A lone wolven hybrid walked slowly out of the trees. She was breathing hard, roughly, trying to regain her lost breath. It wasn't evident at the moment was could have been chasing her, if anything at all, but now she only wanted to get settled in. She wanted to find a pack, something. A mate. Yes. Maybe... She was in such a lightly depressed state that still managed to grip her suddenly and cause her a whole lot of pain.
Memories flooded her as she stepped up to the ledge. She shuddered as she looked down; this was the very ledge she had tried to commit suicide on. She had simply thrown herself without any care for anything, all because of her messed up life. She was a product of forcebreeding, her father would always have hated her though he mysteriously disappeared a long time ago, and her mother had always been nowhere to be found. Now, anyways. It used to not be like that, but it wasn't like this life was any better than the rather mentally abusive one she had started with. And now she had bigger problems.

A deep sigh slipped from her maw, a bit shaky, but hard to tell from a turned back. She stared down at the canyon below, everything. This ledge. It probably still had traces of her blood at the bottom. She shuddered once more at this thought, since she really didn't want to dig up the past anymore. It wasn't until she heard the rustling of bushes behind her that she turned with a start, snarling absentmindedly at who it was. She didn't have to see him, she knew already.

A Siberian husky suddenly popped out from those very bushes and grinned wickedly at her, his banner waving slickly behind him. This wasn't at all the stance Surri wanted. This canine went by the name of Tyrone, and the two were actually siblings. Half, to be exact. Ever since Tyrone's father, whom was the only difference, had been killed, he had been overtaken by the rather 'dark' side of life. He preyed on Surri now, poor Surri, who would forever have to live with his constant nagging and torture. "Thought you could escape from my watchful eyes?" he asked slyly, advancing upon her. Surri knew he may be the end of her someday, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her whine.
"Leave me alone!" she snarled out bitterly, ready to take what she indeed had coming. Just as the spoke, Tyrone shot at her and with all his might crashed into her, toppling her over and practically down the steep drop. A burst of snarls and growls erupted as the two began slashing and tearing at each other, the whole fight nothing much more than a mess of tangled fur and fangs. Surri wouldn't give up, and she wasn't about to let herself slip down that cliff again.

Black time Kals only son was moving just down below right where the duo had fallen. He watched them. He didn't like it when a male and female faught so being like that he moved closer.His fangs bared.Back off male, It is not nice to fight with a ladyHe snarled. His fur raised and hhis tail stiff as his golden eyes watch the two. He didn't know wiehter of them but still. He hated when others faught. His father might have his head for intervening with something that didn't involve him but black was such a softy.He waited keeping his distance.

The fight raged on until suddenly, a terrifyingly sharp and pained yelp was emitted from the heap, obviously coming from a messy Surri. Already she was littered with cuts all over her frame and a perfectly fine Tyrone clamped onto her hind leg. By now she was already tired and wiped out, and all she could do was fall on her side just inches from the ledge. Pain coursed through her body, though luckily nothing was serious.

Tyrone grinded his fangs into her limb without any care, until suddenly the wolf appeared. Tyrone had always taken after his father Nebro, walking in his very pawprints even. Just like his father, he wasn't one to give in easily. Turning and snapping at the air, he spoke with a ridged hastiness. "You back off! This isn't anything to concern you," he snarled bitterly, ready to turn back to the task at paw and tear into Surri. She was a worthless waste of fur. Weak as they came.

With a strong limp still tacked on to his messy torso; Tyrant limped up a pathway of the canyon. He was in no mind to fight, especially not now, he was still recovering and very lucky he could still walk. However, there was a fight above him and, being the way he was, had to investigate on what was going on.

Rounding the last corner up to the canyon top, the large black brute spotted the fighting couple and the son of his nephew. He growled somewhat, but still seemed to hold his cool. Moving up slowly to the wallowing group. "Is there a problem here.." He spoke, then turned his face quite close to Tyrone's "Sir?". His lip pulled back just a little to squint an eye, but none of his teeth were revealed. He barely acknowledge Black's presence.

Crimson eyes quickly twitched to the beaten female and then back to the assailant. "I don't really consider this a fair fight now? Do you?" Tyrant was a giant. Well more than three feet to his back and weighed 180 pounds. His jaws were short and scared, head broad, legs stocky. He wasn't fast but his brute strength was enough. A bullet wound decorated one shoulder, while multiple fresh slices reigned his body. The scare atop his muzzle looked more like a chain saw blade rather than the jaws of the wolf that purged them. And under his left eye, an almost perfect upside down triangle. Eyes flashed with the message. "I'll fight if I have to, and I will give you what's fair."

He growled at the male.I don't care if it is or not she does not deserve to be hurt like she is now and I will protect her!He growled his fangs bared and then he looked to his side at his uncle but spoke not.he growled at the male tyrone.How dare he hurt this female.

Tyrone was readying himself to go back and finished what he started, and then turned his head lightning fast as a new wolf came up. This one, quite huge in contrast to all the others ones he'de seen before, but then also quite marked up. He may look like a monster for lack of a better term, but Tyrone had a certain right to the fae. At least that's what he thought.
"Well, sir, fair or not, this is my sister and this we have done since the beginning!" he growled out, angered that everyone was ganging up on him. He took joy out of beating up on his younger half sister, but that was him of course. So then circled around to Surri's side and snapped at her as she tried to get up. Failing miserably, she landed back down on her side and released a threatening snarl.

Tyrone only snickered at that and looked to Black Tip. "Protect someone you don't know? It's not healthy to get in on others' business." he spoke slyly, eager to finish this session of fighting with Surri off. She was a measling hybrid in Tyrone's eyes, so why were a couple wolves who probably had better things to do want to help her? He asked himself that but he couldn't answer. "After all, you don't know how many other times we've gone through this,"

His growling rose in volume and he stepped closer to the two. Now his fangs did show, just the tips, just a tease of what was really hidden. "Probably hundreds, but that doesn't mean it has to continue. If she enjoyed it I'd leave you alone. But I doubt she is taking much pleasure in this," His words shifted to the female, but his eyes stayed locked on to his smaller opponent. "Are you ma'am?" It was a bit sarcastic, in an arrogant way.

Again another step was taken. Large paws digging into the earth as his ears flattened back. "Now how about you step aside and leave your business to another day. huh?" Black fur raised upon his nape and shoulders. A thick black tail lashed twice then fell limp against his hocks. Crimson's narrowing, but he had yet to show his true anger.

He growled his fangs bared.He listened to his uncle.Back down two against one You stand no chanceHe growled takinga few steps foreward.

Surri was lying there listening in on the words shot between the three. It all sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't help but show it. Sheesh, was her life really that worth saving? Then again, different wolves had different reasons, but she couldn't be sure about the two defending her. Though she was stuck on Tyrone's side quite against her will, she slowly lifted her head from the somewhat blood-smeared ground and tried to look in their direction. Her mouth opened to speak but before anything could become of her delayed voice Tyrone sharply turned his head to her and snapped, shaking her up again and inching farther away, practically dragging herself with her fore legs because of the deep bloody bite marks on her hind legs.

Tyrone then gave a chuckle. "You must be mistaken," he simply replied, ready to move away if need be, but not at all willing to leave Surri. She may be his lousy half-sister mixed-bred canine, but he wasn't about to leave her with a couple... Who knew whats. "It's not like she has much of anything going for her; father gone, mother never seen. I'm doing her a favor," he grinned wickedly, openly not caring about Surri's well being, but deciding those words were best for the situation. "And I don't plan on sticking around for a fight." he then sneered, flicking his banner behind him in an annoyed manner.

"Well then you might as well hit the road bud. You aren't wanted here and if I see you snap at the fea one more time I'm going to rip an ear off." He leaned in closer, "Now you wouldn't want that would you?" He growled in a threat, legs moving him still closer. And even still ignoring the child of his nephew. He would fight this mutt alone if he had to.

Black watched and growled. But would allow his uncle to take charge for now.

Tyrone simply laughed, though deep inside he could feel his blood boiling and temper flaring. "You have no control over us, you don't know her, and you don't know me either. I don't have to listen to someone tell me what to do with my sister." he snarled then, lashing out with harsh snaps in Tyrant's direction. "This is how her father treated her and now it's how I am treating her, so you might actually want to leave us to our doings," he stated with a deep growl. He didn't like the looks of things here, but he would wait until he could do no more before leaving Surri with these two.

Surri could feel the wounds on her hind legs heat up, causing her to kick out to avoid the sudden pain. She also snarled at Tyrone then, sick of his games, but no words would come out of her mouth. Probably because no words could come out of her mouth.

As the fangs flew at him he moved back, he could easily feel the wind from the motions. After the wave of attack settled down he gave a dark chuckle and growled out darkly. "Wrong move bud." With that he launched forward, 180 pounds of weight rising onto one hind paw before coming down onto Tyrone's forehead or neck, Tyrant wanted to give a good beating before letting the brute go.

If Tyrone dodged the attack Tyrant would go after his limbs and gut, and maybe his tail. If he became to angry the feeling of his hurt limb would go away and all four limbs would be usable as well as fight fit. Although it would drain him in the long run, he wanted to see this bastard off properly.

Tyrone snarled and quickly moved backwards to avoid the attack, but his leg had been too slow to get out of the way and was crushed by the Tyrant's motions. Growling out loudly and with one swift action, he flung his head out and aimed to slash a fang against the wolf's face. Then he simply turned and padded off quickly, looking back behind him. "So what, one little loss won't kill me. Just see what good she'll be, I'll get her when you won't be able to get in my way!" he snarled as he left the scene, bounding into the bushes he had previously emerged from.

Surri simply layed there taking soft breaths, doing little to calm herself. Her auds flickered as she heard Tyrone's voice, causing her to look up once he left. She breathed a sigh of relief then, glad he was gone, but she knew he'de be back for her. Still not quite able to speak out of the simple shock, she stared at the thick underbrush.

He watched and then moved to the female.M'am do you need help?He asked looking down at the fem.

Tyrant withheld his bite and did let go as Tyrone's fangs found his face, but they did little more than scathe him. Watching the opponent leave he looked down at the fea. He was going to speak but Black got the first words. So instead he simply stared at both Black and Surri, and then turned and walked away. His limp now stronger than it was when he first arrived, but he didn't care. He needed to find more members for his pack.

The hybrid had now managed to sit in place, breathing deeply in an effort to calm herself. Too many things had been happening lately, things not very good for her personal health. "Yes," she simply replied, finally finding her voice. She slowly staggered to her paws, wincing as she did so. She didn't know what to do now, probably just go off and find a way out of Tyrone's life. Not like that would happen any time soon. Looking back at the departing wolf, and then to Black, she spoke once more, "Thank you."