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[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----ALL WAS QUIET AS THE NIGHT BREEZE SWEPT ACROSS THE FROZEN LAND OF snow. A round, pale white token hung against the dark velvet pelt across the sky, washing the earth with a moon white gleam, it's color sparkling against the crisp white snow. Naturally, nothing was heard on a night like this. Not even the wind could cause the treetops to rustle and branches to sway and groan. In fact, there were hardly, if not no, treetops to be rustled and played with by the ongoing breeze. The trees, as far as the eye can see, were stripped bare of their bundles, even for the most keenest of eyes, like the pair of sharp golden ones that watched from behind the stone figure of a faun. At first, it would have seemed that the cutting knife-like slits were just hanging in midair. The casual looker might have missed the pointed muzzle, misty puffs that flared from it's nostrils, and furry texture around it. Why? Well, perhaps it was because it's coat was pitch black, blending into the dark, eerie background like the surroundings itself, or just a mere shadow of the statue. It was practically impossible to see, especially in the midst of the night, even though the full moon was out. Now, who's coat, you might ask?

-----LUCRETIA'S CUTTING, YELLOW EYES PIERCED THROUGH THE NIGHT, IT'S SHARP gaze missing nothing before she began slowly paddling onward. And this was naturally why she was put out when the night was it's darkest. Sight was one of Lucretia's biggest advantages. Even in the densest, cloudiest midnight, when the moon was absent to show, Lucretia could see like she would when the sun was gleaming brightly in the sky. So, she ended up as part of the night guard. Sight wasn't the only strength she held. Lucretia has been renowned to excellent in the fields of smell and hearing. And, the she-wolf was definitely not ashamed of vainly bragging about it and showing it off. Why keep her good senses to herself? But although Lucretia feels really proud and honored to be handed the job of guard all night usually, nothing happens during that period. And Lucretia wasn't the type who liked to hang around and chit chat; she wanted action. And, from the way things were looking, being night guard didn't give you that. But, heck no was she going to complain to Maugrim or the Queen. Complaining was a sign of weakness, a dishonor, disobedience, a "cub," and was frowned (or snarled) upon, and although she was pretty confident that no wolf would try to show her up, but it was bad for her reputation.

-----BUT THE UNEVENTFUL NIGHTS HAS MADE HER RESTLESS, AND RESTLESSNESS made her grumpy and ill-tempered. So, it was typical to see a female wolf with a pitch black pelt that marched throughout the Courtyard with a stomp to her step, snarl on her face, and dangerous spark to her eyes. And, it was typical to see that the others, if others were around, would carefully avoid her. Lucretia's bad tempers has gotten her to be unpredictable and nasty, and she could chomp your head off if you tick her off with merely a "good day." As a result, the she-wolf was trampling along the perimeter of the Courtyard, nostrils flaring and piercing eyes flashing grumpily. When she had made another circle around the yard, Lucretia flopped down to the floor, her belly pressing soundly against the greenish-gray stone. She was back at the stone faun. Lucretia observed the statue. Oh, she did this on a daily basis, a mischievous and thrilling glint creeping into her glaring yellow eyes when she got to the faun's face. The creature's expression wasn't as different as all of the others of the Queen's collection: horror. Their stone faces vaguely depicted an expression of horror, but each seem to have their own face of terror; the faun's was her favorite. It was an old male, and he had his arms splayed out in front of him, hand up to his face where Lucretia imagined he thought he could protect himself from the Queen's power. Behind the spread fingers, the faun's eyes were popped wide open, and Lucretia could still picture the sparkle of fear in them, mouth agape, as if to say "no!" Lucretia scanned the frozen figure with a face of amusement, and emitted a hoarse crack of laughter, as if the stone faun was the most funniest thing she's ever seen.

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STATUS • done.
TAGGED • openn !
WORDS • 754.
MOOD • sleepy.
NOTES • wheeeee ! a good post in ages ! -snicker- it's fun being mean. xP i think i'll like lllllucretia. :]

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

Lillian awoke to Lucretia's crack of laughter. Her amber eyes watched as Lucretia scanned her gaze over the faun. Lillian slowly stood up and trotted to another spot in the courtyard. Her silvery-white fur was once again snow-clad so she looked like a giant snowball. Once she stopped near where a cheetah looked as if it was leaping she shook the snow off her pelt. Lillian then admired her handiwork of the cheetah looking like a snowball hit it's face. She laughed softly and continued to what was obviously a lioness. Her ears flopped when she sat down in front of it. She then rolled her eyes. As always. She thought to herself. Lillian continued in her rounds when she spotted the doorway. "End of the round." She whispered. Lillian was almost to her spot when she skidded on the ice and landed on her back. "Shoot!" She woofed again. She stood back up and slid into her pile of snow; hitting her back in the process on a statue. "I'll beat that thing up someday." Lillian growled. She smiled at the thought and lay down.

(( 193 words, I'm tierd. Best post ever! Ouch. Since I normally have short posts. ))

[onan]

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Pale fur ruffled in the evening breeze as it hit the large feline lumbering through the palace gates. It's blue orbs mere slits as it advanced into the palace courtyard that was laced with stone figures. He had seen this place so many times before but each time carried the same result. Pure amusement. 'These statues were once healthy and moving beings of Narnia. Now look at them, even more pathetic than before. Foolish creatures. They dared to stand up against the White Witch and look where it got them.' He thought, a deep purr of amusement resounding from his vocals. The White Witch was a woman who should not be trifled with at all. She held powers that many could not even comprehend and yet many still stood up against her. 'And they will soon join their comrades.'

The sound of laughter at one end of the courtyard caught the large tiger's attention. His round auds perked atop his head. With one simple movement, the tiger's head turned towards the direction of the laughter. He could already guess by the fresh scents on the breeze that there were wolves in the courtyard. There was no doubt that they were the other guards chosen for the night shift, that evening. Curious, the tiger padded forward, stopping in the center of the yard.

"Obviously I am not the only one who finds these statues amusing."
He said, his voice echoing off the icy walls. Blue orbs glinted, spotting one wolf to his right. It wasn't hard to see her against the green tinted stone with her coat as white as the snow. The shadows certainly did not give her very many chances of camoflauge. However, the laughter did not sound from her direction. Blue orbs scanned the area around her before drifting to look towards the left. He could just barely make out the outline of another wolf silouetted against the walls.



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Status: Done
Words: 323
Mood: Calm, a little tired
Notes Woot! Long post! XD

[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----THE SHE-WOLF TWISTED HER HEAD BACKWARD, VERY SLIGHTLY, AND SNORTED when she saw a white-furred creature—a wolf to be exact—flat on it's back. She knew immediately it was Lillian, the young wolf with a slight mental problem, by her scent and color of her fur, which, as far as she knew, no other wolf sported. Lillian was a slender creature with a snow white coat and amber eyes. Lucretia kept her attention on Lillian, her interest on the frozen figure of the faun lost. It was hard to miss her. Against her dark, shadowy surroundings, the younger wolf popped out like the pale, colorless moon in the night sky. Lillian had slammed her back upon a stone statue, and she was quietly growling to it before laying back down. An amused rumble echoed from the black wolf's throat. Lucretia and Lillian had never officially met, as far as she was concerned, but Lucretia could tell that she was an okay creature. Lillian had her problems, a bit nosy, and a little too cheerful for her likes, but Lillian had her ways of making others laugh, and even though it's difficult with Lucretia, she found it somewhat amusing to see the younger wolf's antics.

-----SHE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO TRAIL ON THE THOUGHT BEFORE ANOTHER SCENT reached her sensitive nostrils. Her head whirled to the side, and the scent was blasting at her. She turned just in time to see a rather large, strong-looking tiger approach toward the center of the Courtyard. His pelt was pale white that shined brightly under the bath of the moon's light, arrayed with coal brown strips along his flanks, limbs, and face. The great feline beast commented on the statues, and Lucretia let loose a howl of laughter—which sounded more like a hoarse snarl. She scanned the huge white tiger quickly "Very true, my tiger friend. What pitiful, pathetic, and disobedient fools. Serves them right, if you ask me. Hah! Pitiful they may be, but they still do some good. Their show gives you quite the kick, eh? Keeps the worthy, busy creatures amused." Lucretia wasn't usually this open and joking to others, even her closest "friends," whom are merely acquaintances. But tonight, she was particularly lighthearted and somewhat in a joking mood.

-----AND, LUCRETIA KNEW BETTER THAN TO ANGER THE GREAT WHITE TIGER THAT they called Onan. Well, not that he was tougher and more stronger than she was. Of course not! She was the best, and Onan would be no match for her! But, she knew Onan's powerful strength and sharp, quick mind, and to start a tussle wasn't on her list of plans. And besides, she was too tired from patrol to fight or act any more like her usual self. Lucretia yawned loudly, her mouth gaping open to reveal two rows of razor-sharp teeth and a narrowed, pink tongue that rest at the base of her mouth. A row was aligned along the edge of the top of her mouth and the other along the bottom, all glistening milky white in the moonlight. The black-pelted wolf than rolled over so that she was laying on her back, like Lillian was doing, idly kicking the air with her paws before rolling over again on her flank, yawning once more. She wasn't much of the sociable type, and she wasn't planning on starting a conversation with creatures she hardly even knew, except seen around during guard duty. If either Lillian or Onan wanted a little chit chat, then they have to help themselves to do it.

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STATUS • done.
TAGGED • lillian && onan !
WORDS • 596.
MOOD • distracted.
NOTES • :]] yayayay ! peeps ! ^^ -hugs lillian and aqua- | well, then good for you, lillian ! woooot ! :D

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

"I do quite agree, the statues do give me a laugh." Lillian woofed as she licked her paw. "It is also fun to splat snow on their faces." She added with a laugh. Lillian looked up suddenly. "Do I smell...Kitteh?" She joked as Onan stepped into the scene. "Sorry, dear Onan, it's hard to resist when a feline and a cainine are in the same room." Lillian smiled sweetly. She slowly stood up then once she hit the ice, Lillian slipped then slid on her back into another statue. "Might as well stay on the snow eh?" Her back fur was no longer snow-clad it was only her legs and belly. Lillian shook off the snow on her fur to once again reveal her silvery-white fur. Her amber orbs looked around in case Maugrim popped out of nowhere for she was easily scared by him. "Okay then..." She woofed to herself. Lillian sniffed the air, "Do I smell," She sniffed again. "Blood?" Lillian looked around. She then noticed her left-front paw was bleeding. "Shoot." Lillian stuck it in some snow. She waited for a bit then pulled into out. "Much better." She growled. Lillian sat down on the snow and waited for Lucretia or Onan to do something.

(( Words: 213 Mood: I ate waffles for part of the post. Notes: I AM ACTUALLY STRETCHING TO MY FULL POTENTIAL! YAY! ))

[kovax]

The night was all too quiet for the dark figure that walked across the land's thick blanket of snow. It's freezing temperatures making no threat to the mammal that lurked about in the shadows. Black orbs looked ahead to find the Palace Courtyard along with many stone statues. It had been a long time since the wolverine stepped foot on the White Witch's land. He had been on a little trip for the past few years; a mission of sorts. It was his job to keep and ear out for anything about the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve. However, most of his time was spent exploring the world of Narnia. He didn't find much interest in looking for these children of the prophecy, besides there were others spread out across Narnia with the same mission that he had been given; let them worry about it. It was ridiculous that the Queen was so worried about four children; what could they possibly do to her?

As the dark pelted brute approached the entrance his black optics scanned over the figures that decided to hangout in the Queen's Courtyard. A quiet snarl erupted from his throat as he watched the animals though it was soon quieted as he began to make out the shapes. The creature's eyesight was not the best, but he could see a bright colored wolf and what seemed to be some sort of feline. Another scent was in the air, a second wolf, but wherever the owner was Kovax could not see it. If there were wolves around then the male figured they must be the night guard. What a strange sight to see though; dogs and a cat socializing. Kovax couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the thought as he sprinted a few feet closer to the group. Since his absent, Kovax was sure to be unknown to these new faces for he had been gone many years and the beasts before him still seemed young; their features more clearer now that he was only a few feet away.

Quiet laughter could be heard from behind the group now, it echoed throughout the trees and walls of the Palace as the wolverine emerged from the shadows. "Hah, so the White Witch has hired some pups and a cub to watch her Palace." His voice was hoarse as he spoke with a wide grin plastered on his face. It was very amusing to him to see these young faces in the army, it reminded him of his younger days. When all he wanted to do was be in the action, even though most of the action he had seen had taken place in this very Courtyard. Many brawls were started here from young hot tempered beasts who just couldn't wait to sink their teeth into something. If you even looked at someone wrong something would become of it, at least that's how it was with Kovax. He was a fierce fighter then and still was, but his tactics have changed dramatically.

The brute kept his distance from the trio, walking over to a Hawk statue, and standing beside it. He didn't know these new faces and was unsure about how they would react to his earlier comment, though he could really care less if they took it as a joke or an insult, it was intended to be a bit of both. Black orbs glance over at the young white wolf with her paw in the snow, another short burst of laughter erupting from his throat before speaking. "Pup, how do you plan on surviving in this war when you can't even walk without injuring yourself?" His eyes then glanced over to the large white tiger that stood in the center of the yard. "Now you seem more appropriate for this war." The wolverine chuckled to himself as he looked the feline over. Indeed he was much more fit to fight then the clumsy young she-wolf.

While staring at the two beasts in front of him the third scent ran through the wolverine's nostrils again; he had almost forgot about the one he could not see. Small black eyes slowly glanced around the Court until he found golden orbs staring from the shadows. It was another female wolf from the smell of it; a dark furred one. From the look of it she seemed tired; her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Figures. About to fall asleep on the job. A lot seemed to have change in his absents. It seemed they let just about anyone join the White Witch's army these days. Kovax stood with a smug grin on his face as he looked at each young face again. The fact that more were joining the fight was exciting to him. It seemed that the wolverine had returned at the perfect time. Queen Jadis was building her army for something.

[Lillian]

"Codswallop." Lillian growled. "I just have problems on the ice." She examined her injured paw. "And I am not a pup. I am simply a youngling; which I define as no longer a pup." Lillian glared at Kovax angerly. Some snow suddenly plopped on top of her. Her mood suddenly brightened. "Lovely." Lillian woofed as she was playing around with the snow. "And dear Queen Jadis maybe hopes I shall learn discipline from Maugrim. She practically saved me from death at such an early age." As she said 'such an early age' she moved her head forward, backward, left and right while looking at Kovax. "Pardon me, but what is your name?" Lillian slowly inquired. She suddenly turned her head to Onan mouthing, 'Who is this guy anyway?' Lillian then turned her head back to Kovax.

(( Words: 136
Muse: I nearly ran out don't make me post again.
Notes: I posted 349 words today. I'll try to make that 500 words. ))

[onan]

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Blue orbs turned on the clumsy white wolf, Lillian. Her awkward antics on the ice were rather amusing, to say the least. Her paws clearly had little to no traction on the frozen water, which was plain to see each time she moved. 'Training her has to be tough on dear, old Maugrim. Her coordination on the ice is quite pathetic. But I'm sure Maugrim will get her whipped into shape...eventually.' He thought lightly shaking his massive head. "Maybe for you Lillian but I find no amusement in being in the same room as a canine."

Round audits turned as a hoarse laughter echoed from the dark she-wolf. Onan's head swiveled to the left to look at her once more. Her figure not as difficult to locate as when he first entered the courtyard. Unlike Lillian, she seemed much more graceful on the frozen terrain. She was clearly older than the white wolf, giving her more experience with walking on ice. He took note of her golden orbs, going through his memory for a name to connect with the dark she-wolf. '...I am positive that she is Lucretia.' "Yes, pathetic indeed." He replied, picking up on a new scent.

Optics once more drifted to the white Lillian. The scent of blood was floating from her and it was definately fresh. When she lifted a paw, he could just barely make out an injury on it. One of her accidents had left a nice cut in her left forepaw. 'And the statues strike back.' She had already collided with a few of the stone figures, perhaps the cut might teach her to be more careful. Although the cut didn't appear to be anything major so it probably wouldn't effect the way she moved around. 'She will learn sooner or later.'

A slight breeze picked up, blowing an unfamiliar scent into the courtyard. Onan's nostrils flared as he picked up on the odor. He had never smelt anything like it before. There was definately the scent of Narnia on whatever is was but there was a distinct aroma that he could not recognize. Curious, he turned to inspect the being getting closer. This creature was dark in color with noticeably lighter markings on his pelt. A hushed laughter emitting form his throat. Onan's orbs narrowed into a glare. "I am no cub." He growled in reply to the creatures comment. The rumble resounding from his throat soon died as the creature said he was suited to be involved with the war. 'At least he knows what he's talking about.' He thought observing the brute some more. 'I have heard of his kind before. A wolverine, I believe. I haven't seen one before, most of the wolverines in the army are sent off to do the witch's bidding. At least I believe they are or they keep to themselves. Both are highly probable.' Onan glanced to the side to look at Lillian for a moment. Just as he was about to turn his attention back to the wolverine, Lillian looked right at him and mouthed something. From the looks of it, she wanted to know who this fellow was. He wasn't sure himself so he had no answer for her. Optics resting on the wolverine once more.

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Status: Done
Words: 552
Mood: 'Content'
Notes *hugs Rosie back* :3

[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----LILLIAN WAS CLUMSY TO THE POINT THAT IT MADE THE DARK-FURRED WOLF laugh haughtily at her antics as she laid on the cold stone, paws tucked under her lightly snow-encrusted belly. But she found it more amusing because of the injury on Lillian's left forepaw, in which you could easily see the cut and red blood against her silvery white fur. It was a twisted sense of humor, but Lucretia had always found it funny when others made complete idiots of themselves and got hurt. However, she couldn't hold that against her, for Lillian was sliding here and there and colliding against probably every statue in the Courtyard, and Lucretia couldn't help but feel pity for the white-pelted wolf. But it was just so funny. Even so, it was sorry to see how undisciplined and uncoordinated Lillian was. Lucretua fleetingly thought about how long has the younger wolf been in the force. By the looks of it, it must have been only recently. She knew how well Maugrim frowned upon lack of strength and whatnot, and he wouldn't be too pleased if one couldn't even stand upright on frozen water. But if she knew Maugrim, chief of the Secret Police, he'll get her straight before long.

-----BEFORE SHE GOT TO DWELL FURTHER ON THE SUBJECT, A NEW SCENT REACHED her nose. It wasn't exactly a new scent, as in, it wasn't new to her anyway. Wolverine. She's been exploring around and about Narnia, and crossing paths with a wolverine wasn't rare. Winter seemed to be their favorite season. She knew it was there before he spoke. A dark-furred creature, with a coat of a lighter shade than her's, advanced toward the entrance of the Courtyard and stopped at the stone figure of a hawk. His voice echoed throughout the castle walls and trees. He made a comment that was suppose to be joking in some ways, but Lucretia took it as a pure, direct insult. Lucretia, a very egoistic creature and would jump to rip your head off if you pull a funny remark with her, slowly got to her feet, a low growl ripping from her throat and her pitch black pelt bristling. She took a slow step forward and bared her teeth defensively, the white, razor-sharp fangs glimmering. "What did you say, you undersized bear? Calling me a cub?" she snarled, slowly advancing forth, her claws unsheathing.

-----JUST WHO DOES THIS BRUTE THINK HE IS, BARGING UP ON THEM AND MAKING rude comments... about her! Lucretia made a careful turn, like a predator circling its prey. Thanks to this idiot, her temper had quickly erupted like an active volcano. Just like that. And no way would she let him slide without a fight. Typically no one who had dared insulted her, or called her so much as a cub, lived to tell the tale... or lived without at least a one or two bones unattached. As she circled, Lucretia brushed past Lillian, moving around the snow white puff of fur, ignoring her and Onan completely, her main focus on the newcomer. Who does he really think he is? And does he have a clue as to who she was, how short her temper was, or what she could do to him just by saying that? Another high-pitched snarl clawed its way out of her throat. "Well," she thought to herself, yellow eyes glittering, "he asked for it, and I'll show him about who the heck he chose to deal with."

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STATUS • finished.
TAGGED • lillian && onan && kovax.
WORDS • 582.
MOOD • hungry.
NOTES • yay ! more for tez party ! :]

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

Lillian's amber eyes widened. Insults to Lucretia, were a definite no-no. She knew that no one did believe her about how she joined the Witch. But mostly, she was frustrated that barely anyone took her seriously. Luckly, some snow plopped on top of her again before she would lunge at Kovax for his deliberate insult; for she respected Lucretia more then anyone... Well, except for Maugrim and the White Witch. Her head suddenly popped out of the snow. "And," Lillian added. "My partial blindness has left me uncoordiated. Which leaves my paws to do part of the seeing. And that is difficult to achieve without slipping." Lillian's anger was growing and she was losing much paientice with Kovax. Her anger suddenly vanished as if someone told her to stop. Lillian slowly padded back to her spot and lay down, ready just to watch the fighting.

(( Words: 143 I am nearly museless. ))

[kovax]

Beady black eyes focused on the young white she wolf that was now glaring at their owner. He couldn't help but give another husky chuckle to the fae. "Problems on the ice? Hah, poor Maugrim must be having the time of his life training you, pup." Sarcasm was thick as he spoke to the clumsy wolf; her antics are what caused the wolverines insults. She had to toughen up for this war and soon or else she would be ripped apart before it even really began. Suddenly, a pile of snow fell on top of the silvery wolf's head; causing her attention to switch from Kovax to the white substance. "I too hope you learn from Maugrim or else you'll end up dead. This war is no place for little puppies who like to play in the snow, but you will learn soon." The wolverine's tone of voice turned serious as he spoke for he was no longer trying to insult the young fae, he only spoke the truth to her no matter how mean it sounded. "My name is Kovax and I have been it this army long before any of you were even born. So if you want to live you might want to toughen up sweetheart." A fake little smile crossed his lips as he spoke the last word. Even though most would find her clumsiness some what funny, Kovax saw it as in insult to the force. Play time should be left for the children that stay hidden, away in their safe little homes, not for the warriors that are out in the field fighting to keep it forever Winter.

The wolverine's gaze turned to the the large white tiger who spoke next; growling in between his words. "To me, you are, feline. Merely because of age difference, but as I said you are much more fitted for this war. Physically and mentally it seems. So I guess I take back my earlier insult." His black lips pulled up at one side as he bowed his head slightly to the white cat. These new faces seemed to have very short tempers, it almost made Kovax burst into laugher once more, but he decided it best to clam these young ones down. No need to make a ruckus this late at night, especially right outside of the Queen's Palace. He was only having a bit of fun with them, though none of them seemed to pick up on that. Kovax wasn't worried about it though, it was more fun when they retaliated, and he knew he could easily take on a wolf if either one got too hot tempered. He was remarkably strong for his size and they were not much bigger then him. The tiger he was unsure about, but it seemed he cooled down soon after his little growls.

The black haired female was next to speak up; her temper was the worst of them all. She had gone all out with her retaliation; standing up, fur bristling, growling, and teeth bare. Kovax's small laugh returned as he looked the female over. She too seemed more fit then the white wolf; the wolverine could not see her physical features before, but they were more defined as she approached him. Though she looked to be a slender female, Kovax could see the hidden strength in her body. So it seemed that he was wrong in his earlier insult on two parts; both the tiger and dark haired wolf were meant for this war, but the white fae was not. Kovax would have also apologized to the black fae as he did the tiger, but her temper made him chose otherwise. "I believe I called you a pup." He snarled back as she slowly advanced forward. It seemed this fae wanted a fight; something the wolverine wasn't particularly looking for. A direct attack wasn't really his style of battle, he was more of the ambush type. "I also believe you should cool that hot head of yours. Rash decisions are foolish ones." As he spoke he slowly placed himself beside a thick barren tree; ready to escape the ground at any moment if needed.

Kovax payed no attention to the white dame; she was not important to him right now. His black beady eyes glared at the black furred female circling him, though he never let her get behind him. She was always in his sight as she slowly moved around. If she did attack him then he would have no choice but to fight back; he would leave her a scar or two to remind her of her foolish mistake. Kovax knew his own strength and knew that he wasn't the strongest in Narnia, but dealing with this she-wolf shouldn't be that big of a problem. His white teeth glimmered in the moon light as he widened his mouth more; making all his teeth present. His stocky body tensed up, showing his many hidden muscles underneath his thick fur. The wolverine hadn't had a decent fight in many years, maybe this young female would finally give him one.

Status; Done
Word Count; 849
Muse; Great!
Mood; Just woke up; tired.
Notes; Um the posting order is confusing me. So it should now be Lucretia, Lillian, Kovax, then Onan right?

[onan]

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Blue optics settled to look at the wolverine as he spoke to Lillian. From the wolverine's body language, he disliked the clutsy, young wolf. Her inexperience was disdainful but she wasn't that bad. Once Maugrim got ahold of her, she would be much more suited for the army, and the war. Until that time came, everyone would just have to deal with her clumsiness.

Round audits perked as the wolverine, called Kovax, addressed him. The sound of the wolverine's voice never wavered as he spoke, proving that he meant his words. "It's not very much of an insult when you put it that way." He replied. He had never thought of it that way. The wolverine was undoubtedly older than himself, which would give the wolverine reason to call him a cub. So his hostility towards the wolverine was uncalled for.

A low growl sounded behind him, making his head whip back to look at Lucretia. Without a second glance, it was clear that the wolverine had struck a nerve within her. Lucretia was the sort that took most jokes seriously, especially when they were directed at her. Her short-temper made her a creature that you did not want to mess with during any time of the day. Which was a reason he normally kept his mouth shut around others in the White Witch's army. A short-temper was common amonst the masses.

"Although I know I cannot change your mind, it might not be wise to start a fight. Especially at this time of the night, Lucretia." He said as the she-wolf closed the distance between herself and Kovax. "Is it really worth it?" He questioned making sure to put some distance between himself and the bitter duo.

Onan padded backwards, being sure to avoid any of the statues. Once he came to the side of a large centaur, he came to a halt. He flopped down on the ground, throwing up snow. 'It should be safer up here. If this gets too bloody, I might have to step in. But for now, I will keep my distance.'

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Status: Done
Words: 349
Mood: Bouncy :3
Notes :3 Lucretia, Lillian, Kovax, Onan. That order seems alright.

[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----AS SOON AS THE FIRST WORDS INTENDED FOR HER EMITTED FROM KOVAX'S mouth Lucretia let loose a hair-raising snarl. She had to refrain her betraying paws from springing forth and just rip of the wolverine's head. Her piercing golden eyes bore into that of Kovax's, a cutting, marble black. She stood in a rigid stance, hindquarters raised in the air, tail flicking back and forth slowly, and claws gripping the ground just in case her muscles flung themselves into the air. The thought that Kovax was much older than she and Onan had never occurred to her either, but it wasn't going to. Once she made up her mind to kill someone, it's made, even if it was a simple mistake. The black wolf was no longer paying attention to Lillian and her clumsiness, of which Kovax was showing his disdain for. Lucretia thought back over her little mistake. A little too distracted by the insult the other creature threw at her, she had spoken almost mindlessly, making a tiny mistake that Kovax only made worse. She hissed menacingly, "Hah! Aren't you a clever little brute." Lucretia wasn't in the mood for games and chat, and she was a quick-minded and smart creature, but she didn't ace with witty comebacks, since her claws and teeth usually took care of that.

-----SHE ALMOST COMPLETELY IGNORED ONAN WHEN HE SUGGESTED THAT IT WAS not a smart move to start a tussle. And, in some ways, he had a point. Actually, it was what he said last. Who was Kovax trying to kid? He wasn't worth her time, energy, and, yes, claws' honor; they only tore upon worthy her worthy opponent's flesh. Kovax was definitely not one of them. Boastfully, Lucretia added to herself that she was the best, and ripping out the wolverine's insides out was going to be easy... not to mention a waste of time. Plus, she was exhausted. After a day of roaming the snow-encrusted ground, she didn't feel like ruining her only rest hour. Still, she's never get off Kovax's back after calling her a cub—pup. "We could just be hardcore hate..." she thought bitterly. Fighting against her will, Lucretia had to peel her claws from the stone ground and slowly move backward, eyes pierced into Kovax's; she didn't dare turn her back on him. If she knew wolverines, they are backstabbing—literally—and sneaky brutes. She halted back at the statue of the fawn and slowly got to the ground again, tucking her paws under her chest, the golden slits still focused on her newly made enemy.

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STATUS • finished.
TAGGED • lillian&&onan&&kovax.
WORDS • 431.
MOOD • sleepy... and museless.
NOTES • that should work. ^^ i was a bit confuzzed there too. xP | ugh ! my worst post here. DDx -headdesk-

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

Lillian rolled her eyes in disgust. "Well then, dear Kovax I trust you're here for a purpose? Or to deliver a message to her majesty?" She raised an eyebrow. Surely, Kovax woun't be here for no reason. "I do try to please her, but I always do something stupid." Lillian suddenly got an idea. She stood up bonking her head on another statue but didn't make a comment on it. Lillian then pushed some snow into a pile the formed it into a wall. "At dawn," She evaluated. "If the sun comes out, there will be a lovely rainbow for all to see." Lillian shook her head. "Ah well." She woofed as she trotted over to the lioness and kicked some snow into it's face. Lillian pulled her lips back into a wolfy grin. "Ha." Lillian muttered to herself. She howled to the sky, "Snow is so lovely!" Lillian pranced around. She broke into a chorus of some song. "You say we're not responsible but we are!" Lillian stopped suddenly. "Sorry. I got carried away." She grinned. Lillian ran half-way back to her sleeping spot before she purposely slid on her back the other half. "Whee!" She turned and turned before she flopped on the ground.

(( Words: 212 Mood: Crapy I barfed up my waffles. Notes: Sorry I didn't post on Saturday I couldn't get time to post! And I don't post on sunday. ))

[kovax]

Large sharp black claws dug into the cold solid ground beneath the beast. The smug female that was circling him made the wolverine's blood boil. The brute hadn't felt this way in years, he felt so ruthless right now, and wished so badly to know the taste of the fae's blood. He could see it in his head now how he would kill her. One dark icy night she would be out on guard duty again, but this time alone and he would be waiting for her. Hidden high above in a tree is where he would be, ready to pounce on the pesky female and snap her spine right in half. He would look down at her broken body with his wide smug grin he always wore and she would know who the superior predator was. Then, he would rip out her throat and leave her remains for the buzzards to feed on as he sprinted away laughing joyfully. Oh how delightful it would make him feel to have that happen. She wouldn't know what hit her, one minute she would be alive and the next begging for death until it came to her.

Small round ears swiveled toward the white tiger as he spoke; snapping the wolverine out of his dark desires and a small nod following, but eyes still focusing on the female wolf circling him. It seemed that this feline was indeed the calmest of the trio and the wisest. Kovax could see from the corner of his beady eyes that the tiger's gaze had turned to the female as he tired to convince her that this fight was unnecessary. "Smart cat. You should listen to him canine." Although the beast wanted to say so much more to the mutt he reluctantly held his tongue. He knew insulting her more would only flare up her temper even more. The brute's eyes stayed glued to her dark frame, only moving slightly to watch the white tiger pad away a safe distance from the altercation.

The she-wolf then let out a menacing snarl; trying to hold herself back from attacking the wolverine. Kovax put one large paw forward and snarled back at the vixen; glaring back with his cold black narrowed eyes. His little correction had made her become even more enraged, the brute couldn't help it though. A small snicker escaped his maw as he spoke, "No comment, she-wolf. We wouldn't want that volcano inside of you to erupt." The words flowed smoothly from his black lips; black bushy tail flicking slightly. He saw that the tiger's words were finally beginning to seep into th fae's thick skull; her hostile pose loosening. Unwillingly she unclenched the frozen ground beneath her and backed away from the wolverine, never taking her golden eyes off of him. As she settled into the snow, tucking her paws securely underneath her chest, Kovax relaxed his body as well.

Detesting optics never left the figure of the dark furred canine until they unintentionally turned to the direction in which their owner's name was being called from. It was the white dame again; talking to much. For someone who knew so little this young one sure had a mouth on her. "Dear pup," He mocked. "My business with the Queen is none of your concern. Keep to your duties and I'll keep to mine." The brute's mood was a little thrown off by the outburst that just pasted minutes ago. His blood was still heated from the altercation; taking a deep breath he tired to level his mind out again. "Maybe you should stop trying to please the Witch then and just do as you're told. It's easier to follow directions rather then thinking up some ridiculous scheme to try and impress her." Smooth his voice was once more; optics now looking at the white dame who just crashed into another statue. Black eyes rolled back at the creature's antics; prancing around the court, singing, and playing in the snow. Such a foolish creature this wolf was.

Feeling safer now that everyone was settled down, the wolverine returned next to the stone hawk and sat his rump down next to it; black orbs keeping an eye on all three figures while not resting on a specific beast. "So I have given you the pleasure of introducing myself, would any of you like to do the same?" Even though the brute could care less about the trio he thought it best to be able to place names with faces. The white feline was the most appealing creature to him right now. Strong frame and strong mind; getting on the cat's good side might prove useful in the near future. An asset to his survival in this war.

Status; Finished.
Word Count; 789.
Muse; Great!
Mood; Awake.
Chat; I love playing a meanie <3 And now he has his first enemy x3