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Ronni Blue	Posted on Jul 22 2011, 08:52 PM
	.REBEL {width: 500px;height: 350px;background: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/10f5jsg.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.REBELbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#REBELbox1 {top: 18px;left: 213px;width: 262px;height: 127px;}A rustle at the edge of the clearing caused the black wolf turn his head in that general direction. The minute movement had momentarily distracted him from the pain digging deeper into his chest and hind leg. In fact, Rebel grew curious as a light thud vibrated into his tall, cupped ears. The smell hit him sharply in the nose. And just like a spark in a cannon hole Rebel�s hunger was stimulated. Here, before him was food. Food that could restore his energy and give him the strength the walk away into the safe clutches of the forest.Suddenly! A big eared rabbit sprung from the bush and came sprinting right at him. Rebel couldn�t believe his luck. Feeling his legs stirred he tried to stand on his feet, however the heavy pains punished him and pinned him back down to earth.Wee!!!! SNOW!The rabbit was a foot before Rebel�s muzzle when he struck. Like a rattlesnake he snapped his nape foreword and drove his jaws close to it�s back. If his aim was true, the old wolf would have a meal to please him until the gods decided what to do with his tattered form.And if this Pyre fellow dared steal his kill, Rebel would be on him faster than swipe from an angry wolverine. He wouldn�t be harming any pack law, he would only be defending what was rightfully his.
GallopandStorm	Posted on Jul 18 2011, 09:56 AM
	((Good time for Teiken to make his appearance and for Evina to follow ah Rebs? lol So you know Sojo, Teiken ish here to be eaten and for Evina to come into the picture lol. Here we goes =3)) Hazel eyes stared down the small rabbit as it hopped around without a care in the world. The black she-wolf crouched like a lioness and stalked the small creature. She knew it couldn't see her and by the looks of it, the rabbit was too dumb for it's own good. Should make this easy... the female thought to herself, not noticing that she was nearing two other wolves.... "Wee!!!! SNOW!" the brown rabbit exclaimed, not a care in the world. His mother had always told him, "Don't go hopping around without checking for danger." Would Teiken listen tho? Nope. He was a naive young buck who was most likely living on borrowed time. He had no sense of danger and would litterally walk right up to a predator and try to befriend them. Because of his strange behaviour, most predators thought there was something wrong with him so well....they left him alone. But surely, his time was coming to an end and this lucky bunny's luck was sure to run out and get him into some serious trouble. Hopping along the soft snow the small brown creature could see two figures up ahead and darted forward towards them. Boy, was this going to be a bad idea.... Evina stalked the small creature and hid in the bushes. She watched the rabbit vanish out of her sight. "Dang it. There goes my lunch..." she muttered to herself, turning away from the direction of the rabbit. Before she went anywhere though, a loud howl echoed in her ears, making her head turn sharply back around. "[color=]Oh dear...that doesn't sound too good...[/color]" She said softly, turning back around to go and investigate who was howling and why they were howling with such desprateness in their vocals.
Ronni Blue	Posted on Jul 18 2011, 02:58 AM
	.REBEL {width: 500px;height: 350px;background: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/10f5jsg.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.REBELbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#REBELbox1 {top: 18px;left: 213px;width: 262px;height: 127px;}Get up, man. C�mon, I�ll get you to�Ah� jeez�Rebel trembled as a growl flooded from his vocals. He allowed Pyre to nudge him back to his stomach. Ears lay flat and his single eye bore down resentfully at the white wolf. He stared at the snow where his chest wound was bleeding through. All he wanted to do was to limp into the forests and never see the likes of this white wolf again. His pride had been lacerated. Um.... here, lemme put the snow on there.... staunch the bleeding.Rebel grunted as snow fell upon his wounds. It did indeed numb the pain at least. The old wolf leaned on his side and panted. Licking his nose and relaxing his eyelids he appeared to look like a content dog, but he was far from that. Any sudden moves at him would spring the defensive, dangerous side of the wolf. Swallowing, he tried to hide his pain. It was after Pyre had mumbled something he didn�t quite catch when he heard it, a cracked howl that leveled out into a single note. Ears cupped foreword and nostrils flared. He lifted his lips in anger. The last thing he wanted was the pack to gather and pity his state� or worse laugh at him. Rebel refused to be helped. To be prodded and looked upon. He was 8 years old and perfectly capable of handling his own wounds� or so he thought.Flashes of pain erupted across his wounds. It caused him to whine, but it turned out into a full out growl when he identified another arriving upon the scene. The smell was only faintly familiar. The black wolf struggled to his feet, �I can take care of myself, you!� Rebel exposed his teeth at Pyre, but then sunk back into the drifts of snow. He became dizzy and black holes overwhelmed his vision.
Sojourner	Posted on Jul 14 2011, 10:33 PM
	.PYRE {width: 450px;height: 600px;background: url('http://i51.tinypic.com/2ymvzuw.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.PYREbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#PYREbox1 {top: 291px;left: 30px;width: 186px;height: 213px;}Pyre's attack was mistaken, for the black wolf staggered out of the snow. Pyre followed, cautiously. This could be just another faking, another time when the opponent pretended to be wounded. Pyre could see by his limp that, indeed, his leg was broken. The obsidian wolf's grizzled frame sent a cringe through Pyre. It was obvious the scars were all from previous fights. And this wolf was obviously one not to give up. But, then, as if he - the black wolf - realized something. That he shouldn't be fighting this? Maybe.And then, then came the shocker. The black wolf dropped to the snow, and rolled over in submission. For a moment, Pyre stood stock still, the snow falling down behind him. Then, as if ice water was dumped on his family jewels, Pyre ran forward. Bending down, Pyre nudged the side of the black wolf."Get up, man. C'mon, I'll get you to..." Where? Where in the world would he get help? The entire pack was in Winterguard. So, it was going to have to be treated here. "Ah... jeez..." Pyre- forgetting about his own wounds- gingerly tried to roll the wolf over or get him to stand up. "Um.... here, lemme put the snow on there.... staunch the bleeding." Pyre picked up a chunk of the icy white crystals, then dropped it. "I need a woman..." He muttered. HOWL YOU DUMB IDIOT! The thought finally occurred to him. Lifting up his muzzle just enough to keep an eye on Rebel, Pyre let out his signature howl. Cracked at first, before becoming a high and clear single note. He could only hope that someone would hear it.
Ronni Blue	Posted on Jul 14 2011, 05:55 PM
	.REBEL {width: 500px;height: 350px;background: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/10f5jsg.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.REBELbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#REBELbox1 {top: 18px;left: 213px;width: 262px;height: 127px;}Once he was upon the white wolf�s back, Rebel unleashed hell. He ripped and tugged through fur and skin like a rabid animal. The pain on his heels intensified, causing his blows to intensify. As he made blood spring to the heavens his own blood flooded to earth. Rebel�s face was smeared with crimson liquid from his own and the challenger�s. He couldn�t even tell the difference anymore as he felt its metallic taste invade his jaws. He sensed the end of the battle arriving soon. SNAP!One of his hind legs, his right one, began to cry in anguish. He was done, it was broken. The black wolf curled his lips into a nasty snarl and shoved himself off as the white wolf scrambled out from underneath. Be wise, Rebel repeated over and over as he steadied himself. The world was beginning to spin. Evina, he thought gravely, seeing her swim across his vision. What was he doing here? He needed to find his mate and live peacefully under the sycamore trees until the end of his days. He was fighting a young wolf�s battle. His time was over. Rebel had been foolish. In slow motion (his world was becoming just that) drifts of snow erupted from Pyre�s feet. Rebel stumbled back as fast as he could and dropped to the floor.In agony.Rolled over onto his back.And exposed his stomach. Breathing came slow. He wanted to leave the battle that was not his. Memories of past challenges brimmed the edges of his head. Victory after victory, he had been a legend. But, now� he was just an old wolf. The middle age crises had taken a new turn, into a new direction� Attacks- None Defenses- Evading the snow and rolling onto his back in submission. Injuries-- Bleeding from the deep injury to his chest and a broken ankle bone on his right hing leg. Status- 29%
Sojourner	Posted on Jul 12 2011, 01:15 AM
	.PYRE {width: 450px;height: 600px;background: url('http://i51.tinypic.com/2ymvzuw.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.PYREbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#PYREbox1 {top: 291px;left: 30px;width: 186px;height: 213px;}Pyre's shaky hit actually latched on. He had been aiming for the legs, but knew he probably wouldn't get even close. But he felt claws slice on both haunches. Blood flowed from both their wounds, mingling sharply on Pyre's white pelt. But Pyre teeth and claws had aimed true (or almost) and now he clung to the beast's hind legs, digging in sharply.Pyre felt the reward of more blood, but this time he was intent on snapping both hind legs. But it was either one or the other, for he was running out of time. Choosing one randomly, he latched on once again. Holding on, Pyre tried to scramble out of Rebel's hold. Pyre scrabbled forward, out from under Rebel's hips. But still, Pyre held onto the leg, and giving a yank, he tried to break or dislocate it. Unsure, Pyre knew he had little time. Dropping the leg, broken or not, Pyre distanced himself rapidly from Rebel. Again, he tried the tactic of snow, but his neck and legs stung highly and for a moment, Pyre merely stood there, panting. Eyes full of pain, but coat practically standing up and bristling. Glands of his own scent poured forth his musk, pheromones and hormones raced through his body.Rebel wouldn't stand long. especially with the wound in his chest. It was a disappointment for Pyre that his teeth hadn't entered the chambers of the heart, but there was not much he could do about that now. But Pyre did know one thing, and that was it took a very short time (without exertion) for a wolf - no matter how healthy - to bleed out on the snow with a wound like that. Adrenaline coursed through Pyre's veins and artery's, thinning his blood and making his heart pump faster. His lungs expanded rapidly, painfully, but he knew it was nothing close to the agony Rebel would be - should be - feeling as of then. But he realized he was thinking to himself, not fighting.Get your head in the game!It had the desired effect: Pyre reared and slammed his paws forth, shoving the snow in the air. Once again, Pyre blended into the snow... almost. Bloody rings of gruesome red, blue eyes bright with fear and the need to fight. Those were the only things standing out from the other falling particles of snow. Digging his paws into the ground, Pyre bolted forward. This time, he aimed for the front paws. In hope that he could break this paw (if he hadn't broken the other, and if he had broken the other, to break this leg too). Silence.The two wolves, ebony and reddened ivory, both lost in a world of snow. The flakes danced, catching the light and then falling. It was a wonderland... if one hadn't known that on the inside of this globe of snow, two wolves were fighting to the death for a spot of power. Health:  67% Attacks : -Attempted to break Rebel's back right paw (while Pyre was under Rebel)</br> -Kicked up snow -Attempts to go for Rebel's front paw (break it) Defenses: - Kicking up snow
Ronni Blue	Posted on Jul 11 2011, 11:52 PM
	.REBEL {width: 500px;height: 350px;background: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/10f5jsg.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.REBELbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#REBELbox1 {top: 18px;left: 213px;width: 262px;height: 127px;}Rebel�s hits were angled true. At some points, his battered claws would barely touch Pyre�s fur. Though, in a few circumstances he had managed to hook onto his flesh and tear away yielding skin. Hind legs pumped like a steel factory as he thrust forward. However, it wasn�t enough to push the young wolf away. It always hadn�t been enough these days. Behind the immense pain in his chest, the feeling of distress rolled like a boulder over his panicked mind, flattening years of acquired combat skills into a mere autumn leaf. Cracked and weak.At least his teeth had found Pyre�s neck, and that was enough to boost the old wolf�s confidence once more. Rebel crunched down with everything he had and drove deliberately into Pyre�s fur to reach his nape. However, as he dug through fur, the young wolf was digging closer to his heart. He could already feel Pyre�s entire muzzle nestling in his chest like a blood sucking vampire. Rebel felt his grip cripple as breathing became a challenge, for Pyre�s bulldozing attack was compressing his chest into a constricted chamber. Well, he lived a� decent life. Lived among the gods, or as the animals called them: Humans. He had learned to love� acquired a mate, though, bared no cubs of his own. Throughout his 8 years of living he had seen and learned so much about his world and how it worked. Sadly, he had never embraced it to its fullest extent. Aloof, wary, and ill-tempered, Rebel hadn�t realized how precious a family really was. Wolves would find him always alone, or if he were with another, he would be observed brooding over something running in circles across his head. And so, as Rebel lay at death�s grasp his vision blurred and ears flattened with sorrow. What could have been� What should have been� Suddenly, Pyre�s jaws let go! Rebel heaved the energy he had left and seized his neck resentfully. Dare you take my life?! I�ll show you! He bayed inwardly.RIP!Rebel felt Pyre tear away. Blood masked the wolf�s graying muzzle. He licked it clean as he lay there, watching young Pyre shaking it off. Eyes were gleaming with a grim shine. His open, bleeding chest was sucking the life out of him. A grave smile twitched it�s way over his face. His blind eye squinted and he began to pant. Pyre was strong. He had to admit it. Jealousy and fear raged through his fibers, causing him to shiver slightly. At one time, Rebel had been quick and powerful like him! But, now� he was nothing but an ancient wolf� in his last years of life. Who am I kidding? In, marched Doubt, stomping away all previous determination. So what if I win over him? There will always be young, lightning quick wolves that will step up to challenge me. He gazed down at his open wound, how much more of this can I take? Rebel�s life could decrease from two years to a mere six months if he kept up this fresh, blood warrior mentality. Instead of fighting� he should be connecting with loved ones again. Taking it easy� embracing the life he had neglected. But, he couldn�t give up just yet� he wanted to see how far he could go. Rebel gathered to his feet.One� two steps back. Pyre attacked!Rebel bristled and reared as the white wolf neared. Pyre aimed low at his paws, but Rebel�s upper cage was already hovering above like a haunting, black crow. His intentions were to land upon the wolf and grapple him. However, Pyre�s mark hadn�t gone totally astray. The white wolf had found his hind legs! As Rebel threw his upper body down over Pyre�s back he felt fine blades slice through flesh and crunch his ankle bones. Attacks- Rears up as Pyre's dives in to fall upon him. Defenses- Rearing, you could say. Injuries-- bleeding from the open wound to his chest. Bitten in the hind ankles. Bleeding. Status- 57%
Sojourner	Posted on Jul 9 2011, 02:38 AM
	.PYRE {width: 450px;height: 600px;background: url('http://i51.tinypic.com/2ymvzuw.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.PYREbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#PYREbox1 {top: 291px;left: 30px;width: 186px;height: 213px;}No warning was given when, as the blood spurted and flowed around Pyre's face, Pyre felt claws slamming into his side, he moved with the blows, feeling the claws hook once or twice. But no warning was given as he felt teeth lock around the scruff of his neck. He dug deeper, trying to reach the other's heart. But he knew if his teeth did not puncture the chambers soon... that teeth would lock around his skull and he would be dead. Spitting out the red liquid, Pyre planted his feet firmly on the ground. But he had down what Rebel had wanted him to. Pyre had released Rebel's heart, or at least the area that the heart was in. Furiously, he spat more of the blood out. Damn it! Pyre's scruff was rapidly becoming his neck as the teeth somehow moved down, towards his throat. His life blood. The area the warmth and beating of blood was centered around. Making sure he was planted firmly, Pyre wrenched his neck out Rebel's hold. But not without feeling blood begin to trickle down his neck. Damn, damn, damn!! Pyre stumbled back, shaking his neck to rid it of the blood that began to created gruesome rings of blood around his throat. Pyre was infuriated, outraged, incensed. But he feared exactly what Rebel's attack-strategy was. Though he was only beginning to form an idea what Rebel did. He knew Rebel was not one to jump in and out like he, Pyre, did. But seemed to want to remain in fierce one-on-one combat... It was the rare, Pyre thought, to find one like you. Pyre took two steps back, then ran forward a few paces before launching himself straight at Rebel. This time, he looked down at Rebel's paws... Health:  80% ATTACKS: -Lunging at Rebel and (looking) at his paws DEFENSES: -None
Ronni Blue	Posted on Jul 9 2011, 01:08 AM
	.REBEL {width: 500px;height: 350px;background: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/10f5jsg.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.REBELbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#REBELbox1 {top: 18px;left: 213px;width: 262px;height: 127px;}Cold razors bore down upon Rebel�s shoulder blade and expertly locked themselves at the heart of his chest.Yielding flesh gave way under the stranger�s fangs. Nerve ending screamed as blood flowed freely over his black fur. It snaked its way to mother earth where it assaulted the surrounding drifts of snow. Time seemed to slow down its course. Rebel could see the stranger�s exact position and the feel the violence he trembled with. Heavens, he could nearly see his every breath. Rebel�s legs began to strike blows at his sides, haunches, belly, anything he could graze. His long, ancient claws could serve purpose here. However, Rebel had another tactic in mind as he struggled in the snow. The challenger�s face was well below his, fixed in and around his chest. From Rebel�s angle, he could see the his forehead, hard blue eyes and� the exposed dorsal portion of his neck. In silence he reared his neck and pummeled his jaws straight at the back of Pyre's neck. He gave no warning, simply because he was in suffering agony. No warning, because that was his method of fighting. No warning, because he was a wolf, who fought and killed in silence. Not like the other beasts in the forests who trumpeted in victory or defeat, wasting precious energy.Ah, but despite the searing misery, Rebel felt his gut jolting away like a new born caribou. The compactness of the battle was what he loved. What he thrived on. He couldn�t wait to bathe his face in blood and cause as much torture as he was receiving. However, he wise enough to calculate� if it had to be done� when to submit and retreat back into the black forests of Boreana. Attacks- Attempting to stretch out his neck and bite down on the back of Pyre's neck. Defenses- kick at Pyre's side to shrugg him off. Injuries-- deep wound in the chest. Status- 80% Health
Sojourner	Posted on Jul 6 2011, 02:10 PM
	.PYRE {width: 450px;height: 600px;background: url('http://i51.tinypic.com/2ymvzuw.png') 0px 0px no-repeat;position: relative;}.PYREbox {overflow: auto;border: 0px solid #333;position: absolute;}#PYREbox1 {top: 291px;left: 30px;width: 186px;height: 213px;}((Oh, jeez, just realized I forgot to use in the other... >.> Sorry.))To Pyre's delight, the male seemed slower then he'd thought. Now, on the ground, the wolf was exposed to Pyre's teeth and claws. Though Pyre was inclined to go for the throat, or the shoulders to wound... he knew better. If he went for the throat, he would expose his own face to the coal-coated opponent. With a snarl, Pyre leaned down towards the male's side. He placed his front paw a few inches from the male's spine."I'm not afriad of anything, old dog." Pyre hissed, the words quiet. But that was more frightening then if Pyre had yelled it, for it was meant to deceive. Not the threat, no; but the tone. The way it was said. Speak softly, let them think you are in control, or not... It was a strange thing to do, yes, but pretending to be submissive, weak, or low-spoken often tricked the opponent into believing your intentions were not for harm. Pyre was about the age when a male wolf has the urge to spread his genes. To start a pack. And start one he did. It was the classic 'romeo-juliet' bit, but it was never meant to be. Only to scar Pyre beyond help. To give him a fettish for power, and power he still lusted for, long after. Killing his father like he had... it had awoken pack law, for his Clan. If the leader meets his death by the jaws of a wolf, the challenger leads the pack. That had been the law for as long as Pyre could remember. And he'd killed his father, which gave him blood right and pack law-right to the throne of the pack. But he had turned it down.... Okay, maybe not 'turned it down'... just, fled. Was chased off by his mother and siblings.... Hated by all, scorned by all, a traitor to his blood-borne pack. A sadness overwhelmed Pyre for a moment, and the ghost of his past haunted his eyes for a moment. Until they hardened again, and his jaws opened to reveal his fangs. He spoke once."If you have pups, I am sorry. But this is how it must be." And with this strange statement, Pyre leaned his head back for a second and then plunged his fangs down, down down...Aiming straight for the challenger's heart. With every intent to rip it out.... ATTACK: -Aiming to rip out Rebel's heart. DEFENESE: -None Health:  95%

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