[M] There's Something Rotten In...

[M] There's Something Rotten In...

Argul Rakezael

03-30-2011, 10:39 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 5th post. Reader discretion is advised.

OOC> This is dated for March 28th, shortly after sunset. Any power playing was approved by both sides.
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He made his way back into the borders of Crecatori d’Arte. He was moving at an even pace. His trip out was not that eventful, which he was fine with. It was a breath of fresh air. It helped him clear his mind of the two things that seemed to plague him lately, Orin and Shawchert. If any thought of them were to float up in his mind he would think about them, for hours, regardless of how hard he fought. He mainly thought of Orin which in turn brought Shaw to his mind. They were two polar opposites to him, for one he found a great love for. Though this love was lost and not one that would be returned to him. Argul has developed his own world and reality around Orin and had tricked himself into thinking they could have been. The other he developed a deep seated hatred. Argul’s thoughts were not a stranger to sick and demented things, but how deep he felt this hate for Shaw was something new. It would be his mistake, his intense focus on one target would eventually catch up with him, but he was blind to this. The hatred created a fog over him, creating a sort of tunnel vision in his actions.

As he walked he listened to his foot falls lightly thump on the ground. He heard his leather armor creak. He loved how he wore this armor publicly and no one was the wiser. It was a slap in a face to all around him, for it was made of wolves’ hides. Wolves’ he had murdered before. But the bigger slap in the face was the new center piece to it. It had a hidden pouch on the inside with a little gift from Orion and her bookstore. But that was not what caused the sting, no, it was the fact it was made out of Shawchert’s son’s hide. Just like the leather bracer Shaw had so graciously accepted as a memorable piece.

He smiled to himself, lost in thought. He worked his way back, thinking up new grisly tasks to make Shaw’s life more miserable. He was not content with killing Shaw, not at this time. He wanted to make him suffer. He wanted to take his pride and to make the large wolf suddenly feel small. He wanted to break him…

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03-30-2011, 08:14 PM

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OOC: Lets get the hurt on!!!

Though Shaw had time to calm down his rage did not subside. His pain and aches were gone for the time being, only to help fuel his rage. He'd been up day and night looking for whoever it was that had murdered his son, he had the scent memorized, and he was starting to get an idea of who he was. He'd been there... he'd helped Orin, then he had been there with the heads of the rabbits... then... well he didn't know how Valinta played into this other than she had a pup... that he murdered. He was being shown how weak and horrible of a leader he was. He didn't like this because if things came down to it and the coward had showed himself in the first place... he would have had the man's throat a long time ago. and nothing else would have died. He was near his borders, trying to get news of where Argul had gone, for Shaw knew it had to be him. He wasn't questioning it like he had with Kesho.

He spotted movement in the distance and his heart started racing, but what was he to do? Kill him. The scent was too weak still but he could tell it was what was on the wall of that house... and on Valinta. He would have his revenge. A low growl came. He wanted the man's throat now. He didn't think he could play nice with him when his son's disembodied face came to him. He ran at the man and threw himself onto him. His teeth bared.

I should rip you limb from limb right now. But you need to give me answers... Why.... Why did you kill them?

His whole body bristled with anger, making his fur stick out and look bigger than he normally was. this didn't matter to him, right now he worked on his restraint. Everyone had a reason for something. There was always a reason.

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Argul Rakezael

03-30-2011, 09:44 PM

He jumped, similar to a deer hearing a noise. Just as he recognized Shaw heading towards him he had no chance. He got jumped upon, thudding to the ground. The back of his head smacked against something hard. A rock or a thick stick, he wasn’t sure but he was a little dazed and the pain shot through him. An audible umph escaped him. He was able to re-focus his eyes back towards the large wolf on top of him.

Argul wasn’t stupid; he knew when he was outmatched. But he didn’t think Shaw had all the upper hands that he believed her had. Sure Shaw was stronger, tougher and had rage pumping through him. Argul, though, had age and the wisdom and knowledge that that brings. On top of that, Argul assumed he was smarter, anyhow. Look at what he has done, without getting caught. He was curious to the fact how Shaw knew, and by the looks of it there was no reason to act his way out of this. He was able to finally remove his friendly mask when confronting Shaw. It felt like a relief to Argul, a huge burden off of his shoulders. He believed in the saying to keep your friends close but your enemies closer. It always seemed to work, too. He hated Shaw so much, now, that it was hard for him to keep up the act and game. Now he didn’t have to act like he was a friend to this wolf he loathed.

His expressions were no longer friendly towards Shaw. His face looked to visibly change in front of Shaw’s eyes. Argul’s visage and demeanor showing the extreme malevolence towards him; Argul’s eyes gleamed with wickedness and hate, his muscles in his face tightened…and then he smiled. Not a friendly smile but a smile that was sure to strike at the heart of the one pinning him. It was the smile of one who had won a great victory over and enemy.

”Correction, you killed them. The deaths, the blood they all stain your fur. I am simply a tool in this. You caused it.” His voice was that of bile, very acidic rotten bile. He aimed his words at Shaw, like it was another dagger to be put into Shaw’s back. Even in this current state he held nothing back. He would play words games with him first, and then give him some details to enrage him. It was part of his plan. He hoped, yet had faith in himself, that he was able to do this right and not misjudge anything.

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03-30-2011, 09:46 PM

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Shawchert got an answer, and a look of death from the man he'd accepted into his pack. He growled, not liking the answer. It wasn't true, he'd never let someone do these things and know it.

BULL SHIT! YOU did that to them. YOU killed my son, What did you do with Orin, Where is she. where are my girls.

He didn't believe they were with the man, though Shaw could have been wrong. He may have killed them too but rather than show them off he might have done something else to them. Saving them for later. The thought made him want to throw up, but he clenched his claws, and by doing so dug into the man's shoulders where his hands rested. He wanted to hurt him so bad, he was starting to lose control, and almost had, but he consoled himself, if he killed him now he would not know what he needed to know. He'd still be questioning things.

OUT WITH IT!

He screamed at the top of his voice. His teeth showing. They were close to the man's face, ready to snap the second he lost control, which wouldn't take him long.

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Argul Rakezael

03-30-2011, 09:47 PM

At the mention of Orin, Argul came close to snapping. He lifted up under the weight. He wasn’t able to get but an inch up, but his own rage fueled the power to push back. He turned sour at Shaw acting as if he cared about Orin. Argul believed that any issue related to Orin was directly caused by Shaw. And now Shaw acting like he cared fed a rage inside Argul. He knew he still had to play it; he had to be smarter, for he had no advantage other than that. But he started to wonder if he could and not snap either. No, no…must make Shaw snap, and break. That is my advantage, to make him mess up! he thought to himself.

He winced before he finally spoke; some of his armor protected him from the piercing claws on him, but not totally. He could feel the distinct sharp pain of claws piercing flesh. A big toothy grin, with a quick growl in return escaped him.

”Orin? And what would you care about her? You degraded her with your filthy seed. You selfish insensitive prick, you disgrace wolves.” The hatred and anger rose like a geyser within Argul. He knew he was walking a fine line, but he figured Shaw would not harm him, at least not much, until he gave out some specifics pieces of information. Argul gave a small laugh, which was abruptly ended by Shaw’s paw slashing into his face. It was an angry un-aimed hit, like a reflexive response to what Argul had said.

Argul didn’t yelp. He could taste blood and it tasted good. He licked his lips and continued to grin. He resumed speaking, he knew this was a price he had to pay for how he was working his words and causing even more damage to Shaw. ”Some big bad tough wolf you are. Preying on females and any you have an advantage on. Patheti-“ He quickly raised his arm as far as he could, readying to block another strike. ”Ok, I will tell you. I will give you information.” he nodded slowly, “Yeah, someone like you would need it explained. I will tell you.” He drew in a deep breath, while his toothy grin transformed into a wicked smile.

”First I will tell you of Orin, for I obviously cared for her more than you did.” His words continually aimed at Shaw, like a hammer pounding in a nail, it was a continuous onslaught of blame and mockery. “She got to watch her son’s throat get cut, she even got to feel it. The blood washed over her. Her white fur turned red, because of you.” He took another strike, expecting it. Who could withhold their rage at such a thing. Argul once again did not yelp, but his face began to hurt, the new swipe amplifying what was already there. He could feel some of his flesh torn away, those spots feeling numb – he knew they were gone.

He spit out the blood this time, landing on his own neck, due to lack of force of the spit. ”A one trick pony, you are. One of my easiest preys, I am always able to predict where you will scurry away to. Let me tell you now, if you think that was bad. The murdered puppies…yes, mutilated, but did you ever wonder where the meat went? Or the pelts? All that was left were scraps…” He gave a short pause to let that sink in. “Where do you think that bracer you wear came from?”

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03-30-2011, 09:48 PM

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Every word infuriated Shawchert, even his hits on the man did not give him the satisfaction he wished to have. No.... and to hear how Orin had to watch her son die before her eyes.... it twisted his heart in so many pieces. She was worse off than him... She had to be found, but it seemed the man was playing for something, and Shaw didn't know what. He might not have known where she and the girls were... a good thing, though ... Argul was blaming Shawchert! He had been there for her birthing, he'd been there to hold his pups in his arms, that warm feeling of love for the three children he had. Now it seemed that he might not have any. At the mention of where the meat and scraps went, his heart stopped. He let go of Argul, to touch the leather that was around one of his wrists... his face drained of any blood now. He'd been given his own son's pelt? He wanted to throw it, oh but the anger was too much. He hurled himself forward for a bit to the man, it was miscalculated and full of rage. He hated Argul, he wanted him to pay for everything he did!!! No words could express Shaw's feelings so he'd show in his actions.

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Argul Rakezael

03-30-2011, 09:49 PM

His plan, once again has worked. He could not admit that everything has fallen together so easily this time, as he did not expect the wolf to be waiting for him when he came back. But as for his current situation, it was just all dropping together in the right order. The big wolf was in such a rage that he was messing up. It was rage filled swings and thoughts of revenge.

He had to take the opportunity that presented itself to him. Any mistakes now would surely be costly. And yet, while knowing that, he attempted a risky and bold maneuver. As Shaw came back down on him, he pulled his chin down and in and quickly, arching with his back came up to meet Shaw's nose and face with his head. His idea in this was to cause a water eye and bloody face, to make it harder on Shaw to fight and to also give a temporary stun so he could get out from under the large male.

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03-30-2011, 09:49 PM

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Shawchert was indeed imobilized, though not for long. It did give the monster the time to throw Shaw off, but this proved to make the large male stabilize a little as he now came rushing at Argul, his hand balled in a fist, his teeth glinting with the gleam of his saliva as he ran towards Argul in a rage. First punching a few times, then grabbing for the man, biting in any place he could. Argul was already up and Shaw had to get the man back down, he was too dangerous.

Shawchert was acting in fury and rage, so it was no surprise that many of his attacks would be missed, but he knew he got some part of Argul, but how badly was not determined as easily.

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Argul Rakezael

03-30-2011, 09:50 PM

He went defensive now that he had some ground to stand. His lips snarled, constant growls erupting from his throat, despite the pain it was causing him with the wounds to the side of his face. He managed to deflect many of the initial punches, and returning a few rakes with an open hand, claws extended. He wasn't able to be as accurate as he hoped either. Fighting against rage fueled opponents were always amazingly quick.

He had no retreat for the grab Shaw managed to get, but he tried not to let him take him to the ground, and to do so he had to block or counterattack the bite. But what opening did he have? Only able to block or duck back from bites, he say nothing immediately. He had to act, he was losing this battle, Shaw was the larger and stronger of the two.

Opportunity finally presented itself, during on of Shaw's lunging bites Argul had just enough room to bring up his hand. He was not of brute force, so closing it for a punch, or rather an upper cut, was not the best way to damage his opponent. Rather he kept his hand open, bringing the claws up first.

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03-30-2011, 09:51 PM

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Argul got him of course, a bit more than he got Argul. He felt the scratches rake over some of his newly healing wounds, and his more tender neck area. It hurt but he continued his brutal attack, his hands moving to a more feral aproach, using his own claws, going after the man's vulerable spots, only to find many of them were covered by the leather that he wore.

Shawchert should have seen it coming, the claws reaching up, but he didn't and he felt the sharp pain as though little needles were going inside his chin, and then with great force he was pushed back and he fell to the ground unable to balance himself. Shaw got up, holding under his jaw where Argul ad got him. His blue eyes felt like they were turning red. Red with rage anger, and the need for revenge. He came at Argul once again this time aiming his bite for the exposed part of Argul's side.

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