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Sawyer

The bloom that had spread across his maw grew wider at Ludo's words and he gave a dark chuckle. "Like the Romans my friend? Or were the Romans more like us?" He took his massive form over to the fallen fem to shove her to her feet but Ludo already had taken to dragging the scared female. It was no skin off of his nose so he trotted noislessly alongside Ludo. It didn't take too long and Sawyer's feet hit the densite grounds. He gave Ludo a knowing smile and howled his baritone calling the pack. "Come." it called with a promise of fun. More than likely the dogs didn't understand the language of the howl. Dog howling was....different. Not as complex for one thing and the subtle nuances were a thing one learned from birth.

Orange eyes found Stark and he moved toward the shamed. "Omgea..." Sawyer said with a grin. "We have a chore for you." And he looked back to the female dog who was with Ludo and then back to Stark. A charming grin upon his maw. The wolves would gather in a circle so no escape could be made and watch the bloodbath begin. If he balked he would pay, if he killed her right off and didn't play the game he would pay. Tough choices but when one plays with wolves...

Pin looked between both wolves, getting nervous about how he said her death was postponed, and had no choice but to be dragged off, wondering what the howl the other wolf made meant.

Stark heard the name of the last greek alphabet and turned. He heard the word chore, and noticed how Sawyer's eyes shifted to Penilla. He said casually,"May I guess? Instead of that sir over there killing her... you found it fitting for me to do so? I'd say cruel, but it would be more so if you wanted me to prolong it, which it sounds like you want me to do, since you're calling the others." At least, I think he's calling to the rest of the pack... It hasn't been that long since I've been at the last pack... He spoke respectfully about the others, since, after all, even if he did enjoy being annoying, it would be wiser not to get the other wolves too mad at him.

Sawyer

Sawyer listened to Stark's banter and snorted when he said the word "cruel". But he let him finish his little annoying cadance before speaking. "If you think we are cruel you have joined the wrong pack Omega. Where do you think you are? This is Muerta!" he asked snapping his jaws a hairsbreath from Stark's ear. He circled his massive form around the dog. Sawyer didn't like the tone the mutt was using with him ever so casual as it was. "Now Omega, you have a choice. Either preform this task set to you to help prove your loyalty or you shall become the entertainment. Understood?"

Maybe it was his frusterations with Akiko and his want to prove to Akira that he was worth her sister's attention. Whatever the reason, Sawyer was slowly loosing patience with this one and his jaws were sorely tempted to find their way to his neck and use it for a chew toy. His orange eyes narrowed and pillars stopped. "Shall we?" he baritone came and then his trademark grin bloomed across his maw.

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Pin felt herself let down on the ground, and she scrambled to her feet, noticing that he was preventing her escape. She looked back at Stark, who was staring at her, and asked, "What's going on?" She looked around again. Then, noticing a gleam in her cousin's eyes, she questioned, "Stark...?"

Stark was looking at her cousin, wondering how she'd react to this. If these wolves wanted a show, they'd get one. He realized Pin still didn't really realize what was happening by her questioning. Running his tongue in front of his teeth, he started to walk in a circle towards his cousin. He kept his eyes on her, ignoring the wolves around him... unless they were to attack him. He kept reminding himself, it was her fault for not being strong enough to handle all this... Dying out here, though, would probably be a mercy instead of continuing life as a human's dog, so...

"Well..." he started. The next second, he was launched into the air, aimed at her. He reminded himself he had to put on a show, though, so instead of attacking her directly, he waited until he was over her, his hind legs curled against his body. Then, they kicked out, claws digging in momentarily, propelling himself into the air once more, while his momentum and force caused Pin to fall to the ground.

She originally thought Stark was goign to answer her question- it sounded like he was going to! But before she could react, he was coming down on her, using her like a stepping block to climb into the air again. She couldn't take the force, and stumbled, yelping when his claws cut her back. Struggling to her feet, she watched her cousin, unsure if she should attack him.

Stark shifted his body weight and silently landed on the dirt. He took note of her confusion, but refused to allow any emotions come to surface. Maybe she should vaugly explain, or not say anything? or... let his actions speak their story... He had to admit... fighting like this again brought back some good memories. Perhaps he'd let himself get swamped by them and react those minutes of his life. Pin had never seen this side of him, and it'd bring a shock. He brought his body lower to the ground, in a crouch, wondering how she'd react this time.

Avenged Star
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She looked to her sister, cocking a brow before giving a sarcastic roll of her eyes. Crimson hadn't dealt a single harsh punishment since they'd come to Muerta! But then again, Cheveyo might be right. Silently she thought over it, before turning to her sister with a nod. "Fine, we won't fight with mom again," she said agreeably, "But she's not here now." Her spiked tassel flicked mischeviously. She smirked as her sister asked if she knew where she was going. She vaguely did, for she recognized wolf scents from the distance, but she was certainly no trained tracker.

"Well, we just have to follow the scents," she said with a know-it-all tone, "You knew that, didn't you?" She continued on without waiting for Cheveyo's reply. It was a while before she saw any wolves, but she heard a sudden yelp before anything else. She perked up, giving her sister a quick glance, then ran ahead, excited to see what was going on. She came upon the gathering where the pack adults were gathering. She spotted Ludo and another white brute across the clearing, but glanced to the middle to see two strange-looking canines facing each other, one with the look of death in his eyes. Disgusted by their appearance, she ventured closer. Their colours were unusual, and their ears drooped unnaturally. It sent a chill down her spine. What on earth was the matter with them? Why did they look so strange, so abnormal?

Glancing away, it was then that she noticed Akira and her young at the edge of the clearing. The pups were looking around as if they'd never seen the world. Avenged snickered at the sight of them; she and her siblings had been exposed to the woods long before their time, and were lucky to be alive at all - their smallest brother had not been so lucky. She forced him from her mind and instead watched the pups - her short attention span had allowed her to forget seeking out Ludo for the moment. She just wondered if she could give one of the young ones a scare; it was so tempting.

Perhaps she was a little too daring, but she just couldn't help it. She crept through the undergrowth until she was near the playful, rather unexpecting whelps. Her tail lashed with anticipation as she got closer, grinning as she saw them up close. Akira was nearby, but she'd all but forgotten the Alphaess and the fact she was nearby on guard. Stalking like a cat in the grass, she wiggled her haunches before making a mighty leap into the air, letting out a fearsome, puppish snarl. She came down upon the ground with claws scraping earth, and barked at the other pups, hoping to at least spook them. Then she waited to see how they would react, never contemplating what Akira might have in mind...

Crimson
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The betess had abandoned her unsuccessful training session with her daughters, as the troublemaker Avenged had set an attack upon her, and her sister had loyally followed her into the assassination of their mother. She had been on the hunt for a while now, and had begun to chase down a young female elk who had strayed from its mother. Within the mountain terrain, there was no knowing when the territory would suddenly drop off into a terrifying cliff, and the inexperienced elk had uknowingly come to a dead end. Crimson moved in for the kill, and it was not long before the young elk saw its end.

Licking the blood from her lips, releasing her hold on the throat, she perked up at the sound of a howl. It seemed that somebody was summoning the pack, though it did not seem urgent. The howl sounded more amused than anything, and she wondered what was going on. She began dragging her prey back towards the mainlands. When she was close enough, she heard a yelp, and dropped the prey, curiousity flowing through her more than anything. She rushed toward the gathering, and came right up beside Ludo, Ireland on his other side. She could already see what was going on, as Stark circled Pin, so she did not ask.

However, something stirred within her mind, and she wondered if this was all for the best. Entertaining, yes, but what if something could be made out of the cowardly femme? She had show some sort of endurance when Crimson had confronted the both of them, not backing down in the face of threat. She clawed the ground restlessly. She wanted all the help she could get avenging her dead son. She could not hope to face Hamara alone, though their numbers were small. She wanted to anihilate them, torture them for the suffering they had put her son through, and she herself. Every day she lived with the hidden pain of her son's death, and it would never go forgotten, not until she saw their blood spilt, enough to amount for her own loss.

Crimson Star
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She looked to her mate as Ludo asked if she was alright, and where the whelps had gone. "I'm fine," she said, dismissing her thoughts for the moment, "The pups... I sent them to practice with each other." She shifted closer to Ludo, and continued watching the beginning battle very intently, noting that Pin had some fight in her after all. It was a little bit surprising, considering she had seemed so fearful and dependant upon her cousin. But perhaps she had been learning things from him all along, keeping it hidden until the moment depended on it. It was all very interesting, captivating her attention - that was, until she heard the sudden, furious snarl of Akira. Crimson leapt to her paws, figuring an intruder had strode too close to her new litter. She would be at the defense of her Lady and the royal children in a heartbeat.

However, from across the clearing she could already see what had caused such a violent reaction - her own daughter, Avenged! She shot a half-worried, half-infuriated look at Ludo, for she knew of Akira's unforgiving nature and temper, but she knew this was the fault of their daughter. "So much for them paying my word any mind.." she muttered. Crimson rushed across the clearing to where Akira was reprimanding the child, but she did not intervene. She was not going to defy her Alphaess, but she still worried for her child's safety. She did not know what to do, so for now she merely watched. If it came down to it, she would do what was necessary to spare Avenged's life, but her daughter would never hear or feel the end of it if her place in the pack was compromised.

Avenged Star
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A snarl much more terrifying than her own entered her auds, and she turned too late to see that the Alphaess was flying towards her. All she could do was yelp in terror as Akira's weight came down on her, breath tearing from her lungs as she was slammed into the ground. Her paws flew upward, hinds pressing against Akira's chest, forepaws lightly touching her muzzle. "No, no!" she cried, fear making her voice tremble; this was possibly more frightening than any punishment she'd ever endured from Crimson. "Please! I just..." she couldn't find anything to justify what she'd done, "Please let me go! I promise I'll never go near them again!"

She glanced over to the whelps. Sure, it had been amusing to watch them all cry out in fear, but it certainly did not seem worth it now that their mother was defending them. She glared at them, wondering if she would ever get back at them, but feeling that was rather hopeless with Akira around. Then, suddenly, the appearance of her mother made her heart beat even more rapidly. Was she going to help her, or make this punishment even worse? But Crimson wasn't doing anything! Had she hoped for something like this to happen all along? Her eyes pleaded with her mother for help, but when it did not come, her only chance for mercy lay with Akira. She looked back up at the Alphaess, fear re-entering her eyes as she looked up into fierce, amber pools. Would she ever let her go, or had she met her life's end so soon?

There was a great amount of excitment that could be felt among the six of them. Damkira was watching her mother, the amber eyes that were just as alive as her siblings were locked onto the devil before her. The black tassle behind her wagged slowly as she watched her mother growl at their attacker. "Get her momma!" She felt her claws dig into the ground and a broad smile spread quickly across her maw. "Guys, what do you think she's going to do! I think she should rip out her throat, and make her bleed all over the ground..." She felt the excitment well up inside of her and she looked back at her mother with eagerness.



Killian wasn't as thrilled as his sister. He was behind the five of them watching softly from the back. He looked down at his own paws, they were oversized and made him clumsy. His brother Odin stood closer to him and he sighed a little and sat down. He didn't want to be right in front like Damkira seemed to like. She was so into the mess that female had created. He slightly shook his head and then brought his body down and laid his head on his paws. Was something wrong with him?

Daenerys

The snarl had scared them all and rightfully so, none of them had expected it. She came to the gathering of her siblings just in time to hear Damkira's excited voice come to her ears. Her sister was so much like her mother despite her coloration. Daenery's herself was more like her aunt. In fact she was almost an exact replica except for the fact that she would be a tad larger when full grown. Sapphire eyes blazed as she watched her mother take down the older pup. "Hmph, serves them right." she said to no one in particular before moving up next to Damkira. "Oh mother won't rip her throat out." She said in her puppy soprano "But I doubt she will let her go without giving her something to remember her by." She let a small laugh escape her lips and shook her snowy coat before turning to look at her brothers. She gave them a wag of her whip and wondered where there father was. She would have to ask Mother. She remembered the scent but that was all and wondered what strong King was their sire. Shaking the thought from her puppy mind she bounded over to Killian and shoved him playfully noting his subdued demenor. "You okay?" she whispered.

Damkira looked at her sister Daenerys. "Yeah, but you never know. She could kill her. Just for the heck of it! It'd be sweet to watch though!" Her eyes shifted back to her mother and she watched her with intent in her own eyes to kill. The dark amber orbs were alive with light, they reflected the flecks of light bouncing from her mother's canines and other deadly teeth that were pointed at the fem. Her black tassle still swung with excitment but her auds caught the words of her sister and she looked back at Killian. He was acting strange. With the little kindness she felt she smiled at him as he looked at her, but her excitment took back over and she looked back at her mother and the best action ever...

Killian growled at his sister when she came over and swatted him. "I just don't feel good again" he said softly. Keeping his head on his paws, watching her from the corner of his eye. He took a deep breath and brough himself up to a sitting postion. "I'm hungry too..." he said looking at her. "And since mom's busy, this sucks" Killian didn't get hungry often. He was the sick one of the litter, the one that wasn't supposed to survive. "And I wanted to go out and see more, but now, since that stupid wolf decided to scare us" he felt his anger boil up and it made him slightly dizzy as he sat there. He felt his body sway back and forth a little but he ignored it. It was natural for him. When he got into fights with his siblings in the den he would get sick when he got too pumped up and that's the same thing that happened now.

Akira
Another snarl erupted through her chasm when Avenged deemed it fit to throw a glare at her children. She noted the approach of several wolves, Crimson being one of them. But Akira knew Crimson would not interfere and paid her no mind. Crimson knew her place but apparently her pup did not, something she would surely regret in the next few moments. The young wolfess begged to be spared but Akira was not a merciful sort of vix and she kept her heated glare on the wench. True she was young, all the better to teach her a lesson now.

Looking down on her she stepped off but still stood over her, and it would be foolish if Avenged would pose with anything but a submissive posture right now. "Do not come near my children again. " She snarled, teeth snapping inches away from her face. Then stepping back she clamped her jowls on Avenged's flank and with a powerful rush of anger dragged the fem a by just turning her body towards her mother. While she did not bite to maim she bit hard enough for blood. Eyes met Crimson with a steady gaze. It was her duty to make sure that nothing like this would happen again from one of her children.

Turning her back away she looked once more to her children, her gaze lingering on Killian. While she had thought he would've died in the first phases of life. Then her eyes flicked to the others. They were well enough. Laying back down once more it was strangely casual as if nothing just happened.

Avenged Star
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The whelpess remained pinned, ears pressed against her skull as the Queen snarled yet again in her face. She did not meet Akira's gaze, but periodically looked over her facial features, trying to get a picture of whether she was getting another chance, or if this was the end. Then at last she stepped off of her, and Avenged took in a deep breath, coughing a bit from the impact now that she could breathe. But she did not move, keeping put on her back with her head turned, eyes flicking back to Akira only when she spoke. She nodded vigorously to show she understood, and she refused to argue with the Queen, though deep down she did wonder if she would ever train with the six younglings. When they got bigger, that was.

She was caught off-guard as Akira suddenly dug her fangs into her side, teeth digging deep enough to draw blood, and she let out a high-pitched yelp. She felt her body being dragged about, and landed in front of her mother, who looked down upon her with a smoldering look, though shame showed through in her folded back ears. Avenged lowered her head for several moments, then sat up and moved closer to Crimson. But there was no sympathy, and she quickly felt teeth digging into her scruff, and her paws dragged on the ground as she got carried away like a little newborn. Sighing, she did nothing, and awaited to see what Crimson had in store.

Crimson Star
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The betess watched callously as Akira dealt a swift and memorable punishment to her daughter for her thoughtless actions. She did not pity the girl for her fresh injury, for she should have known better than to just think she could do as she pleased; especially around the Alphaess. Before Akira was done with Avenged, Crimson's nose twitched to a familiar scent. She could smell Cheveyo. The girl was lucky she had not joined her sister this time. As Avenged was dragged toward her, Crimson caught the look that Akira shot her, and nodded her head. She needed to keep her pups better disciplined than this. As her daughter moved toward her, she stepped up and sank her fangs into the pup's scruff, and lifted her like she were some newborn. Embarassing for a pup of several months to be carried around by mommy, but that was her problem now.

Crimson lightly flicked her tail against Ludo's shoulder, glancing to his haunting yellow eyes, "Cheveyo is hiding nearby," she mumbled through clumps of fur, "We'd better keep an eye on her too, though she seems to have a little more sense than this one." She looked back down at Avenged and shook her head. She motioned with her head that she was going back to the ring where Stark and Penilla still fought. They needn't miss out on it because their daughter had misbehaved. Once she arrived at she and Ludo's original spot, she put Avenged down and quickly shoved her to the ground with a hefty forepaw, claws pressing lightly against her ribs. "After this, there will be hell to pay," she murmured to her daughter. She, and Cheveyo who had joined in the double attack earlier, would pay in strenuous training programs, and her teeth would be at their heels like a whip to a slave's back if they did not perform to her liking.

Penilla was sent to the ground, but managed to keep her forelegs under her so she was able to quickly get back up. Then she heard a yelp, and she glanced to the side before rolling to the side, just as Stark landed in the space she had occupied just moments before. Standing up, she lept upwards when he dived at her, and was at the peak of her jump, ready to fall back down upon him when her eyes widdened in surprise.

Stark saw Pin jump into the air after his attack and couldn't suppress a smirk. It was a bad mistake... on her part. This little action showed his tainted heart as he was caught up in the fight, cousin or not, despite how he acted earlier. He, too, lept upwards, and saw her surpise as she was started to fall back down by gravity's influence. He twisted his body into a back flip, limbs raking at Pin's body, claws tearing into the flesh around her legs, under her muzzle, and stomach- anywhere he could reach.

As the blood dripped on him, he ignored it as he pushed against her with his hind legs so she wouldn't fall on him. As he landed, he spun around, looking at her condition. She had landed on her feet, but a second later had droppe dto the ground. She wasn't bleeding to death quite yet; he made sure not to cut too deeply. Still, she was bleeding quite a bit. Enough to delay her reactions. A gleam was in his eyes, perhaps somewhat comparable to the look in a professional gunman's eyes when aiming for a target. Calculating, sharp, and deadly.