. Snarls where met and hate was set aside for panic. They met in a clash of teeth, most of their bodied lifting from the ground as the tackled one another on hind legs. Fighting like bears for the thing they wanted most. Peace on the boy's side, and the need to protect a woman he had never so much as confessed to on the Alpha's. "speak"

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(Alaois)--Paradox
Bidziil--OPEN
(Helsa)-- Jeremiah
(Ookami)-- OPEN
(Qi)-- Paragon
Nimrod--Carska

Alonda-- OPEN

Ayita-- OPEN
Clarimonde-- OPEN
(Evangeline)-- (Babylon)
(Jeremiah)-- Helsa
Kadan/Cultl-- (Hatti)
Logan-- (Babylon)

Val-- OPEN
Lucifer-- Mahal
Fido-- OPEN (hiding with Ekshen)
(Kamau) -- OPEN


ps.ps.

Putting the dog to sleep by the antlers <-> Mahal
Found my place by augustana <-> Carska
Why dance with the devil when you have me? by william control <-> Paradox
Kill your heroes by AWOLnation <-> everyone else

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1z2hypw.jpg] I couldn't believe it. Why was Mahal still alive? What was keeping me rooted, even as I knew I should hate him and the blood of mine that dripped from his fangs. That face, thw twilight hairs, each holding the tint of crimson that matched his eyes. My eyes. I could see me. What I should be. Should be? The man was speaking, telling of that wound. Carska was hurt? Oh baby, let me mend it. What? I should my skull, eyes closed as I whimper words that even I could not understand. Terms that humans had said but were never translated. Shit. I fell to my knees, joints buckled under the pressure of knowing my enemy had taken harm for me. It shouldn't happen. It was wrong. The humans always told me what was wrong, but what was fucking right? "Skoll!" My wail sounded as I heard Mahal, my child, dash away from where I crumpled. That woman. She shouldn't make me hurt like this. Damn her. Skoll damn her to hell! Skoll? I rose to my paws in a panic, eyes flailing for some relief. This anger. This sorrow. This fear. It shouldn't be there. I was a machine. I was a good dog. What were these things? Emotions. They were wrong. The humans would be mad. They would hurt me. I froze, eyes wide. My hair stood on end as the realization hit me. I was allowing this, this tearing apart of my children and former mate, not for reasons I had verbally portrayed. What we did to them, how badly we hurt them, it would be bliss compared to when the humans caught wind of this rebellion. Weapons beyond our comprehension would find their way to this broken off pack and destroy them brutally. Humans ran on fear of their creation. Fear lead to god-awful things. My heart started its rigid beating again as I allowed a smile to place itself forward. I looked calm, serene. I was doing this for them. I was allowing this because our murder would be far quicker than what the humans conjured up. They would bring in diseases. They would steal the prey. They would take the water. I was being merciful to the ones I could not call family. Isn't it grand how one can justify an action? I traveled among those who fought, watching with glee at this missionary extermination. We were good dogs. Kind dogs. Merciful lords to the poor lost sheep. I was broken from my self-righteousness as a howl rang up. Eyes searching, I saw the fire that burned into the calculating gaze of my princess. Alonda had spotted her mother facing Nimrod. Something had snapped. Hatred for the too loyal mixing with quiet devotion had been explosive. She positioned herself beside her mother, who had reared up and come down on the trained brute. He had dodged the lethality of the attack, but still found himself with a gash that spewed blood and pushed agony into his eyes. My girl had decided who was the better dog. Some deep little parasite told me she had chosen right. "carska speaks" :: "bidziil speaks"

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Alonda--

That brute had stood back up and faced my mother and lethality. He had swore to protect her, and now he vowed to kill her. I couldn't take it. One who deems himself loyal cannot turn back on those he is loyal to. Especially not when it's my mother. My mother. Carska. The mother to me, Alonda.

I'm a vengeful daughter to a murderous father. And this man looked oh so much like daddy dear.

The daddy who had hurt my mother.

I howled as I placed myself beside Carska, eyes throwing sets of flaming daggers at the man. He climbed to his feet in surprise, not having believed I would really join the side of the family unit. It was "unAlonda" like to choose to fight alongside kittenhuggers and child-lovers. But I was. This was my mother. This was the woman who had loved me despite the fact that I was unlovable.

He didn't attack, eyes dancing between me and the one whom I had gotten my looks from. Brave little Nimrod. Focused little Nimrod. Dead little Nimrod.

I bellowed a roar much too lion-like (hey, my cousin is a lioness) and lurched myself forward. I knew I should let my mother take her built up anger out on this dog, but I was mad too. I had had to live with this man. I had to put up with his brown-nosing shit for far too long.

The pain caught me off guard, but quickly reminded me that I was not full-grown. I was still a teenager. My size was still short of Nimrod's, and my bulk not quite so solid. I had learning to do. My reflexes were off. He was old and I young, but he was wise and tough, while I had no years of battle experience.

The wounded man was quick to have me pinned and I saw the bleeding chunk of my cheek hanging limp from his mouth. I was a proud dog, but something clicked inside me. I was a child. A scared child who was staring death in the face.

"Mommy!" I toyed the word without any regret. She was my mother. But she, too, was an injured fae. "Val!" My poor little friend had not much to offer in ways of war, but he was smart. Oh so intelligent. And he was bulk enough to give my mother the added edge to overcome this brute. And the little boy had sense enough not to kill Nimrod. Why did I care if Nimrod lived?

Maybe I was still a little Folami. My brain said Nimrod was a good dog just following orders. With some reprogramming, he could be an asset.

Maybe I could be a half-decent alphess.

Kadan--

I did I manage to get here? Cult was helping me and I chanced her a nod of appreciation. Then there was Mahal and that weird sheild, Clarimonde. Mahal faced my father with a loathing, while Clarimonde had tailed the boy and started circling Lucifer like she had been doing to Bidziil. Strange, but that hate on her face made me know not to question. She was ready to kill. For what? Defense of her friend, and nothing else.

Then there was a scene to my right, where the antsy girl, Qi, was faced with a dog was not all too familiar with. Qi eagerly leapt into battle with little thought to tactic. So desiring for action she was, she would die and I knew this with blank emotion. Jeremiah and Helsa wrestled full-heartedly, though neither seemed to know much of war. It wasn't long before both were at the sidelines, breathing rigidly with blood pouring into the soil, neither able to even lift a paw.

Then there was the strangest thing. Ookami, fretting for her team-mate, however much she disapproved for this war, lunged for Mahal. Bidziil, whom had been trotting around like a month old pup with a dream-like expression, dropped his gaze and his eyes darkened in hate. He lunged forward and in seconds, a life was cut. Had Bidziil just killed Ookami, a pack-mate, for the enemy? I couldn't understand and I was a little disgusted, even when the action had saved my own team-mate. Bidziil then lifted himself up, looked around nervously, and continued on like nothing had happened, obviously hoping no-one had seen his devotion for his son put into action.

Ah, but none of that mattered. Cult and I were enough to pull down this dreaded disease we had both been infested with. With my sister at my side, I knew Hatti stood little chance. She was broken. Even with my body in a constant state of pain, and my muscles under-developed, my sister and I were a unit not to be reckoned with. We had her.

And she wouldn't fight us.

In her eyes I could see it. There was a bitter love there. An instinctual devotion to offspring. I hated her more for that. How could she surcome to nature? I spit at her, hatred on my face. A man of little emotion, this shocked even me. "I thought you were stronger than to let instinct drive you, Hati." I said it like venom before looking to Cult. "Thank you." I gave her a proper appreciation, though my tone was stone-like.

Without further exchange, I managed enough power to leap at an angle to be beside Hatti. With a clean landing, I gave another bound in hopes of planting my smaller form onto her back. By automatic response, if my land was, once again, clean, she should reach back to rid herself of me, providing a clear entrance for Cult to nip her jugular. Clean and far more merciful than this woman deserved.

Ayita--

It was strange, this bliss I felt as blood poured from the faucet-like spout that had once housed Alaois' tail. The man spun to see the massacre and did not even bellow a scream, too shocked that such a thing had happened. How he could have doubted, I would never understand. Paradox was the very creature that had stolen the boy's wing. Why would he think a tail was any more difficult? Such a dumb child. A dumb child who was muscled but not strong. He didn't give much of a fight, but only spun around wildly, whimpering obscinities at my man. My Paradox could handle the foulness of the boy's tongue. Or he could simply remove the source of the sound. A tongue was something you could live without, and thus the torture could be continued if removed.

I had turned into such a happy little monster. A happy little bird with blood on her wings.

Standing here useless was doing no good for my Paradox, or my family. I would find an opponent, since dear Pari needed no aid from me. Spinning, I laid my eyes on Val but could feel no threat from the quiet young man. That left only one on the opposing team. One I wished not to fight; not because of fear. There are things stronger than terror.

Love for a brother. A true brother. A brother that shared your blood. Nothing can beat away that sort of love. Nothing can surpass it.

That is why, in love, I approached my dear Kamau.

I knew my presence would intimidate my poor, dear, brother. It was my kind, my gender, that had knarled his face in such a way. But he should not have to fear me. I should have taught him by now that I was no threat to him. But I had run off with my Pari, abandoning a soul that was left to fester. And now he would have to be afraid, because my intentions were so selflessly dark.

"Kamau, dearest child,--" I could not finish the thought as a tear streaked down my crimson mane. I loved my brother, and how to put such things to words, I could not. But she should know. Siblings should just know the deepness of the love they have for one another. Kamau, why couldn't we be like all those other siblings?

Because I didn't allow it.

Logan--

No one could ever understand it. I was a good boy, and yet I was snarling like the rabid beast I was created to be. It was an instinct I had denyed and could do no longer. Not with what just happened.

My only two loved ones left were dead. Jeremiah by the wayside, Evangeline beside my very feet.

We had been standing, attached at the hip. I had been watching my father battle Helsa with concern blinding my focus. My paws had been about to run to him, both of them having fallen into a heap of silence on the sidelines. And then she had screamed. Right beside me. In my ear. She had been so foolish.

Babylon's attack to her face was given her neck as she tried to make an unrealistic dodge. Sometimes it is best to take the frontal attack and get major injury, rather than try and protect your beauty by giving your life. Evangeline had known this, but in the heat of things, had forgotten. Pressure does that to people.

And now her final breath just blew from her lips.

Shrieking, my muscles bunched and I mindlessly lunged in the direction of Babylon. I didn't care what I hit. I would tear every piece of mother-fucking flesh from his god-damned bones.

I always said I didn't want to be a monster. Well, hello world, I fucking am.

ooc notes;;

(Alaois)--Paradox
Bidziil--(Ookami)
(Helsa)-- Jeremiah
(Qi)-- Paragon

Alonda/Carska-- Nimrod

Clarimonde-- "Lucifer"
(Evangeline)-- (Babylon)
Kadan/Cult-- (Hatti)
Logan-- (Babylon)

Val-- OPEN
Lucifer-- Mahal
Fido-- OPEN (hiding with Ekshen)
(Kamau) -- Ayita (just remembered they're siblings!)

[I L Y I C H]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/2sb0eog.jpg] 'you can keep kicking yourself, but your kicking me too...' My head lashed to the sound of Alonda's cry, coming too close to Carska for comfort. What was the gray sibling's ideals now? Had they changed once more? No. Amber eyes locked upon the hatred raging upon my sister's face, faced in the direction of Nimrod. But I had allowed myself to be distracted. Stupid. A heavy blow sent my flying, I hit the ground hard and did not have time to do much more that suck in a painful gasp of air before I was quiet literally run over. Lucifer had rammed his head straight into my wind pipe, kicking out my hind legs as he had done so. It was a low blow, but their was desperation in those golden eyes as he raced over top of my fallen form. Confusion blanched across me even as pain did as I felt that almost imperceptible snap under one massively heavy paw as that monster rushed over me. How was this, that the devil wanted to save his queen, when he so wished to destroy my own loves? Selfishness set bitterness in me, but with a hefty shake I made an attempt to forget it. After all what sort of creature took such a choice from another? Him, for one, but I was not Lucifer. Wincing as I felt the break to one collarbone I climb back to my paws, looking around furiously. This battle was turning heads, it would seem. So many folami faced multiples, and those in the lead were our own dogs. A violent howl of triumph flew from me. It came answered from so many directions, cries of rebellion and released fury. Limping only slightly I hurried up to Clarimonde's side, looking around once more. Topaz gaze locked upon the blithering Bidziil for half a second before I flinched and turned, if only slightly in his direction. Pursing my lips I gave Clari a long stare, ears cocked for the sounds of danger. "If we can knock him out... we may be able to drag him back to our camp. With a hostage of such caliber I would hope the other pack would suffer at least a little in their attacks. At least he wouldn't be able to hurt us in battle.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1z2hypw.jpg] 'none of us were angles and you know I love you still' My baby. My precious darling. The fury that tore from me is not a sound I could ever describe, and int he moment I found a doubt that I would ever be able to make it again. A violent fury ripped me apart and the monster that flung from me was a thing Nimrod had surly seen before. This is what he wanted, wasn't it? The horrible creature that came from me was what they all wanted. They wanted to see me like this, so here I was. Lets see just how well Nimrod can deal with it. Monstrous sounds aside I moved like a viper. The lash of my fangs would be felt forever. I would sink the to their roots and tear. The launch of my body was violent, and the hate in my eyes seethed with the horrific noise coming from my chest. Fucking traitor. Fucking murderer. There was no guilty attack now, I leaped for his life and would not stop until he'd either died or run away. Either he would move or I would tackle him full on and take his jaw in my mouth. I'd shatter it into little pieces and see just how he'd fight me then. My eyes only just caught the gray bolt, half of my distorted mind thinking a piece of me had split of for a second. Until I saw his face in my arch of attack, Val's body moved like lightening. Nimrod had taught him how to fight. He knew Nimrod's weakness' not to mention the intelligence the man had long shown to all his teachers. His small size was made up in such a way... The body wedged itself straight against Nimrod's opposite side, fangs lifting to grip a hold of the elbow. My insight shattered, as the massive black body was shoved between us as my eyes wrenched down to the panicked tawny gaze so far bellow. "carska speaks" :: "bidziil speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/a5j7gw.jpg] 'why dance with the devil when you have me?' A smile graced my ebony lips, even as the scarlet paint dripped from them. Such a silly child. Circling, ever circling, I let one brunette ear tip forward as I listened. Whimper away little boy, crying out your anger. It wont last much longer. Than again, I suppose whatever expression you die with stays there until your face rots. My own smile grew larger, even as I watched him whine. Silly child. Stupid boy. My grin grew larger until it almost split my face. Jaws fell apart, the stained ivory within casting forth a disturbing smile that grew larger with every passing second. I could go slow, I suppose. But wouldn't that be a wee bit dangerous? The world continued around us no matter what I wished or felt in my warping time bubble. The world wouldn't stand still for me, no matter what. A sad reality to say the least. Oh but alas my inner gripping would not slow the cogs of time who listened to no soul but Skoll himself, perhaps. If even him. For it would seem father time was age old and greater than any god for he took away even their creations. A chip of sadness breached my insanity, the cloudless blue floating in my mask of ebony hardened around it. The ice formed a barrier, locking away the heat of my mind and the shadow of my heart. Too late. It was too late for games and in the light of the blood falling upon the dust I could not remember why I hated this being bleeding before me so greatly. The line that separated us seemed so blurred; so very convoluted. But he had hurt Ayita. Yes that was right. He had made her cry. The iron hard texture to my expression grew thicker, the edges blowing of a rancid glare that could have curdled the child's blood even as I moved forward. Aiming to grip his jaws between my teeth I moved with violence. I was deemed a viper for a reason, and it showed upon my motions with lethal grace. Ears arched backward and guards lifted to protect my own throat I lunched to destroy the boy's jaw and once the obstruction had been taken care of to slit his throat with one neat little swipe. Hopefully I wouldn't miss, or he wouldn't get out of the way and ruin it all. It would be interesting to see his blood spill upon the ground in such a spray; as it always reacted upon the cutting of that single life giving artery. "paradox speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/j6n3bq.jpg] 'and perhaps it is death that changes Goliath' Hati/Kadan/Cult The white pelted monster looked upon her spawn with a bitter sort of pride, her silver eyes reflecting the scraped up pelts of both her children. The coldness within her was thick, and yet warmth burned against it. Such conflict things instincts were. Such monstrous slave drivers. Hati's ears raised slowly, even as her claws battered at the ground with a sudden harshness that could not be denied. She knew in this instant that her half grown children would destroy her. Loyalty to each other and that original task master demanded it. Half of the white witch begged her to leap for them to tear them asunder as they so badly wished to do her own frame. And yet. There was always a yet. The instinct ripped her apart internally. It would seem the babies, for that was all they were, would need not sink their fangs upon her. The virus of love prevented the need for such violence. It felt as if blood should flow from between her lips, but nothing came. The violent tearing of Hati's internal organs was not real; simply emotional. Mental. And yet. Wasn't there always a yet? Hati took a step backward, baring her teeth even as the agony tore her insides apart. What was this horror? This thing she didn't understand? Was this love, truly? Was this how that grey wretch felt standing upon her tomb stone as her mate took away what she held...? Hati's eyes rolled slightly, pinned to the black beast fighting so valiantly to reach her in the end knocking the child aside in his haste. As my son leaped and I turned to catch him upon my shoulders as I never should have, I felt the slash. The single weapon that tore my throat across releasing the guttural noise of blood upon my windpipe. This was how it felt to be killed by one's own kin? And yet even as the red tide spilled from her snowy form the stained demon fell to the ground with joy in her heart. At least she had not suffered under the grips of the fiery torture as long as she had thought she would have. Blotched and shuddering the woman lay in a pool of her own life force, watching through tunneling eyes as the world swept itself away from her. Oh was this how it felt? Because in that instant as the world slipped away from her and the darkness closed in with her terror Hati felt a single second of clarity. That moment when the stark terror of death loomed lower in her mind and sanity cooled death's violent graces, the woman's silver eyes flickered and she breathed a low coo. I understand now. Babylon/Logan The pain came suddenly to the monster, who's silvery head jumped in confusion. Ears ringing and unable to comprehend the situation Babylon moved furiously backward, or so he though. In truth father time had him cornered even as he trapped Paradox in his clutches. Concussion notwithstanding the white demon scrambled, the purchase once so sure under his heavy paws became faltering. The world seemed to tip and even as it did so the pain grew worse. Something hot dripped across the man's skull, drooling over his temple with obnoxious slowness. Babylon slowed further, confused by the buzzing slowly filling his mind. He had half a mind to pause completely, if only to remove the annoyance of that globule of blood. There was something important though, something he was forgetting. Where had the blood come from. Oh it hurt to think. And then it hurt more. Something tore, blindly across once whole flesh. Gaping holes gave way under shears that were far sharper then any tool used upon the leather tapestry before. Babylon let out little more then a squeak before he went down before the tempest of blows. Nothing made sense, and as the blackness began to bubble within the man's tired mind he began to piece together what little did make sense. Concussion he had a concussion. But it didn't matter, that little chip. It didn't matter because now it was too late to mend such harshness. The world was hot with pain and blood, and then it was so very cold. Kamau/Ayita The scarred monster backed away with nothing but terror in his features. Once long ago she had meant something. Been something important, but that was long ago. So very long ago. Now disease ran through the veins and agony laced every breath he drew paced a swollen tongue. The whines that permeated his breath could have in one instant cried 'stay away' and in the next demanded adoration. For Kamau knew not of what he sought, and only that he wished for it with all his heart no matter what poison that heart pumped as he leaped for the prize. And she continued so close. Too close. The man fell back on himself, crumbling into dust and humble origins. He rocked upon his dusty grave with a wail of terror sounding shallow and shrill from his pinched throat. Who was this monster who came to him like a sibling. Yet! It was a sibling, that he knew in his time of trembling. A red coat so unlike the others. So recognizable. But it didn't matter. Should a child scared of a dog recognize her father's pet would she not run from it? Yet Kamau could not run for duty held him in place. Duty to a master he never spoke to in concordance. And yet. Paragon/Qi The woman stood silently, her lavender gaze down trodden and almost bored. Life had led her to come here, in aid of the black boy whom had become such a good friend to her. Yet Paragon could not truly understand the real focus of this war. She shoved away the emotions that threatened to rip her to pieces. Paragon. She was perfection. Teeth gritting the woman moved forward towards the brown girl she had come to massacre. She felt nothing. Jaws parting the purple eyed monster slid forward another step, slowing her pace and looking to the left as if ready to leap there. She hated man. Paragon lunched straight center, moving straight back right as she came aiming a viscous assault upon the older animal's shoulder. She would destroy everything they held dear. Perhaps she would catch the throat as well, and when she did her fangs would sink in deep and no force in the world would break them out. Lucifer/Mahal He leaped and lunged and in the end sent his attacked spinning. For this was more important than any war over some fucking ideals that he truly didn't care about. This was more important than what the humans wanted or what they demanded. This was about Hati and how his heart shed what it had left as he watched her blood pool upon the dust and that beautiful white coat. Terror equal to the terror of a sinner in god's presence rose from the ebony monster as he raced. A paw came forward, lance like in its hate to send the gray child spinning. It lashed back round to attack the other though it would most likely do nothing more then send it away. For Lucifer never truly cared for his children. Hati was everything. And as he fell to his stomach beside her the man could do nothing but stare, for the light was fading from those precious silver orbs. And there was nothing he could do, even as panic lead his great head forward to try and plug the nasty hole. If it meant drowning in her blood Lucifer would do it. If it would save the only person in the world who had ever made an attempt to love him he would pay any price. And yet he could do nothing. And as that final ragged intake came upon his ears Lucifer dropped his massive skull and in one massive breath began to sob. He cared not for who saw the tears race from his golden eyes. He was not Bidziil with the deep need to be accepted. Hati had been his acceptance and broken he fell to the dust amongst her life's blood and sobbed. Words garbled and twisted upon each other came as the creature once so proud and bold struggled upon the ground in his lover's death sentence. Words of love and devotion. Pleas shrieked to a God Lucifer doubted and yet, cried to in his direst of times. Lucifer gave no heed to his surroundings as he crushed himself to the unmoving limpness of the creature of his devotion. He payed no heed to any attack set forth by the monsters who had done this. Bleakness had over taken him and even as he continued to cry the words began to dry up the scrambling and stuttering slowed until he could do nothing but moan into the softness of Hati's stained fur. Until he could do nothing but shudder and think of how he did not understand. Was this what it felt like to die? "speak"

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(Alaois)--Paradox
Bidziil--OPEN
(Ookami)
(Qi)-- Paragon
Nimrod -- Carska / Alonda / Val
Ayita-- (Kamau)
Clarimonde-- Lucifer(?)
(Evangeline)
(Jeremiah)-- (Helsa)
Kadan/Cult-- (Hatti)
Logan-- (Babylon)
Lucifer-- Mahal
Fido-- OPEN (hiding with Ekshen)


dont you love how descriptive it is? -will be finished-

[Kunabee]

Ekshen
I watched. I watched, like the foolish, confused coward I am. I watched Mahal and Bidziil face off. I watched Nimrod and Carska - my mother - fight. I watched them all and didn't step on.
I didn't know what to do. I was caught between two opposite sides of instinct. What the f*** was wrong and what the f*** was right?
Moments passed - I missed things I should have seen - and then I focused again. I don't know why, but all of a sudden a snarl ripped out of my throat. I lunged at my father, at that demon Bidziil, aimed to kill. At the last moment I switched direction, so even if I did hit him it would only wound, not kill.
"YOU F***ING B*****D! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE US!" I screamed at him.
"DADDY!" I snarled, I screamed, I cried, all while I aimed to hit him. Going, and going, and going, blindly. I could go for a while. I had a lot to get out.
Family. Pack. Felines. Falomi. Humans. What was right, what was wrong? Who should be followed? What should be respected? Was love where I should go, or hate, or instinct? I didn't know. I didn't f***ing know.
So I attacked Bidziil, again and again, desperate. If he hit me, I didn't care. How could he do this to us?
To the pack. To Mahal. To Mommy. To Alonda. To Cenzolume.
To me.

WOOC; Ekshen is not going to die, by the way.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Bidziil

It didn't make any sense. I didn't like feeling so out of control of myself. The humans had one reign and my heart had the other. I was being torn as each tugged for ownership.

It was when I heard my child's cry. Not Alonda's one of pain; Carska and Val were there to help her. Not Cenzulome; where the Hell was he? Not Mahal; he and Clarimonde were not being bothered.

It was Ekshen. Poor, kind-hearted kittenkiller.

And he hated me. It tore my heart right down the middle. I turned to face him and was given a blow upon my face. I made no move to counter attack, I simply stood solid as my son tore away at my flesh.

"I'm so sorry." There it was. The confession. I had done so wrong. So very wrong. "Please, forgive me." My knees buckled as I bowed before my attacker. My throat was protected, but I was an easy kill. If the child chose to ignore my surrender--it was quiet, but it was a white flag--then he could kill me.

And I would thank him.

Clarimonde

I faced Mahal at his little plan, nodding acceptance. I would walk beside him and try to do what he says. He would hold the strings to my movements. We would take Bidziil down and take him to our camp. The world would fight for his return. Even if he wasn't quite who he used to be, Nimrod knew no other dog to follow. They would come and get Bidziil, and their minds would not be with their actions.

But as I glanced at Bidziil's crumbled form, I came to realize we may not have to do as Mahal says. The man may willingly follow us home. I wanted to believe that, for Mahal's sake, but logic told me that Bidziil had surcome to instinct. Weakness would only last for so long. If Ekshen backed off, Bidziil would pop back up, back to who he was before the attack. His child's pain had released the father in him. But once that hate falls to the wayside, father will go away and alpha will return.

I stayed silent as I turned to face Mahal for orders.

Nimrod

I wanted to kill Alonda, but that silly little instinct pulled me away in response to Carska's rapid snarls. I was smashed between them both, my apprentice and my alphess. That was what they were. It was drilled into me to react in a certain way to them. And Alonda was the heir to the throne. I had attacked my heir. I twitched in discomfort, blind to the pain that so gingerly swept through every pore of my body. This was so wrong, and yet so very right.

Everything was both nowadays.

This war was over, as hard as it was to see. We had lost. The human's team had to either surrender or be wiped out. We needed to flee to lick our wounds and attack further on another day. Or let the lords take care of them.

Yeah, that is what we needed to do.

I shuffled out from between the vermins, backing away as if in fearful contempt. My eyes were wide and I played the coward card as I turned and high-tailed it out of there.

Lick our wounds and leave it up to the humans.

Kadan

The woman was dead. We had made a clean cut. I watched my sister get tossed aside by that other brute, but I merely dodged his paw and trailed off. My duty was done. Lucifer was finished with no bitch to defend. He had no motivation. No mission. No ambition.

And neither did I.

It occured to me then that my only eager thought towards this war was to rid me of the burden of my parents. I had. Hati had shown bitter devotion in my life and I had despised her for it. Lucifer, however, was a real dog who hated his spawn. And that was how it should be. I had no grudge against him.

And I had no true loyalties telling me to kill him.

Logan

It had fallened. The blood was flowing. It felt so good.

I was happy in a world of sorrow.

A smile planted forward, staking claim around my crimson fangs. That scarlet liquid tasted mesmorizing on my tongue, focus transfixed on the pool of it surronding my victim. "Ah, you look much like my friend and father. Poor baby." I scoffed the words, cackling them with wicked laugher.

Revenge, they say, is best served cold. Ah, but it tastes sweet when steaming hot.

Ayita

My brother coward before me, even when I read a hint of recognition in his gaze. Maybe I could help him. Maybe a mercy kill was not needed. Maybe it wasn't a disease.

Ah, little bird, you're such an optimist.

"Kamau! Please, look at me." I fought for his gaze, pleaded with my tears. Oh, brother, you should want to stop my pain. I need you!

Maybe more than I need Paradox.

Gasp, lies! That was the problem. The issue here was I was trying to convince myself that I had a normal life; a normal family. My brother was ill, but I wanted to believe that it could get better. That I loved him as strongly as a sister should.

But, no, truth was I chose a seriel killer over my sick brother.

I don't deserve this life, Skoll. Take it now.

Qi

What joy! What excitement! Even as the blood came flowing from my form, I knew this was what I wanted. I had always feared dying at an old age, and now I wouldn't be bothered anymore. Maybe there would be adventure in the afterlife.

My knees gave way and I crumbled before the woman, a smile sprawled across my jaws. "Thanks, chick." I sang joyously, gurgling the words as blood painted my lips. It was a quiet series of sounds, but understandable. I was no suicidal or a masochist, simply desperate for something.

ANything.

Alaois

This wasn't worth it. It really wasn't. The pain was beyond what my brain could even read. I was dizzy. My pawsteps were becoming jostled. I didn't even know what this man was doing anymore.

So I simply let my legs give way and I sat in a moaning pile on the ground. If only I could find a fleck of my damn pride.

A piece came wiggling into view. A snarl ripped out and I scrambled to my paws and faced Paradox with hate. I was going to die, but I wouldn't just lay down and watch it happen.

Denerbe

I found myself speaking no further to the dog I was padding along with. I had grown bored with her tense disposition. As we came to view the war, I'd completely abandoned her for search of someone more entertaining. Hmm, Carska's oponent had fled. Bidziil faced a child. Eyes searching, I came upon a crimson pelt.

Ayita and her strange little brother. That would be fun to toy with.

"Hello, friends!" I plopped myself beside the fallen brother, eyes gleaming in glee for this find. The man hated females and, even when I lacked hormones, I was of female origin.

Fun games. Fun fun experiements.

OOC//: -palmface- Worst thing ever. I think my computer is going to commit suicide because it had to witness the creation of that crapload.....I hate wars because there are too many characters so I can't get into one -.- Sorry.

[I L Y I C H]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/2sb0eog.jpg] 'you can keep kicking yourself, but your kicking me too...' I stared at Clarimonde for a long moment, letting myself calm in the calmness of her own eyes. That was what Clari did best after all, no matter what I could count on her, always. Breathing in a deep breath I gave a small little smile, weak as it was. A reassuring thing, for I found myself naked without it, especially as my lips ached from the snarl I had so long kept in place. Closing off the topaz light for a long second, I reopened my eyes and turned them from Clarimonde's soft contrasting face to that of my cowering fathers. Yet I could not watch. Even as Ekshen tore and tore. My heart bled for the man I myself wished to kill. My brother and I were different in that regard, I suppose, as all creatures are inherently different. I could not attack the man in the end. My rage had been extinguished, for I saw now what a monster I had been to force him as I had. Bidziil wasn't the reasoning behind his actions. Whips were. Pain and anger and slavery were. But he could learn. I set my jaw as I nodded to my friend, paws lifting to stat my walk towards my shamed father. I would help him learn. I had to. Love can never come from chains. It must be born in flight, or during that second of utter awe right when your born. My chest lifted pride falling into me. With every heart beat I drew closer and in the end stood slightly to the right of my smaller brother. "Ekshen. Brother. Please, mother is wrong this time. We can't solve our problems by making the chained one's suffer." I stood by silently, watching and hoping that my words would be headed. If they were not I would fight him. For peace can not come without a price, though I loathed the idea of once more turning violence in as the payment. My head turned sleek ebony muzzle motioning for Clarimonde to move behind Bidziil's slack form. "Bidziil. As Heir to the throne I command you. You are to return with us to our home. Chains shall lead you there, Father, but they shall not keep you." My voice stilled, eyes fluttering to Clarimonde before they bounced back to Bidziil, the alpha tone ringing in my throat. "Only we can decided what manacles we are willing to wear." With my words spoken and my heart a tiny bit lighter I bowed my broad skull to my friend the hybrid so long tormented by her own chains, those of genetics. My paws turned me to Bidziil's side, offering a shoulder to guide him and a quiet expression to give peace from fear of punishment. I would not hurt him now. Too much rested on these next days of thought. Bidziil must think and gather for himself, but I would not fight the process. Perhaps it was selfish, but I would do anything in my power to help guide the broken man back to my mother's side. They needed one another, of that I was sure. As if each half had only a portion of their whole soul. Without the other neither could function at all properly. With a small wave of my tail I began my march forward. Our march forward. Should Bidziil fight he would find to strong young folami to either side. Only the removal of chains can lead a slave to think of freedom. So let them be physical so the break may be more apparent. "mahal speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1z2hypw.jpg] 'none of us were angles and you know I love you still' I stood furiously, watching in angry silence as the coward ran. an away with his tail between his legs like the whelp he was. Val came to my side after a moment, blue eyes bouncing around before he moved past me to sit beside my daughter. No noise came from his dual hued maw, but those chips of sky settled on the amber of Alonda's gaze and half begged for information. My own set of topaz's shifted to look into Alonda's face as well, searching for any injury before I let my body relax. Oh baby. Ignoring any interference and any hateful I gained upon the motion my head stooped and swung. Cheek rubbing gently into the softness of the girl's face I gave no words. I could think of nothing. Alonda was safe. Oh thank Skoll. Nothing had happened to her. Nimrod hadn't hurt her. Gasping to take in as much of the child's scent as I could I turned my tongue to her neck, brushing back the hackles that had lifted. There was nothing to be afraid of now, one glance around the battle field showed as much. The old folami pack had lost. Pulling away from my daughter and turning my snout to her friend I took little pride from my position and smothered the small boy in my affection as well. Val seemed shocked as he jumped under my tongue but his body relaxed and for a second he appeared almost glad before he leaned away shyly and stood up. A soft smile placed upon my lips my head swung up and around taking the alpha position atop my craning neck. The howl that came from my chest sounded loud and clear, echoing harshly across the blood stained desert we had ravaged in our battles. "You have lost, dogs of Lucifer. Leave now with your pride or become prisoners of war. So say I Alpha of Vea Apxn, dominant even to the original pack.

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"carska speaks" :: "bidziil speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/a5j7gw.jpg] 'why dance with the devil when you have me?' The monster stood back up when he fell. An distorted sort of pride welled up in me at the sight. This man no matter his convictions or mental capabilities was a powerful warrior. A prideful warrior. My teeth shone and dripped with his own crimson elixir and there he stood bleeding and in agony, but standing all the same. A lowly sort of calm came over my face, floating with it's drugged edge alight upon my ebony mask. My paw steps twisted into a dance, each motion bringing me closer, each step twirling me ever so nearer. Until with a short snarl I lunged once more. Would he be of sound enough mind or body to dodge this attack? Once more aimed for his throat the move would be easy to motion away from, but everyone had a limit. Everyone had their time and sooner or later Alaois would fall bellow my never ending attacks. For I did not grow tired. I would never give in no matter how my lungs ached or my limbs shuddered. Did Alaois know this resolve gained for me through the ever present hatred and pain? I doubted it but the boy had proved himself well in this swords dance. "paradox speaks"

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/j6n3bq.jpg] 'and perhaps it is death that changes Goliath' Kamau/Ayita Heart set seizing by the appearance of another Kamau wrenched away, toppling over himself in his terror. Salive came thick and frothed upon his tongue as he cried into the dirt. Sooner or later he would drown in it, the panicked disease ridden froth. Or perhaps his heart would give out for necrotic tissue had long clung to the muscle so tormented by the disorder that seemed only to target the lad's brain. It was wrong. Every thing straight down to the blood vessels were infected. rotting. Slowly but surly the man was becoming a corpse and should one of these women help that process along he would be grateful no matter the phobia. For under the insanity he was still Kamau. Even as he failed under his horror to recognize his sister he still suffered. No better then a zombie his inner soul cried for freedom. Sobbed and begged to be released from the agony of being trapped within a broken vessel. He just prayed they did it quickly. Paragon/Qi The death brought little satisfaction, and the killer simply lifted her skull at it's completion. She was needed no were else, it would seem. Soon after Carska's words caught on the wind and sent Paragon striding away. This was not a place for her, the murderer with no conscious. This was a new day. A new era. This time did not need dogs of her thinking, of her feeling. Paragon smiled as she moved back to the woods, to her home away from the struggles of pack life. She'd become out dated. No longer was she perfect, and how glorious it felt. Lucifer/Mahal Numbness flooded the man, and it would seem he could no longer move. black ears lifted upon the gray heathen's speech and yet Lucifer made no move to contradict. There was no longer any point. They had lost, and he had lost. Everything was lost. Sooner or later man would come to destroy them all, and on that day the red maned desolate would welcome the fire bomb with open arms. Death would never come to soon to the unavenged. Body coming to it's feet in a sticky tangle, Lucifer lifted dull golden eyes to stare back at the gray fae. The woman who obviously waited for him to leave before she would turn away. Were once a sneer would have placed itself a look of agony hung. Nothing came from the downtrodden as he turned to grasp his lover's body by it's scruff. With the gentleness of a mother he moved Hati slowly away, blinking tears from his great golden eyes as her wake left nothing but a smear of blood with no heat left. The once proud folami left without a word, the only sound he made the thumping of the corpse he drug across the rocky ground. "speak"

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ooc notes;;

(Alaois)--Paradox
Bidziil POW
(Ookami)
(Qi)
Carska / Alonda / Val
Ayita-- (Kamau)
Clarimonde
(Evangeline)
(Jeremiah)-- (Helsa)
(Hatti)
Logan-- (Babylon)
Mahal
Fido


dont you love how descriptive it is? -will be finished-[/quote]

[nEwOL握敵]

ooc;// This makes my head hurt alittle trying to understand so my first post is probably going to be alittle vague.

BIC::

Stitch:

Once we reached the location of the conflict, I broke off from the strange creature that had lead me here, charging ahead, hoping that I wasn't too late to do anything. But when I arrived things appeared to be drawing to a close. I cared little as to what became of the strange fea that brought me here, even though I was somewhat relieved that she had indeed taken me to the site of the conflict as I'd asked, rather than leading me to something like a trap or an ambush or something of that nature... It appeared that I could trust her to a degree. I didn't find her company extremely pleasant, but at least I could trust her some.

I picked my way through the crowd of canines until I found the one that I wanted to see. Carska. It took me a minute to locate her, but sure enough I did. She had two others with her, which she seemed relieved to see safe. I came up behind her quietly and took a deep breath. It wasn't the carefree and well natured voice that she might easily recognize, no. It was a colder, more cautious and collected voice. "Alphess Carska... I've returned to serve again." I wondered briefly if I appeared as differently as I felt, with my new set of scars and my build being more of a warrior's build than a hunter's. But that thought was pushed aside by another, heavier one.

My gaze was cast down somewhat. I'd arrived as the battle was wrapping up. If I'd made it here sooner, I could have been of use. Now... I may as well have brought a mop and bucket with me.

[Kunabee]

Ekshen

I stopped at my brother's words, snarling at him. I didn't attack, no. My anger was fading slowly. One last hit at Bidziil, and I glared at him. I watched as Mahal lead him off with Clarimonde. And then I howled, a howl of pain and anger and all that has happened. It was a howl after my mother' words, and then I fell into the dirt.
No, I was a Falomi. Fiercely, I drug myself and followed after Mahal and Clarimonde. I kept my head down. I knew better then to show pride in such a time. It was not a time for pride. It was a time for patience, for regrowth.
I had a sudden dream of the packs rejoining, and then it bubbled down into the depths of despair. Ha! Why would such a thing ever happen? No, the humans had us all in their little plans; we were their toys and minions, pieces on a gameboard. I wouldn't be surprised if the felines were under their plan, that there was supposed to be such a war.
D**n those human. They were a thorn in my side, in everyone's side. All the pain they caused... We were all in their chains, half trying to get free. We were half anything.
So with a heavy heart and heavy paws, my head drooping, I followed after the prisoner of war. Bidziil. This man... what could possibly describe him?
He was an a**hole, but he was also my dad. There was something in him. I'm sorry he had said.
We all hurt.