it begins with a dark glowing ember

Samael Lykoi · 01-06-2010, 09:12 PM

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He barely felt the burn in his lungs or the stabbing, searing pain that tore through his midsection. He’d since shifted into a bigger, more powerful form as his nose sought the soil of Dahlia’s border. He was intent on finding Haku Soul as soon as physically possible, and only slowed at the territory’s edge to ensure he was at peak state to tear the bastard apart. En route to Dahlia de Mai, he’d only paused momentarily at times to rest to keep himself from collapse, for laying unconscious on the ground would do nothing to ensure the blue-eyed male ended up paying for his action. Otherwise, fueled by burning emotion and smoldering anger he’d kept at a steady pace, ignoring the passage of time and the possibility of thought as he moved like a machine—without consciousness and driven by mission alone.

He didn’t even see the ground racing beneath his feet nor the landscape flash past by in a blur of muted color as the scent of flowers lingered in the shadows at the edges of his mind. Sleek head lowered and hackles lifted, the beast sought the ground for recent signs of the blue-eyed wolf. Crimson vision briefly sought Gabriel, ensuring the elder canine continued to follow along as Samael searched the earth for the passage of their target. Finding a likely enough trail, again the dark coyote headed off—moving determinedly after the creature whose blood his fangs screamed to spill.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-06-2010, 09:41 PM

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HAKU SHOULD PROBABLY SHOW UP SOON KTHNX. Word Count: 266

In Character

They had run the entire distance to the borders of Dahlia de Mai (save a few moments of pause), and Gabriel was now panting heavily, his left shoulder aching with that all too familiar wear that came with running long distances. It was a crippling weakness and he knew this, but for the time being it was meaningless. Samael’s body and grown, and given him more weight and size then his elder sibling. While there was an option for him to take on that same shape, Gabriel remained in his lupus body, knowing it was not mass that would save him from Haku. The man fought using such tactics, and Gabriel understood this. Samael was the one that would serve as the tank, as the brute force to wear down the blue-eyed devil. Gabriel would see him dead before the sun rose.

Samael’s body, large but still as black and sleek as oil, moved along the flowered pack’s borders as he sought the demon. Gabriel had allowed him to take the lead, and followed with a cat-like grace, keeping a few feet behind the blackened coyote. When they found Haku, Samael would not hesitate, and would not tarry or falter. Gabriel intended to see this happen, and strike when an opening was made. To rip the demon’s throat out, to crush his still beating heart, these were things he needed to see. Soon, and very soon, they would become reality. Haku’s scent was all around them, and it was growing more and more fresh as they moved deeper into the heart of Dahlia de Mai’s territory.

Haku Soul · 01-07-2010, 05:06 PM

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It was mere coincidence that the male with the sky blue eyes scented them the moment before their two shapes were to dart out into vision in the snow kissed landscape. Haku could taste the blood right then, for he could feel their lust as well as he had felt his own every day for so long now. A blissful sensation ran up his spine as goose bumps spread along with rising hackles. Gabriel was finally here and the blood he so vividly had seen in his disturbing dreams had been real. The shadows would rise up through the soil and dance and feast as bodies would bleed and souls would depart. Haku’s lungs expanded and he let out the mourning song of a vile wolf. Enemy spotted; intruders alert; emergency by the borders. Although he had wished and waited for this for so long, Haku did not intend to play fair. Again it was all about this strange thing called morale. Haku was bound by no rules anymore and morale was so beyond an Immortal. Although his howl had been plain with emergency as the only part of his voice given wings, Haku was beyond satisfied. He could feel his heart throb with that dark matter and spread bliss through his veins.

He recognized the first form. Definitely smaller and more compact, but Haku’s large secui form was nothing but muscles. He had met that male before, though he had reeked of a life in solitude and not of clan life. Then – ah, then there was Gabriel de le Poer. Lips curled in a grimace that probably was an attempt of a wicked smile. It was very clear who they were looking for. ”Gaaabriel..” the dark voice cooed like a child possessed by a demon, eager to play a very deadly game. Muscles tenses and his face cracked in two as his jaws opened wide – so hungry.. Backup would not arrive within seconds yet, but Haku could not bear to flee when he knew there was a possibility to taste crazed blood once again.

Samael Lykoi · 01-08-2010, 02:13 PM

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         The call gave away his presence before vision caught sight of the blue-eyed wolf. He was a coward, afraid to face them alone and required the assistance of his entire pack just to take on two coyotes. Slim head snapped up, removing his muzzle from searching the soil and setting blood-red eyes on the snow-strewn landscape around them. Lips withdrew over his teeth, baring deadly white and yellow-tinged fangs, desiring the death of the male who had dared to harm their mother. The brown-coated canine came into view, and Samael could barely contain himself, briefly running his tongue across his lips as teeth gleamed in the poor light.

         Hair stood like blades along his neck and back, rimming his sleek features and adding bulk and strength to his spine and shoulders. Hair like the charred remnants of a flame and crimson eyes burning with a hellish inferno, he sought blood and he sought death. The voice that hissed spoke his brother’s name, but the demon barely had ears or eyes for the bastard. His sight only saw strewn entrails and deep, dark red staining the moon-kissed snow a hellish shade. He killed often, but so many of his kills were for whim or pleasure—never revenge, and never had he desired so heavily the death of a single worthless wolf. Words were not needed. Samael did not speak.

         No, silently as a ghost and dark as a shadow he moved forward without a sound, spreading his jaws wide in a horrifying expression and aiming to tear straight into the blue-eyed wolf’s body. He didn’t care where he struck as long as he saw blood. He would die before another day could reach its zenith. He would lay in shreds on the snow, unrecognizable to any that encountered his scattered remains. Aim locked on his face, lunging straight for whatever he could reach, intending to go for the side of the neck or the shoulder if his initial strike was deflected.

         SSWM: 333 would have posted last night if ‘souls didn’t die. ;_;

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-08-2010, 05:46 PM

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A familiar voice rose from the forest, one that drew his attention to it like a fly to honey. Coward. It was something that even though he should have expected, he did not. Everything he had known about the demon wolf had told him Haku Soul would come to greet them without fear of death. This peculiar choice was one that told Gabriel more then anything else. Their enemy had been waiting for them to come, and perhaps known that one day they would—at least, that Gabriel would. And that time had come, in a blaze of black-gold fire; one holy, and one wicked and unclean.

The demon wolf appeared before them, a beast of muscle and terrible darkness, fangs bared and eyes gleaming with a blind hunger. As his name was called, taunted, the Aquila’s own face twisted into a terrible snarl. Instinctively, the wolf inside recognized the challenge and rose to it. To have another male, to have his most vile and terrible enemy no less, call for him in such a childish way, it was infuriating. In that moment, Gabriel knew that Haku’s intention had been all along to draw him out, to bring him here, to get them matched once more in that final apocalyptic battle that would destroy one of them ultimately. Gabriel had no fear. He had all of heaven and a large portion of hell on his side and knew that no matter what happened, Haku Soul would be the one to die. Of that he was certain.

Swallowing the cold air, Gabriel’s fur rose on all ends in the black-gold fire that was so similar to his companion. Samael moved with a burst of speed, rushing forward, leaving his half-brother behind. Gabriel did not wait long to follow, knowing that Samael’s intent was to draw blood and to rip out the beast’s throat. There was no hesitation, and for their purpose, their could not be. Others would be coming soon, and then they would be outnumbered and facing the very fate he had warned his mother about. They had to strike quickly and strike hard, drive the devil wolf down and rip out his throat before their time ran out. All under his fur the muscles tensed, drawing the fur upright, and his legs took off like pistons, rushing forward. While Samael rushed for the face, Gabriel swung wide and turned his attention to Haku’s haunches. It was a hunting tactic—catch the prey off guard, get them off their feet. Once they did that, it would be all be over.

Haku Soul · 01-09-2010, 10:58 PM

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It was no fear of death that had caused the dark male to call out for his fellow Dahlians to take wings and come to the coyotes with teethed jaws and clawed limbs. It was because he needed time to increase the amount of blood spilled. He could not risk the possibility of having the long lasting conflict ending here and now. Although he firmly believed in his own immortality, he would take no risks. Gabriel had his own fire burning in his amber eyes and it had happened before that Gods had killed each other. There would have been no howl for assistance if the Aquila had come on his own, but this was not the case and Haku just like Gabriel could play the card of cowardice when he saw the weight tip in unfavoured side with such weight.

The smaller canine exploded into swift motion first, and Haku’s body rushed into motion as well, determined to start the party without the presence of Dahlians. These were his lands now and there was no way Gabriel and his fellow Lykoi male would get out of here without losing a few drops of their delicious blood. Coyote jaws opened wide in open bloodlust, but they were two and Haku only hungered for Gabriel. The Dahlian secui charged right at the unnamed coyote – though he was certain that he had seen the red eyed bastard before – and the moment before impact his body coiled and almost his full weight was used to toss his heavy body at the coyote’s face in a burning wish to shatter the bastard’s teeth with the hard impact of hard packed muscled shoulders. His face and neck temporarily coiled as he did this and blue eyes followed the swift golden and black form of the doggish hybrid that thought he was a coyote. Limbs shifted as he immediately tried to reach Gabriel with both claws and fangs, refusing to let the amber eyed man get on his back. Blood seemed to have entered the air already, though he did not waste time to wonder if it was his.

Minos Lierrah · 01-10-2010, 09:36 AM

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Libri said I could play too :3
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Ears took in the call, and paws took to flight. He knew the voice the urged him on and understood the message that was spoke upon the wind. The alpha had rang, and before his voice broke his servant would obey. Anger rolled through the clouds, sounding the alarm and making Minos’ fur rise along his narrow spine. The solder patrolled the border, his mind set for war. The cause rang through his bones, diligent in his simple way. But now the battle was raging and a command had been given and Minos would do nothing but follow.

The white beast’s lean form traveled lightly over the snow covered ground, pushing himself faster and faster the heavier his alpha’s scent became. Yellow eye searched until the sight of him filled their view and the scent of coyotes, and blood dominated his mind. Neither submissive greetings, eager whines nor bowing heads came to him, and the wolf allowed other instincts to wash over his mind. His leader had fallen upon two of those that did not belong. Two who held the scent that meant nothing more to their kind other then seek and destroy.

Minos slowed, though his intensity did not decrease. Their alpha reached for one, and so the wolf hunted the other. Teeth gleamed, revealed by lips that so naturally wished to hide his threat. Rumbling growl forced its way through his narrow throat as the white beast took to the other coyote with a sudden speed and fury. Teeth aimed for limbs, yearning to graze any portion and pressure the creature enough to give up the cause. But Minos would never truly understand how the war had come to be, who had started it all and what creatures had been hurt in the process. But reasons mattered not, and the wolf would fight with the game bloodlust and rage as any other, simply because he had been told.

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Samael Lykoi · 01-15-2010, 04:36 AM

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i give up on susuwrimo. |:

Rage. Burning, beautiful, searing, agonizing rage. Twisting, tearing, terrifying flames of a devastating fire that would surely destroy everything in its path. Samael Lykoi lunged for the male, baring his teeth without any fear of death. Death was an illusion. Death did not faze him. Death could wait until he was ready to met the ethereal angel cloaked in all black on his own terms. Samael Lykoi was a fucking god, and nothing could touch him. He was all dark elegance and perfection in a sleek body the shade of the deepest night, broken only by twin droplets of blood and hellfire. Haku Soul was a worthless, writhing worm to be squashed and devoured before his feet. He had taken his mother, and now he would die. He faced the wrath of heaven and hell, and none could save his soul now. His body slammed into Samael, who jerked aside at the last second, saving his face from meeting the beast’s torso. Contact had been made, and his claws dug deep into the soil, digging trenches through the frozen, snow-strewn loam to keep his body from colliding unceremoniously with the ground.

Fangs flashed in the darkness, expressing rage and adoration for the pain that shocked like lightning through his body. This pain would be inflicted in return by tenfold, and so Samael did not mind the most miniscule of strikes here and there when he knew revenge would be in short order. Defeat was not an option for himself. Death lay in imminent waiting for the blue-eyed bastard that’d dared even think of touching her. The creature’s attention had shifted, turning on Gabriel and disregarding the hellish prince. Yet before he could make his presence known, ensuring the fool did not turn his back on him, another of snow-hued pelt appeared, turning on Samael without any acknowledgement. Blood-red eyes blazing against his shadow-soaked pelt, the coyote turned on the wolf, taking blows without concern as he aimed straight for his face and neck.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-15-2010, 12:31 PM

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lol @ sam's avatar. Word Count: 300

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They rushed together like two angry oceans, and Samael was the first to be struck. Haku had seen the attack coming and met it head on, something Gabriel expected. Samael was smaller, and shoved aside by the hulking monster that called itself a wolf. Yellowing teeth and blackened claws reached for Gabriel, whose speed was his advantage. Haku would have weight on him in the Secui form, and Gabriel knew this—but he would not risk an extended battle with the beast since it was apparent they would not be alone. A flash of white was only a momentary thought, a flash that rushed towards his black furred brother and sought his blood. Gabriel did not care what happened to the younger Lykoi, as long as his purpose was met. Samael could die here as long as the bastard died.

As Haku turned on him, Gabriel did not have the option of reaching his back. There was no doubt that Haku would not allow this to happen, and knowing it, Gabriel rushed forward with a feral snarl, using his momentum to leap at the larger wolf. There was a small chance his weight and speed would knock the bastard over, and if not his teeth were ready to strike at the throat, at the shoulder, at the face. Whatever Haku gave him he would take, and Gabriel intended to take everything. It would be a glorious display, having the bastard chocolate wolf mounted on a pike, and this was exactly what Gabriel intended to do. After, of course, he burnt Dahlia de Mai to the ground—whatever it took to ensure they understood Inferni was not to be considered anything less then terrible, and to remind them the coyotes were to be feared and left alone; lest hell reign down.

Haku Soul · 01-22-2010, 07:59 AM

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Sorry for fail D:

He could smell blood and vaguely wondered if it was his. There was a dull, insignificant ache after the impact with the shadow furred Inferni member, but all the blue eyed King could see was the doggish de le Poer. As the clan leader rushed forward with a feral snarl and furious teeth, Haku could not keep that maddening smile at bay. Adrenaline spiked blood throbbed through his body and filled him up with black. Too often the chocolate leader was dead within – this was such a drastic change that his blood basically boiled with the thick electric current. He met the doggish bastard head on – pushing against the hybrid with his oversized secui body and eagerly snapping after Gabriel’s face, determined to finally leave a mark on the Aquila. Tears flashed at him in return and he felt something wet on the side of his and his cheek, though his nerves refused to clarify whether or not Gabe had ripped into his face. It mattered little if the vessel was maimed, for this was the point. He would be reborn in black and red. He had no longer use for beautiful chocolate accompanied by astonishing blue.

Minos Lierrah · 01-23-2010, 10:27 AM

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The large brown male fought another and Minos wished to will the other creature from his body and onto his own. This distraction worked and the stranger turned to face him. The dark creature filled his view, the blazing eyes of a bright ruby flashing against the black. Minos did not shrink, he did not crumble to the form that was he was recognized as. No, the male stood and moved forward. it was not Minos, not the omega that he had approached his alpha as. The was for the pack, for their defense and such a thing had been pledged by the follower. He had been made strong, the virus running through his veins, even if he couldn't understand it. But the leader had done that for him, filled him with pain and unknowing so that he could be better then when he first came to him, belly exposed and pleading for either acceptance or death.

Bodies clashed, the teeth of the coyote falling against his shoulder as he turned and hoped to place his own on the male's neck. as any predictor may wish, he wanted to kill to be clean, effortless. Minos did not wish to battle, challenge and face one he was rightfully matched. He only wanted the death of the coyote, sought a single and swift demise of the creature that had crossed the path of her leader. Back legs propelled, pushing to send the white beast above the clouded creature. Yellow eyes wide with a new found aggression and absent of fright.

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Conor Soul · 01-24-2010, 08:47 AM

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The scene he was met with sent adrenaline circulating through his system. He had never had to throw his young body into battle before. The young Soul wolf had come to Dahlia’s aid and now stormed towards the four battling canines. Although his eyes had never been set on Gabriel de le Poer before, the Aquila was recognized instantly. It was the doggish form that the golden male rushed for. Despite hard feelings, Conor was loyal to Dahlia de Mai and therefore he had to attempt to defend his Rosen no matter personal feelings. There was darkness in Dahlia after Haku had risen to take the throne, but the young son of the King did not know of the extent of his father’s crimes. Although Haku was a monster it was still believed that he did what was best for Dahlia. Conor did not know why the clan suddenly had attacked, so there was no hesitation flawing his moved as he moved in on Gabriel and attempted to get on the opposite side of Haku so that the Inferni hybrid would be unable to protect both ends without suffering damage. The young male did not come sneaking up, however, for he did not wish to see this blood shed. A series of warning barks erupted from his throat as he closed in and granted the enemy hybrid a warning before the Dahlian’s young fangs were to snap after him.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 02-25-2010, 12:43 PM

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A flurry of razor sharp teeth came up at him, and Gabriel felt the man strike his face. It was skin deep, but a jolt of unwelcomed pain shot up his skull. He heard, distantly, the sound of combat. Samael had engaged with another wolf, but his priority was with Haku and Haku alone. That was until a sharp noise rushed into his ear. Gabriel almost instantly registered the warning in those calls, and disconnected from Haku in one motion. An orange wolf came after him, and Gabriel snapped at him in once. It was then that he realized they were fighting a losing battle—Haku’s call for assistance had not been unheard or ignored.

Knowing this, the Aquila let out his own loud cry, a deep bark that called retreat. He turned then, and fled north. Whether or not Samael realized they were going to die was something he had not considered. Haku was at his heels but the demon slowed once Gabriel broke the Dahlian borders. He ran only for a few more long, drawn out minutes before slowing. Blood dripped from his body and face, and he hurt all over. More then this, the sting of failure was deep sinking and terrible. As the doggish hybrid made his way back towards Inferni, a black coyote came up to him. Samael had been injured as well, and the same resentment clung to his being. Without a word, Gabriel continued on his way.

War was upon them.

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