Blackfeather Woods most times, a ghost is a wish

although normally confident, this time the fae has a tenser body. was she really sure about this? was she really sure about joining a pack again? she figured she liked benig alone, but she felt she would fit in here. the darkness, the way the birds gather in a murder and sing their songs that resonate with the night sky. her strking golden eyes contrasting in the thorough darkness, glowing, giving her the intimidating appearance of something unholy lurking. hiding a smirk behind her silky coat, a flash of her ivory fangs escspes the wolfess' muzzle.
she was no angel, after all.
slowly, she started crossing over the border of the territory. her confidence regained, she dreamt of the potential endeavors she could face as part of a pack. her pawsteps weren't slow, but they were gentle. walking with the stride of a perdator, silently stalking its prey from a distance, ready to pounce at any time. her form pitch black, with no light able to catch the sparkle of her cloak, she moved & swayed as a shadow. the hellion came to a stop, observing her surroundings, coming to the conclusion that she was deep enough into the territory. the lady sat down, resting her plush tail on the ground behind her. tipping her head back and facing her muzzle skyward, she let out a long, lonely howl to announce her presence in the territory, hoping she could beckon someone to her.

something was amiss.

trespasser. the tundrian draws in the scent, mapping it's progression, a tremble of his lips given as a low growl rises and tears its way from betwixt clenched teeth. he does not need to follow the scent for the audacity becomes clearer as a howl rises from within the confines of the dark woods.

hackles bristle and hostility builds and seethes with every step he takes, each increasing in speed, propelling him towards the trespasser like a stalwart tank, breath harsh and cold in his lungs as he runs. glacial gaze locks onto her and he rushes towards her with every intention of slamming his body into her's, teeth aiming to sink into her flesh.

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there were many ways to join blackfeather; this was not one of them. relmyna's pale form glided ribbonlike through the wood, swift, fierce — these lands belonged to her and her kith, not to any else. the scent of wintersbane came to her, and she swerved to flank him, her own teeth aiming for the trespasser's nape. 
run, little fool

not too long after her initial call, her senses come to a tinge. two different scents filled the air, although a fair distance away she could smell them growing closer every second.
before she knew it, two canine silhouettes in the distance bled into her vision. their sprints long, the other two wolves dashing directly for her grew closer every passing second. getting up from her sitting position, she sank low to the ground, placed one paw far in front of the other as she positioned her back legs as such she could explode out of her stalk in a flash.
the duo drew closer, one of them picking up their pace as they flank the larger wolf and charge towards her-- their lips curled into a twisted snarl. keeping her position firm, the raven bristled her fur and raised her tail into a curl. the distance between her & another wolf's teeth coming to a close.
if worse comes to worse, she was a trained assassin.
she would stand her ground.

relmyna swerves to flank him, giving form to the footsteps he'd absently heard approaching. her presence at his side only fuels his ferocity towards the trespasser. wintersbane expects the trespasser to submit beneath the gnashing of his teeth, aimed at her flesh. it would seem he gave her too much credit. she does not submit.

trespasser does not recognize nor acknowledge her mistake.

instead, she only entices the ruthlessness that beats like a war drum within the enokian. she curls her tail and bristles her own fur. the posture is taken for a challenge. he may not be a leader but the stranger trespassing on their lands was in the presence of one and her continued audacity — foolish and suicidal — has no place in these woods.

he will tear the trespasser apart if she does not submit or flee ...and only word from the woman that fights at his side would be enough to stop him from doing so otherwise.

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many things escaped astara’s notice, but that day the alarm in her dam as she whirled past white as a wraith, was not an exception. 

sliding smooth as black velvet behind the scattering tracks of her mother, astara came upon the sight that stirred such turmoil in her dam. not too far off the threatening pose of wintersbane menaced in response to the interloper’s hidden challenge; astara instinctively drove to her mother’s other flank to protect her if the wolf attacked, cutting the intruder a baleful and unforgiving stare.

three against one makes it unlikely that velvet would escape without sustaining an injury. we can do post by post descriptions or dice rolls <3

relmyna gave no such word; at the first sign of threatening display from the interloper, a dark snarl poured from the listener. wintersbane's might coupled with her own alacrity was enough, but the scent of her daughter entered her senses, and she willed astara's protection this day. the distance closed, relmyna's teeth snapped for the wolfess' muzzle, seeking to subdue her while the powerful initiate gave his own attack.

if it comes to that we can just do post-by-post. c:

the male had poised hismself in position for an attack as velvet displayed herself threateningly. perhaps that wasn't the best move on her part. she noticed a smaller wolf, a similar coloration to her own drive up beside the larger female; they were night and day. the distance closed as the white wolfess gave a snap at her muzzle, attempting to threaten her. instinctively snapping her body back after the initial strike. velvet let out a quiet sigh underneath her breath. this isn't really how i planned on this going. however, even with her unrealistic expectations in the way, she couldn't blame the trio. if she was in the same position as them, she would also do the same. perhaps meandering into territories wasn't her brightest idea.
not looking to anger them anymore than her initial presence in their woods had, she relaxed her stance and rested her fur. she sat down, uncurling her tail and resting it on the ground. the male had his gaze stuck to her; she saw death in his eyes. a cocophany of snarls filled her senses, but she would not budge.
,,i'm not really looking to get into a fight,'' she starts speaking, her tone neutral but her voice is akin to a whisper. ,,i wasn't looking to anger anyone either, honestly.'' as she darts her eyes around the irritated wolves, she is not filled with worry or fear, but rather annoyance. ,,i have no ill intentions here; i came here to speak to someone in charge about the pack itself & if you're accepting new reruits. i have skills i believe could be very useful to you.'' her monologue continued, trying to reassure the natives that she wasn't here to do any harm. ,,i'm not scared of you. i'm not intimidated. i will leave if you so desire, however i am interested in staying.'' was being part of a pack again really worth this? she wasn't intending on budging until she got answers in a form of something rather than a snap at her muzzle.

the trespasser manages to escape the pierce of his teeth — somehow — despite that she long since should've felt the sting of his bite at least once, if not more. wintersbane tenses, teeth bared, body taunt for another attack even after she recoils from relmyna's attempt to grab her muzzle. wintersbane is vaguely aware of astara's join to the fray and spares her a quick glimpse from the corner of his eye though his attention does not wander from the trespasser for more than a heart's beat of a second.

he watches the trespasser in a mixture of brewing and icy fury and utter bewilderment at her continued audacity. instead of cowing herself into submission like she should have, with the teeth of three wolves at her throat, she sits and speaks as if they are having a pleasant conversation. it is enough to throw him off guard for the slimmest of moments. it stills his instinct to kill her for a few seconds and then it comes back tenfold with the rage of a unfettered titan finally free of it's prison in tartarus.

wintersbane lunges for velvet's shoulder, seeking to tear into the flesh there. lest she moves or fights back his attack should find purchase.

only after that attack does he then attempt to force her into submission beneath him. her fate belongs to the dark priestess to decide. she is audacious and oblivious enough that breaking her, wintersbane thinks cruelly, would be fun. and yet, he is moved to unspeakable fury at her utter lack of respect for borders and the authority of both a wolf ranked in the pack and one of it's leaders as she makes her demands and seeks to make herself comfortable, seemingly unperturbed by his attacks and the threats his every posture makes to her even going so far as to saying as much.

you should be afraid.

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two wolves are attacking velvet. it is godmodding to have her dodge their attacks. i mean that v nicely <3

by some magick, the trespasser managed to avoid the pointed attacks of two creatures. her words went unaddressed; the listener sought to grasp again the side of the woman's throat, her strike true. however, it was wintersbane who would deliver the crushing blows, and for that she was grateful. unless the interloper fought, she would be destroyed, and even then, relmyna did not think blackfeather would be without a generous spattering of her blood.

two wolves against one was cruel. but three.. was an evisceration. 

astara watched as her mother rose and lunged for the wolf’s muzzle, as wintersbane partied for shoulder - her own head snaked low to the ground, guarding the realm around her dam’s feet. 

but then the wolf tried to talk, and goaded into frustration by the insolence of the stranger and the building ire of her clan, astara slunk into motion. 

wintersbane and Relmyna afforded the wolf the kind courtesy of approaching her from the front. astara made no such proposition. she drove away, prowling wide around the swing of fang and claw. when it seemed she had called off her interest in fending for her home, her position changed - she lunged from her vantage with an alligator snap, teeth aiming for open hock. if she met her mark, it would all soon be over.

the post before? i might have misunderstood then. the only attack i read was the muzzle snap. so if there was anything else i missed, apologies. the post after this will be my last, so they can all have a finishing blow at her before she runs off in submission lol. can one of you tear one or two of her ears? i want 'em to have a few rips and tears in 'em.

in a flash-- she was met with a set of teeth. a sharp pain jolted through her shoulder as the much larger male struck her. it was her fault for leaving herself fully open, but even then she couldn't help but let out a wince. she moved, her body shaking, struggling to get up-- and then like she had slammed herself into a wall, a painful & paralyzing blow struck the side of her neck. her eyesight barely catches a glimpse of the third wolf stalking around her. bloodthirsty beasts, they were, despite that she could find no fault in their actions.
with two sets of relentless jaws clenched to her body, aware of the third, velvet sank to the ground underneath the weight of the two on top of her. she didn't want to entertain their desires, although she did feel like living this particular day. at least, now, she knows where to be if she's ever suicidal enough to desire it  suddenly, another jolt of pain. a third bite on her hock, it seemed as if it was over for her. oh, how she didn't want to grovel, her pride strong but she would do it. as bites were exchanged and the metallic taste of her blood filled their maws, she had given up. gnashing teeth & an aggression that brewed in each of them to form a wildfire has been enough to make her curl her tail between her legs like a puppy.

i gotchu for an ear tear. ♥

she sinks into submission beneath his and relmyna's tag-team onslaught. it is far from enough to subdue the enraged darkbrother — her transgressions are numerous, after all; but finally her sense ...and if not sense then self preservation kicks in. as if the initial injuries she suffers from him, astara and relmyna are not enough he goes for an ear next — the one closest to him — and feels the flesh tear beneath his mauling bite. a reminder of her insolence. a reminder and mark that she will never fully escape them even if she is allowed to leave them here and now. the taste of her blood lingering in his mouth, staining his muzzle he releases his hold on her ear with a low snarl and looks to relmyna then. what do we do with her? take her as a prisoner? let her go free? that choice, as far as wintersbane was concerned, was up to relmyna.

SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

they bore her down, flesh yielding beneath fangs; relmyna was satisfied then, both with their victory and the reaction of the impudent stranger. she was not a melonii in many ways, and this showed in the lack of bloodlust burning beneath her pelt. the trespasser's blood was upon wintersbane's lips; the listener gave a low growl at the scent of it rising hotly in the air. we shall escort her to the borders, came the woman's edict. she will not return again, for if so, it will be her death. a lowering of her muzzle then; relmyna snapped the air near the interloper's face as final warning.

astara’s eyes — shark eyes for all their aubergine hue — settled on the curled form beneath their feet. rent with submission, it looked pitiful — and the nightcub scarcely hid the cold disdain that tranversed her features. 

her dam and wintersbane were merciful under the supine fold of the wolf’s submissive posture. they stepped back, and her mother mouthed her generous decree. 

astara spared the interloper no such mercy. 

silent as cold descending a chilly night, astara lunged for the she-wolf’s haunch in a thirsty bid of violent superiority. astara was a wolf, not a weakling — and her fangs sought to sink deep into flesh and deliver the last word in the form of a brutal, hateful snap designed to incite deep and unrelenting pain. and if she hit flesh, she would not just bite — she would shake, with a crocodilian maneuver back and forth until blood whetted her tongue and heightened her senses. 

once — and if — her fangs found the insensate and stupid creature, astara would spring back like a shadow shown the light; the malicious gleam in her gaze still lingering, still hungry as she watched her packmates escort the creature outside of their realm.

last post, thank you v much for the thread <3 i'm glad i got her fucked up enough to develop her prejudice against packs more. i'll leave it open for a day if you all want to get final posts in, and then i'll archive.

her body, assaulted with the unforgiving gnashing of teeth from wolves bloodthirsty as vampire bats, shook as the three canines piled on top of her. as the pale wolfess held her with her fangs, in a strike of pain, she felt part of her body crumble. her throat managed to tear a screeching whimper from what she could muster, a hoarse voice, an impact of the she-wolf directly on her throat; crushing her vocal chords; leaving them under intense pressure. the tundrian snapped his maw from her shoulder and in a quick motion moved to her closest ear-- tearing a meaty hunk of flesh from it.
blood ran down the side of her face & dripped down her chest-- her leg, her paws, she could be crusted over shortly. barely keeping herself conscious, the white wraith spoke? or maybe mouthed some words to her. she couldn't quite tell, with recent loss of a part of her ear and her physical state. soon after her words, she wolf snapped at the air just shy of her muzzle; a warning clear as day.
there we no words needed to convey what that wolf was trying to tell her.
in the midst of everything happening, velvet had seldom noticed that she third wolf seemed to have loosened her grip before charging back with a nasty bite at her haunch. another hoarse yelp escaped the column of her throat as the creature violently shook their head; spewing blood into their maw, dripping down velvet's unstable legs, slowly fading out the pain until she had taken so much she went numb; unable to tell if the animal let her go or not.
she supposed, in the end, it didn't matter.
nothing mattered, in the end.
her balance uneven, she limped along as the two larger wolves stayed carefully close to her sides to ensure she wouldn't pull anything sly. as if she even wanted to try in her condition. she would assume they were escorting her out of their forest, although so many things happened, her mind rimunating, repeating and replaying the same words in her head over, and over, and over.
fuck them.
fuck them all.
relying on others is deadly.