~Run With The Pack III~ Wolf RP (Please Join! Restarted With Plot Twist)

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Thistles (changed Ranu's name at the last minute) peeked her head out of her den, fighting panic. No... nonononononono...! I can't fight him! She stepped out timidly, looking around frantically. But just as she did, a huge, bulky figure slammed into her side. She screamed as she felt the figure crush her under his weight. Nikus snarled.
 
Leafe tore away, but by doing so, only make the gash bigger. She howled in fury and twisted around, biting for Luna's lower neck.


Luna yowled as teeth raked across her neck, she stumbled back. She glared at the little mutt, hatred burned in her eyes. Fast as could be she lunged at Leafe agian, wildly snapping at her face then her chest, before dancing away again. Her blood boiled with rage, and she wanted the wolf die!
 
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Leafe felt scratches tear open across her muzzle and chest, and it did her in, just like her last move had done to Luna. She howled with anger as her vision went red at the corners. She flew at Luna, locking her paws to her shoulders and snapping wildly like a feral animal. (she is a feral animal lol)
 
As soon as Lupus let up, Izou immediately shot to his paws, staggering a bit as he felt Lupus' fangs rake down his leg.  He spun around with lightning speed, biting at Lupus' throat.


Lupus didn't try to block or move, he felt the teeth press into his neck, drawing blood, but his fur was thick, so he felt 'safe', he twisted his head, grasping onto the side of Izou's neck, trying to bite down on his windpipe
 
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Izou jerked back just as Lupus did that, ripping out a clump of fur and making a small scratch. Izou winced, but it was much, much better than the outcome could have been. He leaped to the side and slammed his paws into Lupus' neck, aiming to throw him to the ground.
 
Smoke took on Storm as he flew into battle, snapping their teeth wildly.
 
Fang snarled, he closed in slowly, his head down, his hackles raised, his eyes buring with hatred. "Are you scared, little mutt!?" He growled, "Your pathetic," he whispered, "If you can't fight, then DIE" he barked, snapping his teeth with an aduiable snap.
"Never," she said shakily. A small whimper came out despite her efforts to hold it back. Talc braced her legs to stand her ground when he attacked.
 
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