10-29-2009, 07:53 PM
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Vaguely, the image of a giant bat swooping down from the heavens came to the back of his mind as blood-red vision locked on the masked stranger, but this was quickly pushed aside as the frenzy of battle infiltrated his blood. The bat had marked his chest, carving an x into his flesh to show all others he was a criminal, but Samael didn’t believe in right and wrong. He did what his instinct and nature dictated, and that was all. He was bred to be a monster, housing the soul of a demon prince and he would tear apart all those whom opposed him. The masked man slid out of his way, leaving one leg outstretched to block his path and send him off balance. While he didn’t get exactly what he wanted, Samael was forced to react only at the very last second, spotting the subtle action of his body departing and his momentum changed, whirling off to the side in an awkward, ungraceful pirouette. Snarl escaped his lips at the forced motion, turning back toward the other coyote with a bloodthirsty expression on his features. Close contact made his skin crawl unless he was tearing into their flesh and drawing blood to the surface. He didn’t want to get close to the creature, and crimson gaze followed his every move, keeping back and at a distance. He wouldn’t be defeated so easily on the very first try—years of training and combat did not permit such easy access to the male. Body crouching into a more animalistic posture, ready to spring at any second, he allowed the cloaked intruder to make the next move while the girl was long forgotten. |