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This thread is relevant. ;)
Her mind was in a blur. What had just happened? Fawn rushed forward, covered in the blood of Cochise, her eyes crazed and milky. She stumbled around, trying to keep her footing, but only made it as far as a few yards away from Cochise’s dead body. The snow all around, in a huge circle, was dyed red. The tracks left in the red snow were hap-hazardous and irregular, showing clear signs of a fight. They had tussled for a very short amount of time when Fawn had accidentally found her jaws clamped firmly about the wolf throat in a grip of death.
Fawn’s vision was blurred, most likely because of the huge slash across one eye and the claw that had been slightly inserted into it. The dog stumbled across the thick snow and fell into a drift, only after feebly howling for help. It was a weak howl, but hopefully it had reached someone nearby. It only took her a few minutes to collapse into the snow, fainting and completely blacking out. She probably wouldn’t remember what happened for some time to come. But she’d be in a ton of pain.
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I couldn't miss this. :( I hope you don't mind, Shloo!
He couldn't recall the amount of time that Cochise had been away but as he awaited her return he couldn't help but feel ill at ease. Something wasn't quite right and it burned in his gut abhorrently, swirling to raise bile into his throat. Something was wrong. After what would essentially be an eternity waiting for that familiar little black face to pop through their tunnel with a string of misdeeds crawling off her tongue, Hawkspur took off to the place he'd known she'd probably be. He galloped like a mad thing across the snow-licked ground, churning his limbs into a faster-faster pace, heaving in breaths through stinging nostrils and driving himself to the borders of the Fields. He slowed eventually in a choppy trot, head held high and looking, a howl for the fellow Hó'nehe stinging his lips but never passing his throat for the moment.
For, a distant and weaker howl stole what would've been his lime light and although not the beautiful timbre of the Tribe female, something had happened to make sure it didn't rise onto the winds with a beautiful force that most did. Again, he took off to the source but was slightly startled to a stop when the scene unfolded before him. From this angle he didn't see the body of Cochise lying dead in the snow not so far away, but he did see Fawn covered in not only her scent, but her blood too. Uncaring that she wasn't currently on the same plain as he and overcome by a raging frustration he docked at her still-rising flank and bit her hard, hoping to re-accustom her to this world, whilst screaming, "Where the hell is she?"
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OOC: I hope you don't mind if I join in. <3 <3
Something unidentifiable irked her. It was pressing in the back of her black mind almost constantly since the hostile confrontation with the Tribes wolf. Something she couldn't put her claw on, and something she could even less pronounce. Me'ko. The brute with the bi-colored eyes had spat the word before departing. The context in which he used it, and how he had spoken to Chogan about it stirred something inside her. She had never been informed of their real reason for wanting the child, and knew only the fact that they were odd, hostile, possibly lonely in their formerly isolated world, and were trying to kidnap one or both of the Saqui-Citlali boys. But with the mention of this Me'ko...the raven beast thirsted for knowledge now. Perhaps they were in the right? Perhaps not. Such things would be decided later.
Or sooner as the case would have it. Cresting one of the Field's knolls, Lamb first was rendered motionless by a weak and dying howl, and then again by the sight of a struggling wolf. Instantly, chilled lemon eyes recognized the two toned female to be the very one which helped defend Chogan against...the male approaching her. Remaining still as if to spectate, she did just that. Watched as the male bit the bloody Fielder, hopefully bringing her back from what ever world she was on. A smart move. Stepping closer with each of his words, though making sure she approached on the side in plain sight, it was becoming clearer that some rather hefty injustice had been done. Studying more thoroughly the blood muddying the fellow hybrid's glorious black and white, Lamb found herself wondering where the body was. There was a struggle, some blood shed, and apparently a victor, but no body? The amount of blood let on to the beauty's fine pelt was enough to bleed out a third of a grown wolf. Anyone experienced in death could figure such. Fleeting glances worked to find said "she" and eventually spied a crumpled black figure in the shadows of the opposite side of the incline, dark blood staining the snow around her in a pretty pattern. Prying her eyes from the scene, they passed like liquid from the body, to the male (wondering if he was able to see it from where he stood and hoping not to give away the little surprise), to the possibly still dazed wolf.
Huge, hefty black paws pushed off the ground and propelled her nearer to her fellow Fielder. Trying to catch her eye before making a move, Lamb gingerly bent and pressed up against her side, attempting to act as a temporary crutch until Miss PrettyEyes came entirely to. Staring up at the distraught male, this time having no venomous words to fling at him, the obsidian beast motioned her massive head in the direction of Cochise's still form. Not enough sorrow was present to form a bead of sympathy, though apathy didn't totally reign today. An odd mixture bubbled and formed some type of cold musing. A travesty was obviously committed. Whose fault was left to be decided. The female had no wits about her presently, and the male was outraged. As, this time, he had every right. A tribal body was in strawberry lands. A muted huff filled the silence of her space temporarily. At the moment, the perpetually dark considered herself neither of Strawberry Fields nor of anywhere else. She merely was.
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Yay! :P
The feeble attempts of the others to rouse her were not entirely fruitless, but Fawn was still stuck in that otherworld between reality and dreams. Her head was spinning, causing the wolves around her to follow suit, which made her even more dizzy. She simply lay down, despite the efforts of Lamb to steady her. The hybrid collapsed into the snow immediately after the male had chomped down on her haunch, and caused her even more pain. Fawn meerly catch snatches of words from him, but didn't fully understand the meaning. Her head hurt.
She lay there transfixed in the snow, trying to concentrate on something that could keep her mind in this world. Her stomach was reeling, causing the bile to bubble into her throat. She spit it out, unsure of what to do next. She coughed to get her head clear, but that didn't help. She simply gave up then, relaxing her body. Fawn was in a stupor and while she couldn't form coherent sentenes, she tried to get the meaning across.
"She ... attacked ... fight ... dead." Well, it was a start.
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=D Teehee--couldn't resist.
_____ Blood. It flooded the Alpha's nose like an enormous tidal wave, seeping into every pore and diluting all other senses. Every muscle strained with exertion as she sprinted across Field lands, paws pounding against the snowy earth, kicking up a wave of muddy gore behind her. She could scarcely believe what she was smelling; Ho'nehe blood...on her lands.
Why wouldn't those damn bastards just leave them alone?
The scene opening itself before her was a horrific one. Not surprisingly, the first wolf she laid eyes on was Lamb. Of course, the most uncontrollable and unpredictable Fielder would be right at the scene of the killing. A flash from the corner of her eyes directed her attention towards Fawn, just as a very familiar trespasser grabbed her by the haunch. The Fresa had arrived rather late into the action, and did not know that the nip was intended to break the blood-splattered Fawn from her stupor. Thus, true to her name, the silver female was a bundle of snarling fangs and claws as she raced towards her packmate and Hawkspur, covering the distance with only two great gallops. Fawn collapsed, and the Alpha could vaguely hear her words before she skidded to a stop directly in front of the fallen wolf.
With her keen nose, it did not take Quicksilver long to figure out what had happened. Obviously, a Ho'nehe wolf was dead. The blood soaking Fawn was not her own, and the sterling huntress could smell the sickly sweet tang of fresh meat nearby. She did not take the time to look for the body, instead, cobalt eyes remained fixated on Hawkspur lest he attempt to lash out again.
She did not need to speak; her body language was as loud as any verbal shout. Shoulders were arched, hackles bristling, ears splayed flat against her head, and lips pulled back in a thundering growl. She was gong to give Hawkspur the benefit of the doubt, hoping that he would take the body, exchange a few choice words, perhaps a threat or two, and leave without attacking. If he did, however, attempt to avenge the fallen Ho'nehe wolf, she made it quite clear that she was ready to act. |
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It was a web of destruction, slowly weaving the fate of every wolf involved. Rowtag could feel the dread in the air, the spirits urged him to the Fields. His paws caressed the ground steadily, his pace quickening. There had been different views on what to do about their newfound Me’ko, and the cinnamon guardian had wanted to take the solid route of peace originally. The air remained cold, however, and there was no note of serenity in it.
The dread grew in his chest, tightening the strong sinew of the young male as his fast pace became a run, Hawkspur’s figure coming to view within Strawberry Fields land, followed by a fallen she-wolf he did not recognize, and two Fielders. A scowl crossed his features, the male moving forward about o rebuke Hawkspur for whatever hell he was raising now.. until his silver eyes landed on the still figure of a familiar black wolf. His pace stumbled, his figure halting, as his eyes remained glued to the listless body. A todal wave of thoughts screamed to his mind, but as his disbelieving eyes studied Fawn, the truth was known. Cochise was dead. Slain.
It was a rage that Rowtag had never knew before, it had long before confined itself in his chest, boiling as the Ho’nehe tribe gathered their pride from these strange packs, having had their lands walked all over, and spit upon in the face. His hackles bristled, his movement instantly swinging forward in cat-like grace, a truly magnificent form of menace. A snarl tainted the following silence, overriding Quicksilver’s own as he sidled up beside Hawkspur, his white flecked muzzle instantly jutting to the ground, his paws moving further apart for balance. Fucking murderous filth, he spat out, his muscles coiling.. waiting to spring. Cochise would have her revenge.
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Heeeelllllloooooo all - Smoke promised to protect Fawn so thats what he's going to do! Hope you don't mind me jumping in =)
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Smoke wandered through the fields. He was checking it out more than anything. Now he'd been accepted he wanted to make sure that he was familiar with the place. A wolf never knew when he was going to need a place to seek refuge or run to when he wanted to be alone. He liked being prepared for whatever life might throw at him. That's why he was so suprised when he came across the drama that was developing on the lands. It all started when he smelt Fawn. A small smile curled his lips up and he bounded off to find her. He couldn't wait to tell her the good news, that he'd been accepted. But as he got closer he smelt the sharp scent of blood.
His heart rate rose. Why did she smell of blood? He'd just met her, he wouldn't lose her not now. He tore over the fields getting closer and closer. Then finally he found her laying on the ground covered in blood. Although, to Smoke's relief, it wasn't hers. He sighed in major relief and walked over to her. He bent down and nuzzled her affectionately. "What happened cousin? Talk to me." He raised his head slightly and noticed Quicksilver and another Strawberry wolf facing off to two tribe wolves. Instantly Smoke's hackles raised and his fur stood on end. He stalked towards the fray and clamed for a second turning to Quicksilver. "Are these two bothering you at all ma'am? Because I can always help you 'dispose' of them if they are." He spoke through gritted teeth then snapped his head back to the intruders, growling and snarling.
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Given time he would've found Cochise's body, for his intuition was too potent to be staved off in his gut for too long. Nevertheless, he ached inwardly for life to be stirring within her lungs and heart so that he could curse himself for wasting time when she needed the most medical of attention. But from there it would be alright: he'd carry her home on proud and eager shoulders and eventually the blood would clot, the flesh would knit together anew and Cochise would be no worse off from her encounter, aside from a few scars and a burning vengeance lashing her tongue for the pitiful Salvajes. However, it was the reality of the situation, so very grim, that was staring him back in the face and most likely laughing its little ass off.
As he shifted on the knoll of defaced snow, glowering with a red hot vengeance at the fallen female, he neither really noticed or cared about Lamb's arrival. Maybe if he had, the comparison between her behaviour now and what it had been in their last encounter was starkly different and he wouldn't have expected her to take such a placid backseat. Hawk was on their lands again, after all. But stirring beneath his paws was Fawn equating back to a consciousness that the Enano'eve was forceful in bringing her back to. The words, fragmented on her Berry tongue, where barely enough to stop the boy from attacking her. It was only that the vengeful roll of his eyes back had brought about the realisation of something that made him stop whatever he'd spontaneously planned on the spot.
In amongst the riddle of pristine white and dark stained blood was a crumpled body, stark against its otherwise backdrop. No flank stirred to rise on the side and no subtle movements, save from the wind brushing through the pelt, gave signs of life within the female. Quicksilver, quickly becoming one of those annoying thorns in his side, had appeared by this point, snarling like she had the right too and Rowtag had somehow gotten to the body before him. It all seemed hazy as he moved toward Cochise, feeling a definite crack in a heart he had never been sure was there. He willed that somehow, someway his sight had deceived him and there was breath stirring in her lungs, that she was tricking them because… it was the funny thing to do.
But as he crashed down onto his creamy knees by her side, the mingle of her fur with his was a definite and crushing blow. She was still warm, but given the season, it was fading fast and her eyes where simply staring back at him glassy with a certain pride that Cochise had always had about her. As Hawkspur leant forward to nibble affectionately the crook behind her ear, he found he already missed her. However, the comfort he somehow managed to draw from this was, that he would have his revenge in this life and she would get to have hers on the other side.
Looking back to the group that had gathered, and feeling oddly glad that Rowtag was here, he was aware of the snarling, prickling mess that was Quicksilver. He felt currently more angered by her display than of the acts that had transpired and felt it worth to spit, "I don't know why you're baring your fangs at me for, sweetheart! For once, I didn't do a bloody thing!" He ticked his attention to the fallen Fawn, a growl rising in his throat at the thought, "It was your precious Strawberry over there."
And she was no longer alone. Another had appeared, a smoky grey guy who seemed oblivious to what had actually happened, simply wandering in and making a claim to the drama like he should be named hero for that act alone. "What the bleedin' hell..." Hawk cried out, utterly aggravated by the presence of this slate-grey idiot, "Bothering her? Too right where "bothering" her, you moron. She's just killed one of our Tribe's members, so ranking on a list of top reasons to bother someone I'd say that came out top, don't you think?!"
He growled deep and menacingly, letting it rumble and gather in his throat as he moved back to the side of Rowtag, adeptly mirroring his movements with an gravely added, "You've taken one of ours," just for good measure.
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