LIONS DONT LOSE SLEEP / O, SANCTUARY RAID

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    MOTHER NATURE IS A SERIAL KILLER / fathertime / tba / he&they / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]chicagocrimes declared stormclan an enemy months ago, but nothing has been set up against them until now. fathertime doesn't yell some battle cry as they and their clanmates streak into the territory-- thats really stupid, letting the enemy know you're there. they could easily ambush them if they did those kinds of things. not to mention it gives them time to prepare themselves, and time means everything to father. so they're dead silent, strung up on determination and riding on the element of surprise, even as they and their fellow raiders try to find their way into the heart of stormclan's main encampment.
    / @ account when attacking, please!


    [size=8]damn, this took forever. chica had plans to raid stormclan almost immediately after she kicked them off of the good ol' allies list, but with all the shit going down in the sanctuary, and her own health deteriorating in the process her plans were never set into motion. until now, anyway. ha! excitement and expectancy fizzes under the ex-leader's pelt as she follows the rest of the unit behind enemy lines, falling back a few paces behind with her favored hatchet swinging to and fro in her jowls.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#EF6060;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]OUTRUN MY GUN / [color=#EF6060]TAGS

    The wolf had a gut feeling something was up so he grabbed his trusty machete before going to see what's what before he stumbled upon the Sanctuary unit. "Oh shite waddap guys." Project said and took a combative stance with his machete in his mouth. "C'mon. Let's see what you guys got."

    A LITTLE REINVENTION — Destrian — The Sanctuary — He/him

    Destrian padded onto the field, his grey eyes alight. His first real raid! This would be fun. He'd been in battles before, but not like this. The feline noticed Lionshield taking a protective stance; the poor guy was all alone currently, and the Sanctuary had three people here already. He knew his mom would back him up, and so Des darted towards @Lionshield, aiming to slice his claws down the other's flank.


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    [size=8]thats right; chica is nowhere near as strong as she used to be, but she'll fight tooth and nail if only to make sure destrian is alright. she advances toward the clown as soon as he takes aim at her aforementioned son, and moves to cut off projects attack on des by ROCKING ON HER HEELS AND ATTEMPTING TO BARREL HER BODY STRAIGHT INTO HIS, THE LIONESS TRYING HER DAMNEDEST TO SEND HIM ROLLING ACROSS THE FLOOR. of course, being so close to him the machete inevitably does land a hit, snipping away at the flesh around her shoulder, a quick short spurt of crimson ropes mushrooming across her left forelimb and chica grunts out in mild pain and takes a few steps back, hovering near destrian.
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    Project felt her slam into him, sending him flying. He landed on his back, machete still in his mouth, and sprang up to his feet again. He was going tonfight until someone cane with reinforcements. Attempting to charge @DESTRIAN, he fronted an attack to the left, right, left again before actually swinging from the right in hope of slashing his side open.

    Blackweed leapt from the bushes. She hadn't brought reinforcements, but at least she was here. She nodded to Project, giving a smile and a wink. Nothing fighting side by side with your life long companion.
    Blackweed hissed at @CHICAGOCRIMES , showing her long teeth. She aimed to claw at the female, her muscles rippled under her spotted black and white pelt.


    #Blackweef

    ★★★--sky wasn't a fan of battle. he was more "intellectually-inclined", to put it one way, and he certainly preferred to be the one planning invasions behind the scenes rather than actually taking part in them. still, he had a never-fading, unbeatable sense of loyalty to anything he became attached to, and he'd certainly grown fond of the sanctuary during his many months residing there. this was one reason he'd followed his clanmates into battle. another, in complete honesty, was the fact that he hadn't known what they were going to do until they'd crossed into the enemy clan's territory; he'd begun following fathertimes randomly back at home, figuring that he was headed out on a border patrol or something of that sort that he could assist with, only to soon find himself in the heart of stormclan land. now that he was here, though, he was okay with partaking in the fighting-- not thrilled, but okay. there was no chance he was going to stand back and let his clanmates get hurt; he was here to offer his complete support, nevermind his opposition to physical engagement.


    entering the battle in a streak of lilac fur, sky scanned the scene for an opponent. so far, it appeared that only two enemies had shown up to fight. he found himself being slightly comforted by this realization, though he in no way doubted his clan's ability to beat huge masses of enemies either. his eyes settled upon a feline leaping out of the bushes and racing towards chica. strong feelings of loyalty and protectiveness swelling up inside of him, the tabby cat bit down hard and angrily on his bottom lip. no one hurt his clanmates on his watch. after taking a second to flex his four sets of pointed claws, sky sprinted towards @XanduTheGreat , body lowering and eyes narrowing as he picked up speed. when he was close to her, he sprang off of the ground in a soundless leap, attempting to fly over her in a smooth arc. as he was over her, he extended his front paw in an attempt to slash at her back, hopefully distracting her from chica. if this attempt was successful, he would land with a gentle thump on the other side of her and swivel on his back paws as quickly as possible to face his enemy once more.




    #dashy2016
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    GENERAL:
    - skylines simul stamus fidelis
    - archangel of the sanctuary [hp]
    - cisgender male
    - homosexual
    - 18 moons physically | 18 moons mentally
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    - single
    - hates his father and isn't close to the rest of his family
    - fiatte x ophelia x xerxes
    - hpr
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    - extremely spiritual
    - unusually intelligent
    - fascination with clocks, automatons, and other twoleg machinery
    - developing a schitzo disorder
    - talks to himself often
    - occasional psychotic episodes
    PHYSICAL:
    [ DOMESTIC FELINE ] - primary
    - smooth-furred lilac tabby
    - creamy hazel eyes
    - lanky
    - wears a black bowtie
    [ GHOST SAINT BERNARD PUPPY ] - secondary
    - long, silky black fur with white and tan markings
    - deep brown eyes
    - front paw broken and twisted the wrong way
    - bruised in many places
    - partially bit-off tongue
    PERSONALITY:
    - introverted
    - intelligent
    - tends to latch onto certain people, activities, or places
    - has a hard time shifting focus
    - anxious
    - observant
    POWERS:
    - telepathy / discovered, mastered
    - speaking with spirits / discovered, learning
    - multiple possessions / discovered, learning
    - character bond [will be with future mate] / undiscovered
    BATTLE:
    - medium physically and mentally
    - put name in #CCCCFF when attacking

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    Hopefully he'd be the one to even everything out. The abnormally large canine made his way over, pupil-less golden pools scanning the area. There only seemed to be one defender, but he seemed to be extremely cocky; Midas didn't appreciate the other male's arrogance. Seeing as he was more for melee and close-quarters combat, the demon stood where he was and allowed a billow of smoke to erupt from his throat. Before the smoke cleared, three medium-sized fireballs shot from Midas's mouth aimed for @Lionshield.

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    Oh god damn it not another one.


    Looks like his sparring would of come in handy had anyone shown up. But oh wait they hadn't. He stood in camp looking like an idiot. Oh well.


    The male would charge into the scene, AIMING TO SHOOT THREE COLUMNS OF EARTH TO BLOCK THE FIREBALLS SENT BY MIDAS. Assuming that went through, one problem temporarily solved. Then, he would see Skylines and attempted to send another column of earth to distract her from her attack, hopefully hitting her and completely knocking her off course. Hopefully he still had adequate energy after this, powers took a lot of it.


    /completely ic opinions, I don't mean to offend anyone c:

    A LITTLE REINVENTION — Destrian — The Sanctuary — He/him

    Des felt a little disoriented at the knock on his head, but let out a cheer as Chicago attacked. She was so awesome! Des had nothing but pride and admiration alight in his eyes as she fought, but soon found himself the target once again. The feline crouched and tried to anticipate Lionshiel'd attack, but his varied movements were confusing. Des barely saw the move coming in time and felt the blade slice through his side.


    "Ah!" He let out a yell, but narrowed his eyes. He couldn't let this guy get the best of him, not yet. Aiming at @Lionshield again, the bloody feline darted forwards and aimed to dive under the other's larger body and slice at his stomach.


    info | 4/8

    The wolf felt the class sink into his stomach but he just laughed and simply walked back about two feet before charging @'Destrian with the blade of his machete hanging towards the ground low. If Project made impact, his attacked would be Sent flying. "C'mon. I got worse wounds when I was in an anticlan fighting these guys!" He said taunting the invaders.


    Thses guys meant his clanmates.\\

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    Sparks and embers continued to thrive within his throat, and he knew he wasn't done with his distant attacks. As soon as the columns of earth had begun to rise, Midas snapped his head to stare at the individual who had summoned them. With only a slight pause to allow the fire inside of him to build, two spheres of flame spewed from his maw, larger in size than the last, aimed at @Benedict..

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    Shadow Stalker charged in, a little late but better than never. The massive canine dug deep, breathing in large amounts of air to stoke the fire she was conjouring. Smoke billowed from the corners of her maw as she charged into battle, electricity crackling at her paws. She noticed Benedict seemed to have got himself into a battle with a fairly worthy opponent, and charged herself up. Couldn't let the boys have all the fun.


    She dropped the electricity momentarily, summoning her water powers as she aimed to knock down @midas ! 's fireballs. The Dyerite wolf stalked forward with a chuckle, ruffling her wings. She summoned the water again, this time aiming to send a column to drench Midas. If that succeeded, she would rapidly send an electric jolt through the stream to try and electrocute him.

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    If this was already tiring Midas, how the hell did this female possess the ability to use two powers at once? He paid no heed as to if his fireballs were actually destroyed and instead dashed away from the water aimed at him; he was beginning to learn how his brother had been able to seemingly predict each move in combat before it happened. The hellhound litter's instincts and reflexes were quicker than that he had ever seen. The demon simply began racing around his opponent in a loose circle, momentarily keeping his combat skills to himself.

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    Feeling fire singe his fur, Project scowled and charged @midas ! clearly pissed when he slashed his machete back and forth hoping to catch one of his legs in its path. "C'mon man. You may take me but you won't take us all!" The wolf hollared, hate burning in his eyes.

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    This guy's clumsy. The faster and younger male tried his best to dodge, but realized that the blade had indeed caused blood to start to drain from the lower sections of his appendages. Midas made no move to betray that he was in pain and instead waited for the perfect opportunity to jump over the swinging weapon as it came towards him and to attempt to kick off of it, hoping to use both his and its momentum to send it back into its user's side or legs.


    //make sure to read my tags; there's a certain color I'd like him to be attacked in so that I don't miss it c:

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    Project grunted as the blade sank into his side. 'Wow. This is getting good.' he thought as he attempted to slam into his side with a tackle then bite him. "Aight let's go."

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    Midas felt a bit of pride to see blood begin to spill from the other male, but quickly realized that the other male was now moving towards him. The demon knew he'd try to make contact and simply waited for the other brute to catch up. Although, he wouldn't let him do all of this too easily. With his control of fire, he began to allow heat to travel between the walls of his flesh, making any direct contact with his skin a possibility to burn his attacker. This required a lot less energy than any long-range attack that he had already performed.

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