Proving One's Worth [Males Of Erenyx Only]

One attempt after another, Samael watched as each wolf made their way to the beast. They did their minimal damage, only allowing irritation to rise within the great beast. But Samael was no fool. He watched these wolves, watched their mistakes, he viewed the ways they held themselves. All had been playing into the drama of pleasing their leader who was too scared himself to face the bear. It sickened him really. Why work so hard for a monster to adore you and shower you in promise just so he could rip out your heart of he so pleased? The other wolves, Samael thought, had worked hard to make their points well known. Some shared the blood of the bear on their muzzles, but no matter what, the bear was resilient. The bear was extremely durable. It kicked and swiped it's attackers away, mockingbird from the group to roar at them ferociously. But the wolves attacked again. This time it seemed some were actually following healer-loving Lead Warrior. While the others seems to be doing their own thing. They will get themselves killed... Samael thought to himself. Over the last few months, nobody had truly reached or to him. No other wolves had even tried to be kind to him, especially not the males. They had their own agenda. They had their families and friends. Samael was no fool to see the looks the leads have to one another. They were friends. Picking himself off the ground, Samael made a promise to himself that he would attack the bear. He would help his pack and maybe, just maybe, they would realize that he was on need of friends as well. Pushing off the pads of his paws, he kicked up dirt and small rocks as he charged for the bear. He made no sound, keeping his eyes set on the target. He watched as the Lead Warrior attacked at the shoulder. Deciding to follow suit, he clasped his jaws around the arm of the bear and shook his head the best he could. If he could do anything, he would help them take out a powerful swiping ability.

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Attack: Grabbing onto the bear's arm with Tye
Defense: None
Injuries: None

Teren had definitely claimed himself a pack of fighters, there was no denying that. His silvery orbs followed the movements of his packmates as one by one they all managed to lash out and do some harm to the large lumbering beast. Prowling about the edge- his calculating gaze would observe the bear- taking in every little detail that he could at the current moment when its focus would not be turned towards him. It was harder to study the enemy for weak points or injuries in the midst of the fight so he used his late arrival as an advantage at the current moment. It was with a shuddering roar that the beast flung off its attackers and Caspian instinctively pinned his ashen ears at the intruding sound. However he could tell even from here that damage had been done. The large creature tried and failed to stand on its two hind legs and Caspian could tell that it was favoring them now as it dropped back down onto all fours. He was not the only one to notice, in a matter of seconds there was two wolves attached to each leg once again and continuing to apply their damage to the beast and Caspian shredded the grass beneath him with his large claws eagerly. Yet he could not join into until it was the right time.

Slowly he had begun to creep closer and closer to the bear- ears and tail tucked and long yellowed fangs already bared. He was not the caring, quiet, submissive wolf he had once been. It seemed that his past had given him one good thing at least- strength and durability, plus that best thing of all- the ability to just..not care. The two hind legs were taken and at the moment three were attached to the large creature's left arm. Observing it with quick intelligent eyes, he began to suspect that the right shoulder was injured. A weak point. If they could disable its legs and get it to the ground then that would give them a chance to go for the areas that would actually help kill the brown furred monster. It was risky but he already knew it would be the already injured area on its right shoulder that he would go for- then he would get to work turning that injury into something much worse. Only meters away from the bear now- Caspian suddenly broke into a run before using his large muscles to propel him upwards as he sprang without hesitation for its right shoulder- he attempted to latch on with fangs and claws and sink them all in deeper and deeper and tears and rip at the already tender and battered area.

All he could do now was hope that someone else would latch onto the arm of the right bear to weigh it down further and make it harder for the creature to throw the Delta off. Plus- there would be no harm in getting some more injury on this right foreleg.

[Really lame post I know >/<]

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Attack: Attempt to latch onto and tear at injured area on right shoulder.
Defense: Tucked ears and tail.
Injuries: None at this time.

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The intensity of this battle was great. The beast was beginning to see these wolves were nothing to mess with. They had banded together to defeat him. But he would not make it so easy for them. When the first wolf attacked him, grabbing onto his paw, he had every intention of biting it's head clean off. But another wolf came running towards him, shouting and barking as if to get his attention. It worked for it took the target put of view, allowing this crazy wolf to get away with biting the paw. Before he could act against either of them, the two wolves from before attacked his hind legs again. This time he could feel the sting of their bites, the blood seeping more and more. His vision grew slightly cloudy, but would show no signs of this to his attackers. With a hearty roar, he bellowed his anger towards them, swiping his massive paw towards the wolf who held on to his other. The wolves working on his hind legs would have to wait. More attackers came to his front, and they grabbed onto him with a great force. With one on his shoulder, one on his arm, and the last on his paw, the pain was really coming through to his mind. With the last bit of strength he had, he swung his arm, launching the three away with blood spreading over the land. As the ther wolf grabbed his free shoulder, he raked his claws over the back of it, tearing it free of him. The wolves who attacked his rear would soon find themselves in for an interesting treat. He kicked then back and turned as fast as he could to swipe at them, hoping to at least hit one, if not both with his claws. When all the wolves had moved and given him a clear view of the water, he charged for it as fast as he could. Crossing the deep waters, he made his way to the island. His breathing was lapsed and heavy. He was losing himself but would do anything to keep alive. He moved to stand in the water, where it met his waist. As the chilled water wrapped itself around his hind legs, the pain seemed to fade slightly. His shoulder carried blood speckles, one arm being far worse than the other. He roared to them, encouraging the wolves to enter the deep waters. This was his terrain, his specialty. Would any of then seriously come to attack him? He could only hope they did not.

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Attack: 1. Went to attack the wolf on his paw, but was stopped. 2. Swung the three wolves on his arm off. 3. Brought the weight of his paw/claws on the remaining wolf hanging from his shoulder. 4. Kicked and swiped at the two wolves to his rear.
Defense: Moved to the water, roaring and trying wars them off
Injuries: Has injuries to both shoulder, both rear legs, and one arm is in far worse condition than the other

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Pain snarled loudly. So no other wolf opted to follow his plan, just as he thought. That was okay to the warrior, he could play their game as well. As he watched the bear throw off all the other wolves, he decided to take action. Baring his fangs he was among one of the first to stalk after the wretched beast as it made it's retreat. It seemed now it realized the wolves were not ones to be messed with, and indeed they had inflicted many injuries upon the bear as Pain was able to keep up quite easily with the maimed bear's pace.

He had decided he wanted to end the tiresome battle quickly now. Like most others here, he did not come solely to impress the Alpha male, no, he would never let himself be so much of a puppet to do so. He mostly wanted to prove himself to his fellow pack mates. He had not spent so long training long and brutally with the Elite Katyusha honing his skills as a warrior to perfect edge to be considered weak by his peers. He had decided now that he would prove how strong he had gotten - how much he had improved.

Pain watched the bears every movement now, his dark amber eyes a light with an anger fueled intensity. He allowed this anger to run free through himself, the emotion giving him strength. Pain was not the kind of individual to let his anger cloud his thoughts, no, he was most dangerous in that he had enough control to channel this anger into the power he needed to crush his opponents.

As the bear retreated farther into the water, he decided he had to strike now. With light deft paws for his size he broke into a sprint of his own, bearing down on the bear with all the intensity of an Erenyx warrior. As he approached he knew the water would slow him down, he would never be able to catch the bear by surprise as it turned to roar at the group of wolves. Instead he put his plan into action.

Crouching down low, he would launch himself off the shore-line, pushing himself off with his hind legs, reaching for a boulder that protruded out of the water near the bear. He imagined himself on the mountain-side he had done most of his training on. Compared to sprinting down the side of a steep mountain, where one misplaced paw could break a leg, the movement came almost naturally to Pain as he planted first his forelegs, bringing his hind legs toward himself to perch on the boulder, and then launching himself once again, sailing over the water onto the bear, which had lowered itself into the water.

Pain was upon the bear as it had turned around, not having noticed the wolf until he was upon him. Once on the bear's back Pain instantly moved to dig his claws into its back to not be flung off instantly. A wolf's claws were not very sharp however, so, baring his fangs and opening his maw, Pain aimed to sink his fangs into anything he could get a hold of. As long as he remained on the bear's back he was relatively safe and could weigh down the bear for his pack mates.

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Attack: Aiming to sink his fangs into the back of the bear, preferably around its shoulder/ neck to not get flung off.
Defense: His own positioning away from the bear's teeth/claws.
Injuries:

Bruised flank/ribs.

Magnus twisted his head from side to side, tearing at the bloody flesh of the bears ankles. It seemed to anger the beast as Magnus was kicked away. The tight clamp of his jaws, forced away by the bears actions, meant this copper wolf came away with a lump of flesh in his maw. His muzzle, face and neck were covered in blood. Anywhere that once was coloured white, now was stained crimson. The copper male appeared to be covered almost completely in blood and dirt, due his colouring. Fiery eyes watched the bear as he kicked away another male who had evidently joined him in attacking the hind legs. The Lead hunter tried to analyse where the worst of the damage was and what more could be done. In his concentration on the bears movements, he saw the creature lumber around with a swipe aimed for himself and the Healer Cheshire. Had he not been occupied with hurling the flesh from his maw, he might have called a warning to the other male. But it was up to Cheshire to save himself from the blow.

Magnus hung back, watching other wolves be hurled from the bears hulking mass. Despite its numerous injuries, the bear was putting up a good fight, having hurled three wolves off one foreleg. Tag team fighting had worked to make the initial injuries, but Magnus could see that to bring it down completely would take a large group effort. He looked around but couldn't find Tye. Tye, being the ranking Lead Warrior, should be calling the shots. But of course the brothers held an equal level of authority. It was the Lead Hunters call for now. "Don't let him get too far into the water! It's helping him stand! Get that bear out of there!" He called to the other wolves. One warrior, whose name he didn't know, made a dash for the bear, launching onto its furry back. It was a bold move, very risky, but it seemed like it might work. "Group together! We need to bring it down!" He threw his head back in a bloodthirsty howl. "Erenyx! To me!" He called whatever males there were around him and lunged forward, assuming they would follow. His run to the waters edge preceded a great leap of faith, where he would try to latch his jaws onto the bears soft throat. If anyone was smart, they'd make a secondary attack for the same spot. It was likely he would be swatted out of the air, leaving a momentary gap for someone else to slip through and make the kill.

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Attack: Lunge up to latch his jaws onto the bears throat.
Defense: None
Injuries: Bruising and minor cuts on torso.

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The bear swung (though really it shouldn't even have the strength with the damage that had been done on it), throwing Tye off where he'd been severing the joint between the shoulder and the upper arm. He hit the ground, this time skidding and landing slightly harder than before. And on a rock he thought. He could smell blood on him and he wouldn't be surprised if he'd cut himself. He got up, moving his head from side to side making his bones pop. Not easy. None of this. But no one had gotten hurt. Magnus had attacked again by the time Tye had gotten up and the Lead Warrior almost snapped at him, his patience starting to wear thin. The second battle-cry and what for? To alert the bear of their attacks? For every bit as calm as Tye was, Magnus was every bit not. The bear was goading them when they had enough time to re-group and wear it out even more with its blood loss. It was already at the water and in deep enough. If they had driven it further in then it would've been using its limbs to try to swim and stay afloat which would've made it easier for them to deliver the killing strike. It was too late. Pain and Magnus were already on the bear.

There was one thing, among others, that Tye was very good at. It was gauging the situation, the enemy. The bear's legs were maimed and more importantly, its right shoulder useless and left shoulder in a similar condition. Any strike it pulled should be significantly weakened so much that its strength would be non-existent if they stayed at a relatively longer distance. It got its strength from the momentum of its swing which was at this point, nothing but a minor shove if they stayed at a far enough distance. Tye advanced closer, his hackles raising. His eyes skated over two things. The water and the bear. So far it was standing deep in the river. Tye snarled, blood-soaked teeth showing and sprinted forwards, his massive paws pounding the ground. Hurtling towards the edge, he crouched his upper body lowering and gathering all the strength and speed that had built up and launched himself at the wall, his right fore-paw and hind-paw pushing off as soon as he landed so that he still had the momentum and speed but he was aiming for a particular spot. And he didn't miss his mark. He landed on its back in between its injured left shoulder and neck, driving his back claws into its back. He ducked down, wrapping his fore-legs around its neck to give himself a steady hold and squeezed. And his jaws closed around its throat, puncturing layers of fat and fur to get to the wind-pipe his fangs tearing it apart.

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Attack:Jaws going around throat, fangs and teeth going through the fur and fat to crush the wind-pipe while squeezing it in an attempt to choke it
Defense:Out of reach of the bear's paws and holding on with claws
Injuries:Bruises on his side and bruises and some cuts on his back

Raymond was thrown off the bear and rolled, no serious damage done unto him. He shook his head and watched as the bear went into the water, stupid idea. He took off running after him, listening as others did the same. He listened as the lead hunter spoke and he nodded, making the exact same movements as he did. But watching carefully as the lead fighter made his moves as well. He breathed in and out, searching the beasts body rather quickly. He noticed that if he locked his jaws onto the left collar bone of the bear, that would make it so he couldn't swing at the one who had given orders. The plan reeled in his mind, all he had to do was put it into action. He shifted back a few feet and then charged forward. He rather enjoyed hunting this bear with his fellow pack mates, but he would never tell anyone this. He felt his paws leave the ground as he threw his body into the air and aimed for the left collar bone. His jaw parted halfway there and he shifted so his paws would cling to the beast instead of just dangling there like a fool. The taste and rush of fighting... how I've missed this greatly... His eyes watched his target and he could feel the air moving about him with his jump. He was pleased with himself and he looked forward to the other's giving him praise, or at least... maybe looking to him with some respect. He was one of the newer wolves here, and he didn't really know anyone that well. Yet, he held strong and kept moving... he was ready for this. I've been ready for this for longer then I care to remember... the killing... feels so good.

(OOC: x3 I should have waited to write this post since I just woke up o.o but I wanted in on the action <3)

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Attack: Jumping at the bear and latching onto the left collar bone in an attempt to make sure he doesn't swipe Magnus off, also pressing his claws and scrapping the bears belly/chest area.
Defense: None.
Injuries: Bruised up a little but that's it.

Once again, it seemed that the bear was able to build up enough of its lasting strength to dislodge its numerous attackers. The Lead Hunter and himself had been thrown a short distance, what with the persisting damage that had been dealt to the carnivore’s hind legs, but before he could hope to, for yet a third time, sink his teeth into the mauled flesh of its previously targeted limb, the bear spun to face the duo and lashed with an outstretched, angry paw. The Lead Hunter had been lucky enough, to say the least, that he had not been one of two things: either in reach of the bear’s aggressive attack, or close enough to the Healer for him to successfully nudge him closer in the hopes of saving his own behind in the process. There had been enough time for him to lean away as to avoid the worst of the damage that could have been dealt, but the bear’s large claws still managed to catch him in the shoulder as he had been turning, raking down his front leg until he finally put enough distance between them to cancel out the contact. The adrenaline of battle was pumping fiercely through his veins, to the point that, casting a dismissive gaze down upon his bleeding wound, he hardly felt the pain that he undoubtedly should have.

His attention returned to the situation at hand when the bear charged, rushing between the Lead Hunter and himself to get into the water. There would be no hope of intercepting the bear’s path, so all they could do was watch as it sunk into the water, its wounds likely relieved of some of the throbbing pain that the Erenyx wolves had been able to inflict. The water had put them at a disadvantage, but there was still no time to waste, for they could not sit back and wait while the water did its part of cleansing the bear’s injuries. They had to come up with something fast. Before the handsome Healer could so much as think to spare a fleeting glance towards his pack-mates, in search of an idea dawning upon somebody’s face - or, forbid, he have an idea to share himself - a Warrior he could not be bothered to identify with a name dashed forward, expertly navigating a path towards the bear that kept him from having to touch the water. Once he latched onto the bear’s back, the others began to move: the Lead Hunter was targeting the bear’s neck - perhaps someone was finally going to chance making the kill! - and the Lead Warrior was not too far behind him, supposedly with a similar mindset. It was a smart idea for someone else to go in after the Leader Hunter for, should he fail, there would be another wolf readily available to finish what he had started. Another Warrior that, in his mind, did not yet have a name was the next to start motioning towards the others, his teeth sinking into the flesh of the bear’s collarbone. With slight reluctance curling his lip, losing interest rapidly in this stupid fight, the bluish-gray and black Healer followed the others, leaping with outstretched paws and circling to the bear’s back, taking care of the right side of the bear’s collarbone where the Warrior was taking care of its left, thus providing a hearty enough distraction to keep the bear from being able to focus on the pair of Leads who were hopefully going to be able to snap its windpipe before it was able to properly react to their attack.

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Attack: Latching onto the right side of the bear's collarbone to aid the others in creating an efficient enough distraction for Tye and/or Magnus.
Defense: None, other than the fact that he's generally out of reach of the bear's teeth and claws due to being positioned on its back.
Injuries: He has a bruised shoulder, and is bleeding somewhat severely from an injury that starts in his shoulder and stretches into his front leg.

Being thrown off by the bear with two other comrades of his, he was forced to the ground. As he skid across the small rocks and dirt, he could feel it scraping across his stomach. He growled in pain to the actions he had felt. Standing up straight, he shook himself off. He watched as the bear ran from the wolves once more. Soon his canine companions were racing off after the large creature once more. Commands were shouted, but Samael did not listen. He was too focused with killing this damned thing. As they jumped at the bear, crossing the water, the latched onto the animal. He knew what he would have to do, he would have to help them, even if he got harmed in the process. Samael charged for the water, pushing off his hind legs he sprang into action. He lunged for the left arm of the bear. He grabbed onto it with all he had in his body. He held on tight to the arm, just below the elbow. He could feel the blood touching his tongue, dribbling into his maw. But he would stop, no matter what the bear was about to do.

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Attack: Latched onto left arm
Defense: None
Injuries: Bruising and scratched on his underbelly from the ground

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When he had distanced himself from the others, the bear had thought he would be safe. He thought the vast length from the shore and the water was enough to keep them from coming towards him. But he was wrong. They made their ways over the water and finding him quickly. The first wolf to attack, grabbed onto him, but with the force of his body, he was able to force him off. Before he was able to take the killing blow to kill the wolf, he was attacked by more. As the attacked him as a single unit, he could do nothing to stop them. His roars began to slip into quiet whispers. His voice was muffled as the pain coursed through his body. The vision in hie eyes was slipping even faster. If not for the loss of blood and the multiple areas he had been attacked. He could no longer fight off the wolves, nor could he support his body anymore. With quiet whimpers, the beast fell forward, toppling on any wolf who was stuck around his neck. His body landed in the water and he took his last breath. The blood spilled into the water around him, flooding it in crimson.

NPC Bear has been killed.

Thank you all participants for your cooperation.

The battle of the wolves and the bear was one to truly enjoy. Pain and suffering had occurred on both sides of the struggle. He watched his pack working hard to get the massive creature down. They had a struggle working together, but when the bear refused to go down, they all worked as a unit. The Alpha would never admit that he was proud of the males, but he was glad they had mostly survived. Omen was weak, there was no use of a "caregiver" on the battlefield. But the Healer, that was an interesting show. Teren had not once taken his eyes off the battle. He thought of speaking to Irrationality, but he was too captivated in the display before him. The bear fought valiantly. The wolves did well also. But in the end, the wolves would come out on top. In this manner, he was able to see who were the real leaders of the pack, and who were the minions. With the animal laying in the water, Teren walked towards the gathering of canines. His tail curled over his spine and his chest pressed forward. As he walked to the edge of the water, his eyes looked over the wolves. They had moved from the dead creature, still wrapped around it in the circle. "Wolves," he called to them, getting their attention. His voice was low, but deep enough for them all to hear that this was important.

"You all have fought well. For the one who has died, the Caretaker, it is well deserved to him. This pack is as strong as its weakest member, aside from faes. By defeating the Caretaker, we have become a bigger and better pack. What you have done today has not been done by many wolves. You should feel a sense of pride within yourselves. Now," he paused for a moment as he looked to the males. "The following wolves will need to come close as they achieve their new ranks. When I call your current rank and name, please step forward. Lead Hunter Magnus, in the bravery and ability to control a situation and show the amount of courage you need to lead the group, you will be awarded with the rank of Guardian, though I will say that it is not required for you to protect my life, as I can do well myself. But should the time come when my life is in jeopardy, I expect you to lay down your own. Lead Warrior Tye, with your dedication to the cause, your undying passion to take down the ragged beast, you are awarded the rank of Elite. You will be tasked with training the lesser wolves and keeping the Elite bitch in line. Healer Cheshire, I never thought a Healer would be able to do anything like the way you portrayed your skills. You will be Lead Healer of Erenyx. Warrior Raymond, the intensity and aggression you showed, will be Lead Warrior. You will train with Elite Tye and learn from him as much as possible, for one day, you may take his place. Warrior Pain, you have an interesting and dangerous way of doing things. I like it, so to further your knowledge of hunting, you are now Lead Hunter. You will train with Guardian Magnus and learn everything from him. And this i not a promotion, but you all should know that Delta Caspain is my brother. He has recently come here to find a new place to live. You will all show him the utmost respect, no matter what your rank is. You have all done well, now get some rest. There will be more training opportunities to come." Teren looked to the wolves, lastly, looking to Samael. His eyes glared at him as he finally turned and walked back towards the pack clearing.

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