Eriel looked at Mya, slightly amused. "I may not look it, but I'm not the youngest elleth in the forest. I've seen my fair share of torture and dungeons and god knows what else." She grinned. "Relax. I've been through worse than this." Eriel smiled then planted a soft kiss on Mya's left ear.
A weird sensation. Something like kissing Quicksilver on his muzzle, but this was a little softer. (OOC: Ahhahah. I've always wanted to do that. Something about me and dogs... and wolves )
"Right then." Eriel said again, not waiting for Mya's response. "If you have a plan, let me know."

OOC: Shall we discuss the plan first? since it looks as if none of us have an idea

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That, in the present situation, would be a good idea.lol You got anything?

OOC: I was thinking I get taken out for execution, and escape from there.

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Mmm, perhaps...go ahead and post that idea, and we'll see where it goes from there.

OOC:
Can't really do much..this is an Eriel moment, so...pass, I guess. (Not to mention that my head is plum dry of writing idea's.lol)

OOC: perhaps you'd like to start planning your escape with your charries? or would you prefer I still go on?

OOC:
Go on for a few posts and we'll see if I get an idea...If not, then I'll do a brainstorm.

OOC Will do.

IC: A blur of movement caught the elleth's eye.
Left. A soft voice spoke in her head. Eriel ducked under a pouncing lycan in the blink of an eye, delivering a powerful shot of electricity to its underbelly. The lycan howled and whimpered as its heart started to go into cardiac arrest.
Eriel turned her attention back to her goal and rushed onwards, eying a group of three lycans in humanoid form blocking her way. Setting her spear to thrust, Eriel charged into the trio, knocking aside one with sheer momentum.
Behind you.
Like a cat, Eriel contorted her body to parry the attacks of the remaining two lycans. She arched backwards, spear shaft raised to parry the weapons of the lycans. Pivoting on her heels, the elleth spun in a semicircle and performed a wide, sweeping slash with her spear, penetrating skin and muscle.
She faced forwards again. She could see the armory. Her weapons seemed to be calling her, then she felt a sharp pain emanating from her cheek.
Eriel grit her teeth. It was a glancing blow.
She turned to what seemed to be the only obstacle left standing between her and her goal and unleashed a barrage of spells on it.

Mýa whined instinctively when Zelyn strained to stay still as the healing magic rolled over his body. It was soon over, and he tentitavely got to his paws. His right shoulder was wrenched badly from the blow Eriel had stopped him with, but he just held that leg gingerly on the ground. He dipped his head to the female elf, gratitude glittering in his eyes. Thank you, Shur'tugal. he murmured, then turned to the dark grey she-wolf with a look on his face that resembled chagrin. By your leave, Alpha Mýa? he asked hesitantly. She grinned wolfishly.
Of course. Go to your home and nurse that shoulder. That's an order, Zelyn. she teased, her silver amber eyes sparkling. A rasping cough slipped through his teeth, and then he turned and limped away. Mýa flicked her eyes to Keln, who had stayed still the entire time. You too, Keln. Go rest. she said, nudging him sharply with her nose. He grunted wearily, but obeyed. After both wolves had left, she sat on her haunches and allowed tiredness to come over her features. She sighed as she heard more pawsteps, and looked up. She was surprised to see her father.

OOC:
I have an idea, and I would post more of it, but I'm squashed for time.

OOC: Share you idea with me? So that we can work around it

Eriel felt a smile creep over her face as Zelyn said his thanks. Although his use of the word Shur'tugal was wrong, Eriel couldn't bear to correct him.
Letting the smile extend to the rest of her facial features, Eriel watched the wolf limp off to nurse his foreleg.
It was then that Mya's father came into view. Eriel tensed, wondering what he was going to do now.

The indlvarn barely had enough time to stop her ears as a powerful ring erupted from Mya's maw. As the various events unfolded before her, Eriel hung back and watched, amusement tinkling softly in her eyes.
"Well then, now you have a beta, and a mate." Eriel smiled.


OOC: A little blank atm. How about we send in a certain villain to wreck havoc?

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I have two and you have one. Which one to chose?lol I might have Autarkeia pop in in a few pages, since I haven't rped with her much.

OOC: How about all three? I've yet to introduce alcioraell into the rp's after the separation.

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Sweet. Though, I think I will exclude Leanbrara, since she isn't truly evil.lol You go first with Alcioraell. Pretend that Eriel knows who Autarkeia is, that way we don't have to do a whole bunch of hurried introductions.lol

OOC: But isn't it your turn?

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*grumbles* Yes, it is.

IC:
Mýa couldn't help the grin from crossing her muzzle as Nachel brushed his fur along her side. Yes, I know. And they both will do an exellent job. she replied to Eriel. Keba stood on his hindlegs and shifted to humaniod form. The dark grey she-wolf followed suit. The white wolf hesitated, but then stood and let the change roll over his body. Mýa smiled as Nachel put a protective arm around her waist. Old habits died hard. Her silver amber eyes glinted with happiness. A sudden uproar of noise near the entrance caught her attention, and her muscles coiled instantly in instinctive response. She slowly walked to the cause of the interruption, Nachel at her side and Keba just behind her on her right flank. Her blue-grey mane shuddered with each step. She stopped and studied the situation. A crowd of Lycans blocked her view. She opened her mouth and barked sharply, though it sounded less menacing in human form. A walkable space appeared just in front of her. She went forward into the line and halted again in front of a young woman, probably in her late twenties early thirties. She had sienna colored hair and aquamarine eyes that pulled her breath away. Mýa bared her teeth in a expression that was more snarl than smile,"I am Alpha Mýa, and this is my mate, Alpha Nachel Silverear, and second-in-command, Keba Blacktail. Who are you?" she hissed, trying to sound as pleasant as possible despite her tone.

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Autarkeia Fincayra Vera smiled her gentle smile, her aquamarine eyes glittering with fake warmth,"My name is Katya. It is a pleasure to meet you three." she murmured, her smile widening slightly. Her mesmerizing voice paralyzed all males near her. Although the Alpha male seemed impervious to her born charm. A scowl flitted across her face for the smallest portion of a second before her beautiful smile again pulled at her lips. The Alpha female's eyes narrowed, and Keia couldn't suppress a shudder down her spine. The females silver amber eyes disturbed her, as if they could see through her facade down to her true intentions. Then the sienna dragoness's eyes flitted to behind Mýa, where a familiar face stood. Her aquamarine eyes glinted with memory. Nest-mate-Thorn had told her of the battle, since evil-cunning-Galbatorix hadn't allowed her to come. Her nest-mate had boasted of killing the great-green-dragoness-Emrhyst at that battle. She wondered if this x-Dragon Rider (she doesn't know about Emrhyst's Endunarí) knew who she was, in dragon form or otherwise. Her eyes narrowed. If that was the case, she might have to shift quickly to her dragon form.

Keia opened her mouth and snarled, leaping to the side,"Long time no see, Eriel. Hows Emrhyst doing?" she pretended contriteness, then her evil grin broke through,"Oh, I'm sorry. She isn't here." she taunted, her aquamarine eyes glittering. The sienna dragoness threw herself at Mýa while Alcioraell took care of the x-Dragon Rider. Mýa drew her sword while her mate and Beta gathered on either side of her. A smirk spread on her lips as she battled the three Lycans, but it quickly turned into a grimace of concentration as she found it more difficult that she thought. She knew that the three were not comunicating, but they acted as if they were. They were so syncronized that they moved as one, as though they were one. The blue-maned she-wolf gave a short bark, and a pure white male wolf dashed to her side. A stream of grunts, wines, and sharp growls was the only clue that they were talking to each other. Keia heard the new wolf utter one word, and she howled as her left forearm snapped abruptly. Then the male dashed off to help Eriel.

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Mýa bared her fangs as Eriel attacked Katya. Her friend must know the woman from somewhere, and the memory must not be a good one. Trusting the female elf, she drew Keba and Nachel to her. All three muttered a constant stream of wolf talk, comunicating in a way that would confuse Katya. She briefly called Keln to her, telling him to send one wound spell toward the woman, then help Eriel. A large circle had formed, allowing plenty of space for both fights.

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Keln roared angrily as he leaped into the air, his teeth gleeming. He landed beside Eriel, his hackles bristling. Zelke, he snarled, and electricity crackled along his tail, waiting for him to flick and aim. As Eriel retreated slightly to heal her wound, the pure white warrior drew in front of her so she could concentrate. He flicked his tail, sending the painful lightning bolt hurtling towards the woman attacking Eriel.

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Malichi sprinted to Eriel's side. Although he did not consider her his friend, his daughter was now the Alpha, and he was not stupid enough to try and strike her through her friends. He screeched to a halt beside the elf. Being the biggest werewolf in the village, his head nearly reached her torso. He stretched up and set his snout near her wound, letting a steady flow of energy flow into her to help heal it. His silver fur bristled; his back was toward the enemy, and that went against all of his instincts. His entire being screamed at him to spin around and attack, but Keln was having an okay time of it, so he fought the urge to whirl and spring.

Malichi nodded mutely and crouched at Eriel's side, his black eyes riveted on the other woman.

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Keln yelped in surprise as the woman jumped at him, her rapier poised to kill. His silver eyes hardened, and he bunched every part of his body in preperation. When she was close-dangerously close-he jumped clear into the air, letting her pass under him. With a snarl, he spun in mid-air and landed on his feet behind her. He bared his fangs and lunged forward, rearing up onto his hind legs. He placed his forepaws on her back, his claws digging ferociously into her skin. His eyes glinted as he bit her shoulder. One hundred pounds per square inch of force clamped down on her flesh. A growl rumbled in his throat, and he bit harder.

OOC:
Unsure what to do with Mýa and Autarkeia.

OOC: Perhaps Mya, Autarkeia and malichi can get in a fight together?

IC: Alcioraell's smirked dissipated when the warrior counterattacked. He jumped into the air as she passed within killing range. Then, he had somehow managed to rip into her back, and then pain exploded from her when a set of wolf jaws clamped down on her left shoulder.
The shade abruptly came to a stop, receiving the full weight of a mature warrior lycan on her back. Raising her head she turned to look at the lycan.
All traces of even evanescent mock kindness was gone, and she focused her will upon the lycan, her eyes quickly catching him in an illusion.
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In a flash, Alcioraell abruptly withdrew herself from the lycan's jaws, stepping right out of his grip. Then, she reached under and flung the warrior into the air. She stood rigid, a whole segment of her back bloodied and torn. Muttering under her breath, a wave of blackness rolled over the wound and left it perfectly healed. She turned to the lycan and shackled him to the ground with a spell, then press the tip of her rapier into his stomach, and dug.

OOC:
Sure, I'll try that out.

IC:
Malichi, sure that Keln was doing well on his own, turned to sprint to his daughter's side. The silver warrior bared his fangs and snarled, his black eyes glinting. His tail brushed against Mýa's leg, alerting her to his presence. She rumbled deep in her throat as a greeting before she was forced to leap away from an attack by Katya. He sprang with her, determined not to leave her side. The human woman smiled enchantingly, directly at him. He froze, mesmerized in her aquamarine gaze.

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Mýa gratefully rumbled to her father when she felt his tail brushed her calf. Katya spun her sword in an odd form tha she had never seen before, then lunged toward her right leg. She jumped up and to the left, noting that Malichi sprang with her as if glued to her leg. She sensed him stiffen, and saw that Katya was smiling at him. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, and he swayed on his paws. The blue-grey-manned she-wolf roared angrily and leapt at her adversary, her sword gleaming. Her silver amber eyes gleamed with sudden hatred for the woman in front of her; no messed with her family and got away with it.

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Keia bared her sharpened fangs as the Alpha female leaped straight at her, rage glinting in her silver amber eyes. The sienna dragoness lithely danced out of the way, holding her broken arm close to her body. Her sword whipped out, catching the Alpha and landing a deep gash on her right thigh.

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Nachel roared in outrage as Katya injured his mate. His golden eyes slashed murderously at the woman as he leapt at her. Pure white fur burst from his skin as his muzzle elongated and filled with dagger-like teeth. His forepaws landed on her shoulders, claws digging unmercifully into her skin, and knocked her to the ground. She grunted in pain as her arm was jostled, but he didn't care. His lips were peeled back, revealing all of his terrible teeth to her wide eyes.

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Keba's silver grey eyes glittered dangerously, but he kept a better check on his anger than Nachel. He worriedly nuzzled Mýa's thigh with his muzzle (he had changed shortly after Nachel had). He whined at her. She grunted roughly in reply, gingerly keeping her weight off of that leg. He bared his teeth in a grimace, then twitched his tail. Change, he was telling her in the wolf tongue. She rolled her eyes, then shrank down into her wolf form. The hackles along her back and neck bristled angrily. He brushed his fur along her side in a calming gesture, and she rumbling a muted thanks to him.

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Keln snarled as the woman turned to glare at him. Suddenly she pulled away from him, ripping more skin. In a move fast enough that it was blurred even to him, she flung him away. He landed on his side roughly five yards from the main battle. The wind was knocked out of him, leaving him gasping. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noted that the woman was standing beside him now. He grunted as invisible bonds held him down. He dimly felt the rapier against his fur, but did not truly feel the pain until she dug into his belly. He howled, his jaws open in a cry of agony so loud it rang in his own ears.

Keln vaguely heard Eriel through the waves of pain, and at her words he did notice that the pain was...different. Not whole. By the time this fully registered in his mind, the woman had already blasted him away, for real this time. He grunted dully as the air whooshed out of him for the second time, leaving him gasping for breath. It took him a moment, but as soon as he recovered he was bounding back to Eriel, his silver eyes blazing.

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Keia glared up at the Lycan holding her down, then smiled. Again her charm worked; he swayed unsteadily and blinked several times. Taking advantage of his lull, she pushed him back and leaped to her feet.

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Nachel shook his head to clear the haze, then stepped up to brush his fur along his mates other side. She rumbled softly at him.

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Malichi stood slightly to the side and behind Mýa. The blood trickling down her hind leg worried him, but she barely paid the wound any notice. She gave a sharp bark, followed by a rough grunt whine. Instantly he, Nachel, and Keba spread in a circle around Katya, allowing no escape.

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Mýa growled threateningly, slipping an order into her tone. Three more Lycans moved forward from the crowd to join in the circle. She did not instantly recognize them, she was just glad that they had responded. Slowly, she, Nachel, Keba, Malichi, and the other three began to circle around Katya, each taking a turn to leap in, attack, and then spring away before the woman could deal a mortal blow.

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A silvery white blur zipped forward, made a hair-pin turn on his paws, leaped up and bit savagely on exposed flesh, then lightly sprang back to hover by Eriel's side. His piercing emerald green eyes flicked from Eriel to the woman and back again. Zelyn kept himself light on his paws, ready to jump or twist in any direction. He bared his fangs viciously, a gutteral snarl vibrating his chest and throat.

Keia pursed her lips when Alcioraell disappeared in a wisp of smoke. Time to leave, she mused. Even in her dragon form she would have difficulty fighting off all of the Lycans. Her aqumarine eyes glittered dangerously, and she started to grow larger. Wings pushed out from the flesh of her back, her muzzle lengthened and filled with menacing teeth. Sienna colored scales slid over her skin as an almost impenatrateable armor. The dragoness roared loudly, covering her surroundings with the keep-fire-burning-hot-oil in her throat. She inhaled deeper this time, and bellowed her gas-air-burn-flames over the oil. The combination of elements nearly caused an explosion. Keia spread her wings and beat them down powerfully, her burning aquamarine eyes riveted on Eriel, her muzzle wrinkled in a snarl. Flames and smoke swirled around her and in her maw. Her mental voice was a snarled shout as she lifted higher and higher. Watch your back, Elf! Someday, you will not have allies or friends to hide behind! she howled as she whirled and sped away. She flew at least three leagues away, then she landed in a little copse of trees and waited.

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Mýa shuddered in relief as the battle seemed to come to an end. A healing Lycan tried to approach her to heal her wound, but she snapped at him. No. Check the others for more serious wounds than myself. Only then will I let you heal me. she growled wearily. She swayed on her paws. Nachel supported her on one side, his gold eyes slashing at her worriedly. He allowed her to slump against him, and slump she did. She was dog-tired. She laughed to herself at the thought.

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Nachel licked his mates face as he gently lowered her to the ground. He curled his legs under himself and laid his head across her neck in a protective gesture. His eyes searched around them until he found Eriel. His face relaxed in relief. Out of all the Lycans, even Keba, he probably was the one that cared the most if she was hurt. His mental voice touched the elf's mind gently, so she would have the opportunity to recognize his touch. Are you alright? he asked.

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Keln growled as the woman admitted defeat. His growl turned into a surprised whine when she slit her own throat and disappeared in a puff of black smoke. He grunted to himself, then turned to look over Eriel. She seemed fine on the outside, but he wasn't so sure about the inside.

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Zelyn snorted as the woman vanished, then shuddered as her shrill laugh rang through the air. He turned to Eriel, is emerald green eyes shimmering with concern for the elf. She had shown kindness to him when she healed the injures she herself had inflicted on him, a fact that was not lost to him, when his previous actions were completely inexcusable. He would be forever grateful to her for that.

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Malichi sighed wearily as the two enemies left. He grunt whined at Nachel, as his daughter was probably to exhausted to make a coherent answer, for permission to go rest in his cave. The pure white male nodded absently, then focused his golden eyes on him for a brief moment. Thank you, was all the Alpha Male said before turning away again, but Malichi understood the tone beneath the words. He smiled slightly, then limped off to join his mate in their new shared cave.

OOC: do you want to go on with this? do you have any ideas?
or do you want to work towards ending the thread?

OOC:
Yes I want to continue it, I do have an idea but its kind of vague, and yes I was thinking about wrapping it up. Right now let's just head for 15 pages...if it goes longer than that then it does.

OOC: What is your idea? Honestly, i really don't know how to continue the story right now

OOC:
All my idea really is is Autarkeia and Alcioraell being teamed up. I might think of something else....