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and every demon wants his pound of flesh



He wasn’t really sure what had brought him back south, especially after he thought he’d partially recovered from the darkness that’d lain so heavily on him in the wake of grief. But no one recovered from something like that, from all the things he’d done, and so Levent didn’t fight the urge as strongly as he could have.

The man stepped quietly through the high weeds and tobacco plants, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of flora and fauna and the smell of the borders beyond, where the plants were better cultivated. He was close. He didn’t quite know his reasons, only the pull that brought him here, but he was able to justify the urge. After all, the pretty Vináttan she-wolf had invited him to trade again (perhaps thinking she’d come out on top), and most of his things had been doled out to his pack mates. He thought mostly of the drugs stashed in with everything else, and the heavy livestock book, as well as some trinkets the woman would probably appreciate. His mind stayed carefully away from the image of the toys he’d searched for in another life.

Levent yelped quietly, distracted by his thoughts, as he smashed into something solid hidden by the overgrowth. He pushed the weeds away to see a tombstone, the inscription weathered away by decades of wind and rain. He could see the outlines of similar ones dotted throughout the fertile fields, and allowed himself a grim sort of smile.

The brown wolf stopped after coming even closer to the scent markers, his dark ears pressed down into his dark mane. He scratched awkwardly at the mostly-healed scabs on his ribcage and on his arm, and knew that Wilson would disapprove of this. Luckily, the tom was not here to berate him, instead on lookout with the horses, though he wouldn’t guard them as well as the snappy mare herself could.

He frowned and crouched, thinking idly about how far gone he was, and what the best paths would be in order to steal his goods from his former home.


Set in Flanders Fields, very close to the border. :)


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Leviothan Moonbreaker
Who's afraid of the big, bad Coywolf? Don't mess with those I love!


Leviothan quitely shifted in his spot near the border. He wasn't supposed to meet anyone out here today. Or at least that's what he'd been told. For the past several days, every chance he'd gotten when he wasn't out exploring or searching lands he'd never been in, Leviothan had come out to the borders to anxiously patrol them. Several times he caught sight of the other wolf that constantly patrolled, the one who seemed always to have a slight attitude about him, but never once did he go to meet him.



For a long moment, he stared up at the sky before another scent caught his senses. He stood then, slowly coming to the clawed paws of his secui form. As per usual, Leviothan enjoyed this form more then all others. It was comfortable and held more power then the others, even if Optime was the one he did his most work with.


Copper toned fur glinted in the light of the early morning sun, rippling like fire that elluded a soft, floral scent, as if he'd been rolling and playing in flowers for the past few hours. He began moving almost immediately, the rucksack tied to his back slightly jingling with its contents. Very quickly, he made his way past a few trees, through a thicket of bushes and finally out into the open where he caught sight of an unfamiliar wolf. For a moment, he stayed where he was, hidden between brush and tree but the other wolf was entirely too close to the borders for his liking.



Far too close to the pack which Leviothan had made his own. Before he could stop it, a growl slipped through the tip of his muzzle, the already taut, threatening looking form uncoordinately tensed and coiled. His ears went straight back to his skull and his tail bushed up, lowered straight at the ground. Not between his legs.


That growl quickly turned into a snarl as Leviothan stepped free of the thick tree and bushes to come into plain sight of the brown wolf. "Why are you so close to the borders?" came the sound of words between Levi's muzzle. Despite his question, he didn't seem very tolerant of the idea of a foreign wolf who had just managed to come close to the borders. The other wolf was crouched, far close to the ground. Now could be Leviothan's chance at taking him down if there was any. The uncontrollable anger that rushed through Leviothan was invigorating. Much like it was when he hunted. He enjoyed it so very much.
"The Strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the Strength of the Wolf is the Pack" - Rudyard Kipling

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It would be next to impossible to make a straight shot for the village, Levent knew. He would be easily spotted by someone who recognized him, no matter if he knew good trails to lead him to the back of his hut. As he sat near the borders, the plan became stupider and stupider, but he knew from here he might be able to see who was patrolling the area; much rode on actually getting into the territory, perhaps after he’d disguised himself slightly. He had such a unique presentation that it wouldn’t be hard; remove his headband, darken his fur, take a different form, walk less like a slouching teenager, and trim the accent and foreign phrases from his voice. If someone didn’t know him, he could fake being a new member; he knew enough about the culture and ranks to cultivate an identity.

He wondered if he could just send Wilson in, instead; only a few canines would recognize the cat among the several that Esther kept, and he’d be able to climb in a window and take at least the light goods. The only problem was that Wilson wouldn’t approve of stealing from their own home, no matter who the junk had once belonged to.

In that case, better for me to take what I can and run, Levent decided, frowning before growing tense at a sudden growl.

The Turkish wolf cursed himself for not noticing the bright copper Secui, but the pack scent on the borders had covered over whatever personal scents the coywolf might have. He remained silent, allowing his cream brows to lift slightly, as the d’Artisan prowled forward, all puffed up and growling and demanding to know what he was doing.

“Nice plants,” Levent explained innocently, smiling and gesturing to the tobacco that covered most of the former cemetery. He let his natural accent deepen, marring his words, removing the conditioning his mother had put him through to sound more English. “I wanted, good for ah—sigara,” he faux-fumbled. “Best is close, üzgünüm; not wanted to cross the borders, bayım homurdanan kimse.” At this, he couldn’t help but break into a smile that carried shades of far less than innocence.


If Levi stays suspicious and presses him, then Levent will probably throw off the act. ^^ Otherwise if he's just mad enough to try to drive him off anyway, that works too. x3 It just makes sense for Levent to try to save himself first.


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Leviothan didn't understand a word that the other wolf spoke, only what was said about the plants being nice. But that was no reason for the wolf to be so close to the borders, no matter how much he wanted to sniff at the plants. He growled again before moving closer, his tail stiff and taunt. Should the Turkish wolf had made one mistake, Leviothan would have been sure to pounce, even with the friendly smile he'd been gifted. With his ears curled at the sides of his skull, the fiery furred Leviothan slowly stepped closer. The fact that he was extremely ticked was no secret. It was written all over his features, from the bristled tail to his eyes which had narrowed considerably in just moments. Even with the announcement that he didn't want to cross the borders, Leviothan wasn't taking any chances.

"You're lying!" he immediately accused, out of sheer instinct. Who would come so close to the borders despite the knowledge that to do so would endanger their lives? And just for the tobacco plants that covered the ground nearby. Leviothan stalked around the Turkish wolf, the accent drifting at his ears that had somewhat drawn forward and at attention, as if searching eagerly for any and all signs of aggression toward him. Leviothan drew even closer when he spotted that it was a grave that the Turkish wolf was near. Worst thoughts came to mind, Eclipse's children.. They were buried in graves similar. Was the other wolf thinking about digging up the graves? To rid them of the bodies that lay at eternal rest beneath?

Just the thought made Leviothan writhe in unbridled anger. The children, the pups.. they were valuable to the pack and the thought of another wolf trying to defile the graves sent him moving toward the Turkish wolf. In either a move of dashing braveness, or perhaps even stupidity, the secui Leviothan surged forward to nip painfully at the wolf's tail. "Answer me! You're not here for the tobacco, are you? You're here to mess with that grave!" The smile he'd been given before had given him the clue that the man was lying about the tobacco to begin with and now that he took note of the grave in all its essence, the mere moments it took to do something about it seemed to take even less time then it did to walk circles about the creamy brow wolf that stood there, tensed... somewhat calmed.

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The copper hybrid was all stupid bristling and growling, a callback to the days when their ancestors used this thoughtless posturing and shows of strength all the time. Wolves these days tended to be less xenophobic and more intelligent, as was seen by the packs they cultivated where mere family dens once dotted the landscape. Levent preferred this and a bit of physical weakness than strength and stupidity, of course, and he quietly allowed himself to feel superior to this new d’Artisan. What skills had he to contribute to the pack other than the hulking vigilance of a mobile gargoyle?

The border guard accused him of dishonesty, and Levent simpered nervously, letting his cream fingers fidget in the grass. He did his best to make himself less of a target, hoping that his simplistic expression might convince the flame-colored wolf that he wasn’t even intelligent enough to lie. That was what Levent relied on, anyway, every time he adopted the act of a clueless foreigner.

But apparently the stranger sensed some threat, because he lunged forward suddenly and clipped his teeth on the end of the Turk’s tail. Levent jumped and scrambled back, bumping his elbow painfully against the tombstone. It took an effort to keep his muzzle smooth, even though he wanted to snarl. Did this fool always jump in to escalate the situation?

“No mess!” Levent cried loudly. Bir insan mezar, no wolf, no mess!” He continued to make this sort of racket, as if terrified and desperate, but in as quick a motion he could manage he reached back for his throwing knives in his pouch and hurled one at the wolf’s face. It wasn’t the most accurate of projectiles, but it was better than nothing, and Levent jumped to his feet and scrambled backwards, claws unsheathed.

“You’d do well to go back and get the rest of your artsy pack mates,” the brown wolf growled in only faintly accented English, eyes pale and cold as ice. “Or at least think before you act, you idiotic brute.”



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He'd figured his aggressive front might have scared the Turkish wolf but he was far from being right. As he rounded the wolf, he could feel the other wolf's tension grow with each passing moment. Between the growls, the bristling fur, Leviothan had carefully lessened the distance between the two so that he had the advantage if a fight broke out. He'd never fought before but that was something the other wolf knew nothing of. A snarl, broken and guttural, left through his maw as he clipped his teeth at the Turkish wolf's tail, watching him scramble back.


He watched as the man bumped his elbow against the tombstone and that was enough to fetch a laugh from the secui Leviothan. How could this other wolf possibly think he was better then him? How could he think Leviothan helpless after that? Leviothan was superior in this. He had to be for his pack's sake. He didn't know this man from Adam, though he had indeed come too close to the borders for his liking and the way he handled himself gave him all he needed to know.


Leviothan heard his words, 'No mess!' and the other language he couldn't possibly understand. He thought about the second phrase, the no wolf, no mess. Was the other wolf threatening to kill him and hide the corpse? That was enough for Leviothan to strike out.


He hadn't expected the other wolf to strike out at him, whether through fear or desperate anger, but the next thing he knew a searing pain broke out along the right side of his face as a blade struck out at him just as his claws slashed out toward Levent's side. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes, to bring that wild anger and passion to the surface. Ignoring the blood that spilled down his cheek, even knowing that he'd been pushed back with the throwing knife Levent had branded into his cheek, Leviothan rushed the other wolf while he attempted to rise up.



A vicious bark breaking his maw, the flesh along his nose rising in steadfast wrinkles, pulling his lips over the longer fangs that now allowed spittle to fly free.



His paws snapped out before him as his back legs sprang him from the ground in a pounce toward the other wolf. If he could take him down, he could force all his aggression right into the other wolf. Make him back off rather then draw this fight on further. He wouldn't kill another wolf, couldn't. But he could make sure they didn't come back unless invited. And the words that had been said against his pride was too much and the fact that this other wolf thought so little of him seemed to elicit a growl of anger. If he hadn't wanted to kill him before, he definitely did now. "I will not involve the others in something I can handle myself!"

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Levent had been in his fair share of fights, but he couldn’t quite say that he’d outright won any of them. He’d been able to defend himself from thieves on the roads in Europe, generally scattering them with a few thrown knives and a good taste in burly boyfriends or scary girlfriends, but that was probably the height of his success. When he was nothing more than a scrawny boy in London, however, he’d been bullied and beaten bloody on a regular basis. Something about being best friends with a cat made the brutes target him, of course, and he’d often come home with a black eye or bloodied nose (and often far worse than that). His mother had been able to put a stop to the beatings with her connections, but that was only after a long stretch of silence from the boy as he mulled over his hurts and sometimes, always privately, cried into Wilson’s fur when the young tomcat was sleeping.

And so he was no stranger to this; the only difference was that his assailant was in a four-legged form. The lunging and snarling was the same, the laughter was the same, and Levent could feel an old anger rise within him. The only difference, now, was that he’d destroyed the barriers between himself and violence. What he’d done to that girl in Halifax had broken that something within him, and so he wasn’t going to take this sitting down.

Secui claws ripped into his side, reopening the wounds on his ribcage as the brown wolf snarled in pain. His blue eyes were cold, and he shifted backward again, reaching out with his hands as the Secui brute lunged right for him, pouncing. He ignored the words, instead lashing out to grab at the coywolf’s head. If he was successful, he might be able to get enough of a grip to send him slamming into the tombstone; otherwise, he’d simply do his best to keep the copper canine’s jaws away from him and deal some damage with his own natural weapons.

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His anger only escalated after the knife had struck him in the face. But now that the other wolf shifted back to reach out for Leviothan's head, the secui had no other choice but to allow him to do such. With a growl he was slammed toward the tombstone, the fresh blood from Levent's side covering his claws. For a moment, the thudding pain that erupted behind his gaze was intense, dazing but he quickly shook it off, coming to stand upon his feet. The initial pain from such a thing was startling to say the least and now that he had indeed been pained, he realized he'd have to be much more careful. He moved toward Levent now, his gaze resembling that of a crackling fire, the oranges and reds illuminating a fierce anger.


Just when he sensed that it was the right time, he charged toward the wolf, launching himself off of his hind legs again so that he could try and take the other wolf down. He wasn't sure if he was older or not, but the way he'd dealt with his last attack showed him that he was more seasoned if not better at this then he was considering this was his first real fight or battle. Mid flight, his body seemed to begin changing with a fierce, painful looking shift from Secui to Optime, his arms and legs growing longer, his main reaching for the middle of his back in a perfect, kept triangle, the scar on his snout remaining very much the same.



He knew nothing about the other wolf, but his sudden change may very well surprise the other wolf so that when he reaches his target, all of his weight could be used in a direct upward tackle, his shoulders aimed to slam right into the Turkish wolf's rib cage. He was already injured there. If Leviothan was able, he could knock the wolf's air right from his lungs, bruise a rib.. anything that could give him the upper hand in this battle. His claws moved to grab at both of the other wolf's side in the same instant, to hold onto him even if they both went down to the ground. Either way, he knew that he had to win this for both the sake of the pack and his pride.. he'd already started, already given up the taunt that Levent wasn't worth his other packmate's involvement and now all that he needed to do was convince himself that he could win this if only he kept this up a bit longer.


If.. and when they landed upon the ground, Leviothan's knee would have rammed toward Levent's loins. A dirty move, yes.. but one he could potentially be proud of if it worked.
OOC: Yeah... Sorry about that. I didn't realize that Levent had scabbing there. WC:

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-- Oh, it's okay; I don't think I outright explained his pre-existing wounds and I don't mind the extra hurt at all. ;D Also, according to the Rp Guide, shifting doesn't happen instantaneously. At the shortest it'd take a full minute or two (if Levi is really experienced with it; otherwise it could take much longer, even ten minutes or so) since it's from Secui to Optime. It also takes a bit of energy. I went ahead and worked around this in my post, though, saying that he was slowly shifting as they were fighting; PM me if you want to change that. ^^;;


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The brute’s head in his claws, Levent managed to slam him into the tombstone and hope that would give him a bit of time as he recovered. He scrambled backwards again, lips wrinkled back, but didn’t bother to snarl; it was an empty show of anger at this point, and while growing crueler and crueler he wasn’t a barbarian to fling spittle and gnash his teeth. He should have probably fallen back upon the hybrid as he reeled from the pain, but he wanted to keep distance between them, maybe get a chance to throw another one of his knives.

He was also wary about being the one to move first, and so there was an uncomfortable period as the d’Artisan recovered then threw himself at him again. However, as he leaped, there seemed to be something off about him—and the body that flung up into his abdomen was a bit larger than the body that had been running on all fours. Levent yelped as the male crashed into his ribcage, a searing pain wrapping around his chest. A dexterous paw grappled for him, toes elongating all the while, and Lev realized belatedly that his opponent was shifting—something he didn’t think he could do in such an intense situation without fainting.

His back hit the ground, knocking the breath from him the second time, and as it was he didn’t have the air to yowl when the leg crashed up into his groin. He reflexively grabbed at the reddish man’s shoulders, digging his claws in the best he could, trying to deal damage or wrestle him off though the pain had incapacitated him briefly. Teeth flashed to defend his face and throat in case the man wanted to snap at them.

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OOC: Yeah. I messed up on that. I totally apologize and it works out. :) Form: Shifting from Secui to Optime WC: 329 (Bad post!)

Slowly shifting, Leviothan had only managed to gain his legs back to the full Optime form by the time he'd landed upon Levent. He could tell the air had been knocked from his lungs once again and because of that, his shoulders were still changing during the time that he'd hit Levent. He was young, had less experience in shifting then older wolves, yet he'd spent most of his time shifting between the three forms as much as possible so that he could do so at a faster pace. Still, it was a long process which hadn't completed itself by the time Levent's paw curled at his shoulders, digging into the flesh, searing against the pain that had already grown from his brash decision to change in the middle of the fight.

How could he have been so stupid? Regardless, Leviothan didn't go for Levent's throat. With a knee between Levent's legs, his other beside Levent's leg. His claws bore into the ground as the heat from his change burned through his muscles, through his body. Yet now all Leviothan did was snarl at Levent as he slowly completed the change. Without the breath in Levent's lungs, it gave Leviothan a chance to catch his breath which wheezed from his lungs, that allowed his shift to be possible and just as the pain in his shoulders grew, he attempted to slide his arms beneath Levent's to push against the accent-bound wolf's shoulders to shove him farther against the ground, to make his position known. To declare his dominance.

"Leave!" His lips curled over his teeth, his voice just above a shout. Just to enforce his words, he snapped his canines at Levent's nose, purposely missing by an inch or so. Still, he didn't go against his mother's teachings. Do not kill another of your kind without good purpose and just because his face had been cut open with Levent's blade, didn't mean that he needed to kill the wolf.
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