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Post by Blinded on Dec 23, 2006 20:25:22 GMT -5
Attack? Woah now, getting out of hand here. Too deep, Nymin, but also too late. The brute took the plunge.
"You mock my intelligence, then? Blind faith nothing. I know you killed that other wolf, but be it brute or fae, it is too late to tell by the time I say it." His lips pulled back to show his teeth; Nymin's second attempt at a snarl today. This one was fare more convincing then the first, and it was all starting to go to his head.
Yes, feel the adrenaline!
Slight fear was staring to flow back into him, sure that this was not going to be much of a fight. And if the murder's hunger was still a matter, he could be in trouble.
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 23, 2006 20:31:45 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]Ferine snarled. He didn't believe him? No one ever believes...
Well, look at that... The voices spoke to him. There's another one for you now. Will you kill him to?
I haven't killed anyone!
Of course you haven't darling...
Ferine snorted and brought up his head.
"Well?" he barked. "Take me! That's what you want to do, is it not? Fight for the life of a stranger! Well, you're fighting the wrong wolf, for one, but, do as you please..." His hackles raised further, his coat bristling. The familiar tingle of his muscles being drawn together and taught went through him, and they made him appear larger.[/shadow]
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Post by Blinded on Dec 23, 2006 20:39:39 GMT -5
Nymin didn't start, didn't falter. "I don't fight for the life of the stranger, but either way you will be clawing at my back, I wot."
His own mussels bunched, and his body screamed for a fight. A small portion of his brain knew it to be death, hiding in the back of his mind. Trying to add its voice to the cry for blood. Instinct won out, it always did.
Nymin's tingling legs buckled in a crouch, and as one movement his body stretched out in a spring. He landed just short of the brute with a clumsy stagger. Mouth opened up and prepared to gouge the brute on the neck.
The ebony brute fought on nerves alone now. This was sure, in his mind, to be the last fight.
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 23, 2006 20:45:56 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]The strange brute talked, and then leapt at him. He aimed for his nape.
Ferine bowed his head to protect the vein of life, and canines hit his muzzle, fresh blood oozing. He didn't let this wound affect him. Ferine shifted his wieght on his wounded leg, more blood gushing from him. He raised his free paw into the air, trying to strike the muzzle of the opposing brute to try and take him down.[/shadow] (Ooh, a fight! Go, go, go!!! *swings pompoms*)
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Post by Blinded on Dec 24, 2006 7:17:33 GMT -5
Fresh blood ran down his throat, spilling down his chest in little trickles. Nymin was hauled to the side as the other shifted weight, and when the paw made contact with his face, he staggered. But in the others awkward position, he didn't tumble far.
Nymin turned back quickly and bunched his mussels to prepare for the other to lunge. His ears lay flat at his head and his eyes were perfect circles of excitement. Or fear. Whichever.
(Woo-woo!)
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 24, 2006 17:30:58 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]He smacked his paw back down onto the ice, bringing his posture up right and his weight off of his wounded leg, which was drowned in blood. Ferine winced as he brought his back up, his front down, and lauched himself into the air, spilling blood onto the snow.
Here he was... fighting a stranger... for the life of a wolf nobody knew at all. This was a foolish thing, but this wolf wanted a fight... He'd give him one.
Ferine snarled loud, bringing his wounded paw up to his chest, and his free paw out. His canines flashed, hoping to mark the top of the brute's neck, or shoulder blade in the very least. He had no intention of aiming for his life vien, such would be murder.[/shadow]
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Post by Blinded on Dec 25, 2006 22:42:20 GMT -5
Nymin answered the stranger's frightening snarl with one of his own. A very desperate, fearful snarl. Such was his mood, now that things started to come into focus a little more.
Somewhere along while the blood-lust was clouding his mind, it occurred slowly to Nymin that he was fighting for his life. What more, if he died, this newcomer would feast upon his deliciously nutritious flesh. And as all that came to his attention, Nymin thought of all the things he wanted to do in life. Yeah, motivation, like. Romping and playing and...well, neither of those. Those things weren't what he did. Obeying and starving, now that was his bag. And it wasn't all that bad, was it? Nope. His small contribution to life could not be fulfilled if he was a mangled clump of red fur and broken skin.
Anyway-arg! Back to fighting, Nymin. Pay attention.
The ebony wolf gave a small yelp as the murder's jowls tore into the back of his neck. In panic, he tossed back his head, closing his eyes to bar against the impact, and hoped to make collision with the stranger's nose.
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 26, 2006 0:05:37 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]Ferine released his canines from the brutes neck, feeling fresh blood trickle down his throat.
It tasted too much of wolf.
Ferine gagged, lowering his head, and spit out as much blood as he could onto the snow, while the ebony opponent tossed his head. He had eaten the other wolf, but he was starving and he had too. He couldn't stand the taste of wolf blood, he was tired of it. He had fought too many wolves to continue liking the taste.
He swallowed what he could muster, raising his eyes. As he did so, something smacked right against his maw. He staggered backwards with a yelp of surprise by the sudden pain. The smell of wolf blood- his own blood- filled his nostrils, and he gagged more and forced a harsh exhale to throw out the red goop.
Now he was tasting and smelling wolf blood.
Oh, what a glorious day he was having. Such, was sarcasm. Then again, he never had a glorious day in his life.
He bared his canines again at his opponent. This wolf didn't deserve to be punished, for, he had done nothing wrong. But, if he wanted a fight, he couldn't turn it down.
Ferine snarled harshly, and threw himself at the wolf again, trying to land on his back and cause him to stagger. That way he'd have open access to the stranger and be able to shatter a bone or two, or at least inflict a wound that would cause him to falter.[/shadow]
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Post by Blinded on Dec 27, 2006 15:07:24 GMT -5
Nymin's eyes widened at his own success at being able to land a paw that close to the stranger's face. Huh- who other then himself said that he couldn't fight. I ask you this now!
A new look had come to the stranger's expression, one that made Nymin wonder. Why was the murder spitting out his blood? Surly Nymin tasted delicious to the cannibal. A rare delicacy, to be sure. Or maybe not. Possibly this was the murder's way of adding an insult. Something like saying 'you taste like filth', or what have you. What goes on in this wolf's head?
The ebony wolf realized what the other planed to do moments before it happened, and rushed forward to avoid being jumped. The other wolf was quick, though, and got a shot in at his hand-quarters. Nymin fell stricken to the ground and gouged the side of his face on a perturbing rock. Quickly, he tried to pick himself up.
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 27, 2006 20:53:02 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300] Though his attack managed to cause some wounds, his paws struck the ground at an alarming force - something he wasn't expecting.
Quickly he raised his wounded paw to his chest, using his hind legs to balance himself. His front paw stuck to the ice, as his hind paws went skidding around in a circle in the snow. He shook his head to ruffle his fur, and glared at the fallen wolf, who was trying to raise himself. Ferine scoffed, some more blood escaping his throat. "We can end this now, if you wish. thinking it was a good time to speak, seeing as how the wolf had been slowed - even if it was just a little. "I will not kill you. Possibly, by the time we end this, you'll just have fatal wounds. They will hurt for a long time." he blinked his cold eyes, showing no emotion, his tone keeping that low, monotone. But, his actions seemed that of mercy.
Well, that's something new.
"I suggest you quit while you're ahead."[/shadow]
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Post by Blinded on Dec 31, 2006 15:54:01 GMT -5
Nymin growled, slowly picking him self up from the ground. There was no resistance from the other wolf as he did this, and good thing too.
He eyed the other wolf, cautiously matching him up, looking for lies and deception. The ebony wolf saw none, but it could be an act. Hidden emotions, and all that. It was unhealthy. Not his business.
A growl, not threatening but slightly confused came from his throat. Nymin did not want to back down, but even less he wanted to continue this madness. He had no doubt in his mind that the murder was bluffing in his promise to do him in.
Almost embarrassed, and very much tense, he nodded his head.
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Post by Katerinu on Dec 31, 2006 16:42:32 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]Ferine felt his muscles loosen a little, his once bristled fur began to sink and stick to his frame. He raised his head, giving a hard puff of an exhale, realizing the ebony had given up. So it seemed anyway. "Good," He said, raising himself more comfortably, but still on gaurd. "Perhaps your a little more sensible than I thought." He was silent for a moment, studying the snow with those alientated orbs of his. He sighed, raised his eyes from the ground, and narrowed them at the other, an odd, irritated expression, pupils suddenly becoming dialated. "Even so," his eyelids raised further, his pupils continously shrinking into their icy waters. "You still don't trust me, do you?" Though his look was menacing enough, he gave no aura of another attack, his muscles gave no twitch of disturbance. Something in his mind was clicking, reeling a peice of tape, a masked movie playing behind blue orbs.[/shadow]
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Post by Blinded on Jan 1, 2007 20:06:20 GMT -5
The other began to relax, and slowly Nymin followed suit. His mussles remained to be bunched, and his eyes ever cautious, but at least his fur began to ease down along his spine. And, with much restraint, he gave no indication that he had even /heard/ the remark against his intelligence.
As an answer to that question, Nymin replied: "I'm not giving you any submission. You make a move towards me, and…well, you'll get it." That last bit was rather lame, he knew, but boy was his head feeling addled. He raised his head, expanded his chest, and showed a sullen look in his eyes, hoping to make up for it. It was a tremendous show of bravado, and the wolf hoped it would be enough. The ebony brute could put on a show of malice, but Nymin was running out of boldness.
He himself scanned the other over, not wanting it to be the murder who found the first flaw or weakness brought on by the fight. Not wishing to be left open by the roving eyes of a murder.
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Post by Katerinu on Jan 2, 2007 0:02:06 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300] "Hm." Ferine exhaled loudly through his nose, and brought up his torso as a little wind began to blow by him. Ah... the brute didn't trust him. Then again, not many did. Even so... Ferine opened his eyes to scan the other over, seeing the others posture, and his emotion in his eyes. He didn't know exaclty what to think about it, but oh well. He kept silent, and swerved his body around, walking further into the pack lands. I'm leaving. he thought to himself, unspoken words to ebony brute.[/shadow] (Gah, bad post...)
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Post by Blinded on Jan 2, 2007 11:56:08 GMT -5
Nymin's eyes boggled, and he rotated his body before the other. Yes, he rotated it. Not to be confused with turning, which would be different entierly, and look ridiculous to boot. He never turned his back on the murder, just pivoted his body when the time called, and barred the other's way.
"You're not going into the pack-lands." He said, tail wagging stiffly behind him.
OOC~ Better then my brain-dead ones
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