Retreat! (there shall be more)

Noem Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:20 pm

Noem had awaken with a start, the haunting images of his Alpha being torn to shreads went through his mind as he raced back to the pack. Wanting to warn the Leader of the horrible thing. Yet once arriving, he could only freeze and stare in shock. The Alpha already was on teh ground, blood spilling every and guts scattered as the enemy pack tore at his lifeless body. His ears went down while his eyes widened. The Beta male and many of the pack's warriors and guards were in a bloodly fight. Although, it took no battle genious to tell they were greatly outmatched. Breaking free from an enemy wolf's jaws, the Beta male ordered the retreat, only to get killed as a younger and stronger male clamped down on his throat.

Despite the order and everyone else fleeing, Noem kept put. Terrified to everything he saw. He felt something slam him down, looking up, he was surprised. It was the old Elder who had stood up for him many times besides Darkmoon. The old Brute seemed to glare at him with those eyes. Getting on his paws, Noem cringed to him.

"What are you waiting for?!!!" The Elder snapped. "Start running!" he snapped at Noem's paws, making the young brute take off as fast as he could. The old brute followed him as fast as he could, with a few enemy wolves behind them.

Darkmoon lead the pack away with tears in her eyes. Now she was Alpha...and her father...dead. She had hoped her father would've lived to the day to see her be a good leader but now... now that wouldn't be. Unaware of the fact that Noem nor the Elder were with them, she ran as fast as she could. Only looking back to order the survives to keep running and to make sure the pups were following or being carried.

Noem ran as fast as he could, struggling to keep teh scent of the others in his nose. The smell of blood was all over these grounds due to the fleeing pack. It was hard to keep up with them due to how thin he was and not being a very fast runner. He glanced back but halted when he realized teh Elder was gone. Scrambling to pick himself up after the sudden halt, he took off as fast as he could. Heading pack to the ruins of the pack's once beautiful home. The Elder lay on the ground, injuried in teh neck and trying to get the enemy wolf off of his side. He was strong but he knew he wasn't as strong as he once was. Upon getting in sight, Noem's ears stood up when he saw the Elder pinned. For the first time, he did something unsurprising. He charged and rammed himself into the enemy wolf, knocking them off of the Elder. The Elder stared surprised and even more surprised when he saw it was Noem. The old wolf rose to his paws and grabbed teh enemy wolf by the neck, managing to crush the windpip after pressing harder for a moment or two. Dropping the limp body, he looked at Noem.

"I thought I told you to run!" the Elder barked, Noem was about to answer through a gasp when his ears twitched and jumped into the air.

The Elder's eyes widened as he watched Noem get grabbed by teh scruff of his neck in midair by another enemy adn the two wolves hit the ground a bit from him. The old wolf knew that Noem was a kind soul and tried to prevent harm, but this wasn't a simple sparr or punishment. THis was a deadly fight. Noem yelped as the enemy wolf grabbed him by the neck after releasing his scruff. The Elder came running and standing on his hind legs, dropped all of his weight with his front paws on the enemy wolf's back. A loud crack could be heard as teh wolf let out a yowl. Noem crawled away from teh jaws as they opened to release the yowl. The Elder, grabbing the enemy wolf by the top jaw, he pulled it back, eventually snapping the neck. Letting go, he let out a sigh and looked at Noem.

Darkmoon had gotten the pack to safety when she realized it. That Noem and the Elder weren't with them. A fearful expression came over her face as she order two warriors to follow her and the rest to remain and protect the remaining surviors. She wasn't going to lose a loyal friend like Noem nor a wise Elder. No one else had to be lost, not a soul! When she found the two brutes, she was surprised as she watched. For the first time, Noem was actually snarling! He snarled at a female wolf who was snarling back at him, his white hackles raised. It didn't look right to Darkmoon. Noem was so kind and submissive, he never seemed to have teh heart to act like that. BUt in a battle, anything can be brought out. She took notice of the wounds he had, claw marks, bite marks all over him, yet his frail body still was holding together? Strange but she would ponder that later. With a flick of her tail, she ordered her warriors to attack, she too joined in.