Band of brothers (V,S)

[Leo]

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.

The War had been going on for 9 months And the Florin's had been doing well progressing back throw Malden, there allies now war torn country. The Florin's had hit back hard and with out warning so they had been able to punch into the enemy lines, but the Karak massive army was regrouping and the Florin advance had been slowing, and now a lot of time had passed land had been taken then retaken and it was clear now that this was not going to be a easy war, This wasn’t going to be a storm throw, this was going to take a lot of blood to win and this town was just another important point on the map that needed to be taken. There were always fresh new solders to fill the spaces that were made and the wolf was another.

He had even shot in anger, but hadn’t really killed yet or notices a kill by him, so 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.

Once this battle was won, there would be a short rest then they would move to the next objective.

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.

[K.A.T]

wait is this the soldier one? could you give a bit more background information so I know when and how to jump in?

[K.A.T]

It was a battlefield. Every where the was destruction, fire, smoke, dead bodies, blood, and all other things related to war. That's what the place looked like now. This is the result of the war between Florin and Karak.

Karak had been advancing and with the intention to stop them, Florin raged war with Karak in Malden. Due to the element of surprise, Florin was able to catch Karak off guard and stall the Karak army, but the enemy lines had many more numbers and were soon regrouping and counter attacking against the Florin army.

Buildings exploded as two blurs ran through the area. One red blur and the other a tan color.

Nimble they dodged a tank bullet as the two ran head long towards the hulking machinery.

The red blur, a male maned wolf anthro shot a look at his companion, a female black-backed jackal and the two nodded as the sped up and each went to a side. Him taking the left and her taking the right.

As they ran, the female, Kiri pulled out her iron chain and then leaped into the air. Twirling her chain she threw it and it latched on to the lid of the compartment and yanked, pulling the lid right off and revealing the driver inside. The male, Arashi, whipped out a grenade and threw it into the cockpit with the driver and then landed on the lid, closing it up and holding it down.

In a few seconds, whilst the driver was screaming and pounding on the lid, an explosion was heard inside. Their job was done, on to the next one.

The two nimbly leaped off as a tank bullet hit the tank they stood on and the machine exploded as the gas tank was hit.

The maned wolf and jackal flew through the air. Arashi pulled out his japanese long sword and made a slash at the tank gun nozzle, slicing the gun point in half. Once again Kiri used her chain to jerk the cockpit lid open but this time Arashi just stabbed the driver with his sword.

The two enemy tanks were done, now onto the small fries.

The two seasoned ninjas ran through at blinding speed as they killed mercilessly. Well Arashi killed and left a trail of blood and bodies behind him with his two swords. Kiri broke bones and immobilized but so far refrained from killing any herself.

Soon the enemy lines were retreating from the large casualties they obtained.

Arashi looked around and noticed many of their own soldiers dead. He turned to Kirk.

"Find stragglers," he commanded and the female jackal nodded her head as she disappeared, her speed carrying her through the destroyed city looking for live soldiers.

She turned a corner and saw the black wolf newbie sitting on the ground, bloodied up and smoking a cig. She landed near the black wolf and held up her hands so he wouldn't be frightened. Leo looked like he just went through hell.

"Hey Leo, hanging in there newbie?" Kiri asked good naturedly as she checked the area for any enemies. One in hiding came out and charged at her only to get his face kicked in with her steel-toed boots and he went flying into rubble.

Kiri turned back to Leo.

"Enemy lines are retreating. Sergeant Arashi is looking for survivors. C'mon," she told him as she threw a ninja star and hit an enemy sniper at the top of a building straight between the eyes.

"Damn Karakies, they're like freaking bugs," she grumbled as her blue eyes scanned the area for any more.

*my two character profiles are in the anthro directory*