~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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Suka finally got to his paws and, noticing Cedar, he plastered a smirk on his maw. Padding over, he said, "It's the consequences of defying our pack's power, darling." Putting a paw on her shoulder, he added in a hushed voice, "It's for the greater good." Straightening his posture so that his full height, rather impressive, was shown. And he stared eerily down at her with an unreadable expression.
 
(We need to keep some wolves for the EPIC BATTLE OF REVENGE that will come after this one.)
 
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Suka finally got to his paws and, noticing Cedar, he plastered a smirk on his maw. Padding over, he said, "It's the consequences of defying our pack's power, darling." Putting a paw on her shoulder, he added in a hushed voice, "It's for the greater good." Straightening his posture so that his full height, rather impressive, was shown. And he stared eerily down at her with an unreadable expression.
Cedar stood up, her fur bristling. She said nothing for fear that her voice would come out weak as a pup's. She tensed her legs as if to attack him, but, strangely, she did not. Her pale golden eyes stared into Suka's higher ones. Her heart, bitter and hard from her failed attempts at finding love, snapped completely.
 
Willow's bloody form lay in a heap in the middle of the battleground, her once sparkling amber eyes now glazed and dull with death. Fyra stood next to it, growling at all the wolves who passed by and kept her teary eyes peeled for Cody.
 
Klash jumped away from her fangs. He lunged back at her and tried to bite her muzzle.

Zara tried to move away but was delayed. She shook away the minor pain and reached down. She grabbed his leg and gave a strong jerk, trying to make him fall.
 
Faedon gasped as Killian's paw smacked hard against her head, right between her eyes. She didn't utter so much as a yelp; she merely stumbled like a newborn pup learning to walk, and lost her footing. Stars danced around her head, carried by some unseen wind.
( I laughed more than I should have... )
 
(( Anyone have a Stonepack wolf Akira can fight? ))

Akira's dark gray and white fur was slick with scarlet blood, but only half of it was hers; the other half was the blood of the enemies she'd encountered so far in battle. She was still going strong, and showed no signs of slowing down. Her yellow eyes scanned the densite (which had prtty much turned into a battlefield) for a new opponent; her eyes fell upon the motionless forms of Quartz and Nebrivo, and the grieving form of Cedar. She scoffed silently under her breath, and moved on, with a growl rumbling in her chest. She was itching for a real fight.
 
Willow's bloody form lay in a heap in the middle of the battleground, her once sparkling amber eyes now glazed and dull with death. Fyra stood next to it, growling at all the wolves who passed by and kept her teary eyes peeled for Cody.
Cedar turned her head just a little. Spotting the dead body, she felt as if all of her bones had been smashed. She wasn't ready. She couldn't do it. She would not fight any longer.
 
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