Neverwinter Forest i'm NOT bring sexy back

anyone welcome! But I would prefer OS members :)

  The dark star had travled a long distance away from the packlands. She needed a break from all of the drama back home. Also some new air to breath 'cause she might pregnant. She did feel a bit bad for not telling Grimnir she would be away, but she needed to have a break desperately. She walked in a sluggish motion through the new territory, not really caring for any danger. Her mind flashed back to the poor Potema, eye bloody and her body limp. Thank the Moon she wasn't dead. But the young women still felt a gut wrenching feeling that she would tell someone who had done the crime. Made her even more guilty for knowing who had done it.

  She sighed and walked on, trying to think of happy thoughts. The possibility of having pups was one. Lusa had always been fond of children, no matter how cocky they could be. She would teach her children everything her family members had taught her. And maybe even teach them about the Moon, and his wonderful and powerful ways. But to be honest, she wouldn't want them to tell anyone else, for maybe Sithis would hear of it. Only the middle names would be a clue.

-pops in- Hello!

PS I AM SORRY FOR KROC

With @Tonravik and @Kerosene mated and all that, there was no doubt in Kroc's mind that there would soon be small, annoying parasites wandering around the lands. Before that ever happened, before they were even born, the tank would make sure to improve the security of their borders and all those in the nearby lands would learn — quickly — that the Spine was no place for them to consider even looking at, much less coming too close. And 'too close' was completely up to Kroc and what kind of mood she was in that day. 

Today was one of those days where no one should have even come within a few feet of her, lest they wanted half of their face gone. So it was when she picked up the fresh scent of another. In the forest, where there was little wind, such a fresh scent marker meant another was nearby. She smelled of another pack and anyone that smelled like that just meant intruder, for Kroc was within a mere quarter mile of the outskirts of her borders. Sure, this wasn't their territorial but she could damn well be as protective as she fucking wanted to be.

Her muzzle wrinkled, a low, warning snarl rippling out of her throat as she put her paw down, all four splayed to widen her center of gravity. "Get the fuck away from here," She rumbled, ears laid back and her tail stiff as the fur along her spine rose in a threatening mohawk. 

No problem ^w^

 She was interupted by a irritated snarl and feirce words by a wolf. It was a Pack wolf she guessed, judging by the scent. Probably another measly Pack nearby, but damn sure not where she standed. She only met the wolf with a expressionless gaze and a cold voice. "Temper. Temper. Calm down little doggie, before your ears pop off." She stood up taller, ears pricked and tail stiff. She didn't want to look weak. Espesially not in front of a foreign wolf. "Now, what is it you want fron me? Is there something I have done... wrong?" Last words coming out in a sneer. The girl wasn't in the mood for some sick game. But maybe it would be a little fun. She could use some fresh battle scars anyways.

Her words slipped over the beast as if they'd never been said. She caught flashes of them, ideas, tone, but overall, the general idea was that she was going to mock her. Not leave. Fine. Her fucking call. The threat made by stiff legged posture should have been extremely obvious but of course, the crocodilian wolf had found another motherfucking idiot. The Warden didn't give a shit that she hadn't "done" anything wrong. She was simply wrong for being this near to the borders. 

Her snarl did not fade away. If anything, its viciousness only compounded, taking a very meaningful step forward. If the dumbass didn't vacate the area and do so now, Kroc would be presenting Tonravik a hide to line her new den with. As it was, the dark female wasn't given much more of a warning. Kroc lunged, teeth snapping heavily for her muzzle.

  Without warning, the white brute lundged, teeth succesfully reaching her muzzle. She howled in agony as she felt the needle like fangs come down over her prescious nose and down. By insitnct she lifted her paw to her neck, pushing down without using her claws. She flipped her head round, making the bite even more painful, and attempted to push the beast down with her body mass.

Tonravik herself had been on guard, further off than the white bear but swift even still in her approach. Any too near to them in the Forest would be chased off; with the fact that soon the Spine would host cubs, it was best the beasts of the outside world learn now rather than later the consequence of coming what they deemed to be too close. 

The wolf here and now was just that. Tonravik sought to drive into the woman, coming in from the side, jowls parted; when she was close enough, these fangs attempted to reach for a shoulder, where if her grip was true she would then attempt to shove the wolf downward, to force her into submission. Whether or not she succeeded could not yet be known.

Her aim was true, teeth slamming down around her muzzle. The female twisted and turned in Kroc's grasp and the Warden was yet immoveable by such a dainty paw. That was the thing about being larger than most wolves; while the smaller ones tended to be faster, once they were caught by the tank, they rarely could do anything about it unless it was her will to let them go.

This time, it was not her will but a similar force that drew the female's muzzle out of her teeth. A wicked grin curved that maw, golden eyes glinting as Tonravik went for the other's shoulder. Whether she went down or not, the pale monster's teeth flashed out again with a snarl, aiming for flesh wherever she struck. The Alpha and her loyal subordinate made a nearly impenetrable team that would send a message to all others. The Spine was a force that none could come against and survive.

  She was too wraped up in the fight to notice another wolf coming. The only way she was informed was the sudden blossom of pain in her shoulder and was being forced down. But she wasn't one to give up so easly. With all of the strength she could harness, she attempted to fling the new attacker off her shoulder and lifted a paw of claws towards the white one. She was trying to aim for her favorite attacking spot. Her eye. If she could potentially blind one, she might have a chance. But it was still two on one. And her energy was bound to drain out too.

She landed the blow, but could not discern if her mighty weight knocked the other over. Instead, she continued in her carnage. The other did not move to go, and so Tonravik released and moved toward the other. First she had been tempted to reach for the swatting paw that went for Kroc's face, but knew the pale wolf would likely play fetch with the foolish defensive maneuver and try and catch the punch with her teeth. Tonravik herself moved toward the exposed flesh of the others throat to attempt to simply grab hold. Given the other was more inclined to fight than to flee, Tonravik had no qualms in killing the wretch for her error. 

If the other turned to go, she would have half a chance. But if she stayed, there could be no surviving them; Tonravik was merciless when disobeyed, and the whim of Kroc was not a whim at all, but a command from the Spine. The portion of the Forest the stranger lingered on was well-protected by them, and when any came to investigate, they would be taught such a lesson with force. Tonravik gave no quarter to her opponents.

The paw came for her face, her eyes specifically, and the beast did not flinch. Instead, she twisted her head to snap her jaws once more at the dark idiot, seeking to catch her wrist and shake, to rip muscles in her leg or crush her ankle. Whatever damage she could do to teach the bitch a lesson. There would be no more trespassers, no more wolves that thought in the same vein as the Plains cur, no more close calls. If they tried, they would die. It was simple.

With the two Spine wolves practically on top of her, it would be a miracle if this one got away. Her snarls, terrible and vicious, matched Tonravik's own and truthfully, it would be a miracle if this one lasted another two minutes. 

  Teeth came onto her other shoulder as she successfully hit the white one's eye. But she had grabbed her wrist and started shaking it. Her body told her one thing: Fuck this and get out. She growled and snapped blindy at the air. She needed to get out some way. She made a risky move by flipping on the ground, tearing some of the flesh in the two wolves jaws, and exposing her tender belly. But she was in no mood to submit. Only weaklings do that. She guarded her belly with her three free legs, and started kicking. While kicking and snapping her jaws she wiggle with strong movements. They maybe bigger and stronger than her together, but she was still a nimble fellow. If she could get from under them, she could run away. And the two couldn't possibly catch up with her swift feet.

The other contorted herself in a fashion that was likely painful for the other, and a large chunk of flesh from her tore into her mouth when she did not release; blood flowed, plenty of it, and she spat the skin out. Kroc still held the leg and Tonravik was unrelenting. While the other kicked and struggled, Tonravik moved toward the most exposed area of stomach to go for the belly. If the other had submitted, this would not need to be done. 

Wolves that saw submitting as weak were wolves that would die. Submitting was a way of life, of surviving. The strong survived. And in this situation, two against one, unless the other did submit, Tonravik would try and rip her apart. Tonravik paused in her assault only when a back leg cuffed her. Dizzied for a moment, she withdrew and moved to bite at vulnerable throat, aim now to simply end it. If the other went prone in submission should her mark hit true, the other would not die. 

Cubs would come soon. Now, they could not relent and enable wolves without sense to live. 

The dark female writhed, attempting to wrench herself free. Unfortunately for her, Kroc's teeth had sunk in where they could around the most slender area of her leg and she was not going to let go that easily. Plus, with the way she was thrashing about, she'd do the damage herself, perhaps tear a muscle or cause a bone to fracture and break. It was her fault for not responding to their threat, their dominance. 

Only when the girl started kicking did Kroc release her damaged leg, moving instead to straddle the creature and pin her down and immobilize the very legs that sought to strike at Tonravik. This was life and death. This was survival. Would the fool give in or would she allow her 'pride' to be her downfall?

 Teeth clamped on her neck, making her screech. She flailed her paws and growled. But it was no use. Together, the two where to strong for her, so she said somthing she that never left her lips in her life. "I yeild!" she screeched in pain, falling limp. "J'abandonne, " she growled under her breath, limbs growing weak.

The other soon did fall limp, to her surprise. Tonravik thought the other would die this day. But she yielded, verbally and physically. The leader did not linger. So she rose, the others blood on her lips, and snarled, leave. The implication that the other not return was clear in their initial treatment of her. If she did, she would meet her death. Tonravik snapped at open air. If the other did not move to leave swiftly, the leader would have a go at killing her once again, but this time not relent. Tonravik had no time for stupidity. The protective leader of the Spine would stop it in its tracks.

Soon there would be cubs. The leader would not have these lurkers coming so close. This other knew now, and would surely steer clear of them. A large part of the Forest the Spine protected when they could, given sometimes they hunted here, and it was a good part of the Spines base.

She submitted and Kroc moved, allowing her to get up from her prone position. Her snarls did not abate as the tank stood shoulder to shoulder with her Alpha, teeth bared as she once more threatened the foolish bitch. This time, she would leave when she was told to. It was that or they would tear her apart. She took a stiff legged step forward, the snap of her teeth echoing Tonravik's as the outsider's window of opportunity to leave dwindled, and quickly at that. 

 As they got off of her, she was quick to get on her paws, grunting with pain. And she was quick to run from snapping jaws. Well, a limp run. Her bones ached from the attack and her body burned with rage. She stopped and looked over her shoulder to call, "Vous allez le regretter le jour vous avez attaqué un loup de Blackfeather Woods!" And then turned her head back, and limp-ran away, inraged by her defeat.

It was over as quick as it began. Tonravik followed the other for a short while, to be sure the other did not turn back, and took in a good whiff so she would know the others scent. Whatever words she spoke Tonravik would hardly have comprehended even if it had been in English, because it simply did not matter to the leader. That the other was gone was all she cared to know, and when she was, she licked her bloodied chops. The alpha female blinked at the fading figure, wondering what was in the waters that made wolves wish to die. And then she turned to Kroc, assessing the warden for injuries. With nothing too terrible to be seen, Tonravik growled approvingly. The other had done good work; Tonravik was glad for her presence and her lack of tolerance for outsiders. It boded well for the other, and Tonravik gestured back to the Spine, trotting homeward bound.

The outsider practically pissed herself in her effort to leave, their snarls following her as they gave chase for a short distance. When Tonravik pulled to a halt, so too did her subordinate. They turned and walked back, together, as they had many times before. As always, upon reaching their original spot, Kroc turned away to continue her patrols though not before their shoulders connected in a companionable touch. 

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