An Army of Two

[vance74]

After a few days of traveling through this forest, or any forest, for that matter, all the trees looked exactly the same. Just the same monotonous pattern of wooden giants that seem to repeat themselves every few hundred yards. So when you travel for too long, you go into autopilot, or at least that's my experience. I suppose that's what happened while me and my brother were traveling, because I didn't even notice the tree in my path....

Well damn, that stings.

Goddamn trees. Too many of em here. Why the hell does there need to be so many damn trees all over this place? I swatted a tree near by, a dozen pieces of bark sent flying from the impact. I grumbled a million curses while I got my bearings, but soon realized that the reason everything was so confusing was because the damn trees looked exactly alike, on all sides. Walking slowly to keep my head from popping off from pain, I grumbled to my brother, "Too many goddamn trees.... do we even have any idea where the hell we are?" I didn't get an answer quickly, and that just fueled my growing anger. And only one thing helps my temper. I shifted my weight back on my back legs, ears folding back. "I'm going to scout ahead, I'll see you in a bit." I knew what he was going to do, sternly attempt to talk me down off my horse. Not this time big brother. Sorry.

I took off, dashing through the forest. My paws hit the dirt and yet left little trace; I was moving far too fast now. Trees blurred together into a single color. I dodged around trees, refusing to pull another skull breaker. I could feel my energy both surging through my veins and depleting. I couldn't keep it up forever, so I slowed to a mere bounce, hopping from rock to rock, shorter and shorter distances until I ran out of momentum. I stopped in a small clearing, and I looked around for a bit. Just another set of the same trees. I sat and grumbled in place, until the brushes moved. I fell into a defensive position, ready to sprint away or towards anything or anyone. I muttered a warning, in case it was Mahkahl messing with me. "Brother, if that's you, you better show yourself, unless you like the taste of my foot." I sat in wait of the reaction, and prepared for a fight.

-Hatchet-

[surrogate]

Son of a bitch, there he goes again I thought. I hesitated to speak out, knowing he'd never listen anyway. Trotting along briskly, I kept sight of his image blurring against the trees. One thing was for certain, and probably the ONLY thing Hatchet ever got right; *too many damn trees*.
"Hatchet! Slow down! You're gonna hit another one and I wont be digging bark out of your damned muzzle!" I attempted to shout.
The rustling of the leaves and grass beneath me must have muted my sound. It didnt matter much anyway, Hatch was long gone. Slowing to a crawl, I stopped to look at my surroundings, Nothing but green. Green, green, green, green and the occasional brown...glorious.
"Across a sea of green huh? We'll drown in here..." I said quietly to myself. Hatchet should have known the dangers of this forest; sneak attacks bound to happen, the undergrowth leaving trails for the pack Hatch pissed off, not to mention getting our asses lost in the thick of this brush. Well, no one said it'd be easy.
I stood straight and heard rustling.
"Had enough of this never-ending maze, have you?" I began my rant.
Suddenly, a musky scent flew into my nostrils. You're not Hatchet...
Standing alert, I braced myself for what came next. Four thuds hit the soft undergrowth enough to wake the worms and beetles underneath.
"Well well, if it isn't the calvary kid. Where's your little princess?" the scarred and semi hairless jackal hacked.
I stood there, ready to counter, but said nothing. Talk was cheap, and these were mere shadow's of their former selves from the last bout.
"Nothin to say once you're outnumbered, huh, Calvary?" the leader cackled as four Jackal's surrounded me from all sides. I was in the middle of a perilous pentagram, the question was; Who's attacking first?
God Dammit Hatchet, see what you get me into?

[Jace]

Dammit, those Beasts. The winds getting thick, I might need to take some cover if I'm to remain hidden. The scar underneath my eye, began to bleed, not only did it hurt but it partially blinded the one side of my body. I might need to interfere, but I've never seen them around the homeland. But that one Jackal. He was there that day. Scar's tell alot about one's life, dream's, triumph's, and defeats. This one underneath my eye was the mark left by a Dark coloured wolf. It bleed much in the first days, but now only brought me sorrow. That Beast was my sole target. He took my father, so I decided i would take his life. Once my self imposed mission was complete, I would return home.
Are you willing to let another die in your line of vision, the road to the power you seek can't be reached unless you make some sacrifice for others.
Damn inner voice. It's always right. maybe If i take that Tree top I can-

Shit, they see me

I guess there is no turning back now, I just might need to fight my way out of this. Or atleast survive long enough for that second smell to find me and this other wolf.

"Bring it"

I truely hope my inner voice was right.