MAKE 'EM BLEED / o, raid

[beck.]

    His jaws never even clamped down on Pinch's neck, never shredding flesh and never crushing a windpipe. And Pinch never even fought back, pathetically enough, instead allowing his cronies to form one massive and confusing dogpile. It was a blurred string of attacks; one minute Beck was poised to tear out a jugular, the next he was scrabbling back to his feet in the sand with the stale wind knocked form him. Harsh wheezing aside, the boy venomously glowered back at the panther who batted him aside for a nonexistent heartbeat before Khaol's claws slashed at his neck. Fortunately Khaol was yanked back into the mess by Fish just as Beck recoiled, black sludge oozing from the gashes blossoming under his chin. It was a superficial wound in the long run, the entity eventually resetting himself to his perpetual state he was preserved in. Despite replicated blood spilling down his chest, the poltergeist's apparition distorted in his frustration. Beck teetered back onto his rear legs, shallow chest forcing out a hoarse snarl as sparks crackled down his ragged flanks and electrified paws. The wobbling coyote was intent on slamming his paws onto the sandy beach, knowing most of the pirates would serve as ideal conductors due to dampened pelts -- if only he wasn't interrupted by Bella's voice cutting through the carnage.

    Beck's eyesight may have been blurred and failing, but it didn't take glasses to recognize the ragdoll form of the cougar. Not his identity at first, but rather the signs death has snuffed out another life. "Oh, shit." came the ragged whisper, all voltage surrounding the poltergeist's image falling flat in shock -- no pun intended. He lingered in his reared stance for a moment, attention immediately torn away from the mess of attacks this raid had become. What a waste. But even though Vladimir was as dead as a doornail, it was a win by technicality. Beck hadn't prioritized their diversion, and they completed what they set out to do. Falling back onto all fours, there was no panic in his step as he hastily skidded through bloodied sand towards Amunet and Belladonna. "A'ight guys, we don't need t' waste our time here anymore! Let's get a move on!" The commander crowed out over the noise, masking any distracting emotion at the sight of Vladimir. They -- he failed him. Not your first time being a disappointment. Beck ignored the voice buzzing in his ears as he gripped Vladimir's cold scruff in his teeth, and with some hurried struggle, heaved the corpse over Amunet's back. Beck scrabbling up after the blind wildcat, the entity reverted back to his feline form and gave Amunet's shoulder a frantic pat to get her going. While Beck was wisely retreating with a grimacing smirk on his scarred features and their victory of retrieving Vladimir's remains, it was likely the Typhoon members were sorry-losers, so he was eager to get everyone off the beach and away from them. But he would be back, in ominous and cliche manner of speaking. With that, he sent a particularly nasty look at Pincher complete with a childishly stuck-out tongue and as best of a middle finger a paw could manage.

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[Morgan]

Morgan did not know how to react. Someone it was unfamiliar with appeared to be dead, lacking a presence of any sort. Was it the group's prey? In any case, it seemed that its allies were retreating. A few had already made some distance, and the others were likely to follow suit.

Seeing no reason to attack anyone, the samoyed turned around, raising the line of water in the sand into a high wall of ice. It was not sure if the pirates would follow its group, but it hoped that it could at least slow them down for a brief moment. Catching up to Beck and Amunet, the canine mumbled, "Who..."  still unsure of what it was the group had come to retrieve. It was not expecting an answer - at least not one that it would understand.

[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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Fenrisulfr snarled as a weight dropped on his back and claws caught at his playing, sliding across it to snag and gouge into the fur along his sides - the war wolf shifted and attempted to roll with her on his back, the spikes lining his spine would likely impale or cause wounds if [member=218]ARGUS[/member] remained on his back as he shifted away if nothing else it would likely knock her off of course then beck called the retreat and Fenris chose to back up and away if he could - they were done here it seemed, whoever they came for by the look of him was already dead.

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▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.

[PINCHER]

the devil's backbone

DENIZ "PINCHER" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — DOBERMAN

Shit. Everything had gone to shit. Like an actual war scene, everything happened in a flash and under a minute. There were attacks from both sides that shocked Pincher and made him remember the wars that he had been forced to participate in due to his father's own chaotic actions. Was he really risking his crew's life to probe at these fungi fuckers that had decided to come into his home and try to take a member of theirs? His mind was growing dizzy and his vision hazed for a second, brief abruptions of ink black darkness overtaking it and causing the doberman to stumble back ever so slightly to avoid any attacks that had been directed at him. Small sparks of elecricity began to bounce off his parted jaws as he panted, his body beginning to tremble as he realized what was happening to him. "Fuck...fuck...fuck" He mumbled under his shaky breath, his vibrant oceanic blue gaze suddenly beginning to become the color of melting gold. Pincher suddenly shapeshifted into something he had tried so hard to supress unless in emergencies. His figure molded into one of a sea leviathan, his thick silver blue tainted scales overtaking his figure as he grew, his shark-like jaws now becoming hardy as the male reached his full height. Though he lacked wings, the male was built purely to be an apex predator for the ocean. And that was what the railroad strip of land was surrounded by.

The leviathan parted his jaws and instead of burning fire, a powerful shot of salt water was directed towards the Tanglewood members as they began to retreat, breaking the wall of ice. A throaty roar of rage erupted from his throat as Pincher's lumbering body slipped into the water, disappearing into the dark waves. He was able to not be seen due to the darkness of the night and the murkiness of the water so no one would expect him to suddenly explode of the ocean, aiming to lock his jaws onto Belladonna and Vladimir, if successful he would drag them into the water with him. He didn't give two shits if the blind cougar was dead and this was basically a failed rescue mission for Tanglewood, he wanted his enemies to die. His long poisonous tipped scales that covered his figure would paralyze anyone that got near them, his spikes glistening with the bright toxin. He felt tired. He wasn't used to this kind of body change and all he felt was grief as the forced memory of his fallen family and killing his father replayed inside his head, causing his heart to twist and turn like the currents of the sea.

[member=87]Belladonna[/member] 
"SPEECH"

#psychosocial.