**FORUM PLOT** The Spark of Invasion

[Felypsa]

As soon as the Allied Packs had heard the word from the trusty Keroberos, they had scrambled to assemble their armies and project strategies. Currently, the main waves were marching through the Hiagaru Wastelands to get to Giaku. As to their progress, Goth, Beta Male of Shinkou, knew very little. He was anxious, of course. His beloved mate, Raven, was in that group. But he was driven and focused. He had been given his own task.

His majestic draconic wings, as jet black as the rest of him, were soaring, pushing him onward at a fast pace. Behind him were many able-bodied flyers as well. They had traveled the swiftest to reach the Giaku territories. Their hope was to weaken their enemy from within.

Peering down, Goth could see that Giaku had left quite a lot of defense left. It was somewhat surprising, but not entirely. They must have anticipated a strike like this. Goth’s dangerous yellow eyes flashed. That changed the nature of his own mission. It was very possible that he and the rest of his squad would die, suffocated by the Giaku defensive forces. Their only hope was to inflict as much damage as possible for the others.

He turned around to address his flying soldiers. “It looks bleak,” he said gruffly. “We have the element of surprise but they have greater numbers than we do. Fight with all you have. Make sure you leave your mark. Try to target higher-ranked wolves: generals, nobles. If you see the empress, do not hesitate to destroy her.” He knew some might. The empress was young still and would no doubt remind many of them of their own daughters or sons, who would be of that same age. He himself was thinking of his children: Rakurai, who had wanted to go along with Goth, but was forced to stay back in the packs and defend them should Giaku make it there; and Mimei and the twins, who were also left behind, kept guarded in a safe place.

But he could show no mercy on the leader of Giaku, should he see her. Without her he was sure much of the pack would flail, as if a chicken without its head. Showing no mercy…that was a character trait of his other self, the battle-berserk, the frenzied other half of him, whom he had named Stormwing. The Dark Soldier.

He would have to call upon his other self for this battle.

“On my signal,” he said to his followers. They were positioned above the canyons now, and Goth could see the leaders there, the forces that had been gathered. He waited till they were right above their targets. Then—with a silent signal given with his tail—he led the descent.

Attack now, from the air. With the clouds obscuring them, their enemies wouldn’t see them coming till it was too late.

[wolfshade]

Shade nodded and with a flick of a wingtip he followed closely behind the lead. The fires that licked along the trailing edge of his wings disappear as they built up for a targeted attack from his Ishkoodah' spell.

Shade had never been in an organized attack before, he usually was ambushed and his actions were made up as he went along. Now he gets to see what he can do when he is prepared and organized. The weather made it a wonderful time to attack, it was cool, with a slight overcast. The lead made a great descision.

The wind rustled his feathers as he flew silently and effortlessly, he was a warrior, and was his time to shine once more.

[Aveilthé]

Electra was among those of the children of Raven and Goth forbidden to accompany Goth in the ambush. Persistent, and being the stubborn youth that she was, she argued that she was the eldest and perfectly capable of flying with Goth to Giaku. "I am a strong fighter, and won't disappoint you," she had said, only to be immediately fired down by her father with a fierce "No!"

Thus, doing what every rebellious, stubborn youths do, Electra sneaked among the back ranks of Shinkou so that her father could not see her. "I will fight alongside you, father," she whispered, as they all left Shinkou, ascending into the air.

And now with wings like her mother's, Electra glided through the ranks of Shinkou warriors. Although she was not Goth's biological child, their bond was unbreakable. Electra was furiously proud to fight under his command, even if he hadn't realized she was there.

It was her first time in any battle. Indeed she was a capable fighter, and had proven her strength and determination time and time again during practice. Now was the time to prove herself. It was only when the clouds beneath them broke temporarily and the beginnings of the Giaku territory became visible did she feel a shudder reverberate throughout her entire body. It was a sliver of fear she felt, trepidation mounting with every passing moment. Feathered wings flapped at her sides, the blue tips flickering. The blue mane on her head whipped around her face, black fur shimmering under the burning eye that was god Valo.

She realized that she had made a mistake coming here, but there was no going back. The fear was very real, and seemed to leak onto her fellow wolves flying at her side. The youth next to her whimpered, and she turned to him. "It'll be okay," she told him, her bravado seemingly calming him down a bit. "I'll look after you, okay?"

The other smiled weakly upon her. "It's not that, it's just I hate flying for long periods of time. I feel kind of sick..." It was an outright lie, even Electra could see through it. The male chuckled nervously. "We'll look after each other, deal?"

Electra's smile broadened. "It's a deal."

Then, it happened. Goth's voice rang out upon them all, ordering for them all to strike. "Well this is it... good luck, friend," said the male next to her. "You too," she said, her voice cracking. They started to descend quickly, Giaku becoming visible now as the veil of clouds gave way. Giaku had been prepared, she noticed.

Enormous balls of fire burst from the canyon walls of Giaku, lead by General Archebain. They were aimed straight for those in the air.

[Felypsa]

Had Goth known that his eldest daughter had sneaked in, he would have been very angry. But by now, it was too late. Even if he did see her, he could not stop now. They would both have to live through the consequences. Fire was bursting toward them, heavy hot little suns seeking to sear the wings of the incoming raid. With an expert pump of his wings, Goth avoided them, but did not look back to see how the rest of his squad fared. He heard some curses but no one dropped from the sky, a charred crisp. That was good.

It was getting harder to dodge them, and there were a few shouts from behind him. In trying to dodge two fireballs at once, the beta felt the tip of his tail burn. He hissed in pain but didn’t even falter. To the canyon he must reach. To find the general leading this defense.

There was a brief moment of utter silence: like the world was holding its breath. Then, Goth flared out his wings, pushing against the ground for a gentle lending.

And as soon as his paws touched the cold ground, it was on.

His transformation had already been taking place in midair, so by now, he had taken on the full appearance of Stormwing the Dark Soldier. Standing bipedally on his hind legs, he stretched out to a frightening height of solid six feet, using his impressive wings for balance. His front claws shot out, lengthening to a deadly point, and blazing white: like hot metal to touch. His canines lengthened too, the drool of venom dripping from their points. His fluffy wolf tail, still smoldering slightly, now changed completely: protected by bony plates, a deadly blade popped out just below the tip, becoming a tail of a scorpion. And, like a scorpion’s tail, it was full of poison no one would want to cross.

His eyes blazed white fire. He was truly monstrous-looking: the reason why so many opponents had fled in fear at the very sight of him.

With a mighty roar, the creature felt the bloodlust fill him. He lashed out at those Giaku soldiers nearest him: knocking them back with his strength, leaving their skin burnt by his hot long nails. Goth—nay, this Stormwing, this Dark Soldier, for all resemblance to Goth had disappeared by now, charged forward into the masses, causing pain and death wherever he went.

~

This was the moment they had all been waiting for. Trained gruelly every day, the soldiers of Giaku were ready, now, to defend their homeland. Irkalla, a stiff warrior from birth, watched with cold silver eyes as the ambush from Shinkou and Akeru descended. The fireballs they sent up only seemed to injure a few, but for the most part, the onslaught was not stopped. She stiffened further as the first one landed, clearly the leader. He rose up on his hind legs and gave a terrible bellow that rattled and echoed throughout the canyon. Yet the Giaku soldiers did not waver: they had been trained to suppress their fear, to never falter even in the face of such intimidation.

Irkalla was awaiting orders, but the beast from Shinkou wasn’t. He strode forth, tearing up anyone who stood in his way. Finally, she broke formation to avoid getting slaughtered. The pale blue she-wolf panted, looking at the enemies behind the fearsome leader. They were hers now.

The order was clear now: attack. Defend. Show no mercy.

Irkalla charged at the nearest Shinkou bastard she could see. She had trained for this and she would. Not. Stand. Down.

It was time.

[wolfshade]

Shade cussed silently under his breath, eyeing the canyon walls he found the sources of the blasts and charged up to his full extent. Blue fires coursed along his bod tipped with crimson red. He flew by rolling on to his back the fires upon his wingtip develop into fireballs and they free fell from his wingtip, upon the walls below blindly.

He flew low above goth whom had shape shifted and went direct through the ranks of the approaching barrage. Shade went immediately onto the defensive to guard the lead, If necessary he will release his strongest attack and wipe as many as he could, like a high powered explosion on cue, but he hoped it would not come down to that

((ooc might be short but when the rp really gets boiling i can post more))

[Le Mad]

It wasn’t the time for mistake. There was simply no room. She had shouted an order for fireballs to be released. She watched as the aerial attack avoided them easily the first time, but as the barrage continued, they began to falter. She could see the leader was only struck on the tail. She snorted. Pathetic. She looked among their ranks. There were many, but not as many as the wall of demons about Giaku. Of course, she hadn’t been expecting their leader to morph into a formidable beast. She snickered. Arche stared him down, watching as the masses collided. She barked out an attacking order and charged.

The female busied herself, her horns colliding with most everything she could find. The Stormwing was to her right, and she planned to get to him. Her claws and fangs were busied as she swiped and bit. Rarely, her fangs would come together on air, making a loud clacking noise. The general was entering her favorite part of her fighting stance. The rage. It was coming on fast. Her eyes grew a darker red, like that of blood pooled and dried; nearly black. Her body was a whirlwind of motion, lithe and graceful yet powerful and deadly at the same time. Oh, how she loved war. She moved in a silent rhythm, and succumbed to the fury.

And part of her felt sorry for the pathetic morsels she would get in her grasp.

[Aveilthé]

Electra heard her newfound friend gasp and recoil when the balls of fire were launched at them. Feeling her throat quaver with a growl, she said, "You can dodge them easily! Come on!"

Narrowly avoiding the fire, she was shocked to find that they were little, but very quick. She felt the fur along her shoulder singe. "You alright there?" she called as she regained posture with her wings, and heard him squeak with affirmation.


The canyon drew near. Flapping her wings, her paws found the ground--that was when something crashed on her face, making her jolt back and nearly fall off the edge of the canyon. Her wings flapped hard against the wind, and soon she crawled back upon it. With horror, she saw that blood dribbled freely from her face, and felt her left eye swell up with intense pain. Rather than falling back to safely, she released a vicious snarl and looked for her assailant.

In no time, the demon was upon her again, biting everything he could reach. Electra retaliated by sinking her fangs upon his jugular. She felt so alive! The adrenaline coursed like toxin in her veins, making her want more... the taste of demon blood sickened her, but also encouraged her... Though the demon struggled, he soon fell silent and limp. She did not let go--just as another demon came upon her, she flung the demon's carcass at the other. The body was heavy, but the adrenaline rush allowed her to commit such a feat. It was shortlived, however.

Now locked in a battle with two demons, Electra summoned her magical energy and cast bolts of electricity upon them, both buffeting and hurting them pretty badly. She had to conserve her energy if she wanted to last through the battle. In the frenzy, she was unable to see her father, let alone the wolf she promised to watch over.

[Felypsa]

This was what he—the other half of him, in any case—was made for. The glory of massacre. Those heated, elongated claws dove in and out of the flesh of the demons. Stormwing did not wait for them to die, necessarily. Wounded as they were, they posed no threat to him. Every now and then he would sink his fangs into an enemy, and let the venom pump into them. It would take a while for it to kick in, but once it would, they would not be getting up again. His dramatic tail slashed here and there as well, protecting his backside, poisoning those who came near.

Soon, the form of the general caught this monster’s eye. With a growl, he began to push past the masses, ignoring their attempts to attack him. Archebain, the leader, was what he wanted. If he could take her out, then the rest would be easy. Besides, he could see that she had targeted him in kind…and he would not back down from that kind of challenge.

The fray had become quickly chaotic. Through the turmoil, Irkalla stuck to her training, fighting with all her strength, her steely force of will. She knew enough not to take on the leader as he bashed his way bodily through the forces. That was a job for General Archebain. But the others: she would try to make as much of a dent in their smaller ranks as she could. The bolts of electricity caught her eye, and Irkalla glanced over to see a black she-wolf raising havoc. There was another wolf beside her, fighting valiantly. With a growl, Irkalla turned toward them.

She hated magic…though she had some of her own. A recent encounter with someone masquerading as a general had gotten her to think more about the amenities of her ability. In this case, she thought, she might use it just a little. Glancing around, she found a rock nearby, the size of a wolf’s head. Focusing on it, she managed to lift it up, using her power of levitation. Once she had it hovering before her, she shot it toward that wolf. If it didn’t knock him out, it would at least get his attention. Irkalla herself would be charging right behind her own missile.

[wolfshade]

Shade watched the shape shifter rage, he assumed the shape shifter had everything under control. He looked around at the rest of the aerial squad seeing if he could assist for he himself was still wary of his own powers. There was only one person that was not wary of his powers but he was only brought out in anger.

In the corner of his good eye shade saw a flicker of white, he looked but before he could register what it was it hit. The sharp stab of electricity coursed through his nervous system. His wings locked up and crumpled. Then darkness...

*The attacker smiled as he watched the body fall to the trees, he went over to check. He knew it was only a spell to immobilize a body, "if he is alive he'd make a good prisoner." he cut through the lines towards the woods. What he did not know was that the one he fell from the sky, only was affected for a moment*

Within the woods Shade was singed, but none the less fine. He was however semi-unconscious, 'you ain't goin' anywheres pup' a voiced hissed, shade saw himself in his mind, facing a red flamed version of himself, his muzzle stained and dripping with blood. 'i am taking over now' the figure flashed his yellow teeth and lunged at shade, shade did not flinch...

Shade awoke getting up on all fours, he went to take off, but crindged. Sharp pains stabbed him like a hundred knives. The pain made him cough up blood, coating his jaw, His vision blurred turning red as he weeped tears of luminescent blood. He wrapped his blackened wings around him, hatred and pain shrouded his memories of all love and respect then his mind went blank...

*the one that shot shade down, appeared from within the bushes, he looked around. Moving forward his ears wandered accross the sound of lagged breathing, a low floating purple mist covered the area around where the winged 'beast' sat. The Beast unfurled his wings, "you are now a prisoner to the clan" The mage wolf remarked as he watched symbols upon the beast's bod glow red as he started to slowly look up, the mage tucked his tail, 'you come quietly we shall... " The beast's eye snap open pupils adjusting in the most unnatural way as they locked upon upon the others eyes piercingly luminescent blood flowed freely, fear flooded the mages head, but he could not stop staring at the beast's eyes the mage yelped and cried for help but in a savage growl the beast silenced him*

Bane pulled a chunk of the mages throat and swallowed it whole, the blood pooling around his paws, It was good to be free...

[arrow]

Arrow laughed as he dodged the fireballs launched from the canyon walls. His limber body twisted in the air as he flew past. He angled himself into a dive and accelerated faster than the Giaku soldiers could track and then aimed for the group closets to his dive. At the last possible moment he pulled up sharply and slashed at the soldiers as he did. Adrenaline pumped in his veins as Arrow flew up into the air to repeat the process with another group of soldiers.

Arrow looked around for more soldiers, but failed to notice that a fireball headed for him until it was right upon him.
"Frost!" he yelled as a sheet of ice formed in front of him, but it wasn't enough. The ice weakened the fireball, but not enough. It slammed into Arrow and exploded in a massive light. Arrow began falling towards the ground at an alarming rate, semi-conscious.

[danarisky]

Tenshi hovered above the battle. The wolves that could fly from the allied packs were invading the Giaku Pack-lands. She was uncertain of whether to fight and which side she would be on. She was certainly from neither pack, as she was a lone wolf. In an almost dreamlike state, she watched as the fliers dived down and were greeted with rounds of fireballs. Now this was her territory.

She dived down, past various fireballs, flinging them away when necessary. Her magic being mainly fire. Her four tails swished as she dived onwards past another rain of fire, getting slightly scorched when she was too careless.

While she was diving she saw an explosion of light. It was a male wolf unsuccessfully dodging a fireball. He began to fall towards the ground, semi-conscious. She dived down faster, flattening her wings to her sides. It didn't matter whose side she was on, she would help the wounded or the ones in danger. She was getting closer to the wolf, but so was the ground. Would she make it in time?

[Le Mad]

Dodge left. Dodge right, swipe. Duck and snap. Left foot back. Horns. It was like a dance routine, one that she had practiced for months and months. Her eyes had glazed over and Arche did not see, she felt. She felt the breath and heard the screams and she loved it. She harbored wounds now, only minor bites and gashes. They bled and scabbed over, and the General did not pay any mind. She worked her way through the crowd, the roar of her rage sending her toward the behemothic monster. She was nearly to him now, her trail of carnage left evidently behind her. She didn't know how the air attack team had fared, against this guarding wall.

One particularly cocky soldier had attempted to rid the battle of the General. In her mind, there was no contest. He was weak and she was strong. Her horns contacted his skull, her claws to his eyes. As he fell, she grinned and continued. It was all a sport, a game to her.

Occasionally she would let out a bark or growl of victory as an enemy fell. Whether it was heard or not didn't matter. She was near the feet of the stormwing now. She wove through the crowd, aiming attacks at whatever she could find, her alertness at its highest peak, ready to dodge or counter any attacks from the large beast. Her nose had been laid open, blood pouring over her teeth and jaws from the hurt. It only made her already-bloodstained grin look even more eerie. This could only get better..

[[OoC: I didn't even realize it was my turn. Sorry guys! D:]]