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Minos Lierrah · 04-22-2010, 11:27 PM

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Thoughts of the female were long gone. Unlike his opponent Minos no longer fought for the rights to her, it was for his life that he fought for and that alone. To a creature like Minos that was all he needed. He had always thought of himself, and nothing else. He had never lived for the sake of another, he had never breathed and felt his heart pound as if it was another hand that brought him air and squeezed the blood through his veins. This was for him, and it was enough and it pushed him just as hard into the other male’s solid form. It masked the pain that now seemed to double as they clashed, teeth, claws ravishing each other forms.

Minos felt the tides turning in his favor, and his bloodied fangs sought the cream and crimson tinted fur of the male’s soft neck. The fist was not anticipated. And it swung towards the side of his face that was no longer recognizable. He saw black, the pain sending him into a nothingness that made his body go limp and fall away from the other’s chest. A moment later his body awoke, stumbling mindlessly and then falling to the ground. His brain rattled in his skull, the flesh of his face loosing more blood then his body would ever be able to manage. Staggering, his mind flickering on and off, Minos tried to find his footing.

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Haven Aatte · 04-22-2010, 11:49 PM

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After his fist connected with the other's skull time seemed to slow down and it felt as if he was moving molasses. The larger canine's body went limp for a moment, clearly rattled by the hit, and then stumbled away, dazed. Haven was breathing hard, hyper aware of how close he had just come to death. Those teeth had been on their way to seal his fate, he had felt the sickly hot breath on his neck. His nose had filled with the scent of his own demise. It had been staved off, for the moment at least, and now that he had come so close to facing his mortality he took the opportunity and rolled away from his enemy. No more foolish mistakes.

The Knight searched for sight of his discarded blade. Blast, where was it!? His heart thudded deafeningly in his ears, feeling his lifeblood weeping from the bites and gashes on his body. A flash of silver. There! Haven tumbled toward the longsword, grasping it firmly and turning his attention back to his bloodied foe, fearing he had acted too late. The sharp instrument swung around and pointed out, its deadly edges glimmering in the low light.

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Minos Lierrah · 04-23-2010, 12:11 AM

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Paws gathered beneath him, pushing his hulking form off the ground. The world came and went, filtering in and the out as his brain flickered back to life like a cold ancient light bulb. His intact eye blinked, helping to bring consciousness back to the lone and dieing wolf. There was nothing left for him, and even if he killed this male and walked away from this fight he would not be able to walk far. Still such a thought could not pass through his mind, nothing more then the will to stand and fight against the other male coming to his thoughts. Stand, he commanded. His head felt like two giant rocks pounding together. With one, ragged breath the male ran, propelling himself onto the other creature.

He could not jump high, nor far. Weakened beyond even adrenaline's influence. He could attck him from behind, though he thought little of tactics and very little of anything. They had clashed this way again and again and Minos only wished to repeat the course once more in the hopes of being the only to survive it. The green eyed beast turned, and Minos could not stop himself from falling upon him. It was a slow movement, ferocity lost with the weeping of his blood, and it was fire in his gut but passed through him effortlessly.

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Haven Aatte · 04-23-2010, 12:28 AM

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As his gaze turned he saw the dirty white and red and yellow coming towards him. The velocity was not the same, slowed even without the odd effect of the final moments of battle. Haven set his jaw and held Vowkeeper tight, his whole being steeled for the final impact. The bloodthirsty intruder could not stop or divert his path, and the longsword bit into him with a surprising ease, though the impact jarred up through the blade through Haven's hands, arms, and then resonated within his core. The Knight stared with detachment at the sight of his foe impaled on the sword. Blood ran down the unmarred steel and he watched with a strange fascination. Slowly, his gaze rose to the ruined face, his jades connecting with that dimming yellow optical. Everything had gone silent, save a slight buzzing in his ears and the ragged and wheezing breathes from the mortally wounded wolf.

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Minos Lierrah · 04-23-2010, 12:41 AM

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His life had been such an insignificant one, filled with fear and pain and suffering. But it had all been minimal, and Minos had worked hard to keep it so. All his submissive tactics had been to keep those that could hurt him away. It had worked, all of it had let him live a life filled with relative peace. Until he had come here. It was a poisoned land, tainted with bad blood. It had been appealing at first, but then the pleasantries of a powerful alpha and secure border fell apart. His blood had been tainted, and it had been the one he thought would protect him in exchange for his obedience. None of it had been enough, and his world had been turned upside down.

The insignificance ended, the weak follower fell to another who's honor and valor was far greater then his own. His body jarred and stopped only as it's weight fell against the other male's body. A gasp came to his throat, and a long thin breath escaped the wolf as his lungs deflated. Life faded from his eye, almost instantly. It hung open, paralyzed as it looked into the green gaze of the male below it. There was nothing to be said for the life of beast that died, nothing to be remembered, nothing to be wishfully forgotten. It took him until his death to move anyone, to make a difference and to change another's fate.

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Haven Aatte · 04-23-2010, 12:53 AM

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Haven saw the light extinguish, felt the last breath seep from those lungs as the body lay on top of him. The Knight was surprisingly calm, but something deep inside stirred at the recognition that he, Haven Aatte, had just taken a life. A dangerous life, yes. A life that had been forfeited the moment the male had stepped foot on these lands and attempted to force himself upon an innocent girl and the love of the pack's protector. It was still a life though, and he had ended it with his own two hands. He wasn't sentimental though. One of them had had to die. They weren't both going to walk away from this. The hybrid stayed still for some moments, transfixed by that one-eyed dead gaze that fell upon him without actually looking. This was a defining moment in his life, and it wasn't something that could simply be shrugged off right away.

After what seemed like hours to him the weight became uncomfortable and with a grunt he shoved the dead enemy aside and sitting up. It was then that the true pain wrought by those teeth and claws reached him. He looked down and his arm was swollen, his blood matting the fur there. His whole chest was stained red, mostly with his own blood but not without an insignificant amount of the other's. Haven took a deep breath, wincing as pain lanced through him and his head became fuzzy. The blood loss was affecting him. He needed help, for he didn't even think he could stand right now. The Aatte wasn't even aware that Princess hadn't obeyed his orders and ran, for all he knew he was sitting here alone with the dead man.

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Princess Chance · 04-23-2010, 12:35 PM

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It all seemed to end so quickly from where she was kneeling. Princess did not even realize at first what had happened, but it was all very clear once the motion ceased. Her eyes widened; she had never actually seen anyone die, unless her infant siblings could be counted, but she could not even remember that much at all. She swallowed, still frozen in place as she attempted to regain her composure that had been lost in the initial attack. Princess did not want to go to Haven yet, because the deceased monster was still there, his dead weight still pressing on the Knight. The girl did not want to be in close proximity of the body, but as soon as Haven pushed it off of him, she was standing on shaking legs. She needed to go to him, to make sure that he was going to be okay. Losing him was not something she could possibly bear.

Truthfully, though, she was very much afraid to go to his side now. Princess was afraid of what she might see, as she knew that her lover had been hurt and it seemed very badly. Even just the knowledge that he had been hurt for her sake pained her immensely. The girl fought against her inner fears, finally moving to kneel beside him, the fact that her dress was barely even present forgotten. "Haven, we need... We need to get you home, and I'll take care of you. You're going to be okay," she willed, though she knew her knowledge of healing was not amazing. It was not terrible, for she had learned it from having been parentless for months when she was so young, and she had bandaged his wounds from a fight when he had come to visit her in Crimson Dreams months prior. Princess would try and, if needed or requested, call for someone more skilled—she just did not know who that would be. All she knew was that Haven was going to be okay. He simply had to be; she could not lose him.

Haven Aatte · 04-23-2010, 12:52 PM

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Sounds seemed muffled in his ears and it was becoming hard for him to focus his vision. Wouldn't it be ironic if he had vanquished his foe only to die moments later due to blood loss. For some reason this thought struck him as humorous and he nearly laughed, but honestly he didn't have the energy to do such a thing. He was becoming somewhat delirious and detached from his emotions. No, he needed to focus if he was going to live through this. Would he be able to make it to the hotel before he lost consciousness? Honestly he wasn't sure. Blood still leaked from the wounds and the more he moved around the more it would leave him and weaken him. Haven was pretty much damned if he did and damned if he didn't.

He was about to try and push himself to his feet when a figure came and knelt beside him. The Knight squinted at the figure, but her scent filtered into his nose like a perfume and his eyes grew wide. "Princess. Are you...alright?" Haven didn't think that the beast had been able to do anything to her before he had gotten here, but he couldn't be sure. If the bastard had hurt her he would want to bring him back to life just so he could kill him all over again. His lover's words reached his ears as if from a great distance and he shook his head, as much of a response as to try and clear it. "No...home too far...need to...stop...bleeding. Healer in...the hotel...it's closer..." It was good that Princess was here, but it wasn't like his slight girl could support his weight if he did pass out. Haven knew he couldn't make it back to their house though, the hotel was the best bet and he could only hope that Alaine was at home and not elsewhere.

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Princess Chance · 04-23-2010, 03:42 PM

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Fresh tears filled her eyes, spilling onto her tear-stained cheeks as he spoke to her. Princess nodded, her throat tightening as she realized how weak his voice sounded. There was so much blood, and she did not trust herself to speak now that she had heard his voice. "I'm okay," she said meekly, finally finding her voice. "I'm so sorry this happened... I don't know why he was acting that way or even who he was," she added, feeling foolish because of it. She knew that she had done nothing to instigate his weird behavior. After all, she had only been carrying her dresses back from the city. Never before had she seen that male, and he had been acting strangely from the moment he had stepped out in front of her. It was not her fault, but she still felt terrible that Haven had needed to rescue her... and now he was hurt terribly.

Princess hardly knew anyone in the pack, but if Haven said that there was a healer in the hotel, then she had to trust him on that. "Okay, we'll go there," she said with a decisive nod, trying to be strong for him despite how weak her own voice sounded. "Can you lean on me?" she asked, ready to let him lean on her as much as he needed to so that they could walk together. Haven was much larger than she was, but she was absolutely determined to get him to the hotel and for him to be healed. She could not lose him, and if she could not help him get to the healer, then there was a great risk of that happening. The knowledge of that alone was enough to give her the strength to help him, she was certain. Please be okay, she thought, I love you too much for you to not be.

Haven Aatte · 04-24-2010, 12:44 AM

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It was difficult for him to make out any kind of details at the moment, and so he did not see her teary golden eyes, but he could feel the remorse that was radiating from her form. When she spoke he merely shook his head again. No, there was nothing for her to apologize for. "No...don't be...not...your fault. Just...glad that...you're fine." This sort of thing had been a long time in coming. Haven had faced a few scuffles, but they had never been anything serious. He had never faced anyone that hadn't ran, that hadn't backed down. He knew that he would eventually though, and it seemed today had been that day. Even through the fog of his injuries and blood loss though, he felt a certain validation. He could protect the pack. He could fight to save those he cared about. His title wasn't empty, and now he knew for certain he was up to the task.

Haven was relieved that there wasn't any arguing on her part, he knew how stubborn Princess could be, but certainly she understood the gravity of the situation. It had nothing to do with him not believing she could help it, he just knew that he was in severe enough of a condition that he needed help from someone who had training. The Knight had watched Alaine tend to Firefly and he knew that the woman was skilled. It was her assistance that he needed now. Wordlessly Haven nodded his head and with effort managed to stand, however unstably, on his own two feet. He rested a hand on Princess' shoulder, not wanting to put weight on her until he had to. The two started at a slow and staggered pace towards the hotel, Haven's breathing ragged, hoping that all would be okay.

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