Grizzly Hollow Pray For You

OOC: Moving thread along! XD Short post is short - not alot of time today!

Vlarindara snarled when the ascent was given to help, moving in towards the den with her own bulk shadowing Elettras slimmer form. The yelp Kiche gave off when her packmates jaws closed on his tail left the white second a chance to move in. Her own jaws were open in a snarl, white teeth bared as she lunged in for the side of Kiche's face. Technically, she supposed they could drag him out by his legs - but if Elettra had his tail, there was no reason not to control his head. She didn't want to HURT him per say.. so instead of simply going for his muzzle or his eyes, she aimed to clamp her teeth around the side of his cheek - close enough that if he opened his jaw to try and get a grip on her, she could tear into the loose skin.

Generally she tried to avoid.. such things, and if he moved, obviously she'd miss her intended target. Missing wouldn't stop her from repeating the action - but the second time WOULD be aimed for his jaw or muzzle. Clamping either between her own teeth would sufficiently immobilize the most dangerous part of the beast. Then again, she could always just broad shoulder him and do her best to TERRIFY him out of the den - he seemed to not like the way wolves reacted to his stupid antics.

All one needed was his scream for the three women to know Elettra had made her mark, and as she was sure she had her hold, her jaws would clamp down hard against his tail, refusing to let go until the job was done. After all, if she was going to earn any place in this pack she might as well start with helping her leadess now. If she wasn't going to be her right hand man, then she would be her left. For a moment she would wait, just in time to see from the corner of her steely eyes, that Vlarindara was making her own attack, this being towards the man's face. In this moment, Elettra would sank back hard on the tail she had a grip on, it hopes to pull him by his back end and drag him from the den.

[ wow. a lot smaller then i hoped for, but there isnt much else to say. ]

(This post was last modified: Apr 26, 2011, 01:12 AM by Elettra.)

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All Kiche knew were teeth. The teeth that ensnared his tail, and the teeth that flashed out of nowhere, sinking into his cheek. He would have cried out again, if only it were not so hard to part his jaws. Everything was painful. His attempt to wrench his tail from the malicious shadow's grasp was agonizingly futile. The fangs dug deeper still, ensuring their grip. Confused and blinded by his pain, Kiche writhed and flailed, trying at the very least to escape the massive white heathen who had his head. When he yanked his head away, he felt skin tear, and pain seered along his jaws. Oh, how he longed to escape. These brutal infidels would surely kill him, but there was not much time for thought, only action. Things were dark inside his head, an omnibus, primitive emptiness that felt only pain and thought only of survival. Pangur, it appears, was momentarily forgotten, shoved into the annals of his subconscious.

And just like that, he snapped. His jaws flying at the white savage's throat blindly, carelessly.
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OOC: You know..I've always wondered who would win in a knock down, drag out bout between Vlar and Kiche..o.O Though.. I suspect it was Vlar's being there that made it worse. X_X; Oh.. and this is fun! Lol!

Vlarindara growled when he flailed - even as his hind end was being ousted from the den by his tail and tugs from Elettra. Her grip was suddenly lost on the large male as he flailed his head and began writhing about, at first, Vlarindara moved to get another grip on him ... That is until he took a shot at her throat - the growl that erupted from her throat converging into a rather nasty snarl. Now that he wasn't simply fighting to stay hidden, or get loose - the danger of another wolf in the den had increased. Elettra's form made it hard for Vlarindara to move, maneuver out of the way of the snapping jaws. Two large wolves plus a smaller one made fighting in the den a rather cramped place to move about - and cramped was dangerous. His shot at her throat prompted the second to throw herself backwards - but there was no room. The best she managed was to put herself up on her hind legs enough that her more vulnerable bits were away from his reach.

Fire seared through her as his jaws clamped down on the base of her throat nearest her chest and shoulders. A somewhat high pitched yelp tore from her muzzle before the same blood curdling snarl she used when finding Borden at the borders rumbled up from her chest. Overlarge ears pinned back against her neck, white fur all over her body stood on end it seemed - except the fur that was stained pink and red from his grip on her throat. There were a few things going through Vlarindara's head at the time: the first of which was to get Elettra out of the den and away from the crossfire. The second was ensuring that the two wolves who would then be outside would be far enough away that she might manage to subdue their pack member. The third being subduing their other male pack member without unneeded injury or death.

She didn't know Elettra all that well - so she wasn't sure how the female would react to being told to leave the den..But she wouldn't *COULDN'T* let her stay here and possibly get hurt. "OUT!" came the snarled order - the only such order Vlarindara had yet to give to a pack member within their own den site. She hoped the metallic scent of blood would spur the black female into action - make her leave the den.. leave more room to work with the jaws of her opponent. If Elettra stayed - Vlarindara had a limited range of motion on Kiche, and the best she could hope to do would be to keep his jaws occupied with piercing her hide - but she was no martyr. No. She wouldn't simply be a punching bag for him - she would use him as HER punching bag! Whether Elettra listened or not, Vlarindara shifted her head and dove for Kiche's shoulder, neck, back - anything she could reach with his jaws clamped around the base of her throat. Sure, her fur had protected her - but the thick coat of winter was giving way to a thinner, lighter summer coat that afforded less protection.

Sucess still, even as he moved about, even as he thrashed. Her whole body would yank back, pulling on the tail which she held and should he dare to pull against it, she would have no regrets in allowing the appendage to rip off his torso. But even as she growled and snarled, pulling in her attempts to release the man from his hind-out by pulling him back end first, the woman was distracted by the sudden attack of the unknown male, and the reaction of the beta female there after. Her yelp was enough to cause the hairs on Elettra's spine to stand on end, for her pale gaze to glow in a fury of wrath. Her ears remained pinned against her skull, head lowered enough to where her muzzle grazed the earthen floor- not allowing an attack on her throat as he had formerly managed on the beta of the pack. Crazed, she pulled back harder further, her head shaking back and forth like a man animal, ripping it's prey to bits and knocking the very breath from it's lungs. If he would not go with her pull, then perhaps just his tail might. The sudden 'out' was a demand the woman clearly had not expected, and although she knew she was smaller in the group, just the thought of being underestimated brought a serious roar from her jaws, with parted with one last rip to the side of the tail she had once in her grasp (whether it had ripped from the man or not). Her eyes narrowed upon the upper wolf, though she skidded back and torn herself from the den site without hesitance. She knew she held the upper hand in the battle, but still loved the challenge. Her warrior heart demanded more- more! The blood had only made her long for the fight ever so then before and to be called away from a challenge was something she couldn't get around. However, respectful of hierarchy, she knew the female must have gained her placement for reason, having been here in the founding of the pack. Standing back had never been in her right but she could only assume the larger woman did this in order to protect Elettra from the true heathen. Feral and wild was she in this state, whilst her defenses up, her tail high and her jaws clamping as she snarled and barked in anticipation and frustration. Give her the chance and she would not hesitate to kill the ignorant child.

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The darkness in his head blotted out any trace of sentient life. There was a monster that prowled in the shadows of his mind, snarling and snapping. It chased away all of his thoughts, all the notions of God and civilization. They plunged into his subconscious, unwilling to bare witness to this horrible primitive parasite that was controlling their host now. The monster grabbed hold of the reins, making Kiche's body lurch forward. There was scarlet fur in his mouth that stained his tongue with a metallic taste. Inside his head, the parasite growled with pleasure. He ordered Kiche to bite down harder, to maim and mangle any piece of flesh he could get at. He was forced to obey.

Except he was unable to act. A snarling head collided with his shoulder, the blunt impact knocking him off balance. His teeth were torn away from their bloody hold. A set of jaws found his shoulder, and he writhed and bucked angrily in pain, trying to dislodge the white beast. But every movement was painful, every atom of his being screamed in pain. The loudest screams came from his tail, which felt as if it was being torn off. Whatever upper hand Kiche had had momentarily had been lost when Vlarindara had knocked him off of his feet. Now he felt his body being tugged backwards out of the den. Whimpering, his blunt claws fought for purchase on the dirt floor of the cavern, but to no avail. There was nothing he could do but flail and snap at his oppressors, who had iron jaws clamped down on his body. The sycophant in his head screamed orders. Everywhere, there was turmoil and agony as Kiche felt his body being jarred left and right as the dark brute dragged him away. Pain seared up from the base of his spine, where his tail was crying.

Without warning, though, his tail was released, and one of his attackers fled from the den. Snarling and spitting, Kiche heard the orders from the monster in his head to run after her, to retaliate, to make her sorry. He wrenched his shoulder from the large wolf's fangs roughly, ripping off fur and tearing skin. Passionately, he launched himself out of the den on the heels of the smaller, dark wolf. As he exploded from the mouth, though, he was blinded by the sunlight. Disoriented and and in pain, he staggered, unsure of what to do.

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(This post was last modified: May 01, 2011, 08:54 PM by Kiche.)

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ooc;sorry wasn't trying to hold it up. just lot to post to, and didn't want it lame so much
for that. :P sarah said jayse powerplay was okay.

The ginger male retaliated. He was became whatever he'd been surpressing, the wolf within, and it took control and he leapt for Vlar. A warning snarl ripped from curled lips. She was more than eager to grab the fiend now, she knew she couldn't go in and help. Most likely she'd end up getting in the way, all she could was wait trusting the white second would know what to do. She would have to be able to handle herself. She was not alone. Elettra had good hold on his tail, tearing at it like it was nothing, and Jayse hoped that hurt him like hell. He wasn't going to come quietly, and the pain was his own fault, him knowing it or not. Silently she cheered the girls on, eyes never leaving the scene. Vlar soon demanded Elettra out. Mismatched eyes switched from one face to the next, Elettra followed the order and came to perch on the outside of the den by Jayse. The gray wolf appeared anxious to get back in on things. Jayse admired how she controlled herself at the edge.

Own weight shifted amongst her feet like an unsteady prance, her tail giving a wild twitch. She was ready to have a piece of him. Energy built beneath her pelt, that burning fury, while the battle within continued, though brief. He most insane, tore himself from Vlar's bite, and came out of the den on his own accord not long after Elettra. Somehow it felt more than seconds with the rush of endorphines. She saw him seeking the darker coated one, and did not hesitate to react when he stumbled unsure,his eyesight momentarily down. Jaws opened, nape poised she lashed at him like a rattle snake for the large base of his ear. Her target was the whole thing, the connection of ear to skull. Teeth firmly planted in skin and fur, powerful muzzle took her hold, and snapped downward forcing his head, torso to the ground. There with all her strength she held tight, hoping to pin him there till he submitted. If her intent wasn't clear, a growl bubbled in her throat, daring him to try and break her hold, bite her.

OOC: XD! Go Jayse!

The fact that both Elettra *AND* Kiche left the den was a bit odd - but at least there was more room outside and there was the chance to maneuver about and not get cramped in a tiny little hole where more injruy might occur. The moment the large male left the den, the white she-demon was on his heels, snarling and snapping despite the red staining her white fur. Seeing Jaysyek light into him, Vlarindara gave the alpha room, her stained lips pulling back to bare ivory teeth in anger at the beast now held clamped within the jowls of his leader.

Despite the injury to her throat - a wound that stung like fire, and she knew that the fur around her neck and chest was stained red, with her left leg pinking with it, Vlarindara refused to back down away from the altercation. She had every intention of ensuring that Kiche harmed neither alpha nor Elettra or any other pack members who might have been drawn to the sounds of fighting near the den. She knew her wound wasn't life threatening - it just looked bad - at least from the feel of it anyway. Bleeding had already slowed, but that didn't stop the pain or the anger from having been injured in such a way.

At least the other two wolves were out of harms way (mostly).. and the altercation had been taken out into the open where the chances of injury from being hindered in a cramped space was lessened...At least, that's what she hoped. The white beast had yet to stop her low, angry growl of warning, nor did she stop moving - shifting constantly to move to a place that she might be able to interfere should he escape the hold of his leader.

It was as soon as she torn away from the den in frustration, her body tense and twitching from the adrenaline, that the known problem of the pack came bursting out from the den, and after her. Elettra's body was in mid-defense, mid-swing and as she went to turn around, her jaws would strike out to seize the man's face in retaliation. But they clamped down on nothing, only snapping in a 'click and pop' in a daring warning, her windpipe vibrating as another vicious snarl bubbled from the depths of her throat. He had been momentarily blinded, but without Elettra's knowledge to this. She had only just in time turned around to see the white queen clamp down upon the base of his ear, yanking him down head first into the dirt. Head down- ass up. It was the work of submission this basterd was best fitting in. Soon enough, Vlardinara had emerged, making her way to stand close and wait should things get out on hand. Baying like a fiend waiting for the go ahead to strike, did Elettra wait as well, jaws snapping in warning, body crouched, tail high and head low in protection. She was guarding her Queen, the pack's leader, Materfamilias of Grizzly Hollow. She would be there to strike at the exact given moment should the white lady loose the upper hand, or paw, in this manner. Keen was her silver gaze upon the male, only shifting once to the larger woman, the beta of the pack, to access the wound given to the base of her neck. Surely enough Elettra would need to mix and poultice and tend to that later.

(This post was last modified: May 10, 2011, 08:30 PM by Elettra.)

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A force both blunt and sharp struck Kiche in the back of the head, and the impact knocked him to the ground before he could even properly assess the situation and let his eyes adjust. The packed hearth rushed upwards to embrace him, and the collision was in no way gentle. The while cult leader, being pregnant, in addition to being a stone cold heathen, had a lot of weight behind her. The sharp jarring motion, the smack of his head against the compacted earth brought him back to his senses, and the feral parasite retreated immediately back to the safety of his subconscious. The fight left him entirely, and he suddenly tensed, trying to assess the gravity of this strange situation he had suddenly found himself in.

At first, all he could process was the agony that radiated up the base of his spine from his tail, the the sharp pain at the base of his skull. But vaguely, he began to realize that there were jaws attached to the back of his head, that he was on the ground, surrounded by a group of snarling heathens. Desperately, he searched his mind, but could find no memory that would account for this. His last memories were of yelling at that strange white heathen, of racing back to the den to hide, of being attacked by that dark savage in the den. None of that explained why he found himself pinned under the white cult leader, why her teeth were embedded at the base of his ear, why all he could hear were snarls.

But they were heathens. Did they ever have any explanations?

While had had come into many near-death encounters over the last few months, he had never gotten so close as this. It was terrifying, the pain, the blood. He felt as if he were staring death in the face, death that wore the face of that dark savage, death who had with her a crew of white ghosts to do the dirty work. What else could he do but mourn for these last few moments of his life? Surely, they would kill him now. Was there anything else he could do to stop them?
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