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Post by leiutenantlovemuffin on Sept 29, 2010 21:52:07 GMT -5
The elder's eyes glazed over in a deep crimson, for she saw red once more. Immortal, she seemed to be as the elder seemed to grow twice her size. Lucifer, was back. Dust snapped at her muzzle, catching her jowl as she ripped it. That's it... her and Lucifer are done playing this game with her. "You dumb slut... going around thinking you're better than me just because you're a so called 'Alpha'." he groaned from the elderly wolf's muzzle. He laughed demonically as he snapped her head almost upside down, as he forced Byorn forward aggressively as she turned hard to now face the small white female. Her muzzle frothed with a crimson tint as her claws dug into the ground. "Oh, and I am NOT sorry about spitting... it was me. Not the piece of shit I control." he said, speaking about Byorn. He snarled at her, almost in a challenging way... he knew that she couldn't win this without help... and what wolf would be crazy enough to go against the devil. The elder's eyes turned from crimson to Emerald as they darted over to Wrath... for she knew far too much about this serpent. Her blood boiled as she kicked dirt toward Dust's eyes as she began to think up a plan to take her down, or to perhaps just teach her a lesson. A valuable one at that...
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Post by Blitz on Sept 29, 2010 22:33:22 GMT -5
Fur is raised, Dust is done with this damned female. Lips are pulled back, teeth revealed in a show of aggression. With the raise of fur, Dust appears just a bit larger than she usually is, but nevertheless Lucifer has size. "I don't think, I know, you sorry excuse for a being." The words are harsh, there is no more taunting, just a violent side that's suddenly set into place. It seems Lucifer would get his challenge, as Dust lowers herself into a crouching position. Slinking slowly, cautiously circling around the once elder turned devil. Before she can move away, however, dirt is shot into one of her eyes. Rubbing at it for a good few moments, quickly leaving it alone once more. She begins her stalking once again.
Pained eyes taking in every shape of Byorn's body, searching for anything that might hint of a weakness. No, the female appeared well built, even for her old age. The canine remained silent, not a growl nor snarl came from her. Stalking around the elder, slowly, quietly hatching any plans that have come to mind. Elaborating, calculating, the greatest asset the female had was her own brain. Rip that away and what do you have? Nothing, you have a shell.
There is no fear not even a pang of worry, it seems she is ready to dance with the devil. Eyes then snap to Bear, glaring at him. "This isn't your love, this is the devil. You stupid male, wake up." The words are direct and harsh. Trying to snap him into reality, Byorn was gone, should she come back would be a miracle, to say the least.
Bear snorts, silently he is in a constant battle of the appearance of Byorn but the devil within. His shoulders slouch, knowing full well that Byorn is hurting. Isn't she? Of course she is, she must be. There is a whine of confusion, unable to decide who to help. Finally, the massive elder is to make his own stand. Standing before the frothing female, a pained look in his pale green eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispers softly, all that love is washed away from his eyes. There is no gentle ways, no sort of affection, there is a hatred.
A sense of revenge that must be fed in order for Bear to be at peace. "This has gone on long enough, has it not?" Despite the hardened facial features, the male is still murmering to Byorn. It is obvious where his loyalties now lay, looking to Dust with slight worry. The female only gives him a reassuring nod before coming to stand beside the Bear. Once more, the two would be forced to team up in order to defend something they cared about. Bear with Byorn and Dust with, well, self preservation. Two against one, it seemed like an alright odd. Although Bear was old and Dust was not much of a team player. Dust stands off to the side, while Bear stands directly in front of Byorn, both waiting for some sort of movement. It's painfuly obvious, the large elder is still battling within himself, already had he thought he'd killed his love. And now, would he have to do it for real? Only time would seem to tell such a question that attacked his every thought.
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Post by Kae on Sept 29, 2010 22:53:05 GMT -5
Since her arrival, Orca had avoided meeting Dust's eyes, as to do so would be a challenge. This was perfectly normal for a sub-wolf of the pack. Now, however, she looked straight at Dust as the alpha circled Byorn: not in challenge, but in seeking direction from her tactical leader. Dust would know something of Orca's tactics and strengths; all Orca wanted to know was when she should pounce. She crouched there in the grass, her black ears laid flat against her dark fur and the snake coiled beside her, preparing to launch herself at this upstart elder. Her paws were firmly set on the soil, where she had been all this time carefully kneading it down into a firm platform beneath her feet.
She was silent, though, as a surprise attack would serve them best.
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Post by leiutenantlovemuffin on Sept 30, 2010 10:24:29 GMT -5
The elder's Emerald stare darted from one wolf... to the next. Moments of silence passed as tension grew thicker in the forest, for she had never felt this pressured to just give up and die. Her heart raced terribly as she felt the cold stares falling upon her as Dust circled her in a semi-threatening way. Just as the elder was to speak her own words, Lucifer took over once more. "You cunt..." he whispered in a low tone, almost in a growl. He wanted for them to actually kill the elder, for a sacrifice to show them that life isn't fair and that clearly surface greetings weren't enough to get to know someone. Though, these wolves could not go through with this sacrifice... or perhaps Byorn's will to live and love others was far too strong? Bear had torn through her flesh, and even through the female's esophagus, but she still rose... perhaps the devil was too weak for Byorn's will. Lucifer really didn't give a fuck, since he still pushed her, harder than before. The elder leaned over, and began dry-heaving and coughing til what seemed to be a blood-clot came shooting from the elder's muzzle. Slightly afraid, the elder's person shone through in fear, but not for long. Lucifer extended the elder's neck as it audibly cracked as he forced her to snap at Dust once more to warn her to back off. He was not in the mood for empty threats today... thus him pushing her further than she'd wanted to go. Her body shuddered, for this was not fair for Byorn, the malnourished female had had enough of this and began to try and break through, although not in the greatest way. She threw herself against Dust as she attempted to fight though her skin to release herself from the devil's curse. She snarled and began biting her own paws, for she was literally losing her mind. She needed to be saved, but did not know quite how. With the devil inside of her, she was nearly impossible to kill. As she thrashed about, Lucifer spoke up again... but this time in a different sort of tone.... not one to attack Dust. "Aren't you going to help this bag of bones?" he said, as he finally gave up on her. His spirit, now gone... yet Byorn kept fighting because she still felt like her skin was crawling with his hatred. Thrashing about, tears began streaming down her cheeks as she grew frightened. She knew she was now quite possibly banned from this area, and that Bear would not wish to be in her life any longer... so now in her life time, she has lost her first family... her pups, Brakish and Shatter Glass and now this... what's an elder to do but just die if she cannot control her own life?
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Post by Draconis on Sept 30, 2010 18:30:01 GMT -5
A sigh escaped Blast's maw as he stood up, annoyed that Dust would not do as he asked. Would he tell her? He might, if it mean she would kill him. The brute was not one that though of dying easily, but when it came to weakness and love, he would do almost anything to die. Dust would be so disappointed in him if he told her his feelings. His tail played with the dirt on the ground, a leaf fell onto his snout. Both his ears pulled back in an annoyed manner. Fine, if Dust will not kill him, then he will find someone else to. Blast's blood red eyes stared at Derby, who seemed to be ready to jump into the fight.
Wrath only watched as Lucifer came out of the elder once more. Being in his presence made Wrath his servant, so the serpent only watched, awaiting a command. His black tongue flicked in and out. Once the presence of Lucifer dissipated, Wrath relaxed and climbed to a tree branch. His rattle rattled, letting Dust know of his position.
Derby needed to get Dust's attention, and there was only one way he could do that. Ears back and tail down, the pup's black paws broke into a sprint, stopping dead in his tracks right in front of Dust. The orange hairs on his back began to rise, his back slightly arched as of a feline's.
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