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*Turok had been patrolling the lands for something to do. He kept his eye out for anyhting unusual and for game to hunt. He wanted to help out the pack since him and darkmoon became mates. He had recently returned from a mission and was gone for about a month and this time he would be around longer than last time. The armored soldier walked through the fog that was settling in and his armors CPU had an access to satelites in orbit. He was aware of a storm making its way to the area so he figured he would do a patrol before it came in.*

*He thought about darkmoon alot and knew she was not use to such deep emotion and had many qeustions that drove her aggression levels up lately. Although turok wished he had all the answers he could only answer most of them. The biggest thing was they both wondered if they could produce offspring. He himself didnt really know and the only way they would find out is by mating. But he also made it clear to her that when she was truely ready then he was and he was not going to rush her into it while she was still confused about it. Turok pushed the topic aside as he seen a moose in the far distance walking inbetweensome trees. Turok figured that would be plenty of meat for darkmoon and moonshadow plus himself.*

*Turok quieted his walking and went into a stalking stance as he moved slowly and finally knelt of an armored knee as he lifted his silenced MK-14 rifle and was waiting for a good shot to take it down. When his chance came he took it as he fired a single shot and the moose went down. Turok could tell it was a large bull and it would take him time to drag it back to the others. When he got to the moose his armored fingers had dug into where the bullet hit and he was able to extract the bullet and he tossed it aside. He then grabbed the moose by its back legs as he began dragging it back to the main territory where dark and moonshadow would be at. As an hour passed turok finally had gotten the dead moose back and he looked around before calling out to darkmoon and moonshadow.*

Darkmoon!? Moonshadow!? Come and get some meat before the storm comes in!!

At that moment, Dark Moon was locked in another battle with one of the larger, stronger males amongst her clan, Spine. The big brute had seemed more and more determined to beat the Alpha in a fight as of late, and most couldn't tell whether it was because he himself wanted to lead, or because he simply wanted to undermine Dark Moon. Probably a mixture of both. Whatever the reason, these battles almost always lasted far longer than usual, the two beasts too closely matched in strength, with Dark Moon the superior in ferocity, thankfully. Her claws hooked into the grizzled male's mane, tugging him in close enough to snarl curses in his face.
"You can't beat me, Spine. Any Cyscar with sense could see that!"

"Then why have you never managed to roll me?"
Spine spat right back, malice dripping from his every word. It was true. Though she always came out on top, Dark Moon had yet to completely tear him down enough to get him on his back. As per usual, whenever the Eris Clan's members had serious battles between one another, if either party lost their footing completely, the audience - the Cyscars that had encircled the fight to watch, licking their chops and baying for blood - would rush in, even shouldering the winner out of the way, and tear the loser to a bloody pulp as they shrieked and wailed. Those that lost the fight in such a way never survived, and the pieces torn to shreds were often eaten during the mayhem. And yet, to Dark Moon, that was a far better fate than losing her place as the Alpha. No one would ever take that away from her. No one!

The fight between the two was waning on, and both parties were tiring. Every time one of them stumbled, the audience would tense, ready to rush in, but to their frustration there were yet no tumbles. With both fighters panting, however, it was time for the fight to end. Summoning the last of her strength, Dark Moon lunged at Spine with jaws agape, then sinking her teeth into the flesh just behind his head and latching her claws into his shoulder and side. Spine roared, shaking and bucking in an attempt to dislodge her, but to no avail. Wounds covered both Cyscars, all bleeding heavily and covering the stone floor in puddles of red, but all of Spine's thrashing only tired him further. Seeing this, Dark Moon snarled painfully, muffled by the fur in her jaws, as the tufts of fur on her shoulders tore open; huge, black, leathery wings ripping out and growing in size from the flesh on her shoulders. Outstretched, each wing was easily the size of the rest of her body, and using a few rapid beats of the leathery appendages as propulsion, Dark Moon practically tossed Spine into the rocky walls surrounding them all.

Several of the watchers approached where Spine now crouched, cringing with pain, but he snapped, snarled and roared to keep them away. He was beaten again, but it was not his time to fall under their teeth just yet. "Go away, scavengers! I've still enough fight in me yet!"

"Then I suggest you slink away to your nest, Spine, and consider this moment the next time you decide to challenge me."
Now, Dark Moon approached to stand over Spine, fangs bared, wings spread, and tail high over her back. Her clanmates gave her space as she stood, dominant over her beaten opponent, who eventually, begrudgingly, reached upwards to lick at her jawline appeasingly. Dark Moon snapped at him, and Sound gave a last glare before hurrying off with a healer following him.

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It wasn't too long later that Dark Moon found herself out in the territory with Moon Shadow, her wings still out but curled neatly at her side's. They had surely heard Turok's call, for Dark Moon herself was heading right for him, Chuffing in greeting as he came into view.

"It seems like almost every time I see you now, you have come bearing prey."

A flick of her tail and a ook towards Moon Shadow indicated that she could take some food first, if wanted. Eating was not the first thing on her mind, though she had to find some irony in the meal. If Spine had've fallen in their battle, they might all have tasted his flesh that day, and Moose themselves were about Cyscar size..

*Turok had finally dropped the moose as he admitted to himself that the bastard was heavy as hell. He wasent eating any of it yet for he didnt really have an appetite. Hearing his mates voice behind him he turned around as he chuckled to her remark. True he didn hunt for them often but yet he wanted to show them that he was there for them. That he would be a pack member that they needed.*

Well i might as well make myself useful right? Plus i dont have anything else to do right now.

*Turok looked at the wounds on her body as he stepped forward and went to examine them. He knew she was a tough cyscar and could handle much. But it still caught his attention when she had wounds upon her body.*

Im guessing a fight earlier? Hope it wasent to much my savage love.?

*The worriedness carried in his tone but he did not touch her on her wounds. He looked into her multiple eyes as his armored hand cupped under her jaw*

There a major storm coming so if your hungry eat. Tonight we have much to discuss.

She had heard the baying of her fellow clansmen as they wanted to taste blood. She growls...hating that she missed it. "Of all the days to fight I had to go on border patrol.....I hate missing a fight that the alpha gets into." Her tail flicks. She wasn't hungry....only wanting to taste the blood of the loser Cyscar. Even though she was one of the smaller cyscars, she still had some strength which helped kept her alive..even when most cyscars were a lot larger than her. She walked over to where her alpha was and sat down....noticing the fresh marks on her Alpha's hide. "Awe...I missed the fight with Spine....." "Of course you did, idiot...you had border patrol." "Shut up.....I wanna hear of how badly Spine got his hide torn into."