01-11-2010, 08:48 PM
~Mine won't be that long =P Good luck in the final round.
The predator had taken its attacker's eyes, which its instinct told it was not something that could be ignored. It had defended itself very well, and used its strength and size appropriately for fighting its opponent. Nevertheless, where the civilized minds of modern wolves usually worked against them when fighting a primitive beast like itself, that was not always the case. The black she-wolf who it could not remember was called Cwmfen had turned her faster, sharper mind to learning excellent technique and maintaining utter calm during combat, and had therefore become a warrior who could oppose even a creature of such monstrous strength and speed as itself. Likewise, the complexity of Haku's mind had enabled him to delve into a deeper, darker chasm of the mind than any beast of nature could enter. The brown wolf's madness was not replicable by any means available to the hunter, because ultimately, the objective of the hunter was to survive, and all of its aggression stemmed from that basic need. Its foe could (if not intentionally) cultivate a need which surpassed that one, which usually was a mistake, but pushed the demon's limit beyond where the predator could go.
Pained whimpering echoed through the house...the beast had no pride of its own, no need to prove itself or shame at expressing its pain and weakness. Its belly had burst, its organs were drawn out, and every nerve-ending laced through that flesh seared in agony as hungry fangs violated them. The creature which had done this to the predator was beyond anything its instincts could have anticipated, not a naturally occurring threat: its eyes and years were gone, its face was awash with its own blood, its gums and scalp were sliced open and still it came on, lost in revelry amidst the scattered entrails. Whatever it was, whether demon or simply psychotic, the hunter could not classify it as a wolf in mind, and had been unable to match its drive. A will to survive it had, but its own will to kill hinged on that need, and therefore the fight's last moments had come down to one wolf struggling at the end to achieve life while the other struggled to achieve death.
The predator was a survivor in a world where everything was striving to live...it could not cope with a personification of death. Haku had permitted his face to be utterly destroyed, had prioritized the death of the predator above his own sight, his own hearing, his own rapidly flowing blood. This was a force not to be opposed by a survivor. The core persona of Brennt would have run long ago had it foreseen this end, but by the time it understood its opponent, it was too late to run. In agony, the beast died, the second victim in the Weaver's tapestry to feed the demon.
The predator had taken its attacker's eyes, which its instinct told it was not something that could be ignored. It had defended itself very well, and used its strength and size appropriately for fighting its opponent. Nevertheless, where the civilized minds of modern wolves usually worked against them when fighting a primitive beast like itself, that was not always the case. The black she-wolf who it could not remember was called Cwmfen had turned her faster, sharper mind to learning excellent technique and maintaining utter calm during combat, and had therefore become a warrior who could oppose even a creature of such monstrous strength and speed as itself. Likewise, the complexity of Haku's mind had enabled him to delve into a deeper, darker chasm of the mind than any beast of nature could enter. The brown wolf's madness was not replicable by any means available to the hunter, because ultimately, the objective of the hunter was to survive, and all of its aggression stemmed from that basic need. Its foe could (if not intentionally) cultivate a need which surpassed that one, which usually was a mistake, but pushed the demon's limit beyond where the predator could go.
Pained whimpering echoed through the house...the beast had no pride of its own, no need to prove itself or shame at expressing its pain and weakness. Its belly had burst, its organs were drawn out, and every nerve-ending laced through that flesh seared in agony as hungry fangs violated them. The creature which had done this to the predator was beyond anything its instincts could have anticipated, not a naturally occurring threat: its eyes and years were gone, its face was awash with its own blood, its gums and scalp were sliced open and still it came on, lost in revelry amidst the scattered entrails. Whatever it was, whether demon or simply psychotic, the hunter could not classify it as a wolf in mind, and had been unable to match its drive. A will to survive it had, but its own will to kill hinged on that need, and therefore the fight's last moments had come down to one wolf struggling at the end to achieve life while the other struggled to achieve death.
The predator was a survivor in a world where everything was striving to live...it could not cope with a personification of death. Haku had permitted his face to be utterly destroyed, had prioritized the death of the predator above his own sight, his own hearing, his own rapidly flowing blood. This was a force not to be opposed by a survivor. The core persona of Brennt would have run long ago had it foreseen this end, but by the time it understood its opponent, it was too late to run. In agony, the beast died, the second victim in the Weaver's tapestry to feed the demon.