03-22-2012, 05:39 PM
This post contains graphic violence as well as mild suggestive material. For our more sensitive readers a brief summary of this chapter will be placed at the heading of the next post.
Amy stood in the house, bored by the frantic scramblings of the family inside. A half grown pup stood tall in his new optime form, glaring at the destructive force moving through his family. He was ignored entirely by her, attention focused instead on the aging male that knelt before her, hands shaking as he pulled out a box. He moved with great respect for what he was holding, before Amy lost patience. Stepping forward she lopped off his head. Members screamed, a mother leaping towards her in attack.
Confident that the female would be taken care of Amy opened the box. A sigh of pleasure slid through her at the sight of what was inside. A beautiful script laid inside, containing a human spell about bringing the dead back to life. While Amy wasn't superstitious, such a find was rare, the paper inked and illustrated. It would fetch a surprisingly high price. Happily she lifted it out, pleased with her prize. "I believe we're done here."
Shadow moved quickly behind the woman who went to attack and in a hushed voice only the woman could hear he spoke." Honor in life and death, your bravery is commendable." His hand went out grabbed her by the back of her scruff and he pulled her to him and once she was close he took his right hand and chopped hard into the back of her neck and she went limp and he tossed her into another member of the family and without saying anything more he heard Amy's voice and nodded as he followed after her.
He heard movement and he stopped as he looked over his shoulder with a gave of ice and death toward another member of the family who had a small knife and he held it raised. The look alone stopped the wolf and he dropped it as she nodded and looked forward and left with Amy. It was not Shadows business to ask what that was all about but her taking of the head of the old man when he was complying bothered him. A mission that demanded a life was easy to follow but if life didn't need to be taken then why not use discretion. He waited until they were farther away and then he spoke lightly. " Was he late in payment? Is that why you took his head?" Shadow looked to her and watched her closely as if she could turn on him in any moment.
Amy strolled out of the house, the air of being untouchable strong around her. Canines that stood in the street scattered as she stepped out, a fearsome sight to behold. Blood had splattered onto her clothes, and while she had cleaned her sword and put it away the prideful attitude she had as she walked forced others to submit, their instincts refusing to allow them to stand against someone their instincts registered as alpha.
Her ears flicked with some interest as Shadow spoke. She was still a little uneasy with him, knowing that he wanted something but not mentioning what it was. His question was straight forward, and Amy felt she needed to comply. "No. I have hunted for this item for a long time. I finally traced it to this family, and made them a highly generous offer for it. They refused though. Said that the spell didn't belong in the hands of the corrupt."
Amy laughed, eyes hard and cold. "No one denies me. I'm the one to decide what's right and what's wrong in this world." Amy looked over to Shadow, a small flicker of a frightened young girl in her eyes before it was swallowed by the darkness that Amy had embraced to avoid being destroyed.
Shadow watched her closely and when she looked back at him it was there, what he had been searching for and what could lead to Amy's life or death. Shadow saw the fear, he saw the girl from so long ago, and it was up to him to reach it and try and release the good that was in her. He nodded and spoke lightly getting to the point and playing the part of the strong right hand. " Understood, they asked for death in there hesitation. I would have done the same." He walked closely behind her and he saw the look in the eyes of everyone who they passed. She had become a monster, a demon much like himself, however where he could see reason and know when to and when not to take a life, she was driven by a need to take any life that got in her way, wither it submit or not.
How would he reach her? when they were alone and far from the house he would try to bring up old memories and see if there was hope within her. He hoped there was enough good left in her that would be able to remember the little amount of fun they had, he remembered when he managed to slip away and see Amy in the forest. It was like they were Romeo and Juliet only this story was far darker and either of them could be killed off in an instant.
Amy snorted, hearing the emotionless tone. He was hiding something. Shadowfang probably didn't care for her methods. Not that she cared what he thought. As long as he protected her and didn't interfere with what she wanted he could think whatever he wished. It would be a shame if she was forced to fight him, push him down and kill him. He was proving useful, if not for that annoying debt over her. If she wasn't bound to keep her oaths so that her business could flourish she wouldn't be in this situation.
Reaching the place she'd rented out Amy entered. The family had been displaced to satisfy Amy's tastes, but had been compensated with a fresh slave, broken as a guide and guardian for young females, protecting their virginity until they reached a suitable age. Walking throuh Amy reached where her treasures were kept. Entering she carefully deposited the script, making sure it didn't break. Coming back out she began to strip off her clothes, heading for the hot bath that would be waiting for her.
Shadow followed behind but when into another part of the building knowing that she never liked him to see any of her treasures. He waited until he heard her footsteps go to a separate part of the building and he followed as he came to a door. He pushed lightly on it and spoke as he did so. " Amy was there anything you needed before I got comfortable......" His eyes went wide for a second as he looked to a now naked wolf in the water and for once in his entire life he was at a loss for words. His hand stayed on the door and rather than back up like he should have he just stood there like an idiot. He looked her over without realizing it and then he waited for the verbal and physical lashing that would follow his actions.
Sinking into the hot water Amy sighed with pleasure. This felt so nice, soothing her. The blood stains on her clothes were probably being washed out right now, letting her stay where she was without worry. Lifting her hand up Amy pulled out the elastic that kept her hair up out of the way, letting the water pull it to drift around her form. Slowly she began to wash her body, massaging each part as she removed the dirt and grime of the day from it.
A voice brought her attention, and Amy glanced up to find Shadowfang standing in the doorway, staring at her. Even worse, he was looking over her body. Furious that he would intrude in such a way Amy stood up, revealing the full extent of her curves. Dripping wet Amy climbed out, marching over to where the assassin stood. "What do you think you're doing? I'm not some slut for you to buy for your pleasure. If I wanted you to see this I would have let you know. Out! Now!"
He averted his eyes immediately after she had stood and then when she walked over to him and yelled for him to leave he said nothing for now wasn't the time and he turned away from her and made his way round a corner. He found a place to rest and he sat there and leaned against a wall and closed his eyes trying his best to forget what he had seen and also remembering why he had gone in there in the first place knowing that she would want an explanation to why he was looking at her. He sighed and kept his eyes closed as he listened to the area around him and he put his senses on full alert, now would be the time for her to attack him and he would be ready for it, and he couldn't blame her. Shadow saw in his mind his head being removed and he actually smiled and thought it silly because a part of him still saw the little pup she was but yet the other part saw the monster she had become. Monster or not however, she was a beauty and he needed to not slip up like that again.
Amy watched his eyes avert, pleased that he was so obedient. Seeing her naked was a reward, usually only given to those who she thought highly enough of to take as her lover. Shadowfang was definitely not ranked there. He probably wouldn't be, not unless he proved himself of worth, able to stand equal with her and face her head on. For now, the image of the black wolf as a slave remained.
She finished her bath, the relaxation now ruined, making her movements swifter, rougher. Stepping out she carefully began to dry her body, brushing her fur and pulling her mane back into a ponytail. With that done she dressed in a belly shirt, generously dipped down to show off her breasts, and an elegantly cut pair of jeans. Her weapons were reattached, and she moved back down to find Shadowfang.
Standing before what appeared to be a sleeping figure Amy growled. "You don't think I'm so foolish to attack someone who's ready for it, do you?" Did he really think she would be so easy, falling for the same trick as the assassins she'd watched him kill had? Well, that was beside the point now. "Walk with me." Amy wanted some fresh air now, and thought that heading out to go through the forest would be nice.
"As you wish." He said with his eyes closed and he stood and then opened them and waited for her to take the lead before he followed. He expected nothing and everything from Amy. walk with me, that was an invitation to one of two things, a pleasant stroll in the woods or a attempted beating for seeing something he should not have seen. He remembered the good times and wanted more than anything to think of her as a friend who he was able to reunite with but given her training and what she was he would have to respect her and not underestimate her in the least. The thought of fighting her had never truly crossed his mind, the idea of it though was there and he wondered how such a battle would turn out. He saw fist thrown, blocked, kicks and faints all done with precision and elegance all mirroring and striking one another.
A fight like that would be a dance and if she thought how he did then in her mind she would see that she could never truly know Shadow unless she fought with him, in an all out battle. Being what he was the idea made him excited but he hid it well and remained a stone for that was one of the first lessons he learned and pain and pleasure and all things physical had to be hidden for a assassin to be truly great and powerful. He watched Amy as she walked in front of him and as he followed he waited wondering when it was she would strike or speak, or both.
Obediently Shadow rose up, following behind her. Amy was surprised he was so willing to follow her, knowing that it was likely she wanted to go somewhere discreet to punish him for what he had done. Entering the woods Amy walked through, noiseless, movements as graceful as if she was floating. Silence floated around them, animals sensing the deadly aura that never completely vanished from a killer.
Feeling that they had gone deep enough Amy whirled around. No indication was given of what she was planning. One moment she had been walking, body relaxed, taking in the filtered sunlight, the next she had a dagger in her hand, striking to drive it through Shadow's arm. It wasn't a killing blow, designed to maim rather than kill. Rapidly she kept moving. Even as her hand flew forward Amy's leg lifted, kicking towards his stomach.
He smiled and knew it was coming! He spun with her strike and dodged the blade easily and then one he was facing forward again his massive arms came together and caught her foot and without hesitation he spun her foot hard to send her spinning. After he did that he jumped back and took a fighting pose as he marveled in the thought of a fight. She had awoken his fighting spirit and now she would truly get to know him and who he was. Shadows father died to make him the best and he would prove it this day, right here, right now.
Her kick was caught, a push made to send her spinning. Amy whirled around once before being back in balance. Her attempt to catch him off guard had failed. The black assassin was ready for her now. Growling she drew her throwing knives, letting them pelt the forest as she struck for his black coat. This time she didn't bother avoiding killing blows, knowing that he would keep himself alive. That let herself simply concentrate on taking him down. Leaping after the blades Amy moved to run her sword through his stomach, features sharp with anger.
He saw the blades coming and he moved elegantly for a large brute and managed to dodge all but one. He hand went out and it appeared a blade hit it and as he cringed and brought his hand close to his chest to hold it a sword was coming for his gut. He watched it and waited for the last possible second before he used one of her own knives to push the sword aside and he kicked up at her hands to knock the sword from it and right after the kick he sent a open palm forward to strike her in the chest and push her back . And that attack was followed with him throwing one of her own blades at her and he aimed it for her leg and then once it left his hand he jumped back again and started to make a strategy and get some distance from her so that they would be on equal terms. His hands moved slowly as he moved like water and he waited for her next attack, and all the while his was was calm,cool and collected. This needed to happen and judging by the killing blows Amy was using she wasn't worried about him being able to defend himself. Words were not needed for there actions were speaking volumes of who they were and how they felt.
His hand was pierced by one of her throwing knives, a small bark of triumph slipping through her. To have one of the weapons she had just thrown turned against her though, blocking her strike, was angering. Shadowfang struck out with his palm to push her back, Amy twisting to the side so it barely struck the one arm. A small grunt escaped her as her body absorbed the force, twisting her body with the push befoe she was ready again. Amy noted to not use her throwing knives again as another one was grabbed and chucked for her leg.
Amy jumped back, landing on all fours. Her tail stood tall and firm behind her, an unwavering mark of dominance. Continuing this battle in optime form would be difficult for the secui fighter, but she knew how to battle and win in optime. Pushing herself up Amy dashed forward, using her smaller size to her advantage to rush him, moving in a hard to follow pattern. Coming from the side Amy moved to plunge her fist into his side, claws ready to tear out his innards. Everything was prepared to grab onto him and hold on for dear life.
He didn't move as he watched her charge and then he lifted his hand slowly, the very hand that had been struck by a knife and there was no mark and shadow gave a smirk as he went to all fours and pushed up as she went under him and with so much forward momentum she wouldn't be able to move easily. Once he was above her he Kicked as hard as he could aiming for her side of which was open. If he was correct then the shock of seeing that he wasn't wounded and the forward momentum would work against her and she wouldn't be able to dodge. By charging him she had opened herself up and he was smart enough to know that once she had her claws in him he would be done. He had to keep her at a distance so his masterful training of hand to hand combat could be used.
Amy's eyes widened as the lack of a wound was revealed. Her eyes saw red, and the chain she'd been keeping on her inner demon came undone. Shadow was battling darkness itself, the monster furious as he passed over her. A blow to the side sent her skidding a short distance. Gathering herself back up Amy stood, measuring him, watching for weaknesses in his form.
" Do you Intend to kill me Amy?" His voice came out cold and calculating, he saw the demon now and knew he wasn't fighting a friend but a cold blooded killer that would stop at nothing to take his head. With that realization he held fast and his body went into full out killing mode. Unless she heard his voice and said something to easy his thoughts then he would see her an an enemy that would be to be killed or at least knocked unconscious and tied up somewhere until she could calm down and collect herself. "Given what we are, we are supposed to fight without emotion because emotion clouds judgment and clouded judgment means death. So again I ask you. Do you intend to kill me...." He lowered his stance and his legs separated lightly as he brought one arm back and one forward taking a defensive fighting stance that would allow for quick response.
Amy studied the male wolf before her. He was powerful, muscles rippling, at the prime of his strength. Her body quivered, craving his flesh and his blood. There was a reason for this attack though. His words brought a growl from her. "My judgement's not clouded. I fight at my best, nothing more. I seek not your death, but your punishment." As he moved to a more defensive position Amy saw her chance, darting in to slash at him while he was between poses.
Damn...she was good, but he knew that before they had even started to fight. She was moving in fast to attack him while moving from one pose to the next and it was a perfect plan. He couldn't react fast enough and because of this he was left with only one option. It was sure to catch her off guard but it would mean giving up his distance fighting and moving to grapple. He didn't waist any time. He saw the pros and cons of his decision and he needed to act so he did. Rather than try and stop the attack or dodge it he moved closer and hugged her as he bit down into her neck and while he did that he wrapped his arms and legs around her and they fell to the ground and he growled lightly as he held her neck in his fangs.
He had tasted her blood and his move seemed like it had one him the fight but in moving forward her claws had cut deeper than they would have and his side was bleeding and while he had her she could also bite him or start to claw where she could reach. They were equal, one not willing to bow to the other and no one willing to lose a fight regardless of the situation. Fighting and training and death had been hard coded into both there bodies. From this moment on it would be like two demons were fighting. Scratching, biting, ripping and tearing was there style now and there were now animals, what happened next would fall under instinct and pure beastly rage.
Amy watched him move into her attack. Claws plunged into his side, digging in as tightly as she could. The veins throbbed in her grasp, feeling the lively muscle surrounding her hand. Fangs bit into her neck, sending shudders through her body. That hurt! He had tasted her blood, yet she had not yet managed to do the same to him. Angrily she twisted her head, tearing his teeth out as the wound stretched and tore, digging her own teeth into him.
As best as she could Amy moved to toss the wolf beneath her. She would pin him, dominate him, prove that she was better. Amy dragged her claws back out of his body, letting it drag along inside him, knowing how it would slice him open. Amy licked at the blood from his shoulder, enjoying the dark taste. Leverage pushed into his shoulder, and Amy waited to see if her force and speed could take him over.
He roared and his hands shot out and he took her hands in his and he forced them up using his strength to bend her to his will. He moved and used his legs to get on top and once there he growled low and tore his neck out of her mouth like she had done him and he snapped at her baring his teeth and looking her right in the eyes. He used his powerful legs to make sure he had leverage and also to make sure she couldn't knee him or kick him in anyway. His heart was going 100 miles an hour and even though they were tearing each other apart, there was another thought that came into his mind while they were so close and biting one another.
He fainted to the right with his teach and then launched his head forward and he bit into the other side of her neck and he gave a low growl as he bit down hard like she had so she could feel the pain she gave. His body was no pressed firmly against her and the taste of her blood was like nothing he had tasted before. His finger wrapped and held onto her hands while he kept them away so she couldn't use them to tear at him. He breathed hard and kept his teeth on her neck being filled with a need that was more than just killing and death.
Her hands were gripped, pulled away where she couldn't use them. Uselessly she growled, struggling to work her hands free. His larger size and weight were to his advantage here though. With her hands out of the way she was hopelessly pinned. Amy snapped at the air as his wound was worsened, tearing free from her deathly grip. Her legs were pinned beneath his, unable to move at all. There was only her ability to bite at him, trapped underneath him completely. The feeling of being so dominated was hateful to her beyond all reason. She was Amy Sunders, powerful and feared by all who met her. She would not take this submission lightly!
Amy moved to block him from getting into her neck again, twisting so her teeth met his. He moved too quick though, and his teeth hit her other side into the wound she had just removed him from. It was painful, Amy uselessly jerking to work her hands free. His entire body was low against her now, Amy doing her best to not give in. A leg worked free from his grasp, lifting up to try and shove him away.
He growled as he felt the leg get away and he bit harder trying to weaken her and keep her from moving him and getting on top. He pulled on the flesh lightly and worked his leg to try and capture hers again and get it back where it belonged. His hands went to her wrist and held fast like shackles and his teeth were like a bear trap that had been sprung onto her neck. He kept his breathing under control knowing that if things got to heated and he needed to take a breath that he would lose her neck and she could return the favor 10 fold. He spoke as he kept her neck firmly in his mouth. " you want to punish me....how does that work if you are in debt to me? Are we even now? Or do you still plan on making me pay for seeing you naked." He squeezed hard with his teeth trying to coax an answer from her lips as they remained there on the floor, hot, bloody and sweaty.
The bite deepened, stopping her struggles. Having the flesh torn at was not a pleasant sensation in the slightest, eyes flashing wildly with anger at the tugging. Her leg was retrapped, keeping her flat against him. She was glad she was wearing clothing, the thin fabric keeping their bare flesh from touching. Hearing that he was willing to use up the favor in payment for seeing her naked was maddening. Her flesh in exchange for her life. Well, she supposed it could be considered a fair trade, a glimpse at her for saving her life as a child. Growling Amy spat out the words, gasping a little as the teeth squeezed down again. "Fine. We're even. Now get off."
He got close and bit a little hard at hearing her words and then as if doing a push up he threw himself up right and let his teeth go at the same time and he looked down at her while she was lying there. He had one in there fight and it showed in his eyes and in his body. They owed each other nothing now and if he so wished it he could very easily leave. His tail was up and his chest moved slightly as he breathed and regained his composure. He had the dominant pose now like she had and he turned his back to her and didn't offer to help her up knowing that she wouldn't accept anyway.
He walked to where there was water and he got to work on cleaning his wounds and knew that they would scar but at least his could be hidden. The places he had bitten Amy were high on her neck and would scar just like his. While he cleaned his wounds he still readied himself for a fight knowing that given her attitude she would not let this outcome stand. But that was alright, because he looked forward to fighting her again. And whats more, the thought of them fighting excited him and he relished in it.
Amy growled as he tore himself off her, the wound heavily bleeding. What was worse than the wound though, was the dominance and clear declaration of who the winner in their fight was. Being forced to feel like she was less than this wolf, this man that used to be a slave, was horrible. He turned away, leaving Amy to gather her shattered pride and stand back up. She faced him, watching him clean his wounds, before turning and walking back towards the house. He could follow or not, but Amy would face him again when she was stronger. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky. Next time, Shadowfang would be underneath her, forcing him to talk.
Amy stood in the house, bored by the frantic scramblings of the family inside. A half grown pup stood tall in his new optime form, glaring at the destructive force moving through his family. He was ignored entirely by her, attention focused instead on the aging male that knelt before her, hands shaking as he pulled out a box. He moved with great respect for what he was holding, before Amy lost patience. Stepping forward she lopped off his head. Members screamed, a mother leaping towards her in attack.
Confident that the female would be taken care of Amy opened the box. A sigh of pleasure slid through her at the sight of what was inside. A beautiful script laid inside, containing a human spell about bringing the dead back to life. While Amy wasn't superstitious, such a find was rare, the paper inked and illustrated. It would fetch a surprisingly high price. Happily she lifted it out, pleased with her prize. "I believe we're done here."
Shadow moved quickly behind the woman who went to attack and in a hushed voice only the woman could hear he spoke." Honor in life and death, your bravery is commendable." His hand went out grabbed her by the back of her scruff and he pulled her to him and once she was close he took his right hand and chopped hard into the back of her neck and she went limp and he tossed her into another member of the family and without saying anything more he heard Amy's voice and nodded as he followed after her.
He heard movement and he stopped as he looked over his shoulder with a gave of ice and death toward another member of the family who had a small knife and he held it raised. The look alone stopped the wolf and he dropped it as she nodded and looked forward and left with Amy. It was not Shadows business to ask what that was all about but her taking of the head of the old man when he was complying bothered him. A mission that demanded a life was easy to follow but if life didn't need to be taken then why not use discretion. He waited until they were farther away and then he spoke lightly. " Was he late in payment? Is that why you took his head?" Shadow looked to her and watched her closely as if she could turn on him in any moment.
Amy strolled out of the house, the air of being untouchable strong around her. Canines that stood in the street scattered as she stepped out, a fearsome sight to behold. Blood had splattered onto her clothes, and while she had cleaned her sword and put it away the prideful attitude she had as she walked forced others to submit, their instincts refusing to allow them to stand against someone their instincts registered as alpha.
Her ears flicked with some interest as Shadow spoke. She was still a little uneasy with him, knowing that he wanted something but not mentioning what it was. His question was straight forward, and Amy felt she needed to comply. "No. I have hunted for this item for a long time. I finally traced it to this family, and made them a highly generous offer for it. They refused though. Said that the spell didn't belong in the hands of the corrupt."
Amy laughed, eyes hard and cold. "No one denies me. I'm the one to decide what's right and what's wrong in this world." Amy looked over to Shadow, a small flicker of a frightened young girl in her eyes before it was swallowed by the darkness that Amy had embraced to avoid being destroyed.
Shadow watched her closely and when she looked back at him it was there, what he had been searching for and what could lead to Amy's life or death. Shadow saw the fear, he saw the girl from so long ago, and it was up to him to reach it and try and release the good that was in her. He nodded and spoke lightly getting to the point and playing the part of the strong right hand. " Understood, they asked for death in there hesitation. I would have done the same." He walked closely behind her and he saw the look in the eyes of everyone who they passed. She had become a monster, a demon much like himself, however where he could see reason and know when to and when not to take a life, she was driven by a need to take any life that got in her way, wither it submit or not.
How would he reach her? when they were alone and far from the house he would try to bring up old memories and see if there was hope within her. He hoped there was enough good left in her that would be able to remember the little amount of fun they had, he remembered when he managed to slip away and see Amy in the forest. It was like they were Romeo and Juliet only this story was far darker and either of them could be killed off in an instant.
Amy snorted, hearing the emotionless tone. He was hiding something. Shadowfang probably didn't care for her methods. Not that she cared what he thought. As long as he protected her and didn't interfere with what she wanted he could think whatever he wished. It would be a shame if she was forced to fight him, push him down and kill him. He was proving useful, if not for that annoying debt over her. If she wasn't bound to keep her oaths so that her business could flourish she wouldn't be in this situation.
Reaching the place she'd rented out Amy entered. The family had been displaced to satisfy Amy's tastes, but had been compensated with a fresh slave, broken as a guide and guardian for young females, protecting their virginity until they reached a suitable age. Walking throuh Amy reached where her treasures were kept. Entering she carefully deposited the script, making sure it didn't break. Coming back out she began to strip off her clothes, heading for the hot bath that would be waiting for her.
Shadow followed behind but when into another part of the building knowing that she never liked him to see any of her treasures. He waited until he heard her footsteps go to a separate part of the building and he followed as he came to a door. He pushed lightly on it and spoke as he did so. " Amy was there anything you needed before I got comfortable......" His eyes went wide for a second as he looked to a now naked wolf in the water and for once in his entire life he was at a loss for words. His hand stayed on the door and rather than back up like he should have he just stood there like an idiot. He looked her over without realizing it and then he waited for the verbal and physical lashing that would follow his actions.
Sinking into the hot water Amy sighed with pleasure. This felt so nice, soothing her. The blood stains on her clothes were probably being washed out right now, letting her stay where she was without worry. Lifting her hand up Amy pulled out the elastic that kept her hair up out of the way, letting the water pull it to drift around her form. Slowly she began to wash her body, massaging each part as she removed the dirt and grime of the day from it.
A voice brought her attention, and Amy glanced up to find Shadowfang standing in the doorway, staring at her. Even worse, he was looking over her body. Furious that he would intrude in such a way Amy stood up, revealing the full extent of her curves. Dripping wet Amy climbed out, marching over to where the assassin stood. "What do you think you're doing? I'm not some slut for you to buy for your pleasure. If I wanted you to see this I would have let you know. Out! Now!"
He averted his eyes immediately after she had stood and then when she walked over to him and yelled for him to leave he said nothing for now wasn't the time and he turned away from her and made his way round a corner. He found a place to rest and he sat there and leaned against a wall and closed his eyes trying his best to forget what he had seen and also remembering why he had gone in there in the first place knowing that she would want an explanation to why he was looking at her. He sighed and kept his eyes closed as he listened to the area around him and he put his senses on full alert, now would be the time for her to attack him and he would be ready for it, and he couldn't blame her. Shadow saw in his mind his head being removed and he actually smiled and thought it silly because a part of him still saw the little pup she was but yet the other part saw the monster she had become. Monster or not however, she was a beauty and he needed to not slip up like that again.
Amy watched his eyes avert, pleased that he was so obedient. Seeing her naked was a reward, usually only given to those who she thought highly enough of to take as her lover. Shadowfang was definitely not ranked there. He probably wouldn't be, not unless he proved himself of worth, able to stand equal with her and face her head on. For now, the image of the black wolf as a slave remained.
She finished her bath, the relaxation now ruined, making her movements swifter, rougher. Stepping out she carefully began to dry her body, brushing her fur and pulling her mane back into a ponytail. With that done she dressed in a belly shirt, generously dipped down to show off her breasts, and an elegantly cut pair of jeans. Her weapons were reattached, and she moved back down to find Shadowfang.
Standing before what appeared to be a sleeping figure Amy growled. "You don't think I'm so foolish to attack someone who's ready for it, do you?" Did he really think she would be so easy, falling for the same trick as the assassins she'd watched him kill had? Well, that was beside the point now. "Walk with me." Amy wanted some fresh air now, and thought that heading out to go through the forest would be nice.
"As you wish." He said with his eyes closed and he stood and then opened them and waited for her to take the lead before he followed. He expected nothing and everything from Amy. walk with me, that was an invitation to one of two things, a pleasant stroll in the woods or a attempted beating for seeing something he should not have seen. He remembered the good times and wanted more than anything to think of her as a friend who he was able to reunite with but given her training and what she was he would have to respect her and not underestimate her in the least. The thought of fighting her had never truly crossed his mind, the idea of it though was there and he wondered how such a battle would turn out. He saw fist thrown, blocked, kicks and faints all done with precision and elegance all mirroring and striking one another.
A fight like that would be a dance and if she thought how he did then in her mind she would see that she could never truly know Shadow unless she fought with him, in an all out battle. Being what he was the idea made him excited but he hid it well and remained a stone for that was one of the first lessons he learned and pain and pleasure and all things physical had to be hidden for a assassin to be truly great and powerful. He watched Amy as she walked in front of him and as he followed he waited wondering when it was she would strike or speak, or both.
Obediently Shadow rose up, following behind her. Amy was surprised he was so willing to follow her, knowing that it was likely she wanted to go somewhere discreet to punish him for what he had done. Entering the woods Amy walked through, noiseless, movements as graceful as if she was floating. Silence floated around them, animals sensing the deadly aura that never completely vanished from a killer.
Feeling that they had gone deep enough Amy whirled around. No indication was given of what she was planning. One moment she had been walking, body relaxed, taking in the filtered sunlight, the next she had a dagger in her hand, striking to drive it through Shadow's arm. It wasn't a killing blow, designed to maim rather than kill. Rapidly she kept moving. Even as her hand flew forward Amy's leg lifted, kicking towards his stomach.
He smiled and knew it was coming! He spun with her strike and dodged the blade easily and then one he was facing forward again his massive arms came together and caught her foot and without hesitation he spun her foot hard to send her spinning. After he did that he jumped back and took a fighting pose as he marveled in the thought of a fight. She had awoken his fighting spirit and now she would truly get to know him and who he was. Shadows father died to make him the best and he would prove it this day, right here, right now.
Her kick was caught, a push made to send her spinning. Amy whirled around once before being back in balance. Her attempt to catch him off guard had failed. The black assassin was ready for her now. Growling she drew her throwing knives, letting them pelt the forest as she struck for his black coat. This time she didn't bother avoiding killing blows, knowing that he would keep himself alive. That let herself simply concentrate on taking him down. Leaping after the blades Amy moved to run her sword through his stomach, features sharp with anger.
He saw the blades coming and he moved elegantly for a large brute and managed to dodge all but one. He hand went out and it appeared a blade hit it and as he cringed and brought his hand close to his chest to hold it a sword was coming for his gut. He watched it and waited for the last possible second before he used one of her own knives to push the sword aside and he kicked up at her hands to knock the sword from it and right after the kick he sent a open palm forward to strike her in the chest and push her back . And that attack was followed with him throwing one of her own blades at her and he aimed it for her leg and then once it left his hand he jumped back again and started to make a strategy and get some distance from her so that they would be on equal terms. His hands moved slowly as he moved like water and he waited for her next attack, and all the while his was was calm,cool and collected. This needed to happen and judging by the killing blows Amy was using she wasn't worried about him being able to defend himself. Words were not needed for there actions were speaking volumes of who they were and how they felt.
His hand was pierced by one of her throwing knives, a small bark of triumph slipping through her. To have one of the weapons she had just thrown turned against her though, blocking her strike, was angering. Shadowfang struck out with his palm to push her back, Amy twisting to the side so it barely struck the one arm. A small grunt escaped her as her body absorbed the force, twisting her body with the push befoe she was ready again. Amy noted to not use her throwing knives again as another one was grabbed and chucked for her leg.
Amy jumped back, landing on all fours. Her tail stood tall and firm behind her, an unwavering mark of dominance. Continuing this battle in optime form would be difficult for the secui fighter, but she knew how to battle and win in optime. Pushing herself up Amy dashed forward, using her smaller size to her advantage to rush him, moving in a hard to follow pattern. Coming from the side Amy moved to plunge her fist into his side, claws ready to tear out his innards. Everything was prepared to grab onto him and hold on for dear life.
He didn't move as he watched her charge and then he lifted his hand slowly, the very hand that had been struck by a knife and there was no mark and shadow gave a smirk as he went to all fours and pushed up as she went under him and with so much forward momentum she wouldn't be able to move easily. Once he was above her he Kicked as hard as he could aiming for her side of which was open. If he was correct then the shock of seeing that he wasn't wounded and the forward momentum would work against her and she wouldn't be able to dodge. By charging him she had opened herself up and he was smart enough to know that once she had her claws in him he would be done. He had to keep her at a distance so his masterful training of hand to hand combat could be used.
Amy's eyes widened as the lack of a wound was revealed. Her eyes saw red, and the chain she'd been keeping on her inner demon came undone. Shadow was battling darkness itself, the monster furious as he passed over her. A blow to the side sent her skidding a short distance. Gathering herself back up Amy stood, measuring him, watching for weaknesses in his form.
" Do you Intend to kill me Amy?" His voice came out cold and calculating, he saw the demon now and knew he wasn't fighting a friend but a cold blooded killer that would stop at nothing to take his head. With that realization he held fast and his body went into full out killing mode. Unless she heard his voice and said something to easy his thoughts then he would see her an an enemy that would be to be killed or at least knocked unconscious and tied up somewhere until she could calm down and collect herself. "Given what we are, we are supposed to fight without emotion because emotion clouds judgment and clouded judgment means death. So again I ask you. Do you intend to kill me...." He lowered his stance and his legs separated lightly as he brought one arm back and one forward taking a defensive fighting stance that would allow for quick response.
Amy studied the male wolf before her. He was powerful, muscles rippling, at the prime of his strength. Her body quivered, craving his flesh and his blood. There was a reason for this attack though. His words brought a growl from her. "My judgement's not clouded. I fight at my best, nothing more. I seek not your death, but your punishment." As he moved to a more defensive position Amy saw her chance, darting in to slash at him while he was between poses.
Damn...she was good, but he knew that before they had even started to fight. She was moving in fast to attack him while moving from one pose to the next and it was a perfect plan. He couldn't react fast enough and because of this he was left with only one option. It was sure to catch her off guard but it would mean giving up his distance fighting and moving to grapple. He didn't waist any time. He saw the pros and cons of his decision and he needed to act so he did. Rather than try and stop the attack or dodge it he moved closer and hugged her as he bit down into her neck and while he did that he wrapped his arms and legs around her and they fell to the ground and he growled lightly as he held her neck in his fangs.
He had tasted her blood and his move seemed like it had one him the fight but in moving forward her claws had cut deeper than they would have and his side was bleeding and while he had her she could also bite him or start to claw where she could reach. They were equal, one not willing to bow to the other and no one willing to lose a fight regardless of the situation. Fighting and training and death had been hard coded into both there bodies. From this moment on it would be like two demons were fighting. Scratching, biting, ripping and tearing was there style now and there were now animals, what happened next would fall under instinct and pure beastly rage.
Amy watched him move into her attack. Claws plunged into his side, digging in as tightly as she could. The veins throbbed in her grasp, feeling the lively muscle surrounding her hand. Fangs bit into her neck, sending shudders through her body. That hurt! He had tasted her blood, yet she had not yet managed to do the same to him. Angrily she twisted her head, tearing his teeth out as the wound stretched and tore, digging her own teeth into him.
As best as she could Amy moved to toss the wolf beneath her. She would pin him, dominate him, prove that she was better. Amy dragged her claws back out of his body, letting it drag along inside him, knowing how it would slice him open. Amy licked at the blood from his shoulder, enjoying the dark taste. Leverage pushed into his shoulder, and Amy waited to see if her force and speed could take him over.
He roared and his hands shot out and he took her hands in his and he forced them up using his strength to bend her to his will. He moved and used his legs to get on top and once there he growled low and tore his neck out of her mouth like she had done him and he snapped at her baring his teeth and looking her right in the eyes. He used his powerful legs to make sure he had leverage and also to make sure she couldn't knee him or kick him in anyway. His heart was going 100 miles an hour and even though they were tearing each other apart, there was another thought that came into his mind while they were so close and biting one another.
He fainted to the right with his teach and then launched his head forward and he bit into the other side of her neck and he gave a low growl as he bit down hard like she had so she could feel the pain she gave. His body was no pressed firmly against her and the taste of her blood was like nothing he had tasted before. His finger wrapped and held onto her hands while he kept them away so she couldn't use them to tear at him. He breathed hard and kept his teeth on her neck being filled with a need that was more than just killing and death.
Her hands were gripped, pulled away where she couldn't use them. Uselessly she growled, struggling to work her hands free. His larger size and weight were to his advantage here though. With her hands out of the way she was hopelessly pinned. Amy snapped at the air as his wound was worsened, tearing free from her deathly grip. Her legs were pinned beneath his, unable to move at all. There was only her ability to bite at him, trapped underneath him completely. The feeling of being so dominated was hateful to her beyond all reason. She was Amy Sunders, powerful and feared by all who met her. She would not take this submission lightly!
Amy moved to block him from getting into her neck again, twisting so her teeth met his. He moved too quick though, and his teeth hit her other side into the wound she had just removed him from. It was painful, Amy uselessly jerking to work her hands free. His entire body was low against her now, Amy doing her best to not give in. A leg worked free from his grasp, lifting up to try and shove him away.
He growled as he felt the leg get away and he bit harder trying to weaken her and keep her from moving him and getting on top. He pulled on the flesh lightly and worked his leg to try and capture hers again and get it back where it belonged. His hands went to her wrist and held fast like shackles and his teeth were like a bear trap that had been sprung onto her neck. He kept his breathing under control knowing that if things got to heated and he needed to take a breath that he would lose her neck and she could return the favor 10 fold. He spoke as he kept her neck firmly in his mouth. " you want to punish me....how does that work if you are in debt to me? Are we even now? Or do you still plan on making me pay for seeing you naked." He squeezed hard with his teeth trying to coax an answer from her lips as they remained there on the floor, hot, bloody and sweaty.
The bite deepened, stopping her struggles. Having the flesh torn at was not a pleasant sensation in the slightest, eyes flashing wildly with anger at the tugging. Her leg was retrapped, keeping her flat against him. She was glad she was wearing clothing, the thin fabric keeping their bare flesh from touching. Hearing that he was willing to use up the favor in payment for seeing her naked was maddening. Her flesh in exchange for her life. Well, she supposed it could be considered a fair trade, a glimpse at her for saving her life as a child. Growling Amy spat out the words, gasping a little as the teeth squeezed down again. "Fine. We're even. Now get off."
He got close and bit a little hard at hearing her words and then as if doing a push up he threw himself up right and let his teeth go at the same time and he looked down at her while she was lying there. He had one in there fight and it showed in his eyes and in his body. They owed each other nothing now and if he so wished it he could very easily leave. His tail was up and his chest moved slightly as he breathed and regained his composure. He had the dominant pose now like she had and he turned his back to her and didn't offer to help her up knowing that she wouldn't accept anyway.
He walked to where there was water and he got to work on cleaning his wounds and knew that they would scar but at least his could be hidden. The places he had bitten Amy were high on her neck and would scar just like his. While he cleaned his wounds he still readied himself for a fight knowing that given her attitude she would not let this outcome stand. But that was alright, because he looked forward to fighting her again. And whats more, the thought of them fighting excited him and he relished in it.
Amy growled as he tore himself off her, the wound heavily bleeding. What was worse than the wound though, was the dominance and clear declaration of who the winner in their fight was. Being forced to feel like she was less than this wolf, this man that used to be a slave, was horrible. He turned away, leaving Amy to gather her shattered pride and stand back up. She faced him, watching him clean his wounds, before turning and walking back towards the house. He could follow or not, but Amy would face him again when she was stronger. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky. Next time, Shadowfang would be underneath her, forcing him to talk.