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- Brennt - 06-15-2009 Not very long, but there really isn't anything new to say, lol. I think everyone who's interested knows most there is to know about this guy/these two at this point =P After his narrow escape, Brennt had remained a long time in that dark room. It hadn't been until some time later, when his pursuers were sure to think he had fled through some blocked entry, that he had come back out. This plan wasn't one he'd thought up himself, but which had sort of fallen into his lap. The predator had liked the place because it was secret, and that meant it could sleep safely. It had been Brennt's fear that had kept him in there so long, but ultimately it had all paid off. Now, several days later, life had moved on. He had become hungry, and with no friends to talk to (he hadn't seen Maz since everything had begun to go wrong), he had very little reason to use words very much anymore. They only confused him and made him upset. As such, he had felt free to be himself since the incident, exploring and hunting as was the his wont, heedless of the politics involved with the last puppy-killing. So it was that today, the creature whose face was known to others as Brennt, but who possessed no name in its current state, was lounging on the outskirts of the city, near the woods where it hunted, devouring the body of a small rabbit it had slain. It wasn't terribly hungry, it had been feeding sporadically these past few days, steering clear of the regions where it suspected it would find the black female. Its mind was clear of concern...usually a creature of the moment, it would come at life's problems as they presented themselves. For now, contentedly chewing was a fine way to spend a day. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 06-15-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Yay~~ That’s fine with me, ^=^ Is it okay if we say that the skies were dark and threatening rain, for dramatic effect? ^=^;;;;; And would it be okay for this to be set at around midday or evening? 500+
- Brennt - 06-15-2009 Certainly. You know, somehow it slipped my mind that this has to be the same day as when he dies. Indeed, it is supposed to be evening, with clouds in the sky XD Atmosphere=win. Furthermore, I wrote a bit of vague powerplay here. Please feel free to fill in the blanks however you wish, or leave them nondescript. You mentioned needing to know wounds very soon, so I figured it would be okay to be a little less specific in case your other thread begins before this one ends? Also, if the last paragraph's weird, I apologize, I was trying a little something different. The predator looked up into the dreary sky and scented the wind. Nothing of interest was coming from that direction. It lowered its massive head back down to its prey, and tore a wide strip of flesh from its body, gnashing its teeth and swallowing greedily. Symbolism, especially that of a frightful dusk or stormy sky, were utterly lost on the wolf, its mind clear of all such distractions. It was, in truth, not whole. Wolves had become something else over the years, and it had stayed behind. It was profoundly different from the female who had just emerged from the underbrush of the forest. The gray wolf's head snapped at attention as soon as she showed her face, and its lips peeled back. There was no fear this time. It could not outrun her here, and did not try. Instead, it recalled having taken her to the brink of mutual destruction before, and its hackles stood on end as it rose to four legs to do so again. She flew at him, and the battle began in earnest. A calm breeze sent ripples through their coats as the two be-weaponed bodies clashed. Flesh at the gray wolf's nape pulled taut and tore as its foe leapt over his shoulder and snapped her teeth, pulling him over from her hold. The wind picked up, whistling hauntingly through the trees as their voices rose in anger and pain. The predator righted itself, but was beset again. Blood stained its coat in two places now. A deep, resonant growl issued forth, and it advanced rapidly, head low and jaws wide, seeking to take the black female low, and bring her down as it had before. Indeed, as it could push forward more quickly than she could push back, it did manage to overtake her and bring them both to the ground in a tangle of snapping teeth, kicking paws, slashing claws and twisting torsos. Her skill brought her away from it, though they were both bloodied. The gray wolf did not relent, but pursued. It did not have her skill, but it did have a lot of experience now, and was as fierce as any wolf. It kept on her, fully knowing that pauses in battle aided others more than itself...the creature employed no stratagems that needed time to think up. The wind cut off abruptly as it engaged her again, fangs flashing and claws slashing, bodies crashing and the storm-clouds burgeoning above. The hollow rumble of thunder sounded through the empty city, and demanded quiet from the denizens of the forest. A civilized warrior from the woods had met a wild demon from the dead city, and to the wide landscape outside of each champion, their conflict meant nothing. Within the bounds of their arena, however, the fury of their conflict consumed all, muting storm and putting all other needs of pack and nature on hold. At this moment, everything hinged on battle, and nothing transcended that rule; no word nor symbol held meaning within the raw world of blood and carnage. For right now, they were equal in this. It held true for both of them. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 06-15-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Okay, thanks~ ^=^ And I liked the last paragraph, ^=^ This will probably be my last post before I go to taekwondo—I’ll be back around 10 though, if you will still be up, ^=^; 500+
- Brennt - 06-15-2009 The two continued their close-quarters combat, her teeth marking the beast's flesh, the beasts teeth marking hers. The predator's shoulders were bloodied, as was the nape of its neck...she had sought peripheral targets which made grabbing her difficult. Her attacks were more careful, taking the larger wolf's battle preferences into account, playing against his strengths. Nonetheless, the male was powerful of body, and though she scored many hits, he was slow to wear down. She was more skillful, but her foe's physical superiority made a good counter-point to her advanced training and fore-planning. She bit into the predator's shoulder once more, and it could feel the appendage was beginning to weaken. No more strafing and dodging. It wanted to get close and remain close to her. Fang or fang and claw for claw, it was a stronger wolf, and if it kept her in one place and prevented her from coming it at strange angles and retreating after her attacks, it would kill her easily. Turning in against her last attack, it reared up as her claws slid along its flank, drawing blood. Wrenched free of her fangs, it landed the substantial front half of its mass onto her back, and swung its hips away from her jaws. This wasn't completely successful, as it didn't have enough speed or forward push, hanging from her side, to push her onto the ground and deliver a killing blow. Instead, the predator sought the nape of her neck with its jaws, and dug in as deep as it could. She was strong for her size, it could feel the muscle bulging against its teeth. Despite the brutality of the grip of its teeth, the hold of its forelegs on her body was tenuous, and she was able to escape it. Fur came away in its teeth as she managed to scramble out of its hold, blood was now fresh on its fangs too, just as on hers. It wanted to keep after her, but it had stumbled upon landing from her back--its right shoulder had suffered a twinge of pain, she had scored deeply there--and she had easily evaded its reach. The beast stared into her cold, white eyes, and met them with a feral fire alight within its own. The horizon was split, the ominous darkness of the storm at her back and the red blaze of dusk at his. They were beneath the meeting of two borders, both extremely temporary. Would dusk cease before the storm? The woods were beneath the shadow of the storm, just outside the reach of the sinking sun. The houses behind the beast were bathed in vibrant color, alight with the fire of the day's final glory. The predator lunged. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 06-16-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+
- Brennt - 06-16-2009 You mentioned giving him a head-wound. How about next post, she does that as a way of escaping the hold he has on her here? Again, powerplay is a pretty big element in all of our fights, private message me any time to change something. Also, as agreed, here we're doing the leg-wound prior to the end of the fight, so after this he'll 'even things out' with her on the ground? I don't know if it's clear in my post, but I perceive her to be winning at this point, so feel free to imply the same in your next post =P The predator lunged, and its foe side-stepped with a wholly unnatural grace...in the wild, ferocity and size were the end-all be-all, with experience teaching mostly when one needed to be ferocious and when one could not afford to be. Brennt's earliest fights had been spiced with indecision and poor understanding. It wasn't until later that his other side had determined going all-out, even if it changed its mind later, was the best way to approach battle. This foe, though small, fought differently though, and it was perpetual advantage to counter the beast's size. Her muzzle nudged against its neck as it tilted its head in a vain effort to take what had stepped out of reach. Her speed and certainty was enough to intimidate any natural killer...very little wasted effort, complete control of her movements. Her teeth clenched down on the meet of its neck, and the monster's feet landed heavily, and pushed instantly. Its own reactions were impressive as well, and it did not pull away to try and escape that bite, but pushed inward as she bit down, blood spurting from the holes she was making. She was off to the side, but it would still be a fatal hold if she were able to maintain it. The massive wolf took her at the collar, and drove forward, trying to use the force of his push and her resistance to it to drive them up as it had done before, and push her over backward. She responded less favorably now, she had taken this tendency into consideration, and maneuvered so that she would not be taken to the ground. Still, their bodies were locked together by the power of their jaws, and as long as their movement was chained to the other, the more powerful of the two had control. Swiftly, the predator moved to center her back on the forest again, and drove her back, their jaws drawing blood...his from her collar, hers from his neck. Her hind-quarters jarred against the tree it had been pushing them toward, and inevitably its further pushing drove the conflict into the air, each balanced by their hind-quarters. Struggling through pain, the beast pushed off from her with its forelegs, thrashing wildly until her teeth were pulled free. From there, it fell onto its four legs once more, and even as she sought to twist her lithe body away from the backstop of the tree and the opponent who had pushed her into it, the massive wolf grabbed one hind-leg on which she balanced, jamming it in back to the molars, and clamped down with brutal force. Yanking backward, it took her off balance and to the forest floor, and did everything in its power to savage her leg. Pain lanced through its body from the wound at its neck, and the stress on its shoulder was becoming greater. It had worked through it so far, but its instinct was telling it that the fight was going poorly, despite its size. If it could ruin her leg, it could kill her, but she would not remain still long enough for it to destroy the bone there. The storm was growing blacker, and the fire of dusk was retreating across the sky. Thunder roared again as the first star appeared in the wake of the day's last glory. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 06-16-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Everything’s fine with me, ^=^ 500+
- Brennt - 06-16-2009 As agreed, he got her good once her leg was taken out. We've discussed ways for her to escape from this position before, so please feel free to employ anything you know should work (if you come up with a blank, I think that even this rage that has taken him would be overridden by his sense of mortality, so if she gets his neck or something, he'll have to get off of her regardless of all other factors...good thing she's got a professional's calm, eh? =P). The pain was a shock to the beast's system. It had expected her teeth to sink in, but not sheer off. The thin layer of flesh on the top of its head bunched up between her top and bottom jaw, and then that piece of scalp had simply come away. It released her leg and yelped loudly, jerking away quickly, a slight shiver to its movement a clear indication of the trauma. Its eyes showed everything, the pain, the fear, the sudden shift of emotion within the simplistic mind driving the hulk. Nonetheless, once the initial shock was over, the predator eyed its attacker, and recognized the vulnerability of her position. She'd had time to rise, but her leg was still grievously injured. Blood ran down over its left eye and slid along its nose, the edges of the rivulet coagulating and forming drying spikes of fur. It had received the worst so far, but with only three legs, it could take her life, and it intended to. It snarled gloriously, its entire body shaking with the bestial proclamation. It rushed her, plowing into the smaller woman, all snapping fangs and raking claws. Blood spattered copiously from the wound on its head, and it was being blinded by the growing river of scarlet water. Nonetheless, it knew the feel of this part of the fight, and eventually managed to take the dominant position it was so familiar with. Blindly, the giant came down again and again at her face and chest, summoning a fury that would not be stopped by mere pain. Whatever damage she did to it, it would kill her here! Adrenaline coursed through its body as it railed against its shaking limbs, and though it was losing precision, its strength had not abated. With its foe trapped beneath it, it did not fear after its failing accuracy and progressively hindered range of vision...she was restricted to the space between its forelegs, and it didn't need either of those things to kill her there. Abandoning everything else, it embraced its wolven ferocity to carry her away in a tide of bone and blood, and carry its own body safely through the battle. The natural power of this beast must surely defeat the technical skill of the warrior. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 06-16-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I hope this is okay, ^=^ 500+
- Brennt - 06-16-2009 Did you want more? If not, this plot has been a lot of fun. I definitely need to look you up if/when I come back again =D The rhythm of violence spurred the giant on, snapping down at its pinned opponent time and again, sometimes drawing blood, sometimes closing on only fur, sometimes missing entirely. Blinded by rage and the slowly drying current of blood, it removed all other instructions; right now killing the female was the only thing that mattered. It savaged her, and believed elatedly that she was about to meet her end. After all, it still had the energy to continue on like this for several more minutes, and was so furious that no pain would stop its onslaught. She would be dead before it tired out. Despite this prediction, its fury petered out suddenly, and the strength drained momentarily from its limbs. For a heartbeat after the pressure on its neck started, the predator did not know if it had been killed or not. Its body locked up in response to its uncertainty. The clamp was strong, but had it taken the throat? The beast squirmed, and wriggled, feeling pain that was no more intense than the other wounds it had received, but was far more terrifying for the uncertainty of its import. Was she tearing its muscle, or its windpipe? It didn't know, but the urgency in its instinctive mind demanded action, demanded that the monster pull away from the female whose intent was to end its life, and as always, it obeyed. It took several moments of pulling and tearing its own flesh to escape her death-grip. When it finally succeeded, it inhaled deeply. As a beast whose instincts played a far more vital role than its skill, the predator did not have the self-control to measure its impulses. It had spent as much energy as it could on its attack, and then again during its escape. It was tired. It could still breath, but the pain in its neck was significant. Now that the battle had paused, it became aware of its surroundings more fully. Its shoulder hurt worse than before, and its scalp still pulsed agonizingly. Even given its last attack, it was no better off then she, even with its size. She had nearly killed it, even immobilized as she was. The sun was receding, slowly revealing stars just beyond the furthest purple band, but the stormclouds rapidly devoured their light. The wind howled again through the woods. Still breathing heavily, the predator ran. It would not fight Cwmfen again. |