Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Only a few hours after the forward troops started to split away from the main army, chaos overtook the rear of the procession. A company of mages had managed to loop around them without any of the werewolves noticing, circumventing the heavily defended front of their formation and breaking their way through the less guarded rear. Protect the Princess! The cry rang out from one of the generals and the formation of Danikas honor guard instantly collapsed into a dense ball of bodies around her. Shields up, swords and spears drawn, all of the veteran soldiers were prepared to block a spell or an arrow for their leader. Get down! There was more shouting, the smell of blood and smoke were in the air, and Danika was being yanked off of her horse. Before she hit the ground, she saw a blazing ball of fire coming their way. She wanted to cry retreat, wanted her men to break formation and dodge the inferno, but before she could even open her mouth to shout, a shield was thrown infront of the ball, causing a small explosion that would surely have incinerated the soldiers protecting her. Danika had never seen magic such as this before, she had never witnessed a mage tame the elements and wield them as a weapon. It struck fear into her heart, and she could only imagine what her men must be feeling. Though perhaps her being here was a good thing, her soldiers were too concerned with the task of protecting her in order to be properly scared. Myra The princess couldnt keep her heart from swelling as she watched her old friend in her element. But just as quickly as her spirits rose that her protector was here to save her, her heart sank. Myra was crying out in pain, then being tossed aside like a ragdoll by an invisible hand. The two veteran soldiers who stood infront of Danika as her last line of defense were also flung away, leaving the princess to stand and face the mage knight who had hurt Myra, -her- Myra. Before Danika knew what she was doing, she was shifting. Not even thinking or worrying about whether or not the mage knight had a silver tipped sword, she gave up the safety of her armor for the power of her werewolf. Mages may have her magic, but werewolves were not without their own abilities as well. Instead of the weak, rational human princess that had been standing before the mage knight was now a large, feral white werewolf who was very- furious that her Vice-Captain had been injured. Before the mage knight could even lower her sword to strike, Danika had grabbed her in a massive clawed hand, picked up the small female, and threw her into a tree with all of her might. The sickening crack she heard let her know that the mage wouldnt be getting up for awhile, if at all. And now, after dispatching the mage knight, she rounded on what was left of the enemy troops. ARRROOOOOO!! Danika howled, alerting her men that she would be fighting with them. Rather than take advantage of the fact that the princess was no longer encased in a protective armor, the men and women of the mage army merely panicked and either fled or threw their hands up in surrender. Werewolves were an honor-bound people, they did not kill an unarmed opponent. They were not the barbarians that humans and mages believed them to be. They treated their prisoners of war well unless they were high ranking officers, in which case those individuals were interrogated, but regular soldiers were fed and clothed. Their goal was to convert others to their pack and to acquire territory, not to murder civilians and slash and burn fields like humans sometimes did. With the battle won and the prisoners put in shackles, Danika could finally shift back into her human form. She was not scarred, nor was she built of nothing but hard muscle. Life as a mother had made Danika the picture of femininity with wider hips, a luscious rear, and fuller breasts. Princess! The General Asher was trying to avert his gaze while attempting to offer his cloak so that Danika could cover her naked body. You neednt fight, my Alpha. My men would gladly take a blade for you. Panting, pale, and looking rather drained, Danika offered the man a tired smile. While I appreciate the loyalty of the troops, General, I am not here to inconvenience them by protecting me rather than themselves and the pack. I am here to fight too. I can arrange for sparring lessons for you then. Hell, I will gladly train you myself, as long as it prevents you from leaving your armor again. I would be honored to take lessons from you, General. Danika was eager to pretend that she needed some coaching and that was why she had not even bothered to draw her sword. She probably could have defended herself just fine with her blade, she had sparred with Myra nearly every day when they had been younger, and while Danika had never gotten to be as good as her friend, she could still hold her own. But when she saw the Vice-Captain get tossed away, when she had heard the heartbreaking thud of Myras limp body hitting the ground, something inside of the princess had snapped. Find that mage soldier who attacked me. If she is alive, I want her brought to my tent for questioning. Then Danika paused, eyes roving her army. That attack had cost them a few soldiers lives, others more were wounded. If we have any dead, I want them buried. Then gather up our wounded and we will march for awhile longer, then set down for an early camp.