Operation Capture the Flag

[Natur]

He turned around quickly to eye Acheron. Natur figured whether he was getting indolent, or Acheron was just truly rapid on his paws, as he couldn’t get himself to do other than minor damage. He gritted his enamels in aggravation to this, seeing that the nigrescent brute was still playing his nonchalant game. He couldn’t genuinely tell whether Acheron was thoughtlessly flopping something out, or seriously was unaware of what death was. ”Are you crazy?” Natur barked in an amazed, indignant manner. “You will find out soon what death is.” He mocked to his thoughtless comment. Natur attempted to slash his ivorns into the brute’s shoulder promptly, digging them around the tissue to expand the wound, resolvedly ignoring the irony savour of the red liquid probably rushing out.

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[[ tay ]]

Annabella turned to see Natur. Shadow had told her about him. She narrowed her eyes and crouched, then pushed up, soaring through the air towards him. She pointlessly crept up behind of him, almost certain he knew she was there. She lowered herself and slashed her strong paw across his feet, hoping to trip him.

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[((~~Kovik~~))]

Kayla was thrown off Sakitu, delicate padded feet thrown to the air as she tumbled backwards. Her claws scraped the cold floor, allowing her to spring after the Dark leader after a fairly quick recovery. She attempted to sink her small ivories into the white vixen's tail; if this was achieved she hoped that a quick yank, a swift and strong movement of the neck, would send her to the ground.
The ebony brute tried, in the few seconds where he was in mid-lunge, to compose his thoughts. All of his strategic thinking had seemingly flitted into the dark air, which he knew didn't really bode well for him. But then again, he wasn't really used to putting much planning behind his actions. He had come home alive from every battle before, and that was because of his size and strength. If he was in a position to start panicking, however, he probably would have felt some anxiety based on the fact that he was facing a huge, jet-black wolf like himself - and not a fox who was able to fit between his jaws. His powerful leap failed; he crashed to the floor, trying to spin away from Etapa, but not before he realised that her yawning jaws were in reaching distance of his shoulders and the side of his neck. He thought of crouching and snapping at the wolfess' paws, but was he too slow for that? Kovik could see the great teeth glinting as they rose to meet him.

((Pshaw, I can't thhiiink. Oh btw, I really don't want Kayla or Kovik to be really badly hurt like they have been previously. Yesh, they could recieve injuries like deep scars and such, but I think they've been in the Medic's Den quite a bit. ^^; If you really disagree though, just tell me. xD Gawsh, I make no sense.

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[۝ Etapa ۝]

((Lol. I agree to be honest; I thought that Kovik and Kayla were -RESIDENTS- of the medic den at one point... So if y'want, I'll make sure that most of the damage I do is temporary and probably healable in a few posts.

Dunno how I'll avoid things getting serious at this point in time, though. o.o
I usually use Etapa's upwards throat-bite as a killing move... Hoshit. xD Oh well, maybe I can just make her ragdoll him for a few posts without seeming too OOC. >.>
If you don't mind, of course. ))

The wolfess's ebonite fur seemed as if a jolt of electricity had raced through it; every wiry hair was on end, hackles inflated to the max, making her appear almost twice her already highly considerable size. Emerald eyes sparked with malicious intent as the brute seemed to realise his vulnerability and tried to cover his weakness; but it was too late. But a moment of hesitation on the assaulted's part was all that was needed to use such a bite to its most deadly potential, and if the dark canine chose so, she could quite probably end the fight now. Her jaws had sucessfully slipped under his guard, and though she wouldn't be able to accurately aim a jugular "snip", she could still grab him by the windpipe and shake him like the oversized rat he was.

... Which, incedentally, was what she decided to do, rather than risk losing a golden oppertunity to suffocate her opponent all for the sake of a risky bite that would lose her prey and mean he'd know how to parry one of her favorite tricks.

Kicking herself forwards with her muscular hindquarters, she tried to slam her body into the enemy with as much force as she could muster... Though as she was practically right in front of him and slightly beneath him right now, she probably wouldn't be able to pack a lot of momentum into it. But she was confident her full-body-tackle would work; Etapa was -not- a small or delicate wolf, and had years of fighting experience under her belt. And after all, she was so close to him that it'd be almost impossible to leap away in time to avoid mighty jaws that were seeking to lock on what Etapa hoped was the light wolf's throat, and if not that, at least his neck.

[Agii]

An uttermost sensation of confusion swept over her, thoughts buzzing around in her mind as the yelps and snarls of the beings around her became dulled and seemingly intangible by her ears. The cross-fox vixen stood, hazel eyes wide and unseeing as she swallowed oddly, re-tasting the fur of the Light she had just attacked. Rae was unsure, unpleased, and inattentive to the surroundings around her for once in those moments of complete curiousness. Breathing slowed, muscles froze, and she became vulnerable for a split second. The vixen then blinked, and sound refreshed her mind, piercing her thoughts immediately as she shifted her weight on the dense marble floors.

With a start she tensed her vocals in a throaty growl, thick orange-onyx coat bristling with rage as her malicious hazel eyes flickered back towards what she had now depicted to be the Light vixen Vain. Large obsidian ears locked forwards as the young canine bolted forwards, sprinting at a swift speed for a period of time, unable to heighten her speed. Rae had a massive downside to her sprinting, and it was this; once she came to a certain speed, whether it was immensely fast or not, she could not speed up. It was a downfall, and as the teenager despised it greatly, found that it could also be used to her advantage at certain points.

But now, it was just her and the enemy Light, with her strong haunches playing to her advantage.

Determination glinted in her eyes, sparking with pure aggression as malevolence overtook her placid attitude, springing her into a state of which she was not recognized in.

Small, lithe raven-hued paws hit the slick floors hard, claws finding little grip upon the slabs of old, dusted stone of the church. Scents wafted into her nostrils one by one, and soon the soldier was able to catch the scents of yet another Dark entering the battle field. Mentally noting that there were enough Dark's on the side to commit to a fairly good attack, the long-legged vixen smirked at the thought.

Thrusting off with her heels she pushed herself from the ground, tucking her lean limbs to her undersides as she leaped upwards, jaws parting as Rae aimed for between the shoulder blades of Vain. Oh, so sweet this would be.

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Thyca would have laughed.

"Karma,"

He began,

"Is ignorant. In fact, our existance is ignorant. We are but what we are. Currently, we are the morales we uphold. You and all the rest of the world hold somekind of Moral, be it for good or for bad. I try as hard not to."

Sighing, mostly to cover the soft sounds his pads gave as he slid them across the rough wooden pew, which suprisingly didn't creak under it's own age, and began anew.

"Such things hinder us. Such things are inventions of the mind. They are Shackles. We are what we believe. Your Morals tell you everything you say, and yet, what fact is their behind it all? I see nothing. I see no fact or Reason behind any Moral, ever. Therefore, you are wrong."

His brief moment in which he was out of his normal personality flickered out, as he spoke again.

"Therefore, everything I do is in pleasure and wisdom, no matter the cost. There is nothing wrong with anything I do, to myself. Pity is for the weak."

His feet contracted at his last words, and his entire body flew off of the pew, which gave a short groan in complaint before returning to it's empty world. His wieght smashed into the pew on which Kero stood, smashing his end into pieces as the old wood gave way, hopefully blowing apart Kero's too.

OOC, will reply to all others in a bit.

[Natur]

Natur glanced backwards, but was late in discovering Annabella, and so fell to the ground. Instantly as he connected with the stem, he lashed out his haunches to avert an assault, hoping to send her flying to the ground before she was able to undertake action. He got himself together fairly quick, aware of the fact now two inhabitants of the Light-side were onto him. He noticed that his latest attacker was fairly small; fox could use that fact to her disadvantage. As well, Acheron eyed pretty unalert troughout the entire thing; charcoal brute hadn’t been able to do slightest damage. Natur couldn't exclude the fact that, if he attempted hard enough, it was a possibility to take on both. It wouldn't be the first time.

OOC: I got to leave to school soon, sorry that it's so short.

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[Sendiri™]

Sugar Baby swiftly dodged Sakitu's attacked, but frankly if anything, it made it worse. She didn't move far enough fast enough. She felt the ivories pierce the side of her pelt and then Kayla yank Sakitu to the ground, or close, or maybe...This yank only pulled against Sakitu's teeth against her open skin. She would've yelped-but she couldn't. Fox's mouths and teeth were small though. This so called 'wound' wouldn't be much but a scratch, she figured - however the thought still didn't bring her comfort. When she knew she had to think fast, she took advantage of the situation as Kayla loosened, or even pulled her off and to the ground.

Sugar wheeled around quickly, jaws flying for the small fox's complete torso with madness in her dark black eyes. The small gash in which she bled was unseen against her midnight jet pelt. It appeared wet though, and surely that was enough to clue one in. Then she knew what it was like to be in real battle. Things were in slow motion, and you questioned why you fought. At a strong point - you knew why, you felt why - and you let it overcome all concious. You're body became numb, and you'd do anything to defeat your opposer. Anything. Any brutal attack.

[[ tay ]]

ooc//Kabira's not after Natur.. yet. XD

Annabella knew he'd do something with his strong back legs, but she was too late to react. She took the blow, trying to hold her head strong, but she stumbled backwards, her jaw hurting intensly. She took in a breath and quickly stepped forward once more, lashing out at his chest with her small paw.

ooc//Sorry. Just got home from school. Kinda brain-dead...

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[Zende]

A single soldier hung back from the rest of his group, standing silently outside where the battle raged. The coward, the traitor, the thin, cold-eyed wolf who knew not where his loyalty or his heart lay. Zende was prepared to fight for the Darks again, but not with any enthusiasm or passion. In the gloom, his golden eyes tried to pick out some unfortunate soul who was small enough for him to lift. His plans clicked together in his head. While his comrades took on the bigger wolves, he would take the smaller Light foxes in his jaws and shake the life out of them. It was a coward's method; he didn't want to spill any of his own blood, so he would pick on the weaker things until victory was declared for either side. He hoped this battle wouldn't be as ...eventful.... as the last one. Heaving a low sigh, he jogged into the fray. A foul beast, draped with a rust-red pelt, raced through the snapping canines, resting his gaze on some slender silver creature who was lunging at Sakitu. Not as weak as he would have hoped, but he was a big wolf. Rather, he was a tall wolf. His jaws were strong, so he could easily lift the vixen by the neck if he wanted to. Jagged, stained teeth lined the maw which curled in satisfaction. All Kayla could see, as she span away from the Dark leader, was a creature whose eyes burned into the dark.

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[((~~Kovik~~))]

((I'm typing in some actions for Zende, but I can't be bothered switching accounts constantly.))

Only a few minutes. A few minutes? Kovik had expected to last longer than that. His paw swiped blindly across the sea of black, trying to cause some damage. Anything. If his lights were going to be snuffed out right now, he at least wanted his killer to leave with a scratch. Pessimistic was not a word to describe the ebony brute. But when he saw those emerald spheres roaring towards him, the rest of the world like a dark void, he found it difficult to think straight. What seemed like hundreds of oversized needles penetrated his neck, coaxing one heck of a snarl from his open maw. Kovik prepared himself for the worst as his strength failed him, but still frantically tried to gash Etapas' belly with his hind paws. Crimson was barely visible in the darkness, but the wolf could feel the warm blood gushing already. Now wasn't the end for him, he wouldn't let it be; no matter how little experience with large foes he seemed to have, he would find a way to make it to the end of the day at least.

Kayla yet out a pathetic yelp, which would have made her cringe if she had the time. The Dark wolf Zende sped towards her with a hiss, banner flying behind him like a whip. She had seen him in another battle, but Kayla could tell that he wasn't as experienced as his rough, darkened features suggested him to be. His somewhat awkward movements, his lack of precision and intelligence shining in his eyes... it was clear that the large wolf thought one thing, and one thing only; the outcome of a battle depends on size and strength. She was not some straw-stuffed scarecrow which could be thrown around and cast aside. She was more intelligent than that.
The platinum vixen could feel the air warmed by the beasts' breath on the back of her neck as she shot forwards. Too slow, not precise enough. Zende tried to lunge again, but Kayla was already under his stomach. She started thinking, strangely satisfied, that he was probably regretting being so large. Kayla sprang upwards, feeling her fangs slide into the beasts' flesh. A horrible yowl rang over the waving heads of the fighters, as the vixen ripped at his soft underbelly reluctantly, but with all the power that she could muster. A few large gashes ran over his underside now, like dark rivers between russet banks. Zende flew to the side, attempting again to grab her by the scruff. Every time he missed by a hair's breadth, and every time Kayla managed to slip under his belly again and pluck that awful howl from the brutes' maw.
A jolt, and every hair on Kayla's body stood to attention. Zende had her by her dark plume, and rivers of revenge rippled in his orbs. A sickly smile inched onto the Dark soldier's lips, almost making the idea that he had ever reached out to the Lights laughable. A second of frantic fear, and the vixen felt her head crack against stone. The great fangs relinquished their grip on her banner, and now clamped around the scruff of Kayla's neck. Her head swam, a violent mixture of regret and fear etching a tragic expression onto her slender face. Zende found that things weren't going so badly for the Darks after all, perhaps he would play their game for the time being.

((Oooh, suspense. ...Or not. xD))

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[Soldier»»]

Nares sorted out the scents of the Darks, knowing that he needed to help the Lights. Amber orbs sought out the battles, spotting a rusty-red Dark going after a Light. He silently watched the Dark's actions, the battle the Dark put up against a Light fox. Out-sized, basicly out-numbered.

Sandy colored fur began to bristle, and he dug his hind paws back into the ground, throwing himself into a full-throttled run. Curved tail lowered, harks pinned against skull, the mutt shoved himself forward, furious to help the Light. Jaws parted, revealing ivory fangs that thirsted for blood. Amber eyes were hurricaned with fire and ice, mustering up every ounce of fighting will within him, driving his back paws into the ground. Strong thigh muscles propelled the Light mutt into the air, fangs aimed at the rusty-red Dark.

((Tevis is waiting for Vain. =3 Don't worry; he's patient. xD))

[((~~Kovik~~))]

((Heh, this may be confusing, but I think I'll make all of my character posts on this account for the time being.))

((Oh yeah, and what I said about my characters not being seriously hurt? I was actually only really thinking of Kovik. I have a wee idea to do with Zende and Kayla. I'd appreciate it if Kovik were to survive though, and Kayla obviously..but..er, well, just wait and see.))

Zende turned to see the ball of sand-coloured fur hurtling towards him, the cruel grin still stretching his features. As the brute's head swung around, Kayla dangled like a puppet from his cavernous maw. She didn't intend for this to happen; after all, a few minutes ago she had felt this great, surging wave of confidence - the confidence that she wasn't just a doll to be thrown around. Her vision faded in and out of focus, but her glassy orbs could still follow the Light soldier coming to her aid. Zende dropped her abruptly; he intended to fight for his prize, the oppurtunity to have his first kill.
A sharp hiss, and the russet brute shot forwards to meet the canine. He felt terrible pain as the set of fangs drove into his shoulder, but he managed to stay on his feet. Neck swivelled, adrenaline and pain coursing through his blood, to take a powerful snap at the Light's head. Ideally he would get one of the canine's ears; that would prove enough of a distraction, he hoped, so that he could scoop the vixen up and take her away, so she could be ..dealt with.

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[Natur]

OOC: I meant Acheron with that, but that's okay! xD

BIC: He could feel her talon penetrating skin deeply, stumbling backwards unkemptly. It was a truly uncomfortable scratch; piquing inconveniently like sour, although Annabella’s tiny spurs weren’t enough to get him off track. Natur lunged out his jaws haphazardly, attempting to lock them down on Annabella’s flying paw. Because of the fact her paw was so tiny, it’d probably add difficulty to get a good hold of it. But at that rate, it was the closest to his fangs; which would accept anything as long as they could shred it to pieces. Natur would tighten his grip on her paw, throwing her into the atmosphere for a brief moment, then instantly lowering his cranium, attempting to crash her into the ground with great force. With this, Natur hoped to do alot of damage her fairly little embodiment couldn't take.

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Annabella yelped in pain as Natur caught her paw. She tried pulling it back, but it was too painful to yank loose. She jerked it every little bit, but it was no good. She stepped forward as he pulled it up, trying to revive it of any pressure he put on her whole leg, but was slammed to the ground as he seemingly threw it down. She looked at it quickly while getting up, noticing four small holes in it where the familiar crimson substance was slowly oozing out. She stood and looked into the fox's eyes, her own full of hatred. She lunged forward, attempting to bowl him over and pin him down.

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[Agii]

It had been quite a mistake on her part to shift her eyes from the Light vixen, and in no doubt was she vulnerable for that mere moment. In that, the sooty-fire-hued soldier heard a throaty snarl become thrown her way, and in the swift movement of a pivot of her large onyx ear, side-glanced a pair of fangs thirsting for her blood. With a wicked snarl, the young vixen whipped her skull the opposite direction, swinging the short of her tall body towards the jaws.

Her hazel eyes widened in pain as the jaws hit her, and she felt her skin break. The force of the male that had hit her for sure would bruise, if not leave a nasty wound. Warm scarlet liquid flecked her orange shoulder as Rae ran a quick few muffled thoughts in her bedraggled mind.

She had woken up this morning, a funny taste in her mouth. Something had tasted different, and suddenly she had felt stronger, and not as young. Rae was a stranger to herself, and knew not to be a fool for it. When coming into the battle grounds, she had immediately thought of receiving orders from Thyca, but had come too late and the Dark had already submerged himself in battle. The sadistic teen-vixen had not thought that more Lights would come, and indeed, she had doubted herself again. Something was different this eve; unnatural and evil.

With rage and surprise that she had been attacked, Rae rocketed around, slim, rounded jaws parted wide as she managed to break her shoulder free, unsure of what debris of her lay on the male's tongue. Ears flattened against her skull with fiery aggression, the cross-fox thrust the length of her thickly-furred neck forwards, mandible hanging strongly and aimed for the haunches of the Light.

[<>Cronos<>Thyca<>]

(sosorry, me Muse was kinda low I guess. I am truelly sorry.)

Acheron was taken aback by the sudden attack, which, though he was saved by Anabella, still ripped his shoulder into pieces. He slumped over to the ground as the other two fought, but instead of lying in his despair, he gave a harsh breath, which sounded almost like a laugh, and rose his haunches off the cobblestone again. He allowed himself a moments peace.

[Frieda]

((ooc// xP I am sooooo lazy, so I'm just gonna say that Laku spotted Thyca somewhere somehow... and he'll attack him. xD Good? Heh. =P And who wanted to kill Sasha again?))

Silence pressed in upon him, while sounds of battle wreathed around him in a never-ending dance - but they sounded distant, far away. He blocked out everything until all he could hear was his heartbeat; even that, he silenced. Scanning the area, he searched for someone to attack. The battle raged on without him, canines versus canines in a fight for the death. No mercy was shown on the enemy, and likewise, they fought back with every bit of strength they possessed. Snarls, yips of pain... these were the sounds a soldier lived for. But not all of them wished to hear them. Not all wished that this would be their way to live, but there was one thing they all had in common: loyalty. Loyalty to their alliance, to their friends, their family... This they had and this they shared, which is why the war continued without fail.

Dark amber orbs searched again, still finding no one. Then, auds pricked in surprise: a dark flicker in a corner was all he needed. Like lightening he sprinted off without hesitation. Hikari Laku had found his prey, and this fight would be a dangerous one.
If anything, Laku was an expert fighter. It was one of the traits he dreaded having, but without hesitation, used. Not many survived the onslaught of attacks he had at his command, but this was war. This was real. Everyone here shared his goal and no one would hold back: that included him.
Little did he know that this battle would be the last one he ever fought, that he was running to his death. That the enemy he sought would be his perpetual bane.
As he neared, the crimson Light slowed. Padding slowly, deliberately toward the Dark, he paused a few feet away.
"We mee' 'gain, Thyca. Le's finish this."

((ooc// Yes, he has an accent. =P He has his own language too. ^^ And I think I'll bring in Frieda when he's close to dying, since they're enemies from when they were young.))

[Soldier»»]

The Dark's blood rushed into his mouth, the warm liquid devouring his attitude towards not liking the battle. The mutt tightened his jaws muscles, then quickly snapped then again, trying to get a better grip. Ivory fangs slipped, but only when the Dark's own razors clamped down on his ear. Gulping back a yelp, Buddy jerked his crania down, swinging his bodice to the side; lunging at the Dark's leg, tearing the wound on his ear. The Light closed his orbs, unsure of his aim.

((My muse has gone blah. xD))

[((~~Kovik~~))]

Zende felt the flesh rip, satisfied in a terribly cruel way on seeing the wound open up. The brute reared, like a maddened stallion, but still felt Buddys' teeth clamp around his paw. If the Light managed to drive his fangs any deeper, Zendes' movement would be much more difficult.
Kayla stirred, silver sides heaving with the effort to breathe. Her vision was back to normal, but still an awful feeling of helplessness lingered in her bones. For now, she was paralysed. She had not the strength or right state of mind to move, so she was an easy target for the russet brute if he managed to overcome the Light soldier.
Zende lunged now at the back of Buddy's neck, trying to grab him by the scruff as he had done to Kayla. It wouldn't be easy to knock him out, but he would try. He was still fighting for the vixen, as he felt like something was compelling him, and only him, to extinguish her worthless life.

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