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Post by Gray Brother on Oct 22, 2013 22:57:50 GMT
(OOC: Cool, Akela, what you said about your attack reminds me of something I read from the Call of the Wild, I think, as a kid!)
Gay Brother was caught off guard. He should have known that his pack leader wouldn't pull his punches, should have been prepared for the incredibly convincing act Akela put on. But when he heard the words of banishment—something every loyal young wolf feared—the tannish-colored canine wanted to put his tail between his legs and beg for mercy, even if he knew what his elderly friend intoned wasn't true.
So when the old wolf lunged forward and snapped, the only thing that saved the adolescent hunter from a broken or torn leg was the glow of the Orb. For whatever reason, just feeling it's presence at his back eased Rama's son's mind enough to avoid being severely injured by his pack leader. He had enough wits left about him to spring just out of reach, being lighter than his not-really-former-packmate. This left Akela and Taraha even further apart than where they had started.
Without meaning to, the slender male felt memories, perhaps influenced by the presence of the Virtue, flood into his mind—moonlit talks and teachings with the scruffy wolf before him, looking up at Akela as a pup and thinking of how big and impressive he looked, the respect he had for the Free People's chief.
The last thing Gray Brotherhad ever wanted to do was fight with Akela. But he couldn't be Gray Brother, Rama and Raksha's son, brother to the man-cub Mowgli, loyal hunter of the Seeonee Wolves. He had to play the part of Taraha—resentful traitor, outcast of the Free People, member of the Forces of Evil.
I might as well impress him with my acting skills, He thought dryly, and pinned his ears flat to his skull, pinching the flesh around his muzzle in an ugly snarl, widening his eyes and lifting his hackles in an intimidating bristle. The younger quadruped stalked slowly to the right of Akela in a wide berth, prepared to circle him.
"Your words mean nothing to me anymore, old one! I chose my own fate—to be free of your 'Free People', free of the disgrace you've brought upon the Pack. Tell me, you've been so long in the company of the man-cub...do you fight like him?" Forcing out the word 'fight' with all the anger and disgust he could growl, Taraha snapped his jaws menacingly, saliva flashing through the air.
In wolf fighting, this was the first stage—circling, looking for an opening, trying to throw your opponent off with words and feints and lunges.
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Post by Shan Yu on Oct 22, 2013 23:08:17 GMT
Shan Yu spun to face Mulan when his keen ears detected the sound of feet hitting the dirt behind him just after the whizz of the arrow. His yellow eyes narrowed with all the force of his pent-up wrath when he identified the woman before him in the glow of the accursed Virtue.
It was her. The woman-soldier who had buried his great Hun army in the mountains, disgraced him and robbed him of his victory in front of all of China, killed him with those ridiculous fireworks. "You." Barked the enraged, hulking man.
He just had time to survey the status of his troops: the slender wolf, Gray Brother, was facing off against a much older, darker wolf not far away. The cub Kopa—where was he? The feline-like eyes flitted to a tree that had not been in front of that cleft in the wall before. He always made it a point to memorize his surroundings. The prisoner must be stashed away in there for safekeeping, until they were ready to use him. Shere Khan and the huge, formidable bear were being confronted by a small white dog with tall ears. So far they appeared to outnumber the enemy.
So he could afford to give in to his fury. The Orb forgotten, all of Shan Yu's senses zeroed in on the young Chinese warrior before him. With a mighty cry, he lunged forward and swing at her with all of his strength.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 23:47:49 GMT
Quasimodo had felt a bit lost in the shuffle when the fight broke out all around him. First, Mulan went zip-lining off, down into the gorge to face the big, savage looking man, and Akela went charging down into the gorge after a younger wolf. Then, to top it all off, Bolt went charging off to confront the bear and the tiger. The hunchback rolled his eyes at the white dog's foolhardy enthusiasm, and ran off after him, landing beside Bolt with more grace than his misshapen body would suggest possible.
"Two against one isn't a fair fight," he said, brandishing his club. Figuring he had a better chance of surviving against the bear since the tiger looked to be faster, and hoping Bolt could hold his own against one opponent, he pointed his club at the bear. "You and me, ugly. Give me your best shot."
Misshapen and lumpy though his body might be, he was far more agile than he looked, and far stronger. But he knew he would have to be extra careful to avoid the bear's claws.
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Post by Mulan on Oct 22, 2013 23:49:20 GMT
Mulan noted that her intervention had sorta worked. At least the villains didn't have the Virtue as a main focus but neither did they. She was sure that the lion cub was a prisoner. If only he could have gotten free, but she couldn't focus on her surroundings as Shan Yu had just lunged at her with his sword. She put her own sword up to block it, which barely worked as the impact sent her flying back onto the ground. At this rate she only had minutes in a one on one fight with him, although something just lit up inside her as, for some reason, she was feeling hope and bravery. It was probably what Yen Sid said about being near one of those Virtues and Mulan felt a new confidence that she could stand her own against Shan. She quickly stood up with a smirk and pointed her blade at him. "For China!" she shouted, and ran at Shan Yu, swinging her sword and just missing his arm.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 23:57:01 GMT
Shere Khan would have preferred to face off against one of the humans, but the female was already ready to fight Shan Yu. A single glance suggested that trying to go after the female would draw the ire of the big Hun. While such a fight might prove to be quite entertaining, now was neither the time nor place for such a thing. And he was close enough to overhear Akela invoke the ritualistic banishment of Taraha from the pack. It seemed like the young wolf was telling the truth, after all.
Before he could take off and have a go at the very oddly-shaped man holding a club, a white dog leaped down to challenge himself and Redeyes. When the dog snarled a challenge at them, the big tiger merely clapped his paws together in mock appreciation of the dog's bravery and prowess in battle. "Oh, bravo! Bravo! So tell me, slave of man, how many have you killed? How many of these magnificent creatures, and, ah, machines have died fighting you?"
His eyes glanced over at the malformed man briefly as it landed beside the dog and challenged Redeyes. Oh well. He could settle for killing one of Man's slaves if he was going to be denied an actual Man.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 0:26:34 GMT
(OOC: Ah, so you got the reference! I really liked that book.)
Akela noted with pride the way Grey Brother rallied his will, even under the dreaded banishment he had just endured, even if he would know it was no more real than his allegiance to the villains. And now, it began. The wolf way of fighting. No stranger to it all, Akela circled warily, head held low, muscles loose and relaxed, but ready to send him leaping in any direction, eyes, ears, and nose all focused on the young wolf before him. Son of Rama, valiant wolf, steel yourself for what must come.
"And how free are you, you who is barely away from your mother's milk, under the paw of Shere Khan? How much do you have to beg to be given the scraps from his kills?" he snarled in return, a low snarl still thrumming from his throat as he circled. "I was hunting and killing all along the banks of the Seonee River while you were still a fat puppy, content to chase grasshoppers, though they were fiercer than you."
His words were thick with contempt and scorn, the way he might speak to a fawning jackal, or any other scavenger too weak to seek their own meals.
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Post by Bolt on Oct 23, 2013 1:16:27 GMT
No sooner had Bolt challenged Shere Khan and Redeyes, than Quasimodo had jumped in next to him, and said, "Two against one isn't a fair fight." And so Quasi proceeded to challenge the bear, leaving the tiger to Bolt.
"Thanks Quasimodo. I knew I always had a good feeling about you," Bolt said to him.
Shifting his attention back to his enemies, Bolt had to stifle a laugh at the tiger's comeback. "Mockery? Really? That's the best you can do, cat?" the White Shepherd shot back coolly. "I've heard better comebacks from dead fish! Besides, this is not a question of kills. This is a question of who falls first."
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Post by Shan Yu on Oct 23, 2013 1:29:11 GMT
Before Shan Yu could end his opponent with a quick stab downward, a light seemed to dawn in Mulan's eyes, like she'd found new hope, and the woman warrior rose back to her feet. The Hun barely had time to sidestep as the brave maiden slashed towards his arm.
A headachy sort of pain throbbed behind Shan Yu's eyes, just enough to unfocus him, and a strange fire seemed to roll under his skin and through his limbs sleepily, like one feels when feverish. The effects of that cursed ball of light up on the cliff ledge?
With another fierce battle cry, Shan Yu pretended to swipe with his sword, but stopped at the last second, instead aiming a kick at the young girl. If his foot connected and she went flying back, he would turn and climb up the cliff face; it was time to see what that Orb could do when touched by a Force of Evil. He could always get his revenge in a more leisurely manner; make Mulan beg for mercy and bow to him as her superior before he killed her.
If, somehow, the smaller woman managed to block or dodge his kick, he would try to disarm her with an overhead slash, dispatch her quickly, and then go and get the Orb. Pity to waste the savory revenge he'd been planning so quickly, but death was death, and if he wanted power as he had had over the Hun Army, acquiring this mystical Virtue was the first step.
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Post by Gray Brother on Oct 23, 2013 1:56:19 GMT
(OOC: I think I read that book ten times when I was a kid. For whatever reason, Sol-leks was always my favorite.)
Gray Brother speedily imagined what a hate-fueled, angry rogue would say and do. It wasn't difficult—the stories Raksha had told him of one outcasted wolf before his time helped. There were also rumors of Akela's old Pack, run by vicious, unjust wolves.
Pretending to be overcome by fury and set off by the insults, Gray Brother lunged forward—not far enough to harm Akela or for the old wolf to reach him—and bristled even harder, hackles standing straight up and fur making tuft spikes along his spine, eyes wide with fake rage. "Shut up, you old coarse-coat! At least I am not the one who is so afraid of his pack's own weakness that he would adopt a scrawny man-cub into his ranks! You dishonor the Free People with your addled decisions. Shere Khan knows the proper place for Man. He is my ally, and more worthy of followers than you have ever been. Your pack cannot stand against him, even if you throw every wolf at his claws."
Taraha now curved his black lips in what he hoped was a devilish grin and circled closer. His heart ached with every word—he knew that he did not mean them, and was sure that no truth could be found in Akela's own harsh tauntings, but guilt still welled within him. They're just empty words. They don't mean anything. Akela knows that. The slender teenage wolf wrinkled his nose in further distaste and took back up the game of wits. He knew he couldn't hope to sound as good as the aging pack leader, but this show of force, this brutal conversation, was all a show the two wolves were putting on to convince the Forces of Good of his loyalties—to prove that he had no further ties to his 'old' pack.
"You think your age will help you against me? You've gotten slow! You may not have fallen in the hunt yet, but falling in battle, against a younger, stronger wolf?" He rippled out a mocking laugh, surprised at how convincing it sounded. Better add some ambitions in there to show the Villains my 'motivation'. "This will be your last challenge, Akela. I've been waiting a long time for this. Once you're gone, I will lead the pack to restore their honor under the Forces of Evil!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 2:17:51 GMT
(OOC: I always liked that guy, too.)
Akela let a cold, completely disdainful expression cross his face. The young wolf was playing his game well. If Akela hadn't known him from birth, he'd have almost been convinced of his sincerity. But, game though it was, he still hated it. He wasn't a cruel wolf, or a harsh leader. Strict, at times, but never unjust. But he kept the cold mask in place.
"And who did the mighty Shere Khan follow into the gorge, but a Man? And you think it was weakness that allowed the Seonee to accept a Man-cub into out pack? No, for who but the strongest could do so?" he retorted. Suddenly, he whirled to face Taraha, bristling as his muscles tightened. "Many are the kills of Akela. Many are the battles the Lone Wolf fought. And you are a fool if you believe you are ready to face my fangs, pup."
He paused for just a moment, readying himself for a full fight. "Now, guard yourself for true!" he snarled, leaping forward at full speed, fangs slashing at Grey Brother's face before he leaped to the side and lunged again, aiming for the area just behind the younger wolf's shoulder. If his fangs struck true, they'd bury themselves in the muscles and tendons that controlled the leg's movement.
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