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  1. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    Without warning, fire began to rain down.

    The anxious conversations of the cubs were cut short, and the adults' attention was seized, as lasers began to pour from the skies, ripping through huts and slaying several wolves where they stood. Smoke and screaming filled the air.

    The triangular warships remained in a low orbit, but from their hangars a swarm of metallic beasts had emerged. These foul droids breathed fire from their mouths, and they were rapidly descending towards the village. They resembled enormous iron angels of death, and as they came closer it could be seen that each one was mounted by a snarling Togorian warrior.

    "For the Pack!" bellowed Akula, now armed with a glimmering shield and an enormous rifle. His villagers answered him with a defiant howl. Rama was quickly distributing the rest of the weaponry among the male wolves, and they prepared to make their stand.

    The women hurriedly ushered the cubs out of the southern village entrance, and into the dark depths of the jungle. The battle cries of the males pierced their ears as they ran.

    "Follow me!" shouted Raksha.

    She picked up the crying Ecko in one easy movement and carried him in her arms, charging ahead through the trees with the instinctual grace of a huntress. The smallest wolves also had to be carried, and Bakara and Elora both found themselves with baby cubs in their arms as they ran. Gallia was close behind, her eyes widening as she looked over her shoulder at the flames from the burning village. Vic tripped over a tree root as he went, muja fruit still grasped in one hand, but Sara was there to help him up, and they caught up with the others. Elisthia was next of the man cubs, glancing back with worry at her sister Mischa, who was struggling to keep up at the rear...

    As the group frantically rushed towards the southern fields, the sounds of war rang out behind them. The commanding baritone of Akula. The earth-shaking boom as the Togorian mounts began landing. Blasterfire. Explosions. Shouts of pain. Of struggle.

    And amidst it all, a single, mighty roar.

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  2. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

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    Apr 24, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan
    Despite their rather desperate situation, Elisthia derived a small amount of comfort from the sound of Akula?s voice?as long as she could hear him, it meant the chief was still alive, still fighting. That, and it gave her something else to focus on, away from the shouts and howls cut short all too suddenly by the hailfire of lasers. She didn?t want to think about how many wolves would die tonight on account of her and her brothers and sisters, and silently prayed that her father wouldn?t be among them. But even Akula?s commanding voice could not drown out the deafening roar that reached her ears, splitting the night air. Sheer terror ripped through her--was it him?

    As she raced after her mother and siblings, she could feel the tremors in the ground as the Togorian droids landed in the village. Ahead of her, she saw Gallia look back, and Elisthia could just see the reflection of flames in her eyes. The village was burning. Even if they survived the night?the odds of which were still questionable?they probably wouldn?t be able to go back. Where would they go? What would happen to them? Tears stung her eyes as she glanced back, fear turning to concern as she saw Mischa a ways behind her, trying to keep up. Elisthia slowed her pace just a bit, letting Mischa catch up to her, then took the younger girl?s hand and ran along with her towards the southern fields.

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  3. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

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    Gallia Tern
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    Gallia was shocked from her argument by the appearance of arcing flames, hurtling towards the ground. Earth gave way to craters, and the homes of wolf families were torn apart by the onslaught. The noise was deafening, even at the distance they were from the village. With widened eyes, Gallia began running, while still looking over her shoulders. She was too enthralled, to look away. She must be imagining the terrible sights and sounds.

    But, in her heart, she knew, that this was not a conjuration of her mind, as she so hoped. This was real, and, as she had foreseen, people were dying. She could hear it; feel it; smell it. That was the worst feeling of all, she could smell burning flesh on the air. It was the flesh of her adopted kinsman, the flesh of wolves. Then, the flames; devilish and disgustingly beautiful, that they were, licking against the straw, grass and wood.

    Gallia was suddenly no longer running. She was turned, stopped, staring back at her former home. The deaths were agonizingly painful, and they built upon each other, topped, overall, by the pain of Rama?s death. Because, she didn?t see it, individually, but she knew, that her father was slaughtered with her clan. Tears that Gallia couldn?t feel, were trickling down her face.

    Around her, Vic and Sara passed, followed close by Elisthia. It took Mischa stumbling past her, to break the haunting reverie. Gee unsuccessfully tried to blink away her pain. She wiped the tears, leaving her eyes puffy and reddened. Gallia shook herself, and hurried after her siblings, in a dulled stupor.

    In the jungle, the darkness was absolute.

    Tag: Xany, Winged, Man Cubs
  4. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Vic, Child of Hades
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    For all his arrogant bravado, you didn't have to tell Vic twice to start running when explosions started to go off. He was off in an instant, still grasping his precious muja fruit as he began to realize that his siblings had been right, they probably wouldn't be seeing their village again. He turned back one last time, and noticed Rama was distributing weapons to the other adult men in the pack. Vic was smart enough, and just old enough, to know what was about to happen.

    "Goodbye, old man," he whispered. He realized at this moment that he probably loved his father, despite all the backtalk Vic had provided over the years. There was a slight dampness on his cheek that he wiped away.

    In retrospect, when Vic had time to think about everything that had transpired, this distraction was probably the single greatest contributing factor to why he had tripped. At the time, though, all he knew was that he felt something bump his left foot and then had that peculiar, momentarily weightless sensation of free-fall before he smacked the ground, somehow managing to hang on to his fruit. Vic, when all was said and done, was not about to let a perfectly good muja go to waste.

    He only had a few moments to realize he was on the ground before he felt someone helping him up. Sara, to be more specific. "Thanks, sis," he he managed, as he got back to his feet, "Now let's get back to the others." With that, he was off once again.

    He managed a nibble on his fruit along the way. He had the strangest sensation that he was going to need to make this one last.

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  5. SirakRomar Force Ghost

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    Mar 30, 2007
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    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan


    Holding Ekka, the youngling in her arms she pressed the other cubs face close to her breast, as the rain of fire came from the warships. She didn´t need to calculate numbers to know, that this was too much for them. The fire-breathing mounts fell from the sky and she heard the roaring, the scremas and fire. "Everything is ok, little one." She whispered to the wolfcub at her breast. "Everything is fine."



    Then a single roar echoed through the night. Louder than all others. She turned her head, seeing the burning village behind her. Some of her family, and family they were ,had stumbled, watched or had simply been to slow. She waited. They were all she had now.


    The end of your world as you have known it.


    Smells and sounds filled the air she had never before seen or heard. Something in her stayed walking. Tears were not allowed to flow from her eyes, as she felt the death spread throguh the jungle. Not the roaring sound of rage was it was frightened her. It was the cold whisper of death accompanying him.


    "I´ll look after you. I´ll protect you." She whispered to the crying cub. It were no words of comfort. It was an oath. Anybody who wanted to get this little cub from her would need to kill her first. Speeding up, she tried to keep the pace next to their mother.


    Why hadn´t they heard. Why hadn´t they just cooperated. Why hadn´t they saved themselves by betraying them? She would have found a way. And even if not.


    "We did this. They have come for us. We should not stay with you, mother. We endanger you all." She whispered to her mother. Begging her to be left. Begging her to take the burden of responsibility from her shoulders.


    Tag: Winged, others
  6. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

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    Apr 24, 2004
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    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan
    She could no longer hear Akula?then again, she couldn?t really hear anything between the noise of the battle behind her and the growing distance between her and the village?but Elisthia finally forced herself to accept the likelihood of what she had been fervently hoping against: that her father, and possibly the chief, had fallen along with the others who?d stayed to fight. Swiping at tears with her free hand, she squeezed Mischa?s hand in the other as they continued to follow the rest of their family.

    Just ahead of them, she heard Elora speaking to their mother. "We did this. They have come for us. We should not stay with you, mother. We endanger you all."

    Isn?t it a little late for this discussion? ?Elora, it doesn?t matter,? Elisthia told her sister, not raising her voice, but keeping her tone firm. ?Shere Khan will kill the pack just for sheltering us. As far as he?s concerned, they?re all traitors. Whether we?re here or not is no longer relevant.?

    She paused for a moment, catching her breath before continuing. ?If leaving would spare the pack, I?d go in a heartbeat. But if it was really that simple, Akula would have sent us on our way as soon as he saw those ships. He would never have risked the lives of half the pack if he?d had any other option. ?And if our leaving would have saved them that, then every single wolf who died back there trying to protect us died for nothing.? Elisthia didn?t like to say it, but she felt that the point needed to be made.

    Tag: Sirak, Xan, everyone
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  7. SirakRomar Force Ghost

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    Mar 30, 2007
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    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    She didn´t had her answer form her mother, as Elisthia behind her spoke up. She hadn´t seen her nearing them. And hadn´t realized she had been heard saying these things.

    ?Elora, it doesn?t matter,? Elisthia told her, not even raising her voice. ?Shere Khan will kill the pack just for sheltering us. As far as he?s concerned, they?re all traitors. Whether we?re here or not is no longer relevant.?
    Elora shook her head, but knew that it was futile. She was not fearful enough to tell herself Elisthia was wrong. She knew her sister was absolutely right.
    ?If leaving would spare the pack, I?d go in a heartbeat. But if it was really that simple, Akula would have sent us on our way as soon as he saw those ships. He would never have risked the lives of half the pack if he?d had any other option. ?And if our leaving would have saved them that, then every single wolf who died back there trying to protect us died for nothing.?

    Shaking her head now, she couldn´t find the voice to resist the argument. An urge in her wanted to make her sister shut up and something inside of her was also thankful for spelling out what was unthinkable for her. The roars of battle still came echoing across the jungle. the world seemed to die itself. In fire and noise.
    "But . . . we could . . .!" She tried to insist on something they could do. Anything they could do. She wanted to change things. To make them better.

    But there was nothing she could say. Realizing again she had a young cub in her arms she held the little one tighter to her chest. And turned away from both her mother and sister. "We should be going then. Faster." She only whispered and finally couldn´t hold her tears anymore.

    She tried not to look at the fire, or her breathen. She tried to look into the darkness of the jungle. Reflecting the darkness of her hopeless thoughts. Silent now, she followed her mothers lead.

    But where could they possibly hide. When an army as deadly and dedicated as this one was on their tracks.

    Tag: JediMasterAnne, Winged, anybody else

  8. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    One moment, relative calm; the next, fire and screams. Mischa did her best to keep up with the Pack as they ran, but she was tiring rapidly. Too big to be carried, as Ecko was; too small to keep up with the adults and the rest. Even Vic and Sara outstripped her easily. Panic seized her; what if she got left behind? What would happen to her then?

    Amidst the confusion she saw Elisthia, up ahead, look back and slow down. Mischa had never been so grateful. She took her sister's outstretched hand and, stumbling a little, kept running to the southern fields. Elisthia squeezed her hand; Mischa was dimly aware that she was talking, and so was Elora, but all her energy was devoted to putting one foot after another.

    That, and trying not to think about the destruction behind them, about the fighting in the village - about how the males of the Pack were fighting, and possibly dying, for them.

    TAG: Anne, Sirak, all
  9. Hammurabi Force Ghost

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    Jan 14, 2007
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    Sara Kharatyan, daughter of Dionysus
    The Jungle Alderaan

    As though on queue, explosions erupted in the village behind them. Sara didn?t look back. She didn?t look back she knew what was going on, had seen it coming; she didn?t look back also because of the guilt she felt. It was beginning to dawn on her that this attack didn?t just mark the end of things for her and her siblings, but the end for the whole village. Things wouldn?t be the same for anyone involved in their upbringing. Shere Khan didn?t have much of a capacity for mercy, and she didn?t like to think about what would happen to those that survived.

    But she sure as hell wasn?t going back, so she pushed ahead, helped to pull up her brother Vic as he fell down. He staggered to his feet, and the two of them hurried forward, keeping pace with the rest of the pack. If she was lucky (and determined), she?d make it through the night. And there would be time for grief later.

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  10. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Bakara, Child of Hephaestus
    The Jungles of Alderaan

    It was the roar that caught him; that blood-curdling cutting through the forest around him. Bakara stumbled, almost forgetting the wolf cub he carried. He landed hard on his shoulder, wincing as he felt skin tear beneath his shirt. A scratch, nothing more, but enough to hurt.

    But now he was bleeding. Though no longer a boy, Bakara couldn't help but think of the old legends: Shere Kahn could smell fear; Shere Kahn, hunter king; Shere Kahn, scourge of the galaxy. This was the one who wanted him dead, who wanted his family dead. Bile rose in his throat, but he swallowed it back, still strong, for now, at least.

    Bakara pushed himself to his feet with his free hand and realized his head was pounding. His vision was blurred, from what, he was unsure. He saw shapes running before him, and followed them, hearing his sisters' voices.

    Will this night never end?

    Tag: Winged, Xan, Sirak, Anne
  11. SirakRomar Force Ghost

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    Mar 30, 2007
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    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    She finally realized Mischa was standing right next to them. And wiped her tears from her face. Forcing to smil,e holding the little cub tight to her chest she looked down to her little sister and tried to look otimistic. Thank to the gods, she didn´t seemed to have heard her argument with her sister.

    Looking back, she forced herself to concentrate on her pack instead of the burning village and roaring sounds of doom. Bakara stumbled after them. Stumbled as if something has hit his head.

    "Bakara! Are you okay?" She almost shouted and waited for her brother to catch up.

    Tag: Peng, Xan, Anne, Winged or anybody else neaby
  12. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    The fleeing group hurried through the trees, and the wind and the air played cruel tricks on them. The man cubs heard growling in their ears, and felt heat on the back of their necks. The jungle floor itself seemed to shift and stretch, and though most of the children had run across this ground dozens of times before, they felt disorientated and uncertain, as if they were running through the jungle for the first time in their lives.

    "The fields are close!" cried Raksha from the front, glancing over her shoulder with eyes like emerald moons in the darkness. "Almost there!"

    She steadied Ecko in her arms and sprinted onwards, with several of the female huntresses falling in line behind her. Sara and Vic were next, managing to keep pace, and then Elisthia holding Mischa's hand, with Gallia close behind. Then came the remainder of the adult women, and several of the cubs.

    Elora was next, clutching a baby tightly, tears still on her cheeks after her pleading to her mother and her brief argument with her sister. She was slowing down slightly, waiting for Bakara to catch up- he had injured himself, and was now the one trailing behind the others, still carrying a cub in his arms, blood trickling beneath his shirt.

    The cries of battle seemed distant and faded now, and that was possibly due to the fact that they were further away from the village.

    Or it could be that the battle had already come to a close.

    And as they continued to run, the group became aware of a low, thudding noise behind them. Many of them glanced around, and saw nothing but darkness, and yet the noise seemed to grow. Within the space of three chilling seconds it came closer and closer and closer and closer, and louder and louder and louder and louder until it was so close and so loud that it seemed to be directly upon them, and suddenly a snarling Togorian warrior burst out from the shadows behind them, surging forth with predatory speed.

    He was quicker than any of them, and caught up with terrifying ease. Without warning or hesitation, he leapt onto the nearest man cub- Bakara. He knocked away the little wolf that Bakara had been carrying, and plunged a mouth full of fangs towards the man cub's face.

    Tag: Peng, all

  13. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

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    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Gallia Tern
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    Gallia could hear a chorus of terrible thudding following her. She could feel their hate, and knew that it was Shere Khan?s men. Gallia was terrified and intrigued, and curiosity got the better of her. She slowed and looked back, just in time to see Bakara taken down by some snarling beast of a Togorian. She was dumbstruck; stopped dead.

    Gallia glanced around looking for a rock. She found one, sharp on one end and dulled on the other. It was the perfect weapon, for the circumstance. Gallia flew back to where Elora was holding the cub. She didn?t trust herself not to accidentally kill Bakara. And, she knew that Elora wouldn?t miss.

    Gallia held up the rock, in front of Elora?s face, and busted out, ?Help Bakara. Give me the wolf.? Gallia pulled the baby animal, who was gasping heavily, from Elora, and handed her the makeshift weapon. Gee said again, ?Help him, Elora! That Togorian is going to kill Bakara!? She turned and sprinted away, not at all inconvenienced by her burden. Gallia was the fastest of the man cubs, and she could?ve caught up with the group in seconds, but she couldn?t, either. She stopped.

    Gallia turned again, to watch her sister and her brother. She knew that if they didn?t escape soon, there would be none, at all. Gallia was horribly captivated; she was sick. But, she couldn?t bring herself to look away, or to run.

    Tag: Peng, Sirak
  14. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Bakara, Child of Hephaestus
    The Jungles of Alderaan

    Hearing Elora call his name, Bakara glanced upward, trying to blink away the tunnel vision. Raksha cried out, "The fields are close!"

    The man cub's breathing was haggard; he heard a steady pounding, dismissing it, trying to catch up. It's your own heart, he thought, and in that moment Bakara nearly laughed aloud, hearing the snarling warrior too late.

    He fell again, hard, slammed to the forest floor by the weight of the Togorian who clawed at him. The cub was knocked away, and Bakara cried out, "No!"

    Suddenly the jaws came, snapping at his face. Bakara pushed at the beast's chest, began to strike at the neck with as much strength as he could, but to no avail. In a panic, he began to thrash about as the jaws snapped ever closer to his face. He could feel the claws tearing his shirt to shreds, could feel them cutting into him, and then he felt the jaws close on his right cheekbone.

    White hot pain shot through the boy's body, every nerve on fire as the Togorian mauled him. Bakara screamed in terror, feeling liquid on his face and realizing it was his own blood.

    Tag: Sirak, Winged
  15. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Vic, Son of Hades
    Into the Jungle, Alderaan

    The sound of battle seemed to be closing in a bit too rapidly. Bakara's yell confirmed what, by then, Vic already suspected, although he had not yet turned around.

    "No!"

    Sure enough, when Vic glanced behind him, Bakara was being savagely assaulted by a Togorian. He froze in his tracks. Fear, perhaps? This was certainly an unfamiliar sensation, whatever it was. Nonetheless, Bakara was in trouble. His brother was in trouble. He shoved his muja fruit into Sara's hands, and decided that it was time to demonstrate just why he was called Vicious.

    With an almost primal roar, he lept at the attacking Togorian. "Get your filthy claws off of him!"

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  16. SirakRomar Force Ghost

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    Mar 30, 2007
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    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    She waited for her brother to catch up, when it happened. She felt the rage of the attack a second before it came. The Togorian bursted out of the woods and brought Bakara down.

    And everything around her began to slow down. The split-second she widened her eyes and stared at the dreaded beast in shock passed and it was Gallia´s voice that brought her up. ?Help Bakara. Give me the wolf.? And Gallia ripped the cub from her arms, holding her a sharp fist-sized stone. Her hand took it immediately. Not waiting for her brain to give the command. And the whole situation became clear. A deadly, disturbing clearity. Bakara would die. Ripped apart by the Togorian soldier and then . . . they would all be killed by him. ?Help him, Elora! That Togorian is going to kill Bakara!?

    Her eyes closed, in gratefulness for the weapon and concentration. Everything became so terrible slow. When they opened again, her body already moved.

    Before her sister finished she had turned and charged towards her brother in need. The stone in her right fist, her feet whirling over the ground, her eyes fixed on the massive frame of the Togorian. His huge head leaning towards Bakara, his teeth parting to come together again only to taste her brothers flesh. She wouldn´t allow it.

    She ignored every lesson her father had given her about fighting. No intimidating screams. No roaring. No solid stand. No defense. She wouldn´t fight against the Togorian. She would kill him. No warning sound would escape her mouth. He would never see her coming.

    Bakara, Bakara!

    The first step was followed by second, a faster third and a final fourth. Every single move seemed like an eternity. Vic shouted something. The beast snarled as it neared Bakara´s face. And she felt her body leap into the air, her arm above her head to bring it down with all strength she could wield. The sharp stone in her hand. There would be one strike. Only one. It would kill the thing or her brother would be lost. On the highest point of her flight she began to strike down, aiming for the Togorians throat. Where no skulls protected his skin, where every wound would be fatal.

    And suddenly the world returned to normal speed. Seemed to become even faster. And her body ended the attack. The strike hurled towards it´s target with every bit of power she could bring into it. And her heartbeat made the world a symphony of drums.

    Die, beast. Die.


    Tag: Nick, Peng, Ramza, All Others and Winged (for the result)
  17. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    Almost there. Mischa swallowed and tried to spur herself on, to run faster... almost there, almost there, then she could stop and rest. It was odd: she had run this route before, but it had never seemed so long. She gripped Elisthia's hand tightly.

    The sounds of battle had faded, replaced by an odd sort of thudding. Rather like drums - or even a heartbeat - and it was getting louder - and then the thudding resolved itself into a loud snarl, and Mischa whirled just in time to see a huge Togorian warrior leap out of the shadows and onto her eldest brother.

    Time seemed to stand still. It was as if reality couldn't quite believe what was happening, either.

    Then, abruptly, several things happened at once.

    Vic leapt for their brother. Behind her, Elora raised a fist-sized stone, Gallia having taken the cub she was carrying. And Mischa screamed, "Bakara!" and tried to lunge for him as well - but Elisthia was still holding her hand - Mischa did her best to wrench free. It was crazy, and she didn't know what she was going to do exactly, but she had to help him!

    TAG: Anne, all
  18. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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    OOC: First off, I just want to say I've been really pleased with the posting quality thus far. You're all doing a very good job, so keep it up! We're approaching the climax of Chapter One.



    Within the Jungle, Alderaan


    The Togorian raised his head in triumph, blood and flesh dripping from his jaws as Bakara writhed in agony beneath him. But Man cubs are a a courageous (if impulsive) breed, and they rushed to help their wounded brother.

    Vic was first, diving in with a roar and a battle cry, and he shoved the warrior off of Bakara, placing one hand around his neck and one around his arm, wrestling the beast to the ground. Barely a moment later, and Elora executed her own attack with perfect grace, power and accuracy, aided by a violent surge of adrenaline. The sharp stone flew downwards from her hand towards the pinned Togorian, heading directly for the monster's throat.

    But the Togorian was a soldier, and now an angry one, which is even more dangerous. He twisted his body so that the stone struck him in the shoulder. Blood spurted, but the wound was not fatal. The warrior roared, and roughly threw Vic away, hurling him with considerable force into a tree. He sprung onto his feet, snarling as he quickly looked around for the source of the stone attack. His eyes fell upon Elora immediately, but also on Gallia in the distance, and Sara, but most of all Mischa, who was breaking away from Elisthia's grip to run towards her wounded brother...

    The Togorian roared, and leapt towards the girl, talons outstretched-

    Only to be met in mid-air by Raksha.

    The pair tumbled to the ground, and Raksha immediately began biting, gouging, clawing and kicking. First among the huntresses, fiercest wolf in the Pack, in younger days she had acquired the nickname of Demon. The Togorian who currently struggled beneath her vicious frenzy would probably have agreed that this was a fitting title.

    A few seconds later, the Mother of the Man cubs got to her feet, and tossed away the little that remained of her opponent.

    "My son..." she whispered, tears in her emerald eyes as she approached Bakara's body. The boy was missing substantial portions of his face. He was disfigured beyond recognition. "My poor child."

    The rest of the group had gathered now, including Ecko, who had been unceremoniously dropped by Raksha as soon as she spotted the danger. There was a brief silence.

    "We must move," said one of the other huntresses, gently nudging her leader. Raksha simply nodded, and gathered up Bakara in her arms with a mother's care. She ran ahead to lead them, and the group continued on their path towards the southern fields.

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  19. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Vic, Son of Hades
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    Vic had only a few moments to revel in his successful take down of a full-sized Togorian warrior before he realized he was hurtling through the air. Fortunately, this discomfort was only momentary, as it was less than a second before he ran smack dab into a tree. He groaned as he felt the length of his spine collide with the solid, old wood.

    He landed smack on his face and was stunned just long enough to miss the rest of the battle.

    When he came to, Bakara was in their mother's arms, presumably alive but clearly in a great deal of pain. Trotting back over to Sara, he caught a glimpse of what had happened to Bakara's face. He was nearly sick to his stomach.

    "I'm so stupid..." he muttered, snatching back his muja fruit from Sara's arms unceremoniously. "Dammit..."

    He took a bite out of the fruit, red juice dribbling down his chin. Something about the flavor was off. He wiped away the juice and noticed there was still a trickle of dark red liquid. It was nothing. Nothing important.

    He started off again, being sure to make sure Sara was following, and double checking on Ecko, if only for reassurance. He had failed one sibling this evening. No more.

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  20. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    Sep 12, 2002
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    I really like the group we have, too. It's great how we're all playing siblings like siblings. :D


    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    It took Mischa a couple of seconds to break Elisthia's grip. In hindsight, those couple of seconds probably saved her life. Because Vic had already tried to wrestle the Togorian off Bakara, and Elora had already thrown her stone, and now the Togorian was angry. In that short span of time it took Mischa to get free, the Togorian threw Vic off into a tree and, ignoring Elora's stone, leapt for her -

    A true Shistavanen huntress, fully grown and blooded, would have roared or dodged or done something to defend herself. But Mischa was a thirteen-year-old girl, and she froze.

    Thankfully, Raksha was not. In a blur of speed, her mother intercepted the Togorian in mid-air; both tumbled to the ground, claws and teeth flashing.
    Mischa flinched.
    The Togorian struggled, but it was no contest: Raksha was the fiercest huntress in the Pack, and those were her children in danger. In a few seconds, it was all over; Mother tossed aside what remained of the Togorian and went to Bakara.

    A sense of unreality had descended upon Mischa. This ... couldn't be happening. Bakara was her brother, the one who had smiled at her and protected her and taken care of her - he couldn't be lying there on the ground, blood all over his face. Any moment now he was going to get up, and smile, and say that everything was going to be alright -

    "We must move," said one of the other huntresses, gently nudging Mother. Surely Bakara was going to get up now... but he didn't. Mother only nodded. She bent down to pick Bakara up, and that was when Mischa realised he wasn't going to be alright after all. Her vision blurred as she turned to follow the others again, and when she swiped at her face, she noticed she was crying.

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  21. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
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    Bakara, Child of Hephaestus
    The Jungles of Alderaan

    Bakara slipped in and out of consciousness

    blood everywhere

    no pain, just cold

    HIS FACE WAS GONE

    just cold

    "where am I"

    slashes along his torso

    "what happened"

    blood

    HIS FACE WAS GONE

    "help me"

    the pain was coming back

    screaming

    HIS FACE WAS GONE

    "please help me"

    and still blood

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  22. Hammurabi Force Ghost

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    Jan 14, 2007
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    Sara Kharatyan, daughter of Dionysus
    The Jungle Alderaan


    Things were happening faster than Sara wanted them to. One of the attackers was catching up with them, and suddenly it was on Bakara. A couple of her siblings moved to help him, but the thought handn?t crossed Sara?s mind. How could any of them - or all of them, for that matter - prove any sort of match for this tiger-warrior? She wanted to shout, to say something, to keep them from doing anything so stupid, so pointless as attacking the Togorian, but she couldn?t open her mouth. Instead, she just kept going, clinging the muja fruit to her chest, not looking backward as she stumbled along. Listening to the screaming of her siblings, the roaring of the Togorian - that was enough for her. Too much, even.

    As she fled, she saw Raksha dash backward, heard the roars of struggle. She glanced back and saw Raksha tearing apart the attacker. They were safe for now. Sara paused briefly.

    Her eyes fell upon Bakara. He had been mauled severely - Sara gasped at the sight of her face, her hand raised to cover her mouth. She watched as her mother scooped the boy up, saw the agony in the boy?s face. Watched Vic walk back up to her. He grabbed the fruit back from her. ?I?m so stupid...? he said, ?dammit...?

    ?Listen,? Sara said, putting her hand on his shoulder for comfort, ?At least you tried.?

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  23. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Within´the Jungle, Alderaan


    The Togorian was hit, but not as hard as she had hoped to. And she knew the moment his blood spreaded on her face she had failed. Terribly failed her brother. Bakara lay on the ground. Blood spreading from his head.

    The enemy was simply to fast. Simply to strong. Coughing out, she expected the deadly attack of the warrior, but was surprised to see Vic fighting with him. But her brother couldn´t hold him either and with a powerful leap the lion was in the air.

    She only heard the impact of her mother in a distance, as her eyes fell on Bakara. His face was torn apart, large portions of it were missing. With tears on her eyes she crawled to her hurt brother. Baka! No!
    "Baka, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I am here. I am here." She whispered, taking up her stone again.

    His pain was almost radiating from him. She touched her body, to show him she was still there, as her mother was suddenly above her. The remains of her dead enemy all over her fangs. "Mother . . ." She only said, but her mother Raksha had only eyes for her wounded son.

    Crying she watched as her mother took up Bakara. Someone talked. Someone suggested something. Pressed them to move on. She just clunched her fist around the stone.

    Why have I failed! Why haven´t I been strong enough!

    With a silent oath . . . never be too weak again . . . she stumbled afte her mother. Her eyes filled with tears and blood dropping from her right hand. For her grib around the stone had forced the blood out of her fingertails.

    "I´m sorry. I´m so sorry." She mumbled to herself.


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  24. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

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    Apr 24, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    Elisthia?s mind barely had time to register the attack before it was over. One moment, they were just running through the jungle, nearly to the fields; the next, a Togorian had caught up to them and attacked Bakara. Then Vic and Elora were attacking the Togorian?Vic managed to knock the warrior off of Bakara, but at the last second, the Togorian shifted, and Elora?s stone missed its mark. Mischa was tugging at Elisthia?s hand, but, afraid for her sister, Elisthia tried to hold on. The younger girl still managed to wrench free. Then the Togorian had thrown Vic aside, and lept at Mischa?

    --only to meet Raksha?s couterattack in mid-air. The huntress collided with the Togorian and both came crashing to the ground, where Raksha proceeded to slash and bite at her enemy, until there was little that remained.

    Raksha?s attention shifted back to Bakara, and, following her mother?s gaze, Elisthia?s heart sank as she saw her brother?s ravaged face?she couldn?t even recognize him. A knot of fear began to form in her stomach?was it even possible for him to survive such injury? Would the Man Cubs lose not only their father this night, but their brother as well? Was he already gone?

    Tears welled up in her eyes again as her fear gave way to guilt, settling over her like a lead weight. Why hadn?t she done something, anything? A small voice somewhere in her mind said that the Togorian would have attacked her, too, but it was little consolation. Bakara was her brother. Brothers and sisters looked out for one another, defended each other?

    As the other wolves urged them to continue to to fields, Raksha gathered Bakara up into her arms and resumed the run south. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Elisthia again swiped at the tears on her face and went to follow her mother.

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  25. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

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    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Gallia Tern
    Within the Jungle, Alderaan

    In a world where everything in one situation could?ve gone wrong, it did. Gallia witnessed every second of terrific irony. Of all the man cubs grown enough to have a developed personality, Bakara was put together the most stable. He deserved the most, because he was the truest. What he had been handed, was nothing similar.

    Gallia had watched the events unfold in chaotic awe. She had screamed with realization, but she hadn?t had the courage to act upon her instinct. She was frozen, overcome with shame.

    She stumbled towards the remains of her family. They were broken with, or driven by, grief. Gallia was ignorant. She didn?t see their faces; she saw colors. The colors of their emotion. Their faces weren?t real. Their pain, their anger, their confusion, was real. But, none of it was real to Gallia, now. She didn?t know how to feel anymore; she didn?t know what to do.

    Gone were her days of childish innocence. She had killed them at the same instance she left Bakara?s fate in the hands of her ill-equipped sister, Elora. This was her fault; this was her fault. The world was quiet in it?s crescendo, because Gallia was inside of herself. In place of her feelings, she placed the fur of the wolf cub. Her soft fingers entwined with the rough fur of the baby at her breast.

    Gallia stumbled, towards the discarded infant that Bakara had sheltered. His cries went unanswered. Gallia stared at his arms outstretched, she watched the fear in his eyes. She imagined his life, had tragedy not befell his home. He was a strong cub. He had potential to be a powerful warrior. He would have been a handsome wolf-husband, for a powerful huntress. Now, he wouldn?t. Now, Gallia wasn?t sure he deserved it.

    She looked down at the infant, and she was unmoved by his tears. Something had ticked inside of her. A sense of understanding, that, past luck, it took strength to survive in the galaxy. Love and family, was not enough to keep you alive. Gallia whispered to the baby, ?You don?t deserve life, while my brother hangs on the edge of death.? She turned away; she walked away.

    Tag: Man Cubs, Winged
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