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[Callista]

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During a raid or war the fighting and site rules still apply. However there is no limit to the number of posts, the fight will continue until a clear winner is decided completely IC or due to a default win for not replying in the allocated time provided.

During a battle where several wolves are involved if an attack is directed towards you, you have three days to reply. Failure to reply in the three days will remove your character from the battle. You can chose to say your character ran away or was knocked unconscious depending on the circumstance (Staff will approve this). Either way you will no longer be able to take part in the raid thread. Once a wolf is knocked out of the battle the wolves that were attacking may now switch to a new target and make their attacks upon someone else.

More then one wolf can attack another, the wolf being attacked must reply to each attack made on them otherwise the attack will be deemed as having been ignored giving the other player an auto-hit.

During a raid there is no posting order as such. As long as those involved with the fighting of one another remain alternate turns. You cannot post again until the player you attacked has replied unless it has been over three days and they have been knocked out or have ran off (usually a member of the staff team judging will make a declaration or note of this).

If you have any questions about any of these rules do not hesitate to message a member of the staff team. Bare in mind all raid threads will have several judges and will be watched closely by all the staff team to keep things fair and in order.

Also can I request that no-one 'claims' spots as that will hold up the thread or cause those that post after to edit their posts.

CALLISTA DARKSIDY!! counting bodies like sheep The light of dawn had reached the lands of Torva and one by one the beasts of Renatio emerged from the Crimson Caves, though three adults were missing from within the pack staying behind for whatever reasons. A mixture of staying to guard the packlands and also to care for the pups. They were old enough now to manage on their own but if an intruder found their way into the caves and found them within Callista's den they would not stand a chance. As for Vladimir and Morikiah they had a slightly different role to play this morning then the rest of them. They had left with the group but after a while the pair of dark pelted males broke away - they were on their own now. But out of all the raids that Callista had led before this was one she was feeling surprisingly confident about. Win or lose it did not really matter for actually they were all just one giant distraction. If they could injure a few of the Orion members or even win the raid it would be a great bonus and what an achievement. Though on the downside for the Renatio crew now homing in on the Mountain territory they had no idea that Asteria had merged with the former Orion now making them the Sirius Pack. That was going to raise a few eyebrows when they found out but it was not particularly such a bad thing as Asteria only comprised of two adults, Fenris and Panther. Oh Fenris, that light pelted brute - how she craved for him. She still felt ambivalent in his presence unsure of how to act when she met him next, of course totally not realising it would likely be sooner then she thought. She wanted him just because Panther owned him, but she did not want him as her equal it was more like how a child would fall for something pathetic and cute as a pet. As the killer Renatio queen reached the borders of the Sirius pack there was no stopping her, not even glancing back to see which of her loyalists were closest as she stormed into forbidden lands. She did however stop, briefly pausing to undone the border's scent markings by placing down her own defiantly, the second time she had dominantly acted like this on their turf. With only seconds wasted she continued to pace her way deeper into the enemies territory making no effort to walk quietly or conceal herself - she wanted to be found. All the time she remained alert and ready. Lightly moving on her paws as if ready to bolt into action any moment now whilst her guard was loosely raised. Her shoulders slightly hunched as she prowled and head held at an even height parallel to her fore quarters. Renatio's playtime had begun. to the rhythm of the war drums

[Fenris]

Muse song: Snow Patrol, Somewhere a Clock Is Ticking. A short walk around the new territory, that was all. Alastor, god help him if he'd run off again, should have been safe with Panther. Demetrius was.. well, the cream male didn't quite know where the other Alpha was. Probably with Hades, or Athena. Or both. Fenris trekked with his head low, his massive size making him a titan walking over rocks and scrub. The scent of Orion was strong, and, was it his job to scent mark next to where Demetrius had now? He did his job, then, and continued walking, learning the layout. Fenris knew that Athena had young, too; he could smell her hormones whenever he passed by her den. He could smell Titania in with her, and always someone else nearby. He snorted. He could smell... He could smell Callista, when Panther gave birth. He could smell her when her assassin came to Asteria. Memories of the woman's scent plagued him suddenly, until he actually could smell her. Her scent was strong, and covered the scents of others, too. Milky yellow eyes went wide. He stopped still, breathed her name. And knew what to do. A sudden sprint came over the man, and he curved as he followed the sounds and scent of the queen. She wasn't difficult to tail. He came into a place where he could see her through a crack in the rocks, stalking slowly. He could only see her figure, but there were bound to be guards nearby. "Callista," he whispered, trying to call her without attracting the attention of her guard first. "Callista!" Of course, there was always the chance that she would turn to whomever was nearest to her and declare, Kill Him, and surely he would be given no mercy. However, he wanted Callista alone for a moment. Let her kill him later, she could have her fun, but first he had to speak with her. His voice was still but a hiss, an urgent note. "A word?" Fenris is speaking.

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[Maksim Baranski]

Maksim kept his eyes peeled on the rising sun, rays flowing across the plateau and filtering through various holes in the vast underground system. The man watched his alphess emerge, then each of her adoring followers, murmuring with whatever they might be feeling; excitement, fear, confusion... oh, but the man knew this would be interesting. This would be his moment of glory! He was doing it for Renatio - to prove they were true murderers - and he was doing it for himself; to show those idiots who doubted he was the strongest. Let that rat Vladimir fool himself into thinking he could dominant Maksim. When this petty little raid was over and done Maksim would barrell into the weak beta, full force, and rip his insides apart, lather the blood on his hands and be done with it.             Callista started the journey through the plateau, her azure visionaries locked on the Carpathian mountains. The pack kicked up dust, sand and rocks as they wove between boulders and vegetation. This would be a satisfying and easy job to perform and the man would take great pleasure from piercing flesh and crushing bones betwixt his hungry jaws. He was directly behind Callista - being the second in command without Vladimir's presence - and he chuckled lowly under his breath. He wondered whether there would actually be any members left in Orion! Soap had died, Callista had made sure of that, and many of the others had left. Would Callista allow him the honour of quelling the alpha (Maksim was unaware of the other weakling controlling the newly formed Sirius pack).             The unstoppable cruisade had begun.             It wasn't long before they arrived at the borders of the Sirius pack, the stink of Demetrius heavy against the borders. Maksim stared ahead, slowly walking up beside Callista as she... disrespected the bordes. Oh, Callista, ever the diplomat. Still, she walked on when she had attended to her mockery and Maksim was right behind her, his lip curled and a growl rumbling within his chest. A hiss broke the rhythm of foot falls against the rugged terrain and Maksim's tail rose. What little shithead from this fucking pack dared address Callista in such a way? "Show yourself, coward." His words were a snarl, eyes were narrowed and focused on the direction the voice came from. How intimidating Maksim was! A huge beast, hackles raised and fangs exposed; A Titan following the Spartan Queen.

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[Athena Nike]

OOC: Athena doesn't know Fenris, she thinks he is an intruder as well. She blinked through contented eyes, weary from doing nothing, and feeling satisfied in every way. Behind her, Pandora romped about, examining things, nosing, pawing, and all other sort of puppy mannerisms. She merely watched out of the corner of her eyes, unconcerned, but slightly curious. A slight breeze drifted past her, bringing new smells, and as she paused her thoughts to examine it, a chill coursed through her spine. Intruder. One, perhaps even two. Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her normally cool and lax attitude was broken, shattered, vaporized. She didn't care who the intruders were, she simply wanted them gone. The thought had agitated her deeply, and caused her motherly instincts to come bubbling up in a fury. No one would come onto her lands when there was a puppy roaming about, especially her puppy. Athena was on her feet at once. She darted towards Pandora, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and placing her as far into their den as she could manage without crawling in. "Hide. Don't come out until mommy comes back.", she whispered instructions to her, her voice firm and very stern. She motioned with her muzzle to the darkest, farthest corner from the mouth of the den. Raging with hormones and new found aggravation, she stifled them for a moment, and turned away to calmly walk towards where the wind had come. Once out of sight from any peeking eyes from the den, she raced off towards the scent, her ears drawing in a disturbance inside the borders. As she rounded a corner, three wolves came into full view. Callista, a male, and another male. "Get off my lawn!", she shouted at them from afar, still running. At last she reached them and greeted them all with a snarl. " You're not welcome here. All of you, settle your disputes elsewhere, these are private lands! Go away!", her voice shouted with authority, and her fur bristled. Knowing who Callista was, and that she would probably not simply walk away, her paws spread and gripped the ground, her body low to it, hiding her throat and undersides. She kept all three within her sights, her muscles taught and ready to strike should any of them dare to inch closer. Attacks: none Defenses: • Firm grip • Close to the ground •

[Callista]

CALLISTA DARKSIDY!! counting bodies like sheep At last they were being noticed, though the voice that called for her across the wind was not the one she'd been expecting, or for that matter the tone either. There was a great sense of urgency from Fenris but all he could muster up was the occasional hiss which seemed like to Callista as though he did not wish to fight or interfere. But then why would he as this was not his pack they were attacking this morning - least Callista did not know that it was. Glancing off to her side she could see Maksim her second in command during this main raid and the faintest of smirks etched into her muzzle. The brute would have gladly wanted to tear Fenris to pieces but really in was Orion members they were after today and Asteria was no threat. Besides with Fenris dead all her hopes and dreams about dangling him in front of Panther would be lost. "I'll deal with Fenris." She muttered, voice kept low and informative for Maksim's ears or any other Renatio loyalist nearby. While the white Sirius Alpha moved in closer another voice a little less friendly could be heard calling from across the clearing they had wandered into. Callista threw up her muzzle a splendid display of bared fangs in a sadistic grin. "Someone take out the siren, now. She's a priority." The Alphess sneered not caring who did it, how many or even how, she wanted this mother taken care of and thoroughly distracted so that Vladimir and Morikiah could take her litter. Attention now reverted back towards Fenris, still moving closer with delicate steps as she watched her footing carefully. Her body was still well balanced and ready for action for for now with Fenris she would at least give him a chance not to be on the opposite side of her bite. "Fenris, what are you doing here?" It was true she had no idea, Panther could not have even told him because she had been chased off well before the plan was revealed. "I've been looking all over for you." She explained, which had been the truth, she'd frequently passed by the Eastern Regions without finding the pack borders of Asteria there anymore. She knew while she was talking there would be more and more wolves gathering so she never let down her defenses. Neck was still protected by her hunched up shoulders and slightly scrunched up neck. Now it was time to bend the truth a little bit, she'd put on one of her best performances just for him. Literally for him. "I heard about Demetrius sending that Assassin out to kill you. I bumped into the monster but couldn't do anything, as you know at the time I was pregnant. That's why I've been trying to find you. I heard that Demetrius was trying to make your pack disband to get Alastor his son back." A soft sigh expelled from her muzzle. "We're here today to seek revenge on Orion Pack for what they have done to Asteria, we had a defense pact after all. Besides Demetrius attacked my Beta Male." She finished explaining though with her icy blue eyes softening as she held her gaze upon Fenris she had another idea. "Did you want to help us? If you do I'll continue to give you protection or even a rank within my pack if you are looking for a new home, a fresh start." to the rhythm of the war drums

[Athena Nike]

Her words were greeted with nothing but a snarl. Callista didn't even bother to address her. It rubbed her fur the wrong way. Taking one of the males aside, she barked out orders to the handsome male. "Someone take out the siren, now. She's a priority.", the words echoed in her ears. Siren. The same thing that Vladimir first called her by. She wished she had merely attacked one now without warning, for now, her assault was ordered and there was not much surprise to be had. Seizing up the few seconds after Callista's words, she quickly bounded up to the male, crossing the distance between them with her tail held high, and her fangs bared. Her claws extended, her paws tried to rake into his side and find a firm grip in his flesh and her fangs searched for his neck and throat and tried to take a hold of whatever they could find first. She tried to scrunch her own neck as much as possible to make her throat less accessable. Attacks (Maksim): • side/shoulders • neck/throat area Defenses (Maksim): • scrunched neck

[Fenris]

Muse song: Snow Patrol, Somewhere a Clock Is Ticking. Was this the legendary ever-unseen Athena? Fenris turned his head to her sharply once he had heard Callista ensure that he was hers, raising his tail as he faced her, absentmindedly, the alpha. However, before his dominance was asserted, Callista drew his attention and the siren flung herself at Callista's guard. Fenris turned his eyes away. If this was Athena, she was putting her daughter in danger by simply being here. "Fenris, what are you doing here? I've been looking all over for you." Fenris put on a smile as he looked down at the alphess, only slightly taller than she. It daunted him. Only Demetrius was the same height as Fenris, and his brother Jasper who was probably long dead by now. Or hopefully, whichever most suited. Callista's next words he took in trustingly, eyed wide, and he put on his own best performance. He narrowed his eyes to Callista. "Is that true? I shall have to have words with him, now, won't I?" He allowed the slightest hint of a growl to come into his voice. He was a newborn thespian- was he really that good an actor? He supposed that everything he did was an act, everything he said. Lies. Inside he screamed at himself. Liar, Liar! His own unsaid words bit at him, but he kept a straight face. Callista's invatation to Renatio chilled him, sent him falling, falling. He blew through his nose and looked down, his head shaking only slightly. He turned only his eyes back up to the Alphess. "I'm sure I'll do my best on my own." He came closer to Callista, his breath on her face. "I would like it if you did not harm Demetrius personally, Callista. I might take that honor myself. And if I'm honest, a quite devious plan may take a few days, weeks to come up with. Naturally, it would not work without tormenting him first. After all, he did target me, my family. My home." The man allowed a break in his voice, shifted his paws so that his fur folded over itself in darkened gold layers. He lifted his head back up, standing taller than Callista once more. "What was your plan?" His ears kept turning to Athena, Maksim, Athena, fight, claw, tooth, snap, yelp. He looked to them, and then back to Callista, putting on a new, sympathetic kind of smile. "It doesn't seem very organised." My, my, boy! What a cruel actor you are! For one who lived the truth for so long, his lies were perfectly moulded and fluid. He stared down Callista's azure orbs with his pale lemon ones, flecks of turquoise not quite visible but enough to make his eyes seem metallic and sparkling. He was jagged and dangerous now, his gaze truthful, although that in itself was a contradiction seeing as the truth in them was a lie... Fenris is speaking.

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[Hades Marcellus]

THERE IS A PLACE WITHIN HIS MIND BLACK MARKET BLOOD WITH ARMAGEDDON CRAWLING Living in the present, is doing, yet not doing; existing, yet not existing. Slipping in between the conscious and the unconscious, dissolving into the brilliance of truth. The world, the world! It whirls around him in concentric ripples. On one end, his paradise expands. On the other, however, terror awaits, others threaten. Hades knew well of the intrusion, it was plastered around the territory in various manners, whether seen or not. His past was gone, the future was unpredictable. He was trapped, they were all trapped, in the present. But living in this present with such a clear awareness as Hades had learned breaks all three time periods asunder. So what was he left with? Nothing. No body. No mind. As he traveled the length of the territory, purpose clear in his stride, he could only wonder why he was about to risk himself for individuals he cared little about. Why didn't he just fly away while he could, when the skies are still free? This pack had cast a net over him, and had chained him to service; like the chains that bind lovers to eternity. They bound him to the endless cycle of deaths. He needed to break clean, but to accomplish such a feat, he would have to bleed the sea dry. He was a dying disciple, a weather worn assassin. He felt as if his body were shriveled, legs swollen, a man too old in years. But in reality he was physically fit, able, a looming soldier. He ascended through the grasslands, hundreds of winged marvels, rich in diverse colors and born bountifully on their convex crowns burst from their resting places at the bounding disturbance. Hades paid them no heed. The birds rushed into the sky, leaving only traces of feathers strewn on the ground in their fright. He was close now, he could feel it in the very fiber of his hideous heart. He slowed his pace, no need to rush in like a fool now, Hades. His stride diminished to a walk, a slow lumbering walk. They were just ahead now, though he was surprised that he didn't smell more than he did. It Callista was planning a raid, she sure as hell wasn't doing a good job of it. Outstretched branches from the passing bushes tenderly caressed his face, giving way to the barbaric fiend. They dared not oppose him. Alas! Misfortune befell those which were intruding so far into Sirius territory, for along came the evil joker. With pouting lips, and a sadistic smirk at each tip, the man allowed the final leafy branch to stroke his face as the shadows gave way. One will never be able to discern clearly his face, this weather worn beast. Death is faceless until he draws near, and he would one day wear their noses and ears as each would be severed. Without a word, the man loomed on the outer edges of this little gathering, eyes gently dancing through half-lidded eyes to each that were present. There were only two that he recognized; Athena and Callista. The others were but nameless faces in the void around him. The white male, he had scented him all over the mountains, no doubt making himself comfortable where he didn't belong. In an approximation, he was about the same size as Demetrius, both of whom Hades out-sized. By the time Hades was finished, this land would the house that sorrow built. Hades is speaking

[Maksim Baranski]

This withered old hag was priority. He snorted, highly amused, and thought this a genuine joke. What harm could this bitch do to Maksim? He was larger than her and breaking her bones wouldn't be too difficult, would it? "This witch is priority to you Callista?" His voice was a sneer, taunting the fallen Goddess opposite the cruisaders. How very funny! The female bounded over, her tail raised and her fangs flashed to Callista. Immediatly, Maksim threw himself forwards, thinking that the merle Spartan Queen was in danger. He had miscalculated her direction though, the Siren aiming for Maksim. His movement caused her throat lunge to miss but claws dugs into his shoulders, hooked into skin and a thunderous snarl ripped from the belly of the beast. "You fucking whore!" His voice was a roar, his eyes flashed with rage and a lust for revenge.             He would tear her fucking face off.             Lowering himself and, by doing so, lowering the wicked Siren, Maksim's powerful neck arched down, around, seeking to burry his fangs into her back whilst a back leg lifted in the hopes of tearing into the cheek, the muzzle, anywhere they could shred skin and fur. All the while he snarled viciously, eyes filled with manic hate and malicious intent. Whatever he could latch his claws or fangs into would be ripped away, this female would be unable to walk by the end of their encounter, unable to wag the tail which would be torn away, amputated from her body. A nice gift for the Queen of Renatio, hm? Injuries: • Shoulder - cuts. Attacks: • Back. • Face, cheek or muzzle. Defenses: • Body low to the ground.

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[Mirrors]

March, march, the sound of your drums are everywhere, filling me with memories, a whole different life from the time of before, before I could count or sing, to the time of hate and revenge...

And so she marched.

Step, step, the scenes of these deaths tear my mind, rip my skull, smash me, kill me, break my heart and merchant the pieces, from the time of before, to the time of hate and revenge...

And so she stepped.

Kill, kill, the blood overwhelming my senses with that bittersweet tang, the taste and smell forgotten, buried in my brain, for so long, for all these years, a whole different life from the time of before, to the time of hate and revenge...

And so she would kill.

Hettia had lived for this, waited so long for this. She walked next to Notadel, her brother's ghost twisting and dancing for the fight beside her. A crowd of invisible soldiers climbed the walls of her memories, screaming war cries. And she was following her father, Clune, who's body was full of CallistaCallistaCallista. The whispers in her mind sounded like that name. Hettia's silver coat fell and folded with a thousand sparkling facets, her golden eyes full of childish wonder. She trekked through the snow to face her war enemies, and she trekked through the stones to face her pack enemies. She was caught in two times, two worlds and two realities. She wished severely that this was a dream. She wasn't in control. Hettia Phoenix was never in control. The girl was a puppet! One, two, almost three years old. She had always walked for Clune, the deranged madman from hell. Her father. Daddy Daddy Daddy! Sweet, innocent child, who lived for the kill. It was normal, utterly expectable. There was nothing other than this. She had never known anything other than this.

And she marched, so close to the pale-almond male who was also the grey and black female who was Clune but was also Callista, close close close behind her, behind him, whatever the alpha was right now, the alpha of Renatio - flash of white light - the alpha of Kreto - buzz of white noise - and she thought of nothing but the jumps between times. And kill kill kill. And then the great brown man was jumped by an insane greyed old woman, and Callista-Clune was talking with some creamy gold alpha man who was white but was not white and was yellow but cream but no, he was white, and then a scar-faced brute appeared and he had bright bright bright orange eyes, and Hettia shook slightly with cold-flash-fear-buzz-cold, and her eyes burned with the want and the longing and the passion with which she killed, used to kill, or the killing that she embodied as Hettia Phoenix Ive- because this was her old self, and who she was right now, and everything everything as lost,

lost,

lost...

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[Callista]

** Callista has brought extra hulk strength for this thread! *hulks up*

CALLISTA DARKSIDY!! counting bodies like sheep Of course Athena was not surprised that Callista would demand her death so readily, she must have seen it coming. Was she regretting charging over towards them now? Not at all as she actually surprised Callista for a change. Athena was foolish enough to attack one of the most powerful brutes within her ranks, she was either very brave or very stupid. Either way Maksim saw no threat in her at all but that was not why she was a priority target. Callista wanted Athena thoroughly occupied so that she would not notice Morikiah and Vladimir sneaking around the rest of Orion territory looking for Pandora. There was also of course satisfaction reasons why Callista wanted to see Athena bleed, she'd mated with one of the males in her pack. A elitist mating with her, it was disgusting and she needed to pay for it. Who cared whether or not Vladimir actually raped her Callista still saw it as her fault and not her Beta's. 'This witch is priority to you Callista?' "She's precious to Demetrius and has been a troublemaker." She did not feel as though she had to justify herself to anyone but she did for Maksim out of respect for her Gamma. The Siren was after all attacking him and he wanted a reason as to why he should even bother putting up a fight back. While the pair begun their duel she saw no reason to get involved no matter how tempting it was. It would be insulting to Maksim to hold his hand and help him in a fight like this without asking for the help and second of all she still needed to solve the issues of Fenris being here at the raid. 'Is that true? I shall have to have words with him, now, won't I?' She grinned almost hinting how it might be hard to talk to him by the end of the day, unless of course it was some dark hint that he did want to help her in this raid. She listened intently but all the while still alert, the scent of the familiar large tank like brute was picked up and in the corner of her blue gaze she noticed him on the edge of the battle field but he had yet to make any move. For now she merely kept watch on him whilst continuing to talk to Fenris. 'I'm sure I'll do my best on my own.' Her muzzle wrinkled up slowly wondering exactly what he meant by that. Did he prefer to be a lone wolf... did this mean he wanted to be completely alone with not even Panther around. "On your own, what about Panther?" She just had to ask wanting to know what his ties were with that whore. he probably thought that Panther was still her friend however. 'I would like it if you did not harm Demetrius personally, Callista. I might take that honor myself. And if I'm honest, a quite devious plan may take a few days, weeks to come up with. Naturally, it would not work without tormenting him first. After all, he did target me, my family. My home.' "I can not make that promise Fenris." She spoke with honestly, muzzle still held close to his feeling the warmth radiating from the closeness of his body. "If he attacks me, or one of my members in this raid... Perhaps I could give you Demetrius or at least try to keep him from harm if you could do something for me... like joining me in Renatio." She once again suggested unsure of whether or not his sigh at her first request was from him seriously dwelling on the idea. "What was your plan? I mean you came here alone today to kill him... alone?" Repeating the word alone again. Fenris would not have stood a chance against Demetrius, it was why she brought an army with her. "What are you doing here Fenris?" She asked once again this time in a more notable tone then before. Her plan? Nice one Fenris she was not going to tell anyone outside of Renatio what she was up to. Even now she would not mutter it in case Sirius members overheard that she had Vladimir and Morikiah sneaking around to try to find Pandora. Organised or not so far it was working well, Athena was already in deep trouble and soon more and more Sirius members would be collected up into this trouble as the raid progressed. Her bright blue gaze slipped to see what Hades was up too yet again briefly before focusing back onto Fenris. Defenses still held up into place with her scrunched up neck and hunched shoulders, it was time to clean up the battlefield. "If you are not here to fight on Renatio's side then I'm asking you now to leave this battlefield or else you'll be making yourself a target." Her cold glare still set on him as her eyes narrowed into two thin slits, he was going to have to leave right now or there would be trouble. to the rhythm of the war drums

[Raquel]

table image by me, coding help by Krazie-Craig x X x feel it comin' in the air x X x Scorched earth burned, tossing in the summer heat. The sun beat mercilessly down upon the mortal realm, a not so charming smile upon its golden lips. But today, today Raquel chose to ignore the blistering summer heat wave. In fact, the suffocating blanket seemed to have escaped her senses. Today her mind was on the art of war, a delicious game of give and take. Her pulse quickened as she followed the scent of her pack (oh how small their numbers seemed!) swiftly to the borders of the newly formed Sirius pack. Lips curled, fangs bared with viper-esque intent, she boldly crossed the border with a sneer upon her black as sin lips. She could smell the overpowering musk of Demetrius, a wolf she had met once in her past, but even his status as a rather liked acquaintance would not save his precious kingdom from being torn apart. Wretched and wicked, her jaws parted to let loose a high-pitched laugh. Living, breathing, groaning beneath her weighted presence, Sirius shuddered beneath the wave of Renatio seeking to sink their jaws into its beating heart. Blue eyes found Callista first out of all the moving bodies, the cruel smiling curling downwards into a snarl as she recognized the pale white boy before the Renatio leader. Although it seemed as if Callista was on good terms with the bleached male, Raquel could not help feeling a twinge of distrust and a wave of disgust. Puppet. Get out of here. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed Maksim, a former pack mate turn his attention on a female noted by Callista. The two had begun the pre-war ritual with wild displays of tooth and claw and it seemed, from her position, that Maksim was well equipped to handle the bitch on his own. Though...I'm sure he wouldn't mind a hand with the un-welcomed spectators, she observed as more and more bodies flooded the clearing. But no matter. She would join the big boys in a few moments. With a chuckle, she slipped into the shadows, sliding her way besides Fenris and cooing sadistic whispers to the co-alpha. “Stay home, puppet if you fear for your bastard friends.” Slipping away, she approached Callista with a dip of her head. “Consider this my last service for your pack, Callista. I intend to live on Dieu's broken bones and corpses. Your religion loving neighbors have been destroyed.” Flashing her teeth once more at Fenris, the assassin threw herself into the fray of writhing bodies. “Speech speech.” a n d | x | t h e | x | s c r e a m s | x | f r o m | x | e v e r y w h e r e can't be scared when this goes down it's a dangerous love affair

[Enyo]

>.< epic fail.

OIL THAT TASTES LIKE BLOOD STOLE THE SUMMER SCENT "Speech speech speech speech speech." Oh horror! The heavy paws fell, a sound of uncontrollable misfits, a distraught band of murderers set askew in hopes of a new form of bloodshed. She knew not her fellow demons that marched aside her, and yet the fire that burned so desperately in their eyes told a story of a city to be burnt. This pack, Sirius, or whatever it happened to be called, somehow had bad blood with at least Callista and that was enough to ignite the engines of all of her fellow puppets. And so they danced humbly, crazed looks swimming in their minds with hollowed thoughts of murder and chaos reading so blatantly on their features, so quick to follow but so difficult hesitant to actually do anything. Her stay in Renatio was one that had thus far been brief, but so far all she'd experience was the harshness of the Queen and none else. Enyo cared nothing for any of them, and while they may possess the same desires as she, never would they understand her mind set, and for that, she often sent glaring eyes in the directions of those that so happened to get too close to her. All of their names evaded her, and just she looked at them much as the unexpected Sirius wolves would in do time; strangers. Their faces held firm in her memory, but did little else to satisfy her desire for their names and information. But, perhaps that was because the massive female cared nothing for them, everyone had a stake to prove in her book, and none of these following drones had done anything to spark her special attention. Instead, they huffed at the heat which was just as hot as the desire burning in their hearts and for this, she cast themselves as mere decor in her surroundings. She remained behind Callista, but only a few paces, her maroon eyes gleaming with intent to kill as while she did not know the purpose of this raid, she knew the intention and that was enough to fuel the desire in her acidic veins. There was nothing like the feeling of another squirming beneath you, and who was she to deny herself so much fun? And that is why she joined in on the chaos, wanting nothing more than to hear the desperate cries of roaring agony peel into the air. But while Enyo's mind was set on destruction and holding no mercy on the souls she knew nothing of, she could not help but wonder why Callista had such bad blood with them. Being out of the pack politics was something she actually preferred, it was much more interesting to harm those who you knew nothing about - it was, more entertaining in a sense. And for this, Enyo ignored everything around her, focusing only on hurting something, someone, and overlooked Callista as she tried to claim already marked borders. Saliva soon pooled from her lips at the scents of the brewing pack before her, and with every inch further she felt the muscles within her body grow tense, a fierce onslaught of insanity burning true in her crimson eyes. And of course, like the loyal rats they were, the defending pack made their humble entrance, heads lifted high and voices raised in anger. One female screeched about the privacy of her den and another conversed carefully with the Queen of the murderers. But Enyo remained dormant, her barren expression only suggesting the emptiness and carelessness she felt for causing these strangers pain. It was nothing personal, only mere fun that so happened to benefit the pack she held new ties too. But none caught her interest, and for this, she remained uninspired and lacking true ambition. Those that did pour into the area were boring, nothing appealing about them thus far and for this a rather annoyed expression burned deep within her bi colored features. Huffing a sigh, Enyo drifted slightly, eyes rolling before falling immediately onto the newest entrance, which immediately caused her to become enthralled. The male moved in suave ways, his massive form dancing effortlessly forward with such practiced ease that she simply watched him in awe. His beauty was astounding, something almost unheard of, and while she remained fixated on Hades and slowly became more and more enamored with the male's radiance, he came closer and it all shattered immediately. Eyes narrowed to mere slits, her fur bristling automatically as her lips quivered defensively. She felt the acid surge through her body and the rage pounding away at the entrails of her heart. Her eyes were locked onto his scar and the beauty of it, the way the fur recoiled away from the smooth pink of it, the way it was ruffled and seemed, somehow, to fit perfectly on his handsome features. She felt the saliva pool from her lips, pouring down in massive proportions as her mind became fixated with the obsession to obtain this piece of flesh for her bodily collection. So eventually when the male did stop moving, it was then that Enyo moved her massive frame forward a few paces, her features becoming all the more crazed as she felt herself torn between two worlds. While she wanted the male's face within the realms of her den, there was something that seemed to be stopping her. He was... beautiful for lack of better words, and she stared at him for a moment as though he was the only creature she'd ever look upon again. It would be a pity to harm him, and, could she live with fracturing such a masterpiece? Her heart sped up a few paces and within the conflict she felt herself slowly remember that it was impossible for her feel this way, and it was merely an obsession - a trait passed down from her grandfather. He was obsessed with Haven (her grandmother), but also held the utmost desire to rip her to tiny pieces. She couldn't be like him, she couldn't allow herself to be instantaneously obsessed with this Hades being, and yet somehow she felt every fiber of her body being pulled toward him. And she hated it. A rabid snarl pulled from her insides, her chest rumbling in a masculine roar as her jaws parted to reveal hungry fangs. She didn't want to feel this way, she wanted nothing to do with anyone, and while obsessive personalities did run in her family, she wanted nothing more than to have her hollow mind and think of none else. Yet, somehow, Hades was slowly imprinting himself on her, and she growled again at this feeling. And, while it hurt her terribly to do such, the massive female charged at him, unable to understand the feelings brewing within her and unwilling to accept them at all. Her large frame bounded toward him, her intentions were to rip him from her thoughts entirely, and with each step closer the angrier she seemed to get. When she was within range of the male, Enyo pushed her shoulder outward, aiming it for his own to slightly knock him off balance while she kept her neck tightly tucked in. When she was within close range of the male, she allowed her jaws to part, fangs dangling within the air as her intentions were to embed them onto the males cheek - a taste of that lovely scar, a taste of her lovely obsession. Attacks - Hades *Shoulder *Cheek Defenses *Neck tucked in

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[Athena Nike]

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As she warred with the beautiful male she didn't know as Maksim, the tides only seemed to grow worse. Like a rip tide, each one seemed to tug at her heartstrings. Hades appeared, but did not fight. Desdemona also lurked in the background but did not fight. Had their loyalties changed to Renatio? Why did they not help her, or do anything at all? Her opinions of them both decreased significantly in her mind, especially of Hades, the lead warrior, who did not fight. Their leader Demetrius was no where to be found, and come to think of it, it had been a while since she had seen or heard from him. More Renatio wolves also appeared, two females, one of them strikingly beautiful, and another, which instantly singled out Hades. Would Hades fight, now? All of this wanted to weigh down on her heart, but she would not let it. A memory surged from the depths of her mind, one she had kept locked away, hidden. A cold december night had worn itself away and the three packs continued to fight, outlasting even the evening snow. Carcasses of the dead had begun to penetrate the landscape, eerie landmarks of great warriors fallen. All around them death, and no hope but death, and still they fought. And she lead them on. Another rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins. For a once-leader, a warrior such as her, there was only the battle, the beating chorus of war, the thing that lived and breathed and poured out blood like a penetrated vocal chord. For her pack, she would fight with all her body. For her child, she would fight with all her soul. Loosing was not an option. As newfound determination hit her, so did the male. "You fucking whore!", the words echoed to the rhythm of the sting as his fangs found their way into her thick fur, and his hind leg scratched her face. The world shrank. There was no war, there was no existence, there was nothing outside of this battle. Seeing a leg right in front of her nose, she instantly and instinctively grabbed it, as if snatching a flying stick from the air, lowered her weight to the ground, and yanked it in as violent a sideways motion with as much strength as she could, hoping to send the male off of his feet entirely. Attacks (Maksim): • Maksim's back leg is in the air - she yanks it to the side Defenses (Maksim): • low to the ground Wounds: • face scratches & slashes • back lacerations

[Maksim Baranski]

Both his attacks had encounter skin, though he sunk hungry fangs deep within her back, locking his jaw around the curve of her spine. The rusty taste of blood filled his mouth, crimson liquid dribbling down from between his ebony lips and pooled over her silver fur. Athena tasted sweet than he imagined and it was almost a pity that he'd have her all to himself. Then again, Maksim was a greedy and selfish bastard; there would be no way he was going to release the witch. If she did manage to catch hold of the man and attempt to pull him away from her body - from her sweetness - there would be a mass of flesh and fur between his hungry jaws. That or the simple punctures would become tears, pulling through flesh and skin forming deep lacerations that could cripple her movement slightly. How Maksin wanted to rip, to tear and to mangle her body betwixt his teeth that so hungrilly sought her blood. The mountains stood like horrified Titans at the bloodlust that embraced Maksim, never moving and never breathing; standing still so they may not become his next victims. Satisfied with his claws raking against her cheek, he began to lower his leg.             As the paw lowered he felt jaws snap around his leg and tug. Excitement and adrenaline rushed through his veins, pumped by blood and carnivorous desire. Go on, darling! Pull! A grin formed upon his wicked lips as she yanked and his fangs tore the skin through flesh and skin, the sound so satisfying as he was pulled away from her body. With a quick yank of his own, Maksim freed is leg of her teeth and snarled. This girl... she was ever so stupid, but quite strong, nonetheless. Perhaps he had underestimated her but, then again, she had so foolishly underestimated Maksim. Saliva and blood mixed, the addicted mixture running down his lips as he growled deep within his chest.             Maksim's eyes met Raquel's and he grinned. "Nice of you to join us, Raquel." His voice held a tone of humour; this was all a joke to Maksim and he loved every gag and punchline thrown at him. Green eyes snapped back to the female. He grinned at her, flashing a handsome smile. "No hard feelings?" Rushing forwards, his head low to protect his throat, he leapt full force at the females chest, fangs exposed and ready to puncture her flesh, arms outstretched so he could tear at the same spot. If neither of his weapons tore through the woman he'd simply barge her backwards, send her tumbling to her rear or, even better, to her back. Injuries: • Shoulder - cuts. • Leg - cuts. Attacks: • Chest by fang, claw or a barge. Defenses: • Throat protected.

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