When dragons take flight (Haldis Raid)

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 They were nothing if not a bunch of shit disturbers. 

 Charging through the perpetually frozen land, chilled even in the summer sun, Pike stayed close to Hothi's side, nipping her ass when he got the chance.

 Breezing through the weak pack borders, the flecked fellow barreled in with an identifiable battle cry.

 “LET'S FUCK SHIT UPPPPP!”

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Eldritch was not the type to fight for the sake of fighting. 
But she was definitely the type that would kick ass and take names if she absolutely needed to.

Today was a rare day that she would need to become a Berserkir.
A fearless, savage Warrior. Something more like her sister would be...

As Rozencrantz sent up the alarm, Eldritch was already sprinting to join him and every other Haldis member that would come to the call of defending their home. 

A vicious, almost otherworldly series of snarls and ripping barks would erupt from the incoming Seer, a speeding bullet with the unknown names of their home's assailants etched into the metal.
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No.

NO.

The ravaged barks and Rosencrants' howl meant one thing and one thing only. Invaders. Sorina leaped onto her paws in an instant, slow splaying from her dark paws. She dove forwards as fast as she could, arriving at the scene to see unfamiliar faces ravaged for war. "Who dares threaten me?" Sorina's voice boomed against the howling winds. She would not give them an opportunity to talk. She would not allow them any further. It was clear that they were not here for a friendly chat. Like rabid animals, they snapped their jaws and gnashed their teeth. Her tail rose and curled over her spine, dark ears pinned to her ebony crown, as a snarl rippled from her lips. How dare they think they were capable? Who even were they? "Leave. Trouble is not welcome here!" She spat through clenched jaws, trashing her tongue over primed canines.

She cast a look to those at her side. "Wolves of Haldis," She beckoned to her companions. "Defend our home!" With her rallying cry, she took up a defensive stance, awaited for the rhythm of the war drums to begin. 

It seemed history would repeat its self once more.
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 She heard the alarm go up from Rosencrantz. An invasion? Of course. She came from her den, lips first set into a straight expression and then it morphed into a snarl as she saw the invaders.

 She preferred hunting to fighting but she knew how to defend herself and would use her skills to help her new packmates. She rallied to her alphas call and spat a vicious snarl at the wolves. ”Fuck OFF!” Of course, she knew that the words would fall on deaf ears but she could still vent her anger at them. She was ready to launch into battle.

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 He was on his companions’ heels! His jaws were split into a wide smile, tongue lolling out. ”Let’s raise some hell!” Woohoo! Fuckin’ chaaoooss! Yeah!

 In a show of such chaos… he would launch himself into a tree with a few quick jumps. It was his way of setting his advantage to jump down on his first opponent. He followed from above, eyes wide and excited as he went from tree to tree like a tongue of flame… who was his first bitch?

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 He was hunting.

 He wanted to fill the caches.

 But the calls of the Haldis wolves fell on ears all too far to reach them in time. 
 I should of been there, Esmeray thought guiltily, scrambling among the snow to get back to Lady Paramount and the other Denziens.

 Quickly, quickly, quickly, his brain ordered, sprinting through the snow. Late, late, late, he could tell they were in danger.
 Danger, danger, danger. Esmeray ran, ran and ran to get back to the Queen.

 Would he be too late?

 What if they were all dead when he got there?

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3 rounds out!

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rosencrantz had an uncanny aversion for death. and therefore, here never had to worry about his brother. if anything, they would always push each other when they were younger: egos swung around flatulent and susceptible to any praise. the paladin could be skinned and cleaved, killed fifty times, and rosencrantz would still find a way to walk. he hung around haldis like apparition, on the fringes of anyone's vision only to quickly be gone like the wind; the "who" when you ask, who's there? in truth, the tundra complemented him the best, the familiar lowing of muskoxen and the unmerciful landscape. it reminded him birserkir, but fondly would not be the adjective he would suggest.
  it wasn't until he heard rallying in the distance did he feel tugged by fate again, to assist his brother in battle if needed. it was not just a matter of familial duty to the one who, if he would admit it or not, had been his only equal ( despite past grievances, e.g. resigning to be subject to the rule of some high queen ); it was habitual action that always would be met with succession if he was near.

  arriving to the scene of the raiders rapping their knuckles on haldis' door haphazardly, he looked to rosencrantz for any indication of what they were to do, not acknowledging too much of @Sorina out of habit. they would all come and go, but somehow they always managed to find — and fight together, these two twin swords.

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  guildenstern's hoarish fur fringed and unkempt stared into the eldwyrm's maw.

  the wilding was thriving in the blaze of her own, sprouting fires as she turned the tone of day into a hell for haldees. guildenstern pursued hothieriel first after one of the everfrost's own, his own teeth sheathed by his cold limned lips.

 
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