In The Shadow Of A Storm [joining]

[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] [scrolly:h(169),w(415),sy]  Tor had been travelling for days on end wandering through different territories and terrain, wreaking havok wherever she could. She only had recieved minor injuries in her battle in poppy meadow her healing ability had cleared those up in a couple of hours she was still not very practiced in it yet for she had discovered that she had this ability only a few days ago. She had started by healing minor scrapes and cuts but only recently had she needed to try out larger and deeper gashes. Her shoulder wound from the stone must have been her deepest for it had been the hardest to heal and was still somewhat open. But right now she was on her way to salunero jungle, home of the merciless pack, the Hellion Mafia. It was starting to get dark as she entered the jungle and the meadows thinned and a forest of tropical trees became thicker and thicker until she was surrounded by them. She noticed immediately the scent barrier surrounding the land and passed over it confidently, no fear whatsoever. Now she could feel a wind picking up and looked up to see the quickly darkening sky coated with clouds. She smiled, it looks like im in for a storm. Tor loved storms it was the time she was most powerful with lightning striking in the clouds above allowing her not to create it but to summon it to her and make it many times more powerful than her created version with only a bit more energy needed. It was now starting to rain, beating the ground hard drenching her navy, brown and silver fur, her electric yellow eyes gazing out into the distance scanning for any members of the Mafia so that she may request entry into this most feared pack. She walked tall and fearless through the tropical forest her chin dripping and water pouring down her ears. Thunder boomed above head and lightning struck the sky giving a joyful skip to her step. She flicked her torn ear and looked for a dry place she could lay and watch the storm. She soon found a small rock overhang and stepped under it, shaking the water from her fur and lay down in the dirt. Her ears stood erect searching for the slightest bit of noise to notify another prescence. But her eyes were glued to the forked lightning covering the dark sky, reflecting in her yellow eyes as she sat there, waiting, watching, listening. [/scrolly]

[Flynn]

Of course it was going to rain again. He was surprised that his fur had not started to mold with all the damn rain they had been having. The small, scrawny wolf pushed himself through the dense vegetation, some of the bushes were sticky with humidity. He nosed through, his long whiskers reaching out into the fuzzy world. His maw was slick with blood once more, he had devoured the meal he intended for his large family, now he was searching for more lest is 'mate' rip him to shreds. The pups were old enough now to start learning how to hunt on their own...but she didn't have time to listen to reason.

He soon caught the scent of an intruder, grumbling to himself he headed toward them. The shrew myou was not the best in the sight department, but he could hear and smell just fine. Soon he came to where the stranger stood, he curled his black lips over his red-capped teeth. "Who are you and why are you here?" His thinly furred tail wavered in a threatening manner, sure the lupus was most likely twice his size or more, but that did not deter him from protecting his home.

[Scorch]

ooc; if I may join, if i may not let me know and poof, the posty will disappear.

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/backfinal.jpg] [scrolly:h(180),w(398),sy] Scorch had been sleeping, covered by a thick blanket of foliage and rolled in a large ball of warmth. However, upon the fall of a stormy rain he was mercilessly drenched as the accumulated water fell from the leaves on to his head. Jumping up in shock he gasped and shook him self into a frenzy of confusion. Shaking in anger he growled a pile of curses, it would figure that his attempt at a rest would be so heartlessly sabotaged. Rain irked him beyond abandon, and he generally managed to avoid it. But to no avail this time. Grumbling, he was just about to exit his hideout when a familiar shape trotted confidentially past his make shift den. Sniffing at the air he recognized the intoxicating scent to be Tor's, his fellow accomplice and his recent interest. This turn of events brightened his day significantly, and he melded into the shadows, lingering for a second before emerging and hopping into others. He followed the impressive female, wondering what she was up to. The air was charged with electricity and Scorch was starting to feel the comfortable feel of adrenaline in his corrupted blood as he slinked along. He paused upon seeing the arrival of a new wolf in the scene, slightly older by the looks of it. It was on the tip of his tongue to growl a warning, mildly annoyed that the other male was around Tor. This possessiveness was not uncommon to Scorch, and he often felt it for anything he had a particular interest in, however, this was the first time he had felt it so fast. When the other male spoke in an authoritative voice he paused and rethought his actions. If this was a wolf with a commanding position it would serve him well to lay on the charm. And so he emerged, giving a polite yip of warning to avoid confusion. He came to stand beside Tor, and before speaking he tipped his head to her, but spoke to the other male first demonstrating respect for his position. In a humble but strong voice he stated, "Good evening, I don't believe I have had the opportunity to meet you before." Bowing his head slightly Scorch kept his tail at a lowered height but maintained a steady gaze on the other male. "My name is Scorch, I was recently admitted to this reputed pack and it is an honor to be a member of it." He turned his attention back to Tor and added in his usual suave voice, "And it is certainly a great pleasure to meet you again, may I say I've never seen a wolf look as magnificent as your self in a storm?" He gave her a genuine smile, revealing sharp fangs. [/scrolly]

[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] [scrolly:h(169),w(415),sy] Tor was startled by the sudden appearance of the male and jump to her feet with a snarl but quickly closed her mouth when she recognised the scent of the mafia on him. She stood up straight towering over him and opened her mouth to speak but stopped when a familiar scent hit her nose and then the dark figure of Scorch slid out of the shadows. He came to stand beside her and she couldnt help but give a slight smile at his compliment. She then turned back to the other male and judging by the way Scorch spoke to him he was of a high rank and she was to show some form of submission. She kept her tail low but her voice was strong and emotionless, showing neither submission nor authority. "I am Tor and I wish to join the Hellion Mafia, I would be a great addition to this pack a merciless fighters and would gladly take any order without hesitation." She gave a polite nod and turned to Scorch. "Greetings Scorch, its great to see you again, what are you doing out here in this wonderful stormy night?" She flicked the water from her ear and sat down curling her brown tail around her paws. Her fur was plastered against her skin, outlining each muscle showing her true strength. Tor could sense something within Scorch and his eyes only slighty showed it -she was quite good at reading emotions in eyes. Was that jealousy? No, it couldn't be, we've just met only a few days ago, he could not like me already, could he? She argued with herself for a bit but at the same time she felt a ray of hope, she had never been loved before or in that matter never even felt love. And with this a new feeling stirred inside of her, even if she did not yet know what it was. [/scrolly]

[Flynn]

Flynn growled as the second male came up. He hated being outnumbered, but he also hated having stranger say they were part of the pack. Sure he had been busy with his pups, but as far as he knew he was the only one that accepted wolves into the pack. Maybe Sylvester came up long enough to give another wolf permission to join. He doubted it though. He looked in the general direction of Scorch and his raspy voice emitted again.

"I'd like to know you admitted you into the pack, since I am the one who accepts new members. Wolves don't just walk in and join, you have to prove your worth to me before you are given a rank." He showed his red-capped fangs again, alluding to the toxicity of his saliva. He did not tolerate over cocky bastards that flaunted charm to get what they wanted.

He looked to the female, ignoring the banter the two lupus exchanged. "Thank you for getting to the point. I'm Flynn. The Underboss of the Mafia. Everything goes through me, including the initiations." His beady black eyes darted between the two figures. "So, Tor if you are a good, merciless fighter. I have an easy enough task for you to be admitted into the Mafia."

He stepped back a few paces to give them room. "Fight him. You can both prove your worthiness by sparring." He glared at the male lupus, "Do not hold back, but do not kill each other. If I sense either one of you are going easy on the other, I will call in the Hit Squad." He left that open for their interpretation. It bothered him that there was a wolf in his territory with out his permission.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/backfinal.jpg] [scrolly:h(180),w(398),sy] There had only ever been two superiors of whom Scorch had given his honest and unreserved respect to, and this Flynn would not be a third Scorch concluded. Scorch's behaviors held nothing of his inner thoughts, except for the barest of ticks in his left eye. Evidently his charm had not been taken as he had intended; the whole point of his use of charm was to demonstrate his respect but taking the time to be pleasant. However, he would waste no more energy of such on the superior male as he now owed him nothing but polite responses and perfectly executed orders. In a distant and reserved voice that beheld nothing but a small frost of politeness he replied, "I see, what an unfortunate mistake." It had not been for lack of trying that he had not been accepted, but he kept his tongue. "My pardon." Now, this left this issue of a duel... He had often met tactics involving pitting pack members against each other to break bonds and instill fear, to this end he was incredibly bored by this manipulation; if it was indeed such a tactic, it remained that it could simply be a test of strengths. Normally it would not have bothered him to fight a fellow member to the death, but this female had his interest. As he was growing to respect Tor he decided he owed it to her to alleviate the situation he thoughtfully mused. With a reassuring voice he said to the lightning lupuse, "What an excellent opportunity, I believe we have much to learn from each other, and I know I would welcome the opportunity to spare such a worthy opponent. After all, no pain no gain is how the saying goes I believe." He gave an emotionless side glance at Flynn, not trusting the other male and added, "I think we have no fear of holding back, such an implication is really more of an insult. I would honor you by not holding back, and I hope I can expect the same." As he waited for Tor to acknowledge his unusual offer that implicated allied forces he added briefly directing his comment to Flynn, "I am confident we both will be an excellent addition to this pack, however I will leave the judging to you, anything I might have to say will be proved in this fight." He moved into an attack position, making sure that no matter where he placed himself he could hold both wolves in his line of vision. His muscles were relaxed, like whips ready to crack at the smallest of provocations. He stopped moving and but his tail twitched lightly. He always did enjoy a fight...Small puffs of smoke snaked from between his fur on his back, black wisps blending into the air. [/scrolly]

[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor gave a nod to Scorch acknowledging his words then another nod to the other grey male. She blocked everything else out besides Scorch and a look of cold determination entered her eyes, right now nothing else mattered this was a fight and she would do her best to try and win. With that her fur gave a wave and started to crackle with electricity, the least energy draining thing expecially because the air was full of it. She started to circle him, sizing him up and scanning the spots she would attack first. He was ducked ready for an attack but she saw his attention waver to the other male and she took that as her chance. Slinking silently around him she leapt onto his back and sunk her teeth into the scruff of his neck, clinging to his sides with her claws if her was to try and buck her off. She let little zaps of electricity out most likely making his fur tingle with an uncomfortable feeling. She let go and let herself hit the ground quickly rolling under his bellly kicking his back legs with her own and rolled out underneath him before he collapsed. She jumped back and bent down her tail swishing through the dirt, her electric yellow eyes cold, her mouth dripping with the blood she had drawn from Scorch's neck. She was like a cobra waiting to strike a deadly bite. And thats what she waited for a point where he would have to let her win for she had him in a deadly grip.

[Flynn]

((Tor, Do one or two attacks at a time, so the opponent has time to react. Don't want to powerplay))

Flynn watched the fuzzy shapes of the two wolves as they began to scuffle. He basically ignored the male's words. Respect was very important in this pack, and it had to be earned, there also had to be a understanding of each other, a close knit type of family to be able to support each other in battle. The male lupus may have thought Flynn's methods conniving and barbaric, but it was not like that in the least. He needed to know what his pack was cable of, especially since he was the one that decided most the ranks.

He could feel the familiar ionization in the air as electricity was forming. Instinctively he took a half step back, too many times has Sylvester misfired and shocked the small myou. Other than that he didn't move aside from his head staying with the shapes that battled in front of him. His beady black eyes flicked with each major movement. His nose, ears and whiskers were all twitching and moving to keep up with the activity in front of them.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] The fire lupus leapt back up, shaking him self back into to focus, the little devil was quick; he appreciated this aggressive tactic. Scorch's ocean eyes blazed with intense amusement, he did love to feel the blood dripping through his fur, the hot and sticky liquid a pungent aroma to his senses. What never ceased to amuse him was how perfectly the blood blended into his fur, allowing him to mask the severity of most wounds from his aggressors. Flynn did not seem to be taking any perverse pleasure from watching the fight, and the younger male begrudgingly admitted that his first opinion might have been tainted with the darkened experiences of his past. His body was steeled into a mask of calm control, he would need it in order to prevent fighting for death. Flames jutted from between his own fur, the blazing tongues hungry for flesh. Scorch did not bother to fully envelop him self, he needed energy to use a new form of attack. Grinning in chilling manner he fazed out of sight and into the shadows, quickly sliding from one to the other and finally emerging in a quick flash as he leapt at Tor, using the momentum to drag the female down. His jaws latched onto her front leg and snapped shut in a powerful steel trap of fangs, crunching against tendons. He preferred to disarm opponents before finishing them off, he found that having an opponent who was quite alive but unable to do further damage a trifle more interesting. Plus it prolonged the fight, and the enjoyment. With one last crunch he pulled Tor down using the injured leg and used her body as a catapult to push himself out of harm's way. He licked his chomps, the red liquid a catalyst to the adrenaline rolling through his own body. And what a fine tasting elixir it was, he thought, as the delightful ruby drops fell slowly from between his teeth. [/scrolly]

[~Tor]

Jun 16, 2011 12:21:35 GMT -5 ~Tor said:

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor watched as Scorch leapt back to his feet. She readied herself for an attack head on as the air ignited but was surprised when Scorch slinked into the shadows. Her eyes searched the darkness for his black and red fur. Quicker than she had time to think, Scorch leapt towards her, slamming into her and latching his teeth in her leg. She let out a howl of anger and pain and reached her head down trying to grab his scruff to pull him off. But before she knew it he pulled her to the ground and kicked off of her flank, letting him launch through the air and sending her flying backwards into a tree. Her eyes widened in pain as the wind was knocked from her. It then quickly changed to cold fury, she would not be beaten this easily. From where she lay at the base of the tree, she focused her electric yellow eyes on Scorch. She focused on his chest, summoning her energy she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, then opened her eyes again as a wave passed through her fur. Thunder boomed above then, lightning. As soon as the lightning struck the sky she summoned it to her then dropped it letting it hit Scorch. It electricuted him and flashed back to the sky leaving Tor dizzy and panting still near the tree. The lightning would have left a big enough gash on his chest to disarm him. She continued to lay there unmoving as she tried to regain her strength and get the her focus back. She looked to Flynn his emotionless expression showing nothing. The fight was over when he said so but Tor thought it to be over now, both were injured and weak and most likely unable to continue for ahwile. It was a tie in her opinion. Water drizzled from her chin and she twitched her torn ear as the water dripped inside. Thunder and lightning hit once more but the rain was starting to slow. She looked up to see the sky brightening and a bit of a wind picking up to blow the clouds away. The night sky and moon were revealed the stars twinkling in the navy blue sky. She had had no idea of the time of day due to the clouds but now she knew and it was quite beautiful. The moons rays shone through the foliage and onto the forest floor, most of it on Tor. Her silver rings, stripes shone and sparkled. And the crimson blood pouring from her front leg sparkled. She had a soft spot for the beauty of the sky and let out a sigh.

[Flynn]

((Both of you need to be careful about powerplay. Fighting is a series of attempts, not necessarily connecting blows until the other has a chance to react to it. Example: You cannot break someone's leg without giving them a chance to avoid/react to it. If you need mroe clarification you can read back through the RP Guide or ask me questions. Also, Scorch's gender needs to be changed to Male on the account profile.))

((I will let Scorch reply before I respond))

[Scorch]

ooc; -sheepish face- thanks for pointing that out Cy, will do more to catch that bad habit in the future. And I changed his gender to male; I wasn't sure if the gender option indicated that the account user was female or the char, but appreciate the clarification. I am going to roll with the tie proposition as I think it is a good one as this sort of battle could go on without an end, but let me know if you wish otherwise. Alright, back to business.

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] Scorch watched as a powerful energy circulated through Tor's eyes, and he could not help but be amazed at the raw beauty that emanated from them. This female was certainly a delight, and he could nothing but want to know her more. This particular desire was rare if not non-existent for the male who usually took no interest in females beyond the surface of necessity. However, as much as the gaze was magnificent, it was not hard to tell he was in for a blast. He tried flashing out of the way at the last second, succeeding only in slightly avoiding the deadly lightning as it hit him on the side, narrowly avoiding a dangerous blow to his chest. The full impact of the charge knocked him of his feet and left a lasting surge of burning pain that radiated throughout his body. He clenched his teeth together drawing his own blood to prevent allowing any sign indicating the amount of pain it caused. However, he could do little to prevent the following rage that built through his limbs as fast as the bolt; the plague that assailed him without mercy. He started to shake violently, snarls of anger ripping from his chest as he fought to control the animal inside him. If he let go it would not only be the end for Tor, but for himself as well. After a few gasps of air he unleashed a blaze of flames around his body, engulfing himself in towering tongues of burning fire. The flames rose as a small explosion emanated from his energy, sending out little waves of power. Then it ended; this show of power was done naught but to burn out the rage; and most of his energy. He gave Flynn and Tor an apologetic look; the wave of heat may not have been pleasant. Though it had been necessary...And so he sat, panting lightly at the effort of controlling himself while dealing with the electrifying jolt. He gave Tor a slow smile to show he agreed with her unspoken mention of a tie. If needed he would continue to fight, but it seemed they were rather evenly matched in power. [/scrolly]

[Flynn]

Flynn looked between the two, unphased by the lupus powers. Yes they were both strong and willing to fight on a command. That was useful, they were useful. He accepted that lupus powers were a good assets to have, the Don himself was a lightning lupus as well. Maybe he would want to take the female as his...he almost snorted in laughter, but grunted to cover it up. The idea of Sylvester taking any female was amusing, the guy hated being touched. Not that he was ever around to do anything about it.

The shrew cleared his throat and looked between both of them, "You are lucky the jungle is damp. Don't burn down our home." The words were for both of them, if they were going to live here they needed to know about fire hazards. If they needed to light anyone's pack lands on fire he knew the two to contact. "You are both are soldiers. Don't disappoint. " It was time for him to eat again so he turned from the pair and began to shuffle off, slow enough though incase they needed to ask him anything.