Star was exercising again. Long legs stretched with fine muscles as she ran alongside the creek. Keep going, Idiot. Run faster. "Shut up!" She yelled, and slowed to catch her breath. Looks like you got slower. Can't keep up, Can ya? She hated the voice in her head, always telling her she was not good enough. She was great, she told herself. Long as she was strong, maybe it could make up for her other looks. Star began to run faster again. She hoped she wouldn't look like this her whole life.
Silvermane was walking throughout the wary forests, making a stroll to relax the tensed and aching muscles from the accident. His body was still in mild pain, but most of the blood, pus, and deep tissue wounds have been cleared up. Also, the migraines decreased to a minimum. As he was walking, he was already coming near the Swiftcurrent Creek. He could smell it, the smell of wolves was near, or atleast thats what he thought. Yet as he was walking, he could hear something very faint, as it was a bit far away Shut Up! he heard. Was there a wolf nearer than he thought? Surely by the words there was more... He crouched down, and put his head low, tail spiked.
Silvermane slowly began to approach where the sound came from, but as he did, he once again heard some footsteps, but these were fast and sprintful, yet he heard only one pair. Silvermane quickly dashed after it, he had nothing to do, and he wanted to find out what this entire thing was about. Unusual about himself, as he tended not to care.. but this could be interesting. Was this an outlaw? a Slave? a trespasser to the Swiftcurrent Creek? His mind boggled as he quickly sprinted off, his ears were pricked up to listen to the sound, and he pushed himself to go "Halt!" he barked as he dashed behind, hoping to catch the running beast.
Star heard a loud voice call out. "Halt!" Probably one of the new members thinks I'm a trespasser. She thought with a roll of her eyes. She turned around to see... Another fluffy white wolf, except he looked less like a puppy and more like an adult. He was also taller and more muscular than her. "What is it?" She asked, and hoped he hadn't heard her yell at herself. He would surely think her crazy for having voices in her head. Then she caught a faint whiff of his scent. It wasn't the Creek scent, but... It was odd.... Star thought she could smell Shadow's scent oh him. How...?
Silvermane was taken aback when the white wolf which had shot off into the distance stopped without actually caring that Silvermane might not be from her pack. Silvermane re-straightened his pose to make himself look bigger, and he asked quickly "First of all, Where is the other wolf?" he inquired, hoping that the wolf that this gal was talking to. Silvermane pushed himself abit back, and looked over his shoulder to see if this was a idea to ambush him.. Surely this snow-white female wasn't that stupid to just stop in danger... right? Perhaps he was just overestimating the Swiftcurrent Creek's pack's intelligence.
A savage growl escaped the large male's jaws as he prowled closer, having come upon the scene and only hearing Star's demand of his trespass. Scimitar did not wait for an answer -- with the hint of his rivals scent upon the air, his eyes gleamed in the direction of the other.. And without further warning, he unleashed. Barreling forward, Scimitar made to sidestep Star, his ears slick upon his skull as his jaws opened to aim a snap at the ivory stranger's face. He was not welcome here, and Scimitar had never tolerated trespassers.
He wasn't about to start now.
a crime so old as the sky and bone
Of course, these thoughts all passed very quickly. Moments after she followed her alpha into the fight. Her white fangs gleamed. It reminded her of a last name she used to have, but she'd dropped it when she left behind her father. She wanted the smallest trace of his effect on her as possible, and if that meant dropping his last name, Snowfang, so be it. Star snapped her jaws at the silver trespasser's heels, and barreled into him hard, attempting to knock him over.
With his teeth snapping to empty air, the other made to plow their head in to his chest -- something that would certainly give them more of a headache than anything else. It slowed him, and while the tiny frame of Star leapt to the others hind paws (she was suddenly protecting their borders now?) he instead chose to take his current position to his benefit, rather than back away.
The other's muzzle was swung in to his chest, and that left the entirety of his spine open to Scimitar. With a low snarl, the behemoth male aimed a swift bite to grab hold of the man's back -- whether or not he was successful, he would not clamp hard. He did not seek to maim but his warning was certainly clear -- leave these claimed lands, or damage would be done.
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Silvermane was mostly occupied on the large male, which was seeming to be the largest threat right now. He didnt want to hurt the psychopath, but he had to find the reason of the attack, he felt the shove of the female, and before he attempted to dodge the attack, he attempted to shove the gal out of his way, so that he would not harm her more,
Silvermane was caught at the back, he felt pain in his back, and was worried that the Psychopath would end his life, but it couldnt be, the maniac had spared the woman, so he would hopefully be less ruthless, but he could not predict it, He has seen alot of people, and some didnt act as they were. Perhaps he would kill the female later? And with that thought he tried to pull away, so he could rip his own skin to remove himself from the crazed male's grasp. Shame that guy was attacking you, hes pretty rugged, and Silvermane hoped he meant himself that his brain had missed something he would make a good ally, dumbass, your not gay. the voice in his head continued, assuring him
Star was shoved out of the whirlwind of fighting, but leaped back in. She attempted to lash her fangs out across the silver wolf's cheek. Then she went for his side, and attempted to claw it. She honestly was mostly thinking about how much easier it could be if they just talked it out and the silver wolf left peacefully, without anyone getting hurt. But she kept on the fight, as she shoved her jaws forward and attempted to bite down into the silver trespasser's paw.
Trespassers were not tolerated – even worse, wolves from Shadow’s ranks were certainly not allowed near his pack’s territory, and if he had to give the other a harsh example of that… he could only hope they would think twice before coming again. No doubt Shadow had sent him to stir some trouble – like Scimitar had told the yearling who had claimed him as a brother.. the family there held anything but honor, and it would seem his followers lived by this reckless abandon as well.
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He stepped back, and lightly snarled, I take back what I thought about the rugged part, the voice in his head said, this guy was mean, and his Fabulous fur had been ripped and bloodstained now. He shook it, and stood staring at them, he didnt care if it was impolite, these guys were Assholes, once he went back home, destroyed his own current pack, and gathered his old pack, hed pillage this fucking "Territory" and impregnate and kill whoever they loved. Thats harsh, knock on wood. he thought, "Maybe only half of that? If you could." if there were as many behemoths like that ripped dude as there were wolves in the pack he would reassemble, it would be a problem, but if this stud was singular, it would be a slip of butter, He set that in his mental agenda, after killing whoever this "Shadow" guy was, and killing off his current pack through poison and treachery.
Scimitar had thoroughly made his point – the stranger had trespassed on his lands, and the cinnamon regal had let him know with tooth and claw – he had then even uttered a warning out, in case the ivory wolf had not got the point.
It would seem he still didn’t. Rather than heed his advice, the male began spouting out words – all questions that Scimitar didn’t give a damn about. Truly, if Shadow wanted to send his little minions here to traipse across his land in a Fox-like manner, Scimitar was not one to indulge further conversation.
His attack had been a warning before – now he was out for blood. Without waiting, the male leapt forward once more, this time his jaws aiming to clasp at the wolf’s throat. He would drag his lifeless body across the borderline if he had to.
a crime so old as the sky and bone
No matter how feirce Star thought she could be, she was very little. Her weight was easily thrown against Scimitar's side. She let out a yelp of pain and landed, skidding a little on the ground. A trickle of blood escaped her jaw which rested open, her mouth open in a silent moan. She hauled herself up slowly, truing to ignore the bruises from the side where she had landed.
She was only at a slow trot first, but it rapidly escalated into a run towards the white maned trespasser. Star attempted to leap onto his back. If she landed, she would try to bite his neck.
Hadn't this trespasser already learned his lesson? Why wasn't he fleeing? By now if Star was in someone else's land she would've already left. In fact, all the brusing along her side made her want to leave her own territory now, but she had to stay loyal to Scimitar and Swiftcurrent.
The beast seemed to realize his time was up, and with an impressive amount of force, the wolf picked up Star and flung him in Scimitar’s direction. She hit him in the side, though the wolf had braced himself for the blow, it was still a huge one and he stumbled with the force of it. She was quicker than him – bouncing back up and rushing to the male with a fierce swiftness.
Enraged the wolf dared lay a paw on one of his own, Scimitar ran toward him, hoping to gain the distance he might have managed before, and this time, his jaws would snap toward the others tail – he was going to keep a souvenir from this trespasser, especially if his aim was true and his jaws locked.
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Silvermane was in immediate pain, a midget on his back, and before he could think, his tail had been caught, he howled in pain, and immediately whined in, loosening his body, this wolf could gnaw at him all he wanted, but he resented, kill me he cried in his head, blood on his back, his tail, his jaw and his own fur. He had been completely crushed by this duo, even if he had not thought of it. Silvermane had fallen into submission, for one of the only times in his life.
It was too little too late – Scimitar’s aim had been true, and his grip on the tail as well as Star’s own attack seemed to bring the wolf to his knees – but Scimitar had given him more than enough chances to run and now, with Star’s blood staining her ivory pelt, Scimitar was not about to give up.
Loosening his grip, another snarl escaped the male – this time, his jaws aiming for the side of the creature’s neck. He could not get his throat from this angle – but he would shake the useless life out of him if he got hold and the other did not get up and run away.
But the wolf was at least quick on his paws, and twisting, Silvermane was upon his paws once more as Scimitar's jaws clicked harshly on pure air. Blinking, he snarled as the pale intruder struck off, paws thrumming and droplets of blood leaving a trail upon the ground. With a quick look to Star, the cinnamon regal would have not accepted such a fleeting escape had his subordinate not held blood on her own pelt. Shaking himself, he prowled closer to her, muzzle bent to inspect her wounds gingerly before giving a silent shake of his muzzle. "Let's go find Luka or Esperanza to patch you up," he suggested lightly, his paws beginning to work away from the scene.
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