Walk | Talk | Think (( Technically went over the three-day limit by a full day with this one but Dee agreed to give me an extra day so I should be alright as far as keeping it within the allotted time goes? Wanna confirm that for me, Dee? )) Kylar seemed more prepared than Rune gave him credit for being. Rather than stare stupidly and tense in preparation for the attack, the dark colored wolf moved forward to meet him, the momentum with which he threw himself forward going into that left shoulder he aimed to hit Rune with square in the chest. There was not enough time to react, not enough time to evade, and the grey wolf practically missed the maneuver in his blind rage until he felt the contact. It momentarily stole the breath from his lungs, startled him with the suddenness of it, and caused him to dig in more forcefully with his hind legs, his body lowering slightly further into a crouch, to keep his footing upon the slick earth. But the feel of his teeth sinking into flesh, even if it was not the face of his father as he had intended, spurred him on. Ears tucked tightly against his head, lips still drawn back with a growl and his pale eyes narrowed darkly, Rune settled himself squarely into his crouch, shoulders rolling up and forward to gather the skin and fur there as he pressed against the earth with his forepaws and braced himself with his hind legs. He aimed to draw back, releasing the bite he had made to the dark wolf's shoulder to try again for the frontal attack he had intended from the start, but Kylar had already taken measures against it. Rune had just started to shift his weight back, to attempt to align himself again with his father, when he felt his father's bite connect to the upper portion of his neck, closing around skin and fur closer to his skull and slightly off center from where it had been intended to land. Pain lanced from the punctures but the location of the bite, along the sensitive side of his neck, sent adrenaline into his veins, adding a new sort of desperation to his motives and actions. With his choices and movements limited by his father's grip, Rune dug in with his hind legs and propelled his full weight forward against his father's chest, angling his shoulders so that the brunt of his forward momentum would be behind his own left shoulder and come slightly at an angle toward Kylar's right as he aimed to connect with the center of his father's chest. His tail remained extended, moving with him to keep what balance he possessed, though the scooping motion of his father's paw managed to steal some of it away as he attempted to keep his footing after his forward movement. With his parted jaws searching once again, Rune attempted to bite Kylar's shoulder, aiming now closer to the base of his father's neck at a slightly upward angle. RUNE vs KYLAR For Possession of Amarant and Colten of Secretua I II III

ooc;; yup! we both seemed to have misread the time or something, I thought mouse had another day even though it was the last day so no problem giving her the extra day <3 NOTE: Dee did a booboo, tried to copy format for fight on my phone to write my new post and ended up posting my new post overtop of my second post. LUCKILY iPhone saved me. Saf and Mouse know about this. sorry!!! Rage coursed through his veins, everything was alive and burning as though his heart was pumping battery acid. Vaguely his one track mind would take in the woosh of air as it left Rune?s lungs, vaguely he would feel pain blossom across his own chest as they connected more solidly then Kylar could have hoped. Moderate bruising would already begin to blossom along the center of his chest but Kylar kept his breath, having already expelled his air in preparation for the impact. Irrationality clawed at the edges of his mind, tempting him as it tried to take control but not this time. Unlike any other fight before there were stakes here, lives on the line and a promise to be kept. So his mind would stay unclouded by emotion, each movement calm and calculated despite the numbness that had begun to spread through his body. It was all almost too much, but there would be a time later for a mental break down, time to mourn afterwards. Heat and pain would alert him to Rune?s teeth sinking into the heavy flesh of his shoulder, but if he felt it he showed no sign. Teeth punctured deeply, seeming to sink into nothing more then butter and immediately pressing into muscle. Shoulder would slacken, attempting to lessen the tension around the invading canines to prevent more damage then they had already done. It was a moderate wound, one he knew would be followed by scars and deep tissue bruising around where his incisors had gone deeper. Rune would attempt to move back next, releasing his hold and trying to gain some distance. Kylar wanted him close. Teeth would meet their intended target, grasping the base of Rune?s skull. Blood would begin to trickle into his mouth and all at once the irrationally began to slither closer. Rune tried to move back further then lunge forward again and Kylar would attempt to hunker down, joints loosening and neck muscles tensing to try and make himself as motionless as possible. Rune?s chest would hit Kylar?s own, the damage minimal due to their close quarters but thanks to the bruising that had already begun to form there pain flared across his chest again. He would not let go, he had worked and bled for this hold and he had no intention of releasing it unless he took Rune?s spine with him. Jaw muscles tensed, attempting to dig fangs as deeply into flesh as possible before he would attempt to begin shaking. Head would be thrown back and forth as violently as possible in their close quarters. He wished to do maximum damage, trying to rip and tear flesh and muscle. Rune?s teeth would find their mark, but as soon as Kylar began to feel pressure the massive male would attempt to swing his hips around to his right and try to make Rune?s hold harder. He would attempt to put them perpendicular to each other, at a T shape with Kylar still grasping at Rune?s neck. At the same time he would coil his haunches and attempt to push his weight forward. He would try and force Rune down to the ground, as an added measure the massive male would lift his right paw to try and drape it across Rune?s back just behind his shoulders to add even more downwards pressure. All the while defenses would remain immaculately in place. His stance was widened, weight shifted slightly to his right to try to add as much pressure as possible while joints loosened to lower his center of gravity and accommodate his tripod stance. Toes would splay and nails clenched heavily into the ground to try and stop any backwards pressure from forcing him off balance. Neck was arched and chin was tipped down, protecting his throat, shoulders rolled forward to gather as much loose skin and fat as possible around his ruff. Hackles would remain raised, lifted to add any extra height and cushioning he could gather from them. Abdomen was tucked, spine arched to gather all his core strength to aid him. Tail was straightened, aligned with his spin to act as a rudder and help manage his balance to the best of his abilities. Ears were pinned to his skull, flattened against his thick scruff. Lips pulled back in a snarl to gather excess flesh around already narrowed eyes. KYLAR VS.RUNE For Amarant and Colten of Secretua ONE TWO THREE WORDS HERE

Walk | Talk | Think His leap forward connected, though the close space between them, ensured by his father's grip against his neck, hardly allowed for the same force as their first collision. Still, Rune felt his own chest, bruised and sore from just moments ago, ache against the new pressure he put upon himself, and he hoped his father felt something of the same. Ignoring it - made possible by adrenaline and desperation - Rune quickly returned himself to a stable, squared stance after his leap, paws firmly planting themselves upon the ground, body still lowered into a defensive crouch with muscles tensed and ready to act and tail extended as it added to his balance. The pain came as a burning flash upon his neck near the base of his skull as Kylar began to shake his head, his teeth which had dug in and punctured deep into the skin now beginning to rip and tear with each movement of his muzzle. Rune's ears pinned more tightly against his head, the growl within his chest rumbling more loudly in response. Somehow through the movement, his own bite had managed to find its mark, and Rune gripped as strongly as he could in his attempt to use the bite as a stabilizer against his father's violent attack. It did nothing to eliminate the pain, which still burned through his rage, but he hoped to at least minimize as much damage to himself as he could with it while simultaneously inflicting as much damage upon Kylar as he could with the pressure of his bite. Almost at the same time, he felt his father pull against his grip, felt him turn his body in such a way that placed more strain upon his own hold and drew them more perpendicular to each other. In answer, Rune attempted to mimic the motion, aiming to swing his own hips to the right and realign himself into the same position he had had relative to his father as before. He had only managed a step, almost a second, before he noticed Kylar beginning to press downward, using his advanced size and a paw placed against his son's back in order to bear down on the smaller grey wolf. Rune dug his paws more firmly into the ground, willing its slick surface not to give out beneath him despite the weather that worked against him, and braced himself against the force of the darkly colored kidnapper. Just as Kylar pressed into him, he pressed back, refusing to give ground and straining against his downward force as he kept his neck low and shoulders hunched to keep as much fur and loose skin gathered there about his neck as possible. Only keeping that stance was difficult. Kylar had a far greater mass working with his strength that Rune was not large enough to hold up on his own, and if he kept up his current position any longer he was sure his grip on the slippery ground was going to give out beneath him. In a last ditch effort to save himself from falling, he quickly tried to fold his hind legs and drop his back end into a seated position, hoping that the sudden slope to his back would allow his father's paw to slide away and alleviate some of the downward pressure he was feeling. Still keeping his shoulders drawn forward and braced, his forepaws still splayed to provide as much support as could be drawn from the rain-slicked earth, at the same time that he moved to lower his hind end he released his bite on Kylar's shoulder to try another. He attempted to yank his head as far to the left as he could despite Kylar's grip, jaws gaping, lips curled and eyes narrowed protectively, and tried a forceful grab at the side of his father's neck, his bite directed toward the base where it connected to his shoulders. RUNE vs KYLAR For Possession of Amarant and Colten of Secretua I II III

ooc;; LAST ROUND <3 thanks for the fight mouse and best of luck! We agreed to ask Lunar to judge!!! thanks babe! The pain was the worst across his breast bone, hot and pulsating beneath his flesh even though they had only struck each other moments ago. The extra bump Rune pressed against the tender flesh just forced the pain closer to the surface but did little to add to his current injury. But that was the least of his worries, Rune?s teeth would latch squarely onto the base of Kylar?s neck, just above his shoulder and teeth would sink into tender flesh. His attempt to change their positioning to each other would be thwarted, Rune dancing along with Kylar as he attempted to spin and reposition them to no avail. All the while Kylar would continue to thrash and shake his skull, feeling the vibrations of his own attack through Rune?s grip on his lower neck. He felt his own skin rip and tear beneath the grey male?s teeth but would not cease. All at once Kylar?s heavy paw would slap down on Rune?s back and Rune?s hind end would collapse to the ground. Kylar?s paw would slide uselessly down, claws coming through rain slickened black stripe but doing no damage. He would attempt to slam his paw down as soon as possible so he could once again put his weight on all four paws. Rune?s teeth would release their earlier hold and then immediately seek another on the side of Kylar?s neck. It was too close to his artery? As soon as Kylar felt teeth release his neck Kylar would finally release his grip on Rune, leaning back onto haunches and praying his paws would not slip out from beneath him. Rune?s teeth would miss their intended mark and instead hit his chest, teeth scraping painfully against bone as Kylar felt flesh separate from his general mass. It was enough to scar and due to blood vessels being close to the surface of his skin there blood would immediately rush from his chest. But he had no time for that, Kylar?s haunches would attempt to unfurl at the exact moment, pushing himself forward in the muck and attempting to shove his chest as heavily against Rune?s nose and teeth as possible. Hoping to snap his neck back and cause some whiplash at least and maybe even bowl over his seated advisory at best. At the same time his skull would snake to his right, jaws flashing as teeth attempted to find a hold on the right side of Rune?s upper neck just behind his cheek bone, trying to latch upper incisors along Rune?s spine and lower incisors on the ridge of Rune?s throat. All the while defenses would remain immaculately in place. His stance was widened, weight shifted slightly forward to try to add as much pressure as possible while joints loosened to lower his center of gravity and keep him stable. Toes would splay and nails clenched heavily into the ground to try and stop any backwards pressure from forcing him off balance. Neck was arched and chin was tipped down, protecting his throat, shoulders rolled forward to gather as much loose skin and fat as possible around his ruff. Hackles would remain raised, lifted to add any extra height and cushioning he could gather from them. Abdomen was tucked, spine arched to gather all his core strength to aid him. Tail was straightened, aligned with his spin to act as a rudder and help manage his balance to the best of his abilities. Ears were pinned to his skull, flattened against his thick scruff. Lips pulled back in a snarl to gather excess flesh around already narrowed eyes. KYLAR VS.RUNE For Amarant and Colten of Secretua ONE TWO THREE WORDS HERE

RUNE vs KYLAR for POSESSION OF COLTEN AND AMARANT Round 1 RUNE: 8 for clarity: Your last paragraph was quite confusing, it was a bit hard to understand. ?...aiming to land close before the would-be kidnapper though slightly off center and more aligned to Kylar's left shoulder, and turned his head to attack the left side of his father's face.? Its a little drawn on and its easy to lose what you are trying to do. I would watch your wording a bit and try to be more concrete about your movements. ?His shoulders remained tensed, slightly hunched, and his narrowed blue eyes stared through a snarling face as he attempted to snap up and across his father's muzzle and close to his left eye, intending to tear skin and flesh there with his top fangs and across his chin and jaw with his bottom ones.? There is a lot going on there, and the way that you described the bite is a little hard to understand. I get the jist of it, but it still leaves me questioning it. -2 8 for powerplaying. ?......leaping forward to get close to his opponent as he reached his parting jaws at Kylar." - 2 You have to give your opponent the option to move, as well as reaching out towards him needs to be attempted. If both moves were attempted, it would have been fine 6 for defences. eyes narrowed, lips snarling, chin tucked, hackles raised, claws dug into earth, shoulders rolled 3 for attack. bite to the face +3 10 for injuries.First round Round one RUNE Total: 35/50 KYLAR: 10 for clarity: 10 for powerplaying. 10 for defences. legs spread, weight made up for trip attempt, toes splayed, claws dug into earth, neck arched, chin tucked to chest, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, tail aligned with spine, ears pinned 5 for attack. +1 for shoulder check, +3 for bite to the neck, +1 for trip attempt 10 for injuries. minor puncture wounds on right shoulder Round one KYLAR Total: 45/50 Round 2 RUNE: 6 for clarity: ?Pain lanced from the punctures but the location of the bite...? How severe was the bite? -1 ?...when he felt his father's bite connect to the upper portion of his neck, closing around skin and fur closer to his skull...? What side of the neck was bitten? -1 ?It momentarily stole the breath from his lungs, startled him with the suddenness of it...? Did it bruise? How badly? An attack that is hard enough to take the breath from his lungs would be a moderate chest bruise. -1 ?Rune attempted to bite Kylar's shoulder...? What shoulder? -1 10 for powerplaying. None seen 6 for defences. Weight shifting to catch balance, ears pinned, lips snarling, eyes narrowed, shoulders rolled, tail aligned with spine 4 for attack. +1 for shoulder check, +3 for bite to shoulder 7 for injuries. Moderate puncture wounds on left side of the neck, close to the skull. (decided by judge) -2 Moderate bruising to the front of the chest -1 (decided by judge) Round two RUNE Total: 33/50 KYLAR: 7 for clarity: ?...teeth sinking into the heavy flesh of his shoulder...? What shoulder? -1 ? Rune?s teeth would find their mark, but as soon as Kylar began to feel pressure the massive male would attempt to swing his hips...? Where did they bite into? How hard? -1 ?Jaw muscles tensed, attempting to dig fangs as deeply into flesh as possible before he would attempt to begin shaking. Head would be thrown back and forth as violently as possible in their close quarters.? There is a lot of conditional in that attack, if Rune was able to break free from the attack the severity wouldn't matter. -1 10 for powerplaying. None seen 10 for defences. muscles tightened, weight shifted to make up for tripod stance, toes spread, claws dug into earth, neck arched, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, tail aligned with spine, ears pinned 4 for attack. +3 for grip attempt, points docked for conditional, +1 for knock down attempt, 7 for injuries. moderate bruising to the center of the chest -1 moderate lacerations on right? shoulder -2 Round two KYLAR Total: 38/50 Round 3 RUNE: 8 for clarity: ?...his own bite had managed to find its mark, and Rune gripped as strongly as he could in his attempt to use the bite as a stabilizer against his father's violent attack.? Where did the bite land? How severe? -1, ?...punctured deep into the skin now beginning to rip and tear with each movement of his muzzle.? Again, how severe is the bite and tearing? -1 10 for powerplaying. None seen 7 for defences. weight balanced, muscles tense, tail aligning with spine, ears pinned, claws dug into earth, neck lowered, shoulders rolled 5 for attack. +4 for grip attempt, +1 for bite to neck 6 for injuries. Severe laceration wounds on left side of the neck, close to the skull. (decided by judge) -3 Moderate bruising to the front of the chest -1 (decided by judge) Round three RUNE Total: 36/50 KYLAR: 7 for clarity: ?Rune?s teeth would latch squarely onto the base of Kylar?s neck, just above his shoulder and teeth would sink into tender flesh.? How severe is this wound? -1 ? Rune?s teeth would release their earlier hold and then immediately seek another on the side of Kylar?s neck.? You already stated this attack landed. -1 ?Rune?s teeth would miss their intended mark and instead hit his chest, teeth scraping painfully against bone as Kylar felt flesh separate from his general mass.? You already stated that the bite landed on his neck, but now they have misses and bit into his chest? -1 10 for powerplaying. None seen 10 for defences. weight evenly distributed, muscles tightened, toes spread, claws dug into earth, neck arched, chin tucked, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, tail aligned with spine, ears pinned 4 for attack. +1 for jab to the nose, lost points from attack landing confusion, +3 for bite to upper neck and attempted hold 6 for injuries. moderate bruising to the center of the chest -1 Severe lacerations on right? shoulder -3 Round three KYLAR Total: 37/50 Totals: RUNE: 104/150 KYLAR: 120/150 And the winner is... Kylar! Rune must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Amarant and Colten now belong to Kylar and and freed from Secretua ranks. Damage: RUNE : Severe lacerations on side of neck will take 3 OOC weeks to fully heal and will scar, bruising to the chest will fade in 2 OOC weeks. KYLAR : Bruising to the chest will fade in 2 OOC weeks, severe lacerations on shoulder will take 3 OOC weeks to fully heal and will scar. Notes: Tips for both writing, and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here) Notes For Mouser Watch your clarity points, you lost a lot of points not stating how severe wounds were, as well as not specifying attack areas. And add more defences in! Its a super easy 10 points there, and that is what killed you here. If you are looking for a list of defences, I will be more than happy to provide you with them. Also go for more varied attacks, and remember that you are allowed 3 attempted attacks per post, ie: ramming, bite, and then a trip. For Dee Same thing with not stating the severity of wounds. You were really specific in your first post which was awesome, but then you just lost it. Also watch the confusion about attacks landing, and also on conditionals. Otherwise, good fight you two! - By [Evelyn]

His supposed grandfather and uncle would depart but he didn't notice or care. A familiar pale shadow slipped in, her soft voice pitying them both. But he had no time to react to her sympathy as his brother lashed out. Harsh words would echo in his soul, puling his ears back tighter and causing his body to shrink down against the earth. His eyes pleaded with his brother to understand, but his brother continued to rain down hell on him. I hate you. The words cut so deep they would force the air from his lungs, his eyes widened in disbelief. No. His brother couldn't hate him. He had been gone but surely he didn't deserve his brothers hatred. Vision blurred with unshed tears and he spun, tearing from the den without another world. He would rush into the rain, almost immediately becoming soaked just in time to see his uncle back away from the larger brute. Confusion swept over him, their blood tainted the air and tensions ran high. His gaze would flicker back and forth between them, not understanding why they had been fighting. He stood, tail drooping useless between his legs, ears pulled back and his head hung nearly to the ground. His grandfathers words echoed in his mind. His mother wanted this stranger to take care of him and his brother. Was this why they were fighting? Was his uncle trying to prevent them from being ripped from their home, the one thing that was left in this world that they both knew. With each drop of rain that struck his skin, his young heart would become encased on a icy tomb, forever to remain locked away from the world, from the heartache and pain that could only ensue from here. Speech,

Walk | Talk | Think Kylar was quick, damn him. He pulled himself from the attack before Rune could get his jaws around the side of his neck and instead reared back enough for his chest to fall in line of his son's opened jaws instead. Rune let his teeth sink into their new target, feeling the flesh give way beneath them as he closed his jaws sharply. Not enough. Not nearly enough. He had wanted to turn the tables, to get a hold on his father like his father had on him, and having not succeeded only fueled his burning rage. The larger male pushed forward towards him once again, his father's extra mass driving the grey wolf back. He felt himself lean, precariously at first, until all semblance of balance was lost and from his seated position he was driven to the muddy ground, his nephew's kidnapper poised above him. Paws kicked out, hoping to strike at his attacker, but even as he curved his neck, bared his teeth with a heavy grown, Kylar had already found his grip. Rune felt his father's jaws close around the side of his neck, pinching his airway and making it hard for him to breath. Great, this was not the position that he wanted to be in. He thrashed, fought, anything he could think to try and loosen his father's grip but to no avail. He was not letting go, and Rune could feel the fight leaving him the longer he kept his hold. His body was growing weak, his thoughts lightheaded and foggy, and though the voice within his mind still urged him to fight, to rise and win for the kids, his strength was dwindling by the second. Pathetically he struggled until his vision went blank, his thoughts quieted, and he quit fighting as he passed out within the mud of the Gulley. -Rune is now unconscious-

The dark form of her nephew raged against her touch, whirling and screaming and Alamea pulled back a frown creasing her brow and rose orbs dropping. Colten left the den and Alamea watched him go, offering what little comfort she could with a small sad smile. The white woman stayed for a few moment?s longer, watching her nephew before lifting herself again and leaving the den with a sigh. What greeted her beyond the den was chaos. Colten stood not far from the entrance and Alamea saw her mate falter. It all jumped into clarity. "No." She breathed, in one quick move she placed herself in front of her nephew her small frame blocking him from the monster before her. Rune was going down and the small white woman?s posture was shifting, her tail tucking and ears pinning back. She shrunk before the man that stood over the unmoving form of her mate, lips pulled back to reveal fangs and yet her eyes only showed fear. "No!" She yelled, all too aware of her position. Despite the fear she had willingly moved herself into block him from the boys. "You- You?re a monster!" What sort of a man was he to claim he loved and cared for the boys and in the same breath rip them forcefully from the only home they knew? "Speech," Goodness Gracious great balls of fire, thank you Fox!

Everyone would leave, finally. But did he really want everyone to leave? He had driven everyone out. As Chaos erupted outside, Amarant wouldn't move. He didn't care. Everything was almost drowned out. Aunt Alamea screaming at Kylar, none of it was heard. The bridge of his nose would move itself across the bottom of Maia's chin, hoping that she would respond and push back into him. Tears still flooded from his eyes. "Please, come back." He would quietly breath through shut fangs. Even though he wanted to go with Kylar, he wasn't willing to leave yet. They would either have to grab him by the scruff and drag him, or wait until he was too exhausted to fight back. He didn't want to be here to be reminded of Maia everyday. Imagine her watching him and Colten running around in the valley, sleep in the den that she wouldn't be in anymore. Even looking at Uncle Rune would remind him of her. He didn't want it. Walk "Talk" Think