Revelation
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He sat alone on first row. His head hung miserably and the dark hair hid his face away from the world. Thunder roared outside the building, but the sound was dulled down by the closed doors. Drops of blood trailed from the door and ended in a small puddle at first row beneath the male. The cut went from his right shoulder and ended at his ribcage on the left side. It was not a deep wound, although it would leave a forever visible scar. The issue was that it refused to stop leaking red liquid. He knew why, and he cursed himself because of his stupidity. Merely the sight of the weapon had stunned him long enough for the pitiful female to aim a successful strike out at him. Unfortunately for her, that was all she managed to do before he had caught the hand wielding the weapon and shook it out of her hand. She had managed to get loose though, and she was far away, off into the distance. He knew he would not see her again for quite a while. Dahlia was his.

He leaned backwards and sighed heavily, slightly pale under the layer of white, cream and chocolate. Both hands were placed upon the long wound, but small, lazy streams of crimson found impossible passages and wandered with the gravity. He just had to rest a bit, then he would attempt to get back to Dahlia to find the herbalist if she was present. His gaze, now facing up towards the roof and tall windows, wandered slowly. The cross frightened him, and the beautiful paintings of angels and good that covered the whole roof was ugly to behold to the demon. He had searched out the church just because of the black dagger. He had hid it in a piece of cloth snuck under the altar. No one that knew him would guess he had hid it in a holy place.

Blue eyes now decorated with flecks of yellow and crimson hid behind thin lids. God was dead, and this building was empty.

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#2
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indent Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he had found that woman, since this war began. He had laid waste to many a stranger who had done him no more ill them cross his path. He had come close to destroying his sanity, as he had a thousand years ago. For it all, only one thing kept him moving—the idea that soon, all too soon, he would find the devil and strike him down. In three weeks, he had survived almost mechanically, spending far too little time with his children and his mate. Some nights he did not sleep, and many nights he did not return home. He was not content to rest as long as the man who had come to his home like a thief in the night walked free. He would crush him utterly, and lay ruin to those who opposed him.
indent Two hours. It had been two hours since he had caught the scent, far from here. Gabriel followed it as if it was a visual thing, a fine ribbon of red over the ground. This had proven to be an accurate description, as he came across the blood all too soon. He did not need to hesitate anymore. Today would be the day he ended this and made his peace with the world. This was his will, this was God’s Will, and this was the will of those who had suffered and died heedlessly. It did not matter, he reasoned, what happened before or after the moment. All that mattered was finding his prey, his enemy, and casting his soul (if he had one) to the depths of the earth.
indent One minute. The hybrid was moving quickly, his Secui form serving his haste well. He was a behemoth, a mass of muscle and bone and fur, nearly four and a half feet at the shoulder. The thirst for blood was like a heavy drug, intoxicating him, driving him to blind fury. The scent was everywhere. He was in the church. Rage began to boil deep in his chest, rumbling, filling his body with fire. Along his spine his hair stood on end, tail turning brush-bottle, eyes fever-bright and burning. He slunk into the building, the scent of rain and blood hiding his for only a moment, and then he charged forward silently. The hybrid rounded the pew and leapt, fangs bared, at the man sitting there.




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#3
I cannot remember last time I had a fight thread, so I apologize for not posting top quality.

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Eyes slightly opened and the full-blood moved so fast a child may have claimed he simply disappeared. The male had thrown himself down on the floor and slid under the benches by a dashing movement and a small burst of power from his arms along with some passive assistance from the red liquid on the floor, escaping the first charge from the canine that had popped up from nowhere. Coyote, male, half shifted, obviously hostile. The wolf pushed a bench over as he quickly made space to get up on his legs before the other male could reach him. He crunched slightly, flexing sharp talons unconsciously, ready to meet the other male face to face as a proper man., beast, monster.. His heart held a steady rhythm, and he could not stop a smirk from approaching. Revenge was at hand, and death in form of a hybrid with the foul stench of Inferni was stepping forth to demand payback.
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indent The stranger was gone, and Gabriel, in mid-air, could not move to follow him. Instead he extended his forearms and slammed into the back of the pew, toppling it. His momentum was unstoppable, and he used this to rush at the stranger again. He was playing a game, holding his head yet. He would kill this demon in time, once he wore him to the ground. His opponent was all-ready loosing blood, and this was only a matter of time now. Gabriel’s fire was holy and it would not burn out—he would never stop as long as he was incensed with the thirst for blood.




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The time the coy hybrid had chosen was not ideal for his opponent. Haku was not defenseless though. It was simply a flesh wound, it was nothing, it was what he lived for. It released pressure. His wrists were a hobby of his. The beast flew at him again, and Haku found himself wondering why the righteous sword was not in the other’s hands. He crunched slightly more and took a leap, connecting to the behemoth in the air, but was outmatched by the power of the charge from the coyote, and was thrown back, crashing into a pew two rows behind his point less than a second earlier. His throat had withdrawn against his chest together with his face, leaving his neck exposable for merely a short period. His hands flung themselves around the tank as an embrace and clawed furiously to get a proper grip so that he could throw the monster off.
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indent Wear him down—Gabriel knew that was what he had to do in order to win this. His opponent was wiry, he was young, but Gabriel had more experience and more fury driving him. They tumbled back further, toppling the pews and hitting the ground. The hybrid snapped wildly, aiming for the exposed neck, unheeding of the claws that tore up his skin and drew blood. Bit by bit, he was losing himself in the moment. The muscles in his hind legs tensed, bracing themselves against the opposing force, and he scrambled wildly with his forepaws to strike flesh, ground, something, anything.




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Inside, he was calm, but the odd and striking fact was that he actually lacked proper experience in violence when the opposing part was not a helpless victim, but a powerful warrior. The Inferni member’s claws drew shallow red lines, but Haku had given up the mindless scratching and had caught hold of the limbs right beneath the beast’s shoulders, and tried to hold a somewhat distance to the furious beast. It only reduced the strength from the hybrid’s paws, but the teeth snapping was a bigger problem, and he wriggled about constantly, but fur and flesh did not get away unharmed. As the chocolate male felt fangs pierce his neck, he released his left claws from the other’s flesh, and created a fist that was sent with crushing force to the face he knew was there, in the middle of attaching itself to his neck.
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indent Kill him—that was what instinct said and that was what Gabriel wanted more then anything else. He aimed to rend his opponent as he had the others. The strangers in their packland were taken by surprise, and did not have a chance to react. The men after that had been no different. Gabriel had never been more remarkable then he was during battle, and that was due to his parents and his upbringing. The Lykoi’s were all warriors, and the de le Poer’s were just as apt. What they offered him was strength, and what Kaena’s family offered was viciousness. Both houses, resting on his shoulders, gave him madness. He knew this because he had seen it in his father, and he had known this from his mother.

indent A fist collided with his skull, and a great rush of pain filled his body, but Gabriel did not stop. His snarls had begun to warp, to turn into laughter, and he was loosing himself in the rush. Something broke, then, something taunt and reverberating. It snapped like piano wire and filled his mind with the echoes of a thousand long-dead strangers and he was grinning, laughing, bleeding. He pushed forward, driven by hellfire and God’s wrath, and he continued to push for the throat.






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#9
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Slight powerplay so that Gabe aint on top of him when Iskata arrives. She'll post next.


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Laugher filled the empty space in the church, but Haku remained silent. His muscles started giving in, and he let his gaze flash away from the male on him as time slowed down. Red. It was not fear that grabbed him, just a heightened sense of things. He slowly realized he was not immortal. Part of him had known from the start, but the rest of the beast within had not. His fist had hit the target well enough, but he was not much closer to salvation. Whatever he had left of strength was used on keeping the monster on a somewhat distance, but it could not stay for long.

His chest burned and dribbled with red. His neck was on fire, together with lesser cuts from the beast. This was not releasing pressure, this was emptying a container. Haku snapped his jaws after flesh around the behemoth’s shoulder area, not furious nor angered, really. Haku was on his back with the half shifted hybrid on top of him, and he worked his feet under the male and kicked at the same time as he twisted his body around, ready to get up on his legs and. What, take off? Time was something he could not be granted. Whatever happened, he would live on, he would simply be sent back to the place where he came from.

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#10
Iskata had no clue why in the world she'd set paw in the old human city, it had been so long since she'd even given a thought to exploring, her mind having been set on other things. Instead of ignore her own thoughts like she would have and go about her way she looked longingly towards the city and gave in. Her gold tinted paws soon were carrying her down the streets towards the real start of the city. She'd decided that she'd visit a few of the building and find some interesting books before heading back to her pack's lands and to the cottage she'd claimed as her own. Before she could even set paw towards a single interesting building the scent of another caught her attention. She knew deep down she should ignore it, but she didn't.

She gritted her teeth and set after the scent of her nephew, soon finding her way towards the church where another scent was overwhelming the first. She stopped dead in her tracks as she realized that she was getting herself caught up in something she shouldn't. She turned away from the scents, hoping that they were just crossed scents and nothing more but before she could even take a step backwards on her trail the clatter and crash came from the church before her. She snarled and gave in, her paws dragging her into the building where she knew she shouldn't set paw.

The dim light of the church was hard to grow use to but the sight of the fight before her set her in motion, guided by scent as well as her deminished sight. The scarred silver and gold female's eyes settled on the form of Haku struggling to get out from under Gabriel's snarling form. When a lucky gathered kick threw the hybrid male away from her nephew Iskata flew into action and barrelled her way between the two male.

Lowering her head she braced her legs and snarled at Gabriel, her fierce ivy eyes daring him to try again for the chocolate hued male behind her. Deep inside she knew what she was doing was wrong but Haku was still family and as much as she loved Faolin there was no love between Gabriel and her. She growled deep in her throat as she felt her muscles tense as she waited to meet what was coming.
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Iskata, I'll allow you to play out whatever injuries you want to gain. I'd also suggest we wrap this up soon, and have the two of you pull your characters back. :]
indent He was almost there when the male managed to throw him off. Gabriel landed on his feet, cat-like, all brush-bottled and eyes blazing. No longer was there a conscious, coherent thought. All that remained was the desire and the impulse and the fury that was pounding through his blood, his head, his heart, his soul. There were not people before him, but prey. And both, his instincts told him, were his enemies in truth. Red haze flooded his vision, and he lowered his head, still snarling, still laughing, and looking as mad as his mother had been at the peak, as mad as his father when he thought he could become a god.
indent The hybrid rushed forward, fur a blaze of black and gold and red (some of it blood, some of it his own fur) and was on the woman.







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#12
She knew it had been coming, it'd been coming long before she'd even given Gabriel the chance for it. The fact that she'd denied him the prey before him and stood between him and his finally kill had to have thrown it over the edge, but she had expected it in the end.. long before now infact. Sometime ago she'd thought her hate had turned to something else but really she'd just buried it beneith her grief and it's sat waiting for the day it would escape. She'd grown tired of the constant shadow behind her, of the misery of her mate's death and the taunting sight of Gabriel at the side of her best friend even after it all.. now she had reason to throw the hate out.

He came at her suddenly and quickly, his claws and teeth searching out her flesh and bone. She snarled in rage and caught the male's chest scruff in one hand, barely keeping his teeth from her throat as his nails dug into the side of her head, catching her tattered ear and one drawing blood across her eye before settling in her shoulder. She squirmed beneith his weight as she raised her knees under his raging body to kick out, trying to throw him from her smaller frame. Her voice filled with fury as she spat the name. "Gabriel" coming out in a soft hateful hiss as she snapped her jaws, trying to catch the taste of his blood before gaining a purchase with her hindclaws.
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The hybrid in both blood and body did not darken the world, but had found his way blocked from a unexpectedly arrived angel. The luperci turned his face to the scene, and found Iskata of all souls standing between the coyote and himself. So unexpectedly, if anyone, she was the last being he would have thought would defend him. He deserved to die, she knew so too, so why? They were even now, and he would give up the delightful thought of ripping her apart so that her gossip way of acting was ended. He turned around fully and was about to throw himself into the two snapping jaws, but he halfway stumbled and had to grab a still standing pew so that he would not fall.

There was the sound of strong wind in his ears, and the world would not still, but danced up and down and around and around and around. Haku’s free hand found his own chest and he was painted red once again, but this time it was mostly his own blood. His muscles were slow with obeying his wishes, and he felt heavy and tired. That goddamn knife, that goddamn Colibri. He turned around and headed towards the exit, leaving the two of them behind. Relax, recover, go on with the plan. His ears had not caught Iskata’s hiss that had revealed the monster’s name, but Haku would find out soon enough. Perhaps the hybrid even had kids and a little mate? What a delightful thought.

Even though darkness was over him and the rain outside blinded him, he knew his way home. No thought was spared to Iskata. The world would go on without her, and if she did turn out to survive, he would deal with it then. Later.

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indent In the fog of battle, the bloodlust rage, Gabriel was gone. He would have attacked his brother if he had come near him, but that was one of the terrible prices he had to pay. Instinct drove him now, instinct and desire, and the will of these two was aggressive, dominating, overpowering. He did not register any pain or any thought—it was flying, falling, a sick and wonderful sensation that filled him with oxygen and set him off like gasoline to flame.
indent A hand connected with his chest, keeping his teeth from her throat, the singular object of his attention now. He did not see Haku slink out, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He saw nothing but the path before him. At the sound of his name, his snarl twisted into a terrible smile, bloody teeth bared wide and open. Then he pulled back, avoided her teeth, and was sent from her frame. He flew, landed; again, he was on his feet, skidding in the blood-covered floor, rushing for her.





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Somehow in the back of her mind she knew that Haku wouldn't be there to save her but she didn't care. If it ended here and now atleast she'd have gathered some form of revenge on the demon from her past, or atleast on one of the de le Poer. Her teeth were bared as her eyes seemed to show more gold than blue, her anger rising as she saw the smile creep across that muzzle before her as the name was hissed. Suddenly her hold had been gathered and the weight of the male was off her body as she twisted around and was on her feet.

She knew there were wounds scored across her flesh but she didn't care. The time to get away was at hand but there was nothing she wanted to do at the moment to escape even when every sense told her it was time. Like the hellhound who'd gathered himself off the floor she snarled in rage and gathered herself together as she rushed to meet the beast that was barreling at her. There may be a moment to save herself soon but for now she wanted to leave him with something to remember, atleast for a little while.

Her fangs were bared and ready to snap a hold on the male as she leapt onto one of the pews and felt her muscles tighten then release as she pelted herself at him from a different angle. Her arms were gathered for the impact, ready to lash into whatever came within hold as she could taste the smallest taste of his blood, wanting it again, just so he knew she wasn't some soft timid creature to be turned away again. She was not ready to make nice and run for cover, though she knew if she didn't take her next chane she wouldn't be willing to get to play nice in the future.
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indent A mass of silver and gold fur, scars, and blue eyes came down at him. There was no time to avoid it, so he met her head-on. He felt her claws strike his shoulders, his side, but the pain did not concern him. He did not feel. Wide-eyed and crazed, the hybrid’s teeth were snapping, aiming for her throat, aiming to take her life in one fell swoop and pursue after the demon who had just managed to escape him. Very few did, and he made a point to end what he had begun.





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There was a flare of satisfaction as she felt her claws dig into the hybrid's flesh as she decended upon the monster. She was angry for a million things, some he deserved some he didn't, but she wasn't about to give in and let the beast have his kill, atleast not this time. She could feel his hot breath on her as she tried to latch her fangs into his pretty little face, wanting to mar the beauty and let the world see him for what he was. She felt his fangs searching for her throat as they snapped, his snarls filling her ears as she tried to gather one arm around his throat.

Once more she was trying to fend for her own life, but yet she was trying to seek out his as well. She knew there was only one way this could end and she hoped that she would be fast enough to escape when she was granted that one fleeting moment. She snarled as she tried to get some footing about her, unconcerned for the wounds she had but knowing that her strength would fail her before his if she wasn't careful.
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indent Her teeth closed around his ear, and he ripped his head free, feeling blood. It was all over his face, overwhelming his sense of smell. Most of it belonged to Haku. There was nothing but the impulse and the mechanical instinct now. He had to kill her. He had to kill her and go find the demon because without that nothing would end. Snarling, he jerked his head back as her arm came for his throat, and then he lashed out with his teeth, intending to break it in one snap. Whether or not this happened he did not know—for he quickly released, dropped low, and went for her belly.




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OOC: Over soon, he can jerk away or something or get kicked again.. whatever you want to do so she can escape alive.. this time. XD

The blood that welled in her maw was almost satisfaction but it disappeared too quickly as the male pulled away and her teeth snapped together shut for an instant. She snared again fiercely as his fangs dug into her arm that she'd stretched out to grab at his throat, she'd missed his throat but her hand still wrapped around the muscles of his shoulder. The pain was like fire but she knew she could still use the limb, she'd been lucky, she knew that, but she was also smart, she knew her luck couldn't last too much longer.

The sudden drop of his fangs as they dove towards her exposed belly made her gather her legs closer to the soft flesh of her abdomen as she strained to keep the monster at bay as she lashed out with her free arm, trying to gain some hold in his flesh along his ribcage as she felt his teeth score across her upperchest. She roared with fury as she drove her head down, towards the maw that had attempted to ravage her, attempted to end her life. Her fangs were bared as his blood glittered on them as her fury drove her on.
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indent In her movement she grabbed at his shoulder, but Gabriel shook her off. The fact she managed to prevent him from reaching her belly was infuriating. He pushed against the floor, eyes narrowed and ears flat against his head, and sensed rather then saw her arm come towards him. Gabriel pulled back and it was then she moved, finally. Instinct took over and he was running after her like a fiend, after her until the red vision faded and she pulled away. Then Gabriel was left alone, bleeding, burning, and wanting nothing more then to end both their lives.




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