All May Come!

[kooky]

Somewhere, far from the sight and disapproval of others, two black furred wolvens were raging one-on-one war with each other; despite the lack of numbers within the battle, the damage to some of the natural growth was at a high level. Ripped up flowers and torn up dirt clumps littered the ground while occasional blood slapped against the smaller rocks or logs. How or why the fight had started, neither wolven could remember, yet the two dark figures had been tearing at each other for several hours now; their fierce anger growing as every minute slipped by. One of the fighters was Arra, formerly known as Fierce, and an outsider could speculate that her only reasons for battle involved some sort of terrible plot. The other wolven was the younger Numl, a former friend of Fierce, and he held no sense of mercy upon his face as he fought against his former alley.

It was unclear how much damage the two had caused upon the other or who had the most injuries, their dark pelts disgusied and covered most of the wounds. Arra's right hind leg did appear to have a limp to it and Numl's left ear was handing on be flimsy muscle threads.

Arra dodged under Numl's front legs when he tried to slam her down with his paws; she ducked underneathe him before she rolled over and clawed at his stomach. However, her technique had a consequence, when he fell forward, he landed on top of her and was able to pin her down for a few moments. Being pinned like that brought a small pang of terror into her heart, even though she knew he was far to surprised by her attack to return the favor.

Numl stumbled off Arra, too preoccupied with the gashes in his chest area to bother attacking her; his gaze feel beneathe him and he started at the fat droplets of blood which clung to his fur. He took a few seconds to recover, luckily Arra didn't charge, before he growled threateningly and turned his attention toward the wolfess, "You will pay for that.

[erynia]

The echoing snarls in the far distance allured her, the all-too familiar sounds somewhat welcoming to her tender harks. She broke into a steady lope across the verdid plain which was now shrouded in a blanket of darkness as the rays of Helios died to the west. As silent as a silver shadow, the ivory faemora trotted forth, following the distant sounds of the ensueing battle. What could they be fighting about? No one could tell by the ferocity of the strikes, and the scent of the blood wafting from the center of the duo's battlefield was strong to her senses, the perfume carried by the wind.

Faemora curled her haunches downward, sitting in a poised physique, her ivory stature silent as the enviornment around her, watching in a blissful silence. Cerulean orbs took in the movements of the fighters, and her own delicate yet sinew'd frame tensed, as if preparing to flee, should the battle turn upon her own self. She would watch for a while longer, then she would voice out her soft call, for reasons she herself could not name precisely.

[kooky]

Arra opened her mouth, ready to issue some witty remark or seductive threat, but her attention was momentarily occupied by the arrival of some wolfess; she prided herself in knowing most of the wolves from the pack, but this one was unfamiliar to her. She didn't want Numl to back away from the fight, and he would definitely do so if he realized there was an audience growing, so she quickly moved her eyes back to the mascu, "Am I supposed to be frightened, Numl? You seem to be forgetting that I help raise you."

"Raise me? Raise me?! You never raised me, you murdered the wolfess that raised me!" Numl was outraged, that creature was pretending to have played Fierce's role, probably to throw his guard off; he crouched down, for barely a split second, before he lunged at his opponet.

[erynia]

The fae saw... The fae knows... Thought the ivory wolfess. There was a brief moment where the oculars of the one fae, orbs alight with the ferocity of the battle, had been cast upward at the audience, then quickly thrown back to her opponent. Apparently, she does not wish for me to end the battle... I will watch for now. And so she did.

[kooky]

Arra dashed forward slightly, allowing Numl's hind legs to straddle her neck area while his front paws landed behind her; she feel down and rolled over, her claws ripping at his hind legs while her teeth tore at his tail. He tried to move away, but she rolled back on to her feet and held on, she would pull on his tail and he would try to pull away; if this continued, then the tug-of-war would cause him to lose his tail.

[erynia]

Káletárë watched as the intensity of the battle continued, and showed no signs of waning. One of them had already barely lost an ear, and the other was straining with an injured leg. The blood perfume wafting from the battlefield was strong, and strenuous 'gainst her tender snout, and she leaned forth, her azure orbs now locked upon the fae who knew that she was watching. Orbs glistened as they caught Luna's evanescent rays, and she hunched her back a bit. She was very familiar with the concept of pain, and while it was a reality of life that was best dealt with in a strong and bold manner, one could not easily forget the physical and emotional scars that resulted. She herself had a dual seal of scars that ran along her ivory dorsal, the remnants of her own father's attempt at murdering her for his own wellbeing. The thought of such a thing sickened her personally, and she watched, hoping that she needn't leap in, for she knew that it wasn't her place. She strained to keep herself quiet, but it was awful to watch such ferocity among what seemed two well-acquainted kindred.

[kooky]

Rrrriippppp! Numl's tail had been pulled to far and it now hung, held on by a few stray flesh threads, while blood gushed through the newly opened wound; he could only stand the pain for so long, with his tail a victim of fighting, he ran.

Arra was left with the taste of Numl's blood on her tongue as she laughed at his retreating back.

[Monkey Monk]

The voices of two wolvens would soon reach the ears of all those at the scene of the fight. At first their words were muffled as they spoke, yet soon they could be heard clearly.
"...don't understand why he wants us to kill him."
"Because Luke! He hates that old coot as much as I do! And now that we have Icewolf's trust it will be a matter of time!"
The first voice seemed to doubt the second's words.
"But he has another reason. I can feel it."
"No shit he has another reason. He wants to please his ma..."
But his sentance was broken off as the two creature apeared through the shadows. One was a massive wolf. His muscles were rock hard as was his skull. The second was smaller and much quicker, both on his head and on his feet. Other than the difference in size the two looked exactly the same. Both had jet black pelts and vivid red eyes. Yet the smaller one adorned a golden chain around his neck and a patch of the same material over his left eye.
Those two did not seem interested in the femme hidden nearby. Nor were they focused on the state of the scene. Their eyes looked directly at Arra.

[kooky]

Arra raised her head, the blood from Numl's torn tail dripping from her mouth, and she raised her eyes towards the two intruders; vicious dark optics scanned over Luke and the other wolf, her mind soaking them up, before she smirked, "Well, well...what have we here?"

From what she caught of the conversation, the two wolves had been talking of a suicidal wolf, "...don't understand why he wants us to kill him." , and some about his mother?..."No shit he has another reason. He wants to please his ma..." or was the wolf about to say mate?

[Monkey Monk]

Luke nudged his larger companion's shoulder, never breaking his eyes from the femme.
As if he had read the other's mind he snarled viciously. "Yes dipshit that's her. Just keep your mouth shut."
The smaller one grunted and nodded. "All right Kindare. I don't want to ruin Tag.."
Before he could finish his sentance Kindare knocked him down ferociously. "I SAID SHUT UP!"

[kooky]

She gave an innocent little smile before she took a small steap forward, "What about Tag? I assume you're talking about Taggerung, correct?"

[Monkey Monk]

Luke jumped up and nodded. "Aye ma'am. The very same. We met him many summers ago and he saved our lives. Needless to say we owed him a favor and recently he cashed in."
Kindare growled lowly and shook his head. "She asked if we knew him not for our life stories."

[kooky]

Arra just gave Luke a smile, "Well aren't you the polite one. Now, can you tell me where Tagger is?"

[Monkey Monk]

Luke opened his jaw to speak but his brother silenced him with a blow to his head.
Kindare looked at the femme before speaking. "Aye we could. But I don't think we will." He didn't see any reason to disclose to this femme the location of their friend. Even if she was Tagger's mate she seemed alot different then Tagger had described her. She acted alot different. A bit like himself acually. And he didn't trust anyone who was like himself.