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Post by Picasso on May 28, 2013 15:39:32 GMT
MactíreThey'd set out at dawn to investigate the rumour of the night murderer. It hadn't been Orion's choice to go out at such an ungodly with with none other than his sister Valkyrie, however Orion knew better than to complain. With the new leader in position, the pack was a little unsettled. Not many leaders got to the age of retirement without being killed. It was a feat in itself that Brooke was to live to old age. Nevertheless, Orion was wary of their new Warden as he listened to his commands to find their target. He had no idea what had gone through Ryu's head when he'd assigned Orion and Valk together. Everyone knew they didn't get on in the slightest. Both young wolves had soon realised it was best to leave each other alone and live as though they did not share the same blood. Orion wondered how it was possible for them to have been born from the same womb. They clashed far often than not. Their opinions conflicted to the extent that they locked antlers until one got tired of arguing.
Padding through the cool, morning streets, Orion barely spared his sister a glance. There had been rumours of a murderous feline stalking the city, killing any canine in its path. It was apparent that the feline was not in alliance with the Iris Pride, which was surprising. A lone murderer waiting for its next kill. Orion wasn't even sure what breed they were looking for. There had been a killing in the night; their own packmate slaughtered on his way back from the hunt. Orion had inspected the body as soon as they'd set out to get a fresh scent of their cat. The Tempest dog had been ripped to shreds by talon-like claws and sharp incisors. The body had sickened Orion, and made him intent in capturing and killing this feline. Depending on the feline's size, Orion and Valk could possibly bring it down. If not, they'd have to call for back-up.
Orion's paws splashed in the puddles. The rain had begun to fall two hours ago, drenching Orion's fur. It had weakened the scent of the feline, but the two wolves continued. With dripping, ebony fur, Orion finally looked over at his sister, who was equally as wet. "Perhaps the cat will do me a favour and kill you before I kill him." He said scathingly. He didn't mean it, despite the harsh words. He just liked getting an argument out of her. As much as he disliked Valk, he would never wish for her death. She was an important asset to the Tempest and would be sorely missed - although, perhaps not by Orion himself. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he waited for Valk's retaliation. He almost enjoyed the thrill of an argument with her. They were pretty equally matched in skill, so they often resorted to verbal remarks to waste less energy.
"Bet you'd have me exiled if you had become Mistress," Orion thought aloud, knowing the leader position was a bit of a sore spot for Valk, "Thank fuck you're not running the place." In reality, Orion had been angry at Brooke's decision. He had Gravity's blood rushing through his veins. Orion knew he should have tried harder at being less of a dick and more of leader-material. Orion was immensely grateful that his sister had not got the position either. He dreaded to think of bowing to his sister's commands. Pah, Orion would never have listened to Valkyrie if she had become the Mistress. He would have gone out of his way to disobey her, and probably get himself exiled in return. Orion eventually decided it was a good thing neither of them were the next leader of the Tempest. They were too young and inexperienced. Orion didn't expect Ryu to last very long as Warden - perhaps he could try and get the place of Warden in a couple of years?
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2013 19:50:55 GMT
Dawn was usually quite a pleasant time for Valkyrie; she enjoyed rising with the sun, having time to wake up fully before going hunting or on patrol, enjoying the newness of the day.
Not so today.
For some reason, Ryu had sent her – and someone else - out to chase up a rumour. Not that she would have minded - except that her companion was none other than her brother, Orion. How was she supposed to get anything done with him around? He was the biggest pain in the backside she knew; plus his morals, his limits - they were far more lax than those of most other canines in the Pack, and were a far cry from her own. Without his skills as a warrior, she was certain he would have been thrown out of the pack months ago.
Or, at least, he would have been, had she been the Mistress of the Tempest Pack.
The huge she-wolf did her best to keep these thoughts from her mind as she trotted along; now was not the time to get into a petty squabble with her brother - they were out here for a reason. She knew, though, that it was going to be more than difficult to cooperate with him - the two of them had different opinions about practically everything - and neither sibling backed down easily when challenged.
The cat they sought was a notorious night murderer, whose kills had all been canines. A loner, surprisingly enough. The feline had killed a packmate on his way back from a hunt; naturally, both young wolves wanted to avenge him, and stop this feline before he killed anyone else. They had no idea about what size this feline was, or anything else. Only that it was a feline, and a dangerous killer who had to be gotten rid of.
Valkyrie trotted through the streets at her brother’s side, ears pricked and nostrils flared to catch any suspicious sounds or scents. It was near impossible to dodge the puddles that dotted the footpaths and roads. It had begun to rain several hours ago, and at first the young warrior had been fine. The rain slid off her coat as if it were made of plastic. But several hours of continuous rain was beginning to show; both she and the black male were rather soggy.
The huge female raised an eyebrow at her brother’s words. She was used to getting this kind of thing from him, but it still riled her, often. She snorted derisively, looking him up and down pointedly.
“I doubt it. If he’s got any sense, he’ll target the weakest of us first.” Her face remained stoically concentrated on their mission, albeit for a quick, sly, sideways glance, as if daring Orion to outdo or outthink her. As much as he was an annoying git, she enjoyed honing her argumentative skills against someone who could match her.
The timber-arctic wolf cross laughed bitterly at her brother’s remark, the hurt at his words old, a well-examined, reopened wound, old enough that she barely felt anything anymore.
“Mm, thank goodness. Too much politics, for my liking. If I was, though, well. You know. It’s even better that Brooke didn’t choose you. Now that really would have been a disaster.” It her brother had been put in charge, she would have left as soon as she knew about it. Not that she could ever imagine him, of all the young canines in the pack, being chosen. With a few more years of experience, though, she was sure she would have been as suitable a leader as Ryu. But she wasn’t sure that she even wanted to become Mistress anymore. Mistress of a pack where she barely knew anyone, where the views of the majority differed to hers? It never would work.
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Post by Picasso on Jun 1, 2013 10:34:22 GMT
Orion snorted at her retaliation. Says the she-wolf who managed to get kidnapped by Iris and tortured for several months. It hadn't even been a year since they'd rescued her from that poor excuse of a Pride, so she shouldn't have the audacity at calling him the weakest. Nevertheless, Orion remained in a grim silence as they walked through the narrow streets of the slums. With the shabbily built buildings, it was no wonder half of them were crumbling with each rainfall. Many of the old houses stood as rubble in the streets, unable to hold its own weight. Vines curled their way up the remaining buildings and Orion could see the country trying to fight back what was rightly theirs. Another few years, and the slums would have succumbed to nature's embrace. For now, the streets still remained, however it was muddy and unstable. Dirt caked Orion's paws and legs as they splashed in the deep puddles. It was a grim day to be venturing out here, but Orion wanted to prove his new leaders proud. He wasn't all the bastard that he seemed. He had to prove his worth.
Valk spoke again, and Orion let out a bark of mirthless laughter, "Perhaps it would have been. We will never know." Orion's mind strayed to their father, Gravity. What would he think of them as he watched down on them? Disappointed? Angry? A day never went by when Orion did not think of his influential father. Though he had never met Gravity, his legends lived on in everyone in Hexasol. It was a rarity for someone not to know who Gravity was. He was a magnificent wolf, and Orion had longed to meet him. He had been noble and wise. Firm but loving. Everyone in the Tempest had bowed to his words. Orion had admired his father, even if he had not been alive when they'd been born. Orion liked to think of Gravity as the Golden Age, when the pack had been thriving. Brooke had not been an awful leader, as far as Orion had seen, but he longed to know what Gravity had been like, when he'd ruled over hundreds of canines.
A scent jolted Orion back into the present. Freezing, midstep, Orion sniffed the air with scrutiny. The rainfall washed away much of the scent, but they'd caught something! He grinned, and begun to run, not sparing Valk a glance to see if she had caught the scent too. His heavy, wet paws impacted the ground with force as he ran, splashing up puddles in his wake. There was movement out the corner of his eye, atop one of the roofs, and Orion skidded to a halt, panting. He scanned the roofs, trying to work out whether his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Looks like our culprit is up there," He breathed, unsure as to whether he was talking to Valk or to himself. Wolves were not experts at climbing like cats, but the roof was low. Approaching it with caution, Orion jumped up onto a lower wall first, balancing precariously on the edge, before leaping onto the higher roof.
The wolf struggled to get balance at first, as he pulled himself onto the roof. He looked around, but saw no one up here. Orion was taking no chances as he began to pad around the circumference of the roof, checking every nook and cranny. He glanced over at his sister, and a small smile played on his lips. Perhaps he could play a trick on her. His face contorted into mock horror as he pretended the large cat was stalking Valk from behind, before letting out a blood-curdling yell, "Valk, behind you!" He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realised it was all just a trick.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 10:34:08 GMT
OOC;; Sorry for the wait, I hope this is ok! <3
Valkyrie narrowed her eyes as her brother snorted at her words. She remembered what he’d said back when he and the others – Ryu, Harley, Gusto, and Kai had come to rescue her and Ares.
“For goodness sake, Orion, I was a cub when I was captured! It was raining and it was misty, and so Adrian and I had no idea we were on Iris territory!”The words were spoken in a snarl, accompanied by a glare from her hot amber eyes. She pulled ahead a little, just because she could, and because she was fed to the teeth with him right now. Why couldn’t he have been the other brother who’d gone missing, rather than Adrian or Lyall? He made it so hard for anyone to like him, especially her. . .
As soon as the thought stood completed in her mind, she wanted to banish it completely, to squish it like an annoying bug. No – she didn’t hate Orion; he was just the most annoying creature on earth. Schooling her face to impassiveness, the young she-wolf focused instead on her surroundings – the abandoned, crumbling buildings. Houses and shops that hadn’t been as well-constructed as many in other parts of Hexasol in the first place; it was hard to find a house with no shattered windows, or with all its doors still firmly on their hinges. In short, too many places in which this mysterious serial killer could be hiding. Keen eyes scanned every possible hideout, lamenting silently that it would take a full day to search all the buildings in this area – and far longer to search every building in the city. They just had to hope that they stumbled across the feline, or his scent trail at the very least.
Ignoring the mud and freezing water that splattered her legs and coated her paws every time she stepped into a puddle, Valkyrie grunted her agreement to Orion’s statement, wondering what their mother would have wanted for them. Sure, she would have been proud for any of her children to become a leader, but the canine knew, almost instinctively, that she would have been familiar with the hardships a leader had to face, thanks to Gravity. Gravity. The father she’d never known, except in stories. Some half-truths, some more, some less. She knew, though, that in his mind, he’d been doing the right thing, and that in itself was admirable. Had he lived, though, she suspected that the Warden would be disappointed with his daughter’s lack of bloodthirsty hatred for felines – maybe he would have even seen it as a weakness. She couldn’t deny that she hated Iris with all of her being, but the rest of the cats in Hexasol were a different matter. Many, she knew, were no different to the majority of loner canines in the city: mothers, fathers, daughters, sons; those who only wanted the best for themselves and their loved ones. It was so easy to hate, once you began to generalise – and hating all of Iris was generalising enough for her liking.
This killer, though, was definitely someone to hate as much as Iris – he’d killed enough canines to be more than a bother to Tempest. The timber-arctic wolf cross flared her nostrils eagerly at a strong scent, opening her mouth slightly to be sure of it. Feline, with undertones of blood. Perhaps their target ate its victims? Orion, too, had noticed the scent, and they sprinted along, muck being disturbed by large, lupine paws. Like her brother, Valkyrie saw something disappear over a rooftop – a tail-tip, maybe? Slowing enough that she had stopped by the time she reached Orion, the brown-furred female blinked, nodding wordlessly at her brother’s hushed tones. Tracing a route in her mind from a dumpster to the low roof, she moved almost as soon as he did, launched herself with strong hind legs from the ground to the top of the big bin, then pushing upwards and off it onto the roof, almost losing her balance but just managing to stay upright.
Orion was already making sure there were no signs of life anywhere on top of the building; finally sure that she wasn’t about to fall, Valkyrie moved to join him, catching the end of his facial transition from smug smile to exaggerated horror as he yelped. Already slightly on edge from her near fall, she spun around – surely on an errand like this, her brother wouldn’t mess with her. But no – there was no-one there.
Taking a deep breath, she forced her anger back down until only annoyance remained, then turned back around to face Orion, a growl rumbling deep in her chest as she narrowed her eyes disapprovingly. “This isn’t a game – even you should have more sense than to call a false alarm like that at a time like this!” Something flickered in her peripheral vision then, behind her brother – the killer! “Quick, there it goes!”
Her voice was an eager howl as she spotted the dark shape – the feline had been observing them from a neighbouring roof. As soon as her voice sounded, it streaked away, out of sight – had it gone to a lower roof, or all the way down into the streets below? She ran to Orion’s side of the roof, wildly trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of it. “It’ll have left a scent trail at the very least.”Her brother’s childish prank was all but forgotten for the time being as she devoted all of herself to their mission.
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Post by Picasso on Jun 12, 2013 13:44:43 GMT
Orion resisted the urge to roll his eyes that Valkyrie's excuse. He'd heard it all before, but he still couldn't fathom why they had been that stupid. Rikki had always been so careful of their wellbeing, and Orion had always been smart not to go wandering off near cat territory. Even if they hadn't been able to scent the Iris Pride, they still should've known. Perhaps it frustrated Orion just a bit too much, because he believed he would've done things differently. Nevertheless, what's done is done. Valkyrie had hopefully learnt her lesson and not get captured again. He didn't think he could be bothered to rescue her a second time, if that ever happened. Thankfully, from what Orion had heard, there were fewer canines being taken prisoner these days, and far less torture. It gave Orion hope that the Iris was reforming, and becoming something canine's didn't need to fear.
"Perhaps so," Orion replied dryly after a moment's silence, "But you could've prevented mother from being killed." It was a low blow, and he reckoned Valk lived with that weight on her shoulders everyday. He had never been close to Rikki, but she had been his mother, after all. She was the one to rear him alone, love him and nurture him. Orion still remembered the day he found his mother after searching for several days. He had his suspicions that she was dead, ever since she went missing, presumably to try and save Valkyrie. Her crumpled, bloody body was found in the marshes. Orion had stared down at her, trying to feel something. He was certain he was supposed to feel some kind of sense of loss, or sadness? But he had just turned away from her and walked back to the pack territory.
Orion had wondered whether there was something wrong with him, for not wanting to mourn the death of his mother. He was almost glad he didn't feel her loss, otherwise he'd be more angry at his sister for getting herself into the mess that cost their mother her life. He had needed closure; something he'd never had with his mysterious father, who'd disappeared before he was out of his mother's womb. Without seeing the body, Orion was sure he would be living in wonder about what Rikki's final moments were. Gazing over at his determined sister, Orion sighed. She had not had that kind of closure. She had heard of their mother's death from his lips, and it had not been tastefully done. Orion didn't have many regrets, but that was one of them. No one should find out a loved one has died in such a cruel way.
As Valkyrie joined him on the roof, they stood back-to-back, carefully surveying their surroundings. Although Valk didn't appreciate the trick he'd played on her, Orion couldn't help but snicker. Granted, this wasn't the time nor place, he had to find the surprise, and possibly fear, on Valkyrie's face amusing. Winking at her, he padded over the slippery roof, trying to catch the scent. The rain had started to fall heavier - big, fat, water droplets fell on his muzzle, making Orion groan with annoyance. The rain was making this difficult enough, let alone more rain. They were already sodden to the bone, and Orion couldn't wait to get back to the Tempest to dry off and get warm. He had never hated the weather so much.
Valk's exclamation made Orion turn, just in time to see a flicker of movement. Snapping his thoughts away, Orion's fur bristled. There were two possible ways the feline could've gone, and the scent was too faint to trace easily. He quickly looked at his sister, "I'll take the streets, you try and find the killer on the roofs," He barked, before adding an afterthought, "Try not to slip and break your neck, eh?" Grinning, Orion bounded off the roof, onto solid ground. His paws landed in a muddy puddle, splashing water up his legs. Sighing, Orion ignored the cold, and begun to run through the streets, keeping his nose close to the ground to try and sniff their killer out. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 10:38:47 GMT
OOC;; Shut your annoying self-righteous trap, Valk XD
Orion's words, though nothing new, cut Valkyrie to the bone. The look she gave him was a combination of a cold death stare and one of purest pain, if that were at all possible. He would most certainly know how she felt about their mother's death, he had some inkling, at least, of her guilt - and he wasn't helping her to feel any better! If the pain had been fresher, she might have asked him, since when did you care so much about Mama? When they were younger, she remembered him all but rebuffing her affections, blatantly disobeying her in almost every way possible from a rather young age. Not that she hadn't wandered off, either, but she had tried, at least, and often let her know. Neither of them had been perfect, but she had always felt that he endured his mother's love rather than appreciating it. As a cub, she had been a boundless bundle of energy and affection, lapping up her mother's attention's eagerly.
And now she was dead, and, indirectly, it was Valkyrie's fault.
"How?" She asked quietly. "With the gift of hindsight, everything seems as if it could have been prevented. Blaming me, even if it is my fault, won't bring her back!" If it had, she would have welcomed her brother's accusations.
Shaking her head in silent infuriation and slight condescension at Orion's mocking snicker and his casual behaviour, she crouched on the edge of the roof, trying to catch a whiff of the feline's scent, or a flash fur, a task made more difficult by the returning rain. The water did not get any further than the she-wolf's outer layer of fur, but the feel of it on her body, and especially between her furry paw-pads, was annoying. It was still cold, too, her winter coat no having grown in completely yet.
After the cat's brief appearance, there was nothing left to do except attempt to search in both places it could have gone. Nodding at Orion's words, she smiled wryly, not bothering to complain that she'd been give the harder task.He was lighter, even if only slightly, and hence would do better up here, but she supposed that if one of them had to break their necks doing this job, it might as well be her. Gazing around to see the easiest possible route across the buildings, she instantly saw that one to her left, in a slightly different direction to the one that Orion had taken, was only slightly taller than this one, and the gap was quite small, only about two or three paws across. Bracing herself on the edge of the slanted roof, she carefully moved her front half across, before pushing off on her hind legs.
From here, she had a better view of the city, and casting around, she found what she'd been looking for - the murderer's scent. And looking across to where it lead, she realised that it would be travelling in roughly the same direction as her brother.
Scrambling back the way she'd come, the young female set off at a lope toward her brother, heedless of the falling rain and the water that she stirred up from the muddy puddles that dotted the crumbling streets.
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Post by Picasso on Jun 19, 2013 12:13:17 GMT
Orion knew nothing would bring their mother back. Hell, Orion didn't even know if he wanted her back. She was their mother, but Orion couldn't think of a single moment he had genuinely enjoyed with her. As a cub, Orion had always been keen to get away from his family and make a life of his own without being held back. As soon as he'd fled, Orion had felt truly happy for once in his life. He no longer had to abide by his mother's rules, or feel he had to make meaningless conversations with his siblings. He was free to choose what he wanted to do, and no one could tell him otherwise. Loneliness was not something that affected Orion, and if he did not have so much love for his pack, he would have become a loner by now. He sighed wistfully and sent Valkyrie a withering look, "No," He mused over the sound of the rainfall, "Nothing will bring her back, but I want you to keep remembering it was your fault."
Jumping off the ledge of the roof, Orion shuddered. He sometimes lay awake at night, wondering why he lacked the feeling other canines had. He would think of the body of his mother, etched in his mind, and not even an inkling of sadness would come. He would think of his sister, broken and beaten by the Iris, and all he could feel was utter disgust - not of Valkyrie, but of the Iris Pride. They were a vile Pride and an overwhelming sense of anger would overcome him. It was only then that he would realise he was trembling with fury, and he'd control himself. Orion was just different from most - he didn't have the contemporary feelings others did. He did not feel love, or loss. Only anger. Anger and hatred. Dragging his paws along the wet ground, he gazed up at the rooftops, where Valkyrie leapt between a large gap. He lowered his head again, droplets of rain oozing down his sodden cheeks.
Caught in his thoughts, he barely caught the feline's scent until it was too late. Freezing mid-step, Orion pricked his ears and looked around, wary. A blow suddenly caught his flank, and Orion fell to the ground, winded. He gasped, chest heaving for much needed air, as he looked up at his attacker. A tiger was circling him, an amused look on his eyes. Gulping, Orion scrambled to his paws and launched himself at the murderer, letting the anger and hate bubble up inside him. He was relentless as his teeth caught the tiger's torso. However, the tiger was larger and stronger than him. Where was Valk? He thought wildly, as he begun to back up, hoping to buy himself more time. One canine against a big cat was suicide, but Orion refused to run.
"Bastard," He panted with a half-snarl, "You're going to pay for all your murders." The tiger said nothing. Instead, he threw back his head and let out a rumbling laugh. His eyes were wild with madness, as though he didn't even care if he lived or died. Orion did not make any sudden movements, in case the tiger attacked him. They ought to call for back-up - even two wolves against a tiger could result in both their deaths. However, there was nowhere to run, and the tiger would easily catch them up. Narrowing his eyes, Orion's hackles raised as the tiger started to approach him. Much to his surprise, he did not attack, but instead smelled him. Affronted, a snarl ripped from his throat, causing the tiger to edge backwards, an insane smile playing on his lips. "You're mad." Orion stated.
"Perhaps." The tiger replied, still grinning. Before Orion could let him speak again, he charged at the tiger, catching him off guard. He just hoped Valkyrie would hurry the fuck up so they could bring this insane tiger down.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 5:31:38 GMT
Orion's words were nothing close to a shock, especially after all the things he'd done and said after she and Ares had been rescued. She met his arrogant gaze with barred teeth and eyes filled with a mixture of strained patience, pity, and something even she couldn’t name – something that wasn’t quite hatred, amber eyes hard as stone. In her own way, too, she was different from the rest –internally questioning everything – the reasons for which Tempest and Iris existed – the reasons this whole war existed. She was fast tiring of it, of being a part of it. Tempest didn’t feel like the family she’d imagined it would be; it was a group united by hate almost more than everything else, a group that, ultimately, were only looking out for those strong enough or willing to stand with them – and really only canines at that. She didn’t know what to do with her life any more, didn’t know where she was headed.
And sometimes she just didn’t care, just so long as it wasn’t deeper into Tempest politics.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind, some unheeded. What if the feline had already found Orion and left her brother lying somewhere, dead or dying? Then she realised she didn’t feel even a twinge of worry or fear of this – neither did she feel satisfied or anything close to happy at this. She was supposed to be his sister! No matter how they treated one another, they were still littermates. Quickening her pace to a frenzied lope, the young she-wolf pulled her thoughts to safer, more practical avenues. The only thing to do in this circumstance was to attack - from the scent, she had realised that this was no small or even medium-sized feline - it was most likely a tiger, for she knew what lion smelled like, and this was not one of those.
Perhaps, in some ways, it would be more sensible to go and get help. No how big she was, no matter how quick or skilled either she and her brother were, a tiger could still overcome both of them. But she suspected that if she left, Orion would lose his life, and she refused to risk that.
Slowing her pace as the scents of both the beast and her brother became fresher and the sounds of a scuffle were audible, she decided to check what was happening before she rushed in. She would be no help to Orion if she rushed in there like a fool and got herself critically injured or killed before she had a chance to help take down their foe.
Valkyrie spotted them just as the black wolf lunged for the tiger, managing to catch him unawares. The feline retaliated, opening massive jaws and aiming a blow from a forepaw, claws outstretched, at Orion's shoulder. Powerful jowls sought to close down on the smaller wolf's neck even as the young Soldier barrelled into their mad enemy from behind, clamping her own, almost equally strong teeth down onto a huge hind leg and pulling, seeking to shatter it.
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Post by Picasso on Jul 16, 2013 11:26:25 GMT
ooc; apologies for the wait! <3
A blur flickered behind the tiger, and he recognised Valkyrie's tawny form charging at the tiger, hoping to catch it unawares. The feline roared in pain and anger as it spun to face its second opponent. Orion was careful to keep behind the big cat so that it couldn't face them both at once. Dark blood stained its rear from Valkyrie's powerful bite, and Orion launched again as it was about to attack his sister. It was near impossible to kill a big cat with only two wolves, but Orion could only hope that they could seriously injure it. He eyed the tiger's large paws warily. One well-aimed swipe with its talon claws could render one of them blind. The striped animal turned back to Orion, eyes burning with fury. Orion considered howling for back-up, but it was unlikely they'd be heard this far away, and would only create more attention.
"We should fall back," Orion panted as he dodged a heavy paw from slicing through his chest. The tiger was being careful not to let its throat be exposed. A skilled fighter. They had no chance. He spared a glance to Valkyrie. They may be two skilled warriors, but even that could not bring down a well-trained tiger who thirsted their blood. Orion wondered whether it would chase them if they ran. Perhaps they could lead him back to the Tempest territory. It was risky. The Pack wouldn't be ready for a tiger charging into their packlands, and it could result in several deaths. Gulping, the wolf let out a shaky breath as the tiger turned its attention back to Valkyrie, starting another attack on her. This would be suicide if they continued, but it would also be nearly impossible to lose him.
Chest heaving for breaths, he looked around wildly. The street was all but empty. "C'mon, we'll get back-up another day," He finally said, not waiting to hear Valk's reply. They would end up them both killed if they continued this suicide mission. If they waited a few days, let their wounds heal, and go out with several more canines, then they'd be at an advantage. They could rid the city of this murderous feline, as long as they were more equipped. He turned on his heel and ran, hoping Valk would be able to follow. The tiger looked up from its attack and saw the disappearing wolf in his peripheral vision. A snarl ripped from his throat as he launched after Orion. Orion was wounded at his shoulder, resulting a heavy limp. He was going half the speed he usually went. Risking a glance over his shoulder, he saw the tiger was quickly gaining on him.
"Fuck," He muttered as he charged down a corner, leaving him on a larger road. He was exposed out here, and his wound was starting to sting. Groaning, Orion calculated how likely it was the Tempest would be able to hear him from there. Fuck it. Orion threw back his head and howled as loud as he could - trying to convey that they needed help, as soon as possible. He didn't have time to wait to hear if there was a reply from any pack members, but instead began to limp ahead, wondering where Valkyrie had got to - and whether she was all right.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 6:25:11 GMT
The tiger's roar almost deafened her as it turned, wrenching its bloodied leg from her jaws in the process. Valkyrie noted Orion's strategy and essential stayed where she was, dodging a hefty blow from a massive forepaw with huge claws unsheathed and resisting the desire to shudder. It would be all too easy to lose an eye, or both to a swipe like that. The feline snarled again, lashing its tail as she dug blunt, powerful claws its one of its front paws; this time, one of its huge talons caught on the skin of her shoulder, and she wrenched herself backwards and out of its grip, blood flowing freely from the deep gash.
She stood there for a moment, panting and out of breath as the monster turned on her brother, desperation battling the adrenaline raging though her. Even two big wolves, both skilled and somewhat experienced Soldiers, barely stood a chance of bringing such a feline down - if this went on much longer, either she or Orion stood a good chance of being killed. The big she-wolf barely her Orion's words as she lunged forward to sink her sharp canines into the striped feline's flank, distracting it from Orion. The tiger's jaws snapped shut a hair's-breadth from her nose as she disengaged, spitting out a mouthful of skin and blood, trying to aim it at the tiger.
It hit him between the eyes and, startled, he pulled back for a moment. Valkyrie glanced at her brother as he spoke, nodding wordlessly and throwing herself to one side as the massive feline regained his composure and attacked once more. Determinedly, he lunged forward, catching one of his foe's forepaws in his jaws before it reached the group, and bit down, hard. The young Soldier's paw suddenly felt as if it was exploding; a snarl burst from her lips and she pushed forward to bite the tiger on the nose. Roaring in pain, he released her paw, blood dribbling from his mouth, and retreated. Valkyrie tried to move her paw; it protested volubly, the impact from putting it down again excruciating. She couldn't run - and so she prepared for another onslaught. A moment later, though, the hulking feline spotted Orion's fleeing form and gave chase, leaving her behind.
The canine was no use to her brother now; wincing as she moved her paw, she decided the only thing she could do now was get back to Tempest and warn them. And so with slow, uneven strides, favouring her uninjured front paw, the half-crushed one leaving bloody smears in its wake, she hobbled slowly through the streets.
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