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Outbreak (War P3)

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Published: September 11, 2015

CHARAKA

 

Charaka knew what Rhaegan’s snarl meant. What she didn’t know was how thin the line tethering his rage truly was. Seconds after she saw reason fall from his eyes leaving nothing but bloodlust, Charaka tore after him in an attempt to stop him but she could not match his longer stride to slice his hamstring. Rhaegan and Winema collided as numerous calls to arms hurled through the air. Disappointment turned into determination as she gave her own orders to the charging pack behind her.




RILEY

 

Erin’s prediction had been correct, everything the Great Spirit had sent to her in a dream was unfolding before his very eyes. While he had never been in an actual battle before in his lifetime, he felt strangely calm from the very beginning, absorbing his fellow pack mates anxiety from the shadows of the Aryn treeline as they silently watched and waited for an outcome. He had knew that there was a lone wolf among their side of the battlefield, one whose aura was darkly corrupted and even more twisted than Adrian’s, and so it came to no surprise when he unleashed all of his bottled fury so suddenly and brought the two sides into a colliding war in the unclaimed fields between their homes. Even if he knew all of this would happen, he still felt dread and a fiery passion to defend his home and family at all costs, even if his expression was completely blank and emotionless. He would not allow Blutwadian scum to harm Mother or the rest of his pack, and he would defend them just as he did Alexis from Veron.




RHAEGAN

 

There was chaos, violent and fearful. The metallic tang of battle stung his nose, and Rhaegan revelled in it. Blutwald’s battle party had forced him to fall back only temporarily from his assault on Winema. It didn’t concern him overmuch. A fearsome beast had awoken in Rhaegan’s belly, stirred by the savagery all around. It had a thirst for blood that could not be sated or stemmed back. He’d kill them all!

Few dared to face him head on as he tore after each victim in turn, Aryn and Blutwald alike - for even if Rhae had been able to distinguish between sides in his madness, Athena’s pack were his enemies now too. He had betrayed them. It may be a slight to his honour, but the greater good was at stake and now at last the line of Roman would be avenged. That to him meant more than anything, and Rhaegan would not hesitate to kill any wretch who dared to come between him and his one all-consuming goal.




WINEMA

 

The valley was filled with cries and snarls of the wolves from Aryn and Blutwald. No. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Aryn had attacked them! Green eyes searched the field and she spotted the brown wolf. That wolf was the cause of this. Squinting her eyes, he seemed to be fighting through even Aryn wolves. Had Aryn not attacked them? This wolf definitely had something more, he wanted. Blocked by the mass of bodies, she couldn’t reach Athena to stop this. Moving around the mass of bodies, perhaps she can find an opening to reach Athena.




RUEBANE

 

Now with the whole of Athena’s wolves rushing into battle, Ruebane suddenly started to feel overwhelmed. He had nearly made it to Winema but felt his paws become heavy, head dizzy. The brute stood there, silent, as he watched wolf clash with wolf in a frenzy as blood sprayed the once so pure Summer grass.  Was this what it looked like? War and hatred? Ruebane had been thinking about it lately, what the sounds and smells of bloodshed would be like. He would have to go in there – he would have to feel teeth and claws scraping away at his fur and skin.

Is it too late to run away?  The male thought, taking a few spends back towards the tree line. He had never fought anything in his life before, and just now the realization came that he might never want to. But then he spotted Ramona. The young Omega had selflessly thrown herself in front of her mother without a single care of her own life. No. He snarled, muscles tensing with a surge of new-found energy. Ruebane wanted to do something he would be proud of. Something his mother would be proud of. Running away would only drown him in shame. Ruebane took a deep breath and exhaled the chilly air. If this was the last time seeing his Pack, he damned well make it count. The Gamma Ranger sprinted towards the onslaught, deep brown eyes shot open in adrenaline. He felt his heart beat like a drum in his chest. Ruebane was ready.




ALCATRAZ

 

The dark Warden bared his long fangs as the Blutwald wolves surged forward. He glanced behind him swiftly to see where Gabitrix was. To his relief she had fled further into the safety of the trees as other wolves of Aryn stepped forward, ready to defend their land and their brothers and sisters. Alcatraz moved to his Alpha’s side protectively, and his thick fur brushed lightly against Athena. He was here with her, and for her and his pack he would die. His pale yellow eyes blazed and his huge fangs were bared, but he was silent as he waited, ready to counter an attack from an enemy Blutwald wolf.

The enemies were many, one in particular sprinting forward. A wolf with dark red fur like many in his pack. He was slender and lean, not build for heavy duty fighting like Alcatraz himself was. But his anger was burning in his deep brown eyes and Alcatraz had no doubt he would be swift on his feet and certainly not one to be underestimated. Alcatraz sprang forward to block the way of the red male as he sprinted toward them.  




RAMONA

 

For a moment, it seemed as though this endeavor would come to a peaceful close. However, the fur on Ramona’s neck that had been standing up the entire time did not lower. It couldn’t end just like that, not so quickly, so easily. Though she was thankful to see her mother, who caught her eye as she looked back into the tree line, Ramona was still on high alert. That wouldn’t stop until they were back home, away from these dreadful, deceitful wolves and their land. And just as she suspected, without any warning, a cry echoed from behind Athena and her pawns, out burst an army of her own. Ramona only took a second to assess what was going on; their numbers were not much greater than Blutwalds, but they were coming quickly and with fury Ramona had not seen before. For the first time in her life- she was terrified. Down in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the want to run, to turn and never look back. But her gaze rested on the pelt of her mother, standing at the front line near Winema, as a huge male wolf came straight at them and all thoughts of fright were gone. Not her, not mother.

Without hesitation, Ramona barreled through the crowd of already fighting wolves and coiled her large, bristled body around Crash’s, as a mighty snarl erupted from her throat. She hadn’t been so close to her mother in such a long time, hadn’t seen her weathered face in many seasons, that she no longer cared about what happened to herself- or even what happened to the rest of Blutwald. All she wanted to do was protect her mother.



CHARAKA

 

“STAY IN TWOS OR MANY. AVOID RHAEGAN THE DARK ONE.” she roared loud enough for others to hear. The order to avoid getting in Rhae’s way was a no brainer. No one except perhaps Master Alcatraz and herself could try to engage him without dying. For the other, doubling up made it easier to overwhelm a single opponent or guard each others’ backs. “LAWSON WITH ALCATRAZ. RILEY WITH ME.” she finished before charging towards a white wolf.

Then the white female suddenly stood guardian-like in front of Crash and Charaka made an on-the-fly decision. “IGNORE THE WHITE ONE AND RUNNERS UNLESS PROVOKED.” she commanded giving Crash and her daughter a sharp glare telling them to keep out of their way if they merely wanted to save their own skins. The order wasn’t made from her former friendship with Crash. Aryn didn’t need to deal with more wolves than necessary since spreading out their numbers would only harm them. Turning abruptly she charged towards a smaller dark female with a grey back while still keeping her body low enough and her stride controlled enough to prepare to either feint or dodge.


 

ATHENA

 

She felt Traz’s touch and drew strength from his nearness. They had faced enemies side by side before, and Athena was glad to have him with her once more, standing against the chaos. The beta lunged for Ruebane and Athena’s heart lurched. She had known the boy once. He was not a killer. He didn’t belong here. None of them did.

But there was no time to hesitate, her pack needed direction. Athena and Charaka had drilled strategy before the meeting, organizing a variety of teams in case the worst should happen. The precaution had proven invaluable. Even as Athena took in the field, her Warden’s orders rang harshly over the barks and growls, leaving the Lady unpaired to move wherever she was most needed and keep her eyes on the tides of the battle as a whole.

She was not afraid to fight - and she knew she would do so before the battle was over. But Athena’s great talent was tactics, and her pack would be served best if she acted in that capacity.



SKINS

 

She was thrown into the whirlwind almost instantaneously. It seemed only moments ago where everything had lay apprehensive, but yet calm. Skins had believed it could have been taken care of without conflict. But of course, she was more than prepared. Last time she was in a battle even close to this, it was against Ivan, Rhaegan’s father. And here he stood, the cause of this mess. Nonetheless, she needed to focus now. Everything was a rush around her, she needed to find it and find it fast. Unfortunately, the other wolf found her first.

 

A paler female was charging towards the Gamma with tremendous force. It caught the female briefly off guard, until her fight mode kicked in. She wasn’t entirely sure of the female’s motive, was she to collide with the Ranger? She couldn’t be sure. As the female charged towards her, drawing ever closer by the second, Skins finally decided, if her attacker was to continue to charge, she’d brace for the impact. Nonetheless, She snapped her teeth in Char’s direction, growling as she did so.

 

Aryn had well enough fighters, she was sure this female was no exception to the stereotype. She had to be on her toes the entire face off. Hackles raised, she crouches down, and braces her entire body, anticipating this charge to turn into an attack. 




RILEY

 

Once Rhaegan shot out from Aryn’s borders, the rest of the hidden crusade began to lunge as well to try and stop him or to aid those he had his sights locked onto. The alabaster Gamma Ranger was ready, and the adrenaline drummed through his pulsating ears. Pushing off from the earth in a powerful stride, he rocketed down into the valley with the screams of battle orchestrating the war. Madam Charaka was at his front, and he kept his focus on the positions of the rest of the Arynian army as she delivered key orders. Ever since he was old enough to train, Madam Charaka had been his teacher in the art of combat, and so in the climax of that moment, he trusted her actions and with his life completely. She called him to his side, and he charged with her at her lead, giving a confident nod as they approached the frenzy of teeth and claws.

The metallic scent of blood already stained the air, causing him to scrunch his sensitive nose in disgust. The sooner he aided his pack in ending the war, the sooner blood would no longer be shed. He nodded again to Charaka’s order, cutting the neutral targets from his vision. To his left the red alpha female Winema was furiously battling with the male who had started the war, and he watched as the rest of his pack engaged with Blutwald’s hidden army. He payed close attention to Charaka’s body language, and he instantly picked up on who she had targeted: a small adult female who was gray and dark blueish black of color but by no means weak. She was obviously skilled in tactical fighting, a quick, agile, and ruthless fighter. He rebounded from Charaka’s side to serve as backup if this Blutwaldian female dealt an unpredictable move.




CHARAKA

 

To her displeasure the smaller wolf stood her ground. With practiced ease from her sparring with many types of wolves and their fighting styles, she could tell what this one she wasn’t just legs with no skill. She actually had speed and agility, but instead of using it she decided to stand up to a wolf that clearly outweighed her. Skill in defensive tactics no doubt. However, Charaka wonder why the idiot didn’t run off and continue pursuing Athena since she clearly had the upper hand in speed? Well, she’ll see if the greybacked-wolf actually had skill or was an inexperienced pig who thought numbers could help her.

Immediately a grin shot across her face at the potential of the impending fight! Adrenaline spiked through her blood as her mind spread out not only to focus on the opponent in front of her but their surroundings as well. The terrain was deceptively flat and bare, but wolves who’ve lived their life in grassland like she did knew how to work the “sparse” terrain to their advantage. She mentally mapped out the locations of the spined cacti and razor sharp leaves of grass in the immediate area in addition to the surrounding fighters as Charaka prepared her feint.

Except wasn’t a normal feint.  Charaka continued her controlled charge, lowering herself to make it that much harder for the Buttwalled sow to have access to her vulnerable legs while also moving her center of gravity so it would take much more effort to pick her up or even move her. Charaka saw the female’s jaws open to snap and Charaka made to move as if she was going to meet her fang-for-fang. But at the last second she turned slightly to purposefully put herself between where the Buttworm was headed and in the same motion attempted to crunch down on its leg. The low stance she was in made it much easier to access its legs, but made herself slower in return.

It seemed that it would be a fight between two defense fighters. Charaka couldn’t tell where Riley was. Either he found someone else to tussle with or was doing his disappearing act only to show up when they least expected it. Either way, Charaka was going to fight like she was on her own.

This was going to be so much fun!






RUEBANE

 

As Ruebane was charging into the thick of the battle, a large brown wolf blocked his path. The red male skidded to a stop to size up his opponent. Without a doubt this was Alcatraz, Athena’s Beta whom was standing close to her during the confrontation. Of course his first fight had to be with him. Dark brown eyes met with bright yellow ones, Ruebane’s lips curling back in a ferocious snarl. If he had to fight Alcatraz, then so be it.

Ruebane sprang forward in the direction of his enemy. However, dealing with Alcatraz head-on would be stupid and result in a quick loss. Ergo, the Blutwald wolf had to think of a clever strategy. The Arynian was nearly twice his size and had much more muscle, so Ruebane’s only advantage was his speed and agility. A thought came into the brute’s mind; The legs. Go for nothing but the legs. In a split second, he swerved around Alcatraz in an attempt to sink his fangs into the enemy’s tendon on his hind leg. As long as Ruebane could steer clear of Alcatraz’s front, he should be able to avoid any major injuries. However, that was never certain. He was Athena’s Beta after all, which means he must be a class A fighter. Not only that, but now another Aryn wolf was yelling to stick in twos. Ruebane’s heart lurched, would he have to take on two wolves at once?




ALCATRAZ

 

Alcatraz’s pale amber eyes flicked to the side as Charaka announced he was paired with Lawson. Where was the dark Courser now, Alcatraz wondered with a flash of anxiety. He had trained with Lawson personally, but still he feared that the peaceful male would be overwhelmed by a more battle-hungry opponent. The Warden’s quick look for his friend was a large mistake. Ruebane’s speed was even greater than Alcatraz had anticipated and his yellow eyes widened in surprise as the red male was suddenly upon him, dodging around with jaws flashing as they closed around his back leg.

The dark Warden jerked forward in surprise but Ruebane’s jaws were quicker and they sank into his fur. The pain was instant and ferocious, especially for an area so tight with muscle and bone. His mind going red with fury he kicked his back leg out to shove it further into Ruebane’s mouth in an attempt to confuse and smother the male as he twisted around, quick as a snake, with jaws wide and fangs ready to drive into the base of Ruebane’s head.



 

LAWSON

 

This was it, this was really happening. The tension between the two packs was so thick during the captives’ release it made it hard to breathe. Just as things seemed to be ending peacefully, a beast roared, and destroyed whatever chance there was for no bloodshed. Lawson watched with wide, terrified eyes and his stomach hit the ground when his alpha’s howl echoed across the land. It was time for war.

It was instinct that took over as he shot out to join his comrades in battle. It was odd; weeks ago, while training with Master Alcatraz, the very idea of having purposely attack another wolf sent him into a state of depression. Now, seeing the Red Pack attack his family, that feeling disappeared. He could only think of Erin, and Seaver, Hani, Kris, Alcatraz, all of Aryn - everyone he loved and cherished - falling prey to Blutwalds’ fangs and was unable to handle the thought. He would do what must be done to help protect them all.

Once into the madness, he looked around anxiously, dodging and ducking as needed. His ears perked at Madam Charaka’s instructions and nodded slightly. It was hard to find the dark Warden in all the madness as he ran and weaved through the other wolves. What felt like hours later he finally spotted his friend, just in time to see another’s teeth sink into his leg. Overcome with anger, his lip curled with a deep, angry growl and he sprinted forward, hoping to catch the other by surprise as he positioned himself to ram into Rue’s side or at least catch him off guard enough to help the warden.


 

RUEBANE

 

Ruebane kept a tight hold on Alcatraz’s leg, attempting to dig his teeth into solid bone. However, the Aryn wolf was smarter than he thought, twisting his leg farther into Ruebane’s mouth to choke him. The red wolf winced at the pain as his jaws began to feel tired and sore. As Alcatraz wanted, Ruebane lost his hold on the tendon to take a few needed breaths. The fur stood up on the back of his neck as he tilted his eyes to the side just in time to see Alcatraz’s sharp fangs approaching his head too quickly for Ruebane to react fully. He tried his best to avoid  the attack but the Aryn wolf’s teeth still grazed the side of his skull, leaving a decently thick cut through his skin. Ruebane craved a second to whine over the fierce stinging that caused his eyes to shut tightly, but he knew that cannot be accepted in a battle.

To retaliate, Ruebane raised onto his hind paws to bring his weight down on Alcatraz’s skull. The brute was about to bring his might down on the wolf when a powerful force struck his side, causing him to barrel into the grass in a sharp yelp. The wind was knocked out of him with such strength that Ruebane found it impossible to catch a breath for a few moments, which for him seemed like a hour of pain. When he got back up on his paws, a new challenger faced him. This one looked smaller and younger, a more matched opponent in his opinion. Ruebane tried his best to hide the shaking in his legs at the thought of fighting not only Alcatraz but another wolf at once. As seconds went by, this shaking turned into uncontrollable anger that his physical pain brought him. He tried to speak but nothing came out but a hideous snarl as Ruebane shot forward, jaws open aiming towards his new opponent’s chest.

 






BLOOM

 

Once the battle truly began, she lost all sense of what was happening. Wolves were attacking one another and she felt torn to what side she was truly on. Staggering around the masses of bodies, she felt in her heart that she did not want to fight.. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Her gaze fixed briefly on Alcatraz as he shouldered through the ranks and was facing off with a Blutwald wolf she didn’t know. Turning away, she struggled to move past the battle to find Athena. If the Aryn wolves pulled back, her mom would be easy enough to talk to.

Not paying much attention, she was pushed headlong into the wolf that caused this mess. Jumping backwards, she almost fell over. Pulling her head up, she stared fearfully into Rhaegan’s eyes.

“You..” she panted, “caused this!” Teeth pulled back in a weak snarl. The better half of her mind told her to not fight. Her body still shook from lack of nourishment. But,..but this monster had ruined the peace between their packs!



 

RHAEGAN

 

He whirled, a gurgling snarl bursting from his throat as Rhaegan’s red eyes zeroed in on the little Blutwald wolf who so bravely accused him. Winema’s daughter, he knew now. He had promised her a bloody end even before he knew who Bloom claimed kinship with. And now, she’d practically handed herself over. Did the girl wish to die?

Well, he’d be happy to oblige!

Grinning savagely, Ivan’s son took a menacing step forward. Bloom was prey. He would not waste words on one such as her, no more than he would waste words on a rabbit. Towering over the emaciated she-wolf, Rhaegan paused like a snake coiling before the strike. And then he surged forward, confident she would not dodge before she was trampled. The moment Bloom went under him, Rhae intended to tear into her exposed belly, eviscerating Stallion’s daughter like any mongrel traitor deserved. It wouldn’t be a clean death, but it would be justice, all the same.


 

BLOOM

 

When his eyes fixed on her, she froze in place. Chills ran through her body and down to her paws. Frozen in fear, she watched as he stalked toward her. Eyeing her like some hopeless pray animal. By the time she tried to make sense of what was happening, Rhaegan was already lunging toward her. Taking a step back to leap out of way, to avoid being beneath him was wiped from her mind. His massive body barreled into her, knocking her to her back. His paws dug in her shoulder as she now was pinned beneath him.

Her eyes flashed up at him in fear and the fire of a tiny spark of fight. Watching his face, she almost read his intent and fear seized her throat. Was this her day to die? She’d almost been free. Almost safe within her Mother’s arms. Now as the large male towered over her, some miniscule fire energized her. She wouldn’t die here.

As Rhaegan’s head bent down to tear into her belly and as she felt his fangs dig into her flesh, she reached her head up to grab hold of anything on his face. A cheek, an ear..she’d very well try to grab his muzzle and pry his jaws from ravaging her underside; which was what he was doing now. Trying hard to hold the whimpers of pain was agonizing, but she wouldn’t give him the pleasure of hearing her cries.           



RHAEGAN

 

He felt teeth pinch down on his ear and a sharp streak of pain made his vision flash. With a deepening growl, Rhaegan only clamped his teeth down even harder, thrashing with vengeful force and staining Bloom’s pelt deep crimson. But he wanted to hear her scream! He wanted to see her suffer! And it would seem simply tearing her open was not enough to break the stubborn wench.

Despite her grip on his ear, Rhaegan jerked loose from her soft stomach and launched a new assault on her throat. The motion of wrenching free was painful, but a brief moment of pain to accomplish his one great purpose? He would be a fool to surrender at the sting of some desperate whelp. He was the son of Ivan. The blood of Roman ran through him, and it hungered for reprisal.

“CRY FOR HELP, AND MAYBE I’LL END YOU QUICKLY!” He roared, lunging for the base of her jaw with the intention of breaking it.



 

ALCATRAZ

 

Alcatraz snarled as he faced his attacker, spitting out the red fur that he had wedged in his jaws. He sprang upward at Ruebane as he came down on the Warden, but a blur of black fur and Ruebane was knocked clean off his paws and Alcatraz’s heavy jaws snapped at nothing. Alcatraz drew back as Lawson and Ruebane faced off. Alcatraz drew forward to stand beside Lawson, his teeth bared, when a flash of dark brown fur caught his eye. He glanced to the side to see the beast that had started this whole thing. Rhaegan. The anger that Alcatraz felt was strong and blind. ”Finish this fool, Lawson.” Alcatraz ordered to his friend, his voice venom as he turned, racing toward the dark brown wolf who was Rhaegan.

     

Alcatraz used only three paws to sprint forward, holding up his injured back leg to avoid further injury. But Alcatraz had stepped on enough thorns in his loner life that he knew how to move easily even only with three paws. And he knew he needed to gain speed now, because with only one functioning back leg he would not be able to lunge using the full force of both his haunches. As he approached he saw that Rhaegan had pinned down young Bloom. Alcatraz did not care much for the Blutwald female, but she was decent enough for him to not want her to die or suffer, especially not to the jaws of this piece of filth. And so he would fight for her. Her blood flowed over her fur and smudged against Rhaegan’s muzzle. Rhaegan roared an angry threat and plunged his huge jaws forward at the same moment that Alcatraz sprang with a ferocious snarl; a powerful, giant cannonball of bristled brown fur with jaws wide and claws outstretched careening toward the loner, his blazing yellow eyes indicating his clear attention to take Rhaegan to the ground and rip him apart. 


 

BLOOM

 

The edges of her vision were beginning to blur and darken. Though she felt a slight tang of Rhaegan’s blood, it wasn’t enough to slow him down. If anything, it enhanced his ferocity. As his fangs sliced through her underbelly she gave a whining yelp. The pain was unbearable and her body was going numb. As Rhaegan pulled away and looked down on her, she only hoped he’d end it quickly.

Everything was slowing down around her. His fangs were out of her stomach and his he was aiming those blood stained jaws toward her throat. Narrowing her eyes, she gave one last movement of defiance. Opening her jaws, she reached forward with the intention of grabbing his jaws with her own. At the same moment, a blur from her peripheral vision stirred. Alcatraz?


 

RHAEGAN

 

It was hard to pinpoint individual cries between the chaotic roars and snarls of the battle. But even if there had been utter silence, Rhaegan would have been far too focused on his foe to notice the oncoming charge of Alcatraz. The older male hit Rhae like a charging buffalo, decking him with a contentious force.

Instinct kicked in and the rogue uncoiled to absorb the shock of the strike, rolling with the blow and kicking hard with his muscular paws to avoid being pinned and hopefully send the Warden flying overhead. Even if the move was anticipated, it would be hard to dodge. There was a chance Alcatraz might get a bite in, but even if he managed to hold on during Rhae’s counterattack the Aryn wolf should not be able to keep their balance.

Anger pulsed off of him like heat, but Rhaegan could not afford to lose his head now. Aryn had been a useful ally but now they were interfering, and that he would not allow. If it meant killing their beta, too, then so be it!


 

ALCATRAZ

 

The dark rogue melted beneath Alcatraz’s powerful paws, rolling with the blow in a way that Alcatraz did not quite expect. More often than not a wolf would stand rigid to an attack as they tried to defend themselves, but it was in that moment that Alcatraz realized that this wolf, even if younger, was no stranger to combat. And he had something that Alcatraz did not have. He could feel it pulsing from his ragged fur and shining in his murderous eyes. He has hate. And anger. He wanted to kill. This made him all the more dangerous, and all the more volatile. Alcatraz would need to step lightly. This was no wayward rogue. This was a killer.

But Alcatraz’s tackle had been low enough to plow Rhaegan right into the ground despite his nimble reaction and his teeth ripped ferociously at the thick mane of fur on the side of his neck.  He shook hard as they landed, making not a sound until powerful hind legs pummeled into his belly. Alcatraz grunted as he felt the breath knocked out of him and he stumbled to the side, releasing his grip on Rhaegan and darting around to stand in front of Bloom, his dark paws planted on the ground and his lips curled back to reveal huge pearly teeth, glistening with the blood of his enemies. Alcatraz would have loved to spit insults or attempt to speak sense at Rhaegan, but he knew it would do no good. Rhaegan wanted this war, for one reason or another, and the only way Alcatraz could stop his malice was through brute force. “Continue this folly and die. I am warning you.” He said lowly, his tail commandingly high and rigid and his pale yellow eyes ablaze. Every muscle ready to attack or defend.


 

WINEMA

 

Pacing around the mass of wolves, she had yet to find an opening. At the moment, no wolves had sought to fight her. She was glad, none of this pain was supposed to happen. Blood was staining the ground around the wolves. Spotting Ramona fighting off against Athena, she only prayed the pup would be okay. Suddenly, a shrill cry broke through the air. Whipping her head around, she spotted that brown wolf on top of her daughter. Bloom! Her cries chilled her through her heart and it wrenched in her chest as she saw her daughter’s blood coating the male’s muzzle.

Panic seized her and she rushed through the mass, trying to reach her daughter. Watching as Athena’s beta came to the rescue of her daughter, gave her some hope. But, seeing her daughter’s limp form, made her fight harder to get through. “STOP!” She screamed as she tried to fight to get close to her daughter’s attacker.                     



RHAEGAN

 

He was on his feet in and instant, bristling with rage and standing every bit as defiantly as Alcatraz. “The folly is yours, if you think you can stop me!” Rhaegan threatened, but as they stood off, he realized wasting time killing this Aryn wolf might give Winema time to escape. Bloom was a bloody mess on the ground, as good as dead anyway. He couldn’t be distracted from his goal, not while Stallion’s remaining vile kin yet lived.

From somewhere nearby, Rhaegan heard the angry cry of Winema. His crimson eyes jerked in that direction, honing in on the lamed alphess. Looking back at Alcatraz, a wicked snarl of a grin crossed the rogue’s maw, and her turned away, lunging after his new target.




WINEMA

 

Her cry had attracted the light brown male’s attention. Forced to stop before approaching her daughter, she frowned as the blood stained male turned his attention toward her. Looking worriedly at her daughter, she looked to Alcatraz. “Please, help her..” Never knowing if the dark brown beta heard her words, she turned around and had to race toward the treeline. Hearing Rhaegan’s pursuit only made her run faster…





 

LAWSON

 

To be honest, he hadn’t expected that to work. He was nearly blind with rage when he slammed his whole body in Ruebane, watching with sick satisfaction as the wolf was knocked to the ground. The young wolf panted heavily as he tried to stop his shaking legs. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, causing his heart to beat so loudly  it was almost  deafening. The metallic smell of blood stung his nostrils as he glanced down at the nasty wound on Alcatraz’s legs, as well as the one on his enemy’s skull. War was a terrible, frightening thing, and meeting Ruebane’s gaze made it all the more real. They were going to fight each other, no matter what.

His friend’s words instilled a new drive within the black and brown wolf but, at the same time, came the terrifying realization he would be fighting alone.  He nodded ever so slightly, too afraid to speak as he was unable to find the words to reassure the warden. Lawson had only some training with the Gammas but no actual real world experience. For a moment, he feared he would die on this field. The thought was instantly shoved aside when the stranger’s ferocious growl shook him to the core. Thankfully and probably unintentionally, it gave him enough time to pivot, though Lawson wasn’t  fast enough to dodge those fangs as they sunk into his shoulder. A mixture of a cry and growl rang out as the pain shot through him. Gritting his teeth, the wolf dug his paws into the dirt for traction, aiming his jaws somewhere, anywhere, to inflict some sort of damage.


 

RUEBANE

 

Ruebane’s direct charge towards Lawson’s chest was a failure, however he was able to grab a healthy chunk of skin and fur on the black and brown wolf’s shoulder. The tang of blood sticking to his tongue caused the brute to curl his lips in disgust. The taste of blood from prey was always so pleasant, but not another wolf’s blood. Blood from your own kind tasted foul and wrong. Ruebane despised it. The Ranger was ready to go for Lawson’s neck when a pain struck through him like lightning. The Aryn wolf, panicking to find a place to bite, had grabbed on to the exact spot he had rammed into Ruebane’s lungs. A mix of internal soreness and stinging was nearly unbearable. Ruebane had to think of an idea quickly, or else he wouldn't be able to withstand the pain much longer.

Then it came to him. A sloppy and unbeneficial idea maybe, but it was all he could do. Ruebane was lucky he wasn’t still fighting Alcatraz, or this move would never work. Not on a larger wolf. The Blutwald male sunk his teeth deep into Lawson’s shoulder to make sure he was stuck on tight. He tightened the muscles in his legs and pushed all his might into Lawson, taking a small leap off the ground at the same time. In theory, he could topple Lawson over and practically smother the Aryn wolf underneath him, but it was a very risky move. However, it was one of the only things Ruebane could do to possible get Lawson to let go of his side.  


 

LAWSON

 

The pain coming from his shoulder was almost blinding. He could feel his enemy's teeth sink deeper into his fur, muscle, and tissue. It was by sheer luck his own fangs were able to grab onto the same spot where he rammed the wolf what seemed like years ago. Crimson liquid came likes waves into his mouth, rolling onto his tongue, and his stomach immediately lurched in protest. It was a disgusting and vile taste - one he had never hoped to come in contact with. It was almost ironic how these two wolves were having the same reaction to tasting each other's blood. Duty and loyalty to one's pack was far stronger than their own personal feelings. They were stuck in some sick and twisted circle with the placement of their attacks.

His eyes pinned shut when Ruebane tightened his grasp. Lawson could feel his jaw growing tired and it was getting harder to hold on. His eyelids flung open, gold eyes wide with shock, when the Blutwald pressed against him for another attack. The shove released his jaw and immediately, he began to panic. It was obvious now what Ruebane was intending to do - get him on the ground. If he was knocked off balance, that would be a death sentence! Lawson clenched his blood-stained teeth, pushing back against the red male, straining every muscle, but it was no use. The small jump made his legs give out and he hit the ground with a thud.


 

RUEBANE

 

It worked! Ruebane’s weight was able to knock Lawson off his paws and collapse to the ground. The male released his opponent's shoulder as they fell, allowing him to focus more of keeping the wolf pinned down. His entire body was on top of Lawson, it simply looked like two dead bodies thrown on top of eachother. Ruebane kept his muscles tense so it was harder to be moved. He waited. And waited. Meanwhile shrieks of war sounded around him but were drowned out by a faint ringing in Ruebane’s ears. Finally, Ruebane could of sworn Lawson couldn't breath under him any longer. “I did it..I think I did it!” The Blutwald wolf whispered a praise to himself, his heart finally calming down from his first fight. He rolled off of Lawson, anticipation glowing in his fawn eyes as he turned his head to face his enemy. This would be Ruebane’s fatal mistake.




LAWSON

 

Sheer panic was coursing through his veins. The instant his body slammed into the ground, he tried to roll onto his back with the intent to use his legs to kick at Ruebane, but the other male's weight pressed against him, making it impossible to adjust his position. The wind was knocked out of him, desperately trying  to catch his breath while he scratched at the dirt in vain, dust flying around the two wolves. He couldn't die here - it couldn't end like this! Damn it, he had to get a grip! There had to be a way out of this!

Lawson craned his neck back and snapped his jaws, barely missing Ruebane's leg. Ok, that wasn't going to work. His vision was starting to go black and he could feel his limbs grow weary and weak. If this lasted any longer, he was surely going to die. Wait, maybe that was it! Be like a possum - play dead! Maybe it was stupid enough to work! He struggled some more, though he made sure to look like he was losing strength to put on a good show. After a few more seconds, his whole body went limp.

As he lied there, it was hard to ignore every inch of his body screaming in pain. The wound to his shoulder alone was enough to make him pass out for real. Ruebane's words made his ear twitch ever so slightly and anger gave him a newfound surge of energy. It all happened in a blink of an eye - Lawson rolled onto all fours and lunged just as Ruebane turned to look at his supposed victim. Jaws wide open, teeth still red with his blood, he plunged his canines into the Blutwald's face, one stabbing straight into his left eye.


 

RUEBANE

 

Ruebane faced his supposedly dead opponent with a wide smile on his muzzle. There was no time to react. No time to even blink as fangs enclosed around his face. It was done within a fracture of a second, so fast that Ruebane’s mind couldn’t even process what had happened. There he stood, his upper body raised slightly above the ground from the force of Lawson’s attack with an eery, empty smile still on his face even after a tooth was gouged into his eye. The atmosphere was tense but silent as the Blutwald wolf slowly took a breath in.

That’s when the cry rang out. A bloodcurdling cry that sounded like a mix up pure terror and all the pain in the world. “Get it out! GET IT OUT!” Screamed the helpless wolf, shaking his head like a mad-man until he was released of the grip that now had him half blind. Along with the constant scream of pain was now weeping, blood and other unknown liquids oozing out and covering the left side of Ruebane’s face. He could feel blood rushing into his throat which only added to his sheer panic. The male had completely forgotten about Lawson as he jutted aimlessly through the field, looking like a rabbit trying to escape his pursuer. His vision was blurry and his head was dizzy, but he could still make out the shape of the treeline. Thoughts shot through the brute’s mind as he made a beeline toward shelter. What will it be like to see with only one eye? What would it look like when it healed? Not once did he think of the comrades he was leaving behind. Not once did he look back at the wolves he came here with, for he no longer had the compassion to care about what happened to them. Everything he ever had a heart for was gone, now leaving a fragile, more dangerous shell of a wolf.  


 

LAWSON

 

The moment he made contact, when his fangs tore into Ruebane's face, he knew something terrible had happened. The nauseating sensation of feeling the eyeball being punctured threatened his already upset stomach, somehow fighting back the dry heave stuck in his throat. Both wolves were absolutely motionless as if neither could comprehend what damage had been done. Then, Ruebane screamed.

It was a sound that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Blinking hard, he unhinged his jaw and let go, jumping back to get some distance between them. He couldn't look away as Ruebane thrashed in unimaginable pain and panic. As he stared, his whole body was shaking not only from the fight, but knowing he was the one who caused the red male to be half blind. Ruebane wasn't the enemy now - he was an injured, terrified, disabled wolf. They couldn't be that different in age, he thought with a start, and pinned his eyes shut, unwilling to keep watching the other male. His stomach flipped again as it began to violently reject the combination of blood and eye fluid, though the brown wolf somehow fought the vomit threatening to erupt.

Gold eyes widened and followed Ruebane as he fled from the battlefield. The Blutwald ran and weaved through the other wolves, uncaring to - or unable to see - what was happening to his companions. Lawson stayed there, motionless, with only his gaze doing a quick sweep of the battlefield, the others' cries, growls, and screams echoing in his ears. It was all so overwhelming... to truly see war in all its destruction.







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Timeline - Aryn/Blutwald War

Follow the entire battle: Fall of the Hammer > Drums of War > Outbreak > Denouement


Summary: Violence ensues as Rhaegan's ambush sends both Aryn and Blutwald into chaos. 
Charaka takes on Skins. Ruebane is pitted against Alcatraz and Lawson, but is relieved when Rhaegan's brutal attack on Bloom causes Alcatraz to intervene.
Eventually Rhae leaves Bloom for dead, and pursues Winema away from the main concentration of battle.
Ruebane loses an eye to Lawson and flees the field. Lawson is shaken.

Cast:
Athena | Alcatraz | Charaka | Riley | Lawson
Winema | Bloom | Skins | Ruebane | Ramona
Rhaegan | Asku the Falcon
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Wildfire-Tama's avatar
Poor Lawson.... Dx
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I know! D: I really hope he recovers ok! </3
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This has to be without a doubt one of the best and most fun rps I've ever been a part of. <3
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Ahhh I'm so glad to hear that! ;w; I've had a ton of fun with it too, it's been amazing seeing so many great characters contribute to this story!
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It was a great cast of characters. I can't wait for the next group rp haha they've been so fun!
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I have but one question. what happened to Caspian? In part II it sounded like Rhaegan was going after him, but I didn't see that mentioned here. Very well done though, seriously. I was on the edge on my seat the entire time =] 
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Caspian is running like his mummy told him too. He was young and she didn't want him part of the battle if it broke out.
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I think Winema stopped Rhaegan just in time?
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LittleRed06's avatar
This was amazing guys!!
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Thanks! It was a blast!
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Can I honestly say that my heart was racing when I was reading this.
THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! :la: 
I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART! Nuu :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 :eager: by darkmoon3636 
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Thanks! It was so crazy watching it unfold! Things got pretty insane!
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