{Posts}

Strength lies not in Defence but in Attack

They were not amused, not one of them was amused; to descend from the Cliffs, only to find vermin on their doorstep! Angered by his inability to aid his kingdom, Wulf had decided upon a less violent plan. He wouldn't shout out a challenge or cry his call of defense. He would show the Unicorns to not mess with his home, and give them something to think about. Something that they wouldn't forget so soon. With his eyes dark and blazing in his skull, he moved across Isilme - like a wolf pack they came, six figures cutting across the land. Three winged, three earth-bound, but what they shared, was anger. The white one led, the dusted ones followed. Adalwulf, Gideon, Gunslinger. Mayhem written upon their faces, in their tracks.

Slowly, the landscape changed, going from the endless grassy plains of central Isilme to the tropical forest bordering the silver beach. Malice gleamed in Wulf's eyes as he halted before this magnificent forest, the source of shade and food for the detestable Unicorns. Sour poison developed in his mouth, bitter in taste and hot. The white warrior raised his head. The beach was empty, many of the inhabitants fighting in his precious Valley; they left their throats bared. And he would slit them while they slept. "They will learn to not mess with us," he snarled into the silence of the deep night. "We will give them something to think about." A repeat of his earlier words, but he cared not; they were going through his head, spinning around and igniting his blood lust.

The sky above was clear, star-bright and cold. No rain would dampen their destructive spirits, no rain would put out the fire of their wrath. A bright crescent moon accompanied by stars and swirls of high cirrus clouds were the only witnesses to their villainous deed. Adalwulf smiled, pleased by this setting, pleased by the absence of light; their fire would carry far. The stretch of silver sand between the ocean and the trees, would ensure a relatively dry forest, which would ignite easier than a wet one. And he, he had the means to make the fire rather explosive and sudden. With a rumbling laugh, he stepped forth, eying the forest. "Gunslinger, feel free to do whatever pleases you. Gideon, well, don't get caught in the fire. Try to make Carnelian start here, and move outwards to help the fire along. I'll take the left flank. Don't get caught in it, either of you." And with those words, he knew that the first task of his duty would be to drool on these trees, and drool a lot. It would feel quite the odd thing, to walk around on Nepdon's beach, drooling on his trees, but hells! The situation required it, and the result would be pleasing, to say the least.

With the bitter taste strong in his mouth, he moved into the forest. New leaves were coated in his harsh, scalding poison, trunks smeared, the ground spat upon; he turned back, out of the forest, wanting to be clear of it before Nidhöggr gave his explosions life. Calmly, he emerged again, and the Green dragon dived in. Her large wings were hampered by the tight, jungle-like forest, and so she had to fly using all of her skill. With a serious of quick maneuvers, she came to a tree marked as his starting point; he had spat on the ground beneath it, as well as smeared poison on its trunk. From there, the fire would easily spread. Nidhöggr laughed a dragon's laugh, her eyes dark purple. Her jaws opened, and a centered stream of fire blasted from her mouth. As it touched his poison, it exploded and burned, igniting the poison on the trunk. The slim tree burst open, scattering, throwing burning pieces everywhere; the dragon laughed, swooped up above the crowns, and flew over them, her fire streaking their tops.

Outside the forest, Wulf stood, the red flames reflected on his sacred hide and in his devilish eyes. "Mess with fire you get burned, Nepdon," he said into the suddenly bright night, laughing as the fire spiraled higher.

[ first posts reserved for Gideon and Gunslinger. Yes we are sabotaging your forest D: speaking of that, I have no idea what the forest looks like, how large it is, or what it's made of. aaaannd well it's still only a small piece of it burning~ the plotting for this act will soon be revealed, so no worries ^^' but yeah once Gun and Gid have posted, feel free to join ~ unless you're fighting in the Valley, because this happens kinda simultaneously ^^ ]

A d a l w u l f

They left the Valley and walked over the big lands of Isilme. To the south they headed with burning hearts and dark anger. This is war… The old warrior walked calmly, slightly limping, but his eyes were directed forward and they showed no sign of pain. He held his head high, proud and strong. Carnelian sailed next to his head on the soft winds. Her slim body shivered with excitement and she wished they could move faster. Her patient bonded sent her calm feelings, but she still could not wait for the fun to begin.

The dark night would soon be washed away by new light, and it would not be from the sun. They reached the forest and Gideon came to a halt next to Adalwulf. He nodded slowly, accepting the orders and gave Carnelian a nudge with his muzzle before the dragon shot away over the tree-tops. Then they waited; Horse on the ground and dragon in the air. They waited as Adalwulf walked in among the trees to begin their plan. A grin pulled in the corners of his mouth and a laugh echoed within his mind. Carnelian opened her mouth in a silent shriek and made several loops in the air.

Adalwulf came back and Nidhöggr made the second move. Gideon saw the fire attack the trees, but his reflexes still made him jump away when the explosion lit up the night. Carnelian screamed out loud this time and stopped with her loops to begin her part of the job. She began next to the place of the explosion and moved to the right as Nidhöggr took the left flank. Jaws parted and flames, extra powerful by the help of the minerals, burst out and down between the trees. The fire quickly got hold of the vegetation and burned both towards tops and ground.

Gideon felt the heat in his face and his blood rushed with the dancing flames. He reared high, roared with his deep voice and then slammed back to the ground. Carnelian joined him with a shriek and sent more flames to feed on the forest. Gideon watched the inferno with amazed eyes. It felt a bit bad though, to burn down the innocent forest. But there were at war, and in war, sacrifices had to be made.

Strength lies not in Defence but in Attack

It burned. So beautifully, it burned, this forest, it burned; the salt in the air made the flames crackle in all sorts of color, dominated by the traditional red-and-orange. It reflected in his eyes, in his pale fur, in his wolf's grin. They were going down, these Tides; a Golden and a Brown came, joining the Bronze, Green and Red. He saw Terrador and Leila, nodding quietly, not bothering to acknowledge either of them. They were welcome, as long as they did nothing stupid. He doubted Leila would, she was mature and level-headed, but a colt.. A colt usually suffered from arrogance and foolishness. Prone to rash actions, they were probably the bane of Wulf's life. And yeah, seems he was right again. The little shire-bug reared up high before slamming down. A massive tremor spread out from him, the burning trees screaming and falling; Wulf fell sideways, but caught himself, and anger boiled beneath his skin. "Fool!" he shouted, not caring about making noises anymore. "What a perfect way to blow our already blown cover! If you want so much to be a man and do what we do, learn the first rule - obey orders and don't act without them." Moments later, the first Unicorn burst through the ash.

"See?" he snarled to the colt. Nidhöggr abandoned her flame-spree to alight on the ground beside him. The short, heavy unicorn seemed to know Gunner. Wulf doubted the Equine would have a problem, and instead focused on the next shape. It ran towards Terra. Stupid the colt might be, but he was still a colt of the Valley, and it was Wulf's duty to protect him. With a howling noise, he threw himself forward, hoping to run into Abaddon's chest from a perpendicular angle and trample him to the ground. He then leaped clear, and stared at his gathered minions. This was war. Open war. Bloody fucking fire war. He threw his head back, howled for his pack; the dragon relayed the news through their network, to the Valley.

This is war.

"We will take them!" he shouted.

[so I'll get my official challenge post up soon, I guess it'd make most sense for Abaddon to answer it? If Rem doesn't want to have dibs on it, anyone can have it haha. -goes to type it-]

A d a l w u l f

The forest was burning, the Equines were triumphing and the Unicorns were attacking. Gideon was not surprised and called Carnelian down from the sky. The rumble in the earth had made both him and her confused and nervous, until the realized it was a Valley colt that had caused it. Gideon left Wulf to deal with the child and turned to give Leila’s check a nudge when she appeared next to him. He would love to stay with her, but the war was burning with the fire around them and he could not stand there all night. With a high neigh, he started to trot away to the right, along the line of burning forest. He wanted to get away from the flock before calling out his challenge.


[Invasion-post from Gideon will appear later]