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Offline beck.

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #15 on: March 11, 2019, 08:37:27 PM »
    It only took a hissed command to smear away his doubts and send him into a blind lunge after the few familiar creatures rushing to met the enemy midway. If his lungs worked properly, he would've giggled at the absurdity of what he gotten himself into. But he could only wheeze in sharp, nearly-desperate inhales as a recognized buzz flooded his senses. No, not now, go away! A violent shake of his head should have warded away the advance, but something... someone grabbed hold of his foot and yanked, effectively tripping him up enough to release the scrawny boy into a skidding tumble.

     Nauseating hum bouncing off the sides of his skull as he lifted his face from the dirt, Beck scrambled back to a readied stance despite the static whispering in his ears. Amber eyes drifting across the scene involving a fox on the verge of a tantrum barking at Crow, his attention was quickly stolen from the blooming fight to a mirrored silhouette idly watching the violence on the distant sidelines. The buzz drowned out the insults thrown at each other and the noise of exchanged blows as Beck could only stare at him. Rotten eyesockets peered back at him, accompanied by a smile streaked by the red of a nosebleed. The hallucination tilted his head to tease the poltergeist, disturbing a sparse cloud of flies from his decomposed frame, before swiveling his head once more to face ahead of Beck. The entranced feline followed the empty gaze, returning attention to the battle breaking out before his eyes --

     Another was lurching towards him, a blur of tan fur. Beck's ears dropped to flatten against his head. Yet instinct kicked back in, and the apparition of the boy disappeared in a blink. If Leroy hadn't the kindness to save his distracted ass, the caracal would likely have tackled cold air instead of catching him. Get it together, Beck. When @captain spun on his heel to challenge the faithful wolfhound, the unseen entity circled around to get behind him, rematerializing right as jaws of razor-sharp teeth aimed to clamp down on one of his thighs, claws seeking to join teeth to score his haunches while he erratically shook his head back and forth. Maybe if he was lucky, his anatomy studies would pay off and he'd pierce the artery he knew pumped lifeblood under the wildcat's flesh.
WE SWAM LIKE RATS ON FIRE RIGHT, RIGHT DOWN THE RESEVOIR
WE TOOK ALL THAT WE COULD CARRY, BUT WE TRIED TO CARRY MORE
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Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #16 on: March 11, 2019, 09:17:48 PM »
A Z R A Y E L
heavy wings beat above and then a shrieking wail that ascends higher in pitch like the screams of the damned as the pale shadow drops and lays a swathe of fire burning pure white lined across the ground below into a group of amassing Pittians across the other side - reinforcements perhaps or latecomers, the reaper cares for neither merely that he has targets to sentence today.

It’s not long before he banks back around for another go at torching the walls - he may not have been a tangled long but he shares the distaste of this place and though he has yet to find a target, well, it matters not - the territory will do for now.

[eh just an intro, he hasn’t attacked any player chars yet. - tags in sig, Extreme.]


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Offline ramona.

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Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #17 on: March 12, 2019, 09:56:18 PM »
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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the sounds of battle and the heat of flames tore a terror open in the tall borzoi pup's heart, the pup racing from the caverns, screaming for her uncle, "MARLE!? UNCLE MARLE!?" the battlefield was her least favorite place, reminding her of the men and women that she had once trained with in her uncle's pack, and their brutal ways.

taking a deep breath, she looked around for the closest source of combat, pushing back the tears that came at the memory of finding her uncle's corpse. letting out a cry, the youngster charged at beck and Leroy, doing her best to avoid the tangle of wild limbs and blood and fur, the lass aimed to butt one of the two with her own head, too disorientated to truthfully understand the situation. stumbling through the bodies, she whipped around for a second attack, aiming to catch @beck with her front paws, crying out a loud, "dont hurt him!" out of the entire group currently involved, captain seemed the least mean or scary that she had met, which sparked some sense of loyalty within her heart.
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Offline JERVIS

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #18 on: March 13, 2019, 09:40:14 PM »
As he whizzed throughout the air, he was jolted backwards. Teeth like dagger dug into his shins, causing Jervis to let out a yelp of surprise. Ultimately his claws met Crow’s cheek anyways and the ardent was utterly pleased in such a result, allowing himself to smirk in victory. The fight was not over yet though.

With the thrust of his free back leg, Jervis attempted to kick backwards at Arrow’s face in hopes of doing some damage. Either way, the fox seized his chance to escape their grip. Free at last, he sneered. His belly brushed the floor as he prepared to rush forward and soon enough he pounched to the frontlines, only to barely escape Crow’s attempt to trip him. At the last moment, he happened to sidestep but still stammered forward. The needle-like shards had missed his face but wildly wisped past his underbelly (as that’s where his would of lied if he had fallen), only missing him by a few milimeters. Then to the ground they went. Like knives, they pierced through the dirt. Jervis was ultimately stunned and came to realize what damage that could of done to him, causing the red fox’s blood to boil. Things were heating up.

With Crow in his reach, Jervis pushed forward nevertheless. Ragged fur breezed through the wind as he tried to tackle into Crow into the ground once again. This time his unsheathed claws would grab at the sides of the other leader’s head, ultimately hooking onto of his ears in the fury, and attempt to bash his skull downwards into the ground. His expression twisted into rage. TELL THEM TO LEAVE, he furiously growled. Jervis would attempt to slam his head again before continuing on. OR YOUR HEAD WILL BE FIRST ON THE BORDER’S SPIKES. His lips contorted backwards and exposed all of his yellowed teeth. He’d continue to try and vigorously slam Crow as he spoke. ”THIS-“ Slam! ”-IS-“ Slam! ”-MY-“ Slam! ”-VICTORY.” Slam!  And thus he grew close, practically drooling over Crow and spitting in his face as Jervis spoke. Golden eyes stared daggers into Crow. Not yours, not Tanglewood’s,” he whispered mockingly. All of the sudden his voice rose again. MINE! Slam!

@— arrow @Crow Roux

//sorry sorry! plans came up
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Offline beck.

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #19 on: March 18, 2019, 02:21:00 AM »
     He was far too lost in the moment to fully register the impact coursing through the tussle of limbs and flying fur. Nerves failed to inform him of the blow delivered by Ramona's charge, but one moment his teeth shredded into something, and the next, he bit the dust.

     The little cat jerked back to his feet despite the stumble, jaws parted in the beginning of a snarl as his eyes tracked the hound responsible. He lurched when she spun around, anger welling up inside his chest and rattling in his head. Her front paws struck his face, yet the combination of numbness and the mask -- he didn't remember putting it on, when did he put it on? He didn't want it on! The combination of numbness and the mask spared him from the strikes, hardly disconcerting him. If anything, the sharpened spikes lining the mask's bone cheeks would've pricked her paw pads. His head still was knocked to the side, but it swiftly snapped back, hollow eyes burning behind the blanched face of bone he adorned. Beck didn't acknowledge @ramona.'s plea, instead responding with an abrupt upward swipe to her chin, although his claws potentially could slash her neck as well. It was scarcely enough to satiate the hatred bubbling over its brim in his guts. He followed by moving to jab an elbow into her windpipe on the way down from his initial swing, seeking to at least stun her.

     Harsh shrieking pierced through his thoughts, earning a pained whine from the boy. He stepped back from Ramona, spine bristling with static and head violently tossing about to rid of the horrid noise. Too much noise, too much noise. His focus locked onto the source, and an unhinged wail tore from his throat. Before he himself could realize it, Beck was ramming into @JERVIS's flank, the devilish horns of his mask aimed to gore into the fox's torso twice. Even if the mask's horns didn't return slick with blood, the poltergeist attempted tackling Jervis to the sand, teeth snapping at anything he could latch onto in a frenzy and toxic spit flying with every careless bite He didn't care about the possibility he might have saved Crow, or that he left open vulnerability by not ending Ramona on the spot. No, all he wanted was to shut this fucker up.
WE SWAM LIKE RATS ON FIRE RIGHT, RIGHT DOWN THE RESEVOIR
WE TOOK ALL THAT WE COULD CARRY, BUT WE TRIED TO CARRY MORE
​​​​​​​the poltergeist tanglewood​​​​​​​ sawbone info pm to plot ​@tricky

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Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #20 on: March 18, 2019, 08:34:57 PM »
Sharp pain twinged around his hardy forehead, on account of Captain’s fangs designated themselves as unwanted guests in the guardsman’s forehead. Neck yanking back in recoil, resentment towards his attacked immediately started to brew within the confines of his gut. The bite was not powerful, and missed its target location by a solid inch or so, though it drew blood - the familiar sensation of warm ooze already seeped from minuscule wounds. A furied growl began thundering in his throat; nobody touched him like that, especially by the second-rate heap of scum that was a Pittian. Whoever this fucker wanted to call himself, the feline’s name was about to be etched in stone for the rest of eternity. "Alright, douchenugget, you’re really getting it!", Leroy spat, rearing himself for yet another lunge.

And then, to the mutt’s utter surprise, Beck made the scene, attempting to land a good hit on the scoundrel who initially aimed to tangle with the child.

Before any further action could be taken, deafening palpitations broke the sky’s silence, instantaneously followed by a sound only comparable to a flamethrower on performance-altering drugs. Disoriented, all previous intentions momentarily blurred, the Tangler’s hardened glare combed the skyline in an effort to identify the cannonade’s cause. The fresh, unaccustomed black smoke served as an obstacle, but a dusky reptilian figure who could be identified as Azrayel was diagnosed as the sudden chaos’ source. Looked like the fellow was holding his own just finely, what with that magical fire stuff conveniently spurting from his maw. Great stuff, keep it up.

Focus returning to where it once had been before (the caitiff known as Captain), the lack of Beck startled Leroy. Even more, there was a new face, one who wore a docile demeanour.

The kid was gone. Shit.

Slightly panicked, blood continued to slowly trickle down his noddle as Leroy dipped away from the deuce of Pittians. A good few moments had passed, before he found himself coming to a skidding halt. Crow, being mauled by a rather talkative Jervis, as Arrow’s chompers made contact with the opposing leader’s leg, with a hasty Beck making an attempt to gore the fox not far off from the group. The fox’s rotten heart was so set on victory, that his monologuing was beginning to sound like a Saturday morning cartoon villain. Seriously, nobody cared; it was soon to be four-on-one, his chances of victory in this scenario we slim.

The leader was caught in a pickle, the captain of the guard was feasting on some leg, and the medic went for the torso, leaving the back, neck, and head as the only current areas available for attack. Honestly, the hound preferred some good ol’ fashioned leg maiming - but when a snob was knocking the everliving shit out of your boss, beggars couldn't really be choosers, could they?

Rearing himself once more, Leroy launched his tall body through the air and towards @JERVIS, his bared pearly-whites aching to messily sink themselves into the red fox’s collar. This was a high-risk high-reward feat; yes, munching on arteries would prove very beneficial, though the possibility of missing was still strongly present. And, even if he did successfully gnaw on Jervis, missing the neck was very much a possibility, as Leroy wasn’t entirely good at aiming. And finally, such a move left Leroy’s own rear exposed; free real estate for those willing to make a move of their own.
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Offline Crow Roux

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #21 on: March 18, 2019, 11:48:05 PM »
"F-FUCK—" The next thing he knew his head was smashed into the dirt, teeth clacking loudly from the impact. He grunted, his body tensing as the fox scrabbled at his head. Another slam, then he braced himself and pushed his feet under the larger animal, canines bared. He felt he was suffocating under the weight of Jervis atop his chest, quick breaths coming out as raspy heaves. Any more and his brittle ribcage was sure to fall apart.

Each word that left the fox’s maw was gasoline trickling onto the fire of resentment that burned deep inside Crow’s core. Every sound caused it to burn bigger and bigger, and he was near a breaking point. He was angry and his outlet was right in front of his face. He wanted Jervis's dumb mouth to stop making noise.

Out of the corner of his jade eyes came into sight a small figure, an odd saviour. A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins like a venom, and in a flurry he found a new strength to use his legs to attempt to toss the fox to the side as Beck made contact. In the quick moments his adversary was distracted, jaws clenched the dagger strapped to his side and he furiously swiped it forward in the direction of Jervis's chest. Crow didn't care what he hit, as long as he hit something. He wasn't playing any more games.

WE'LL DANCE IN THE STREET WITH
MUD ON OUR KNEES AND SHOW
THE WORLD WE'RE EVERYTHING
THEY WISH TO BE — ★

Offline JERVIS

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #22 on: March 19, 2019, 07:58:42 PM »
Pointed horns like daggers flew into his side. Jervis was admittedly caught off guard by the stranger, ultimately frustrating him to no end. The horns had gone deep. Blood was rushing out from underneath his skin within miliseconds and causing a wave of instant fatigue to come over the ardent. Even with the aches, he knew he had to keep going. Golden eyes narrowed. 'God dammit.' Thus he continued on, fighting his way through their grips. It was no use.

As soon as he tried to slip away, more came his way. With a yelp of surprise, the fox was tossed to the side by Crow and then tackled by Beck. He landed roughly on his back with a grunt. Though defenseless, Jervis knew that someone had to come to their royalty's help eventually, so he fought on. The first chomp by Beck was unsuccessful, as Jervis had seen it coming from a mile away, but Leroy's snap at his collar landed. Uncanny and shrill, a screech left him. Unsheathed claws were thrown forward, attempting to lash at Leroy's smug mug and whatever he could reach on Beck along the way. Venom and spit soaked, he was pissed.

Sadly, that was not all. A dagger slashed and dashed across his chest, causing Jervis to kick upwards in an attempt to push Crow away with his back paws. In the meantime, he tried to slip away from the other two again and seek help from the others. Perhaps Ramona and Captain could be of assistance.
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in my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows — black hole sun, won't you come?
( ♛ ) - ———————————————— -tags. & the pitt's glorious ardent. & fox. 」

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Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #23 on: March 20, 2019, 12:16:21 PM »
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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alright, she had to admit that she knew there would be pain associated with this, jumping into a fray instead of letting the killers come to her and catching her unprepared. when beck swiped his paw up at her chin and neck, she didnt try to dodge, she let the pain come, remembering old lessons. his elbow aimed at her throat missed but caught her shoulder, throwing her for a spin and miscalculation of her direction.

stumbling for a few steps, she could hear jervis' cries and let her eyes close, regaining her sense of balance and bolstering her sense of confidence and drive to protect her home. the youngster would swing her head in the direction of the gang-up on jervis, keeping an ear to the sky, knowing the dragon up on high would not be her problem to face at this moment. she was a small thing anyways, and she had the matters of present to focus on. calling upon all of her memories of her uncle, she picked up a stick from the nearby grounds, gripping it tightly in her jaws.

it was time to defend her home, at least in her uncle's memory, and because she didnt know if she would survive this day at all, so it was better to go out swinging. taking a breath, she charged across the open battlefield, mind filled with memories and warnings, and the presence of her uncle and mother. she didn't give a cry, for it sang in her bones and blood, called to the warring nature of her family. aiming a charge at @leroy, ramona would change direction at last second, aiming to dive under the other canine with her stick pointed towards his underbelly and thighs, hoping to get it stuck in the male and cause enough of a distraction for a second attack. if her attack was successful, she would use the speed of the attack and the force of the stick striking to spring to her feet on his other side. if unsuccessful,  she would slide out on the other side with her stick still in her jaws.
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Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #24 on: March 21, 2019, 01:13:14 PM »
PASTEL ROUX !
We are the weirdos mister.
Pastel had helped plan the raid to a point. She had a patrol of fliers dropping glitter filled glass bottles onto the field and any number of enemies or allies could get hit, either with the glass, the glitter or both. Some might not get hit at all, but it might be a good disraction to the Pitt if they could see the bottles dropping.

While her patrol was enacting a previously planned attack, she went to enact an improvised one. She barely had the size of a three month old kit, and fought like a magician mainly, but she saw an opportunity when Jervis did his temporary retreat. The witch snuck underneath his belly with care, careful not to disturb his fur and with a great spring, jumped up into his belly. She assumed it would feel like getting punched, or having a weight thrown at you, she was a whole three and a half pounds after all.

//I have permission for smacking @JERVIS with a tiny cat
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Offline JERVIS

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #25 on: March 27, 2019, 10:18:57 PM »
Unaware and slipping away from the others, he found himself out in the open. All sides had someone surrounding him and Jervis found himself relatively safe. Sadly, he was not aware of what lied beneath. Pastel had succeeded. Out of nowhere, something pounded into his stomach. His breath left his body instantly. A heave left him as Pastel threw her weight into his stomach, causing him to jerk upwards instantly and then proceed to lurch forward into a forced lean. As a result, his paw reached out forward in a jolted reaction and aimed to swipe or slap at Pastel to roughly hit her away.
tags - penned by orion
HIDES THE FACE, LIES THE SNAKE
in my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows — black hole sun, won't you come?
( ♛ ) - ———————————————— -tags. & the pitt's glorious ardent. & fox. 」

Offline Crow Roux

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #26 on: March 29, 2019, 09:28:08 AM »
Finally a break from the combat, and Crow stumbled back a short distwnce to regain his bearings. Hot liquid ran along the length of his face, and he squinted to keep the crimson out of his eye. Jervis had nearly sliced the tip of his ear off perfectly, and it bled profusely, but it was no problem. The ardent would duly pay in time.

As much as the feline wanted to jump back into the tussle, he knew he had much more important tasks at hand before he would allow himself to indulge in the havoc. Crow’s head turned around frantically, searching for the poltergeist’s small figure, a key player in the event which was about to unfold, and he spat, "Beck, the bucket!"

A pause, and a new sight caught his jade gaze, the form of his daughter drawing near the fox. A gasp as Jervis’s pummeling feet neared her, and he was flying through the air again, intent to tackle the ardent to the ground once more, blade held and no longer withdrawing his impulses. A socked paw moved to firmly plant itself over the fox’s throat, and a growl escaped his lips as he thrust the blade downward with gusto, and then again, and again.

Crow wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt Pastel. Never again.
« Last Edit: March 29, 2019, 09:28:29 AM by Crow Roux »

WE'LL DANCE IN THE STREET WITH
MUD ON OUR KNEES AND SHOW
THE WORLD WE'RE EVERYTHING
THEY WISH TO BE — ★

Offline JERVIS

Re: FLYING OFF THE DEEP END // raid
« Reply #27 on: April 03, 2019, 07:36:48 PM »
Out of the corner of his eye, the tabby reappeared. Jervis parried backwards. The blade missed him, but he clearly saw it's intents to kill as it swung through the air with gusto. Passionate swings. An over-emotional Crow was appearing before his eyes and showing where his true loyalty lied. Though he was unaware that Crow was her father, he now knew that he had a prize to hold over the other leader's head. If he could manage to grab the girl and run, there would be utter chaos. But not now. That would have to come later. Jervis had to keep fighting.

Even if his eyes were wide out of surprise, the fox let out a cackle of victory. "What?" he shouted cockily. "Is this one important to you?" For now he bounced on the tips of his paws.
tags - penned by orion
HIDES THE FACE, LIES THE SNAKE
in my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows — black hole sun, won't you come?
( ♛ ) - ———————————————— -tags. & the pitt's glorious ardent. & fox. 」

 

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