Hush Meadow my name is Rod, and i like to party.

Truthfully the boy didn’t care much for fighting or proving himself. He did, however, like appeasing his father; making him proud. And he was always game for some fun, regardless of what kind of fun it was. His father’s idea of fun was wrecking havoc on those around him. Valor didn’t mind participating occasionally, but he it definitely wasn’t his favourite thing to do.

The silver Ritter looked a little hesitant, but she did not voice any opinions that knocked around the inside of her skull. Her lips remained tight as she turned her attention to the coyotes, but not before offering a curt nod as a response. His tail swayed gently behind him as amber pools turned toward his ebony father, his posture stiffening as he waited for the go ahead. I will show you how it’s done. This time it was Valor’s turn to nod as he watched his father launch his body forward and throw his body weight against the mangey creature. Three of the other coyotes had disappeared into the trees with their tails tucked beneath their legs, leaving one more for the trio to play with.

However, just as the scarlet boy was about to lunge forward at the remaining mutt a familiar tawny shape appeared in the clearing. Borya. The large male did not hesitate as he tossed himself against the other coyote, his jaws connecting with he creature’s throat. Valor did not flinch; instead he watched intently, observing the differences between his father’s method of attack and Borya’s. He stepped forward, hesitantly at first, before sprinting toward the coyote that his father had contained. His own jaws latched onto the creature’s thigh, pulling and tugging as he whipped his head back and forth with the intent of causing damage.

WARNING: Pilea posts often are full of curse.

In an instant her commander was off, sprinting towards the collection of five coyote. She did not hesitate, rushing after her leader at she kept an his flank. They split up only one Shrike had chosen his target and Pilea surged forth as the group of coyote began to split up in their sudden panic.

By now Borya had joined the fray, coming out from the sidelines and seizing one of the four coyote that had hesitated in deciding fight or flight mode. For a moment Pilea thought to keep after the other three coyote but they were much more agile and much more swift. She quickly gave up, deciding to whip around back to those two that had been captured by her brethren.

It was complete overkill for the coyote as Shrike jerked on his muzzle, Valor torn at his flank and then, without being able to attack the retreated coyote, Pilea went in, grabbing the coyote by the base of its tail and tugging. With the directions which the three wolves pulled they just may rip the creature into sections in a very literal sense. Pilea didn't need to help the group, bit she wanted to, if only to get out pint up frustrations.

Seems like a good place to wrap up, want me to do a couple more posts with you @Borya for the LP?

Perhaps it was cruel. Beings of their prowess and stature could have easily ended the coyote's lives slowly, mercifully, but where was the fun in that? Shrike had always enjoyed a challenged, like the ache that settled into his muscles after a good hunt. The black beast had no interest in devouring the mutts, he'd no doubt get sick if he did-not that the idea was appetising anyway- but the effect had been the same. He felt good, he felt alive. The coppery tint of blood was rich, thick in the air, as Shrike breathed in deep and let out a long, contented sigh.

He glanced about, and to his satisfaction the others had followed suit. There wasn't a living coyote to be seen and the floor surrounding them was stained red, littered with tufts of fur and paw marks in the mud. What a sight to see, reminded Shrike of old times.

"Hmm, Ari never mentioned the coyotes in her report." He noted aloud, his eyes narrowing marginally. "It's almost like they wanted to die." If that was the case then he was ever so glad his crew could be of service.  "Pilea. Valor, I want you two to head back and rendezvous with the other's. Let them know about our little encounter. Borya, with me, lets see where the survivors scampered off too." He shot his fist a knowing look, surely the brute would want to shed more blood. He was so good at it....

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phone post sorry in advance >_<

Dark amber eyes shifted when he heard the others join the men in the fry, satisfaction swelling inside his chest at the sight of the two of them ripping into the vermin Shrike captured. Once he was finished with his snack, he looked about as well to see the cowards had scattered from their own comrades. Pathetic, he thought sourly. Perhaps now they will think twice before taking on the carrion crew.

Flashing a glance as his commander spoke, crimson blood dripping from his jaws. Nodding in agreement to his sentiment, he hoped they would run into a few more cocky coyotes that needed another lesson. Borya would be more than pleased to teach them a thing or two about his gang. Orders were given, a pleased smirk reaching his lips at the thought of continuing their rampage to the survivors. "Of course boss, we were only just getting started."

Prowling forward to reach the side of the raven, dark eyes searched around for their next victim. Come out come wherever you are...

 

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The russet youth did not stop until the tawny creature beneath him slunk to the ground and grew still beneath the vigorous movements of the father-son duo. He released his prey with a wide, crimson-stained grin, his amber eyes flitting over to the dark shape of his father for approval. Instead of praise the boy was greeted by a simple command: find the others and inform them of what had happened. He nodded, short and precise. His father was not the type to vocalize his approval and Valor wasn’t the type to thrive on it (although it did like hearing it from time to time). He turned to the silver female and motioned for her to follow with a flick of his nose. They had a mission to fulfill and Valor adored missions—mostly because they were closely related to adventures. Just more serious.

Without waiting for her he scampered off into the trees, coyote blood dripping from his slender snout…

Exit unless stopped.

WARNING: Pilea posts often are full of curse.

She wasn't sure how long it had been before the coyote had been killed and how long further the three wolves continued to rip it to bits. What was left was a brutal disaster and Pilea found herself tossing into the air the tail which she had ripped from the coyote's rump. At Shrike's command she nodded silently and turned her attention to the young boy once more. With a jut of his muzzle he was off and Pilea would pass her Leader a last glance before darting after Valor.

One more from ya should do the trick @Borya and fade with it?

See, this was why Shrike liked Borya. Well...perhaps like was a strong word, but he appreciated his thirst for blood, his drive to finish what they had started. Blood sport had always been a favoured past time of the former commander, it was good to know that he wouldn't finish the hunt alone. Which wasn't to say he couldn't do it, Shrike knew what he was capable of, what he was worth, but still...Borya had always been rather artistic in his brutality, like he was made to kill.

"Agreed. It'd be such a shame not to finish..." He grinned. They were doing the locals a favour really, they ought to be grateful."Couldn't have gotten far, come." He took a stomping step forward as he broke into a steady lope.

He could see the panicked trails they had left in the dirt, weaving this way and that perhaps in an attempt to confuse their pursuers? Not that it mattered, their scent trails were fresh as could be, there was no hiding from these brutes. They could run and they could certainly try to hide, but in the end all they were doing was delaying the inevitable. The Carrion Crew never left a job half done.

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While the other pair charged off to rally up the rest of the carrion crew that had wandered into the Lore behind them, his dark, amber gaze turned slyly to the raven commander as he agreed with his former statement about only getting started. His own grin reached his blood stained lips, a quick, obedient nod was given to Shrike as he led the way towards the rest of the unlucky vermin that managed to get away. For now, that was, until the bloodthirsty Commander and his Right Hand got to them to end their pathetic lives slowly and painfully.

Fade... thread complete

NOTE! Borya is currently traveling with Carrion Crew
-- so any/all of them can be in any thread with him fyi! --