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Post by Draconis on Sept 19, 2010 20:28:25 GMT -5
Lust chuckled, her tail lowered as did the hairs on her back. Dust was one of the first to defy Lust, so she respected the female. Lust's white muzzle turned from a snarl into a grin, more of wickedness then happiness. "We'd make a good team, you and I. Though we would not if I were dead. Honestly, I find it odd that an Alpha female with as much power as you would take in a dog with some wolf." She shifted her weight, her eyes stared into that of Dust's. "What say you?"
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Post by Blitz on Sept 19, 2010 21:23:34 GMT -5
Dust was no fool, the alpha put on her own corrupted grin. Cold gaze fixated upon Lust's as a pause went on for a good while. She'd draw this out, as if she was contemplating whether or not to team up with this mutt. "You've got that mutt look to you." The canine began, her head was low, her shoulder blades protruding from her figuire with each step. Stalking Lust as if she was her prey, analyzing the wolf dog in every way.
"I am no fool, to the way of the sin." Her words rolled off the tongue, an almost charming way about her. She stopped, positioned to Lust's left side, staring at the female's features. It looked as though Dust was about to end Lust's life right then and there. "But your power is useful," She murmered, beginning to stalk around the canine once more. Now she'd positioned herself facing the same way as Lust, but at her right side. "be aware, any defiance is not tolerated." There was more walking, more silence, and then the small canine was almost nose to nose with Lust.
"Good." Was the only word to be spoken, as Dust looked to Blast. Then back at Niz and finally to that nuisance, Set. Her eyes narrowed at the foolish male, she drew closer, raising her head. Even then however, she was not able to come close to towering over the male. "You watch yourself, for your pack is hardly here." Dust lingered in Set's presence, studying his features before taking a glance at the female beside him. A snort of amusement escaping her at their presence.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 19, 2010 21:32:28 GMT -5
"Obviously you do not fall for the sin, otherwise you would have killed me using your wrath. And I do not defy, though I am not a pet such as Wrath." She stopped then glared at Set as well, grinning once more. "Love is foolish little wolf, for it only creates weakness within you. There are also those who breaks another's heart, yet another weakness with love." She paused, feeling the tension in the air between Niz and Blast. She was amused, and wanted to observe the two fight.
Lune cringed at Dust's words and stare. She would not let Set die because of her. Lune paid no attention to Lust's words, but instead snapped. She brought her crimson red ears up as well as with her head in tail. She stood in front of Set. If Set dies, she would not be able to live with that. Lune would rather die herself then let her lover do so.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 19, 2010 21:46:28 GMT -5
He'd been standing ground his back bristled, toes spread to help hold him firm. Set was a lover, but when he had to fight you could give it to him that he was able. His muzzle is wrinkled, showing large teeth which his kind are prone, thick set jaw firm and locked. He does not like Dust's rude behavior, it makes her ugly, which is a shame, her and Lust both, ugly as the Sin for so she's named. It was that Dust finally came into his face, her ugly visage before him, how could he find that fetching when all she was was nasty? Repelled from her, the Earth did not grace her well, and by it's power she would see her end, he was sure of this.
Set, goofy, playful beast he is snaps at her face "Do not insult me boorish shrew. You fall well with that lot." he tosses his nose to Lust "Your kind is not befit our noble name nor great sanctuary, this fine bosom of the Earth, poor thing you are." It's a shame, for surely she was a most gorgeous creature, divine, should her spirit be so intolerable that it shows upon her face. He dares her to try him, for he is larger and would not hesitate to stand for his pack, even if he were outnumbered.
He may be special, he may be a tad slow in the head, he may be overly friendly much of the time, but when Set does not like someone...he cannot tolerate them easily. Insulting him, his mate, or his pack or highest dishonor of all! Insult the great earth which graces them, he will try to hurt you badly.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 21, 2010 20:34:33 GMT -5
The black wolf could not stand it any longer. Blast was threatening the pack and it was his job to help protect them. Infuriated, he began to encircle Blast, snarling as well as revealing the large canines underneath, even though the brute wolf's were larger. His massive black paws left prints in the grass, his muscles flexed. The black hairs on Niz began to stand up.
Adrenaline pumping, tension in the air. These thoughts ripped through Blast's thoughts as the brute wolf began to tense, preparing for battle. Within Blast, the powerful brute began to unravel. The steroid within poured into his blood stream. /Blood/. The thought of it sent chills of greatness down his spine Taking a step forward with his front black paw, the brute began to follow in Niz's steps, encircling him. Deep, menacing snarls ripped from his mouth, his blood red eyes pierced that of the beta male's, accepting the challenge.
A deathly silence over came the world. Only seconds passed before Niz lunged at the brute, his maw wide open, snapping at where Blast was standing.
The berserk wolf was readying himself to snap at the beta male, but Niz snapped first. The muscles in Blast's legs helped him jump back, making a loud thud in the ground. The steroid within Blast was fully activated by now, making the Shadow Hive miseo berserk. An incredible roar escaped from the maw of the beast as he pounced, landing on Niz's back.
Flesh was slowly being torn from Niz's back as Blast's canines shredded through muscle and fur. There was great pain as Niz yelped in agony. He began throwing himself on the ground, hoping to knock the huge wolf off. There was no weight on the beta's back as blast lost his grip on Niz and fell. Quick as lightning, Niz raked his claws along Blast's face, missing the eye by an inch. Blood matted the black wolf's back, as well as the ground.
Blast felt no pain, for that was what the steroid partially what the steroid blocked in the male wolf, including his own thoughts. Blood trickled down his maw and onto the ground, soaking it. Copying Niz, the brute raked his claws at Niz's face. But Niz was quicker than the brute and dogged, not unharmed though.
Blast attempted to rake his claws dep into Niz, but instead only made and inch deep claw marks. Blood seeped onto the grond, making the beta male fall. His vision blurred. He knew that if he did not get help soon, he would die from blood loss.
The steroid would not allow Blast to just walk away after making Niz fall, though if not under the influence the brute would still not do so. Eyes full of blood lust, the berserk wolf slowly approached Niz, ready to finish him off once and for all.
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Post by Kae on Sept 21, 2010 21:52:44 GMT -5
Though Whisper was crouched in hiding a fair distance away, she could hear the snarls and growls well enough, and though Niz was new to the pack, she knew his voice as he cried out in pain. A chill ran down her spine and she shivered there in the bush, longing for the comforting warmth of her adoptive parents, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what she should do.
She had no way of knowing how many of her own pack were there; the most she could do was wait and listen.
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Post by Blitz on Sept 25, 2010 16:54:30 GMT -5
"Foolish male, watch your tongue, or I'll take it out myself." Dust snarls at Set, left bitter by his words. Bitterness threatens to pull her lips back, to just ever so quickly lash out at this pitiful creature. "Cross Roads-" She stops as her head whirls back to look at Blast and Niz. Ears set forward, watching with a curious gaze. It seemed the Miseo and Beta were going into a sudden death fight, and Niz had lost. Dust leaned forward as the fray continued, one winner stood, Blast.
Her Blast, the very same. "Do it." Dust urged under her breath, eyes fixated upon Niz. This would teach Cross Roads, oh yes it would. Her gaze snapped to Set in warning, she would not tolerate him trying to stop this. It was life, Niz had taken on something he knew he would not be able to finish. Ears folding back, muscles tensed. The scent of blood was soon filling the air, blood from both sides. Taking a glance at Lust for a moment, to keep an eye on this female, Dust then went back to Niz and Blast. Quietly proud, of course Blast had won, he was a killing machine. Hairs raise up slightly, just from the tense air, waiting for that last final blow. Then, Shadow Hive would go back home, they had the sin they had come for. A death would just make their visit a bit more sweet to the taste, for Dust atleast.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 25, 2010 23:25:18 GMT -5
Set's twisted muzzle twitched in his agitation, his pain for his pack-kin. It was the felling that triggered his reaction, ignoring the hateful glare of Dust he leaps forward. This poor fool, acting before thinking. Noble Niz mayhap is a greater fighter than he. It's hard to say for Set avoids fights when he can. He is called now to this, and shall answer!
His luck is that the steroid filled Blast is focused on his downed target. This edge of surprise may help him well. Though he is white and light light gray he's coming from a back angle and low to the ground. There! Lunging for Blast's throat, going to a grin on the side, but down low, near where arteries and veins lay, but to high for the windpipe still. His kind have thick jaws, built for hunting the larger prey. His luck of getting a hold is good, and if he does connect he'll hold on for dear life with those steel-trap jaws.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 28, 2010 22:48:56 GMT -5
Lune joined in with Set, not wanting to coward away. She did not have large canines, but the female could still do some damage. She broke into a Sprint and aimed for Blast's back leg, hoping to rip a tendent. The female wolf missed and instead clamped down onto his tail. Blood filled Lune's mouth, and she found it disgusting for it was a tainted wolf's blood.
Blast howled in rage from the attack by Set and Lune. The small male had missed his windpipe by an inch, and he attempted to shake him off. With his back leg, the berserk wolf kicked back as hard as he could, his long black claws digging into Lune's face.
Howling in pain, the frail female let go of the brute and fell onto her side, her eyesight only visible through one eye. A long, three part scar ran along her head and over her eye. She had become blind in that eye, and blood pooled onto the floor.
The beta found this the time to attack, and lunged for Blast's throat with all his might. His large canines sunk into the males windpipe, crushing it till he could not crush any more. Holding his grip, Niz hung onto the brute's neck.
Blast turned his head and bit Set, digging his canines into the male's shoulder. But only for a moment, for air could not enter the Miseo's lungs as he felt his windpipe crush under Niz's canines. He staggered, attempted to shake of the beta male but failed. A loud, crazed roar escaped the male's mouth as he fell onto his side, dead. Blood pooled from his throat, engulfing the Miseo's pelt. His blood red eyes stayed wide open, and somehow, were still filled with rage.
Letting go of his grip, the black wolf let his head dropped back to the ground. Death was in the air, and soon it would not only be Blast's, but his own. A howl echoed from Niz's maw as he called for his mate. He wanted to say his goodbyes to her, as well as the pack, thinking that he was going to die. But Shadow Hive was still present, and the pack needed to be focused on them, so he only called for Ignis.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 3, 2010 21:39:54 GMT -5
(responding for Foxxy) Ignis is mortified and mystified both at once, it's hard to say which presides over the other, as she watches the fight. She doesn't feel as though she's really there, the love she'd found...gone. She is sure he's dead even as he fights still...Ignis can stand no more and turns and runs, and keeps running down away from Cross Roads, away from Niz, Tris, all of them...
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Set backed away, shaking and scared but rushed as well, such adrenaline! He gives a whine, and looks around for Ignis, Niz looks like he's dying. "Niz" he cries dropping beside the male, blood soaking into his belly and along his feet. He's not aware that Ignis had run, and was trying to figure out what to do about the bleeding beta, his back ripped and torn.
In what is nearly wonderfully a Deus Ex Machina a pair of purple ears pops up beside Whisper, followed by a angular redish face with golden eyes. "Hmmm, whata be this eh young pup-kit? Do we have a party?" the fox asks, having wandered in, as always, from no where.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 3, 2010 21:48:40 GMT -5
Niz stared at after Ignis in sadness. She had abandoned him, and ran off with his pups. Rage began to fill in the black male's body, but soon it was filled with both physical and mental pain. Niz's green eyes filled with betrayal and loneliness. He felt abandoned and sad, but even with these feelings he was still the beta male. He would not die because his mate had abandoned him, but would rather die from protecting the pack. That was his role, and that was what he believed.
Niz's gaze looked over to Set. Shaking his head, the male attempted a growl. "You should be checking on Lune, not me. If it is my fate to die here today, then I will, but not without a fight." Reaching his head down to his side, Niz winced in agony as he attempted to stop the bleeding.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 3, 2010 23:56:06 GMT -5
He back pedals and frowns, favoring his right shoulder, which has been torn by that ruby eyed beast, but Niz is right! oh even when dying Niz thinks of others besides himself. "Don't die Niz." he says sternly as though that may make any sense at all. He runs lopsidedly to Lune and stands over her, giving a low whine, both in pain for his shoulder, his marred perfection! Oh god! but for Lune. crouching softly he nuzzles her "Luna, lovely, brave Luna, are you alright?" he whispers to her, invading her space as much as he could lean on a bad shoulder. With the present affairs he is only half aware.
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Post by kiersten on Oct 4, 2010 0:10:55 GMT -5
A smile overcame the beta's mouth at Set's words. "I..I'll keep this up as long as I can." HE continued to lick his wound, completely oblivious to the Shadow Hive female that was still present. A sigh escaped his maw. /Well, here's another scar to add to the collection.../ Lune felt comforted by Set, her love. She could not see his handsome self with her blind eye, so she turned her head to glimpse at him. It was completely obvious that she was blind, for her blind eye was cut, bleeding, and turning a murky color. Blood oozed from her face from the berserk male's claws. "I am now, my dear Set." She tried to stand, stumbling as she did so and using Set as support. This would take some getting used to. Lune licked Set's cheek. A sudden thought came in her mind and the frail female grew sad. "What about Niz? How is he?"
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Post by MissTris on Oct 4, 2010 18:39:08 GMT -5
Set fretted, and danced from paw to paw, unsure of whom to attend. His love, Lady Lune was blinded, Niz! Niz was dying...Set takes care...Set takes charge when he has to. "Lune, You need to tell me right now, how bad is your eye. If you are in no very serious danger..." his voice is strong and firm, he sounds like Mature Set, not addle Set. The Labrador Wolf looks at his Beta male with mixed emotions before looking back to Lune, waiting her answer to make his decision on what to do.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 4, 2010 18:42:56 GMT -5
Lune nudged Set eagerly. "My eye is fine my love, go take care of the beta." She told the truth, but she was in great pain. The eye was a sensitive part of the body and hers had just been cut deaply. The frail wolf wanted to cry out in pain, like she did when she was a loner. But she would not do so, for Niz was in much more pain than her.
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