Lip-Lip has, by this time, drawn his rather large and nastily scarred self up alongside the now-sitting Una, though since he is keeping with the strong and silent type thing -- or holier-than-thou one, he is quite..ignoring her. He doesn't know her, though he has learned -of- her in a rather negative light, so that is probably all for the best. Distant pawsteps are sensed, but still ignored. He is on enemy territory, still walking East, still ignoring everybody and will keep his agenda to himself thankyouverymuch. For now, in any case.

  Una maw twitches as she tilts her head peering at Lip quietly. "Hi?.." She offers still not knowing who it is.. Well she is a nice dog!.. Long you try not to take a bite outa her or her friends..

   BlueHeel grrrs as he spies Lip, his beef isn't really with the leader, though. It's with his pack. "Why Lip, I see you are dragging yourself through town this evening. Though i don't see your, uh.. collegues." He sits, but is on alert. "they're not licking their wounds any are they?" he has pleasure in the fact that both did carry more wounds away. "Una, I"m sure you've heard me talk of Lip, here." he is able to keep his tone neutral still.

  The dog halts, and his head turns. Dark eyes study Blueheel coldly over his thickly furred shoulder momentarily, before Lip-Lip turns himself around slowly to face the smaller dog. One might notice that he is awfully close to Una, and that his muzzle is swivelled ever so slightly in her direction as he speaks next. The mix's deep voice rolls back over his shoulder smoothly, black, oily thunder against the clean white of the snow. "I would /hardly/ call it -dragging-, Blueheel," the faintest smile brushes his scarred muzzle, still turned toward Una, "and my colleagues are doing well. They aren't quite as defenseless as newborns, hard as that may be to believe." Threat, pretty metaphor, or both. Take it as you will.

  Una pauses as she hears Blue and peers at the dog close to her.. "That's Lip?" She questions not sure she believes him really but she shifts up onto her paws quickly ears flicking back as she takes a step or two back to put room between them. Her gaze narrows as she hears him. "There lucky.." She statest thinly baring her fangs slightly.. "How does that one feel without a good part of his leg?" Her muscles tense as she watches Lip pretty sure she just bought herself a world or trouble..

  BlueHeel laughs some, but not with humor, "you sure there lip, They certainly behave like newborns." Whatever it was, blue is ignoring it. "So what brings you out on a nice night like this. Thought you prefered to stay back and let others wander around." he gives his own jabs at his enemy.

  Lip-Lip is hardly in the habit of praising his so-called 'colleagues'. On the contrary, he spends the greater part of his time with them making sure they are properly walked over. Still, Una's smart little mouth needs cleaning and he takes a swinging step toward her -- /just/ a cheerful reminder that he is capable of doing so, as well as advertising the fact that his physical reach is probably at least twice hers. Now his sombre mask disintegrates, shattering and falling away like the fragile piece of glass it was. His eyes are furnaces fixed momentarily upon the female, his smile well... all teeth, and little could be more unpleasant. "The point -is-, my dear, that he still *has* his legs." A subtle shift in his dark eyes, and suddenly he's staring at Blueheel from his place /still/ hideously close to the female. A tiny nod of acquiesance, the faintest edge of a smirk. "You should know." About the newborns. Does he know something? Did his dorks /see/ something? Yes. "I thought you knew me better."

  Una pauses as she watches Lip.. Even if she was to move back more it wouldn't be enough if he choosed to spring forth an attack. (Great job.. you and your big maw..) She grows quiet just watching the large maw with her narrowed and burning gaze. Well she's not happy but then what is she going to do about it? A fight would lead to certain death or server injury for sure..

  BlueHeel smiles without humor as he slowly moves so that Lip has to decide whether to keep watching Una or watch him. "I do know you Lip, I've had experience watching." He knows that the verbal attacks and defences are much better and safer than physical attacks. "You seem to be fishing for something, what would that be? could there be something you weren't told?" he keeps trying to get at thinking that his gang doesn't tell him everything.

  "*Fishing*." Well, there's a pretty one. Una is treated to the vision of a scarred muzzle twisted into a momentary grin that has entirely too many teeth, before his split lip casts down over the teeth -- well, most of them in any case, and the mix returns his attention to the blue-furred dog approaching, and proceeds to strike up conversation. It's called co-ordination. "-Fishing- for a good time, I believe, though the goggle-eyed scaley creatures themselves hardly make the cut." The only fault in the clever little mutt's reasoning is that what Lip is told, he is told because it is mutually beneficiary for both parties. Anything he is not told will not help anyone. Either that, or his mutts were too stupid to learn it, which is why, one might suppose, he is out here tonight. As well as for a good time. Which may or may not have something to do with the extra step he takes toward Una.

  Una offers a low growl as Lip takes a step towards her. "That's enough.." She offers taking a step backwards again. Her gaze rests on Lip trying to understand what this dog just might do.. Yet just by the way he looks shows he -could- and most likely would do anything in a fight.

  BlueHeel figures that his attempts for that aren't working so he goes with the flow, "Well, you should visit the docks then if you like them, I saw a new load come in. I'm sure all the humans down there will welcome you." He smiles a bit more at the thought. "Though I don't think you will find a good time up here. See, Una here is with me." he knows that will probably make Lip want to get at Una more, but he keeps moving around so that Lip watches him, and not seeing her move back.

  Cisco approaches from the west. Cisco has arrived.

   "I know," comes the quiet reply that leaves Lip-Lip's scarred smile. Whether he was acknowledging Blueheel's 'witness' of Una, or Una's having had enough is up to the listener. He adds, offhandedly, or offpawedly, "Whisper might not like that." Blueheel finally positions himself in such a manner that it becomes quite difficult for the mix to keep an eye on both of them. As a result, he stalks along the sweeping semi-circle required to situate himself with Una off to the side a little, and between the two males. Then suddenly, as if someone hit a button, his psycho-smile disappears and he's staring at Una with a pair of very, very narrowed dark eyes. "You bit my little boy, didn't you?"

  Una head lowers as she watches the male. Eyes narrowed as she hisses a moment. "Yes I did.. he had it coming." She states thinly form tensing sure something will happen now. She quickly goes over her choices and comes up with one, to just stay alive if it did truely start. "Why?.. You think he did not attacking a mother to be?"

  Cisco strides through the outskirts, keeping his eyes fixed on the streets as usual- just a dog diggin' for a meal. His ears perk immediately at the sound of distant barking and he feels compelled to see what is taking place, exactly. With a swish of his tail, the husky leaps out of the alleyway and slides around the corner of a building, his eyes wide, tongue lolled out. "Time to play with the locals," he mutters to himself. Without much reguard to what is going on with the group, Cisco huffs a loud, throaty bark and wags his tail, waiting for a reply.

   BlueHeel pads over by Una, but not right next to her. Keeping close enough to help if Lip decides to attack. He hears the bark behind him and hopes that it is someone that will help on his side if something happens. "Both of them deserved what they received, and more. That one should have lost more than a hunk of fur." He has his teeth barred, strange for this normally friendly mutt, but there is not friend in Lip.

  That's too bad, Blue. There used to be. Sort of. Kind of. Not really. Lip-Lip awards the two one of the fainter smirks imaginable, which really quite contradicts the sudden wave of jagged dark fur that rises like some primordial sea serpent along the length of his back. He starts to make a reply, something cool, polite, lawyerly and probably patentedly Lippy -- but abruptly, again as if some cruel person with a very strange sense of humor hit a button, a growl explodes from the depths of his own scarred throat and the large dog bolts toward the two -- or more specifically, Una, long legs going from taut and still to rather sizeable blurs in an instant; a steel spring unsprung. Cisco. Well, Cisco he oddly enough doesn't notice, or deigns to ignore.

  Una eyes widen as the large male darts forward.. She's froze on her spot for a mere second, yet that was to long. The mix attempts to move herself away from the male but is slammed into by the larger dog and grunts out eyes closing tight as the air is knocked right out from her thanks to the hit. Blinking is draws in a breath and snaps out attempting.. well anything to try and get the other one off somehow.

  Chinook approaches from the west. Chinook has arrived.

  BlueHeel runs quickly and turning his head, he shoulder butts Lip's rump to knock him off balance enough to let Una scramble out. He knows he can't bowl of the whole dog, but knows this trick works. He realizes this is a smart opponant, not the stupid one of the other night. He just hopes that Una can hold up some till he can do some damage to get the attention to him, letting her go free.

  And in he trundles -- into an apparent riot, of sorts. Immediately, the youth's ears prick up, dark eyes widening slightly as he works to take in the scene. Ebon nose works madly, and large paws halt in their tracks for a moment. Ooo; fight. A malicious grin works his way onto his features, and the child watches with a surprisingly cruel eye .. saying nothing for the moment.

  Blueheel's little dance works, and Lip-Lip gives him a little help. Accidental, of course. He had been picking himself up off the fallen female, and she made rather unsteady footing though it probably hurt when he stepped on her, but his lack of balance put him in -just- the right place to get bowled right over by the blue-furred mutt's shoulderly attentions. The large mix hits the snow in his paws, barely avoiding a less graceful landing on his side -- and, twisting like a snake, with a snarl pouring without interruption from his open jaws, promptly lashes out with his bared teeth to rip Blueheel's haunch open by way of a pair of very, very long white teeth.

  Una mumbles thinly as she slowly shifts.. Yes.. it happened to hurt alot with a heavy male walking about on you like you were a cushion. She shifts eyeing the male that is now -close- to her and lunges out with her maw as she crouches attempting to grab hold of one of Lip's legs. Bruised and batted she might be but a bit more then a slam will be needed to know her fully out.

  Chinook wanders down the street to investigate the noises. as he rounds the corner he catches sight of Lip-Lip and imeadeatly lets out a snarl of contempt, pausing to take in the situation before taking any action.

  White_Fang howls across the lands, from Central Main Street {Dawson}!

  Cythes remains stock-still, wisely -- knowing better, even at this early age, than to go barrelling head-on into a fight with canines that are about twice your size. Ears laying back and springing forward with each move made, his tail actually begins to wag a bit as he enjoys the scene. And indeed, it would seem that he has inherited a good deal of his mother's traits -- her maliciousness, for one. Tongue flicking out against his muzzle, the juvenile observes through slitted eyes.

  BlueHeel tucks his hind legs in, letting his rump drop to the ground, rather ungraceful, but it does get it out of the way of the teeth quickly, but not totally free, as he feels the teeth scratch into his fur and skin. he then rolls quickly to trying to get back to his feet using that short bit to plan his next attack.

  White_Fang approaches from the west. White_Fang has arrived.

  And there's a mild shifting in the shadows -- the faintest gleam of gold visible before it's quickly vanquished again by the darkness. Enveloped in his typical air of silence, fresh from his visit to the forest, the hybrid is attracted to the area by the heavy scents that prevade .. and the sounds of a struggle. He never was one to miss a fight. Watching attentively from his concealment, White Fang waits -- eternally patient, to assess what's going on, and to join in if he chooses.

  Lip-Lip's attention is momentarily distracted by the non-too-welcome sound of Chinook's snarl echoing down the street, meaning Una's teeth close quite neatly about his upper right foreleg. The blood flow is immediate, as is a sudden increasance in the mix's already rather intense dislike for the female. His jaws pop open, snarl pouring forth, lips rolling back from his teeth prompted by pain as well as good old-fashioned anger. Then another wild twist, the large dog arching his thickly furred neck tightly in order to sink the bared fangs deep into the sensitive flap of Una's left ear.

  Una growls out deeply as she does her best to keep hold of the foreleg.. Well that is until her ear is bitten into in which she yelps out at the sharp pain and lets go of the leg attempting to gety away from the jaws that have her ear..

  BlueHeel takes the advantage and tries to put his teeth in another leg of Lip, he feels some dampness on his hindquarter, that gash must have been deeper than he thought. He tries to bite more onto the leg he's attacking. He doesn't hear or let himself be distracted by anyone else.

  Chinook decides he's seen enough of this and wades into the brawl, determined to do some damage to the Dog that almost took his eye, not to mention thretening his mate. He tries to take advantage of the fact that Lip isnt watching him at the moment, aiming his fangs at his neck.

  Amazingly enough, an expression crosses his features -- and a bit of his past is reborn in a limited amount of his vision. Seeing the fight before him, White Fang is briefly launched back into the days of Beauty Smith -- the intense fights, his near-deaths, and his eventual mastery of the ring. Tongue flicks out against his teeth, and as much done .. he suddenly steps from the shadows. Silent, ominous, the hybrid's broad figure filters into the moonlight; he stands there, awaiting acknowledgement.

  The sound of ripping flesh coincides with the sharp movement of Lip-Lip dragging his head back. Combined with Una's own retreat, the female's ear is veritably ripped in two, leaving a bloody tassel of flesh bubbling scarlet in a stew of canine blood between the paler gleam of mix's half-open jaws as he wastes just enough time to throw his blue-furred antagonist a rather disturbing, savage grin. He knows what Blueheel attempts, and his eyes are glittering dark and humorless shards of obsidian as he swings back and around the female as she makes her escape, putting her once again between the two males and hindering Blueheel's attack. Chinook's attack, however, went more or less unnoticed, until it was nearly too late; a surprised snarl ripped free of the deep, thunderous growling, another serpent-like twist and the husky's head slammed quite squarely into the mix's throat, sending him a two steps back with a gasp. And yet through this on slaught, he retains his good humor; another crazy smile playing over his scarred muzzle in his moment's breather, he inquired after Chinook, "You really -do- want that other scar, don't you?" It takes something more to force him to lose his cool entirely. That would be the wolfbrid. That would be the explanation for the pure hatred that suddenly flashes across the mix's ravaged, bloodied features like heat lightning with the familiar scent and sight that touches his senses.

  BlueHeel slides to a halt before coliding with Ice, but he watches her run off to the house, he turns his attention back to Lip, but sees him get hit by Chin. He doesn't notice WhiteFang, but then tries to get back into it, but attacking Lip's rear legs, whichever one he can get to.

  Chinook lets a grim smile spread across his muzzle, muttering, "I won't mind at all if it'll get rid of you..." before trowing a quick glance at whatever is causing lip to flip out.

   He watches as the hybrid gets nailed from all side -- and, of course, manages to keep free from any lethal wounds. He is not surprised; he knows through personal experience of the mix's savvy fighting skills. But where one is excellent, there is always a superior .. and White Fang is here to boast such a fact. And now, moving with the methodical fluidity of the lupine, he comes ever closer to the assaulted Lip-Lip. Speaking as if BlueHeel and Chinook were not even present, his deep voice rumbles out, "Well .. it would seem that you've gotten yourself into another messy situation, that you can't remedy. What a frightful shame."

  Quietly he walks, eyes constantly averting themselves from the course taken to look behind at what was left... Darian hated to leave her like this.. Espescially with what had happened.. But at least she should be safe there, he thinks... A low sigh drawn from his muzzle, shifted movement suddenly comes to a stop, as the scent of crimson hits him like a shock.. Eyes quickly draw front, ears canted, then lifted high... A sound of snarling which screams of a confrontation close by.. Sudden concern consumes him, but also only compells him to suddenly break from his slow gait and into a powerful, quick rush through the streets, trying to find the source of it... When he finally does, his pace is brought to a sudden halt at what is now before him, some safe meters away.. Jaded irises quickly distinguish the familiar form of BlueHeel.. But who are these others? Definitely not ones he has ever seen before..

  The smell never leaves his senses, and draws great caution from the hybrid, his form tenses, even lowering to an extent for preparation, should violence suddenly attempt to rear itself upon him.. Yes, it is, isn't it? Moreso now that some blue-furred mutt just ran up Lip-Lip's ass. In other words, White_Fang was just -marginally- too distracting for the scarred dog to notice BlueHeel coming up from behind. Indeed, judging from the expression of pure hatred on his mutilated features, the mix probably would have tried to murder the wolfbrid right there, probably signing his own death warrant and then if BlueHeel's teeth -hadn't- torn through his left hindleg. This is all just too much for our resident psycho-dog's already unstable psyche; the lawyerly facade, the ruins and shreds of what was left of it completely evaporate, making it quite impossible to give Chinook the cold, sarcastic reply that was required. Things being as they are, the mix ends up executing another twist that would make the muscle's of anydog's back scream if not rip straight through, bared fangs flashing mercilessly to slash the smaller dog's muzzle wide open.

  BlueHeel knows he's no holding dog, and releases, backpeddling from the nipping muzzle of Lip, but doesn't esape totaly free yet again. Fortunatly for him the muzzle doesn't lock on him, but those teeth, scrape over his muzzle, more blood flowing out of the dog. he backpaws until he can figure another way to attack. Never said he was a pit fighter.

  White_Fang uses the presented opportunity, not hesitating for an instant. He knows the moment to strike, and it is presented to him now -- and he never was one to pass up such a chance. Ears lay back suddenly, flat against his skull, and the hybrid suddenly leaps forward. Having only been a few sparse feet away from the mix, the gap is closed in a single bound. Fighting in the Wolf style, his jaws spring open and come together with a metallic clip after attempting to rake straight through the tender and exposed flesh of Lip-Lip's neck. But whether the attack was successful or not, doesn't matter; a fraction later, and he's sprung clear .. silent the entire time.

  Chinook looks back to the fight and jumps in again, hoping he's unnoticed, he goes for the sinew of one of Lip's hindlegs.

  Darian's eyes display a mixture of emotion, though more than any other, a look of shock, as he notices Blue in combat with the heavily scarred... whatever it is, the features of the canine giving him a horrific presense at least in the eyes of this hybrid... Could this be the one he has been told of so many times before by his friend? Before he can even begin to contemplate whether that is true, eyes draw even wider when blood is drawn from Blue's form by Lip-Lip's attempted bite.. His own inner inquiry is irrelevant.. His friend is in possible danger, and Damned be him should he stand by and watch... Brows quickly furrowing, his fur bristles, a slowly, but surely developing raise of his hackles forms, brilliant ivory stakes baring themselves as the hybrid begins his charge.. Only to come to a stop at the first bound by the initiative taken by the other two... Regardless of their actions, Darian continues to wait, patience the only thing truly holding him back... If the matter can be quelled, than he will stand down... For the time being, he is quick to change course, powerful legs propelling him in an angle away from the battle, attempting to close the distance between himself and Blue...

   The wolfbrid's teeth were well-aimed, but /unfortunately/, by dint of sheer luck as well as circumstances, the mix isn't introduced to corpsehood. Lip-Lip's neck isn't quite as tender as one might have first speculated. The reason for that is courtesy of White_Fang himself; the great, twisted lump of scar tissue from another, long ago page in the two mortal enemies' admittedly rather lengthy story is, instead ripped wide open by the wolfbrid's fangs. The mix's snarl melts instantaneously into a yelp almost before it exits his bloody muzzle. He staggers away from the direction the wolfbrid had attacked from, though he hardly needs to -now- as White_Fang had generously removed himself from the immediate area. Dizzied by blood loss, however, concentrating rather much on relocating his nemesis, *and* pausing to cough and spit a brilliant red blossom of both his and Una's blood intermingled on the cold white snow, he makes a perfect target for Chinook, who manages to sink his teeth into the same leg Blueheel had a moment before. He is rewarded with blood -- as well as a rather hefty kick in the head unless he gets out of the way with speed.

   BlueHeel decides that his part of this battle is done for the moment, he moves back more, obviously White is a better fighter than he is. He inflicted his damage, and Lip isn't the one he really wants to kill. It's the one that damaged his Whisper. He stands ready to get another attack in, if Lip comes his way.

  Amazingly enough, White Fang now turns his attentions upon Chinook -- he wants no assistance, -needs- no assistance, and will tolerate no interference. Thus, a snarl ravages up from the depths of his throat, lips lifting to display abnormally-long fangs, golden eyes gleaming out a lethal warning. "Leave him!" the hybrid commands -- and no, it is not a request. Thankfully, BlueHeel is already wise enough to have backed off .. and thus, the male who is more Wolf than canine turns his vicious attentions upon the Husky. But, of course, he also keeps his attention upon Lip-Lip, prepared in case the mix decides to try to take him by surprise.

  Chinook almost avoids the kick aimed at his head, recieving a gash along his cheek from Lip's claws. apon hearing the demand from WF he backs away, blinking slowly.

  Darian is quick to take the necessary direction in order to reach his target, his body quick to turn itself, and slide across the cold ground, coming to a halt only a foot or so from BlueHeel, though his eyes refuse to leave that of the form that had attacked his friend before... "You alright?" He calls back towards Blue, as his form draws low, crouched, and prepared should the scarred form try his luck with Blue once again... He may have managed to draw blood from him before, but should he again, the hybrid, who tries to even keep his own form somewhat in front of Blue's, promises that there will be yet another set of fangs for Lip to go through if he tries...

  Lip-Lip isn't taking squat by surprise, thank you *ever* so much, but it -is- humiliating having to have one's mortal enemy for this life and the rest for all eternity stand up for you, even if that wasn't how it was meant. Blood runs freely, dark liquid against dark fur and drawing shining trails over the lumps of twisted scars to blossom bright, cheerful red on the snow the mix stands upon, down from his wounded shoulder, dripping from jaws wide open to aid in labored breathing, to his slashed hindleg, and most heavily of all from his neck. The furry slope from massive shoulder to scarred head is steep; his sides heave. Yes, our boy is in deep doodoo. Which does not prevent him from -watching-, however, with dark, hateful eyes that have not lost their infernal heat.

  BlueHeel looks up as Darian comes to rest in front of him, "Stay out of it, Darian." he warns his friend in soft tones. Panting from the exertion, "White and Lip have issues and not even the greatest fighter would get in between that. At least from what I've gathered." he pants more, with Dairan here, he turns and licks his hind wound to clean it. "Though I don't know what exactly White is doing with Chin there." He looks over at Chin, "I would stay out of it, Chin."

  Chinook nods slightly as he backs tword Blue and darian, keeping both of the others in his sight as he watches them face off.

  A very wise decision on behalf of Chinook -- and the male's fangs are covered once again as the Husky backs away. Golden eyes revert away from him, and as far as White Fang is concerned, the only ones present on the ragged ends of this street are himself and the bloody mess of canine a short distance away. "Will you ever learn your lesson, Lip-Lip?" he says, slinking to one side, head lowered in a fashion to protect his neck; caution was never overrated in his book. Fangs and teeth flash as he speaks, his voice a smooth rumble, not the slightest tinge of rage or fury. "But such a lack of intelligence is only a blessing to the rest of us -- for it will serve to bring about your death, through the passage of my fangs." Now, he lingers even closer, the blood against his muzzle standing out grotesquely. "And tonight, I believe, would be a prime moment to finish the war that started so long ago .. but I will not strike your final blow now, rogue." And this is perhaps a bit of a shock to those present -- letting Lip-Lip off? What the hell is he thinking?

  Jaded eyes remained narrowed, fur bristling once more as the usually calm, possibly gentle hybrid shows a side that bares itself in quite the opposite manner, hackles almost begging to be lifted as the thought and sight of what he had just seen bares in his mind once more, the scent of crimson like a drug feeding his senses, his own blood at a fierce boil... "I don't care WHAT their issues are!" He says, his normally soft tone baring a rather abnormally intense, primal edge, his own impressive set of ivory showing themselves once again amidst his angered tone.... No..... Despite his dislike of, and attempt to avoid confrontations, when drawn into the violent carnage, there is a definite lack of fear within his eyes, his form still defensive.. By now he begins to question how he should look upon the Hybrid with golden eyes as well...

  A ragged breath is indrawn, and expelled. Fate. Fate, Lip-Lip curses. Fate, Lip-Lip has cursed every night of his entire life since the wolfbrid appeared in it, but she doesn't listen as everybody knows, no matter how long and loud the mix has screamed in defiance to the stars and the deep black expanse of space that stared down impassively at him while he lay bleeding and starving, lost in the middle of a cold land wherein the only other creatures that moved were out there to kill him. If only, if only... and just then, it seemed, it was about to end in the wave of blood it had started in. But the wolfbrid's words of negation could not be mistaken, and in response, the mix's drooping ears swing back, the dog nearly draws back in mingled shock and outrage and he flares out at his nemesis in anger that is almost petty. Cheated. Of what, he knows not. "Don't do me any favors, whelp." The last word is snarled. An instant later, a mouthful of blood in place of saliva spat at White_Fang's feet. Anger.

   BlueHeel shakes his head, "Darian, stay out of this, this is a different battle. I'll be fine. White is doing a bigger harm to Lip, but letting him live." He tries to inturperet what is happening. He turns to Chin, "Are you okay?" As he checks Chin out for damage. Turning back to the battle or lack there of, he realizes that his first assessment of White Fang was correct. He is arrogant, but at the moment, has the fighting skills to beat anyone back that disagrees with it.

  Chinook runs his tounge out over the bleeding gash in his cheek, tasting his own blood along with Lip's, then nods to blue, "I'm fine... you?"

  Merely a wickedly amused smirk is displayed as Lip-Lip goes about trying to provide an insult .. presumably in the attempt to enrage the hybrid, and provoke him to deliver the fatal stroke. Instead, he merely laughs -- the same type of maddening laughter that Beauty Smith once used to drive him into a frenzy, jagged and cruel. "I do you no favors," the large male replies, his voice steadily and resolving to a few sharp snickers here and there. "I merely spare your life .. so that I may take it later in an honorable fashion, one-on-one, as it should be. I require no assistance from others -- I can kill you myself." Tongue flashes out across his muzzle, and as White Fang once again tastes the mix's blood, golden eyes gleam afresh. "You know I speak true .. It is simply a matter of time." And it is true -- the three-quarter Wolf is rather high-strung .. but his past gives him an ample excuse for being the way he is.

  Not a sound, nor action of regarding to Blue's words is earned by Darian, his form refusing to step away, yet not approaching either... A stature as motionless as stone, yet as fluid as a passing stream, muscles taut, flexed, prepared to take action if provoked... For now, he keeps his furies quelled, seeing that the matter at least seems to bare resolution and halt...... Eyes occasionally pass from Lip towards the fellow hybrid, only to draw upon the mix once more. One could almost think his eyes cast light with the intensity of their stare..

  In light of of the new information that White_Fang parted with, Lip-Lip remains in a rather confused silence for a moment or two longer, during which the heat that emanates from -his- hateful gaze has nothing to do with light and everything to do with the dark. At last, a sound half snarl and half sigh parts his bloody muzzle, and, lifting his head to sweep the area with a final, bitter stare, the mix slowly turns his shoulder on the largely battlescored congregation. Now that he has White_Fang's 'protection' -- the irony of it is enough to make him sick, which he probably will be in the very near future -- he can afford to do so. The sound of heavy paws and a gradually quickening, lengthy stride recedes into the cold air, as does the scent of blood and rage with the mix's leaving. You haven't seen the last of him. Don't dare think you have..

  BlueHeel looks back at Lip, then over at White, shaking his head again, he answers Chin, "I'm okay, just some scratches, but Whisper will tan my hide, when she finds out. but Una is the one that has the damage, I wasn't about to let Lip have his way with her, which is what he wanted." He looks back towards the house. "I hope she gets help from someone, now that the pups are born and as soon as Sarah has her pup, they will be training again."

   And as soon as Lip-Lip parts, so too does the opposite mix of breeds -- and the large male turns and slips away with nary a word or glance to the other canines present. They are none of his concern -- and all he asks in return is that they don't concern themselves with him. His matters are his business, and any attempt to interfere or interject will be promptly and harshly rebuked .. hence his previous attitude towards Chinook. Being left alone, however, White Fang no longer has a reason to remain .. and thus, he vanishes back into the shadows, as swiftly and silently as he appeared.

  White_Fang heads off to the south. White_Fang has left.

Darian's eyes first take their moving gaze upon the mutt who exits, before quickly shifting to move once again as the golden eyed wolf hybrid now takes his leave... Both possible threats gone, the hybrid's defensive, ready stance settles, muscles relaxed under his fur, and his eyes calmed.... A heavy sigh leaves him..

  BlueHeel looks after White, "I still dont' know which one is worse. The evil Lip, or the arrogaunt White. I still want that limping one dead." He settles down on his hunches.

  Darian's eyes still seem to retain a look of intensity, though calmed... "His arrogance is thicker than his teeth," he mutters, eyes narrowing.... But they begin to soften when they look towards BlueHeel.... "And seriously.. I don't care what issues they may have.. And I don't care HOW well they fight, cause if either of them try to harm you again while I'm around, they'll answer to ME...."

  BlueHeel looks back at the house, then back to Darian, "I can take care of myself. but your help is appriciative. It's my weaker friends that I worry over, Una, Kie, even Whisper at the moment, Twilight. They are the ones I worry about." he bends around and licks the one wound more, but the one on his muzzle still lets out blood he licks it some as best he is able.

  Darian slowly shifts himself so that he is facing Blue fully, approaching the wounded mutt... "I never questioned your ability to take care of yourself, friend... *sigh*...Maybe it would be better if I don't get involved, but I can't promise it if something like that happens again..." Drawing closer, he offers to clean Blue's muzzle himself, tongue extending to lick across where he was wounded....

  BlueHeel lets himself be cleaned as he talks back. "You do what you think is right, I'm never one to look a gift in it's mouth.. I like having help, I know I can't protect my pack by myself. So I apprciate the help. I hate fighting though."

  Darian sighs again, carefully licking for a bit longer, before he stops to speak, nuzzling a bit now. "I'm not fond of it myself, believe me... But it will still happen, that much I know... We have to fight for the things we hold dear to ourselves everyday in some fashion or another..."

  BlueHeel licks him gently... "I would appriciate any help you might be willing to give me and my pack and whisper's team." He waggles some. "I will do my best to protect what I have.. judging from what Lip said or didn't say, he knows the pups are born, and I think he might come out to do some harm to them." he yawns and looks back at the house. "This battle took more out of me than I knew.. I think I'm going to have to go sleep."

  Darian nods.... "Get some rest, friend.. You deserve it..... He'll have me to deal with if he tries to go after your pups, I promise........"

Sat Apr 07 03:11:43 2001