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Syrin and Ashenpaw take on a Glorious Hellion Enemy for Gilded Sod !
Roleplay below;
Syrin: 5 Posts, 666 Words
Ashenpaw: 4 Posts, 590 Words

Syrin is bat-shit crazy and Ashenpaw is kinda terrified, but also endeared.
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Syrin:
The screeches of battle rung through Syrin's ears, mixed with the slamming and coiling of the Shifter that slithered across the gold-stained grass. Wood splintered as the Juggernaut lunged forth, spraying gold in every which direction. Caught in the center of the fray, Syrin flung the limp corpse of a crazed Pabloo off to the side, her chest heaving as she frantically snapped around for her next kill. The Glorious Hellions proved to be a difficult challenge, and her icy gaze snapped onto one immediately. However, she couldn't take it on alone. Syrin caught the sight of a dark apprentice skirting nearby that she knew to be strong and wellknown throughout the ranks of the Vanguards. "You! Darkling child, slay the gold bastard with me!" Syrin roared to him, her eyes narrowed into slits as she lept into a crouch, waiting for his confirmation, her tail lashing wildly.

Ashenpaw:

Ashenpaw's breath came in hefty waves as the adrenaline from the fight pumped through his system. Ashen were falling and the cats were bleeding but no one was dying, not yet. There were still some very powerful beasts among the hoard and he was willing to face off against every last one of them to keep Haven safe from the onslaught. Knowing his weaknesses he tried to keep himself teamed up with another cat, someone to focus on, someone to help. His training has been sufficient but there's still plenty he can learn and his confidence best held true when fighting side by side with someone he felt he could trust. Panthersniff had parted ways with him after falling a hellion and Ashenpaw nimbly maneuvered the battlefield looking for the next creature that needed slaying. His ears pricked forward when he heard the call of someone, it wasn't his name but he knew who she was addressing. "I'm with you!" He called back, voice strong among the chaos. He was growing into a fine young tom, finally beginning to suit his form.

Syrin:

Syrin responded back to his call with a hearty cry of laughter, her mouth cracked into an ecstatic grin. She launched to his side, hollering with a rallied yowl of determination. Her pale eyes locked back onto the form of the hellion, slathered with gold substance so many had bent to induldge themselves within. Syrin's pelt flapped against her back with a few resonate slapping noises as she jerked across the battlefield. "Come, young Warrior!" She chortled, her mouth torn back into a grin, a sight barely seen before from this particular cat. Syrin tore forward, winding towards the Hellion, dipping and leaping over other squirmishing creatures, her gangly limbs carrying her high and fast. "Fell it where it stands!"

Ashenpaw:

He was quick to follow in her stead, limber as he was he managed to catch up to his fellow Havener efficiently, just long enough to see her wicked grin and her sights set on which golden hoofbeast was her target. He broke away, daring to approach the monster from another angle and allow two onslaughts of paws to slice it from multidirections to help keep it distracted.
He'd never seen Syrin so utterly gleeful, in another scenario he might find it horrifying, but he couldn't help but feel his crooked maw twist into a smile of his own. It felt good to protect their home, as horrible and intimidating as these monsters were. He could share in the pride of the hunt and kill. His aim was the monster's haunches. leaping up to rake his claws hard against the beast's dripping hide, but he was just a hair shy and missed his mark, having to duck under it's bucking legs to avoid a nasty hit. "Dark dark darkened heart! Take a drink and end your suffering turmoil!!" The hellion cackled. Ashenpaw hoped this was a good enough distraction

Syrin:

Syrin was cheering as she went, hollering and laughing as she bounded closer and closer, nearly sounding like a Hellion herself. Adrenaline pounded through her system and she watched as Ashenpaw, adorned with a smile of his own, was quick to distract the beast. Her blue eyes flared and she shot towards its front, narrowly scampering out of direct line of it's whipping tail, feeling the skin part softly from where it glanced. "Silence, leech!" Syrin cast out a solid paw at the Hellion's jaw as it taunted the Darkling boy. She rocketed herself onto the beast's shoulders, her long claws attempting to latch onto it's neck, jaws snapping in a vicious flurry through the air as she struggled with the urge to bite down upon it, her hind claws scrabbling across its hide with deep gores as she clung onto its bucking form with vigor. "Dance, leech, Dance!" She cackled with a shrill screech, her tail lashing wildly as she held on desperately for the ride.

Ashenpaw:

Ashenpaw felt a surge of pride when Syrin was able to latch herself onto the monster, hearing her cheering cries seemed like it would haunt him but instead it was like a punch in the confidence with each word. The darkling jumped out of the way of the frantically bucking creature as it reeled in laughter from syrin's taunts. Ashenpaw turned on his heel to use is tail's whip, lashing at the creature's thick hide where his claws could not quite reach and sending spurts of golden ichor to the ground in a smattering of droplets.

Syrin:

Syrin held on tightly, slamming each paw down one after the other in tandem, blow-after-blow, claws scouring into the inky-black flesh. The sound of a whip cracking through the air, breaking through the Hellion's laughter. Her ears swivvled and she watched as Ashenpaw flitted around her, or rather, she was rounding in circles atop the beast's spine, snapping his weapon at the creature's rump. Another round of cheery laughter fell from her, pride and amusement swelling in her chest. "The creature of gold falls to the warrior of the Dark!" She cried. "Wonderful work, my dark-touched ally!" Syrin remained clinging to the beast, waiting until it collapsed onto the ground beneath her, dark claws hooked deep into its rippling flesh.

Ashenpaw:

He kept his focus on avoiding the hooves, and the tail. He knew how rough these monsters can be, and it took all of his focus and attention to keep himself out of harm's way while dealing blows when he could land them. Eventually the monster let out a echoing laughter that ended in a horrific shriek as it begged for the gold and began to loose its footing. Ashenpaw jumped at the chance as soon as the creature toppled, turning to crack his whip right across the monster's throat and ensure it's demise. Gold nectar flowed and mixed with blood as he turned his attention to Syrin. He breathed hevily and gave her a soft smile and a dip of his head.

Syrin:

Syrin watched as the apprentice danced around them, her laughter winding through the air with the Hellion's. As the beast fell, she tumbled away, rolling across the ground, coating her fur in gold as she escaped the collapsing form. Whipping around, the dark tabby beamed, bouncing on her toes for a brief moment. "Another leech felled!" She laughed breathlessly, rolling back her shoulders. Catching Ashenpaw's soft smile and head dip, she snorted, rushing back to the battle, making sure to bump shoulders with him as she passed. "Keep up the work, Ashenpaw!" And just like that, she vanished amongst the clattering forms, her laughter ringing still even when her form disappeared.

Description

Syrin and Ashenpaw take on a Glorious Hellion Enemy for Gilded Sod !
Roleplay below;
Syrin: 5 Posts, 666 Words
Ashenpaw: 4 Posts, 590 Words

Syrin is bat-shit crazy and Ashenpaw is kinda terrified, but also endeared.
--

Syrin:
The screeches of battle rung through Syrin's ears, mixed with the slamming and coiling of the Shifter that slithered across the gold-stained grass. Wood splintered as the Juggernaut lunged forth, spraying gold in every which direction. Caught in the center of the fray, Syrin flung the limp corpse of a crazed Pabloo off to the side, her chest heaving as she frantically snapped around for her next kill. The Glorious Hellions proved to be a difficult challenge, and her icy gaze snapped onto one immediately. However, she couldn't take it on alone. Syrin caught the sight of a dark apprentice skirting nearby that she knew to be strong and wellknown throughout the ranks of the Vanguards. "You! Darkling child, slay the gold bastard with me!" Syrin roared to him, her eyes narrowed into slits as she lept into a crouch, waiting for his confirmation, her tail lashing wildly.

Ashenpaw:

Ashenpaw's breath came in hefty waves as the adrenaline from the fight pumped through his system. Ashen were falling and the cats were bleeding but no one was dying, not yet. There were still some very powerful beasts among the hoard and he was willing to face off against every last one of them to keep Haven safe from the onslaught. Knowing his weaknesses he tried to keep himself teamed up with another cat, someone to focus on, someone to help. His training has been sufficient but there's still plenty he can learn and his confidence best held true when fighting side by side with someone he felt he could trust. Panthersniff had parted ways with him after falling a hellion and Ashenpaw nimbly maneuvered the battlefield looking for the next creature that needed slaying. His ears pricked forward when he heard the call of someone, it wasn't his name but he knew who she was addressing. "I'm with you!" He called back, voice strong among the chaos. He was growing into a fine young tom, finally beginning to suit his form.

Syrin:

Syrin responded back to his call with a hearty cry of laughter, her mouth cracked into an ecstatic grin. She launched to his side, hollering with a rallied yowl of determination. Her pale eyes locked back onto the form of the hellion, slathered with gold substance so many had bent to induldge themselves within. Syrin's pelt flapped against her back with a few resonate slapping noises as she jerked across the battlefield. "Come, young Warrior!" She chortled, her mouth torn back into a grin, a sight barely seen before from this particular cat. Syrin tore forward, winding towards the Hellion, dipping and leaping over other squirmishing creatures, her gangly limbs carrying her high and fast. "Fell it where it stands!"

Ashenpaw:

He was quick to follow in her stead, limber as he was he managed to catch up to his fellow Havener efficiently, just long enough to see her wicked grin and her sights set on which golden hoofbeast was her target. He broke away, daring to approach the monster from another angle and allow two onslaughts of paws to slice it from multidirections to help keep it distracted.
He'd never seen Syrin so utterly gleeful, in another scenario he might find it horrifying, but he couldn't help but feel his crooked maw twist into a smile of his own. It felt good to protect their home, as horrible and intimidating as these monsters were. He could share in the pride of the hunt and kill. His aim was the monster's haunches. leaping up to rake his claws hard against the beast's dripping hide, but he was just a hair shy and missed his mark, having to duck under it's bucking legs to avoid a nasty hit. "Dark dark darkened heart! Take a drink and end your suffering turmoil!!" The hellion cackled. Ashenpaw hoped this was a good enough distraction

Syrin:

Syrin was cheering as she went, hollering and laughing as she bounded closer and closer, nearly sounding like a Hellion herself. Adrenaline pounded through her system and she watched as Ashenpaw, adorned with a smile of his own, was quick to distract the beast. Her blue eyes flared and she shot towards its front, narrowly scampering out of direct line of it's whipping tail, feeling the skin part softly from where it glanced. "Silence, leech!" Syrin cast out a solid paw at the Hellion's jaw as it taunted the Darkling boy. She rocketed herself onto the beast's shoulders, her long claws attempting to latch onto it's neck, jaws snapping in a vicious flurry through the air as she struggled with the urge to bite down upon it, her hind claws scrabbling across its hide with deep gores as she clung onto its bucking form with vigor. "Dance, leech, Dance!" She cackled with a shrill screech, her tail lashing wildly as she held on desperately for the ride.

Ashenpaw:

Ashenpaw felt a surge of pride when Syrin was able to latch herself onto the monster, hearing her cheering cries seemed like it would haunt him but instead it was like a punch in the confidence with each word. The darkling jumped out of the way of the frantically bucking creature as it reeled in laughter from syrin's taunts. Ashenpaw turned on his heel to use is tail's whip, lashing at the creature's thick hide where his claws could not quite reach and sending spurts of golden ichor to the ground in a smattering of droplets.

Syrin:

Syrin held on tightly, slamming each paw down one after the other in tandem, blow-after-blow, claws scouring into the inky-black flesh. The sound of a whip cracking through the air, breaking through the Hellion's laughter. Her ears swivvled and she watched as Ashenpaw flitted around her, or rather, she was rounding in circles atop the beast's spine, snapping his weapon at the creature's rump. Another round of cheery laughter fell from her, pride and amusement swelling in her chest. "The creature of gold falls to the warrior of the Dark!" She cried. "Wonderful work, my dark-touched ally!" Syrin remained clinging to the beast, waiting until it collapsed onto the ground beneath her, dark claws hooked deep into its rippling flesh.

Ashenpaw:

He kept his focus on avoiding the hooves, and the tail. He knew how rough these monsters can be, and it took all of his focus and attention to keep himself out of harm's way while dealing blows when he could land them. Eventually the monster let out a echoing laughter that ended in a horrific shriek as it begged for the gold and began to loose its footing. Ashenpaw jumped at the chance as soon as the creature toppled, turning to crack his whip right across the monster's throat and ensure it's demise. Gold nectar flowed and mixed with blood as he turned his attention to Syrin. He breathed hevily and gave her a soft smile and a dip of his head.

Syrin:

Syrin watched as the apprentice danced around them, her laughter winding through the air with the Hellion's. As the beast fell, she tumbled away, rolling across the ground, coating her fur in gold as she escaped the collapsing form. Whipping around, the dark tabby beamed, bouncing on her toes for a brief moment. "Another leech felled!" She laughed breathlessly, rolling back her shoulders. Catching Ashenpaw's soft smile and head dip, she snorted, rushing back to the battle, making sure to bump shoulders with him as she passed. "Keep up the work, Ashenpaw!" And just like that, she vanished amongst the clattering forms, her laughter ringing still even when her form disappeared.