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Sorry 'bout the hold out. My reply sucks, but i hope you get the gist of what's going on @_@ Btw, Key is generally making no sense. He's lost it and his thought process is messed up >.<
Key’s joy was short lived, for the party pooper, well, pooped… Liev had finally decided to pointlessly intervene. From the way the light male was conducting himself it seemed that he was merely attempting to put a stop to the fun, not taking sides. But that was wrong… Live is pack, why is he not siding with me? That TRAITOR!
Stepping back from the lighter male, he pulled back his lips and let out a frustrated growl, his eyes glaring at the traitor. Past Live he could see his prey, still alive, still breathing. Frustration and anger raged within him; his own pack mate had stopped him from killing that bastard. That was unacceptable, simply unacceptable.
His lips pulled back once again to display his teeth, this time he noticed the sharp pain in his jaw; he’d been cut. His brows drew together in irritation, the cut upon his jaw itched as blood seeped out of it, soaking the surrounding fur. Although the wound was shall, it continued to steadily bleed out, small droplets of blood formed and few silently into the snow. Fascinated, he allowed himself to be temporarily distracted as he watched one of the droplets fall and taint the white snow red.
Staring at the blood, a memory flicked through his head. Jay covered in blood, the young him reaching down to his father’s dead body… His eyes snapped up, fixating themselves upon the tan male. Pain emerged and spread within his chest, the memory inflicting more damage then his two opponents. Quickly, he locked his memories deep within himself, concentrating at the task at hand; killing J’Adore. Once the ground was soaked in his blood everything would be better, everything would be right. Yes, he had to die…
A snarl built it’s way up and was followed up by a low, constant growl. Both of them were unforgivable; a traitor and a bastard who had to die.
“Those who intervene deserve to die.
Those who get in my way deserve to die.
Those who steal from me deserve to die.
Both of you, would you kindly die?”
His head cocked to the side, a gentle smile which did not reach his eyes fixed itself upon his face. Yes, they had to die then everything would be better. Slowly, he licked his lips, his eyes remaining fixed upon his prey.
Decisions made, he now had to act. He released the sheath; the black cover falling and colliding into his side, swaying until it fell still; good thing he had decided to attach the sheath with string, for it was coming in handy now he mentally noted. Maybe once he was finished here, he could go find a more permanent way to tie the sheath to him then string.
Within his other hand was his Katana, fitting smugly within his grip. Looking upon his weapon he considered why he had missed J’Adore the first time. Arrogantly, he had assumed that he would be able to apply his skills with a pocket knife to the larger weapons, but clearly he had been wrong.
Before he could begin his second assault he felt something touch his stomach. Relying more on reflex and luck, rather then skill, he pushed back to lessen the impact of the blow and rolled to the side. Quickly he found his feet, but his hand was empty. He’d dropped the Katana.
“Shit” He stared longingly at the blade, but then charged at J’Adore barehanded. Live was behind him and now was the perfect chance to go for the Tan male without interference. Clenching his hands into fist he prepared himself as he closed in on the male.
Once within striking range, he feinted a punch to the face, whilst he simultaneously swept the tan males legs from underneath him. Delight struck him as he watched the male fall backwards; dropping his weapons aswell.
J’Adore was on the ground and he was on him in no time; pinning the male down with his own body weight. Brining his face close to the tan, he lowered his voice. “Though it’s about time me and you got up close and personal, hmmm?” and with that his hands wrapped themselves around the tan male’s throat.
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