The End of the Defenders?

[Monkey Monk]

The trees moaned and groaned in their ageless lives. Their song echoed through their tall, slender figures. Birds sang into the air as far below on the forest floor trekked three wolvens.
One was grey furred with bright green eyes. His muscles were sinewy. The cords flexed with each step forth. Foliage was throughout the matted fur. Slowly those eyes of his darted around quickly, as if the creature expected some mysterious foe to leap from the brush.
Another of these mascus was grey pelted too. His eyes were of a darker green and his stature was held in pride. Slowly he followed the third wolven with pride. This being looked as if he was ready to die.
Finally was the third of these behemoths. His pelt was of a majestic white tinged with the faintest blue. Large angelic wings were folded at his side. Fierce, icey blue eyes were darting around as he led the other two to unknown ends. He was obviously the unapointed leader. Upon his right foreleg were two curious things. One was a scar that ran the length of his appendage, right down to the bone. And the other was something that all three of these wolvens bore. It was the mark of the Defender. Molten gold casted into a a pattern carved directly into the skin of the wolven. It deplicted a serpeant curled about a dagger. This mark had meant many things. Originally it was a sign to ward off bad spirits. Then it became the mark of perhaps one of the most feared groups of wolvens in the North, the Elite. Yet the Elite were no more. Their remainder had formed the Defenders, a group that sought to atone for their past sins.
Yet something was curious about these three wolvens. They carried themselves like warriors setting foot to battle. They looked ready to die...

Meanwhile three quite opposite wolvens trekked forth to a clearing. All of the trio bore a pelt of black. Two of them seemed to be twins.
One of the twins was much larger. His pitch black fur was unbroken, silky like a shadow. Those vicious red eyes of his looked around at everything loathingly. Much hate was within this creature. To anyone who would want to categorize him, they would find the title evil to be suiting. This mascu got much pleasure off the pain of others. He was the twisted creation of a once beautiful creature in both body and soul. Now some perverted outside force had made him it's bastard son. However, he was loyal to his friends and was trustworthy.
The other of the pair was much smaller. Yet his cunningness was apparent. He was much like his brother in many ways. They both shared the blood lust that had craved their family for generations. Yet this one had no left eye. A golden patch covered the empty socket. WHile a chain of the same metal encircled his neck.
The one who led these two killing machines was much worse than them. His black fur was mixed with scars and red streaks every so often. This being would not be classified as 'evil' he was acually quite nice most of the time. Yet recent complications with his one love and the need for revenge upon his former leader had awoke his darkness. The darkness that now shrowded his eyes and led him towards blood. Blood red eyes gazed around as the sound of clinking metal could be heard. His claws were long and curved, made from an unbreakable alloyd. This was most definately the most deadly part of him, besides his persistantness of course. A round scar on his right foreleg told that he once bore this mark of the Elite. Yet he had long abandoned his servitude. Now he sought to make sure that not one Defender walked the earth for the rest of eternity.

[Monkey Monk]

The three dark pelted creature paused in a clearing. There were stones jutting out of the ground every once and a while. The grass was high and wild. It was perfect. The one with the metal claws looked to the mascus on either side of him. Without a word they understood what he wanted them to do. Quickly those twin warriors dashed off into the shadows. Silently the only one left from the trio climbed atop a boulder. His haunches lay down on the stone as he waited patiently. The wind blew strongly into his face, causing a slight smirk to come across his lips.

[Relairah]

As these six wolves came forth, three upon each side and seemingly to verse as if in a war, the leaders quite obvious perhaps, they might have known little of another. In the shadows of the trees a large wolven trotted along, seemingly lost in thought, at least temporarily. Blood red orbs gazed about, pelt of black, with thick fur rippled about, streaks of white and blue embeded in that pelt could plainly be seen. His large round head was slightly dipped, small sharply pointed ears twitching. His short, muscled maw was pointed downwards, nostrils flared as if he followed some scent, when really he didn't. Short, but rather thick neck held that head, and was carried upon bulky shoulders that lead to long, sturdy limbs and large paws, encasing long, sharp claws. He had a long, rounded body, thinner towards his backside, and his long, slender tail simply hung behind him as if a mere ribbon of some sort. Long, black feathers ruffled also, as his large wings were folded over his back. They too were black with white streaks, and blue tips. This was his mere description.

After a while, he paused in his step, raising his head, auds swiveled and he turned, sniffing the air. Ah, a battle was coming, he could sense it. A smirk came to his lips, perhaps he should join in the fun? He burst into a slow canter-like pace, going easily foward, yet was surprised to find there were not yet any voices could be yet heard.

At last he slowed, seeing their forms now ahead of him, and came to a stop, now standing beneath the shadows of the tree beside him. He watched, wondering what was soon to come. Hmm, it seemed he was right. A battle of some sort. Who was the side he should pick if he were to join? He didn't even know these wolves. Gaze wandered and it perhaps soon became obvious to him to which side would be perhaps called the "evil side" that is to his concerns. Well, perhaps at first he should merely wait in the shadows. Besides, a good surprise was always fun.

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[Monkey Monk]

When the three Defenders broke through the tree line into the clearing they saw only Tagger, sitting upon his stone calmly. They were not surprised to see him. Even though his being there had been devoid of their knowing. Instantly the two grey ones tensed up, ready to fight. Yet the white one remained calm. He looked to his comrades. "Relax Falchion, Savage..." The white furred mascu looked up to his enemy. "Tagger...why is it you want to fight me?"

Slowly the metal clawed wolven rose to his paws. He took a step towards the three Defenders and growled. "I want you dead because it is your fault that most cringe in fear of me when I travel. You want to atone for your sins by protecting when it is all wrong. You have ruined my life, made my mate hate me and in turn let her be made into something she is not. I will kill you for this. Your body will rot here while your head remains as a trophy for my deeds. Once you are dead, I will kill no more. You will be my last work of art."
The twins watched their friend from the shadows. Suddenly the smaller one, Luke, perked his ears. Someone else was watching them. He motioned to his brother and they slinked off in search of the intruder.

[Relairah]

Frostbite stood there, simply watching, waiting. Gaze fell on the white brute and the two others. Tagger was the brute on the boulder's name. Eyes narrowed and he listened with almost interest. He looked at the white brute as he spoke, then blood red gaze fell on Tagger, waiting for the other's reply.

Then, as the wolven spoke, he smirked slightly. Hmm, this seemed like something he wanted to get involved in. Besides, the one who was speaking was...outnumbered? Blood red orbs looked around, something telling him it wasn't so but soon he shrugged and turned back to the two that spoke, and seemingly were "leaders" of some kind. His tail twitched, he completely unaware of the other two, for his attention was not on his surroundings, and he began to slink towards them amongst the shadows, his blood red orbs and maybe even a few of the white streaks that lined his fur were the only evidence of his presence, for despite his masive size, he was able to move quite silently.

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[Monkey Monk]

Already the twins had located the intruder. Kindare, the bigger one, tapped on the other's shoulder. As they would spin to face the unknown, Luke would raise his tail to his lips in a motion for silence. The two twins glared at his quiety.

Icewolf stared down at Tagger calmly. His voice was unwavering, even though the two other defenders were tense and ready for battle. "If it is to be that way then so be it. But my life will not come free. You know exactly what happens to the ones who kill our kind."

Tagger smirked and flexed his muscles tightly, the metal claws clicking on the stone beneath. "If I have to retain a part of you to see you draw your last breath then I will have to deal with it."

[Relairah]

Frostbite turned, eyes narrowing as he layed eyes on the other two and frowned, almost growling but when the one gave the notion of silence he scowled and turned his attention back to Tagger and Icewolf. He was completely clueless to exactly what they meant as far as for "punishment for killing of our kind" but no matter. His tail twitched, and he then realized that perhaps whoever he was wasn't outnumbered afterall. Hmm, so if he joined in to help him out, he shook his head, did he really need help anyway? Who cared, it looked like fun. Besides, he hadn't tasted blood except for that of rabbit lately, and it was getting old. He remembered the taste of wolf blood, and he remembered he had liked it.

He gave a glance at Kindare and Luke briefly, still not speaking. So, did they have some sort of plan they were doing? Most likely. So, would he have to sit off to the sidelines and miss all the fun...as usual. He shook his fur lightly, not knowing why but he had, and muttered under his breath, "You both could get your heads snapped off doing that," and muttered it with a frown.

[Monkey Monk]

The twins shook their heads, one spoke but it could not be told which one. His voice was low and barely audible. "Not us."

Tagger slowly began to pad towards the three defenders, a certain swagger in his step. His sharp claws cut into the earth slowly with each step. "So are we going to do this Icey?"

Silently, Luke slid off into the shadows, disapearing from sight and all senses. The pawns were being moved.

Instantly Savage and Falchion, the two other defenders, flew into battle positions. Neither of them could defeat Tagger on their own. He had always been the strongest besides for Deathblood and Icewolf. Icewolf, in fact, at that moments was relatively calm. Either he was over confident or didn't fear death.

[Relairah]

He raised a brow at their words, but as the one slunk away, he turned his attention back to the others, but soon smirked once more. Ah, it seemed things were beginning to pick up. He backed up slightly, glancing at Kindare and wondering if the other were to follow. He didn't need to be told what to do, but he also didn't want to get anyone pissed off.

Hmm, maybe pop up out of nowhere later, for now he wanted to watch, just for a moment. He knew soon that he would most likely get involved, but it wasn't like it was anything bad. He now paid no more attention to the two, not really caring about them at all anyway.

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[Monkey Monk]

Icewolf tensed hiddenly as his foe crept forth. His cold blue eyes studying Tagger, wondering which of the forms he had been taught would be used.

The behemoth of a mascu padded forth towards his former leader. Those metal claws flexed eagerly, wishing to tear through wolven flesh one last time. His mind too was running over which of the techiniques was best. A smirk came to his face as he suddenly leapt forth at Icewolf wildly, teeth seeking out the creature's neck flesh.

Suddenly the twins leapt forth from the shadows, slicing at the two defender's with their sharp claws and ferocious fangs. Blood lust gleamed in their eyes hungrily as the attacked. When one fell, they both moved to finish the last one.

Falchion watched his horror as his life time friend was killed before his very eyes. Savage fell the the ground with a dull thump, his head spinning on the ground a few feet away. With a loud roar he attacked the twins with a great ferocity, no longer would he fight with honor.

[Relairah]

Frostbite watched as the first wolf went down and as the scent of fresh blood reached his nostrils, he twitched in a sort of lustfull manner. He slinked backwards, trotting easily in the shadows toward them, eagerly wanting to join in.

He broke into an easy canter-like pace and stopped standing in the shadows, red eyes gleaming. His tail twitched, and at last he lurched, not caring what the others would say or do. He went after Falchion as well, licking his lips almost.

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[Monkey Monk]

Almost instantly the larger of the twins broke from the fight to engage in battle with the new wolven. His blood lust great as he lunged at the unknown mascu, his sharp claws at first going for the foe's neck but quickly switching it's target to the knees at the last moment.

Meanwhile, Luke, the smaller one, was fighting against Falchion fiercely, his swiftness was amzing. Blows struck at many different spots spilt seconds apart.

Falchion watched as a third warrior attacked at him but was soon fended off. The wild warrior sliced and bit at his enemy, recieving several wounds of his own. Powerfully he aimed a back swipe at the other's head.

Tagger fought against Icewolf wildly, his former leader vunerable to the metal claws. That white furred creature kept dodging each blow, furthering the black mascu's anger to a gurgling mass of insanity. The attacks flew left and right, up and down. Yet he left himself open and was struck hard, causing dirt to fly as he sprawled back.

Icewolf watched as his foe suffered from the blow. Quickly he leapt forth and went to strike at the temporarily exposed neck, his fangs gleaming. Yet before those hungry teeth could sink into flesh they were knocked away. Tagger rose and so the battle ensued.

[Relairah]

Frostbite was unexpectedly attacked by Kindare, but he immediately switched his attention, getting a hard blow to the knee, but soon regaining himself. He was afterall a rather thickly built wolf. He growled, blood red orbs gleaming, and slashed back at the wolven whom had attacked him with deadly fangs. Tail twitched, deep angry snarls and growls rumbling in his throat. Deadly sharp claws slashed at Kindare's sides and legs, he hoping to cut down the mascu before him.

His attention was no longer on anyone but this wolven, at least for now. And, he knew he might die during this, but so what, what did he really have to lose anyway. However, he would not simply give in, and his blood lust was too great. His great body was not exactly the swiftest, but he was rather smart. His amulet jungled about on its chain hanging around his thick neck, shimmering now and then, but not showing any signs of releasing any sort of abilities, not yet anyway. There was no need, yet.

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[Monkey Monk]

Luke fought against Falchion fiercely. His blows were quick and skilled. Yet the not so experienced fighter was hit hard in the side and went flying through the air. His head bashed against a tree and he fell to the ground unmovingly.

Kindare watched as his brother flew through the air. When his sibling did not stir he cried out in pain. "Luke!' His red eyes darted from his opponent to Falchion. Those eyes of his began to glower in anger. Shadows seemed attracted to his body, almost as if dark energy was forming. With a loud battle cry he leapt into the air. Time almost seemed to slow. As his figure soared through the air, a silvery substance came from the base of his claws. It covered ever deady didget then hardened, making them like metal. It was then that time returned to normal. With a spin, Kindare struck at Falchion's surprised face, the metal tearing through flesh.

Falchion yowled out in pain as his face was mutilized. Yet he did not have time for a leisurely recovery. Before he could think he was forced to dodge and block several attacks.

Icewulf and Tagger continued to fight fiercely. The two behemoths fought with ferocity that was amazing. Each dealt blows to each other, and each bled profusely. Soon Icewolf took to flight, his wings carrying him into the ari, Tagger at his heels. It was in the heavens they continued their battle. Fighting above the clouds and becoming a distant dot in the sky. The rising moon looked down at the two foes, watching as they battle to destroy each other.

[Relairah]

Frostbite growled, then was surprised when his oponent whirled and went after Falchion. He growled, tail twitching and he turned, trotting toward the unmoving form of the other: Luke. He sniffed him, then turned, ah, probably best not to mess with him. The brute over attacking with whatever element he was using, if he was using one, would no doubt go insane if he touched this one. He snorted, snarling slightly, the blood lust inside him fighting against his descision. He turned, watching Falchion and Kindare a moment, then turning to watch Icewolf and Tagger. None of these wolves were familiar to him at all. He didn't care.

His gaze fell on Savage. He growled softly, then trotted toward the lifeless form. He dipped his head, sniffing at him then looked up. He really could care less about the others, and so he dipped his head once more, baring his fangs and slashing at the wolf that lay there. ((It wouldn't be powerplaying since he's dead to say he began to lick at the wolf's blood o.0 would it???))

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