Trouble (Come one, come all!)

[raynor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/rback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] Raynor's large form traveled swiftly across the poppy meadow as he hummed quietly to himself, a song he was working on for Faye. It was the beginning of a beautiful sunset, and he was coming back from his daily rounds around the Alliance's territory. He hadn't seen anyone much, and all was fine a peaceful enough, except for the winged fish migration that he had spotted earlier. His gold eyes mirrored the ball of orange sun as it slowly sank lower, the rim of it not quite touching the horizon. The sun reflected off the gold in his eyes as well as the specks in his fur, and he was grateful for the calm and summer warmth instead of heat that evening brought, since his black fur easily absorbed the sun. He hadn't had time to take a swim today, and had had to rest several times in the shade. He walked steadily on, beautiful poppies brushing lightly against his fur, leading him to the dens where he would hopefully find Faye, and maybe some other pack members too. He smiled to himself, grateful to have found peace at last. [/scrolly]

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(230),w(410),sy] Lawson trotted with purpose and with an insane joyfulness that only the crazed seemed to have. He shook his two large black horns as some poppies caught on them, and the Yagi kept on walking. He wasn't looking for trouble: He was trouble. No mind games tonight. Lawson had a sudden thirst for blood, and even though he knew he was on another pack's lands, he didn't care in the least. The voice that usually kept him company remained silent in anticipation when the moment would come for Lawson to stumble upon another wolf, no matter the rank, species or age. His dark brown fur was thick and rough looking, and the scar on his right eye gave him an eerie, dangerous look. He had stayed in the shade all day, resting: He was more of a night owl anyways, and the sun had been hot that day. Suddenly his bizarre bright orange eyes picked up on some movement further on, almost directly in front of him. This particular wolf had the same scent as the pack that lived on these lands had, but he was alone. A wiser wolf, or one not so deranged, would have left these lands for fear of being caught. Lawson grinned, his two large fangs bared as he swiftly and silently ran nearer and nearer to the stranger. He's a fool, he thought viciously to himself, for not traveling in a group. He deserves to die, for being so vain. Lawson had a particular hate for packs, and especially soldiers. He knew this one was a fighter, since he noticed the proud tilt to his head and the muscles rippling along his black body. But, beyond sanity or control, the twisted Yagi took his opportunity to strike, leaping in the air, claws outstretched and fangs ready: He'd leave the horns for later, when he moved in for the final kill... Trouble had come. [/scrolly]

[raynor]

Since Magi might be absent for a while, anyone who wants to join can....

[raynor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/rback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] Raynor barely had time to blink before a large dark brown form landed on him, teeth ripping painfully into his shoulder. It was a long but not deep gash, and he ignored it for the moment. He growled and snarled at the obviously crazed stranger: "Get off the Alliance's lands before you regret it, intruder!" he ordered, his voice harsh and commanding. The born fighter in him burst forth, and years of training flashed by in the Cael's mind. He braced himself, his muscles bunching, then tackled the brute, who stood several inches taller than him, even if Raynor knew he was very tall for a Cael. However, this didn't bother him: Years of hard training and swimming in both calm and turmoiled waters had kept him fit and ready for action. Time to teach this jerk a lesson! he thought grimly to himself. He snapped at the other wolf viciously, hoping he got something and rolled off, abruptly standing up. "Who are you, and what is your business here?" he asked aggressively. He wasn't a diplomat like Faye or Stone, but he would listen if he had reason to. He had attacked him in return to show him he would not stand down, and to give him a souvenir form his unwanted visit. He stood strong and proud, waiting for his answer. He looked into his bright orange eyes, finding them quite odd and evil looking: But he would not stand down. [/scrolly]

[lawson]

Feel free to join in after this post, Cyra.

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(230),w(410),sy] Lawson snarled in pain when the ignorant pack member's teeth bit into his thick neck. Blood spurted forth, soaking his dark brown fur, but the Yagi ignored this. Enraged, the Yagi's saber fangs were clearly displayed as he bared his teeth. If truth be told, he hadn't expected the other wolf to fight back: The Alliance was known for a more peaceful and diplomatic approach, or so Lawson had thought. A devilish gleam entered his eye: I can use this to my advantage... he mused insanely to himself. He would see how far he could taunt this uptight fighter before his self-control broke... " Why am I here, low-life scum? For some fun. I really don't intend to leave. I rather like it here, even if the company leaves to be desired. Now run along, pup, before someone gets hurt." he taunted, his voice cool and measured as he observed his opponent: He noted the aggressive stance and his commanding voice, as well as the muscles clearly displayed: This was a fighter. You know he won't stand down, Lawson... The voice wispered slyly. Lawson grinned: " That suits me fine..." he answered quietly. [/scrolly]