Keinvarii
Centena Accord
Queen[M:-745][A:3]
Somatra
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Post by Keinvarii on Jun 14, 2011 10:42:04 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(170),w(400),sy] Stone got up, royally starting to get peeved by the ridiculous insolence of the intruders. Blood ran down her neck in a small stream, but now was no time to focus on the injury, justice was being demanded and so she would deliver without mercy. There'd be no more missing from this point on. Her foe was formidable, but Stone would have it no other way, power begets power and it was time to give the little trouble maker a taste of real strength.
A calm look spread over the female's face, stone cold concentration flaring in her now frosted blue eyes. The ground started to rumble lightly under the paws of the wolves and Stone could have simply trapped the other aggressor in her stone cage, but she felt like practicing an interesting technique she had been working on, yes it would suit the situation nicely. From the ground a liquid substance rose to cover the stone lupuse, hardening into a gleaming coat of stone quartz, a rather efficient way to block the electric currents found in electricity. Not only would a little fuzz fur be rather ineffective, but aiming lighting bolts would prove difficult. Smiling calmly, razor blades of quarts sprouted from her stone cover, shining maliciously in the fading light.
Stone did not know how long she could hold this form, as she had to keep the cover slightly malleable to permit easier movements. She sprinted at the other female, her ease with the element making running only slightly more difficult. She had spent all her years living alone practicing this element, and this was truly her strength. As she leap at the lupuse a wall of stone rose from the earth, only high enough to block escape. With a roar she flung her self into the other wolf, using her added weight to enhance the impact and her quartz blades as lances to be impaled into the soft fur of her opponent. The injury at her neck was starting to cause her to loose strength, and using this form of elemental power was draining. It was time to end this parade of foolishness, before she killed her self. [/scrolly]
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~Tor
Hellion Mafia
Donna[M:-270][A:3]
~Phoenix
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Post by ~Tor on Jun 14, 2011 19:40:55 GMT -5
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Tor watched in amazement as the lupus in front of her became covered in a sheet of quartz, stone spikes sprouting from her fur. Her eyes widened in fear for she could be punctured fatally and the weight of the female would be to great. She turned to back up but walls of stone sprouted from the ground. Her eyes changed from fear to cold fury.
She knew lightning would be no use against the stone so she would not waste her energy. It was to late the female leaped for her, she had hardly any room to move and no escape route so she would have to brace herself. Then an idea dawned upon her and she moved quickly to the edge of the wall, the closer to the wall the harder for the stone wolf to reach her in her jump. She pressed herself against the wall without even thinking that Stone could make spikes shoot out of these walls aswell.
Tor braced herself for the hit but knowing lupus she would not be able to keep herself in this state for very long without serious consequences to herself. She stood there wondering if her packmate was handling the other female, she didnt want him to get seriously injured and her and the stone wolf were quite far from the others now in a battle of their own. Here on the field of ash they battled in the sunset one on one in their own feirce comepetition, two mafia, two alliance and all lupus with unique powers and skills, a challeng for each in the battle of Blazing Red.
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faye
Centena Accord
Duchess[M:-200][A:3]
I'd prefer to reason with you, but beware, for lightning strikes fast... (Created by Kas)
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Post by faye on Jun 24, 2011 19:41:17 GMT -5
If I may... [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,465,true] | [bg=ffff00] Faye heard a faint howl in the distance, and turned to face the general direction that it had came from: Startled and worried, her heart racing, she raced across the meadow, coming shortly upon the poppy meadow. Or what used to be of it... she thought, enraged, to herself. She notice Phoenix, unconscious, or so she hoped, and decided she would do her best to try and heal her later. She also saw Stone and an unknown wolf in battle, as well as Magispar and another stranger battling.
All Faye's composure and calm facade disappeared: She wished she had been here earlier, to help her pack mates. A single tear rolled down the Lupuse's pure white fur, as her bright yellow eyes glanced between her fellow pack members, friends, family. A rage engulfed her, and the Sage saw her rational way of thinking disappear in an instant: This wasn't an argument, this was an attack. She lifted her head, standing tall atop a small hill, further away from the battles, and howled long and low: Alliance pack members, help is needed in the poppy meadow! Come one, come all, to defend our pack, our land, our values of equality!
She hoped some wolves heard her, and she focused herself completely on the battle, noticing Stone was doing quite well by smashing her opponent into a stone wall. She focused her energy, gathering her internal storm, something she hadn't let out in months: Large, black masses of clouds covered the evening sky, and several bolts of lightning shot down. She wouldn't try and strike out at one of the opponents, for fear of hurting her own pack members. Instead, Faye lit up, bright yellow lightning covering her body, running along her pelt, head, legs, tail, everywhere. She growled: This time, she would fight.
Faye ran down the hill, a ball of white and lightning. She charged at the unknown wolf that Stone was fighting, but stopped, a few feet away, snarling, her calm and serene part of her gone, replaced by her inner warrior. The lightning flashed around them, the storm impressive, but Faye was in control of that: No lightning of hers would touch her pack mates. " Need any help, Stone? I feel a certain need to do some... Purifying of our lands tonight." her voice was strong, proud , commanding, and she kept her head high. Stone was an excellent fighter, as well as Magispar, but three was better than two. A small part of her Sage self inside of her mentioned that three against two wasn't really fair, but she didn't care anymore: This was her pack's lands, where her new family lived. It was time to fight, Sage or not. | |
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Post by magispar on Jun 25, 2011 11:21:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/56Mq.jpeg] Magispar was still not quite seeing right; besides, when she fought, she was surrounded by her own bubble, absorbed by the combat. She didn't notice her packmate's arrival, only that the lightning lupus had backed off. Good. One less invader to fight. I bet she ran off with her tail between her legs, the idiot! Her vision was almost fully returned now, albeit slightly blurred. Her enemy was staring at her coldy. Magispar's heat matched his frost with ease; her fury at an invasion of her pack's lands could not be intimidated by anything as simple as a stare. "You will pay for that...with your life!" came the enemy's voice. Magispar fought not to become distracted, not letting herself listen to him; she would not let herself become intimidated. He burst back into flames, and almost instinctively she herself shone with a delicate glow of harsh black light. He crashed into her and she lowered her weight, teeth dragging into his fur as she tried to get a grip, aiming to pull him the way she wanted him to go and add more power to her counter. It would work even if she didn't get the teeth in, but nothing was more helpful than an extra grip. Coming at me with any kind of momentum is a big mistake, fire boy. In the split half-second before she made her move, he could feel the fire burning her, but she ignored it in the surge of rage. She felt very little except the adrenaline of the fight; it was a raging, blazing pain at the back of her mind, but stayed where it belonged, in her subconscious. He attacked for the back of her neck and her sense of triumph grew; he was falling into exactly the same trap that her fighting style aimed to exploit. His momentum was all going into her, crashing into her, trying to bite her; and she dropped her weight to the very floor, rolling in the direction he was moving, and kicked out savagely with both her strong hind paws, claws raking his side as she used his momentum against him, pushing him the exact same way he'd come for her. She was coming in below him, not providing resistance to the way she was trying to fling him, and the push at his underside ought to flip him over as he fell. If she succeeded, which all depended on whether he knew the correct counter- almost anything apart from the right one would either not work, or had an easy counterattack - then she was ready and waiting to follow it up by squashing down on top of him and attempting to bite and scratch until he gave in. If not, she was, of course, at liberty to try and bite him back- at this range it'd be difficult to miss.
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