"Time to go?" mused Ramsay as he and
@Euron padded toward the south-eastern edge of the Vale under the pall of late evening. He asked because he was unsure; though he had spent virtually no time with his packmates, from whom he assumed only judgment and spite, he didn't know if the same was true for his sibling. Perhaps Euron would want to stay, in which case Ramsay would as well. His loyalty to his family ran incredibly deep, but of his family, Euron was the highest on that list.
He thought momentarily of Maegi and his mouth felt bitter, so he swallowed it down and shouldered ahead. He wanted to know how she was holding up—he and Euron were well, very nearly fully grown, all gangling limbs and little muscle to speak of—but she had made her choice, and they theirs. Ramsay was weak for wondering after her and he knew it.
The borders loomed ahead of them suddenly, but the young mercenary, rather than stopping and heeding them, simply surged on ahead. If he was capable of turning his head he would have shot Euron a conspiratorial look—there was no excitement in this new pack, so why not make their own? He trusted his equally chaotic litter mate would be just as willing to cause some trouble as he was. Ramsay was in search of an outlet for all the feelings pent up inside him, the grief and the frustration and the tension. Mounting various objects had been his form of stress release in the days since Cicero's death, but perhaps something a little
more was needed.
So without much thought at all, Ramsay passed right over the Sunspire borders and kept on going with a narrow grin on his black lips. If they passed through without being accosted, great. If not, well, he was spoiling for some fun.
Please allow Euron to post first, both are trespassing. Quick note that I am happy to play no consent with Ramsay, meaning attackers decide the damage they do (short of killing him) and do not need permission to cause damage, buuut if you choose no consent, you are giving me permission to do the same with your char. :D I'm also good with limited or full consent if that is the preference.
^ basically what she said but I am not consenting to the taking of any appendages is all :)
"I think so. But where?" he asked, twitching an ear and canting his head. Back to the dark woods came to mind. But Euron could not fathom a reason to. There was no one there he cared to see and as much as he favored the forest and desired for his paws to tread familiar ground, the idea of associating with what remained of the pack agitated him. He especially did not want to look upon his sister's face; the thought made him clench his teeth briefly, before he shoved her from her thoughts and reminded himself that he did not care about her.
He could not explain it but he felt a need to
go, and was encouraged by the dawning realization that being on his feet and doing things seemed to keep his reflection from interfering with him. Still, he had not been able to sleep, and the usual grace of his steps was beleaguered with exhaustion such that he occasionally dragged his toes and often scowled because of the effort required, and wanted for nothing but his bed. He might have left his brother and sought fruitless rest, but following Ramsay beyond the vale had imbued him with a bit more energy, and a tingling of excitement that he had not felt in a long time. He was reminded of old times, and picked his head up a bit as he trailed after his shadowy sibling.
They pressed past the border of a nearby pack. Though he had not been taught much (how could he have been when he practically raised himself), he understood enough the significance of borders.
"Mm, you are being bad," Euron hummed, trailing into a whisper-quiet titter as his mouth drew into a fiendish half-smile.
"That is good. Keep going," he encouraged brightly, suddenly feeling alive and
awake as he drew forward to be shoulder to shoulder with his partner in crime.
fine with limited consent (: preferably no broken limbs etc.
terance was... concerned. the scent of not one but two tindome wolves passed by him, and they were just too nearby for him to convince himself that they were on the other side of the border. his gaze narrowed and he abandoned his post at the borders to go after them-- praying he was wrong.
he saw them-- they were an ugly pair, specifically the darker of the two. and they certainly smelled like delight had-- but... they were trespassing. a low but meaningful growl rumbled in his throat, hoping to grab their attention. and if they ignored him, surely they'd hear him as he called out, "this alliance does not give you permission to trespass!" terance might've attacked the pair immediately, had he been stupid enough to take on two wolves at once-- and had he been more decisive on what to do in a situation like this.
It didn't take the pack long to convene around the trespassing pair of juveniles; Ramsay listened with some interest as they arrived at their rear, and his gaze slide sidelong to Euron. Had they been waiting? They were prompt, much prompter than he would have expected, but strangely not a one of them made an aggressive move. He swung his body sidelong to look at them. The first was a growling dark man, prowling up from behind them; the second a pale she-wolf that came up behind the first; and the third a goldish-creamish male whose fur colour would have interested Ramsay when he was younger, but not anymore.
He turned back away from them despite the growled threat and the voices. He was interested only in going forward, past this mountain and beyond. They were being very, very tolerant and reasonable, but unfortunately, it fell on deaf ears. Ramsay was an anarchist who had never held a shred of respect for authority in his life besides Cicero; it was no wonder he ignored them so easily, despite possessing all the instinct of a wolf that told him he was, as Euron had pointed out, being bad. They were in danger, but they were chaotic, the two brothers. They were playing with fire here, knew it, and loved it.
"Pack wants no alliance with weaklings, so says leader," Ramsay cryptically dismissed before they were suddenly cut off by some creamy fourth wolf promptly invading their personal space and chiding them like babies. Ramsay's reaction was immediate: Seabreeze got in their way and got in their faces, and his hunched spine lifted into a bristling mohawk one second before he lunged forward and slammed his jaws shut on her muzzle, digging his teeth hard into her flesh, but not hard enough to damage the bone or underlying structures of her delicate face. Just enough to scream
get the hell out of my face.
Since it's 4v2 now and pack advantage is firmly established, would strongly prefer that no others join unless they are Rannoch and/or Liffey just to keep this moving at a decent pace, thanks to those who have joined! <3
It took no time at all for him and his brother to find themselves surrounded, and for Euron to feel that familiar electric thrill crackle along his spine and down his limbs. It was intense; perhaps because he knew by instinct the dire predicament he was in; certainly because Euron had been numb and it been a long time since he felt such excitement and energy. It awakened him, and he loudly giggled in a sharp high pitch — "TEE HEE HEEEEE!" — as Ramsay lied in reply and then struck out at the last female to arrive.
Made animate by his fervor, and spurred his brother's brazen attack, Euron took no time before he followed up by darting for Seabreeze's paw while Ramsay punished her face. The patchwork boy's teeth chomped down on her toes and sliced the flesh there, painfully bruising flesh and bone before he scampered back. He expected retaliation from her or someone else but he was poised to duck, dodge and dance to avoid anything he could, in the manner of a dastardly eel.
ho boy. seabreeze was just not good at keeping herself safe-- terance was quickly realizing this with a heavy blow to the heart(and mental health). it seemed that every time there was some sort of scuffle, whether it be at the borders or otherwise, seabreeze was right there getting in the way. and, bless her heart, she meant well-- surely-- but god damn terance wished she'd just stand back and not offer herself up as a chew toy.
and so, of course, she inserted herself into the middle of it all before he could stop her-- and truly, what control over seabreeze did terance even have?-- and was lunged at almost immediately by the stumpy looking one. terance, still on edge and especially now that seabreeze had arrived, was ready. and when ramsay lunged, so did terance, timing it just at the same time as the patchy one did. his teeth mashed down on the scruff of the youth, burying themselves into the flesh.
no verbal command was issued, but terance's actions surely spoke for themselves-- attack.
we have the pack advantage in numbers-- but for the record terance is the only one with any sort of mercenary skill LMAO. not sure how much the pups have? but this should be interesting regardless!
Sorry, didn't realize Seabreeze was made a PPC.
Partly by his own strength and partly by Terance's interference, Ramsay wrenched his head back, drawing several ugly lines down the length of Seabreeze's muzzle before he let go. Pain blossomed from the back of his neck as he was dragged back, and then the weight of Sunspire's sentinel was on him. Terance had the advantage in terms of age, size and experience, so for a while Ramsay struggled and snapped, heedless of the other wolves for the most part. He saw the white one lunge for Euron from the corner of his eye and wrenched his shortened body in his brother's direction, but Terance held him firm, and he lost it.
The only advantage that Ramsay had was his unusual shape. His center of gravity was different than Terance's, and because his hindquarters were closer to his shoulders by a lot, his maneuverability beneath the Sunspire wolf also differed. He swung his body, using the increased space between himself and Terance's hind legs to kick his out, and suddenly he was collapsing and rolling, snarling and snapping as he went in a bid to free himself from the Sunspire wolf's hold. Blood dripped from his nape from the deep wound inflicted upon him by Terance's fangs, but the pain was ignored for now; Euron was in trouble and he would be damned if he didn't get free to help his litter mate.
Though he skittered around, there was a lot happening in a short span and the young wolf could not foresee nor avoid it all. Grinning maniacally and laughing, he swung for the dark male that had seized his brother, but found himself snared instead as a white female set her fangs into his scruff. Euron was thrilled by his capture and the danger it presented, and he cackled even louder... until a lance of pain shot through his temple and interrupted it with a yelp. He felt dazed. The world darkened around him and would not hear his cry of protest.
"No!"
Then he was writhing like a feral cat, twisting and contorting until he had extricated himself from the wolf's grasp, tearing his flesh through her teeth in the process. Despite the pain and the urgency of his actions, he had become strangely soundless and expressionless.
Blood saturated his fur. He collected his paws beneath him and made to flee as Ramsay pried himself from the dark male. "Run," he commanded levelly, as his limber body stretched into a gallop and never looked back.
"Stop!"
"Ramsay!"
this tiny tiny post is based off the predetermined ending... please lmk if i need to alter anything.
the stumpy wolf shook beneath him, and only when terance tore a chunk of flesh from where he held him did the beta let go. the child fled after his sibling, but not being a few snaps were exchanged between him and goldy. terance bristled, but gave a loud growl in a command to his wolves to hold back. let them go.
Euron fled, freeing Ramsay up to do the same. He shook wildly under Terance's hold and felt white hot pain sear along the back of his shortened neck as he tore free of the Beta. Only then did another source of pain register—the golden wolf had a hold on his leg, but it was tenuous still and the young Melonii acted immediately. Lips skimming back from his bloodied teeth, Ramsay swung like a small wrecking ball and dug his teeth into the side of Goldy's muzzle, but didn't stick around to do any lasting damage; quick as that, with leg and scruff freed, the dwarf took off running with a mild limp.
His destination was not Tindome—he wasn't stupid—but the lands beyond the mountains.