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Post by Hunter on Nov 10, 2013 15:34:18 GMT
It was early in the morning. The last snow had melted in the streets of the big human city, and the animals had returned more numerous than before. The last few weeks the Tempest Pack had been preparing – taking down prey in plenty once again to feed the pack from the cold winter and making the Soldiers fit for fight. And now it was time. Today the Tempest Pack would do what they always had been meant to do; they’d take down the Iris Pride, once and for all. Bear and he, Ryu, had been planning this like crazy the last few months since the overall decision of eliminating Iris had been put on the table. The pack was split in three teams. Ryu was leading the main team, the biggest part of the fighting unit of the pack, which would attack the Slaughterhouse from the front. They’d distract the felines while two smaller teams would infiltrate the Slaughterhouse from the sides, hopefully catching the felines by surprise so the main team would be able to storm the front and take over the Slaughterhouse entirely.
The two smaller teams had long ago parted from the main unit that now stalked through the streets of the Iris Pride territory. Foxes and small dogs of the Senka were running ahead, taking down potential Iris guards in silence to make sure the pack could go unnoticed for as long as possible. But the Iris Pride was in a worse state than assumed and not as many guards were found as Ryu had thought. Or perhaps the felines already knew they were here? No, couldn’t be. They’d surprise the felines and crush the Iris Pride in no time. He couldn’t doubt now.
He made the pack stop before they fully approached the Slaughterhouse, looking back at his pack members whose eyes were full of anticipation, the willingness to fight. He then turned to face them fully, wanting their attention once last time before they’d storm the Slaughterhouse. “Tempest! This is the day we’ve been waiting for. Kill when necessary, and only take prisoners after the building is ours. We will cut the filthy felines’ throats and split their families. Take their youngest, take their beloved, and leave them in our mercy. We will crush them, and make them suffer more than we ever have. We will make them regret the day they refused to see us as their superiors, the day they made an enemy out of us. Today is the end of the Iris Pride,” he growled and set into a howl to the red morning sky. He set into a run, and behind him he heard the pack echo his howl as the unit set into a run to viciously attack their nemesis.
((OOC: The battle has begun! Kezz and Mika; you decide for yourselves whether Bear and Gusto are going with Ryu or leading one of the teams attacking from the sides. The rest of you decide for yourselves which team your Tempest canine is going with. Besides that, have a good fight (; ))
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Post by Robynasaurus on Nov 11, 2013 14:22:13 GMT
"Mother, are sure you should be doing this?" Maevin asked in hushed tones, looking worriedly at the ageing husky. The time had finally come for battle, the culmination of months of planning of Ryu, the pack's new leader. Following the death of Brooke, Maevin's interest in the pack's activities had waned. Her own life hadn't turned out the way anyone had hoped. All of her siblings had left the pack and it wasn't hard to see that it pained her mother and father. The degradation of her own body had done nothing to impress them either. It was a benefit as the pack began to slow to group before the attack. It was a relief to slow, the pain in her back legs easing up. Over and over in her mind she questioned why she joined the attack, when her backs legs moved together, instead of independently, giving her a characteristic hop instead of her run. But something sparked inside of her every time she glanced at her mother.
The husky replied with an unimpressed snort. "I am old Maevin, not an invalid" Nemesis scoffed, looking at her daughter with an icy stare. The years had become increasingly unkind to Nemesis. The black mask of fur across her eyes had long since begun to gray. Her coat was thinning and done little to hide the scars of her past. But at her heart, she was a soldier, whether the rest of her body could keep up with it or not. It was something she had dedicated her life to and something as petty as getting old wasn't going to stop her now. Embers stirred inside her when she relived the glory of past battles. This would be another. Another scar on her body, another memory on her tapestry. This would be the way she would go, not succumbing to old age. "It is not something I expect you to understand" she sighed, knowing Maevin meant well. "Perhaps that is my fault, for not teaching you as well as I should have. You're not a soldier. Not in the world your father and I grew up in. To see you here means so much to me, but I know it's not the same for you. It does not scare me to die here. There's more for you than this life. Times are changing, I don't want you to turn out like me" . Nemesis smiled weakly at her daughter, it was never her strong point, the love and the feelings. Anyone could have told you that. But it didn't mean she didn't care. She would not see her daughter die in battle.
Amber eyes stared meekly at the ground. She hated it when her mother talked like this. But she understood. The vow she had taken when she joined the pack and it filled Maevin with pride to see her mother noble and dedicated to her cause. That is why she chose to stand beside her on wobbly legs today. "I'll do you proud...." she mumbled to the asphalt so no one could here.
"Stop muttering child, go find your father" Nemesis snorted with typical gruff demeanor, snapping at the tail of her daughter. Icy blue eyes watched from the pack of the pack. Clegane had his own duties. Training the soldiers of today. She'd let him go with the young brown pup, Brooke's son. He had his own responsibilities. She would she her heart mate later. These moments were not for them. Times of peace and happiness, they struggled. But when they fought together, it was magical. It was like a symphony, coming together with such harmony, or like a beautiful dance where they moved together as one. The two of them would be happiest in the bloodshed and that time would come soon to bring them together.
With a small yelp, she leapt off. As she had grown, she'd lost her puppy husky colouring, growing much darker, taking on the Beauceron colouring of her father. He was here too. Like Nemesis, Clegane was an old soldier to the bitter end. It was a constant pang of disappointment that she never turned out physically fit enough to do them proud, but it didn't stop her trying. "Father!" she called, "I'm here, mother sent me", Mae barked, tail wagging in anticipation, waiting for instructions.
Ryu had turned to them, giving his noble speech. Maevin stood next to her father, listening to his words. She thrust her head back with a long howl, joining in the song with the rest of her family before turning to the slaughter house. She leapt from her spot with a renewed vigour as they ran for the attack.
(( ooc. I've lost my Nemesis table. So Mae and Nem are both in this post, hope it's okay, I'm so out of sorts. ))
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Post by Mika on Nov 12, 2013 0:41:39 GMT
Once again, he had been chosen to lead a group. He was a bit more confident in hos abilities but, Gusto still couldn't help but see himself as a follower instead of a leader. It was different from the last time he was here: this time most of the pack was here to finally rid the city of the once mighty Iris pride.
It was obvious that the coyote was confident as he moved his group toward the slaughterhouse. It seemed Iris only started to get weaker after Lexis was wiped out. From what Gus had learned, the attack by Lexis was the Iris pride's fault. It was Iris's fault that so many canines and felines that only wanted peace lost their lives. Tempest was used to do the pride's dirty work.
'What will happen after this?' Gus wondered as he moved his group toward the slaughterhouse. Maybe the felines who were smart enough to stay away from Iris could make a better name for themselves. Then again, the close minded members of Tempest would probably continue to attack and torment the felines who wanted nothing to do with this petty war.
Before moving closer to the slaughterhouse, he stopped, looked around and turned to his group. "We'll move to the left side of the building. Once the felines are too preoccupied with Ryu's group we'll move in." Like he said, he brought the group he was leading to the left side of the slaughterhouse, but he was far enough away to avoid drawing attention from anyone inside.
Gusto stood there, glaring at the door on the side of the building he was facing and watching for any guards that the Senka might have missed. He continued to wait after he heard his leader's howl and the sound of the main group running toward the slaughterhouse. Gusto continued to wait, once Ryu's group had fought for long enough they would attack the left side. |
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Post by Picasso on Nov 14, 2013 12:43:36 GMT
There were no words for London to describe this very moment. He had been both dreading and looking forward to this day for weeks. He'd trained his hardest, with Clegane as his mentor. Yet nothing would prepare him for the actual battle. A little over a year old, and London didn't feel ready. He was still so young and inexperienced. Surrounding him were some of the best soldiers that had ever lived in the Tempest. He had tried to ignore some of the wary looks that were sent his way. Some were not confident London was old enough for the fight. He's still so young. Just because he's Brooke's son, that doesn't mean he should join us. London had overheard a couple of older soldiers speaking of him yesterday, and it had rained down on London's confidence considerably.
Nevertheless, he followed the crowd, watching as two groups disbanded from the main team to infiltrate the Slaughterhouse elsewhere. He stuck close to Clegane. The Hound was someone London trusted with his life. He kept completely silent as they entered the packlands. The sun was only just breaching the horizon, and London was trembling with adrenalin and fear. The stench of felines empowered London's nostrils, and he grimaced. He couldn't help but think back to the day he had nearly been killed by the lioness. It terrified him to think that this was the home to that lioness, and dozens more like her. How could be compete against their huge size? London just had to accept that Ryu and the others knew what they were doing.
Suddenly, another canine joined Clegane's side. He hadn't ever met Clegane's daughter, but he had heard about her. She was older than him, and larger than him, but that didn't stop London from sharing a small smile with her. Ryu's voice made London stiffen and turn to look at their leader. His speech was short and to the point. Looking around, London noticed the other pack members nodding along. London followed in suit, before lifting his head and howling to the sky with his comrades. There was a wave of movement as everyone rushed to follow Ryu into the slaughterhouse.
This is it, London. Prove you're worth it. London took a deep, heavy breath, and followed the others. He was ready. At least, he thought he was.
Excitement buzzed in the air as he followed Gusto down an alleyway. He had been elected to be part of Gusto's group. At first Orion had been wary. He had wanted to take part in the main battle. However, who knew what they were to expect? It was dawn, and Orion had yet to spot a single feline on duty. He glanced up at the rooftops, where Orion expected to see guards sounding the alarm. However, there was nothing. The pride's standards really were dropping if they were struggling for guards on their borders. Orion worried little about this; it just made their attack all the more easy. Grinning, he followed Gusto to the left side of the Slaughterhouse, fur prickled with anticipation.
They stopped at a door, and Orion listened carefully to Gusto's words. He nodded silently, before hearing the distant howl. They were attacking. Jealousy ran through Orion's blood as he yearned to get in there and fight. However, Orion had to follow orders. They were to wait. As they waited he nodded to Gusto, "Good luck in there, comrade." There was no denying, this could be their last battle together. Whilst they were confident they would take over the Iris Pride, death was inevitable to some of the canines today. It was in the job description, after all. You couldn't fear death when you live in The Tempest Pack. |
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Post by Keavy on Nov 14, 2013 18:17:29 GMT
Waking with a large, roaring yawn, Pollux lifted his head quickly and blinked away the sleep in his eyes as the smell, the stench, filled his head.
The brothers had only arrived in the place, which the locals called 'Hexasol', a few days ago. From the few lone felines they had encountered and who were willing to speak to them, they had gotten a general history of this strange place and the war which now ravaged it. A creature neither Castor nor Pollux had ever heard of had built this Hexasol a very long time ago, but had since succumbed to some kind of illness and no longer roamed these lands. Some of the small cats they had met remembered these creatures, 'humans' they had called them. A handful of these cats had even shared territory with them and accepted them as their masters; their kings and queens. Since the disappearance of these humans, many of the felines had gone to war with an enemy species; the canines, the dogs. As far as the brothers could gather, the dogs were winning.
Castor and Pollux had been steadily more confused with each telling of Hexasol past and its war and with each mention of these canines which neither of them had ever heard of. Occasionally they would spot one of them, but had never managed to find one willing to speak to them. They had all ran away at the sight of them, but their scent had become familiar enough to recognize through their roamings of Hexasol and it was a smell Pollux had come to despise, honestly without much reason.
'Castor... can you smell them?' Pollux said in a voice only slightly above a whisper. His brother did not stir. 'Brother!' Pollux hissed and Castor jerked awake. 'Can you smell them, brother?' he asked again.
Castor shook himself awake and yawned deeply, then sniffed at the air warily. 'Dogs?' he asked, though the answer already lay in his nostrils. 'Lots of them.' replied Pollux. 'I wonder what they could be gathering in such numbers for?' Castor considered his brother's question for a moment while Pollux stood and attempted to get a better grasp on the scent's direction.
'Maybe its that group of them; the one the little cats keep talking about. Tempest, I believe it is? They are the ones trying to eliminate the group of cats that go by 'Iris'.' Castor said, his calm voice denying how intrigued he was.
Pollux strode slightly forward. Castor pulled himself up and followed suit. 'Maybe, but that still leaves the question of-' Pollux muttered. 'Why they are gathering here and now.' Castor finished. 'We haven't seen even small groups of the canines in this area in the days we have been here.' Pollux elaborated. The brothers glanced at each other, both pairs of golden eyes full of curiosity.
A strange noise sounded loudly and both looked in the direction it had seemed to emanate from. Without another word, they simultaneously began to trot toward the location of the sound. Within what seemed like only a few moments, they spotted them; the group of dogs rushing into an exceptionally ominous looking place.
'Something serious is going down. I can feel it.' mumbled Pollux.
'Well then,' said his brother with something of a giggle in his voice. 'No reason we should miss out on all the fun then, is there?'
Pollux allowed himself a small, almost sinister looking grin and the brothers, side by side, headed off toward the building the dogs had disappeared into.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 16, 2013 21:35:29 GMT
The pack was howling behind him and followed his lead to storm the front of the Slaughterhouse. With the wave of canine bodies behind him, Ryu crashed into the double doors, attempting to push them open with the help of some other Tempest members in the front. The hinges creaked ominously before the doors broke right open as if to greet the invading army, letting them run right into the heart of the Iris Pride. A piercing yowl sounded from a domestic cat that was caught beneath the crashing doors which the canines were running over, but the sound soon faded as its frail body was completely crushed by the pressure. Several Iris felines had gathered at the door opening, alarmed by the sudden howls outside their home, but there was no doubt they’d been caught by surprise. Ryu noticed how their eyes were open in surprise, how their formation was disorganised. But he didn’t wait a second before attacking, snatching the first feline in his way, an old Bobcat whose jugular he bit several times after pinning him to the ground, not stopping before his muzzle and the feline’s throat was covered in blood.
“Soldiers, spread out! But keep by each other’s sides, don’t leave anyone fighting alone. Let’s take our victory before nightfall!” He roared, trying to carry his words above the starting battle. He saw how his army continued to rush inside the Slaughterhouse and spreading out in groups to take what was rightfully theirs. They’d free any remaining prisoners at this godforsaken place, kill the guilty and enslave the felines remaining after their victory. With a group of both young and seasoned Soldiers behind him, Ryu moved further into the building to take proper part of the great battle.
*** ”Speech.”
Clegane waited impatiently for the battle to begin. Close to him, London and some other young Soldiers he’d trained lingered, all of them being canines he’d want to fight beside during this battle. Hopefully the last battle – the battle which would destroy the Iris Pride. He’d want to make sure of that. The felines wouldn’t get him, but he certainly would take plenty down today. That was his intention. Take down as many of them as you can and laugh in their faces as they realize they can’t touch you the slightest. Earlier he’d said goodbye and good battle to his mate, Nemesis, and his daughter, Maevin, who both would be standing further down the lines where it wasn’t as dangerous as where he stood. A little out to the side, but close enough up front to satisfy the seasoned, blood-craving warrior.
He looked at the grimacing, chocolate brown dog at his side and smiled brusquely. ”You should be excited, London. This is what you’ve trained for. Stick close to the pack and enjoy a good fight. Remember what you’ve learned and you’ll be just fine.” He was certain the young dog would do well despite others didn’t share his fate in Brooke’s son. He’d trained London well and though many would fret for their lives, it wasn’t a thing the veteran thought about. This would without doubt be a great day. A day worth remembering. A familiar voice made the big, old dog raise his big head only to see his daughter running towards him and his group with her characteristic jumping sprint. ”Maevin!” he roared and greeted her with a crooked smile as she approached. He was indeed happy to see his only remaining offspring in Tempest and wished that no harm would come to her during this battle. He wasn’t afraid anything would happen to London – he was as healthy as any young dog could hope to ever be, but his daughter was another matter though he didn’t like to admit it. ”Stay close kiddo, let’s give these felines something to be scared of together,” he laughed roughly to his girl. He hoped the best for Maevin and regretted that he hadn’t gotten to spend more time with her. She was an adult dog now but as far as he knew, there was no male canine courting her, thereby leaving her without a mate and a potential family. He hoped her hip dysplasia wouldn’t mean she’d die lonely, hoped that it’d only be a matter of time before she could settle down with her own family.
But there was no time to consider more, because Ryu turned to the pack to give them his speech and afterwards the pack set into a howl which Clegane eagerly joined, trying to raise his deep voice above the others’, knowing what they now had come to – the beginning of the battle. Then he sat into motion with the others, his big paws eating up the distance between them and the Slaughterhouse in no time, crashing into the two front doors and thereby entering the feline lair. A place they were here to destroy. The chaos of bodies soon made Clegane lose sight of both Maevin and London, but he was sure they’d do alright. After all, Ryu had commanded that no one should face the felines on their own, so the young dogs would surely stay besides others in the pack. That thought aside, The Hound went into a frenzy, biting and tearing in all Iris cats that crossed his way.
*** "Speech."
The howls outside made her wake abruptly from her sleep, amber eyes glowing in the dim light of the room. It was an evil glare, filled with rage and reflecting the insanity of her crazed mind. It didn’t take her long to realize what was going on, and with a sneer plastered on her face, the dark coloured lioness rose from her resting spot. There was no more time to laze about. It was time to fight. The pathetic canines were here, knocking on their doors, not waiting for an invitation to get inside. Pushing open the half-broken door to her room, Kira, the last real successor of Florence, let a low, rumbling roar echo lazily down the long corridor, making the sound of an angry, slumbering monster interrupted in its sleep creep its way toward the canines’ ears. Clearly indicating that she didn’t like what was happening. What the scum did. She clawed at the hard, blood-splattered floor as she went down the corridor at a low pace, almost as if using the hard ground to sharpen her claws. Her weapons. Some felines in the Iris Pride feared her though they were on the same side while others looked up to her. If you asked Kira, she’d say she was all the muscle left in the formerly so infamous Pride. It was pathetic what they’d turned into. Her mother certainly wouldn’t be proud of the pride she once had leaded, though she most likely would find Kira’s canine thirsty character reassuring. Twisted she was, some might say. But Kira didn’t mind. She had fun. Fun with killing the enemy. And that was just what she intended to do now.
She slammed a tough shoulder into one door of the corridor, let her claws scratch another with a piercing sound, and then filled her lungs with air to let it out again with a malicious roar ten times louder than the one she’d let out before. A few felines were already running to the defences, but it wasn’t enough. ”Wake up! Wake up all of you! We’re under attack, stand up and fight your course!” she yelled angrily and made felines stream out of their chambers, dashing toward the eye of the battle. ”Let’s show these pathetic canines that we won’t give up without a fight,” she rumbled to any ears listening as they ran past her. She made another angry face and threw a paw toward a cat that in her eyes didn’t run fast enough, making it fly several meters forward with the power behind her attack. Then two dark shadows appeared by her sides and Kira smiled despite the fowl look of things. ”Breakfast is here,” she purred to the two black jaguars who now had accompanied more than once in battle. ”Let’s make sure not to leave any scraps unattended.” With that, a cougar couple and a female cheetah joined Kira and the panther siblings as they together set off in a run toward the fight.
((OOC: Go crazy with the cougars and the cheetah, but don't kill the panthers, I'd like to keep Kira's "bodyguards" for a little while (; ))
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Post by Picasso on Nov 24, 2013 17:35:42 GMT
Gulping, London gazed up at his mentor. Clegane had taught him all he knew, but nothing would be able to prepare him for the gore of battle. His body trembled as they all rushed forward at once. London was careful not to trip and get caught under the stampede as he followed his comrades into the building. The doors collapsed and London spotted the first few cats, eyes wide with shock at the sudden infiltration. He watched as Ryu wasted no time tasting first blood. Around him, all the canines begun their attack, killing any feline that went near them. London was frozen, like a deer in the headlights. Blood roared in his ears as Clegane overtook him, tearing at a cat's throat. He almost feared the power all these dogs had over the felines. There was no question who was winning this battle. The cats were clumsy and unprepared. Averting his attention to another canine, London watched as a smaller, spotted cat cowered in the corner, begging to be spared. In a matter of seconds, the dog ripped out its throat and it collapsed, bleeding out in seconds. Heart in his throat, London ran.
He had no idea the battle would have this effect on him, and now London was stuck. He couldn't be seen as a coward and leave, but he felt sick at the thought of killing a cat. Choking out a guttural sob, London paced down the corridor, leaving the chaos behind him. There were fewer dogs here. He stepped over the mutilated body of a lynx, glassy eyes staring accusingly at him. London knew they would not hesitate to have killed him, if they'd had the chance. Confused, London looked over his shoulder at the doors that held his pack, his family. It was to be expected, he supposed. London had only ever witnessed one other gruesome moment. The moment that still haunted his dreams. The hatred for that sole lioness made London shake.
The sound of pawsteps made London freeze. Eyes wide, London saw the large figures approaching with speed. With hysterical laugh, London stared in the amber eyes of the lioness, before glancing at the two panthers beside her. Choking, London turned on his heels and ran back into the midst of the fight before the lioness finished what she had started all those months ago. Running through the swinging doors, London had no time to pause at the massacre before his eyes. He didn't spot Clegane, or any of the others. All he could see was blood and teeth and claws. London daren't look over his shoulder, in case the lioness had recognised him and followed him.
The sound of yowls and barks swamped London's senses. The stench of death was repugnant as London weaved through the broken bodies and fighting animals. It was only when he reached the other side of the room when he noticed a cat had spotted him, alone and weak. London wasn't sure of her breed, but she was around the same size as he, and she looked eager to kill him. Backing up, London knew this was not a time he could run away. This cat was going to kill him if he ran, and London had to fight back. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to remember all of the skills Clegane had taught him, before they launched at each other. His jaw snapped at her leg, and he tasted blood instantly. Yowling in pain, she lashed out with her claws, scratching his face. The wound was superficial, but it still stung.
Hissing in pain, they circled each other. His mind thought back to all the training he'd had with The Hound, before catching the feline unaware, and attacking whilst she nursed her paw. There was a flurry of movement, before his teeth wrapped around the cat's neck. He had no other choice but to bite down. Hard. The blood was flowing quickly now, and London dropped the flailing cat. She coughed up blood as she desperately tried to crawl away from London. It was a matter of seconds before she lay still. Dead. London stared down at her lifeless body with a mixture of horror and shock. He felt sick. His first kill, and it didn't feel good or noble like he'd been expecting. It had been pathetic and vile.
But London had no choice but to continue in the fight. Not for him, but for his pack, his family, and for Clegane.
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Blame it on my A.D.D. baby...
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Post by |Kudos| on Dec 1, 2013 21:03:59 GMT
Artemis had been sleeping soundly, her dreams were of hunting, as usual. Hunting was the one thing that could keep her mind busy enough that it couldn't continue spinning its dark web in her head. It relaxed and soothed the pain that no one knew about. As she stalked a vole, a stench hit her so hard, it made her hesitate. Catching her breath, she perked her ears and listened for the... thing that could be the origin of the smell. What she heard didn't make sense. Loud barking and yowling could be heard in the distance, getting louder and louder. Forgetting her hunt completely, she sat up and looked around for the source.
”Wake up! Wake up all of you! We’re under attack, stand up and fight your course! Let’s show these pathetic canines that we won’t give up without a fight,” The angry yowl woke the snow leopard up. She jumped to her feet and dashed out of the room she had been sleeping in. She came out to the walkway that contoured the edge of the slaughter house and dashed to the edge to see what was happening. There were dogs entering and hurting her pride mates. They actually dared to attack Iris in their territory? The sight of their arrogance blasted through her carefully built walls containing the hatred for those filthy mutts. Jumping up onto the railing, the Duchess raised her voice over the noise of the battle. "Iris, guard the other entrances. Do not let them penetrate our home anymore than they have now." With that, she jumped down to the top of one of the machines and dove straight into battle, pouncing towards a nervous looking dog. They will not have this family as well. She thought furiously as her claws sunk into the canine's shoulder.
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Post by Mika on Dec 1, 2013 22:27:33 GMT
"Yes, and the same to you." The coyote said, smiling and nodding at the black wolf. A random thought suddenly came to mind: he wished Anti was by his side instead of wherever she was now. They didn't really make a promise but, he had hoped that they would both become well known soldiers in the pack. He didn't want this to be his last battle. If he was meant to die, he hoped that whatever gods existed would allow him to see her one last time.
Gusto and his group waited in their hiding place silently. The sounds of snarls and yowls could be heard in the distance. Gus continued to stared at the building in front of him, listening to the sounds of bloodshed and waiting for the perfect time to strike. He waited nearly ten minutes, long enough for the felines to be too focused on Ryu's group.
The coyote stood up straight,adrenalin suddenly rushing through his veins. He kept his comrades waiting for long enough; they were probably itching to sink their fangs into and Iris cats' flesh. "Let's go!" He barked over his shoulder as he finally led his group to battle.
Gus was faster than most of his companions so he reached the building first. He tackled a serval that was near the door and latched onto its face with his his fangs. He quickly moved his victim away from the door, allowing his comrades to enter the building and attack the felines that started to show up.
The serval he had captured managed to break away, leaving the coyote with a muzzle full of fur and some flesh. Gus spat out the fur as the feline ran at him with unsheathed claws. The serval was easily captured again but this time by the throat. Hanging onto it as tightly as he could, Gus violently shook the feline succeeding in breaking its' neck. Gusto dropped the now limp body then went to go and help his comrads.
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