The sky was gray full of angry towers of black smoke, from vicals, buildings and corpse.
The sounds of distance gun fire was pattering and clicking in the deisten. Flashes of light were making the dark foreboding sky dance.
The whole scene looked like something out of a book of the end of the world. It didn’t look like it belonged in this world or at lest the fresh soldiers running towards the sound of gun fire thought. As they ran to the fight, a church tower exploded, rubble flying back away from it. It must have been a tank they thought, was it aweres or there’s. A twin engine fighter plane flow over and answered the question. It dropped a bomb right on top of were the shot had come from, a huge explosion and a new cloud of smoke rising up in angry rushes.
Two of solders were a black wolf and a gray hare. These weren’t too fresh the hare had been there since the beginning of the war, wile the wolf had been there for a week. He had shot in anger, but hadn’t really killed yet or notices a kill by him, so in that sense he was fresh. The hare on the other paw had killed many he was a sniper and a gifted one, he already had the look. That hard sharp look all soldiers got after being in the shit for to long.
The wolf had a assault rifle. It was a M32, it had two barrels, one normal one, then a fat one under that which fired different type of small grenades. It had a long curved magazine, a shotgun stile pump action hand with was to work the grenade launcher, it slid up and over the barrels.
They ran across a square that was in front row of house’s and on the other side of that and the line of house after that was the battle raging across the town. From what they had been told they were winning this battle, and they had been sent in as reinforcement to give the finale push out.
The rabbit nodded and waved to the wolf who nodded back not stopping his running. The rabbit was heading off for a good spot to sniper from. That hare was a strange one, hares were normal no good at that role they were better as scouts, thanks to there speed and hearing. Normal leopards, panthers, fox, creachers that were natural stealthy lone hunters with sharp eyes were snipers.
But he had a skill that the wolf had ever seen, since he had hanged around with him, he hadn’t seen him miss a shot yet.
The hare sprinted off with the speed hares had and dispread down a ally on the side of a house, wile the wolf sprinted on towards a closed door, he raised his rifle and fired at the door, it smashed the lock, he smashed into it with his shoulder. He was in the front of an empty house he kept running not stopping. The town had been deserted, the residents fleeing long ago. He shot out the back door and burst throws that. Now he was in a small shared garden that the back of the house opposite seemed to share. The door was already open, he ran throw it jumping some rubble that was lying in the hall then out of no where a elbow appeared from around a corner. It smashed him straight in the face knocking him on his back. Eyes streaming from the pain in his nose, blood now streaming freely down his maw. His helmet rolled across the floor, reviling his natural red Mohawk. He looked up at that had hit him, his eyes widen in fear and shock. A enemy solider came around the corner a knife in his paw, and a snarl on his face. He was a straw coloured wolf.
The black wolf scrambled away in a panic and got to his feet just in time to miss a slash from the knife. The other wolf was attacking in swinging the knife wildly.
The black wolf back up in panic, this was the first time he had ever come so close to the enemy, he hadn’t even killed one before. He was trying desperately to rember his fathers training. His father had been in the army and fort in a similar war, and before that had been a dragon fighter. They were a illage fighting ring were people kidnapped cubs and pups and teaches them to kill each other. They were known as dragons, and the rest of the anthro world thought they were dangerous after they were trained, mindless killing mashens, and said if they were found they were put down so ither way they would end up getting killed. thanks to his father’s father, who had been the one who trained him. Had given him a chance at school, and after he had become a champion dragon fighter he had let him go free, a chance at a normal life, his father had put him throw hell, but in some strang way he carried for him, it was twisted type of love but it was love.
The only place the black wolfs father had been able to go was the army, as when he finished school he had shown them all what he was a dragon fighter. He was apparently a twisted sad soul that had been force to become a monster but he did it to prove that they weren’t all mad like him self, his father although teaching him to kill with out remorse also showed him the value of life, and tort him to be a good person or the means to be one.
It had corsed up roar, but to cut a long story short he joined the military as that was the only thing the world thought he was fit for, and in doing so he ernt his freedom. His father was Triple Eight and the black wolfs his son, name was Leo.
His dad Triple Eight, had trot him as hard as his father had tort him which was, well crule, but as Leo had been the runt of the little and his 3 sisters had always tessed him, he had taken his fathers extra training on with out complaint, and had grown well.
But now in the situation he had been tort for, his mind was blank, it didn’t come instinctively like his father told him it would.
In his desperate attempts to get away, he stumbled and feel flat on his back over a fallen chair.
The strew wolf, took the chance he divide down on top of Leo, knife ready to plunge into his flesh. Leo let out a yelp of fright the grappled on the ground. Leo trying to keep the knife off of him. But after a moment they grow still.
It was a battle of strength now, the straw wolf had the knife pointing down at leo’s chest. Wile Leo had his paws rapped around the wolfs rists and was trying to stop the wolf pushing it down further.
“no..no…sto…stop..stop”, he stammered.
His brain knew that his words wouldn’t make the blindest difference, but his panic told him to do any thing to stop it.
The other wolf snarled and pushed down harder.
The stile blade started to slowly move down towards leo’s chest.
“shit shit shit”.
He was losing the battle of strengths. He wasn’t made of muscle he was a toned bodied healthy and strong but not a hunk of meat like the wolf above him. Droll fell from the straw wolfs jaws. Both had there ears back teeth bearded.
And still the knife moved down.
Leo winced as the tip reached his flesh, the pain starting as a prick then changing into agony as it broke the skin.
“no no ….wait”.
The blade sank in half a inch, a sudden wave of panic hit. He flared his legs around madly. It was the last desperate fight that ever creacher got when it felt that the finale blow was there.
With a wild buck that made the knife sink a little deeper, but let him get one leg out from under the wolf, he put his foot to his chest and pushed him off with all his might. The wolf flow across the room and crashed into a large chest of draws.
Pain shot throw Leo’s body. As he had kicked the wolf off, the knife had slashed down his chest. The gash started from his peck and went dignaly down to his gut. It wasn’t to deep, but enough to let the blood flow freely. He got to his feet in the rush of adrenalin, but then staggering. He looked down and gasped, blood was soaking his torn cloths. The straw wolf was stunned he had hit his back on the corner of the draws.
Mean wile Leo was regrouping his mind, trying to get a hold of him self, trying to rember what his father had tort him. The scent of blood was strong in the air, the taste of it was flowing around Leo’s mouth. Now he was up and able to collect him self he could feel it starting to take effect.
The trait that all his siblings had in them thanks to there father was starting to kick in. Blood rush.
Bascly with the scent and taste of blood, his siblings him self and his father would lose them selves in anger and rage, but with training still keeping there ability to fight, it was the ablity that made Eight such a good fighter and made his children so good.
His pupils went small, his teeth beard farther, his ears strangely came up. And his fists unclenched ready to us his claws. The straw wolf snarled back, then fluted as he saw the new look in Leos eyes, madness.
And to boot he had lost his knife.
Leo forgetting the pain let out a roar of anger and leaped followed. He ducked a poor punch from the wolf and came back with his own that was extremely quick and thanks to his well homed technique he relived a bone braking punch.
The wolf staggered away using the wall to keep him up, but before he could even regain his balance Leo slashed him across the face with his claws, leaving nasty gashes.
Another lesson from his folks, Always keep you claws sharp and in good nick.
Again the wolf staggered. His eyes now showing the fear Leo had felt.
Leo charged at him and this time knocked him to the floor. As soon as the body smashed into the wood floor, Leo was on top of him and in his blood rush started to hack his enemy with his claws, jaws the lot. The screams were enough to freeze the blood.
Leo drew back guts and gore hanging from his jaws, the body of the wolf now mutilated and open showing the organs the lot lay twitching in the floor eyes open and staring.
Leo spat his mouth full on the floor, and slowly slide away from the body panting unable to take his eyes off it. As quick as his rush had hit him it left him, the pain and ever thing eals coming screaming back to him, and with it his mind.
He had killed, not just that he had used his own jaws, he had tasted the flesh of another anrtho. He wasn’t religious by any means, as it was a sin to use your own claws and jaws in attack on another anthro, unless it was for a good rightos reason. But even worse is to eat the flesh of another was unforgivable. He hadn’t done that but the thought on how close he had come to it.
He looked around at the now destroyed room saw his rifle and scrambled over to it yelping in pain as he did. He had to get out of there, he had killed taken life. It was his first. He grabbed his rifle and tried to get to his feet. But pain shot throw his body and he slumped to the floor again. He looked over his shoulder at the body again. As if it was going to attack him again.
He used his rifle for support and pushed him self up to his feet growling in pain as he did. Using the walls he staggered as quickly as his could for the door he used to come in throw. It felt like it took a centray to get out of the house back throw the second and into the square.
He had to keep on stopping to catch his breath, or to regain his resolves to move. The wound it self wasn’t that bad as to make him this way. It was the mix of the shock of the close courters fight, his first kill, the way he had killed him, and the wound.
He staggered out the front door, rolled around the door frame and fell to the floor, he pushed him self up into a sitting position ageist the wall of the house. He looked like he had jumped on a grenade thanks to the blood from the other wolf as he had torn it apart and his own blood made him look a LOT worse then he was.
It sounded like the battle was over and as is one allies were walking around infront of him, they had won it. The sky was still dark even though it was Still well in the day. The odd patter of gun fire could be heard. Still fresh soldiers were walking in. no longer running as the fight was over. Wounded and some soldiers were coming back throw the bomb damaged house behind leo, not throw his yet.
The corps in the house still laying there was burnt into his mind, he had made his first kill. He had always imagined it to be at the end of his gun not done by his very paws. It wasn’t support to be like this. He thought it be a great moment, His hare friend would have been next to him and said what an awesome shot it had been.
He put his paw into his untorn chest pocket and pulled out a paper packet of cigarettes, he flicked it bleary eyed and put one into his mouth. After that he was out of energy. He sagged ageist the wall. God his chest hurt. He looked around in a daze.
What have I done.
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Leo
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Band of brothers (warning:- ever thing that gose with war)
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Shaydie
- The Shadow Hound
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It was hard to believe that just a while ago, he had been minding his own business, cleaning his knife, talking to one of his comrades about something or other - he couldn't remember now - and relaxing as much as one could during a war. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the enemy had attacked, the element of surprise clearly on their side. The atmosphere of the broken battlefield had turned so suddenly from ominous to horrifying that Dominic - as well as a few of his fellow soldiers - had sat in a daze for a few seconds, wondering what the hell had happened. It did not take long, however, for them to see the frag grenade land on the ground in the center of their group.
In an instant, they had all been separated, each diving in a different direction.
He hadn't seen any of them since.
Now, laying belly up on the second floor of one of the few remaining houses in the ghost town, he held his breath, looking down the barrel of an assault rifle. Unfortunately, that assault rifle wasn't his. Standing over him was a cat - maybe a leopard, he didn't know - and the guy looked sorta pissed and sorta scared. Dominic wasn't surprised. After all, he HAD been blowing heads off the guy's friends for quite a long time. He nonchalantly glanced to his left. After giving him a good kick to his stomach, the cat had kicked Dominic's rifle away, assuming - wrongly - that he was now unarmed. He twitched. If it hadn't been for his dragon ancestry, he'd have a few broken ribs, maybe a bruised kidney... But damn did it still hurt like hell!
The cat seemed less inclined to tend to the dragon's wounds.
"Get up."
"Can't we settle this in a more civilized --"
"I SAID GET UP YOU STUPID MOTHER--"
"GUESS NOT!"
A quick whip of his dragon tail and the cat's feet were swept out from under him. Apparently he was surprised by this development. So surprised, in fact, that he involuntarily pulled the trigger of his assault rifle. A short burst of bullets rattled out of the muzzle and, thankfully, into the floor right next to Dominic's head. The dragon reacted to this with a return burst of foul language as he scrambled to his feet.
Too close!
By the time he was fully standing, the leopard had already regained his composure and turned to fire at him again.
Nothing happened.
Dominic stared.
"Uhhh... looking for that?"
He pointed to the assault rifle lying across the room. Apparently the cat had flung it so far and so hard that it had clattered against a wall and snapped in two at the base of the muzzle. So much for enemy intelligence, Dom thought.
That was when the cat began to scramble for the sniper rifle.
"Oh no you don't!"
Lightning quick, the dragon put himself between the enemy and his gun, whipping out the knife that he had so lovingly cleaned and would now have to clean again. Before the cat could react, Dom had him by the throat, holding him there with his knife. One look of fear left in those feline eyes... and then not. A spray of blood across the wood floor, dripping from the knife as Dom stood up. He was not called Diamondback just for his markings - he was also very deadly. The leopard had underestimated him, but that was no longer a problem.
The threat now nullified, Dominic "Diamondback" Ktharin, the only dragon as of then participating in the war, straightened up, stretched, and retrieved his weapon. He listened carefully to what was going on outside. Quiet, compared to the raging battle before. Just the murmur of a victorious army less excited than portrayed in movies and books. No roaring cheer. Just relief.
Across the street, he could see through one of the windows. A wolf, bloodied, taking out a pack of cigarettes. A grim smile crossed his face. Dragons, having the ability to breathe fire, did not find smoke to be as comforting as their cousins did. It was a little sad, really.
He stretched again, then stuck his head out of the window, which had quickly lost its panes during the battle. Not too far down... Hrm...
Making up his mind, Diamondback pulled himself up onto the window sill, then jumped down onto the concrete below. The impact created a loud crunching sound. For most others, it would have been a wounding - if not fatal - jump. For him, it made his legs shudder, but not break - the crunch was that of the concrete. A young fox, who had nearly been crushed underneath him as he exited the building through the front door (thankfully the window above was more to the right than was the door), looked up at the dragon with a mixture of shock and awe. Dominic glanced at the boy, but continued on his way, unfazed by the so-called admiration. Many gave him those looks because of his species, not because of his true abilities. It was tiring, to say the least.
Just another soldier...
Just another battle.
He found a spot on the sidewalk, and settled down again. He retrieved a cloth from his pocket and cleaning away at his knife as he had been before the war had caught up with them.
In an instant, they had all been separated, each diving in a different direction.
He hadn't seen any of them since.
Now, laying belly up on the second floor of one of the few remaining houses in the ghost town, he held his breath, looking down the barrel of an assault rifle. Unfortunately, that assault rifle wasn't his. Standing over him was a cat - maybe a leopard, he didn't know - and the guy looked sorta pissed and sorta scared. Dominic wasn't surprised. After all, he HAD been blowing heads off the guy's friends for quite a long time. He nonchalantly glanced to his left. After giving him a good kick to his stomach, the cat had kicked Dominic's rifle away, assuming - wrongly - that he was now unarmed. He twitched. If it hadn't been for his dragon ancestry, he'd have a few broken ribs, maybe a bruised kidney... But damn did it still hurt like hell!
The cat seemed less inclined to tend to the dragon's wounds.
"Get up."
"Can't we settle this in a more civilized --"
"I SAID GET UP YOU STUPID MOTHER--"
"GUESS NOT!"
A quick whip of his dragon tail and the cat's feet were swept out from under him. Apparently he was surprised by this development. So surprised, in fact, that he involuntarily pulled the trigger of his assault rifle. A short burst of bullets rattled out of the muzzle and, thankfully, into the floor right next to Dominic's head. The dragon reacted to this with a return burst of foul language as he scrambled to his feet.
Too close!
By the time he was fully standing, the leopard had already regained his composure and turned to fire at him again.
Nothing happened.
Dominic stared.
"Uhhh... looking for that?"
He pointed to the assault rifle lying across the room. Apparently the cat had flung it so far and so hard that it had clattered against a wall and snapped in two at the base of the muzzle. So much for enemy intelligence, Dom thought.
That was when the cat began to scramble for the sniper rifle.
"Oh no you don't!"
Lightning quick, the dragon put himself between the enemy and his gun, whipping out the knife that he had so lovingly cleaned and would now have to clean again. Before the cat could react, Dom had him by the throat, holding him there with his knife. One look of fear left in those feline eyes... and then not. A spray of blood across the wood floor, dripping from the knife as Dom stood up. He was not called Diamondback just for his markings - he was also very deadly. The leopard had underestimated him, but that was no longer a problem.
The threat now nullified, Dominic "Diamondback" Ktharin, the only dragon as of then participating in the war, straightened up, stretched, and retrieved his weapon. He listened carefully to what was going on outside. Quiet, compared to the raging battle before. Just the murmur of a victorious army less excited than portrayed in movies and books. No roaring cheer. Just relief.
Across the street, he could see through one of the windows. A wolf, bloodied, taking out a pack of cigarettes. A grim smile crossed his face. Dragons, having the ability to breathe fire, did not find smoke to be as comforting as their cousins did. It was a little sad, really.
He stretched again, then stuck his head out of the window, which had quickly lost its panes during the battle. Not too far down... Hrm...
Making up his mind, Diamondback pulled himself up onto the window sill, then jumped down onto the concrete below. The impact created a loud crunching sound. For most others, it would have been a wounding - if not fatal - jump. For him, it made his legs shudder, but not break - the crunch was that of the concrete. A young fox, who had nearly been crushed underneath him as he exited the building through the front door (thankfully the window above was more to the right than was the door), looked up at the dragon with a mixture of shock and awe. Dominic glanced at the boy, but continued on his way, unfazed by the so-called admiration. Many gave him those looks because of his species, not because of his true abilities. It was tiring, to say the least.
Just another soldier...
Just another battle.
He found a spot on the sidewalk, and settled down again. He retrieved a cloth from his pocket and cleaning away at his knife as he had been before the war had caught up with them.
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Nakisha
- Alpha of Hekaya
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- ''Typical. They send me in when it's all over.''
Durango sat in the back of an open truck, as he was driven into the now slowly quieting streets, along with many other soldiers.
He had just been transferred from his old base to this new one. But the second he had arrived, he had been told to get his ass into the truck. He was given the time to throw his bags into the barracks... and that had been it.
And now... he was here. Damn it, he hadn't even gotten the time to get acquainted with anyone yet.
- ''Seems like sending reinforcements could have gone quicker.'' Another soldier mumbled. ''Ah well... I heard we wón, at least.''
- ''Yeah, bloody-fucking-brilliant.'' Durango grumbled. ''A lot more of us could have survived if the high gents had been a little quicker to respond...''
He stared at the scene in front of him. Oh yes.... a battle had been fought here. A few last gunshots where just another obvious sign of it... along with the smoke, stench and distruction all around. What a mess.
Durango's hand played with his dogtag. His beloved weapon, a Lee-Enfield No 4 Mk I rifle, hung on his chest. On his belt where a leather cartridge bag, a bajonet and a sheathed bowie knife, dangling with the movements of the truck.
He perked his ears; man... this looked bad. So many dead guys...
- ''Fresh out of training and here to clean the mess.'' He stated, as the truck stopped. Some soldiers gave him a glare; Durango's sarcastic humor wasn't always appriciated. But he ignored the glaring and jumped out of the truck.
The first thing he noticed, was another wolf.. sitting against a house. He was black, with a red mohawk and looked severely wounded, judging from the amount of blood on him.
- ''Great... I signed up to be a soldier, not a fucking medic...'' Durango groaned. But he did run up to the wolf, knowing all too well that he needed help.
- ''Hey mate.'' He stopped running as he came closer. ''You okay?''
He kneeled down besides the wounded male. A quick inspection didn't really reveal any wounds, except for a nasty cut on the chest. But then again; his clothes could hide the rest....
His ears perked as he looked around, half-and-half expecting new enemies to come. But there was no-one. The only one he saw, was a dragon sitting down on the sidewalk, cleaning a knife. Wow, talk about coldblooded... whére dragons cold blooded? Hmm... he should ask...
Durango focussed on the black wolf again, waiting for his answer.
Damn, why had he missed this battle....
Durango sat in the back of an open truck, as he was driven into the now slowly quieting streets, along with many other soldiers.
He had just been transferred from his old base to this new one. But the second he had arrived, he had been told to get his ass into the truck. He was given the time to throw his bags into the barracks... and that had been it.
And now... he was here. Damn it, he hadn't even gotten the time to get acquainted with anyone yet.
- ''Seems like sending reinforcements could have gone quicker.'' Another soldier mumbled. ''Ah well... I heard we wón, at least.''
- ''Yeah, bloody-fucking-brilliant.'' Durango grumbled. ''A lot more of us could have survived if the high gents had been a little quicker to respond...''
He stared at the scene in front of him. Oh yes.... a battle had been fought here. A few last gunshots where just another obvious sign of it... along with the smoke, stench and distruction all around. What a mess.
Durango's hand played with his dogtag. His beloved weapon, a Lee-Enfield No 4 Mk I rifle, hung on his chest. On his belt where a leather cartridge bag, a bajonet and a sheathed bowie knife, dangling with the movements of the truck.
He perked his ears; man... this looked bad. So many dead guys...
- ''Fresh out of training and here to clean the mess.'' He stated, as the truck stopped. Some soldiers gave him a glare; Durango's sarcastic humor wasn't always appriciated. But he ignored the glaring and jumped out of the truck.
The first thing he noticed, was another wolf.. sitting against a house. He was black, with a red mohawk and looked severely wounded, judging from the amount of blood on him.
- ''Great... I signed up to be a soldier, not a fucking medic...'' Durango groaned. But he did run up to the wolf, knowing all too well that he needed help.
- ''Hey mate.'' He stopped running as he came closer. ''You okay?''
He kneeled down besides the wounded male. A quick inspection didn't really reveal any wounds, except for a nasty cut on the chest. But then again; his clothes could hide the rest....
His ears perked as he looked around, half-and-half expecting new enemies to come. But there was no-one. The only one he saw, was a dragon sitting down on the sidewalk, cleaning a knife. Wow, talk about coldblooded... whére dragons cold blooded? Hmm... he should ask...
Durango focussed on the black wolf again, waiting for his answer.
Damn, why had he missed this battle....
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SilverWolf92
- Silver of the Mist
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Today was one of those days. One of those days that you just wished you could sit back, relax, take a sip of some nice iced tea and watch the news that had other, better things to talk about other than depression and death. Today was definately not one of those days. The loud blaring of sirens, bombs, and buildings collapsing filled the area as smoke and debris encased the area. The enemy seemed to be having an advantage, raiding the nearby homes and burning them along with the innocent people. About 800 yards away there lay a female aiming her trusted sniper rifle to the enemy. She was sprawled down in the outskirts of the city, camaflouged jacket and pants to fit in tact. Her gray eyes shimmered through the scope lens, waiting for the right moment to fire. It seemed that the enemy was attacking her fellow comrads in action, and were getting an uperhand by the minute. With headset on her she confirmed to the others through the mic, "Target in sight.. Fall back soon, I don't want you in my range."
Man, just another day to live eh? Fighting all she could to protect the innocent. Not that she thought it was a neuscience, it was just perhaps a few times she'd like to drink a beer bottle or two and listen to some tunes. Looking into the lens, she began to get her target. She watched as the others began to retreat, and with a click of the trigger, in seconds, blood had splattered, and down went a soldier. Already she targeted more of them. For when there was one bullet, the others knew that it wouldn't be long to track her. She took down three more enemies before wrapping her weapon with the strand she had attatched over her back before dashing off. She could see that only few were starting to come at her. She rolled and stopped at another side before aiming and firing two more rounds. With a few of the enemy gone, the others were already taking control once more. All she had to do was take out the remaining soldiers coming at her. Another shot followed by a few coming her way were dodged before she fired again. The loud cry of defeat her let know that there was one left. But as she looked for him, she could not find the target.
"Damn." she cursed under her breath. Where was the little snoop hiding. A rustling in the nearby distance came before a bullet passed right by her shoulder. Wincing from the graze, she saw him coming and quickly took out her revolver. It took one shot before it went straight through his heart, and he went down like the dumb cat he was. Peering down to the battle ground, she could hear the cheers and cries of her fellow soldiers. It seemed they had driven away the enemy now, and that this was a victorious battle. Sighing, wiping the sweat off her face, she grinned. The war for now had been won. A break was in order.
Coming down to where the others were, she was given a few pats from the others for good team work before she said, "I'll scout to find if there's anybody from our squad that may still be in trouble." Man, she really wanted to get out of this squad and transfer to another one soon. She just had to find the right one. The sounds of crackling and the smell of smog filled her nostrils and her ears turned backward. In being successful during this fight, it still had been innocent lives to pay the price. As she walked the lonely streets filled with those crying, weeping over their loved ones, soldiers both good and bad sprawled, she grit her teeth. Looked like the break wasn't even started.
Advancing around the corner, the distant sounds of screeching tires rolled off before she noticed there were three men. All of them looked to be from her squad.. if not from another section they were still fighting for the same thing. And all of them were male. It seemed the one who came in the jeep had headed off to a younger wolf sitting and taking a smoke, while there was a dragon by the sidewalk. A dragon? She was suprised to see one here... She looked to the younger wolf, and when she saw his redenned mohawk she knew all too well who it was. Rather loudly in her combat boots, she walked quickly over to him and the other wolf inspecting him but stopped just for a moment as she was passing by the Dragon. Looking to him she gave a small smirk saying, "I'm glad to see that you're on our side." before continuing to make her way over. "Fancy seeing you here on the battlefield Leo. I was beginning to wonder when you'd join us." she commented, folding her arms across her chest. It was then she noticed his wounds. A stab to the chest, nasty. She then glanced to the wolf that had beaten her to Leo giving a short nod of a 'hello' sort of greeting; an acknowledgement of his presence before turning to Leo again without a second thought.
Man, just another day to live eh? Fighting all she could to protect the innocent. Not that she thought it was a neuscience, it was just perhaps a few times she'd like to drink a beer bottle or two and listen to some tunes. Looking into the lens, she began to get her target. She watched as the others began to retreat, and with a click of the trigger, in seconds, blood had splattered, and down went a soldier. Already she targeted more of them. For when there was one bullet, the others knew that it wouldn't be long to track her. She took down three more enemies before wrapping her weapon with the strand she had attatched over her back before dashing off. She could see that only few were starting to come at her. She rolled and stopped at another side before aiming and firing two more rounds. With a few of the enemy gone, the others were already taking control once more. All she had to do was take out the remaining soldiers coming at her. Another shot followed by a few coming her way were dodged before she fired again. The loud cry of defeat her let know that there was one left. But as she looked for him, she could not find the target.
"Damn." she cursed under her breath. Where was the little snoop hiding. A rustling in the nearby distance came before a bullet passed right by her shoulder. Wincing from the graze, she saw him coming and quickly took out her revolver. It took one shot before it went straight through his heart, and he went down like the dumb cat he was. Peering down to the battle ground, she could hear the cheers and cries of her fellow soldiers. It seemed they had driven away the enemy now, and that this was a victorious battle. Sighing, wiping the sweat off her face, she grinned. The war for now had been won. A break was in order.
Coming down to where the others were, she was given a few pats from the others for good team work before she said, "I'll scout to find if there's anybody from our squad that may still be in trouble." Man, she really wanted to get out of this squad and transfer to another one soon. She just had to find the right one. The sounds of crackling and the smell of smog filled her nostrils and her ears turned backward. In being successful during this fight, it still had been innocent lives to pay the price. As she walked the lonely streets filled with those crying, weeping over their loved ones, soldiers both good and bad sprawled, she grit her teeth. Looked like the break wasn't even started.
Advancing around the corner, the distant sounds of screeching tires rolled off before she noticed there were three men. All of them looked to be from her squad.. if not from another section they were still fighting for the same thing. And all of them were male. It seemed the one who came in the jeep had headed off to a younger wolf sitting and taking a smoke, while there was a dragon by the sidewalk. A dragon? She was suprised to see one here... She looked to the younger wolf, and when she saw his redenned mohawk she knew all too well who it was. Rather loudly in her combat boots, she walked quickly over to him and the other wolf inspecting him but stopped just for a moment as she was passing by the Dragon. Looking to him she gave a small smirk saying, "I'm glad to see that you're on our side." before continuing to make her way over. "Fancy seeing you here on the battlefield Leo. I was beginning to wonder when you'd join us." she commented, folding her arms across her chest. It was then she noticed his wounds. A stab to the chest, nasty. She then glanced to the wolf that had beaten her to Leo giving a short nod of a 'hello' sort of greeting; an acknowledgement of his presence before turning to Leo again without a second thought.
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Predator was walking back throw the rubble his presos sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. he had come a little to late so hadnt been able to do much, but he helped clear the aier to the south west a little so not all a bad day.
He was wondering to try and find leo, he had meet him a cuple of days back, thanks to a rather loud and aggnarnt tiger he had then kick the shit out of.
He wondered back into the squear, he had been in this war long enuf to let these sense bother him. the wounded being carried back into the squear. the new recuirts looked shocked and a little worried about when they would have to fight. the tanks rolling in as normal late. He looked around and his sharp eyes layed on to wolves looking over another one that was soaked in blood.
His breath cort in his chest.
"shit leo", he gasped and ran over quickly.
The two around him were a female and a male wolf. the female seemed to no him from what she said. and the male had seemed to be sitting with him the longest.
Pred skidded to a hult banding down as well, as he knelt he patted the wolf greatfuly on the back, his way of saying thanks for helping. he nodded briskly to the female agian saying the same thing. As fare as he cared leo was his friend and he had been looking after him since he got there, so he felt kind of responserbal for him.
Leo looked around at them all as if he wasnt quite seeing them all clearly. the wolf laying dead back in the house was still tearing at his mind.
along with the wound.
when the first male had run over leo had grabbed the males arm, using it as a kind of support mentaly. it was nice to have it there. it was helping him get a grip on him self.
"yeah i think so", he had mubled.
Then the female he knew that voice.
He looked up at her.
"Lizz!", he said half trying to sit up then yelping in pain.
Then Predator had come a long, he had looked to him to.
But the hare was consentrating on his wounds, he had pulled his jacket away from his chest gentaly, inspecting the wound. nothing to serios but it would need looking at other wise it wouldnt stop bleeding and then it would be a problem.
Leo had reached for a torn open brest pocket for his fathers zippo lighter he had passed down to him. and in a stab of horra or was that pain, he had just stuck his own claw clumsily into the gash. it wasnt there.
"Shit my lighter fuck", he shouted trying to get up.
it was his fathers his fathers, he couldnt lose it. His father had had it in the war he had frought in and before that.
The hare pushed him back down.
“il get it carem down, were would it be”, he said carmly.
“back there two houses back”, Leo said in a panic, forgetting what was laying back there.
Leo let out a shaking breath and looked up at lizz.
“what brings you to these parts”, he said trying a weak smile.
He then looked over at the male wolf.
“Leo what do I call you by”.
Predator had walked throw the first house and made it to the second, he entered the stopped. Being a herbivore the scent of blood was never on the top list of his favret scents, but he had grown quite use to it. But the scent comeing from this house was over powering. He entered slowly and looked around. He had seen grissly sights and again got use to them to the point that they were part of the decore of war. But this one was quite bone chilling. There was blood all over the plase walls floor and even sceling. The room was torn apart by the fight but the corps in the center of the room was what made predators soul go cold. Its mouth was gaping open its tong hanging out, its eyes open and wide in prue terror of the moment of his death. His face looked like a slient scream. Then its chest it was completely torn open, you could see ever thing ripped apart organs, gore his bloody lunch. And crowning the chest was his ribs sticking out like bars of a cage broken. Leo had done this, pred throught.
He hadn’t killed any thing yet and his first kill had been this.
No wonder he was so freaked out.
Suddenly rembering what he was there for, he looked around for the zippo and to his horror it was in the clenched paw of the corps. Pred walked followed got a grip of him self by shaking his head. What did he care it was war, they had to kill and it didn’t matter how. He pulled the stiff fingers apart and picked up the zippo. He then looked up at the face.
Still thow he didn’t wish this on his worse enimey, out of respect he closed the wolfs eyes, shut his jaw and layed his head down to its side. He got to his feet again looking down at the corps.
“better you then me”, he said.
Then trotted back to the others.
When he got back to the others he handed back leo’s lighter then sat down next to him.
His nose was dry and he looked a little ashed face. Leo noticed then rembered what he must have seen.
“pred I ….. he attack…I lost it I didn’t mean to”, he stopped when the hare rasied a paw.
“war is war mate, better him then you”.
He was wondering to try and find leo, he had meet him a cuple of days back, thanks to a rather loud and aggnarnt tiger he had then kick the shit out of.
He wondered back into the squear, he had been in this war long enuf to let these sense bother him. the wounded being carried back into the squear. the new recuirts looked shocked and a little worried about when they would have to fight. the tanks rolling in as normal late. He looked around and his sharp eyes layed on to wolves looking over another one that was soaked in blood.
His breath cort in his chest.
"shit leo", he gasped and ran over quickly.
The two around him were a female and a male wolf. the female seemed to no him from what she said. and the male had seemed to be sitting with him the longest.
Pred skidded to a hult banding down as well, as he knelt he patted the wolf greatfuly on the back, his way of saying thanks for helping. he nodded briskly to the female agian saying the same thing. As fare as he cared leo was his friend and he had been looking after him since he got there, so he felt kind of responserbal for him.
Leo looked around at them all as if he wasnt quite seeing them all clearly. the wolf laying dead back in the house was still tearing at his mind.
along with the wound.
when the first male had run over leo had grabbed the males arm, using it as a kind of support mentaly. it was nice to have it there. it was helping him get a grip on him self.
"yeah i think so", he had mubled.
Then the female he knew that voice.
He looked up at her.
"Lizz!", he said half trying to sit up then yelping in pain.
Then Predator had come a long, he had looked to him to.
But the hare was consentrating on his wounds, he had pulled his jacket away from his chest gentaly, inspecting the wound. nothing to serios but it would need looking at other wise it wouldnt stop bleeding and then it would be a problem.
Leo had reached for a torn open brest pocket for his fathers zippo lighter he had passed down to him. and in a stab of horra or was that pain, he had just stuck his own claw clumsily into the gash. it wasnt there.
"Shit my lighter fuck", he shouted trying to get up.
it was his fathers his fathers, he couldnt lose it. His father had had it in the war he had frought in and before that.
The hare pushed him back down.
“il get it carem down, were would it be”, he said carmly.
“back there two houses back”, Leo said in a panic, forgetting what was laying back there.
Leo let out a shaking breath and looked up at lizz.
“what brings you to these parts”, he said trying a weak smile.
He then looked over at the male wolf.
“Leo what do I call you by”.
Predator had walked throw the first house and made it to the second, he entered the stopped. Being a herbivore the scent of blood was never on the top list of his favret scents, but he had grown quite use to it. But the scent comeing from this house was over powering. He entered slowly and looked around. He had seen grissly sights and again got use to them to the point that they were part of the decore of war. But this one was quite bone chilling. There was blood all over the plase walls floor and even sceling. The room was torn apart by the fight but the corps in the center of the room was what made predators soul go cold. Its mouth was gaping open its tong hanging out, its eyes open and wide in prue terror of the moment of his death. His face looked like a slient scream. Then its chest it was completely torn open, you could see ever thing ripped apart organs, gore his bloody lunch. And crowning the chest was his ribs sticking out like bars of a cage broken. Leo had done this, pred throught.
He hadn’t killed any thing yet and his first kill had been this.
No wonder he was so freaked out.
Suddenly rembering what he was there for, he looked around for the zippo and to his horror it was in the clenched paw of the corps. Pred walked followed got a grip of him self by shaking his head. What did he care it was war, they had to kill and it didn’t matter how. He pulled the stiff fingers apart and picked up the zippo. He then looked up at the face.
Still thow he didn’t wish this on his worse enimey, out of respect he closed the wolfs eyes, shut his jaw and layed his head down to its side. He got to his feet again looking down at the corps.
“better you then me”, he said.
Then trotted back to the others.
When he got back to the others he handed back leo’s lighter then sat down next to him.
His nose was dry and he looked a little ashed face. Leo noticed then rembered what he must have seen.
“pred I ….. he attack…I lost it I didn’t mean to”, he stopped when the hare rasied a paw.
“war is war mate, better him then you”.
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Shaydie
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While Dominic cleaned his knife (Almost done, he thought) he watched the last few handfuls of soldiers walk into battle. A smirk materialized on his face; these were most likely the newer recruits, sent in to take out stragglers if there were any - which was, in any case, highly unlikely. His deep red eyes had only fallen back onto the gleaming silver surface of his blade when one of said recruits spoke up.
More dragon praise, then. Dom couldn't see how it could be anything else. He exhaled sharply in exasperation as she continued on, then stood up, stretching... and paid for it. He almost doubled over, having been bluntly reminded of the well-aimed kick in the ribs. Having always believed in hiding weakness as much as possible, he sucked it up and growled a little, eyes closed...
"Jesus, Dom, get a hold of yourself... it's not even a flesh wound."
He leaned against the building for a few seconds, bracing himself, then opened his eyes again. By this time, it was obvious that the female wolf that had spoken to him knew the wounded one - apparently called Leo - quite well. For a while they exchanged words, and a hare joined them. The dragon watched, intrigued, until the hare disappeared then returned in a matter of seconds. "Leo" seemed a little scared. Not surprising. War was blood, gore, killing... not a fucking fairytale play land.
And with that thought, he joined the others around their comrade, keeping his hands in his pockets and his rifle strapped to his back.
"Well aren't you the life of the party. Just as well, I guess..."
He glanced around at the others as he slowed to a halt in the middle of them, nearest Leo. He nodded to each in turn, and crouched down to examine the wounds that the mohawk-adorned wolf had. Not too bad, but he'd need a little more medical attention than what he was already getting.
"Hrm... Nasty gash you've got there... If you want, I can close it up for you. Nothing special, just a quick searing... It'll won't take as long as stitches; it's much more reliable anyway."
He looked up again. A big burly wolf - not uncommon on the battlefield since wolves were often natural fighters. He seemed like he wouldn't really want to be here if not for the guns and killing... Also not uncommon. He watched as the guy strode over to the wolf with the mohawk and crouched down. At that exact moment, the scent of fresh blood wafted by his nostrils. The black one was hurt, then? Badly, by the smell of it... Alright. They had his attention now. He had already begun to return his knife to its holster when yet another wolf strode past him. This time, thankfully, it was a female. She stopped to look at him, and they locked eyes momentarily.''Hey mate. You okay?''
Hmph."I'm glad to see that you're on our side."
More dragon praise, then. Dom couldn't see how it could be anything else. He exhaled sharply in exasperation as she continued on, then stood up, stretching... and paid for it. He almost doubled over, having been bluntly reminded of the well-aimed kick in the ribs. Having always believed in hiding weakness as much as possible, he sucked it up and growled a little, eyes closed...
"Jesus, Dom, get a hold of yourself... it's not even a flesh wound."
He leaned against the building for a few seconds, bracing himself, then opened his eyes again. By this time, it was obvious that the female wolf that had spoken to him knew the wounded one - apparently called Leo - quite well. For a while they exchanged words, and a hare joined them. The dragon watched, intrigued, until the hare disappeared then returned in a matter of seconds. "Leo" seemed a little scared. Not surprising. War was blood, gore, killing... not a fucking fairytale play land.
And with that thought, he joined the others around their comrade, keeping his hands in his pockets and his rifle strapped to his back.
"Well aren't you the life of the party. Just as well, I guess..."
He glanced around at the others as he slowed to a halt in the middle of them, nearest Leo. He nodded to each in turn, and crouched down to examine the wounds that the mohawk-adorned wolf had. Not too bad, but he'd need a little more medical attention than what he was already getting.
"Hrm... Nasty gash you've got there... If you want, I can close it up for you. Nothing special, just a quick searing... It'll won't take as long as stitches; it's much more reliable anyway."
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Nakisha
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Durango gently placed a hand on the wolf's shoulder. He was clearly quite badly wounded, or in deep shock....Leo looked around at them all as if he wasnt quite seeing them all clearly.
when the first male had run over leo had grabbed the males arm, using it as a kind of support mentaly. it was nice to have it there. it was helping him get a grip on him self.
"yeah i think so", he had mubled.
- ''Just stay calm, you'll be fine.'' He said, trying to give some moral support. Besides, he dared to say that... the wound didn't look directly lifethreating to him. The shock was more likely to be fatal.
He suddenly turned one ear.
Someone was approaching.... And, by the sound of the footsteps... it was an alie.
Foes usually either ran, or crept up to them. Therefor, by what he was hearing, he didn't see the need to look up. The wounded soldier in front of him was more important.
But... that VOICE...
Durango's ears shot up; his head turned swiftly."Fancy seeing you here on the battlefield Leo. I was beginning to wonder when you'd join us." she commented, folding her arms across her chest.
As he was crouched down, the first thing he saw where knees. His eyes widened as they travelled up the body of the stranger; broad hips... BOOBIES... long hair....
A GIRL?!!
Durango's mouth opened very slightly as he stared at her for a moment. On his previous base, the only female present had been his sergeant... but now, he was facing a female soldier. A fémale soldier...!!! He hadn't dreamed there'd be any.... And DAMN... what a fine, lucious girl this was!!!He looked up at her.
"Lizz!", he said half trying to sit up then yelping in pain.
Gorgeous... a deep blue, purpleish colour of fur, with the most adorable white nose and troath. Oh, good GOD....
And those EYES....
- ''Well... hi there.'' He grinned slightly; his seductive nature was about to kick in. And he'd probably would have said some more, and some choice words too... but as she just gave him a nod and turned her attention back to the wounded black wolf, he quickly remembered the situation and also focused back on him, now knowing his name was Leo.She then glanced to the wolf that had beaten her to Leo giving a short nod of a 'hello' sort of greeting; an acknowledgement of his presence before turning to Leo again without a second thought.
A sudden pat on the back; Durango felt a little startled. He realised he had been letting his guard down, a little enchanted by the fact that a woman was present. He hadn't even heard this guy coming... Damn, he couldn't ever let thát happen again!!Pred skidded to a hult banding down as well, as he knelt he patted the wolf greatfuly on the back, his way of saying thanks for helping. he nodded briskly to the female agian saying the same thing.
His head turned quickly; a hare had joined them.
Wow... a hare. That was something different... there hadn't been any prey species at his previous base! Durango's ears perked curiously.
He took a little distance, his hand still on Leo's shoulder, as he watched the hare check on the wolf's wounds. It seemed the guy knew what he was doing... and being still fresh on treating wounds himself, Durango knew the hare would do a better job then he ever could.
Durango had been about to offer to get it, but the hare was on it.Leo had reached for a torn open brest pocket for his fathers zippo lighter he had passed down to him. and in a stab of horra or was that pain, he had just stuck his own claw clumsily into the gash. it wasnt there.
"Shit my lighter fuck", he shouted trying to get up.
it was his fathers his fathers, he couldnt lose it. His father had had it in the war he had frought in and before that.
The hare pushed him back down.
“il get it carem down, were would it be”, he said carmly.
“back there two houses back”, Leo said in a panic, forgetting what was laying back there.
Thus, he came a little closer again, just for some moral support.
His eyes shot back at the female, for a moment. As Leo talked to her, he took the moment to check her out. So... her name was Liz...
He forced himself not to grin again, but his eyes had a naughty, boy-ish sparkle in them as he looked at her.
Good god, she was a beauty. What a girl!
Hmmm... if she was in HIS platoon... Oh YEAH!
His hand unintentionally, thoughtlessly, went down to touch his pocket, as his eyes didn't stray from her body. He was already thinking ahead. He lightly touched the little bulb there; he always had a small box of condoms with him. All about save sex....
He was quickly brought back to reality; his eyes turned back to Leo quickly and his hand moved away from the pocket, now resting it onto his own leg.He then looked over at the male wolf.
“Leo what do I call you by”.
- ''I'm Durango. Nice to meet you, although it should have been under better circumstances....'' He grinned. His eyes shot back to Liz for a moment. ''Nice to meet YOU, too....''
A little grin quickly formed, and dissapeared again as he now inspected the wound on Leo's chest. ''We need to have you looked at.''
Durango's ears shot up.When he got back to the others he handed back leo’s lighter then sat down next to him.
His nose was dry and he looked a little ashed face. Leo noticed then rembered what he must have seen.
“pred I ….. he attack…I lost it I didn’t mean to”, he stopped when the hare rasied a paw.
“war is war mate, better him then you”.
What the hell was that about...??
His head turned in the direction where ''Pred'', or so he was called, had just came from.
Curiosity killed the cat, but appearantly, that was a saying that meant little to Durango. He was already wondering that they had been talking about... and what the hare had seen there.
But before he could get up to check it out himself, which he (stupidly) intended to do... someone else approached.
Durango looked over his shoulder, and was once again surprised by what he saw.
A dragon... a dragon soldier?! Okay, now he'd seen it all.
Durango quickly scanned the dragon with his eyes. Alie, he could tell that much. And quite an unsual sight... he never had the pleasure to meet a real dragon before. His markings where amazing..."Well aren't you the life of the party. Just as well, I guess..."
Still, there was no obvious surprise on his face, like there had been with Liz for a short moment. Instead, he gave him a greeting nod, without giving him any special attention.
- ''Hmmmm....'' Durango grunted in his troath, his ears slightly backwards. But he said nothing. He trusted the dragon knew what he was saying... but Durango worried about infection. Stitching the wolf up right here and now, without cleaning the wound... it didn't strike him as the best idea.He glanced around at the others as he slowed to a halt in the middle of them, nearest Leo. He nodded to each in turn, and crouched down to examine the wounds that the mohawk-adorned wolf had. Not too bad, but he'd need a little more medical attention than what he was already getting.
"Hrm... Nasty gash you've got there... If you want, I can close it up for you. Nothing special, just a quick searing... It'll won't take as long as stitches; it's much more reliable anyway."
But then again... the wound had bled enough to get the worst mess out. Stitches could be removed later. And leaving this wound open to bleed more probably wasn't the best option either.
His ears perked again and his head turned back in the direction of the house. He still wondered what was in there....
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Liz couldn't help but smile lightly. So it was finally happening. "Hey don't be so rash you still have a gaping wound." she slightly scolded. "Dont strain your body.." Too late. Leo had already yelled something about his lighter, previously owned by his father. She slightly facepalmed before watching as a hare who seemed to know Leo came over. Must have been a friend. She watched as the rabbit already went off to get the lighter. Turning her attention back to her childhood friend, she shrugged her shoulders.
"My current party is a bit down west. Just took care of the remaining enemy." she explained. "I don't know though. Thinking about transferring over. You know." she mentioned then. Judging by the talk shared between the hare and Leo, Liz judged that Leo probably made his first kill. The injury and the look on the wolf's sullen face said it all.
"Hey, cheer up kiddo." she commented. "Your buddy is right... it's better the enemy than the good guys."
As she was still speaking to the hare and Leo, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the other wolf, Durango was his name, seem to stare at her and reach into his pocket. She rose a brow once before ignoring his actions. For some reason, she was already observing that this guy was a sleeseball... whatever he was reaching for, it wouldn't be something she'd like, that was certain.
Sooner or later, the dragon had joined them. Smirking, Liz said, "Joined the bandwagon finally?" she said before taking a step back as the dragon came forward. She was intruiged when he said he could close up the wound by searing it without stitches. She was interested in how that would work. Stitches, or searing... either way it was going to hurt.
))Liz couldn't help but smile lightly. So it was finally happening. "Hey don't be so rash you still have a gaping wound." she slightly scolded. "Dont strain your body.." Too late. Leo had already yelled something about his lighter, previously owned by his father. She slightly facepalmed before watching as a hare who seemed to know Leo came over. Must have been a friend. She watched as the rabbit already went off to get the lighter. Turning her attention back to her childhood friend, she shrugged her shoulders.
"My current party is a bit down west. Just took care of the remaining enemy." she explained. "I don't know though. Thinking about transferring over. You know." she mentioned then. Judging by the talk shared between the hare and Leo, Liz judged that Leo probably made his first kill. The injury and the look on the wolf's sullen face said it all.
"Hey, cheer up kiddo." she commented. "Your buddy is right... it's better the enemy than the good guys."
As she was still speaking to the hare and Leo, she noticed out of the corner of her eye the other wolf, Durango was his name, seem to stare at her and reach into his pocket. She rose a brow once before ignoring his actions. For some reason, she was already observing that this guy was a sleeseball... whatever he was reaching for, it wouldn't be something she'd like, that was certain.
Sooner or later, the dragon had joined them. Smirking, Liz said, "Joined the bandwagon finally?" she said before taking a step back as the dragon came forward. She was intruiged when he said he could close up the wound by searing it without stitches. She was interested in how that would work. Stitches, or searing... either way it was going to hurt.
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Leo took his fathers, his zippo lighter from Preds open paw. he looked at its misty chrom body. on the front of it, it had what looked like a old war mask, which leo new was what the dragon fights woar will the killed each other, and next to that scrached in with some ones claw was 3 eights going down. Leo smiled looking at it, his fathers name well his main name, and his number. that number had become a legend in the dragon fighter world and the world of the army from the alst great war. He flicked the lide open light it and lite his slightly crumpled smoke.
the zippo and the smoke helped to carm him.
he looked up at them all his eyes falling on Durango. he patted the guys arm.
"nice to meet ya mate", he managed a smile as well, but it held a grimes of a wince of pain.
"yeah me to i rather have met you helping your ass", he said laughing then wincing again.
"My current party is a bit down west. Just took care of the remaining enemy." she explained. "I don't know though. Thinking about transferring over. You know."
"Hey, cheer up kiddo." she commented. "Your buddy is right... it's better the enemy than the good guys."
He nodded the smoke was working wonders and the zippo it felt comforting not only was it is fathers it was his good luck charm a thing that became very inportant to a lot of soilders having there diffrent froms of luck charms and habbits that thay had to do. like Pred after ever conflicted he would regiosly take apart his rifle and clean it and put it back to gether with such gentalness Leo had only see in a mothers tuch.
"well you can tag along with me and pred here", he said blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"yeah im ok thow, its just.....", the body flashed at his eyes, the scream.
his ears went back.
"just a bit of a shock was all".
when pred started to cheak his wounds over, the hare then started looking throw his backpack for something when a dragon came over.
This was a little bit of a strange moment for Leo.
The dragon fighters that his dad had been in wernt licherly people who forght dragons to death, well not any more. there history was accent like the dragon race it self.
hundreds of years ago maybe even thousends years back, when the anthro people that were dragons had ruled all over the world. A war had started agest dragons and all the other anthro speshes. it was long and bloody, but a group of people arose from the battle as the elite fighters of the world, it wasnt and spsifc speshis but a contry. and they became the best, and thanks to them won this massive world war. the dragons shrank indumbers and went back to there sacred ilands were they held off all other armys but never rose to there fromer glory.
but these dragon fighters this contry was the only one that wasnt happy with the end of the war. they were blood thirsty people ruthless and crule.
there trdision was to train there sons and durghters to fight the dragons and they in turn would do the same with there children, cuples choice one another for looks strenght and how much honor the held.
so when the dragons went, insted of trainning the sons and darghters to fight dragons the tort them to fight each other. and so the secret underground dragon fighters came into being. and has contined ever since. the reason for it still being around, is thanks to the people who enjoy watching it. very high up anthros in goverment roylety in ever walk of life. the public knows of it and hates it, but thanks to the dragons fighters fare reach they stage fake raids and donate mony to orginses that try to stop it all to lead the public away from them and from ending this long and horrbal trodion.
so now seeing a dragon for the frist time was wird as Leo ansesters had once been fighting this race. of corse he didnt hold any resent ment to the anthro, nore any ill feeling. it was just a bit strange was all.
"Well aren't you the life of the party. Just as well, I guess..."
Leo smiled and wince again at him.
"yeah im think......sss the same", he said suching in a lot of air as pred had pulled away a peace of shirt that had stuck to his fur and wound thanks to dry blood.
"Hrm... Nasty gash you've got there... If you want, I can close it up for you. Nothing special, just a quick searing... It'll won't take as long as stitches; it's much more reliable anyway."
Pred liked that ider of the searing, that way no stiches to take out it was done in one hit. But the hmm from Durango was along the same lines pred was thinking about as well.
But he had the curle for that problem. He had finaly found what he had been looking for. A small bottle that his mother had sent him, last time he had wrote to her. It was a liquid for cleaning wounds killed any thing but hurts like hell.
He pulled out a rag, and put the bottle to it and turn it upside down so it would soak into the cloath.
“il clean his wounds first mate”, he said to the dragon, with a nod. His face was very serios which it normly looked like, but he was very greatful for the help he had, most would of left him to it till a medic turn up.
“think of something nice”, he said to Leo.
“think of something nice what the fu…..AAGGGGGGHHHHHHH FUCK”, Pred with out pusing after his words had put the drag strate to Leo’s wound and started dabbing and cleaning.
Leo pushed his head agest the wall and closed his eyes bitting his lip turing not to shout out again.
He then wished he had his fathers pain thresh hold, well not many people had his fathers pain threshold not even his mother and she was well as dangros as his father was.
“there I think that be as about as good as were going to get it”, pred said standing up and throwing the rag aside.
“hate the smell of that shit”.
“oh you hate that shit….do you that fucking hurt”, Leo said panting frowning slightly, but there was as much humor as he could muster in his voice.
Pred laughed and turned to the other to, letting the dragon do his thing.
“hes alyours mate”.
“thanks for helping him, Durango was it”, he held out a paw for him to shake, he was use to predator speshies being assholes to him as he was herbivore so it didn’t matter to him if he didn’t.
“and Lizz? You no him from back home…I pitty you”, he said his serios face braking into a smile, his small tail twitched. Something Leo had said to him after the hole tiger instdent had made a small mark.
“It was all well and good being a lone shark, but having friends just might make the hole time in this hell hole werth rembering”.
It had really surprised him how willing Leo had been to making friends with any one he could, even penchungs and herbivores, it had been a refreshing change from the bigots he normaly met these days.
the zippo and the smoke helped to carm him.
he looked up at them all his eyes falling on Durango. he patted the guys arm.
"nice to meet ya mate", he managed a smile as well, but it held a grimes of a wince of pain.
"yeah me to i rather have met you helping your ass", he said laughing then wincing again.
"My current party is a bit down west. Just took care of the remaining enemy." she explained. "I don't know though. Thinking about transferring over. You know."
"Hey, cheer up kiddo." she commented. "Your buddy is right... it's better the enemy than the good guys."
He nodded the smoke was working wonders and the zippo it felt comforting not only was it is fathers it was his good luck charm a thing that became very inportant to a lot of soilders having there diffrent froms of luck charms and habbits that thay had to do. like Pred after ever conflicted he would regiosly take apart his rifle and clean it and put it back to gether with such gentalness Leo had only see in a mothers tuch.
"well you can tag along with me and pred here", he said blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"yeah im ok thow, its just.....", the body flashed at his eyes, the scream.
his ears went back.
"just a bit of a shock was all".
when pred started to cheak his wounds over, the hare then started looking throw his backpack for something when a dragon came over.
This was a little bit of a strange moment for Leo.
The dragon fighters that his dad had been in wernt licherly people who forght dragons to death, well not any more. there history was accent like the dragon race it self.
hundreds of years ago maybe even thousends years back, when the anthro people that were dragons had ruled all over the world. A war had started agest dragons and all the other anthro speshes. it was long and bloody, but a group of people arose from the battle as the elite fighters of the world, it wasnt and spsifc speshis but a contry. and they became the best, and thanks to them won this massive world war. the dragons shrank indumbers and went back to there sacred ilands were they held off all other armys but never rose to there fromer glory.
but these dragon fighters this contry was the only one that wasnt happy with the end of the war. they were blood thirsty people ruthless and crule.
there trdision was to train there sons and durghters to fight the dragons and they in turn would do the same with there children, cuples choice one another for looks strenght and how much honor the held.
so when the dragons went, insted of trainning the sons and darghters to fight dragons the tort them to fight each other. and so the secret underground dragon fighters came into being. and has contined ever since. the reason for it still being around, is thanks to the people who enjoy watching it. very high up anthros in goverment roylety in ever walk of life. the public knows of it and hates it, but thanks to the dragons fighters fare reach they stage fake raids and donate mony to orginses that try to stop it all to lead the public away from them and from ending this long and horrbal trodion.
so now seeing a dragon for the frist time was wird as Leo ansesters had once been fighting this race. of corse he didnt hold any resent ment to the anthro, nore any ill feeling. it was just a bit strange was all.
"Well aren't you the life of the party. Just as well, I guess..."
Leo smiled and wince again at him.
"yeah im think......sss the same", he said suching in a lot of air as pred had pulled away a peace of shirt that had stuck to his fur and wound thanks to dry blood.
"Hrm... Nasty gash you've got there... If you want, I can close it up for you. Nothing special, just a quick searing... It'll won't take as long as stitches; it's much more reliable anyway."
Pred liked that ider of the searing, that way no stiches to take out it was done in one hit. But the hmm from Durango was along the same lines pred was thinking about as well.
But he had the curle for that problem. He had finaly found what he had been looking for. A small bottle that his mother had sent him, last time he had wrote to her. It was a liquid for cleaning wounds killed any thing but hurts like hell.
He pulled out a rag, and put the bottle to it and turn it upside down so it would soak into the cloath.
“il clean his wounds first mate”, he said to the dragon, with a nod. His face was very serios which it normly looked like, but he was very greatful for the help he had, most would of left him to it till a medic turn up.
“think of something nice”, he said to Leo.
“think of something nice what the fu…..AAGGGGGGHHHHHHH FUCK”, Pred with out pusing after his words had put the drag strate to Leo’s wound and started dabbing and cleaning.
Leo pushed his head agest the wall and closed his eyes bitting his lip turing not to shout out again.
He then wished he had his fathers pain thresh hold, well not many people had his fathers pain threshold not even his mother and she was well as dangros as his father was.
“there I think that be as about as good as were going to get it”, pred said standing up and throwing the rag aside.
“hate the smell of that shit”.
“oh you hate that shit….do you that fucking hurt”, Leo said panting frowning slightly, but there was as much humor as he could muster in his voice.
Pred laughed and turned to the other to, letting the dragon do his thing.
“hes alyours mate”.
“thanks for helping him, Durango was it”, he held out a paw for him to shake, he was use to predator speshies being assholes to him as he was herbivore so it didn’t matter to him if he didn’t.
“and Lizz? You no him from back home…I pitty you”, he said his serios face braking into a smile, his small tail twitched. Something Leo had said to him after the hole tiger instdent had made a small mark.
“It was all well and good being a lone shark, but having friends just might make the hole time in this hell hole werth rembering”.
It had really surprised him how willing Leo had been to making friends with any one he could, even penchungs and herbivores, it had been a refreshing change from the bigots he normaly met these days.
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Dominic nodded and stood up again, stretching for a moment before backing off a bit to let the hare - evidently called Pred (short for Predator? he thought, having heard rumors of such a hare) - clean the wound before he seared it shut. He glanced at the female wolf, then at the male who seemed rather interested in her... and he rolled his eyes. Sure, he sometimes got the "urge," but Jesus, wait until you're in private to do that shit.He pulled out a rag, and put the bottle to it and turn it upside down so it would soak into the cloath.
“il clean his wounds first mate”, he said to the dragon, with a nod.
He suppressed a chuckle. Poor guy. He couldn't really say anything - it probably did hurt like hell. Still, he found himself amused not by Leo's pain but by the fact that Predator had been so sudden that the guy hadn't been ready. Still fresh, maybe. Hopefully that shock phase didn't extend to the battlefield... Or maybe it did since he'd gotten that nasty gash--think of something nice”, he said to Leo.
“think of something nice what the fu…..AAGGGGGGHHHHHHH FUCK”
That was when he saw it.
That lighter...
There was a mark on it, a war mask... Dragon Fighter.
He'd heard of such people, years before, perhaps centuries since Dominic himself had never had a personal experience with one. They were partly responsible for the decline in the dragon population, the near extermination of his kind. For a moment, his red eyes went cold, the pupils turning to slits, his instincts momentarily throwing his adrenaline into overdrive. This wolf... a Dragon Fighter?
Suddenly his rage was gone.
No... No way. If this guy was a Dragon Fighter he wouldn't have been wounded so easily by some enemy crawler. Besides... The dragons had declared that, even though many of them were still angry with their enemies, they also found themselves at fault for the preceding war. After that, they unofficially forgave the Dragon Fighters, and sunk into seclusion. Rumor had it that their former enemies had also gone underground, perhaps even went extinct. Evidently their remains were still being blown around, since Leo had one of their signature zippos.
His red eyes, now calm, went back to Predator.“there I think that be as about as good as were going to get it”, pred said standing up and throwing the rag aside.
“hate the smell of that shit”.
"Huh... Oh... .... Jesus what WAS that?"
He could smell it now. Kind of like chloroform with the kick of pure alcohol. The dragon's nose wrinkled. And he just put that stuff in that wound... Okay, now I'm impressed that he went through with that.
After the hare stood and backed away, Dom nodded and crouched down again, this time on one knee, getting one last look at the gash before he went to work. Satisfied after about thirty seconds, he withdrew his own lighter from a pocket behind the sheath of his knife and lit it.
"Alright, kid. You thought that hurt, you got another thing coming."
Instead of just burning away at the cut with the lighter itself, he held a claw over the flame, careful not to get too close to his actual fingers. His scales were flame-resistant, but fire still burned - a consequence of never being taught how to conjure dragon fire and becoming immune to it. However, his claws conducted heat like metal, and provided a better working surface for searing. Within seconds, the claw glowed bright red, nearly molten.
"Alright... Don't bother thinking of something nice. This'd burn like hell if you thought of the hottest girl alive - naked - sitting on your bed."
And with that, he put a hand on the wound, holding it shut, and touched the top with the hot claw. Almost instantly the flesh sizzled, the blood steaming as he drew the claw downward, the broad side quickly searing the gash closed. It was quick work, and after a couple reheats the gash was cleaned and closed. Satisfied, Diamondback examined his work, then patted Leo on the shoulder.
"Try not to open that up again, mmmkay?"
He winked one of his red eyes, stood up again and--
"... Did you hear that?"
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In a house not far from where the group had settled - in fact, diagonal from the house in which Leo's victim now began to rot, there was a closet.
It was a normal closet - it had a door, and a lock, and was situated in a bedroom wall. This particular closet was big enough for about five people to stand in and two people to lie down in. But it was a strange closet in that it actually had someone in it.
November Saratov, a swan noble with origins across the sea and a family now deceased, lie in the closet, terrified about what may lurk outside but aware that something had happened. Her wrists were bound behind her, and her formerly bright blue dress lay in such a state that it could barely pass as a dress and might be mistaken for a torn sheet. Only ten days ago, the enemy had attacked her home, murdered her mother, father, and three sisters, and taken her hostage. Two hours ago, she had escaped. One hour and fifty minutes ago, she had been recaptured.
And now, as she cried desperately and repeatedly for help, she had no idea who would come, what they would do, and who's side they would be on.
But she couldn't stay here, and obviously no one alive knew where she was.
So it was up to fate to send her in either direction.
(SOMEONE GO OPEN THE CLOSET DOOR!)