Shut Up & Let Me Go [m]

Minos Lierrah · 04-11-2010, 05:56 PM

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The days and nights without any contact had brought Minos further into what would have been normal in his eyes. The world had lost its visual detail, and gained back the vibrant scents that lead him here and drew him there. So many place that had been a mystery to him were no exposed and explored, and they were so close to the boundaries of the pack that he had simply departed from. It was the same as before, just drifting from the other wolves that had claimed him in the past. He was insignificant, and thus there was no need for any to search for him. No one had come for him once again, though he had not traveled for. He slept, much more then when his rank and status made him a target. Then, when he was awake if his hunger was satisfied then he looked for any lingering hints of the master that had once had. But his attention was a fickle thing, and it drifted just his body did.

The lands were claimed, but there was something that Minos found there that was far more interesting. Black nose lifted, cast to the wind and hooking the fragrance of something sweet. Something, desirable. She was young and fresh. And that was all that Minos needed to know, beyond where such a female could be found. The fur along his spine rose, nerves firing and sending a chill that ran from crown to tail and then settled in his jaw to stir his saliva and make his mouth water. The halfling wandered slowly in the same manner as if he were stalking any sort of prey, nose lifting every few moments and yellow eyes dancing through the tree cover for the first signs of the one he sought after.

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Princess Chance · 04-11-2010, 07:00 PM

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500+ words. WotD: Dishabille (the state of being carelessly or partially dressed).

Her mood was considerably better now that Haven was not being so distant and strange around her. The reason that he had been acting in such a manner still bothered her, but there was nothing she could do about that. All that mattered now was that things were better again and she was no longer worried that he was going to ask her to leave and, as far as she knew, he was not worried anymore that she would leave him. Princess had absolutely no intentions of doing that, and she was glad that he did not think she was going to. It had just been a bad dream, with no bearing on reality. Everything was going to go back to the way it was before and she would not have to fret over him acting strangely again, hopefully. It had been a bit much for the Chance female to deal with the first time, let alone if it were to happen again.

With her brightened mood that day, Princess had once again ventured into the city in hopes of finding something new and pretty to wear. Even though she already had a number of dresses that she considered lovely, she wanted more, especially some in spring colors now that the weather was growing warmer with each passing day. Only a few of her dresses were really spring colors, and most of them she had worn far too many times. Now, she wanted new ones to wear when she worked on integrating herself into the pack, which she had decided would be a good idea. Really, she hardly knew anyone, and that certainly would not do for the girl that had moved in with the pack's Knight and guardian so suddenly. Princess felt that she should begin making attempts at knowing everyone, since she was there to stay. She hoped they would all like her, as she was worried what they would think.

For her findings, it had been a most productive day in the city! Princess had found a number of pretty dresses and had even liked one, a light pink poofy sundress with tiny purple and blue flowers, so much that she had changed into it while still in the city. Of course, she had made sure she was completely alone first, not having wanted anyone to see her in a state of dishabille. She was not particularly humble or modest, but she did not want to let anyone other than Haven see her without clothing. Princess was beautiful as it was, but she believed that the dresses she wore only served to accent this. Aside from a hole for her tail, the dresses did not need any alterations, either, due to her small frame. It was comical, really, the way that Haven dwarfed her, but she thought they made a dashing couple. She could hardly wait to show him her new dresses. Arms laden with new garments and the one she had left in that morning, Princess made her way back home, nearing the pack's territory.

Minos Lierrah · 04-11-2010, 07:26 PM

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And there she was. Pretty in pink. But it was her sent that curled his normally lowered tail skyward. Minos paused the moment she was seen, standing tall on two unbalanced legs. What was draped over her furred form was odd, but did not discourage the male and even brought an odd and unrecognized warmth through his body. He was oddly eager to meet her, though there was nothing that he wished to say to her. Her smell was intoxicating, the sort of daze that made him focus hard to remain down wind and out of sight. Minos moved forward slightly, he paused feeling as if he had come to close. But she did not falter, or notice his advance. It peaked his confidence, and the white male traveled through the wooded landscape. An eye remained on her, but she moved slowly and clumsily with all the things that she carried... The slowest and the blindest prey that he had ever come across.

It took only a moment for the male to decide on what it was that he should do. His large body broke through the forest's cover and blocked her path. She was even more desirable close up, her scent filling every crevice of his mind. Yellow eyes glared, a deep fat growl radiating from his chest and throat.

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Princess Chance · 04-11-2010, 08:10 PM

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Unfortunately for her, Princess was an incredibly unobservant creature when she was focused on something else, as she was at that point in time. The young woman was far too interested in getting home quickly so that she could show Haven all of her new and pretty dresses. She was not pay attention to her surroundings, as she knew the quickest route home and did not have to think about it as she moved. This allowed her the freedom to let her thoughts wander as they were, but it also made it very difficult for her to notice the strange male until he was standing in front of her. Princess started, surprised by the seemingly sudden appearance of the stranger. The growl that he gave did nothing to ease the wrenching feeling in her gut, as well. She did not know who he was or why he was there, since he did not smell like Cour des Miracles, but she especially did not like him growling at her.

Lifting her chin in a haughty manner, Princess looked down at him warily. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The male did not belong here, she was sure, but his presence did not frighten her. The growl should have accomplished that, but she was too stubborn, too headstrong to see that. The female held her dresses closer to herself, as if that could protect her from whatever the silent male was thinking about. Really, she wanted to continue on her way to get her dresses back safely and without dirtying them, but he was standing in her way and it did not seem like it would help to try and move around him. He had put himself in her path the first time, and he could do it again. The pile of clothes in her arms made it difficult for her to move quickly.

Minos Lierrah · 04-11-2010, 08:47 PM

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Her words would not save her, for they tumbled upon his ears and then fell away like dried, dead leaves. Introductions meant nothing. Explanations meant just as little. The white wolf took a step forward, drawing in her scent with each long breath. His chest heaved slowly, lungs filled with all the pleasure that she brought him. He tensed with anticipation, and yet there a smooth confidence that he held. It was another drug, filling his head with the same excitement that her smell and the sight of her did. He knew he was in control, it was instant and he could sense the initial fear and startle that his presence caused her.

Minos did not waste any time, for conversation was not something that he felt necessary here or anywhere. His movements were slow at first, as if he tested the ground he walked upon. Muscles were tense, poised and ready as he walked towards her; closed mouth and nose working. He had a sudden need to know what she would look like without the garment that she wore. As soon as he wished it, he rushed her. Off white teeth gleamed, lips curling back to expose them and Minos moved quickly and smoothly towards her snapping at the fold of the dress. His neck snapped back, feeling the pressure of the fabric and hearing it rip from his efforts.

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Princess Chance · 04-11-2010, 10:12 PM

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The lack of a given answer unnerved her, and as the alabastor male stepped closer to her, Princess took a few steps backwards, the action nervous and almost fearful. Princess hardly ever worried about her safety. After all, nothing could happen to her, right? Things like that happened to others, not her. She did not have to worry about getting hurt in any way, shape or form. Haven wouldn't allow it, anyway, and she didn't think there was anyone who would want to harm her. Maybe her mother... But Tokyo was a cowardly, stupid woman. Surely this male, one she had never met before, would not want to do anything to her—she had done nothing to him! It meant that there was no reason he would want to hurt her, and she did not know who he was or why he was acting so strangely. All she knew was that he was truly frightening her now.

It was the more sudden movement that sent her moving more quickly backwards, the pile of dresses in her arms falling to the ground around them as she fell with a loud thud. "Hey! Stop that!" she yelled, upset both by what he was doing and the fact that he had just ripped one of her new dresses while she was wearing it. The young woman tried to kick at him, but from the awkward way she had fallen and the pain of her twisted arm, she did not think it would be very effective. "Go away! Haven, someone, anyone!" She did not care who it was that came to help her, but someone certainly needed to! Princess hardly ever felt real fear, but she thought that was what she was feeling now with this stranger who knocked her down and ripped at her dress.

Minos Lierrah · 04-11-2010, 10:41 PM

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The fabric was dry and tasteless in his mouth, and held only a fraction of the scent that he wished to devour. Still it was satisfying to feel the texture rip and shear under the pressure of his jaws. Shreds of the woven fabric were emptied into the air around them, blinding him from the rest of the world as he was lost in the search of the flesh that lay beneath the dress. He was a beast possessed, set on his prize and without an alternate course. Never had Minos wished to hurt another without the command of his alpha (Haku or another) But he was without a leader, his own commander and he would taste the spoils of war. Even if the war was over and she knew nothing of allies and enemies.

In an instant she tumbled to the ground, footing lost by her lack off four full balanced legs. The white beast had always thought those upright were at a disadvantage. He fell to the ground as well, her dress still locked and laced among his teeth. But Minos landed on his paws and listened to her scream. The fear was laced among the other sweetness that painted her form, and Minos knew not why but wished to hear her vocals speak in a blood curdling screech. No more of these words, name and things that mean so little. They all spoke far to much. His belly growled now, an urge rising from a place even lower then that and propelling him to leap atop her. His mouth salivated with earnest, teeth tearing at the top of her dress, its fabrics likely the only thing that still saved her from his ravishings. He would teach her take words would not save her, maybe if she begged in the tone of a mere whimper he would take pity on her. But it was unlikely.

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Princess Chance · 04-11-2010, 11:16 PM

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In short, Princess was completely terrified. Her demands that he stop what he was doing went unanswered and unheeded, and her yelling for anyone in the area went similarly. It seemed that there was no one around to help her, and she was unable to help herself. Not only did she not know what this beast wanted with her, she felt completly alone and defenseless. She had never believed harm could come to her, but that feeling was gone now that she was at the receiving end of whatever this was. It was an attack, but he wasn't trying to kill her, she didn't think. "Go away!" she shrieked once more with more conviction, deciding that it was going to be the final warning that she gave him. It obviously hadn't worked any of the other times she had tried and it probably wouldn't work now.

Then, she screamed, a high-pitched and piercing sound that came from deep within. Princess was scared and she did not know what to do now, and it did not seem like anyone had heard her yelling. Hopefully someone would hear her scream—she did not care who it was, as long as it was someone that would save her from whatever was happening. The arm underneath her was still twisted and in pain, but it did not occur to her to try and alleviate that pain. Her other arm was clutching desperately at her chest, trying to salvage some of her dignity by not allowing him to rip at the fabric any more, but she knew it was not working. Her new dress was in shreds now, and she was being exposed to the beast that had attacked her, and she did not know what to do. She screamed again, desperately trying to draw attention to herself and her attacker.

Haven Aatte · 04-11-2010, 11:35 PM

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angryHaven is ANGRY D< 500+

The day was overcast, but aside from the lack of sun it was a fairly nice day. Princess had gone off to get some new clothes from the city and Haven had gone about his usual daily duties. He had dropped her off at the borders and then continued his rounds to make sure everything was sound and secure. For a while he had been worried that the problems with Dahlia de Mai might start leaking closer to home, but so far it did not seem that had happened and he was glad of it. If any of that pack's members came around he would be quick to run them off with few questions asked. After what had happened to Firefly, any sympathy he might have held for their ranks was practically gone. After that he had taken Drogon back to the stables, brushed out his mane and tail, check his hoofs, and fed him. From there he went out to do his usual sword practice and conditioning. By the time he finished with that, he would guess that Princess would be back and they could get some dinner together. Things were returning to normal for them and all fears of her leaving him had evaporated like morning mist. He was glad that shadow had been swept away.

Half-way through his practice he became warm and draped his jacket over a nearby tree. As he did so a cool wind brushed over him and caused his body to involuntarily shiver. There was something in that breeze that unsettled him and it had nothing to do with the temperature. A dark feeling settled around him, not dissimilar to how he had felt as he followed Firefly's scent trial up to the north. A bit distractedly he continued his exercises, his blade cleaving through the air with an audible whoosh. Breathing deeply, he brought it over his head in a large arc and was about to bring it down when a distant scream hit his ears and shocked his stomach.

With startling speed Haven and sheathed the sword, strapped it to his back, and was off at a dead run. He knew that voice that had cried out in fear and it made the blood in his veins run ice cold. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest and ears, his legs pumping, running faster than he thought he ever had before. Already the adrenaline was leaking into him, fueling his movement and urging him forward. Not a second could be spared. He had to be there now. Soon his nose caught her scent and that of some foreign male and he moved even faster. Then he saw the scene. Princess was down, trapped with the halfling beast on top of her, and his vision went red. Lips curled in a fearful snarl and a ferocious roar ripped from his chest. Haven barreled towards the pale stranger and leaped, arms outstretch to tackle him and get him off his love. He would make him pay for touching her.

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Minos Lierrah · 04-12-2010, 12:35 PM

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Never had he felt this way. It was power, fear that radiated from the female and filtered into his sensory organs to fuel his growing rage. It was her scent that was now riddled and sweetened with her fear, the wide eyes the leaked stunned tears and then closed hard as if they wish at each fast mindless blink that he would disappear. It was the struggle and the fight that she gave beneath his hulking form, it was her high pitched voice. All of it gave Minos something that he had never had before, something that made him different and change just as his new blood did.

Then she screamed. His loins tightened at the sound, and Minos watched her fear torn face as he pondered the new and exhilarating feeling. Her voice filled his world, giving him exactly what he wished. But the male was far from satisfied, far... far from it. She held herself, not allowing his roaming eyes and claws the look and feel he had asked for. Another growl rolled through him, his teeth laced with saliva and bits of fabric were bared in the nastiest of ways.

And then he was in the air. His back heaved and pushed right off of his prize. The white wolf landed on the ground with a thud, his head dazed but not clouded or confused. He knew what he wanted, and that desire brought him back to his paws to face the one that had challenged him. There were no words, and Minos spoke through his snarl and the tail the curled on his back, the fur that stood on end along his spine. The beast before him was nothing and would be no one when Minos chased him away or brought him to his death.

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Princess Chance · 04-13-2010, 11:02 PM

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300+ words.

The beast did not seem deterred by her screaming, just as he had not stopped when she had demanded he do so. Princess stared at him, trying to mask her fear and doing so very unsuccessfully. Tears were flowing freely now, though she did not know when they had started. The menacing beast was going to do whatever he wanted to her, and nothing could be done. She was practically helpless, having never even been taught how to properly defend herself, and there was seemingly no one around to hear her screams. For all she knew, she might die out here, alone and at the mercy of someone who seemed so primitive and frightening. There was so much that she would miss out on, and Princess did not want to even think about what would happen once Haven found out what had happened to her, so close to their safe home.

Suddenly, though, there was no one standing over her. The Chance woman allowed herself a moment to breathe, relief flooding her shaking form. "Haven!" she shrieked again, recognizing the orange blur that had forced har attacker away from her in an instant. Princess sat up, huddling against herself and wrapping her arms around her legs, face pressed sharply against her knees. She was relieved that he had come for her, but now that the immediate danger was elsewhere, she was allowed to feel ashamed of what had happened to her, what else could have happened to her, and the dishevelled state that she had been left in.

Princess had momentarily forgotten about the dresses that had been scattered around herself and her attacker, and now she wished she had not even gone to find them that morning. Deep sobs wracked her body as she finally allowed herself to look up, trying to see for herself that Haven had saved her and was now fine himself. She would not be able to bear it if something happened to him because of her. They had just promised each other that they weren't going anywhere, either one of them!

Haven Aatte · 04-14-2010, 12:27 PM

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short for the fighting

His body collided with the white male's, pushing the bastard off of Princess. There was no question in his mind as to what the man had intended to do with her and it filled his belly with a hot fire that would only be extinguished by justice being served upon the brute. Haven fell to the ground when the momentum of the hit left him and quickly got back to his feet. Jade eyes burned as they stared down into the putrid yellow pools of the intruder. There was no fear in his gaze or stance, only a desire for retribution. His snarl was just as fierce and a deep growl rumbled menacingly in his chest.

Softly he heard the sound of sobs behind him and he had to fight the urge to go to her. This wasn't over yet, not by a long shot, and he couldn't take his eyes off of his enemy. His hand reached back to grasp the pommel of his longsword, speaking to her without looking back to her. "Princess, run." The Knight did not fear defeat, but in the case that he was Princess needed to get away and find the rest of the pack to protect her and drive the wolf off. Hoping she would obey his words he drew the sword, exposing the steel to the cool air.

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Minos Lierrah · 04-14-2010, 09:48 PM

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His rage brewed, his anger peaking to its max. There was nothing that he wanted more, so much so that he would make the pretty female whose dress was nothing but ribbons want it to. Or, he would simply take it from her. He didn't care in truth, his focus diverted for a moment, for that was all it would take to chase off the male that had come between him and his prize. The two legged male rose before him, giving all that Minos needed to know what it was that other felt. It was pure and filled with the anger that mirrored his own. Emotion, unspoken and still louder then any voice could project.

Then the sword. It came form over the other's head and right between them. He snapped. Another to tell him to bow down, another to hold him to the ground by the scruff, another to make him follow. Mino needed no leader. His back legs pushed him from the ground with no more warning, teeth exposed and jaws tight and ready to snap. Yellow eyes glowed, blazing acid and seeking any piece of the other male that he could get a hold of.

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Haven Aatte · 04-15-2010, 06:08 PM

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Meghann said she was fine with us moving forward a couple of rounds

Haven had felt rage before, but never had the world given his anger the opportunity to fulfill the purpose that it wished to. He had wanted to punish whoever had scarred his sister's arms, but she would not tell him the name of the beast. He had wanted to tear those two Dahlians that had attacked Firefly limb from limb, but they had run off and not given him the chance, leaving him to re-channel his energy into saving his beaten aunt. This man wasn't running though and deep inside instinct told him that neither of them would back off. This would be a fight the likes of which he had never engaged in before. The Knight was not afraid though; he was ready.

The sickly pale secui came after him and Haven spaced his feet out on the ground, ready for the crash of contact once more. He was bringing his sword in front to grasp it with both hands but the other bowled into him before he could make his grip. His back crashed against the cool ground and he snarled as he felt teeth sink deep into the muscle of his arm. Not thinking, he let go of Vowkeeper, eyes burning with a feral fury. Unfettered arm lashed out at the enemy's face, claws striking to inflict substantial and distracting damage that would free his other arm from the jaws of the beast.

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Minos Lierrah · 04-15-2010, 10:30 PM

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highh-yahhh minos karate CHOP

Blood filled his mouth.

The pressure he lay down on the arm burned through his jaws and face. His footing was not enough to hold and shake, and his hopes of ripping that appendage from its owner were lost in the rushing downward motion of the two beasts. The jostle of the fall must have freed the other's hand, the claws coming and raking themselves against his white, pure face. His eye! The pain of it cause him to blink furiously against the evil sensation. He clamped it shut, but his instincts told him to run, and paws moved downward not so much in the hope of cause flesh piercing gashes across the bare chested luperci. Red flowed freely from his wounded eye socket, and he could see nothing from the damaged sensory organ. It didn't matter, his second worked well enough but he could no longer hold onto the forearm that he had clamped upon. The beast was pushed backwards by the male's slashing hand, and he tumbled away from the male.

His face vaguely resembled pummeled meat, and he would never look that same again. All handsome features were left as mere remnants on his opponent's claws. The male found his paws once more, adrenaline leaking from every open wound, his heart beat so quickly and harshly that it only spilled more of his life onto the claim territory's new spring grasses. It was no longer the female that he battled for. He fought every beast that had claimed him submissive and only worth their beatings. He fought not for his life for Minos knew well that his life was behind him, and if he wished to see it again he would be smart to turn and run to it. No, he fought because he never had, he fought because there was a power in him that he had never truly had the guts, the balls to find and use.

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Haven Aatte · 04-16-2010, 09:00 PM

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Think Meghann wants to reply next :o

It seemed that his claws must have met a good mark, for the paw on his chest scrambled, drawing deep red lines across his flesh. Haven clamped his jaw against the pain, taking it in and using it to fuel his energy for the fight. It was still a few moments before he felt the teeth release his arm. When they did he used his feet to kick himself back and away from the white male. A snarl still distorted his face as he quickly assessed the damage on his forearm. The teeth marks were deep, but the burning ache only enraged him more. Jades turned to look at his enemy, seeing the casualties he himself had wrought. Sickly satisfaction coursed through him. He may be hurting, but he had given just as good as he had got.

Still though, even after his face and eye had been shredded the man did not flee. For some reason, that made the Knight even more angry. Why wouldn't he back off? Why wouldn't he leave? Though really, it didn't matter. Haven would have pursued him. No one attacked Princess and got away with it, much less on their own pack lands. Another roar grew in his chest and he lunged out at the beast, claws and teeth searching for flesh to dig into. All thoughts of his sword were temporarily abandoned. Instinct drove him to punish this wolf, not to strategize.

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Princess Chance · 04-21-2010, 05:38 PM

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*whistle* This totally didn't take me forever, no it didn't. 300+ words.

The order that Haven gave to her went unheeded, though it was not for her stubborn and defiant nature this time. Princess was afraid, but not only for herself and what could have just happened to her. Now, there was danger facing her Knight that she had not forseen when calling for help. Why did it have to be him that came to rescue her? The young woman did not know what she would do if something happened to him. Princess felt frozen to her spot, hugging her knees for all that her life was worth, golden eyes hardly blinking as she watched the violent fight unfold before her.

Princess held her breath, silently willing Haven to get back up and to not let the beast stay on top of him, the intruder's teeth surely drawing the blood of her lover. It sickened her to know that Haven was getting hurt because of her, even if it was not her fault that it had happened in the first place. She was not so upset that she was blaming herself for the stranger's sudden attack, but she knew that it was her fault that Haven was getting hurt. If she had been able to defend herself, or if she had not left the house that day at all, or if someone else had heard her screams, then he would not be getting hurt at her expense.

Once he was no longer pinned down, she exhaled, hot tears flowing more freely now. It did not occur to her that she could call for help or, heaven forbid, try to help Haven herself. Instead, she remained where she was, watching the fight through wide eyes. "Please don't get hurt," she whispered, though she knew it was too late for such a wish. The heavy scent of blood, both Haven's and the beast's, had permeated the air already.

Minos Lierrah · 04-22-2010, 10:24 AM

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Legs were limber. The pain was centered on his face and neck, and though he could feel it everywhere his legs still moved and worked with flexibility. His mangled and distorted face drew back his lips, teeth no longer white but a muted red and covered with just as much of his own blood as that of his enemy. There was no running now, no retreat. It was a fight to the death. The other beast would not back down, it was written in every fiber of his body and spoken in the tone of roar. Minos remained silent, using his breath only to keep himself alive and conscious. His good eye held steady on the male face and waiting for the flinch.

The orange body tensed and so did Minos. The halfling’s form was not as agile as his smaller lupus form but it was stronger, solid and full of meaty muscle that could be pierced and yet still protect the vitals that lived within him. The hybrid’s form was a blur, and Minos leaped to meet the clashing body of the pack male. Teeth bared, claws searching just his opponents. His bulky form heaved into the other beast’s upright body, and Minos felt the claws touch and then sink into the flesh of his shoulders. The pain of his face flushed downward, cascading with a thundering resonance from his bloodied eye and cheek and rested in the deep muscles.

His own teeth clamped down with a painful shock, locking onto anything that he could get a hold of.

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Haven Aatte · 04-22-2010, 06:45 PM

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lemme know if this isn't cool with you Alli 300+

Pain throbbed through him, but it only registered on the smallest of scales in his mind. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting rid of this bastard so he could never hurt Princess again. So he would never have the chance to hurt another woman period. There was nothing the Knight hated more than those who thought they had the right to force themselves upon any woman they wished. It made fire and brimstone explode inside of him and that inferno wouldn't be placated with mere water or retreat. Only blood would satisfy him. For a moment, he didn't even see the white stranger. Instead, there was a flash of his own father before his eyes. That was what had set him off at a charge again, reckless and filled with rage. He would banish this demon and all others like him.

Once again the two males crashed into each other and Haven's claws dug into the thick shoulder muscles. He clawed and slashed wildly, lost in the frenzy of battle and anger. His movements faltered though when he felt those powerful jaws grab onto his own shoulder, bloodstained teeth biting into flesh and scraping against collarbone. The Knight growled gutturally and took a staggered step backwards. That had been a mistake, for it put him off-balance and the bulk of his opponent was greater than his own. Haven tumbled backwards again, his head hitting the ground hard and jarring his teeth against one another.

This was not good, one short movement would allow the secui male to bite into his neck and then it would all be over. His good arm moved back and threw the best punch he could right at the side of the beast's face. His feet scrambled, kicking and scratching wildly to do as much damage as he could and to perhaps throw the other off of him.

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Princess Chance · 04-22-2010, 10:11 PM

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The Chance girl could not recall the last time she had been so desperately frightened. She had not even been nearly as scared the day she had met Anselm after having an almost unfortunate encounter with a loner that then lost what made him a male. She had not been afraid to leave her mother at such a young age when she and Ares had left in the middle of the night, and she had not been nearly this fearful of leaving Tokyo to go to Crimson Dreams. Nothing that she had ever experienced could possibly compare to the fear and worry she felt now, seeing Haven being so viciously attacked. Princess felt completely nauseas watching the fight unfold, the pungent scent of blood hanging so tangibly in the air. All she could do was watch in horror, knowing very well that there was a good chance that Haven could be seriously hurt, but that there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening.

It was a grotesque scene, blood and torn flesh seemingly everywhere around the pair grappling for victory against one another. Princess inhaled sharply, leaning forward onto her knees, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that she was losing feeling in her fingers. It was all she could do to keep herself from yelling out to Haven or, heaven forbid, putting herself into the dangerous fray, but she suppressed those urges for his sake. The Knight did not need distractions and he did not need to worry about her more than he already had. For a fleeting moment, she considered calling for help from the rest of the pack, but something inexplicable held her back from doing so. Maybe it was the subconcious knowledge that Haven would want to do this himself that stopped her from calling. She had known long ago that he wanted to prove something, and she knew what he had told her about his father.

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