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Post by Anika on May 18, 2008 3:39:52 GMT -5
Vlademire
Blood... it was unavoidable. From the dim red light that the sun cast over the mountains to the blood red fur of the large male wolf that walked alone in the shade of the mountain to the trail of blood that followed him. With each stained paw print came a dull thud as he walked on wards. Black eyes were fixed on a point ahead as the wolf just kept walking. He had no idea where he was going... just on wards and away from the caelum. That place bought nothing but problems for him and to be honest, he'd much rather take over somewhere else. His old homeland had fallen into a state where he would much rather not have anything to do with it.
Vlademire's large pink tongue rolled out of his mouth as he panted, exposing ivory fangs which dripped in his recent victory. For a way off behind him lay the carcass of a large cat... a caracal to be precise. Maybe it wasn't one of his smartest moves, getting into a vicious battle between the cat but he needed a bit of risk, something to get his heart pumping and his adrenaline going. To be fair he hadn't gotten away from it unharmed. A number of wounds were whipped across his body, adding to the numerous scars he already had. His head was feeling a little hazy but he still had the taste of blood in his mouth, the feeling of ripping the little kitty's throat out lingered in his mind. A small grin curled around his maw as he carried on with a small limp in his otherwise heavy step.
What he really needed at the moment was to get cleaned up but he had to admit he'd love to see a reaction to the current state he was in. The Daelyn lifted his head to the air and sniffed, ears perked as he stood still, searching for any signs of water. In the distance he heard the trickle of water... good. Impatiently he paced to wards the sound until he could smell the fresh stream. As it came into sight, Vlad gave a sigh of relief. Licking his lips, he stepped into the stream. Immediately the water around him turned the colour of blood as it was carried down the stream and made the ache and pain of the wounds subside slightly. He let himself relax a little, the icy water felt good against the cuts and cooled him down. He quickly dunked his head under and bought it back up again, happy to see that most of the blood had cleared. Hesitant to get out of the water, he looked around. Where to now?
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Post by blacksilver on May 19, 2008 8:04:08 GMT -5
Snowfire moved up stream on the creek, the smell of freshly spilled blood had entered his nose and he was sure to fallow. He knew that the blood came from a brute, he was ready for some action. His powerful shoulders tensed as the scent grew stronger, his bi colored eyes flickered with interest. As he came into sight of the brute he saw to his liking that the brute was already very injured, an advantage Snowfire would take as his. A wicked and cruel smile appeared on his face, he stalked closer. His eyes skimmed over the brujo, he looked about his age, about the same size but the brute had multiple claw wounds on him. Snowfire then seeing nothing to his disliking strutted into the the small clearing, under his long thick fur lean muscles flexed and tensed. An arrogant battle hardened voice came out of him as he said, "Well well, whats this we have here." His smile became a tricksters grin as he placed himself to the right of the brute, the grin showing all of his razor sharp fangs. Snowfire sat down and curled his tail around his paws, clearly loving the situation. It could go either way, either the brute attacks him or the brute fears him. Which ever way it went Snowfire was sure to sink his claws into him, to taste hot burning flesh again. He licked his lips eagerly, he couldn't wait. He wondered how the brute saw him, did he see a blood thirsty killer? Or did he jest see him as some chew toy? He hoped for the brute's sake not the second one.
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Post by Anika on May 19, 2008 10:26:04 GMT -5
Vlademire
Now that the pain was dimming, Vlad felt much more relaxed. He even a stifled a yawn but it quickly vanished as a scent came to him. Nostrils flared as the huge Daelyn looked around for the culprit. Among to smell of the blood was another. A large male a little younger than himself came into his view. Vlad immediatly froze, eyes fixed on the male.
"Well well, whats this we have here."
He said exposing a row of fangs. Ears flicked back as Vlad returned the vicious toothy grin, blood still smeared across is teeth and maw. A slow harsh chuckle came from the back of Vlademire's throat as he turned to face the brute who had sat himself down. Who was this stranger? Well obviously Someone who hadn't met a Daelyn before. Flexing his muscles slightly, Vlad automatically started to raise his hackles and scrunch his neck, a starting point for his defenses coming up. "Trouble is what we seem to have..." He replied shortly, a brow raising above his piercing black eyes. The blood red male paused, the muscles around his mouth twitching. He could feel the coldness in the air. There was a sense of power between the two, even though they had just met. Although injured a little, he knew he would still be up for a fight. He had caught his breath and the blood had started to clot from his wounds. His fur was damp as he stepped from out of the stream and shook his body so that the droplets water flew out.
He wasn't really in the mood for feebly being intimidated... if that's what you could call it. Vlad didn't fear death because he didn't really have anything to fear from other males in the first place. But what he really did hate was to be challenged... and right now he was being challegned... mocked even. Bringing himself to his full height, Vlad took a confident step forward. "What do you want, Scrag?" He asked, flashing a snarling smile and licking his lips hungrily. Now it was time to set the rest of the defenses as a precaution. His tail tucked and ears lowered down and pinned themselves to his skull. Shoulders rolled, his stance widened and his eyes narrowed. Well, it was certain this land wasn't going to be boring.
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Post by blacksilver on May 19, 2008 18:43:09 GMT -5
Snowfire could feel the electricity in the air, his body tensed. He heard the brute speak and his eyes narrowed threateningly, his eyes gleamed with anticipations. He watched him step from the stream and draw himself to his full height, Snowfire stood and his fur bristled. This brujo was only about a centimeter shorter than Snowfire, his eyes flared as the brute stepped forward. An insult slipped from his maw and Snowfire thrust his face into the brutes "Not very wise cur, seeing as how you are injured that gives me the advantage. Now I am not here to fight, join me in my reign of terror or die. It's you choice, but make it quick for I am getting impatient." Snowfire snatched his head back and flexed his shoulder, his grin turning even more twisted than before. He waited silently, his body tens and his tail flicking with impatience.
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Post by Anika on May 20, 2008 0:55:34 GMT -5
Ooc// In your description, you said of your wolf being 3.5 feet therefore he can't be bigger than Vlad who is coming up to 4 feet due to careful breeding in his last home. Maybe I shoulda mentioned that somewhere in his description ^_^;;
Bic//
Vlademire
It was surprising how entertaining Vlad found this male. Who did he honestly think he was? He thought to himself as he bristled his fur uncomfortably and readjusted his defenses. It was fun to watch the male's reaction... very fun. He was definitely getting angry... infact... Vlad had the chance to bite into the male's face as it was up so close but before he had the chance he had drawn his head back.
"Not very wise cur, seeing as how you are injured that gives me the advantage. Now I am not here to fight, join me in my reign of terror or die. It's you choice, but make it quick for I am getting impatient."
Vlad had to pause and actually think about what the male had said before he took it all in. Immediately the huge red male opened his mouth to give a large booming laugh, his brows raised. "You can't be serious..." He chuckled, a cruel smile winding around his muzzle. "These injuries make no difference to me" He added, flexing his toes irritably. "And you honestly don't have a clue who you're talking to if you're challenging me to submit to the likes of... you" He started to pace around the brute, circling him like a bird of prey with a scrap of meat. "As for the dying part... heh... now you're just dreaming" He snarled, continuing to pace and pace, black eyes fixed on the slightly smaller male. He had to admit though... the male did have guts to come up and challenge a stranger... too bad Vlad would make it the last thing he did.
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Post by blacksilver on May 20, 2008 9:28:13 GMT -5
The laugh hurt him deeply, it reminded his of the loners who had stolen his life. He closed his eyes and a vision flashed before them, A gutting pain ripped down his face as the pup's claws cut open his old scar,' Your a coward, you can't even fight back. Your jest a scared Little chew toy-' A screaming wail filled the air as Snowfire leaped forward and sank his fangs into the pup's throat, his pelt soon became a matted red..... His eyes reopened and instead of seeing the brute in from of him, he saw the pup from his past. His scar burned, his eyes turned crazed and angry. His final spoke, his voice was dark and deadly, "Me? You have no idea who your dealing with whelp. What a waste, you could have been a great use to me." A froth boiled from his mouth and a blood curdling snarl echoed deep from with in him, his bi colored eyes both caught a fire. The light orange on for his honor and arrogance, the dark blood-red one for murder and bloodlust. Snowfire scrunched his neck in, flattened his eyes against his scull and tucked his tail under him. His eyes dilated with hunger, his thick muscles rippled under his pelt. He watched the brute intently, keeping track of his movements as he circled. Then he rushed him, trying to knock him over. He aimed his teeth at the brutes throat, he hoped this would be quick and the brute would die with ease.[ooc: okay he can be taller , so it this a slave fight or a death match?.]
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Post by Anika on May 20, 2008 10:10:16 GMT -5
Ooc// I suppose a slave fight
Also, "he leaped upon him" and "his teeth went to the brute's throat and his claws to his shoulder", are examples of powerplaying and is a nono here. You have to give my wolf a chance to react to the attack. You're allowed to say you attempted to go for his throat but the amount of damage given by the attack is up to me. Please edit that part of your post.
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Post by blacksilver on May 20, 2008 18:14:31 GMT -5
sorry, I went a bit overboard. I edited it.
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Post by Anika on May 21, 2008 11:14:03 GMT -5
Ooc// Don't worry about it ^^
Bic//
Vlademire
The moment that the words left the brute's lips, Vlad knew that this wasn't going to end nicely. He had known it from the beginning... not the nicest welcome but then again he wasn't looking for nice. In fact he hated nice. He'd rather have a deadly battle than a little pansy wolf coming up to give him a hug. Vlad returned the smile, his defenses up fully now, his guard completely aware. Tail tucked, ears pinned, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled and fur floofed he watched the male carefully.
Then it happened. The male rushed at him and Vlad tensed up. He was going for the throat... well, it was a good place to get a nice death grip but Vlad had other plans. He wasn't really the type to just roll belly up and die at the first attack. In response to Snowfire, the massive Daelyn lunged forwards, throwing his shoulder forward in the way of the brute's attack. He felt teeth sink into his shoulder but it wasn't too much of a loss. Well, it certainly wasn't a grip that would bring him down.
Now he had a clear view of the male's exposed neck. He hadn't rolled his shoulders so the lower part of his neck nearer the shoulder wasn't as protected as it could be. Widening his stance, Vlademire turned his head and aimed to get a grip on the side of the brute's neck near to shoulder. He wouldn't be able to move out of the way unless he let go of the shoulder. The massive blood red Daelyn felt pain shooting down his leg but did his best to ignore it. Soon enough he'd taste the blood of a fool. If he was lucky his fangs would pierce the jugular but he didn't like getting his hopes up too much. A grip that was good enough to force the male to submit would be fine for him.
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Post by blacksilver on May 21, 2008 14:07:39 GMT -5
Snowfire knew he had made a mistake, as he let go of the brute shoulder a stinging pain jolted up his side. He had let go jest in time for the brute's fangs to sink into his front left leg, his teeth had barley missed his neck. A twisted smile appeared on Snowfire's face, he laughed insanely. The pain was only a numbness in his nerves, he had lost most feeling from his younger days. With a snarling roar he tried racked his fangs over the brutes soft nose, he hoped that the pain would make him let go. Snowfire hunched his shoulder to help protect from any shot at his neck, he waited for what would happen.
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Post by Anika on May 23, 2008 8:20:58 GMT -5
Ooc// racked his fangs over the brutes soft nose... again, that's pping XP
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Post by blacksilver on May 23, 2008 9:06:24 GMT -5
ooc im sorry, i'm jest horrible at fighting. I edited it.
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Post by Anika on May 25, 2008 5:35:34 GMT -5
Vlademire
Vlad felt fangs sink into flesh and the taste of fresh blood made him grin through a moutful of idiot. He gave a small snarl, noticing that his shoulder was free of fangs. He flexed his muscle which ached when he moved it. He shifted the rest of his body round so that he was at a right angle to the attacker. Through a snarl he saw a movement from the corner of his eye. Prefering to keep his eyes he let go and threw his head away from the male's fangs but not in time to save himself from injury. Fangs scraped down his muzzle, opening a wound that the cat had previously made. He let out a furious roar, blood steadily pouring down into his mouth.
Black eyes narrowed and looked forward. Right infront of him, the male had his ribs and abdomen, a nice selection for him to choose from. Moving the rest of his body away from the male's head he lunged forward, jaws wide open to get a nice crunching grip on the ribs. Hopefully the force of this might knock the brute over but Vlad didn't have too much faith in this. If he got a good enough grip he might be able to break something but it wouldn't exactly be hard for Snowfire to get out of the way of any serious damage. If he did get a grip he made sure he'd be able to hold the brute in place. His paws were stretched under his body so that he could force the brute into a position that was comfortable for Vlademire.
He reset his defences, ears pinned and tail tucked, neck scrunched, shoudlers rolled, stance widened and he narrowed his eyes incase the he-wolf went for the face again.
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Post by blacksilver on May 25, 2008 15:26:41 GMT -5
He did not laugh in words at the brutes bleeding, but his eyes danced with laughter and victory. He saw the brute lunge forward, obviously going for his ribs, Snowfire twisted slightly to the side, protecting a clear shot to his heart but receiving a painful blow to the ribs directly below the heart. Snowfire did not struggle or twist and turn, for he had seen the brute dig his paws into the ground to hold him there, and he knew he would break a rib if he moved. So he stayed relaxed and rolled his shoulders, scrunched his neck and bared his teeth. He then snapped his fangs forward, trying to get a grip on the brujo's neck area behind the head, a perfect spot to get at the major veins. He hoped the brute would be too busy on his ribs to notice Snowfire sink into his neck. Sure the back of the neck wasn't the best spot but it was a pretty good one, he was very pleased that the brute had only gone for his ribs, not many vital veins resided there.
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Post by Anika on May 28, 2008 7:49:51 GMT -5
Vlademire
He knew he couldn't stay in this position for long as it was uncomfortable and exposed a lot of his body to the male. But nevertheless he felt fangs sink into flesh once more as he got a fairly good grip on Snowfire. He bit down as hard as he could, just wanting to feel the crack of ribs. Jaws ached a little as he made sure everything was in place to defend himself. His neck was particularly scrunched and his shoulders were forward to protect his neck which was in reaching distance of Snowfire. Ears were also pinned down so that they wouldn't be ripped off. Tail was tucked under his body and eyes were narrowed, all of the necessary precautions of fighting.
He felt a movement from above and automatically lunged forwards into the brute. Fangs sank into his upper back at the base of the neck and slightly towards the left shoulder. He gave a small shiver as he let go of the male's ribs and spat blood onto the floor. With a large roar of fury he turned his head to the side. Here he had so much choice to go for but the position his neck with being held left his movemnt quite restricted. His black eyes moved to this side where the enemy's leg was in reach of his fangs. He twisted his head violently trying to loosen the male's grip before he went to clamp down on his front leg over the elbow.
If he got a grip on it Snowfire certainly wouldn't be able to move it and if he moved too suddenly or in the wrong way, Vlad would be able to dislocate something or even snap the leg. This was tiring work but nothing he wasn't used to. The only way he'd be able to get out of getting injured would be if he let go. Momentarily he thanked his ancestors for the thick fur he got which he felt was protecting him much more than some of the other things he did.
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