Now we'll be free. Marit's turn!

Conor Soul · 04-04-2010, 07:40 AM

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This thread is forward dated to APRIL 5th. Those involved in this thread will be notified when they are to jump into the thread. 300+

He felt almost guilty for going behind most of the pack’s back, but it could not be avoided. One wrong step and things could easily turn out for the worst and Dahlia would truly be split up and dead then. This was a choice that he had forced himself to make. The future was as clouded as ever. This was far more dangerous and risky than anything he had ever done in his relatively short life.

But he had to try.

There were four of them. Three males and the one female that had stumbled into the meeting when the truth was revealed by pure chance. Chance, yes, of course it was Tokyo. Her reaction had not been anticipated and now she was the small group’s little reinforcement. Hopefully things would go smoothly and silently. No one would have to be hurt. The war had to stop and the tyrant responsible for it all had to be thrown off the throne. Conor had told them everything. About everything that was known about the first Dahlian war and then the second war. While Inferni was far from innocent, they had not been the one to massacre animals by the borders and placing deadly traps around the outskirts of the territory in order to harm both members and visitors. Haku Soul had done all these things, and this was certainly only the top of the iceberg. The man was deranged. He was dangerous.

Now the three members were standing outside of the building while Conor confidently walked into the open door and into the mouth of the beast. It was a hard thing to decide what was right and wrong in the world, but this felt so right. Conor ached for safety and peace in his home and Haku jeopardized everything. And for what? The yearling’s nose wrinkled as the foul stench of death met him. Lilac eyes widened slightly, but the male continued until he was standing in a ravaged living room. The large beast in the corner stirred and pierced him with its brilliant blue gaze. A colour that should have held only good, the golden male thought. It was strange that this beast had given him life. ”Father. This has to stop.” The Rosen’s fur was soiled by dark red and brown. Conor did not want to guess whose life liquid it was. He was certain it had once belonged to another canine.

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Haku Soul · 04-04-2010, 07:44 AM

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Fire and hell turned into a simple darkened room when the large secui’s eyes opened to lock on the creature that had dared to invade his temporary sanctuary. Blackened claws scratched against the wooden floor as the deranged man stretched and lifted his neck slowly. The shadows buzzed mysteriously with accusing whispers, and the blue eyed devil let a low growl roll through his throat. His vessel’s biological son’s voice broke through the buzzing, static voice and the focus intensified greatly on the lighter coated male. Father. What a strange title to hold. Lips twisted slowly to hint about those decaying daggers resting beyond, and he wondered if the little shit finally had grown himself some sort of spine finally. This could easily mean death.

He stared arrogantly at the younger male for a few long moments before his raspy throat finally started its struggle to form words in a language the majority of the trash creatures understood. ”They did not burn.” he enlightened the boy, though no disappointment was apparent. Haku adored challenges more than anything. Eventually they would succumb to his powers and let their flesh be ripped from their bodies. The dark souled man admired the hunt more than anything. ”Sicarus failed and paid with his life.” Lips drew fully away from those yellowing rows of fangs as the male grinned at the lovely memory. ”Those who fail deserve nothing but death.” Then, a question suddenly came to the false king. ”Why are you here?”

Conor Soul · 04-04-2010, 07:58 AM

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A light shiver shook Conor’s spine as it tracked it up to his neck. This was new to him – he knew nothing about another fire nor the death of Sicarus. Soft lavender eyes intensified and turned darker with an approaching storm as he thought those tainted words over. Had the Rosen taken the life of one of his own loyal members? Why was he not surprised to discover such a thing? Haku had already attempted to harm the pack he was supposed to protect. The heavy scent of coagulated blood pressed around the boy’s throat and he swallowed heavily, unable to remove the growing lump made up by a wide range of emotions. How could they have let it go this far. ”You are killing Dahlia, Haku!” he shot in with a voice heated by fresh anger and discontentment. Things could not continue in this track any longer. Dahlia could not offer to shut eyes and ears any longer.

The yearling hissed lightly at the dangerous words of the self crowned king of Dahlia. Was there any sense at all left in the other? The question caused Conor’s chest to shoot forward, and the younger Soul man gathered whatever confidence he could find as he forced his voice to ring strong and secure. ”I’m here because this madness has to end.” Cinnamon and gold tail with a splash of white on the tip rose with some new superiority now. He could do this. It was the right thing. ”I know that you were the one to set out the traps around Dahlia.” And it burned his chest to know this. Ah, the rage was scorching. ”I know you killed those animals.” It was clear that his father was no longer sane. Members were dying in horrible ways and the young male did not doubt that Haku would not stop until every precious life was sacrificed. "I know you've killed and terrorized many people.."The thought was sickening.

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Haku Soul · 04-04-2010, 08:16 AM

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Amusement took over and threatened to shake his body with wild spasms as the boy stood before him and believed he was in a position to lecture him – to bring forth change. Oh no, the evil beast’s plans were already coloured with red hues and put in motion. These were not the greatest plans he would come up with, but the demon was just getting started. He had all the time in the world to destroy lives and he adored the pleasant rush of twisted satisfaction that bubbled within for every life he twisted and destroyed. He adored death, but if it was brought on too quickly it lost its entertaining factor, and he could not let that happen. However, if death had to be dealt to push this plot on then he was more than willing to end them. The whispering ghost buzzed and shifted and the madman twisted his face to the shadows in the walls and snarled openly.

He needed to pain the walls crimson to ease their hunger, but he hungered too. It would never be enough. He could feast for all eternity, but would never truly find the satisfaction he so desperately sought. That was part of his nature though, and for now the world would be his playground and he would harvest his shallow victories here for the sake of amusement. The master waited eagerly for lost souls and it was his task to bring him fresh supply. The ninth grinned and turned to the Dahlian member again, started to approach the foolish mortal that no longer had a right to his life. It annoyed him that the male was in his optime, annoyed him that he thought that height counted for anything. He would dig into Conor’s belly and rip it open.

”You think you can save the world?” the dark hearted man mocked darkly as he moved in on the boy, which now had started to back away from his approaching form. ”You think you can tell me what I can and can’t do?” the raspy voice seemed to climb slowly, turning into something of a challenge as well. ”I am the ruler of this pack and you will all obey me or die.” Death was what was coming for Conor now.

Conor Soul · 04-04-2010, 08:47 AM

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Ears flattened against the golden fur on his fur and his own upper lip seemed to shiver as his instincts battled his mind. He was not delusional, but he believed this would bring positive change to the conflicted pack that he loved so dearly. There were young children and females that needed to be protected. What was war good for other than mindless mass murdering? It was wrong! His lips were sealed as the older man mocked him, but he knew the answer well to that question. He knew that he would die trying to save those he loved and cared about. The yearling loved his Dahlia and what it once had been. It was no longer possible for him to watch his father tear the pack apart. So much was already lost. Perhaps it was too late, but Conor knew he would try to protect what had once been good in his life.

The larger man stalked closer and Conor found his body reacting instantly by maintaining that distance they had by stepping backwards out of the room and back into the hall. The young male felt fear wanting to soak his mind with wool, but kept it at bay and forced his hearth to keep up its stable pace. Haku was wrong. So wrong. ”No. You're no King of Dahlia. Your rule here has come to an end and you have to leave.” Ah, there had been a speech constructed and memorized before this point, but things had not gone according to plan. He did no longer believe that this beast could be reasoned with.

Fear was still not allowed to touch his golden furred form. Conor was not alone. By now he was nearing the open door entrance and just outside waited a handful of those who would no longer allow the deranged man to carry Dahlia’s crown.

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Haku Soul · 04-04-2010, 09:16 AM

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There was no worded response to his son’s words. There was no need for such a thing anymore. Fangs were already bared in that twisted grin and his growl rose in strength and his body moved faster. This blood would taste the same. This form before him could easily have become the next vessel, but there were enough cursed offspring running around in this world. Conor would not be a loss. Dahlia was fragile and falling to pieces. Perhaps he should hunt them all down one by one and move over to Phoenix Valley to harass one eyed Maluki. The older, scarred wolf was in dire need of a lesson. First Conor had to die though. The man snarled grotesquely as claws and fangs lashed out for the golden creature that by now had moved to the building’s exit. His compact body crashed into the lighter hued boy and the two wolves crashed out of the building in a heap of fangs and claws.

Semyon Terho · 04-04-2010, 05:13 PM

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Roar. The warrior is the peacemaker. Irony, much?

He stood on the outside and contemplated confusing facts, awaiting a reaction from inside. His.. encounter with the coyote femme in Inferni, the one he had aimed to maim, kidnap, kill. It had not gone according to plan. At first he had thought that she was just trying to deceive him, make him doubtful, and would not think any more about it. But nothing could stop a thought from spinning, and even as he had returned from there had he not been able to shake it off his mind. After a talk with Conor, Haku's own son, it had become clear to the warrior that his deal would have to be altered. If not officially, then in his own mind, to justify further actions. He was proud, and he was fiercely loyal, but to whom? He had sworn to please Haku Soul, but in return for the pack's favors. Was it not then to the pack his allegiance lay, as Haku Soul personally had done little to nothing to aid him, but to allow him to pass into their lands? He could have snuck over unnoticed, he was sure. And It was certainly not the conflict that was his main concern; any other work the Rosen would had put him to would have been carried out with the same determinedness. Supporting the Rosen would be supporting the conflict, and as far as he had pieced the pieces together now, this was not just. Though a warrior in this life, he could not bring himself to nurture a conflict that spilled unnecessary blood. In the ideal world, Semyon was not needed. And now he stood waiting for the conflict to culminate, to eject the Rosen from his seat and cast him away. Conor had stressed that the situation might escalate, but Semyon doubted it; they were father and son. Naïve to the lacking boundaries of Haku Soul, Semyon did not expect trouble further than a little squabble.

When the son and father violently burst from the building's entrance, yellow eyes widened momentarily before the warrior growled loudly and burst forward, attempting to come between the two. The father was much larger than the son, and certainly fierce in his attack. Semyon was unwilling to draw his blades for this, fearing that he might harm the wrong one. Strong arms focused on the front legs of the father, as far as he could reach it, whilst he shouted random exclamations in order to gain their attention. If he could just get Haku's torso away from Conor's form for a second he could get between them, and this was what he aimed for...

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Vark Granel · 04-04-2010, 09:52 PM

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Vark limped slightly towards the dwelling that Conor had said Haku was staying. Scabs were evident over his left hind leg, and it pained him slightly to bend the knee. Vark pondered as he neared the designated building. Conor had seemed upset, about something Haku had done. And that something had been horrible. Vark had noticed, that the only time Haku had ever acknowledged his existence was when he allowed Vark to join the pack. After that, it was as if the only reason he was still there was because he kept out of Haku's way. His new friendship with Conor had grown strongly within Vark, and he aimed to help his good friend in anyway he could. Vark had got the feeling that there was a possibility of a fight between the to Souls. But he doubted it would come to anything. Haku was there pack leader after all, Vark reassured himself. And after all, Conor is his son.



Vark saw the place as he rounded the last corner, but the scene unfolded so quickly and violently, Vark was simply stunned. The two Souls burst from the house, struggling. Another Dahlia, senior to Vark, had already leapt in and was attempting to separate the two. Vark collected his thoughts. He started to lope towards the fight, but his head was in turmoil. His loyalty was to Haku, so he thought, who had allowed him into the pack. He was his leader. But Conor had given him somewhere to stay, healed him of his wounds, and most of all, was his friend and mentor. Varks head swam with indecision. Haku was evidently trying to kill his friend. And leaders should not kill there subjects. Vark came to a decision. He was still in his bulky Secui form. He accelerated to a blistering speed, and launched his body at full tilt into the mass of body's, attempting to throw everybody to the ground and break the fight up.

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Tokyo Chance · 04-06-2010, 04:07 PM

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The information that Tokyo consumed from Conor's explanation of the situation was not the expected analysis. Her mental perspective of Haku had not changed. She didn't really understand why he had done the things he had, but she was sure he had a reason, and he had always been good to her and their son. King had been left at the den, today. He was a big boy, and she had stressed the danger of wandering too far while they were at war. She didn't even care, that much, that Haku had agitated for this war to start. The only reason it was trivially annoying was that King's life had been put into danger. But surely he had anticipated the possibility of that and weighed the risks to the likely benefits.

No, what Tokyo had realized from his explanation was that Conor wasn't going to let Haku continuing ruling. And the responses of the males that had heard the same story, it didn't seem likely that any of Dahlia would stand behind their glorious, vicious leader. He had protected the, had served them so well for so long.. And now this treachery, from his own son. Ah, if only King was old enough to stand by his father's side. Things might have been different. Conor was clearly power-hungry, and Tokyo couldn't fault him for that, but the whole facade of "doing the right thing" was so irritating. What mattered was that he would have the support of the pack. That meant that Tokyo had to make sure to throw her support in with him, because he was going to win this conflict. The earlier she threw in her support, the more it would be appreciated and rewarded later on. So she had followed them to Haku's den.

She knew that this conflict would only end in violence. The female did not know Haku's true nature nearly as well as her pride liked to claim, but she knew him well enough that he would not bow out gracefully. That strength, the vibrant.. life, that he had passed on to their son, that had allowed King's conception in the first place.. No, it would not settle for being told to leave, told to get out, especially not by his own flesh and blood. Tokyo similarly knew that she would not be needed in the fight itself. Conor had two strong, healthy males, fit for fighting, at his side. Tokyo was not here to draw blood, she was here to witness. By now she was one of the members in the pack that had been around the longest. Had it already been a year? If not, it was drawing close. Few members that had been present when she joined were still around. She was a fitting representative for Dahlia, for the past.

Tokyo had brought her long-knife this time, at least. She didn't really see how it would be much of a help, but she had it none-the-less. She held it loosely in her right hand, standing attentively (and with careful posture; it wouldn't do to ruin this image by slouching). Her gold-brown hair blew loosely in the breeze, and her ice cold eyes watched the fight progress. She was far enough away to make it clear that she was not to be physically involved, but close enough that it was obvious she was there for some sort of support.

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Conor Soul · 04-08-2010, 01:04 PM

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It was obvious what was about to happen, and Conor would for the first time experience what death was like in the eyes of the man that had given him life. There was hollowness within the Dahlian Rosen now, and Conor knew that this was not Haku. It made everything much easier. A blur of claws and fangs charged at him now, and the boy crossed his arms stiffly against his chest and braced his body for the impact that hit him less than a split moment after. He pushed against the snapping man’s throat, his crossed hands keeping the hungry jaws at bay from his own face. Claws dug into his ribs, but the boy’s body willingly fell backwards from the beast’s charge. His muscles stiffened off the fall and when he felt ground beneath him he rolled up both of his legs and let gravity and force push him a bit more back before he delivered a kick that was meant to throw the enemy off. It sort of worked, but Haku’s secui’s body was compact and heavy. New red lines could be felt on the yearling’s sides, but pain could not become the dominant factor at the moment.

He wished he had better maintained the skills Cwmfen nic Graine had thought him, but he was uncertain of his own skills and had never been forced into fighting another before. Not for real. The boy’s hands found ground and he twisted around to face the direction Haku had moved in.

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Haku Soul · 04-08-2010, 01:24 PM

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300+ Marit, feel free to play out injuries dealt and received!

There were a few things he did not know about this foolish boy. Jaws snapped uselessly at the air between the two men as strong hands kept him on a distance from the yearling’s face. Claws reached for the young skin and drew red lines, but that was all he got before they both fell and he all of a sudden was thrown away from the other. A dull ache could have been found in his abdomen had he managed to pay attention to his damaged nerves, but the man quickly got up from his half sprawled position on the hard concrete and snarled. That was merely luck – there would be no next time for Conor. Then they came. The blue eyed man saw it before the lilac eyed one did. Hollow rage rose within him, because this was not supposed to happen. Two other males were suddenly here, and though he dimly registered the presence of the female, it was the three males now that he had to concentrate on. Haku was not used to having the odds against him, but two of the wolves were mere children.

The warrior that had pledged his allegiance to him was the first to reach and get between him and the death sentenced boy that had been created by his own seed. This was an enormous mistake and they would all pay with their lives. There was no hesitation in the madman’s body as he threw himself at Semyon, seeking to rip up his soft belly and shatter the male’s innards with both fangs and claws. Blood danced through the heated air and the demon fed greedily off it, adored the adrenaline spiked blood rampaging through his system like nothing else could. There was no thought present as the battle increased in intensity. Everything was very simple. Bite, rip, scratch, destroy. A smaller secui’s frame shot into the mass of bodies and the crazed Rosen snapped furiously after the green eyed Vark before he again turned to Semyon, dancing halfway in the opposite direction of Vark so that he could have more time and space to rip the doomed man apart.

An orange and gold form shot into his other side, a force hitting his barrel chest with such strength that the chocolate and cream male could both hear and feel a cracking noise of bones breaking. Two heart beats later the unfamiliar pain flushed through his ribcage and the Rosen snarled again. Blood and pain drove him further, and his current target would pay for what the moves that the two other opponents had hit him with.

Semyon Terho · 04-13-2010, 05:55 AM

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R thees okay?

He had made a mistake. The warrior had not expected such a furious assault from this male, but now he understood the son's need to remove him from the head rank. With a fierceness that bordered on madness he was attacked, claws and teeth of his opponent a blur. He should have drawn his weapon; he should have known better. Him, out of all of them! He knew the dangers of a fight, he knew in detail the injuries that claws could make, and yet here he was unarmed and under attack. Taken aback it took him a few seconds before he could react with purpose; his first movements were mere instinct. He threw his arms up to defend himself, but though he was strong he could not get himself out of this pinned position. His blood stained the other's pelt and he knew that he had been injured, but was unable to tell where. His thigh was not completely healed after the encounter with the coyote, and now it ached as the barely healed surface cracked open under the weight and intensity of their struggle. Blood seeped slowly from somewhere into the ground beneath him. Semyon would aim for the throat, but in this crazy assault he could not find an opportunity to do so, and the warrior defended himself heavily, taking blows to his pieces of armor every time he could block a bite, a claw reaching for his soft spots. His tactic was successful, and every now and then he found the opportunity to strike at the male's head and shoulders, but that was about it. Claws pierced his skin and traced his form, and his leather armor fell off one arm, then the other, the strings fastening them having been cut at random somewhere in the assault. Semyon twisted, but could not move purposefully until another of their group darted in and his opponent was distracted for a little moment. Acting quickly, Semyon freed his form somewhat and struck the male at random on his underside with both legs and arms, hoping to throw him off completely, or at least hit something vital. His belt slid off of him with his weapons in it as he moved; it, too, had been broken. Again someone darted into the fight and struck Haku, making him stay a moment, and Semyon aimed for his eyes now. A blinded wolf could harm only a few. Claws were his main tool now, and he pointed the fingers of his hand like a spear and clawed the face of this madman as best he could. It was all he could do for now, for he would not be able to escape him.

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Vark Granel · 04-14-2010, 05:39 AM

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Vark was fast, but Haku was faster. The larger man twisted away from Varks desperate attempt to break up the fighting, and huge jaws snapped close to Varks face, making him flinch and duck away. The demon moved away from Varks reach, and Vark cursed his eyesight. His poor vision was not making it easy to tell what was happening. Vark could make out another form, being heavily attacked by the demon leader. Vark could feel a heavy press of emotions in the air, and nearly staggered beneath the weight. The boiling rage from Haku was nearly tangible, and fear was strong as well. Vark started with surprise when he realised a lot of it was his own. He felt guilty, as if he was doing something wrong. He had sworn allegiance to Haku, and was breaking it in what he was doing. He saw an oppurtunity, and took it, leaping at Haku's hind legs, to try and trip the man up, to give the other time to get away.

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Tokyo Chance · 04-27-2010, 03:18 PM

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gah! sorry i fail, plz do not hate. D; if i suck so hard again you guys should prob skip me. 505 words

Conor and Haku kept fighting. Tokyo saw the rage spread on her leader's face, and out throughout his actions, as he took in the sight of the two males. She felt a bit miffed that her own presence didn't seem to matter at all. This decision she had made wasn't made lightly. Well, okay, she had made it rather easily... But not lightly. She knew that by choosing security and power and loyalty, by choosing her rank in Dahlia... By choosing these things over Haku, her leader, the father of her one worthwhile child.. Tokyo understood that she was giving something up. It wasn't a whole lot, because most of what was attractive in Haku was his prestige, his power, the way he always got what he wanted. But witnessing this very act diminished him in her eyes.

Clearly, he wasn't as strong as he had thought. Her problem wasn't that he had been cruel and bloodthirsty and started a war. No, Tokyo realized, standing there, that she despised whatever weakness in him allowed the crimes to be exposed. It was a hypocritical emotion, because the power that Haku had held over her was due to him somehow finding out about her infanticide. Of course, that power he had was gone, now. It was somewhat freeing. No leader in Dahlia would dare to believe a word that fell from his traitorous, deceptive lips. Of course he would try and spread lies about as respected and as honorable a member of Dahlia de Mai as Tokyo Chance.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she wasn't losing much in this transaction. The prestige she would gain for witnessing this event, for participating in the power transfer... Yes, that would be a hefty thing. She would be able to tell the puppies of the pack of this glorious battle, where good defeated evil. (Oh god, what had King done to her, to so alter her thinking that she could actually think of puppies without revulsion?).

And she resented even further that he didn't seem to care about her presence. Haku didn't even mind, didn't even care about her betrayal? Tokyo never expected honesty from anyone on any matter but their good opinion of her. If he was bluffing on all the compliments, simply putting a show on for the affection, that was kind of irritating. I mean, it was still better than nothing, but.. Pft. Whatever. He deserved to die, for that. Conor should put a end to his stupid filthy life. Haku had accomplished the goal of his species - he had reproduced. He had made a perfect child, his passing wouldn't be missed much by the world. Oh, and then he had made this adequate one, this Conor that would lead in surrogate until King was of age. And then the sort of stupid one, who had gotten himself tangled in rope, but he was cute enough for all his lack of intelligence.

They should hurry up and finish the fighting. This was getting tedious.

Conor Soul · 04-30-2010, 07:28 AM

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His heart raced loudly in his deaf ears and pounded against the inside of his chest with a similar force like a wild animal against the unrighteous cage. Was someone going to die today? Conor’s body seemed unable to feel fear as he moved against his father again, though the deceitful feeling lurked close by and ready to take him by surprise. Lilac eyes with pupils threatening to swallow the soft colour watched the monster turn all his rage over at Semyon. He quickly aimed and fired off a sharp side kick at his sire’s side. He hit the secui between two ribs and hoped it was not his imagination giving a barely audible crack as his foot slammed against the chocolate furred body with all the force he could master.

He did not see Vark’s brilliant move as the newer member of Dahlia dived at the Rosen’s hind legs. Conor too seemed desperate to get the furious alpha away from his target, and he moved in on closer range to try to wrap his hand around Haku’s robust neck to form a headlock. It was little use as Haku’s claws snapped wildly, and the golden boy felt desperation gnaw away on him now. This was not at all how it was during combat practise. He felt numb and could not think of the moves he knew so well when he trained with the white Pendzez. Fist suddenly struck at the crazed brute’s skull and as he saw Vark’s form and understood what the yearling was doing, Conor delivered a calf kick at the middle of the man’s front leg.

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Haku Soul · 05-02-2010, 06:55 AM

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And Haku's out!

The man was well beyond control by now. Every breath hurt and he knew that he was soaked in his own blood. This did not stop the madman though. On the contrary, it pushed his purified madness further and continued to grant him strength. After all, he was immortal. These insignificant canines surrounding him were nothing and they were powerless against the devil inhabiting Haku’s bleeding form. Teeth found his hind leg and the secui did not let even a fragment of the moment pass before he kicked against Vark’s closing jaws. The optime he was ripping away on seemed to gather thought enough to start to fight back, but Haku’s body moved and twisted as he bended lower so that Semyon would have to reach down to get a good grip on him, and still he ripped and shook the face with the snapping jaws to work against a proper hold where the optime’s claws could scratch at his eye sockets.

Lines were drawn over his face and suddenly a rock seemed to hit the side of his face and turn off his vision for a moment. The Rosen pushed further against Semyon and continued to bite and gnaw through the delicate skin and fur and muscles to reach the man’s innards and grant him a certain, painful death. Now most of his body was screaming with pain and the demon knew that time for withdrawal was close. He twisted suddenly to his body’s biological son in a frenzy of fangs and claws before he twisted around further and charged towards Tokyo. It could seem that she was the next to be attacked, but the large secui was ready to avoid a clumsy slash from her large knife and continue straight on and out of Dahlia de Mai. This was not a defeat. He would be back for them. One by one he would end their lives as they screamed for mercy.

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