I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

They are charging across the Obsidian Beach, devouring the distance between the pack and the group of raiding wolves… when the colorful pup that her mother had maimed suddenly arrives by raft. Skidding to stop, chest heaving from the exertion, fire-filled eyes watch the young one scoff and berate her. The young Leader’s blood boils and she finds she has grown exceeding tired of being told how she should be running her pack and the public humiliation that she has been forced to endure.

The deep, healing wounds on her neck suddenly itch as the pastel girl deposits the body of a bird before her and she fills hate bloom in her breast. Another raider, a boy, steps up beside the girl and deposits another body, showing that the raided resources they had taken were now dead and rotting. Haydée can barely contain the fury that courses hotly though her veins and she turns her piercing emerald eyes to the one who had maimed her mother. They think they can simply turn them away simply because they murdered their chickens? Now, it is the Leader’s turn to scoff.

Frame thrums with pent up aggression, her muscles quivering every now and then as she loudly states, “Prepares you should have done research before stealing something so fragile as chickens. If you had bothered to find out, those fowls were meant to live in Auster weather and not suitable for the conditions up here. The moment you stole them, you doomed them all to death because you did not plan. We traded Avalon for them and we took the time to learn and build a coop and to make sure that the conditions were right before those chicks to be born.”

As she speaks, her gaze sweeps the gathered wolves before turning once more to Flurry, “If your pack had simply asked how to raise chickens we would have helped you. I understand you are guys are all about raids and, while I had expected to be raided, I hope this has been a lesson on how foolish it is to seek resources that you have no idea how to care for. You brought blood to our borders so we will return payment in kind. Since our chickens are dead, we will take whatever livestock you have and, if you don’t have that, then we will take your food. You will not deny us this chance at vengeance.”

Haydée was taking a stand, showing how much she distests the fact that had taken animals they had absolutely no idea how to handle. In her mind, this raid is justified and she will not allow them to try and talk it down. With a sharp cry, she lunges forward, intending to attack Flurry but quickly diverting as Dagrún took the charge on her. Eyes flash with hateful intent as she bares down on the pastel girl, who, in her mind, is the cause of this whole mess. She screams her rage, charging the taller wolf with all the abandon of a blood crazed berserker as she seeks to move straight up to the girl and bite her wherever she can reach.

Blood started this mess, blood will end it.




Haydée vs Siduri for Maim (right hip scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus Steel Bowie Knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Brace/Vest
Companion 1: Male Northern Cardinal, 20" - Flying
Companion 2: Female Fossa, 30" - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard



"Haydée Kedieo"