FALLING ON YOUR KNEES — BLIZZARDCLAN RAID

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    IC: Eve sheepishly walked onto the battlefield, embarrassed for showing up late to her first raid with Blizzardclan. "Hey..."

    She muttered announcing her presence.

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    Not bothered by the presence of the horny demon beside her, the jackal tilted her head as she heard the BlizzardClanners discuss attacking the cannibal -- teaming up, were they? But, as she listened to the earth and the whistles of the wind, she did not sense Coldpaw moving. Was he waiting to strike when his teammate created the right opportunity? She didn't know. But damn her if she just let some idiot plan shit while she stood there, knowing what was going on but not doing a damn thing to stop it.


    Turning towards the apprentice, she attempted to race towards him and enclose her jaws around his head, hopefully stabbing him in some important places with her teeth. For now, she'd wait on using her powers on the battlefield, since they tended to be tiring in excess. Fighting the pyro HawkClan leader had been fucking exhausting, after all.


    9S.

    ★ ★ ★ Natasha leaped off as Merlot began to roll, skidding for a bit and ducking his swat. She winced as his claws caught the tip of her ear, but didn't let the catch hold her up; the female played off of Merlot's momentum and aimed to claw at his side as he was turned away, hopefully pushing him farther in the direction he had swatted in.


    VALAERYA

    I CAN'T FEEL A THING !


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    He watched her come for his side and he easily stepped to the side harshly, twisting his body before aiming to slam his paw down on her back and dig his large claws in. He was done trying not to harm her or any of them really. Being nice didn't go a long way here and he was determined to make her leave the battlefield hopefully with her life and form intact. If that work he would then use his other paw to grab a hold of her and throw her against the ground and away from him as he shook his body, straightening his stance a bit though he caved to the side a bit. Pressure on his left side was a bad idea but he wasn't going to back down now.


    natasha.

    ❝ WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH ❞ coldpaw had his concentration fixed entirely on targeting ornias with his telepathy and hadn't seen jupiter making an effort to race towards him. only when he suddenly felt pain in his cranium was he jerked out of his concentration, a surprised yowl of pain leaving him as the jackal's canines pierced his skin and drew blood. he wasn't about to just sit there and take it, however, and coldpaw would lash out immediately at jupiter, with his wicked sharp claws seeking the exiler's face to carve an ugly wound into the side of her face. he'd shred her face if he absolutely had to if it meant getting her to release him.


    jupiter d.d.w.

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    One second, it was one-on-one against Alcibiades (who, by the way, was being really gross), and the next, he had two guys on him, though luckily, his main target didn't join in as well. "Damn, homie, you's sexy. We can talk later if you want. But it's totally cool if you don't wanna." Sexy? Despite being in imminent danger, Pierce paused for a moment before spluttering, "I- I don't wanna talk to you." Although the male speaking to him was a creepy Exiler, he still felt heat rising in his face. Stop it, you idiot, the golden tom told himself, shaking his head. However, just as he was about to try and stop the canine from going for Sweet again - perhaps by just jumping on his back this time -, he felt a paw smacking him aside, sending him tumbling to the ground as the rest of his body followed after his hips.


    When Pierce forced himself to his paws and turned to face his attacker, he realized that he was... really big - at least twice his height. Still, he could face him; he had fought larger opponents in the past, right? Though, as he raised his gaze and locked eyes with the tiger, there was something... familiar about the enemy. Something in his eyes - though they didn't resemble those of anyone he knew - made him think of a dear friend of his, as did his build (although they looked almost entirely different) rendering him frozen, and even if it was only for a moment, the larger feline was fighting with someone else before he knew it. Of course, he was unaware of the fact that the tom he had just been about to begin battling was the brother of the other he had been thinking of.


    But, directly after Merlot, he was being attacked by something terrifying. The Exiler looked kind of like an alligator, but more closely resembled a lizard of sorts. Almost directly he managed to stand back up, claws were digging into his flesh, blood pricking at the wounds. Again, however, someone was rushing to his aid. "Doug!" he exclaimed with a frown as the komodo dragon was knocked away from him. He didn't need the protection of his clanmates - he was a grown man, and he was well-versed (well, well enough) in fighting. Plus, it was unfair for two people to fight the same guy. Still, he said nothing, instead lunging at the strange creature as well and attempting to sink his claws into Vanari's scaly hide in hopes to distract the other from his attack on Doug.


    Vanari

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    Finally, some goddamn action! Glad to see others were jumping to get this started, the very pretty pale colored fox would wink one of her multi-colored eyes at Jersey and shoot a dangerously devious grin, bearing her sharp teeth at him almost in a challenging grin. While Neo did not look it, she was very skilled in combat, and before Jersey could probably even get a say on the matter she would be leaping into the air and aim to land on the canine, hopefully on his back. If Neo was successful in this, she would attempt to dig her claws into his side as sink her teeth into his skin.


    JERSEYBOY

    It had all happened so fast. People began to leap at each other, eager to tear each other's limbs off. God, this was it. This was it. Jerseyboy hadn't battled in many raids, nor had he trained, so he'd be winging it. If he died, then he died the way a man should. Besides, he would come back in his normal body... wouldn't he?


    The weird vulpine that had been giving him weird looks had finally leaped onto him. She was swifter, of course, so he hadn't reacted in time to dodge her attack. Jerseyboy let out a low growl as she began clawing at him and he aimed to slam onto his back in an attempt to crush the fox under him.


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    Looks like the pretty boy of Blizzardclan had some fight in him-- not much of a surprise in her own eyes. Neo was a gorgeous individual herself, but she fought hard. Happy to be given a challenge, Neo would attempt to sink her teeth into his skin once more to draw blood and tear open and deep wound, it was not long after that Jersey began to turn his body to try and slam her under himself. The good news for her, was he would not manage to pin her down completely. The bad news? Now she was tumbling off of him, her multicolored optics wide as she quickly scrambled back onto her feet, her side scraped up pretty bad. But this did not phase her. In fact, her anger only motivated her. With a curl of her lips, the vixen would aim a heavy blow to his face in hopes of either temporarily blinding his sight and stunning him (long enough for her to make her next move) or in hopes of drawing very heavy scratches across his face. She was not going down easily, and she was not about to let Jersey think he was superior just because he was a guy.


    JERSEYBOY

    i promise you

    it'll all make sense again - tags

    Jacob had been following Duchess around. He was terrified of most of the Exiles still but he seemed to at least have faith she wasn't going to hurt him. That being said, it wasn't much a surprise that he would soon arrive at the raid. He quickly spotted Jersey and was about to rush and try to help his big brother until he then noticed London and his expression reflected that of horror. This was his fault. It was his fault he'd gotten captured and now she was here, trying to find him. He knew that there were a lot of other reasons this raid was happening but he felt entirely responsible. If he just hadn't been so trusting, if he hadn't been so hopeful then they wouldn't be here. Without hesitation, the boy would run towards London at full speed but he seemed cut short. As he was running, he would change from the form of a foal to that of just a little puppy. The Husky would fly through the air, having matched his transformation to his head and not his feet, it seemed, and panic quickly consumed his expression as he realized the bandages, which were now much too large from him, fell away. He'd soon hit the ground hard, rolling a few times before coming to a complete stop. His body ached horribly and now he was painfully aware of the cool air touching his scars. He was aware that he was revealing what he'd hidden for so long behind his bandages to so many people, both those he knew and those he didn't. Though he knew it was selfish, fear gripped him and he had the strong urge to run off and hide himself from everyone. His breathing quickly became ragged and he felt frozen in place. The faint smell of smoke filled his nose even though there wasn't any nearby. His expression shifted from simple pain to crippling terror. He didn't even want to move because then they'd see even more of his scarring. Unable to decide what to do, the boy felt a sob starting to build in his throat and he would squeeze his eyes shut, as if he could just wish it all away.

    Upon feeling claws stab into his back, the lizard would let out a rather annoyed hiss. Fine! Whatever! He would just change targets, again.Spinning around on the spot, the exiler would try to smash his tail into Pierce to send him flying, and then try to sink his serrated teeth into the front leg of the Blizzardclanner.

    IF YOU LOVE ME RIGHT BACK, I COULD BE ANYTHING


    As much as it ashamed her to acknowledge it, Imperia froze just as she arrived at the Exiles with the main Blizzardclan force. All those minutes before, as they crossed the borders of the wretched clan, she managed to ignore to rising anxiety and fear budding within her heart as those familiar sights and smells caused her to remember. No, she told herself, you are stronger than this. And so she hardened her heart and kept pace with the others. She was here to rescue Andraste and Jacob and the Twins; as well as offer support to her comrades charging into battle. By repeating her goals in her head again and again like a mantra, she made it all the way to the battlefield. But being there, seeing the crimson blood seeming to ooze from the earth itself, turning the mud a brackish brown and hearing the shredding of flesh and cracking of bone, it transported her back to darker days. No more could she fight off the memories.


    It struck her then, as broken images of smashed bottles and snapping teeth reared up in her mind like monsters rising from the depths, that she willingly traveled to the place she spent the majority of her life running away from. Would she have done the same a month ago? A week? Peri could never know for sure, but the amazement of her present location and the background noise of fear froze her in place. And like the coward she was, she hid behind the cover of trees, unable to move or shout or anything even remotely useful. Not until she spotted Jacob, at least. For weeks she had been suppressing the overwhelming sadness over his capture and her resentment for not being able to do anything to protect him, and the sight of that foal turned quivering puppy was enough to bring tears in her eyes and fire in her heart.


    Paying minimal attention to her own safety, the cowardly she-wolf braved the spraying scarlet and slashing claws, only focusing on her precious friend, her...her brother. It was still strange getting used to calling him that, for she had gone so long thinking that she was unwanted, that she was undeserving of family. Maybe that was why she was so determined to rescue that young boy from danger at the expense of her own safety, for he was one of the few who unabashedly claimed her as one of his own. "Doudou!" she cried, trying to get him to hear her own the din of the fighting. Whether he heard her or not, Imperia aimed to pick him up by the scruff and taxi him to the protection of the woods. At the same time, she made sure to put up telepathic shields, protecting against physical or thrown attacks.


    Jacob Wickliff


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    i promise you

    it'll all make sense again - tags

    Jacob kept gasping for air, like something was trying to suffocate him despite the fact that there was no one nearby and it was clear he was perfectly fine. He would hear Imperia's voice before he felt her pick him up and he'd let out a gut wrenching sob. He didn't deserve her. What would she think of him, seeing him like this again? She'd seen him once before but he couldn't guarantee she'd seen it in it's entirety. He hated the scars that marred his skin bitterly and he tried to lift his head, to try to tell her to get away, to run home so she wouldn't get hurt. He didn't know what he'd do if he got hurt. As she would carry him to the trees, his entire body was shaking and tears rolled down his face as he tried to suck in air which only led to gasping and hiccups. "L-L-London, I-I was tryin' ta' get London 'cause I-I thought she was gettin' hurt a-a-and I-I didn' mean ta'-ta' make a-all my-" He would break into a coughing fit before he could finish, taking in more rattling breaths. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Ria. Th-They tol' me my D-Dad was 'ere an'-an' s-s-so-" Once again he was unable to finish, breaking into even harder sobs, his breathing growing more erratic as he did so.

    Why was his first method of attack always so obvious? It was awfully foolhardy, almost always resulting in him pinned under some mouth-breather. And this guy's breath reeked of rotting flesh. The air settled in his dead lungs was forced out from the impact, but beyond a quick grimace and definite bruising soon to appear, Beck didn't show any other signs of pain. Instead, he kept his maniacal and sharkish smile, wrapping his cold paws around Perry's ankles. He was a poltergeist, clearly, but less known was the fact that he existed on electrical energy, connected to the electromagnetic fields around all matter. So it wasn't a challenge to spark up a current in his own paws, aiming to send a wave of electricity through the cannibal holding him down, although not enough volts to totally kill him, just stun and injure. Possibly leaving behind second-degree burns and blisters, but even if the shocking sucker punch managed to bypass Perry, the demonic spirit gave a few unaimed kicks at the general area of underbelly, before tearing himself away in a sloppy roll. Beck even dared to stick out a pallid tongue in his childish manner as he stalked backwards, swerving around another skirmish and rearing on his back legs. The shapeshifter didn't transform again, however, remaining as a mangy coyote. Beck teetered in the menacing pose, a malicious glint in his honey-brown eyes as he slammed his fore paws onto the ground in front of him, with Perry included. Not checking to see if he actually got a blow on the other, his ears perked like satellite antennae at Imperia's cry. Doudou? Doudou! That was her name for Jacob! He was here? The coyote whipped his head around to catch a glimpse of the she-wolf frantically, elegantly dashing towards the scarred husky. One found, and the rest to go. Then he could go home and brag about how much ass he kicked.


    perry darling

    IF YOU LOVE ME RIGHT BACK, I COULD BE ANYTHING


    One of these days, Imperia would get Jacob to understand that his scars did not disgust her, nor did they prevent her (or anyone else) from loving him just as much. But because she was familiar with the struggles that came from despising one's image or having low self-esteem, she did not pester him about it. All she could do was smile and make sure that he was loved. If anything, Imperia did not deserve him. But this was not the time for a disagreement over who did not deserve who. This was a battleground and she was chagrin to take her eyes off of him for even a second, not after just getting him back. "It is alright, mon chou, I understand," as much as a girl who never known the love of a father could understand the desire of wanting to save one. She would do anything to find Jacob if he was lost, so perhaps that was similar. "Where is London?" the sense of purpose that came from protecting her young companion was enough to move the crippling fear to the back of her mind. She could cry later when everyone was back home safe. "I do not want to leave you alone, but if you are comfortable enough hiding here, I will go find her and bring both of you back home." as she spoke, Peri was keeping an eye out for any potential danger.


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    ? ✧ ? — Ouch. He completely underestimated the lizard's weight, and the collision between skull and scale didn't have the same result as he forethought. Yes, his goal was to knock the large reptile off of his course, however, the lynx didn't predict that he would suffer from a migraine immediately after the impact. The world spun around him. It continued to spin and swirl, and just before he knew it, there were claws piercing his chest. Each claw as sharp as a dagger, puncturing his skin dangerously close to his neck. The lynx had never felt real pain like this before, as he had always avoided conflicts and dispute his entite life. But to be attacked by another creature like this? It was an experience he never wanted to have again.


    It wasn't long before the claws were pulled out of his system, followed by a loud exclaim of "Doug!". Pierce's cry of his name reverberated throughout his mind, causing a twinge because of his migraine. Judging by the tone Pierce used, it seemed that he wasn't very pleased with what Doug had done, as if he didn't need any protection. To be fair, there were three combatants in three seperate areas at the time, so it was only natural for Doug to step in with his sense of justice. In addition to that, it looked like the Komodo Dragon could finish them both off with one swipe, let alone kill either of them with a single venomous bite.


    He slowly raised to all fours, dark blood oozing from his chest and his right ear. It looked like it was just Pierce and the lizard now, nobody else from the opposing team stepping in to outnumber the serval. It was now a fair fight. "It looks like you've got everything under control now, Pierce,", he said seriously, each word inflicting pain on his cerebrum, "I'm off to equalize any other unfair fights. See you later.". And with that, he took his leave, and sat at a point in the battlefield where he could examine everything that was going on. In the distance, he could see a Husky-Jacob and a rescue-Imperia in the distance. Good. Blizzardclan was already achieving their goals. Just a few more clanmates to rescue, and they would be victorious. Perhaps he should of found a better area to rest, rather than an open area of the enemy's territory.


    Thinking "Speaking" Attacking

    Vanari's attack didn't bring the usual sharp, stinging pain Pierce typically dealt with in battles, usually from teeth or claws, but a blunt blow, sending the smaller male skidding across the ground. Despite standing around half a foot taller than the reptile, he was nowhere near his size, not being even half the weight of his opponent. As the vice-leader attempted to push himself to his paws, he felt sharp teeth lodging themselves into his thin leg, causing a sharp cry of pain to leave his parted lips. As Doug left, apparently off to go fight someone else, he gave the lynx a small nod but didn't look away from the enemy, aiming to slash his claws over the other's snout. Then, hoping he had distracted the giant creature, attempted to dive straight toward the much larger male and push him over to reveal his stomach - likely the weakest part for him to attack.


    Vanari

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    They were outnumbered, Athena had no choice but to fight. Although she was a child, she had been training, preparing for battle and was ready to give all she had. The white kitten rushed forward and summoned her weapon, a sword made of steel with an intricately designed gold hilt and let out a war cry, the sword levitated at her side as she charged forward, deciding to help out Vanari, the lizard who she had found to grow fond of. In a plutonic way of course, but still. She knew he could probably take care of herself but it wouldn't hurt to help out a little. Rushing forward, Athena attempted to tackle the other, hoping to push him off the lizard and distract him long enough for Vanari to get up and double team the other creature. If she succeeded in pushing him off, she would take her claws and swipe them in front of his face, hoping they caught and would take across his face.


    PIERCE P.


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    Closing his eyes, the male would do nothing to stop the swipes, letting his scales do their job of stopping most of the injury that would have been caused. Instead, he would focus entirely on biting down harder, digging into the ground with his claws to keep himself grounded as he tried to crush Pierce's leg, and give himself more time for his venom to seep in.