**FORUM PLOT** The Spark of Chaos

[Felypsa]

The battle was heating up, and near him, Kero heard his sister cry out for the alpha. He was about to look up to help, but that was when the demon he had observed earlier attacked him. The lionwolf stumbled back, letting out a rumbling growl as he felt her teeth sink into his flank. His eyes flashed, and she would feel wind battering at her side; perhaps nothing that could force her off, but enough to cause a distraction. He reached around with one paw in an attempt to catch her by the neck with his claws. If he got a hold, he would pull her, roughly, in front of him, so that he could face her off directly. If not, he would try to bodyslam her into the sand.

Sand was difficult to fight in…the ground was constantly shifting beneath him, sinking when he stepped in too deep. But if he was having trouble, so were the rest of them, the bony resurrections getting sand between their limbs. It was truly a treacherous place to fight and he wished his wings were strong enough to bear him upward. So much for wishing, though.

Still growling, he aimed to attack the Giaku soldier. She was a nuisance to him and he needed to get rid of her so he could go help his sisters, Raven and Wyndbain. They were most important in his mind at that moment.

Once Novawing returned to the others, her newfound loner took off. Well, she had no control over what she did. Heart pounding, she tried to gauge the feel of the battle from where she still stood. Taking a deep breath, she looked over those who were under her control. “We are going to move in…distance casters first, healers second.” She wished that night would fall soon: the sun was unrelenting in the sky, but if this battle lasted until the stars came, Nova could be a true asset. But in the day, her magic was useless.

She advanced her group forward to the border of the raging battle and then turned to face them all. “Come! Let us help our comrades. Use your best magical attacks—aim them as far as you can into the enemy ranks. Healers, at my signal, disperse, and be careful.” She gave a nod and flicked her tail. The magical attacks of various elements would stream from her squad, raining down into the furthest ranks of the demons, taking some down. With another nod from Nova, some healers began to disappear into the fray, seeking out the most wounded to try to rouse them to their feet again. Nova’s sister Echo stayed by her side, her mouth open in a gentle song. This effect would be more subtle: it would soothe those who were crippled by fear or panic or rage. Echo’s healing powers were more psychological, but still important to keep anyone from going crazy in this mess.

[riva]

Mut-iarna kept a careful eye from the sky, seeing what this alpha was doing. The ones she had control over evaporated into the battle, and she realized it wouldn't be as easy to keep track of the healers as she thought it would be. "Drat," she cursed, "This makes my job a little harder." She had assumed they would be staying behind the lines, out of the reach of battle entirely.

She attempting to stay out of the firing range of the fighting wolves, Mu kept tabs on a few of the healers, the ones that were going into the thickest parts of the battle. Several of the wounded were already receving care, she saw. This was good. But she needed something else to do, since the healers seemed to be much more self-sufficent that she had assumed before they had moved out. She cocked her ears back and wondered, thinking about what to do.

Mut-iarna turned her attention from the healers to the battle. Fire poured from the mouths of wolves, and the ground shook. Everywhere there was magic, magic she had never seen before. It was both fasinating, and frightning. She realized their was a lot she did not yet know. Mu soon spotted the figure of the lady alpha again, a small-she wolf at her side. This fae's mouth was open, yet she did not seem to be howling. "Hm, I wonder what she is doing?" she sighed, "Twas not for this war, I would have the mind to ask her...."

A spark of an idea entered her mind, and she quickly thought to the alpha below, "Milady, Milady! Is there some way I can assist you at least for now? I do feel quite bad for wondering in such a scene like this..."

[TheRuddyRaku!]

The Dakkan had sprinted at a pace that caused his navy armour to glow an agitated cherry red, his paws kicking up a spray of dust of which an excavator would be proud of. Hyraku noticed the feeling of the earth beneath his paws had changed, and that he was sprinting on sand. He winced at the thought of sinking, a devastating rationality if the super heavy iron wolf stood still for too long. The thought caused a shudder up his iron spine as he continued to sprint with a rythmical fast paced racket at speed.

~Ka-clank Ka-clank Ka-clank~

His paws Crunched toward the top of the cliff where the majority of the healers had been, illustrated by their footprints in the recently disturbed sand. The sight made his eyes widen and his iron jaw descend breifly.
He saw rank upon rank of wolf, fighting tooth and claw. The chaos of the healers running to and fro, and flashes of magic errupting across the packed wolves. Creatures of all kinds were dive bombing and tearing at one another in the sky with agonised shreiks, and the din of battles screams, roars, and bellows of order all seemed to blend into one chaotic Roar. The Dakkan Temporarilly hit a shellshocked state as he gazed downward, as Hyraku had been an ex general of a dead race, memories and events he would surely never want to experience again. But he had, and he was. He stood shaking with an unfamiliar sensation at the top of the cliff as he gazed downward. Fear.

The Dakkan was scared to his very Core. A feeling he hadnt felt in centuries. He gave a small whine and started turning to run from the chaos before he caught himself and breathed deeply, Staring down at the din once more as if to rationalise himself.

"Calm Hyraku. Calm."

He would have shouted for a stop, a halt to this madness, but he couldnt hear his own words, let alone anyone hear him! He continued breathing deeply, but such an action was only temporary, as he saw what the majority of Giaku's forces.

Undead.

His eyes narowed with outrage and despicion. Such necromancy was against his culture and upbringing. even if long dead and slightly hippocritical as he was a Dakkan. Ressurection was a beautiful necromancy, allowing others to live with their loved ones. But this? This was re-animation. A form a despicable creature would employ to have lackeys to do their bidding, Never good. Outrage had managed to Bury itself in his mind and chest, Causing a snarl on his iron maw.
Without Hesitation he Bounded down the clifface, Uncaring of the thought of Healing the wounded, Or who's side he was on. But as a Dakkanic Paladin, he couldnt let such necromancy be employed so evidently outragious infront of him. He Cascaded down the clifface, using his momentum to carry him across the ground when he hit it and storming into the fray. He had hit at a Flank, with no regard for himself or anything in his way.

A behemothic bellow from his own undead maw shook the very plates that housed his soul as he Charged brutally.

"FEINDS! DIE ONCE MORE FOR YOUR PITEOUS ABOMINATION OF AN EXISTENCE!!!"

A torrent of bones broke on his Fel iron plates as he ploughed through their ranks, sending the dead sprawling, some flung over his form with the flick of his head. A devastating attack against their tightly packed bodies, but the force of dozens of impacts through their forms would quite quickly slow his charge. What then?

Already even his armour wouldn't hold against the sea of impacts from the dead, and he would join them in the afterlife, a place he belonged. He was already regretting his recklessness but he ploughed through regardless. Grunting as he bit, clawwed and scratched through the sea of creatures. Already covered in their flesh and blood, dripping from his metalic plates with sickening squelches, already fighting with every ounce he had, already praying to Mor'Kheth that he would live to see another moon.

And Already Hoping for dear life that he would find someone on his side...

...And soon.

[Wyndbain]

A loud crack resounded through the sky and Wyndbain's attacker fell to the earth below in two separate halves, a visible crescent of white gently gliding on currents of air was all that was left of her spell. With the danger averted, she corrected her flight and arched away from the ground, flapping her way back into the sky and giving a loud howl to either let others know that she had won her skirmish or simply making noise out of the thrill of besting her opponent.

Back into her aerial vantage point, Wyndbain could see the entire battle unfolding below, all the while she swung away from the soldiers that tried to dive bomb her and turned on them only to find that her own warriors had filled in the gap to defend their alpha. This was good, as the battle seemed to be going well and Shinkou and Akeru troops continued to push further into Giaku lines, it seemed the next part of their war plan was in the perfect setting to begin.

Wyndbain hovered in place and flapped her wings, opening her jaws and letting out a solemn howl that rode on the winds she had created with her magic, allowing them to reach the ears of all below. To giaku soldiers, this meant nothing, though if they were unlucky, it might cause a bit of confusion and panic as to what may have just happened. To specific soldiers of Shinkou, this generated howl was their signal to retreat or at least, to follow their alpha to another field of battle, one that, if their planned played out well, could cripple the Giaku forces.

[Aveilthé]

When Wyndbain left, most of the Giaku soldiers took advantage of this and began running through Shinkou and Akeru like freight trains. Raven clenched her teeth in fury, but she knew that they had failed to hold off the borders of Akeru. They were starting to assault the heart of the Akeru's packlands.

Raven had heard Wyndbain and Novawing's call. When Wyndbain left with her coalition, the dark Beta pushed through to find Novawing. "Alpha Nova, Giaku is further inside Akeru now. I must aide Beta Kaalo, there is not much else to fight here. Permission to go?"

It was a double-edged sword. Half of Raven wanted to stay and fend off as many Giakuians as she could, but the other half desired to make sure that Akeru and Shinkou remained untouched by those damned demons.

The white horned demon found that her teeth bit successfully into Keroberos. But her pride was her downfall, especially since the thought she had won. Keroberos took her by the neck, forcing her from his flesh. Yet she wriggled, desperate to get more. "Meet your end, wolf!" she cried, parting her jaws and revealing a neon-green orb forming in her mouth.

[Felypsa]

They were at a stalemate, holding off the Giaku forces without gaining any ground, but also not yielding any. But that was when Wyndbain decided that it was time to move on. With a signifying howl, she went to take her troops to the next level: on to Giaku. But that was when some of the enemy soldiers broke formation, rushing in a scattered manner toward the rest of Akeru and Shinkou, their charge unorganized but still deadly. Novawing was distracted, hearing especially the words of the loner echo in her mind. Beside her, Echo had closed her mouth, pausing the song, and Shinkou’s beta Raven had come to seek permission to go into Akeru. With all of thes elements, Nova had to come to a split-second decision.

“Fall back,” Nova replied, letting her mild, soft voice carry to all the others. “Fall back to Mizu—defend our home!” If they stayed here, they would be mired in the chaos. It was better to retreat to higher ground and stave off the invasion there.



The wind carried Novawing’s order to Kero’s ears just as he watched the demon he was fighting prepare to finish him off with a deadly-looking orb of energy. With a growl, he charged her in one last effort, trying to keep low—a difficult task for one so large. But if he kept low he could avoid the missile from her mouth. He aimed to attack her legs and get her to collapse. If she fell, he could triumph over her. Triumph—and then fall back to the main territories again, to defend them with just as much vigor. Damn these Giakans! Hopefully Wyndbain and her forces, plus the air raid, would bring damage to them in their homeland.

[Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate}]

The War had begun.

Already, Giaku had provoked the others, and battles were beginning to emerge between the front lines. There was little time left, and the General pressed on with all his might. Never before had he ran with such gusto, but he was on the verge of the fight of his life... this was something he did not take lightly. Giakuan troops of many species, the undead, and the stragglers he had picked up on the way, howled behind him. Unfortunately, Rook had been MIA for the past few months, dealing with his loss of memory. But at the moment, it mattered not.

He knew very few things about himself at the moment.

But he knew what was important.

He was a General, sworn to protect his home and his empress, and that was all he needed.

As they neared the battlefield, he began to slow his pace. He required a moment to ponder how exactly to approach the others. Rook felt he belonged on the front lines, but at the moment Zerxes was adamantly guiding his force toward the forces of Amkeru and Shinkou. What they needed was surprise. They needed an advantage.

Suddenly, Rook darted to the right, finally revealing himself from the haze. He headed straight for the back-lines of his beloved land, calling out to his brethren. He directed those without wings to find their places amongst their equals, and those with wings were to follow him through. Immediately, his troops dispersed, obedient to their leader.

Rook continued to run across the backbone of their forces and winged beasts of all kinds joined with him. All were welcome, so long as they would listen and fight valiantly.

As he ran, he recognized many familiar faces. His heart clenched for but a moment, recognizing that this would be the last time that he would ever see them.

Across the heads of the wolven and the undead, he say bones being flailed to and fro, as though some massive thing was plowing them recklessly. He heard metal clanks and pings, and immediately he recognized the sounds that belonged to the Dakkan. He could not see well enough ahead to know which of the two was causing such mayhem, but he was not particularly fond of either Dakkans he had met, so it mattered not. However, he found it particularly distasteful that such a beast could roam the lands of Giaku freely, claiming no loyalty to anyone, and then so freely destroy their beautiful minions.

There were more important things to deal with, however, so he shook the thoughts from his head and continued to run. He would not allow himself to think anymore, for it only proved to be a distraction. His stomach began to settle and the clenching in his chest subsided as Rook the General took complete control, extinguishing the remnants of Rook the Wolf.

He slowed his run, turned to face those that had chosen to follow him, and let out a mighty, grizzly, blood-curdling howl. They voiced themselves in reply, and Rook began to extend the very wings that had carried him through life. He shot into the air, making a bee-line for the clouds that scattered the sky. As he soared, he heard the cry from Akeru to fall back, but it was soon drowned out by his troops, who screamed their delight.

This was war.

[TheRuddyRaku!]

Behemothic roars emmitted from his fel iron maw as he hewn left and right, seperating bone and rotten sinew with every undead he barged into, his paw bit home on a warriors neck, sending its decapitated skull reeling into a wolf behind. His iron tail was macelike in its swings, he was using every inch of his body to inflict as much damage as he could to the undead, as his paws carried him into futile attempts to dodge.

Clangs of paw on armour echoed throughout his entire body in a chorus of agonised pounding thuds and screeches, as his armour began chipping away, subtlely at first, but how long would it last? He could feel his iron will trying to knot the quickly chipping metal back into place, But even the speedy Dakkanite healing process couldnt catch up with this punishment.

The iron wolf pounded his way to where the nearest Shinkou reinforcement would be, But he doubted he would get there in time. His eyes narrowed in determination as he trudged on, over corpses, Many still alive and trying to drag themselves at the living before his mamothic weight silence them with a footfall of paw on skull.

Once more his tail struck another in the sea of undead and he grinned darkly, His Dark iron form a dark crimson of rich blood, already drying on his navy armour and staining it red. Paw once again connected with skull as a blow hit him in the midsection. His Goal was beccoming a desperate one now as he hewn through undead like a shotgun in a corn feild. In desperation The iron wolf reared onto his hindlegs with a behemothic roar of intimidation and desperation. The iron wolf towered down on the undead with the roar of an avelanche, merely trying to gain the attention of Shinkou and Akeru's forces.

His bellow was a deep resounding one, Never had he screamed so loud in his life, or indeed unlife. His very existence was depending on finding help, The iron behemoth was beccoming weaker with every blow hammered onto his torso, The roar lasted several seconds whilst the Dakkan teetered on his hind-legs and bellowed, His torso suddenly awash with flame, brightening with every moment. Like a flare of holy energy, The white intensity of Magnesium burning like a beacon in a sea of rotting corpses. Those several seconds lit up a portion of the battlefeild with white hot light, an S.O.S if you will.

His magical energy Had depleted in those seconds, such was the intensity of his lightened form and the Dakkan sank to his four paws once more, Blow after blow hammering down on his weakened form. The Veiled Dakkan Made a decision. His chainmail armour, His very being began to uncoil like the wool of a badly knitted sweater and fanned out in an explosion of links, each intwining around the iron behemoth in a thick metal iglu stained with the blood he had so eagerly harvested earlier.

Surrounded in a dome of almost inpenetrable metal he collapsed to the floor, hearing the rings and chimes of blows being dealt to his makeshift sheild. Yes, they couldnt attack him now. But neither could he attack them.

He had tried his best to draw attention and be "Saved" by another on his side, and now he had only to hope. His giant metal sheild the only thing keeping him from almost certain destruction Via horde. As he closed his eyes and lay down in wait,

Praying to Mor'Kheth for his blessing,

Hoping for his Iron Soul.

[Aveilthé]

Raven's words were drowning in the deafening roar of war, but Novawing had heard her. Briefly dipping her muzzle, Raven swiftly called to Shinkou to follow. "Fall back," she echoed Novawing, so that the stragglers understood the situation. "Defend our homeland!"

When all the wolves began to move in, Raven saw with enormous sorrow at the fallen warriors. Feeling her temples throb, she turned her head and desperately hoped that Goth was alright. Wings rustling at her side, she lead half of Shinkou deeper into Akeru territory.

That was when she heard the howl. With golden and orange eyes, she paused and saw another Giaku general, namely Rook, with a hoard of wolves. Baring her teeth, she knew that she had to take him down. She charged at him, her mouth glowing with fire.

She was knocked away. The beam in her mouth shot from her mouth, but not at her intended target. It beamed into the sky before dissipating. Greatly wounded, Dirge fell flat onto her side with a grunt. That bastard, she thought, struggling to get up. By the time she did, that other wolf left her sight.

[riva]

Mut-iarna still watched from above, seeing dozens of wolves streak past her, both in the air and on the ground. "So, they're retreating...? Hmm, well this isn't really my problem then." she let out a half-sorrowful. half-contented sigh. She would not have to worry about fighting for anymore.

The battle itself, and the wounded and dying that littered the desert sand below her, would stay for a much longer time, if only as a memory. She juggled her thoughts back and forth, debating between following and staying back where she was.

She circled down to the ground, as the last of the stragglers past her. Mut-iarna landed in the soft, blood-soaked sand, and turned her head to watch them leave. "Good luck, miss Nova, you'll need it." she thought to Novawing.

Mut-iarna decided to stay back, and she what she could do about the wounded, then leave once night had settled to cool down the land.

This wasn't exactly how she had hoped her day would turn out.

[Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate}]

Rook had taken to the skies with his brethren. His goal was to push Akeru's forces even further into their home, until they were running for their lives. Then, and only then, could he rush back to Giaku and help defend against Wyndbain. Curse that witch, and her tactics. If he had arrived sooner, he might have been able to hinder them and possibly even prevent them from entering his beloved home. But this was not a time for 'what ifs'.

As he flew, he spotted a dark fae hurling herself towards him, her mouth aglow. She seemed rather angry. Or was it determined? Desperate? He recognized her face, but knew not her name. Whatever her emotions, her intentions were clear. And he would not allow it.

He called out to his troops,

"Press forward, everyone! Do not succumb to this! You are warriors! I shall rejoin you soon, I have something to attend to."

He turned and looked behind him, taking in the sight of his army. As a father loves his son, or a brother loves his brethren, he bid them godspeed and dove towards the female.

Immediately, his claws and teeth began to harden until they were like steel. His heart-beat quickened, as did his breathing. The wind moaned in his ears as he plunged, his fur shaking violently.

Another howl erupted from his maw. He was ready.

[Felypsa]

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