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Post by Sicarius on Mar 24, 2007 19:15:08 GMT -5
Her breaths came out short and ragged, as if she couldn't breathe. There she stood in her tundra, the cold winds biting at her fur. It was twisted, wrong. The sky was black, the ice was brownish red, as if stained by blood and taint. She could hardly see anything, there was no light. What was this place? Growling, Sicarius turned in a small circle, looking for some way out though she saw none. It was a growing expanse that disappeared into the blackness, nothing but red on black with a dirty haze that obstructed her vision.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 24, 2007 19:22:01 GMT -5
D'Artagnan, noticing Sicarius was confused, wrenched himself into a standing positon. No, if he ran she would only hunt him, blood was rolling off his face and body at that moment.
He threw himself, smashing into her, jaws latching onto any flesh they could reach.
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 24, 2007 19:28:12 GMT -5
She fell limp in his jaws, still dead to the world, in a place so unpleasant she'd rather be dead then endure. Frigid ice chills had begun to seep through her fur and freeze her to the bone. Strange noises sounded overhead, like the flapping of many wings and screeching. Alone in the dark, she curled herself into the smallest ball she could, shrinking back from the things above.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 28, 2007 13:59:32 GMT -5
D'Artagnan, grip so strong, could feel her muscules loosen in his grip. No, he hadn't have killed her that quickly. He instantly let, go, nudging his..enemy...with his nose, looking her over. No, he couldn't just leave her. Even if she lashed out like a snake and killed him, he refused to be the one to serve her death.
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 28, 2007 20:16:39 GMT -5
(Um...still unconscious? xD)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Mar 28, 2007 20:19:59 GMT -5
ooc:// I'm at a dead-end.
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Shay'tan's face twisted into a disappaointed snarl, watching this from afar, Ears flattening, "I knew it." He murmured, heading down from his perch to finish this.
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Post by Sicarius on Mar 30, 2007 5:05:52 GMT -5
-Sicarius still out of it, but if she was conscious she would wait for Shay'tan to do whatever it is that he is gonna do.-
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Post by D'Artagnan on Apr 6, 2007 16:02:10 GMT -5
"I knew she was weak." Shay'tan said, looking disgustedly at D'Artagnan and his feeble attempts to re-vive Sicarius. "Weak...That is why she faltered, D'Artagnan." He stopped on the edge of the river, just enjoying the image of his half-brother's desperate and useless attempts to hang onto the one thing he desired.
D'Artagnan, teeth clenching together as he looked over Sicarius' body, only shook his head, auds pinning down.
Shay'tan smirked, "You won't admit it." Lifting a large paw, he placed it gently down into the water, testing it. "But that won't stop the truth..."
Shay'tan smiled, now slinking through the water, casual at his pace, shaking his head, "You know what was her down-fall? You." Presuming Sicarius was dead, he simply decided to hurt this 'hero' as much as possible, torture him with guilt before finishing him off. "You...wooed her...caused her to drop those rock-solid defenses she had, Ultimately causing her death." At this point, Shay'tan was standing on the opposite side of the white wolf, looking down at her. Ears flattened in a mourn-full stance "Pity."
D'Artagnan's optics watched his brother closely, he wouldn't stand for this, stepping over Sicarius, he puffed his chest out, fur bristling in anger as he watched him. "Get away from her." He said hoarsely.
Shay'tan's ears pricked, lifting a paw he leaned back, acting offended, "I've only come to pay my respects." Shay'tan's maw revealed a ghost of a smirk, followed by a visual of his teeth.
"Now D'Artagnan...You share the same fate as you're beloved here...You both will die at my clutches because you decided to let someone in, you decided to let another wolf get involved. You signed yourself up for suicide!"
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Post by Sicarius on Apr 7, 2007 7:24:21 GMT -5
Far off, Sicarius could feel the confrontation between the two wolves. Part of her wanted to help D'Artagnan, but she couldn't. Not while Shay'tan still lived. While he was near and alive, he would still have clutches on her and who knows what would happen. Besides, even if she could help, she had no clue how to get out of this black on red world she wound up in.
(Crappy, but eh deal with it xD)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Sept 18, 2007 10:07:48 GMT -5
D'Artagnan watched, listening to Shay'tan's sickening words. Taking his mind and twisting it in his grip. Ripping D'Artagnan's heart out of his chest, suddenly, Loyalty towards his blood brother vanished. All respect was lost as both of the leaders locked each other in a death stare.
From afar, Kyo watched. His over-sized ears picked up the conversation but understood nothing. Eyes watched everything with a child-like curiosity, yet saw nothing. The wind picked up, rolling down the mountains and raging through the woods, nipping at his small body. His thick puppy fur guarded him from the wind. The velvet like texture was nothing compared to the thick, coarse fur of the two opposing adults. He'd never in his young life seen his Father seeth with this much anger. Enough to threaten flesh and blood. His black pupils continued to watch, clueless about what exactly was going on.
Was this a nightmare? or a Dream? Could this lead to good or bad things? He watched the two continue to hurt eachother with their words. Trying to wear down the other's thick defenses. How could two of so much alike be so different?
"D'Artagnan, When will you learn!" Shay'tan shrieked at the black wolf. His malnourished body was powered by disgust he felt for D'Artagnan. Him and his brother were the true bastard pups.
The Alpha female had a litter with the alpha male, producing D'Artagnan and Rei, the only ones who stuck around there home lands. Yet, she also had a litter with a captor from deadwood, producing Shay'tan and his younger brother, Heriyon. Heriyon was struck down by D'Artagnan's own claws and teeth.
Shay'tan remembered the scene very well, only two or so years old. Both soaked to the bone in blood, D'Artagnan's jaws clamping down around his hroat, jerking his head back in a final death blow. The terror in Heryion's eyes before D'Artagnan snuffed the life out of him was like a relentless phantom to Shay'tan. They swore to protect each other considering they were the unknown pups. Swore to never let anyone get the best of them. Morals worked for both good and evil. As did respect, living with their father they were forced back to Deadwood, claiming to rule the area no matter how many wolves were to be killed in their wake. Ambitions bared as they grew up. That was summers ago, and that face still haunted him.
"Ask yourself D'Artagnan, Would you rather be loved or feared as leader? Hm? Because look what love has gotten you! Your female was murdered infront of your eyes, and your own passing will be less quick and painless." Shay'tans eyes echoed a hungry look, hungry not for food, but for power. That high he received as he killed a worth opponent, "Remember Heryion? Do you?"
Kyo watched, seeing that look in his father's eyes. Ears flattening, he scurried away from his hiding spot amoung the twisted roots of a large upturn oak tree. Climbing over slippery rock and large logs to get around to Sicarius. Inching his way out of the protective sheild of the woods, he approached her. Kyo's dark eyes looked her over, jumping over her back legs, he hid in her long fur, making it towards her head without being seen. His father wouldn't be happy with this.
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Post by Sicarius on Sept 19, 2007 7:24:43 GMT -5
Somewhere far away from the blood and darkness that pressed against her eyes and the cold that raked through her body relentlessly she felt something warm. Swiveling her head, she searched for the source, eyes trying in vain to discern anything in the unrelenting pitch. Whatever it was, it was faint, she could hardly feel as the seconds ticked past. Groping, Sicarius attempted to find the source of the sensation, despair filling her as she felt it begin to fade. "No!" she screamed unheard and then...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Sept 21, 2007 21:51:02 GMT -5
There was no way to explain how much anger was bent up. It seemed to seep out of every pore that lay on Shay'tan's body, some sick intoxicating ooze that only fueled D'Artagnan even further. "That bastard deserved to die." "Don't you dare say that! Who are you to judge who lives and dies?" D'Artagnan studied his half-brother's face. Maw twisted and mangled so badly he seemed to snarl no matter what, ivory teeth piecing together perfectly, some chipped or cracked from years of heavy use. His vibrant yellow eyes burned holes through D'Artagnan in a stare that could cause the devil to cry. Ears flicked up, like two menacing horns.
D'Artagnan couldn't imagine he looked more like a hero. Same onyx fur, same stainless teeth zippered up together in a deadly manner. The three long cuts running across his right eyes left him virtually sightless, he could thank Sicarius for that.
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Post by Sicarius on Sept 22, 2007 1:33:16 GMT -5
Light. Bright light flooded her vision, burning. Stifling a grunt, she opened her eyes more slowly. The first thing that came across her view of sight was a pup, looking somehow vaguely familiar. She felt different, clean, as if she washed all the filth and taint from the months spent in the Darkwood. Standing, she tried to take in her surrounds. Not too far away, two wolves stood, encircling each other, both alike and yet so different. Stepping forth, her white fur glowing, she allowed her sea green gaze to rest upon the two.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Sept 22, 2007 20:36:05 GMT -5
ooc://FINALLY! X.x
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Kyo's claws scraped at the rocks below as she arose, the cracked and dehydrated ground of Deadwood lay unmarked by his attempt to scurry away, backing against a twisted tree, he gazed up in awe of Sicarius.
D'Artagnan and Shay'tan were locked, watching each other so closely, waiting for the tell that they had to appear. "Its the end." "You always say that Shay'tan." "But this time I mean it." "Where have I heard that before?" "No other wolves are here to save you. That white female is down, and her multi-colored companion has vanished. Those two..brutes." He said the word with distaste, "are no where to be found. Raeylin can't touch me, she is too weak. No one is comming to your rescue this time." Shay'tan said, a smirk crossing his maw only worsening D'Artagnan's temper, making him loose focus. D'Artagnan shook his head to rid Shay'tans words from his mind, a pressure on the back of his neck intensified as he opened his eyes, Shay'tans jaws let there pointed teeth sink into his neck. Attempting to snap it in two.
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Post by Demonflame on Sept 22, 2007 22:42:39 GMT -5
Out of the trees appeared a slim gray wolf, his ears pulled back, a bloodlust gracing his eyes. Jumping on Shay, Demon cackled, his voice having deepened the past few months,"Aw, you already forgot about me, that hurts."
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