The Suffocating heart -breathes-

[Clif]

"Well if you collect information, then you're a spy. You can't be let go then," Chancol said, waiting for the sneasel's reaction.

[fya]

ooc: Shit sorry....^^; someone else must have just created a zangoose...I'm getting all confuzzled, sorry!

ic: "Yeah," said the poochyena. "You're a spy." He flipped his bangs back again. They'd come back over his eyes and annoyed him like that. He didn't know who the charmander was, but whoever he was, he was smart enough.

[Clif]

Chancol walked to the side, making it seem like he was just stretching his legs, but he was really trying to prevent the sneasel from escaping in that direction.

[wynnyelle]

" don't worry, you can just stay with us and learn allll about how we do things." Raker knew how to arrest someone and force them to stay with the pack. It was something he'd been trained to do.

[MorriganFearn]

"Of course, I'm a spy, you dunce," Ianoi snapped angrily, her brown eyes watching the charmander be "oh-so-subtle" about blocking off her escape route. "Up until a few hours ago I was one of the Shadowlord's best."

Okay, little, major white lie there. But she had been a member of the spies and scouts. Well, in training to be one, anyway. But the Shadowlord had known her. Well, known about her. Well, known about her parents. Well, known about the sneasels in his Horde. Well, maybe known about sneasels in general. She felt even smaller than usual, and very alone.

(('S okay ^^. I went into a ramble comparing sneasels to zangoose a while back.))

[wynnyelle]

" Ah, one of the Shadowlord's best just walked along and right into our group pell-mell without any plans or anything. How about that." Raker grinned toothily. He wondered offhand whether he could produce babies with a sneasel. Probably he could, and probably he'd find out.

[MorriganFearn]

Ianoi did not like that grin, any more than she liked his comment. The claws on her left hand slid out, as she move'd lower to the ground, her fur bristling in a pathetic attempt to make herself seem bigger. "Keep talking Mister, and I'll show you how a fast ice type can disembowel a slow fire type. Especially one that evolved far too early, and can't even protect a pack of puppies."

[fya]

"Don't call him that," snapped Dalla, dropping into a fighting crouch. She'd grown to like Raker and knew that although he could take care of himself, they'd do a lot better together. Her golden rings glowed extremely bright to show her anger. "We could all crunch your bones to pieces with ease," she growled.

Ok so it was a lie. They probably couldn't deal with the sneasle spy that fast. But Raker was bigger. And there were a lot more of them. Her, Raker, and Kiara. Then the charmander. And then the group of kits and puppies. And if need be, there was Marcol and Harcus. She knew the zangoose brothers wouldn't want another bitchy competitor around.

Marcol heard the commotion coming from the direction Raker and his crew had set off. The evil zangoose slunk closer and saw the sneasle. He smirked and thought of what a sneasle/zangoose would look like. She looked like she had a good mean attitude too. But two of his kind never got a long. His kind being the snappy leaders that had all the comebacks and clever plans.

[wynnyelle]

" Like it's my duty to protect these puppies?" said Raker. " I only just happened upon them shortly before you did. At least I had the courage to show my face rather than hide in the bushes. Are you challenging me?"

[Clif]

Chancol smirked at the sneasel, it reminded him of how Scrappy just got his ass hauled off to the dungeons. "Raker does have a point there, were you too afraid to show your face? Cause if you were one of Shadowlord's 'best' then what the fuck were you doing spying on your allies?" he chuckled.

[MorriganFearn]

"As if I would want to lead a pack," the sneasel sneered. "Especially one made up of puppies with two zangoose bullies taking their pick of what they enjoy when they're bored. I'd do a worse job than you're doing now. I know where my talents lie. I'm just telling you to leave me alone, and if you don't then it's your guts on the ground. The same goes for anyone who tries to get rough with me."

The small sneasel breathed out. This was really pushing her luck. If it was night she could be gone in a faint attack, and they'd never find her. She wanted to be in a pack for the security it could give, but this one would be far, far too dangerous. As soon as she got out of this mess she would have to find a new pack quickly. Way too many people had noticed her for anonimity to work as a disguise any more.

[fya]

"Oh yeah right," growled Dalla angerly. Little bitch. "Why should we leave you alone? Do you go and leave little bastards that slink around in the bushes watching alone? I doubt it. But then, you wouldn't know because you are that little bastard slinking around in the bushes and thinking you're the queen of everything. Excuse me, the queen of your world. Which is nothing but spying on others so that you can figure out what they're doing and then drive them insane. I don't like cats. And I'll teach you a lesson if you don't quit foolin' with us."

She'd gone a little overboard there. She didn't like cats. She hated the zangoose brothers and now she hated the stupid sneasel. Natural, though, she was a dog. A dog of the night just as the sneasel was a cat of the night. She wouldn't be tricked easily. But maybe she'd said too much since their party wasn't the strongest. Kiara hardly counted as more than the pups, since she too was young and hadn't had much training. But the vulpix had something in her. And they'd have to train it out of her.

[MorriganFearn]

"Don't you call me a cat, you moth-eaten were-rabbit!" Ianoi hissed, her long grey ear flicking in annoyance. "You're talking to a weasel, one that doesn't like being pushed around. I ended up in your little "pack" by accident, and now that I've seen how pathetic it is I've been trying to get out of your neighborhood, and preferably up wind, of the lot of you. You're the ones that have been fooling with me, and guess what? I want to stop that."

Her eyes tried to follow the movement of all around her. Leaving the safety of the rock had been a major tactical error on her part, Ianoi realized. At least there she could put her back to something.

Whatever she did, here she couldn't run. More than half were dogs. Fast as sneasel were they couldn't out run a full (if young) pack with a hunter's blood lust in their noses. And she had seen one of the zangoose duo start to edge closer to the comotion she was causing. She was far too young to even attempt to outrun a zangoose. Even if she made it to a tree, which the dumb dogs couldn't climb, he'd be able to. Talk about up shit creek without a paddle.

Her only hope was that if it did come to physical violence (please no, she'd be dead within a minute) they'd come at her one at a time where she could use her superior speed to knock a few heads together to make them understand why she should be left alone. But there was a reason that a pack was a pack. They fought together. Unless she managed to insult someone so badly that they'd have to fight her one on one to save face, she was up that creek without a paddle.

She was in so over her head she could see the fraligators above her.

((Ah, the joys of bonding together to form a terrifying force that will strike fear into the heart of all. Or just the joys of fighting amongst yourselves for the proper position. ^^ Sorry it took me so long to reply. I got sucked into a murder mystery when I went down to get a drink...))

[wynnyelle]

" A weasel, eh?" Raker grinned. " Quite a feline-looking weasel but if you prefer I'll call you that...weasel. Now I may tolerate cats, but I -prey- on weasels." Raker licked his lips and his sharp teeth.

[MorriganFearn]

Damnit. Why did dogs have to come in more than one? She was going to talk herself into someone's belly tonight if they kept up this bait and switch tactic. Perhaps time for something slightly different.

"Well, no wonder you look so lost and act so stupid, then. You've been eating anyone who could tell you what's clear to a blind spinark, and yet has failed to pentetrate your double skulled head," okay, maybe she should tone it down on the insults a little. While they were fun, that wouldn't get them to listen to her.

"You have a pack, right? Are you going to stick close to the fortress? Where's your prey going to come from? The prisons? The stronger packs will have already taken control, and are probably breeding a new generation now. Are you going to eat each other to survive? Where are you going to get water? Don't know if it's escaped your notice, houndumb, but there aren't too many clear streams and limpid pools here abouts.

"You need to be out claiming territory, and getting yourself established before the other packs realize that it's not so cushy here as they thought, and they start snapping up all the good spots. That's more important than picking on little old me for just doing what I always do."

[Clif]

Chancol couldn't really figure out what point this sneasel was trying to make. "Then why don't we make a meal out of you since 'we are running out of prey," the charmander laughed.

He took a few steps forward, giving a devilish grin.

[MorriganFearn]

Small though Ianoi was she was bigged than the charmander. Just. But it was time to make a point. She zipped around the dark green lizard, and held two claws to his throat, pressing into the still forming scales on his neck.

"'Cause Iguana-boy, you won't have the time to."

Please let this work, the internal, sensible, part of her prayed.

[wynnyelle]

" I love it," said Raker, shaking his head and grinning. " The cat tells me how to claim territory. You sure sound like you don't know your way to the nearest stream or that -I- slake my thirst on BLOOD. And as for the prisons, nah I'd rather find prey up here. And there's no easy territory for the taking here--the Horde shares the whole Fortress. We -own- all of Erymire, really." He trotted off, taking the pups and kits with him. " Come on, we're going to hunt."

[Clif]

"Then burn..." his tailflame flared up, if the sneasel was behind, then his flame should be able to seriously burn the pokemon that was threatening him.

[MorriganFearn]

"Fuck!" Ianoi snarled as she staggered backwards, lifting her claws from his throat.

She just had to pick on a fire type -- rather, she just had to pick on one that flamed at both ends. The scent of scorched fur rose from her stomach, even overriding the normal heavy musk that was a weasel's lot in life. It took all her will power not to curl up on the ground right there, shaking from the pain. As it was, sweat broke out on the ice-type, and she breathed heavily, trying to set herself beyond the agony.

"Right, you've made your point. Happy, Flametail?"

She pointedly ignored Raker's call to the hunt. It would be a canine hunt anyway. While she enjoyed meat as much as the next carnivore, eggs were her secret delight, and this was the one time of year when they were aviliable. She was going to find the nearst tree, and slaughter all the birds she could find just to get at their eggs.

[wynnyelle]

ooc: Sneasels are really treated as cats here, but whatever. ^_^

ic: Raker turned around and saw the two of them in the throes of battle. He considered intervening, which would have killed the sneasel quickly enough, but he decided to see who won. If Chancol couldn't defend himself against this worthless cat then he wasn't worth defending.

[Clif]

Chancol chuckled, "Wanna try it again?" he asked, ready to fight. Flames gathered at the edge of his mouth, his body in a more prepared stance.

[fya]

Dalla was enjoying herself. The charmander kid gave her a good laugh. She grinned at Raker. "Yeah lets leave the charmander to have that kitty. Cats don't have much good meat on 'em anyway." She knew that as a fact. She'd eaten a zangoose kit in her lifetime. Not one by Marcol or Harcus, hell no. Or..it could have been, her parents had caught it for her when she was a pup.

Chyna grinned at Chancol and the pale yellow charmander edged closer. Her blue eyes twinkled with delight.

[Clif]

Chancol returned Chyna's grin with one of his own, glad to have impressed Chyna. Or at least he hoped he did, a little at least.

[fya]

Chyna saw Chancol grin and kept her grin on. She stretched and arm and waited to see what the weasel-cat did.

[-Legendary-]

[purple](( Ahhh i missed so much!))

So much had happene din so little time. But Kiara breathed it in liek it was nothing. New pokemon, fighting. But mostly chaos reeked the air. And Kiara enjoyed that stench. The stench of chaos. Eyes flickered back nad forht as the Sneasle and Charmander battled. The ice type didnt stand a chance. A slow and steady grin pulled across her maw. Oh how badly she wanted to join int he mayhem. claws surled and scrapped at the dirt in anticipation. when would it be her turn?? Would she ever have a turn? Amethyst orbs burned deep with an emptiness. HTey flickered towards Raker, then Ralla, then pups, then they finally were laid to rest upon the two Zangooses. She admired their evilness but despised them so. But still al strange longing swelle dup inside her. One she could not explain. She forced her eyes away. they then looked back the the battle in front of her. "Cocky little btich," she grolwed under her breath. She then glanced at Dalla. SHe had never had a kit before, but she ahd heard they weren't to speacial. But there was allways just the joy of killing an innocent, little, helpless being. [/purple]

[fya]

Dalla noticed Kiara growling under her breath. The umbreon had noticed that the vulpix was a pretty quiet one. Lots of thinking, it looked like to her. Not a bad thing. "Yeah," she grunted back as they moved away from the fight to go hunting. She longed to see the charmander kid kill the sneasel, but Raker was right, they needed to hunt and that sneasel would barly be a meal for the two charmanders. No where near enough meat for three adult dogs and a bunch of annoying kids.

[wynnyelle]

" I want to see whether Chancol can kill her," said Raker. " Or make her give up. Then maybe I can have some fun with her in the dungeons."

[fya]

Dalla laughed. "Good idea." The umbreon continued to watch the charmander and sneasel, hoping it'd be a bloody outcome and leave the weasel half dead. Then they could do the other half.

[Clif]

Chancol yawned. "Dead or Alive?" he asked everyone, having a pretty good feeling that he could do either choice. He was waiting for the sneasel to move, "So, you gonna go?" the charmander asked.