The Quiet [Open]

Lucrais silently padded into the camp, her head raised slightly higher, now. She was no longer alone with her thoughts - she could distract herself from the pain of her losses. Flicking her tail, the she-leopard cast her icy gaze across the wolves. The first wolf she saw was the alpha, Nero. That provoked a curious thought. 'Where's the beta?... Who's the beta?' the she-leopard pondered, an ear flattening. She would undoubtedly find out soon enough. There was no need to think too much about ranks. After all, she could easily tell how high and how lowly certain creatures were based on their stance and behavior. It was obvious that the snowy white wolf was quite lowly. She seemed quite anxious and jumpy. 'Hm. There was no term for leopards who acted like that in my Clan... They were just the weak links...' the exquisite feline mused, flexing her claws.
Deciding to think no further of it, Lucrais padded past the canines. She glanced up at the rocks, a delighted glint appearing in her eyes. Crouching down slightly, the snow leopard then sprang onto a rather high-up rock, and leaped onto another. When she finally got onto a satisfactory perch, the leopard laid down and stared down at the camp. She immediately noticed Nero - no - Alpha Nero address Chassity. The leopard curiously observed him, tilting her head slightly. She didn't even bat an eye when the male attacked the pathetic looking she-wolf. 'Whatever caused it, it's none of my concern,' she thought, a smirk forming on her muzzle. 'But let's see what happens...' Lucrais crossed her paws, her gaze set intently on the two. She often liked to observe, to gather up any possible information she could receive. Now was her chance to see what Alpha Nero and what the white she-wolf were like.

Fenic had never tried to do this, she didn't want to have to go through what was happening right now. She would've never had opened her eyes to this, if she knew it would only make things worse, and now that his jaws were tightened around her neck, feeling faint streams of blood dribble down her neck- the wolf was on the verge of screaming, of crying out in terror and pain. Immediately, the female wolf tried her absolute hardest to look away, to close her eyes again, but when your neck was being squeezed, bitten, mauled- it was hard to even spare the energy to move your eyelids around. Besides, something in his green gaze- it was cruel and terrifying, but it was also hypnotizing, it was dominant. Letting out a choke of despair, her eyes narrowed a bit in a fuzzy confusion, beginning to get dizzy from the blood she was losing.


Match Type: Punishment
Attack: None
Defense: None
Wounds: Even more blood loss, from bites on her neck.
Has Your Full Dodge Been Used?: No

Val padded into the camp, a bundle of herbs clamped in her jaws. The husky had decided to go and collect as many herbs as she could find, though there weren't many due to the snow. She didn't really like winter do to the fact that not many herbs could grow in the cold, but she tried not to mind. There were some herbs that grew in this time, after all, like parsley, sage, thyme, and mint. So she didn't really fret about it.
Shaking the snow from her pelt, Val glanced towards the three wolves. Noticing that Nero seemed agitated, the young canine hurried into the shaman den, putting down the herbs before sorting them out. 'Juniper berries are over here, they help soothe stomachaches and troubled breathing... annnnd... parsley stops mothers from producing milk, and also soothe stomachaches... aaaaand...-' Her thoughts were interrupted from a slight commotion from outside the den. Looking up, the she-dog slipped out of the den, her ears flattened. She froze upon seeing Nero with his jaws wrapped around Fenic's throat. She frowned slightly - though Val was used to violence from within the clan, she didn't fancy it. However, she didn't let it get to her. Instead, she ducked back into the den to gather some herbs. Looking over what she had, she furrowed her brows before gathering an assortment of them - cobwebs, comfrey roots, poppy seeds, and goldenrod. Tucking them into a leaf, she placed it away from the other herbs before warily padding back out into the entrance. The husky kept rather low to the ground, as she didn't want to attract Nero's attention. Val was smaller than the wolves of the clan, and stood no chance against them. That was exactly why she was a shaman and a part-time nanny, not a warrior or jaeger. Heck, omegas were always getting beaten up, so goodness knows she couldn't even be one of those. Shamans weren't as disrespected as them, and were still considered useful without them having to use any sort of violence. After all, they did assist the pack. They weren't as useless as an omega.
However, Val did figure that omegas weren't completely useless. She knew that they did all the errands for the other wolves. If they were totally useless, they shouldn't even be in the pack. Therefore, Val still cared for them. As soon as Nero and Chassity would leave, she would bring the omega into the shaman den and do her best to heal the wound... if she survived.

Was it so hard to look away? It was a fight for survival and yet the small fae- at least to him - didn't look away. You are a stupid wolf... he thought to himself at all the hoopla that was going on. The brute was quite honestly stumped, she wouldn't look away and it's not like he could kill her. There was something special about her, she had to either be stupid enough to look him in the eye or some part of her hidden beneath layers of fear was a sliver of a courageous wolf. The light in her eyes dimmed from blood loss which brought him back to the now. He was so tempted to shake his head and tug on her throat, but he knew that if he should he would surely kill her. So instead he unhinged his jaws from her neck and dropped her to the ground. He bit at her muzzle before attempting to stand completely over her body.

He continued to glare at her, if she truly wanted to live she better look away. Black and white fur streaked from Nero's plural vision drawing his attention to the nanny and shaman dog. She was carrying herbs in her mouth so he didn't give her much thought. His attention stayed solely focused onto Fenic, letting go of her muzzle he cuffed one of her ears, drawing blood with his incisors. However, his attention was snagged by Val when she returned with an assortment of herbs. He figured they were meant for the omega. Nero snarled one last time before moving away from the white wolf, never breaking eye contact. He then spoke, "come heal the Omega Val. Don't want her bleeding out, now would we?" Nero gave the omega a wicked smile, showing his bloody teeth, blood that was her owns.


Match Type: Punishment
Attack: Bitting down on Fenics muzzle, neck and ear
Defense: None
Wounds: None
Has Your Full Dodge Been Used?: No

Her legs were shaking, and her vision was blurring out- in fact, Fenic wondered if this was what it felt like to die- feeling the life drain out of you so slowly, with the pain burning into your body as you just waited for it all to go black, for everything to end. This pain, it was too much- and the tundra wolf finally let out a bloodcurdling scream, sick of holding it back in her throat anymore. The she-wolf didn't even notice that Nero let go of her neck, though the throbbing in her muzzle told her he'd bitten that, too- even her ear. The Omega's body hit the camp's floor with a thump, blood slowly trickling out into the stone and dirt as she sobbed pitifully, her cries seeming to fall on deaf ears as she lay helpless, her eyes closing and her mind swirling with sudden thought as everything seemed to fade out, as the world started to burn around her- as everyone's voices started to sound a lot quieter, and it got harder to figure out what everyone was saying. In the middle of all this trauma, the stress got too much for her- Fenic blacked out, went unconscious as she still bled out, her sobbing coming to a stiff stop as she lay there. Still breathing, heart still beating, but she didn't talk, she didn't move- if it wasn't for her pulse, she'd almost look as if she was lifeless.

Match Type: Punishment
Attack: None
Defense: None
Wounds: Large but slightly shallow wound on throat, wounds on right ear and muzzle; all three bleeding
Has Your Full Dodge Been Used?: No

[MATCH END]

Val anxiously watched the two, crouching close to the ground while she waited for the fight to be over. Well, it wasn't much a "fight". It was more of a punishment. Nonetheless, it was one hell of a punishment. 'Hang in there, Fen...' she thought, whining quietly with worry. When Nero had finally released her, the she-dog breathed a sigh of relief. However, that didn't mean that Fenic was alive. She lashed her ears when Nero bit down on the wounded fae's ear and muzzle. When the alpha instructed her to heal the omega, Val nodded, grabbed the herbs, and hurried forward. "Yes, Alpha," she curtly woofed, before noticing that Fenic had stopped sobbing. Rushing up to the wolf, Val quickly felt for a pulse. Finding it, she breathed a sigh of relief. "She's alive. Unconscious from the blood loss..." the shaman murmured, before glancing at her herbs. Quickly, she took the goldrenrod and chewed them. Her ears slightly twitched at their bitter taste, but she quickly then applied the poultice to the neck wound. Huffing, she then got up and headed back into the den. In a hurry, the husky grabbed a few more herbs before heading back out and to the omega's side again. Taking the marigold she gathered, she chewed it into a poultice before applying it to the neck wound. 'Hopefully that'll stop infection from setting in, and put the bleeding to a halt...' Val checked the fae for any more injuries, before wrapping the wound with cobwebs. She then directed her attention to the wounds on the she-wolf's ear and muzzle. They weren't as serious as the neck wound, but they were still bleeding. She applied more of the poultice to them, before sighing and flicking her tail. "Could someone help me move her to my den? It'd be best that she stays there until her neck wound is healed enough," she barked, glancing over the gathered creatures.