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- Hybrid Holocaust - 01-29-2008 [html] [/html] - Andrezej Lykoi - 01-29-2008 [html] He had figured out, finally, how to shift back from his bipedal form and, having felt he had mastered it, he was now trying to obtain the third rumoured form. He didn't know if it existed or not, and had only heard of it in passing (gossip and the like) while he slunk low around the bushes, but he wanted it nonetheless. Powerful and huge, it was said to be, quick and built purely for power and speed. Such a form would be most helpful in his desires to bring Gabriel down and to head the clan into being what it needed to be; a group of coyotes worthy of their name who did not sit around and cool their heels, but would be able to take three wolves apiece. They would be strong enough. But to do that he needed to annihilate Gabriel, and also any who stood up for the eldest hybrid. He didn't want to do it so much as it was a necessity, for Andre had always been a kid about necessity, and it was one to fight. To hurt and try to kill. It burned in his stomach, spread to his toes, and launched him into a fray that need not even exist. Control had been maintained up until Die Bohrung, but that had been a more enlightening situation. He still kicked himself whenever he thought of how he'd been drawn so easily into admitting that he would never love. That was something nobody needed to know, or could already infer, but uttering it as if it were not something the world did not need to know? He was a fool for ever doing that. He had retreated to the swamp, then, away from the structure off the beach and through the city and finally to the swamp. It was disgusting, and even in the midst of winter, the water battled on. He growled at the sucking sounds that dominated it, and pressed onward. And that's when he came emerged on the coastline, right behind Hybrid, snarling bitterly at the surrounding territory. - Hybrid Holocaust - 02-09-2008 [html] [/html] - Andrezej Lykoi - 02-16-2008 [html] He composed himself in silence, the snarling dwindling away, before he looked up to see Hybrid not far from him. The other coyote was looking directly at him and, for a moment, he was struck with deja vu; he had been called a kitty by this one before. He almost had the impulse to walk over and engage the other in conversation of war, to bring the stronger, older hybrid to his side, but the minute fangs were bared in his direction, that disappeared. He was taken over, instead, by the desire to respond in kind, but he struggled with it. Instead, his bright yellow eyes narrowed somewhat and, in the flattest tone he could manage, he ask of Hybrid, What the fuck is your problem? |
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The child he had once thought of as the one he would train to become great only knew fragments of who he was. Andrezej had not witnessed him decorate the clearing with the entrails of a wolf, one who had implored him to be granted life for a chance to find love. Nor had he seen Hybrid attack his (ex) lover. Once, to hurt, the second time to kill. Andrezej had heard stories from him, and although they promoted such behaviour, he knew nothing else. What little he knew was insubstantial. The child would soon learn.
Hybrid nearly laughed at the child's impetuously stupid question. Although Inferni had no law for those who betrayed them, those who were too selfish to invest their time in building up the clan for a greater good, Hybrid made it his duty to see that justice was brought to such wrongdoers.
He allowed himself a small smile, but it was devoid of any positive emotion. He never smiled to show joy; it was always a prelude to a snarl or the baring of his fangs. "You," he replied. He kept his head down, fangs bared and tail held high. He did not care for excuses, did not care for the other's words. In the span of a few seconds, Hybrid had wheeled around, moving quickly so he came around, behind Andrezej, attacking him in his blind spot. He twisted as he leapt at the other, fangs bared and claws outstretched, aiming for the neck, aiming to bring something more painful than death. Perhaps it was life, perhaps it was his sadistic mind at work: he did not want Andrezej to die. That would be too great a gift to the child. He deserved so much worse.
And whether or not Hybrid knew that, or understood that, wasn't a concern of Andre's. His eyes remained fixed warily upon the coyote who was about to attack him, and he knew that; the uttered word was enough to make him tense his muscles even as the hybrid came for him.
Hybrid had more fighting experience, so all he could do was move. His body was young, lissome, and he would use that to his advantage. As the coyote leapt from somewhere, all he knew was that he had to go forward, because Hybrid was behind him. That said, his paws shot out from under him and he moved, snarling now in all his bitterness, muzzle tightening as Hybrid came down on the lower half of his body and it buckled under the weight.
And the whole time his mind was somewhere totally different, somewhere where the words, fuck me, were not particularly strange.
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Hybrid felt himself make contact with Andrezej and scrambled to get a good grip on him. He dug his claws in and yanked - hard - attempting to pry some of Andrezej's skin off with his claws. He let go, dropping to his feet and snapping at Andrezej's legs from the side, avoiding from attacking from behind in case Andrezej decided to trick kicking him. He moved with ease and precision, keeping his head low and muscles loose so he could react quickly enough to inevitable retaliation.
He attacked again, moving forward, moving to make it seem like he would strike at Andrezej's neck. He leapt forward, but instead of following through and attacking the other's neck, he ducked down, using his momentum and body weight to try and crush Andrezej's front leg. He attacked, trying to catch the other's thin leg between his teeth so he could snap it in half. He wanted to ruin Andrezej, break him and make him feel a small fragment of the hatred he had for him. If anything, he would have to do more than simply give him a few scars and perhaps the loss of a limb. He would make him feel pain. He would make him know fear.
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