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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.
Itachi's katana lies next to him, btw!

He knew that prey screamed, but did not know how to make it stop. Well, he did, but he did not want to cease what he was currently doing. It was not cruelty that led him to do this, but vivid curiosity that surpassed morale. Perhaps it was similar to the incident with Kaena. He ached to know. The wild guinea pig could go nowhere though, for it was tightly strapped to the ground with strong threads created from sinew. The animal wanted to twist and squirm, but the boy was merciless. Clawed fingers stroke the wild fur, he should have been proud for having caught it so elegantly without taking its life in the process. It was a beautiful creature, but now the meat beneath fur and skin was being infested by the animal’s stress.

Sharp, cat like claws turned cruel against the loose skin by the neck of the lesser animal, ripping through. And if the animal had screamed before, it was nothing compared to now. Panic and fear now turned into something more; something larger and more horrible. Perhaps the animal knew that it was death ripping through it now. But the boy was careful, for it was the skin he started with. There was more blood than he wanted, and the metallic fragrance wished to make him sick for once, but he continued, increasing the rift in the animal’s skin so that he could see layers of muscles animated by the small creature’s struggle for survival.

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#2
OOc: Leon hasn't fought Optime before, so this'll be fun XD

Leonard walked aimlessly, hoping to find a lead to his brothers location. He hadn't meant to up and leave Amata's home so quickly, but he swore he felt brother calling him here. "Or you're just going crazy..." He mumbled a few moments later.

With a sigh, he turned himself around. Amata had been kind to him, had offered to help him join her pack. And he ran off on some fools errand. He deeply hoped that she would forgive his rash and rude actions. He had been close to a new start. A chance at a brand new life.

But Leon's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a faint shriek of fear. Then another shriek, this one of pure agony. His body reacted instantly, forcing his weary body into full sprint. He followed the shrieking, and in seconds entered a small clearing, to find a Optime of medium build tormenting a Guinea pig.

No second guessing dulled the Timbers mind. No confused feelings slowed his muscles. Every fiber of Leon's body burned at the sight of the torture, and every once of his soul commanded his body to tear this male down. With no more than a savage growl, Leon launched himself at the strangers right arm, planning on stopping any more torment of the weaker creature.
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The sole reason why the other managed to come at him without meeting the boy’s defense at the last moment was that the Anathema child would never have expected an open attack from a canine considered adult in such a style. Warriors from Inferni had sold motivation to force his body to become cold and still, but the scents that met him were not claimed by any particular alliance. Sunsets had turned and widened as they witnessed the hostile canine charge, and as the other wolf came close enough to terminate all doubt, the boy moved. And meanwhile the little animal beneath continued to howl.

The boy let his upper body toss to the side until it met the ground, twisting in pursuit of avoiding damage. The sword that once had been his mother’s was quickly grasped by a tense hand. This would be his first battle, and he did not even understand what had inspired the other to make such a bold move. Itachi failed to see the connection between the wolf’s actions and the screaming animal squeezed beneath his crouched form. They were predators; those below in the food chain would always lose and be devoured by those above.

The other was too close for him to swing the katana and do damage, so the boy made use of the only weapons he had: the cat like claws that the other lacked. Letting claws aim at the stranger’s face, it was the dangerous fangs of the loner that he was most intent on avoiding.

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#4
OOc: Its Sie's fault that post is so short, I swear! D:

Leon's eyes watched the male scoop the sword into his hand, then let his eyes fall for a moment to the Guinea pig, who still cried in fear. He saw the cut flesh on the neck and considered how best to help the lesser creature. He glanced up at the demented male again, only to see the swiping claws of the Optime's left hand. Dropping his head and moving to his left, Leon just avoided getting his face sliced. However, he felt the claws dig into his right shoulder, slicing the wound there open once again, though not as deep or long, and clenched his teeth to prevent his yelp.

When the timber looked back to his opponent, he no longer saw the red eyes, or the golden coat, or even the blade. Leon saw before him the dull grey glare, the blood soaked red coat, and his dead older brother, among many dead and dying wolves. Then, suddenly, his sight flashed and he saw the Optime before him once again, blade drawn, and left claw withdrawing.

With a growl, he lunged after the males arm, planning to crush the wrist and prevent the hands further use. His deep cyan eyes dulling, Leon focused on catching the retracting hand, but watched the other hand carefully as well.
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This is short too! D:

Next to the optime boy rested a deadly weapon that could have taken the attacking canine down so easily had he only known how to wield it. As a young puppy he had watched his mother’s deadly dance with her shiny blades, but there had never been elegance when he had held one. It was a matter of practise, of course. One day he too would become invincible, but not yet. He was a significantly easier target today. Fingers were tensely curled in instinctual wish to do harm whenever they made contact. Had he been a less flawed person he would have screeched what the matter was, but lips were sealed with acceptance. There was always acceptance for the situations the flawed prince entered, for this was hell, after all.

Rumbling thunder vibrated in the stranger’s throat along with another attack. There was fresh crimson on the boy’s claws, but he was oblivious of this fact. Focus was on survival and only that. But in his disadvantageous position, Itachi could feel doubt creeping. Pain entered beneath the elbow, and he took to wonder where his main arteries ran. The hand wielding the sword swung nevertheless, intending to punish the other if he hesitated for a fragment of a moment or remained to let teeth sink deeper into the younger boy’s arm.

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#6
OOc: Hey, its a wild Librimon!

Leon's eyes were the only part of his body that betrayed his worry of the falling blade. He knew well enough what the consequences of being hit by the sword could be, but he was committed to punishing this monster. Leon's face set in grim determination, his jaws tightening considerably on the boys arm, and the timber pulled at the boys arm suddenly, with all the force his nearly two hundred pound body could muster, and turned the his muzzle, attempting to place the younger wolf's arm between himself and the blade. He quickly prepared his body to shuffle away to avoid the blade as much as possible if his plan fell through.

He knew almost immediately that the blade would still fall and strike him, not the youths arm. But his time to get away was cut severely, the window to escape gone. Instead, Leon released the males wrist and attempted to roll his body to take to blade at an angle, feeling the painful sensation of his skin being cut cleanly by the sharp blade. The blade had glanced a rib, and passed right through him, leaving a clean gash on his abdomens left side. His legs wobbled, and he felt his stomach seem to disappear.

Leon had never felt anything like this. It hurt. Immensely. But at the same time, the area on his body was simply numb, like his mind was rejecting the signals. His breathes were labored, and his right leg slipped once or twice. He took a shaky breath and turned his head to face the wound, grimacing.

Turning his head back to his opponent, Leon mumbled, "Gerai iškeptas. Bet, mirtis prieš pralaimėjimą." Forcing his body to obey, he crouched into a defensive position, glancing quickly at the guinea pig, questioning if the small creature was even alive. "Vienas daugiau. One more."
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300+ Wild Librimon uses flaming axes!

Teeth yanked at his arm. Itachi did not understand the meaning of this, for his mind did not follow his attacker’s. But the blade was in motion, and the boy used what muscles he had to pull himself closer to the hostile canine with the arm that was currently seized, this to ensure the sword’s path. But almost as immediately as the boy decided to travel through the path of agony, sharp teeth let go of their prize, and the boy’s upper body was tossed straight back into the ground by the disappearance of his arm’s anchor.

But now the blade was met with some resistance, though the boy was in no way in control of its movement. Armed sunset eyes were large as his legs kicked out against the ground, acquiring a metre of distance from the other. Flames of red hot pain feasted on his arm, but did not manage to draw more than a fragment of his focus in this hostile scene. But no new attack came, only words made by a hushed, mumbling voice.

The boy’s eyes remained on the other creature, wary of foul play. Getting up on his feet, he did not notice warm crimson dropping from clawed fingers. Both their blood fed the ground colours that it lacked this season. ”I do not understand your language,” he replied, cold voice against colder air. For only a moment, the youngest canine released the other with his gaze in pursuit of the guina pig that had started this whole scene. Life had fled, but if it was from blood loss, fear or the crushing weight of the blonde wolf’s weight would never be known.

The boy bended down to get it swiftly with his hand. A slight grimace was given at the pain shooting through the injured arm as fingers embraced the animal. The sword was well secured within the other hand, and he let the sharp blade leap between him and his unknown enemy. Was this a victory? The wolf’s side was smeared with red, and as eyes of similar shades investigated the area, he found that he was pleased with this. Taking several steps to complete a half circle around the other, red orbs emptied once again for emotion, though behind vivid colours the machinery continued to work.

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Leon smirked humorously when he realized he was speaking in his packs chosen tongue. "Nothing of consequence. A sadistas like you wouldn't care." He responded, his voice monotonous. The wound on his side burned when he turned his body so his right side was facing the blond wolf.

"Why do you do that?" Leon questioned, indicating the guinea pig with his snout as he began to slowly circle the stranger. "Do you derive some sort of amusement from this?" He asked, his voice cold and threatening.

His steps were uneven, the pain in his side forcing a limp. His eyes remained focused on the other male, who still held the dead guinea pig. His heart raged against his ribs, demanding justice be brought upon this man. But Leon knew he wouldn't be able to do anything lasting to his opponent. Hell, he would be lucky to get even another bite on the red eyed sadistas. "Sukelti plaktukas. Let the fates decide." He said out loud, not caring whether the other understood him or not. He felt the blood running down his side, but he took satisfaction in the sight of blood on his opponents arm.

"My name is Leon ven Liudesys." He announced, remembering the regulations his pack held for personal gambits.
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Sadistas did sound familiar, even when spoken on an unfamiliar tongue. Itachi did not react visibly to this, for that was an accusation that had to be genuinely considered. The other might very well be correct, for he was an apathetic individual. His moral did not match the ones around him, and this had been discovered before the episode of today. Truth deserved to see the light of day, but there was resentment within that kept the sword aimed at the other. Would his life have been taken because of a small, insignificant mammal that belonged so far down in the food chain? Why? The fallen Prince of Inferni could not successfully make sense of this. The accusation could be correct, but his actions were wrong.

Why did he do this? Did he derive amusement from it? In one way, perhaps. His hunger for knowledge would have been sated, and there was satisfaction to gain from that. But now the animal had suffered for nothing, and that crime belonged to the older male with blood flowing from his side. ”Because of you, another life will suffer a similar end,” the black hearted prince revealed, experiencing a rare moment where he was motivated to inflict unnecessary damage in return. But he had never claimed to be above anyone, for he was full of delicious sin. But yes, the other had asked why, but evidently already decided on a reason without the genuine answer. Itachi had already been judged, and he did not suffer because of this.

And fates decide? There was no fate here, only a sword smeared with deep red. ”You would do well to rethink your role here,” the youngest boy suggested, for it was not wise to pour gasoline on flames that surrounded one’s body. ”Unless you’d like to take this animal's place,” the boy added, finding this possibility most intriguing. Demi should have been here for guidance, but she was not. But he would survive. He wanted this wolf to be alive, but how much damage had to be inflicted before it would be safe to approach and tear through skin for the sake of knowledge? But the idea was tempting. Very.

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Leon could feel his side warming from the blood from his wound, but he did his best to ignore the pain. He felt off balance, but didn't let it show. Turning his body to the blond boy, Leon growled in annoyance. "Never underestimate someone who has nothing to lose." He said, pacing back and forth. His body burned and his head throbbed, but he wasn't going to lay down and submit to a psychopath.

When Leon heard the threat, he scoffed, and his mind slipped back to his childhood, when he had seen his parents mangled bodies, and his sister torn apart. Having his own body ripped or torn didn't phase him, or make him hesitate in the face of his current pain. But he wasn't reckless.

The timber's lips curled up in a growl, and his pacing ceased. Every second spent talking was draining his limited strength. And his original reason for attacking had just died on him. He took a defensive stance and waited for the other wolf to make a move. "Whatever your going to try, try it. I haven't got all day." He stated in a flat tone, his eyes going blank and ears straight forward.
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How could the boy decline such an offer? The Anatheman’s first response was silence and hidden ponder. No expectations existed for this creature, for he was too young to know other canines of this world. While arrogance was a part of him as any other Lykoi, he was careful in his dealings with others. None was as he, and they did not appreciate the methods he used. But he was but an apprentice, quietly following in a larger villain’s footsteps. But he fully intended to step out of that shadow when time was ripe.

”If you insist,” he offered with a voice of forged kindness, for it was only destruction and death he could offer. The steady pulse of agony continued to torment him as the injured arm continued to seep blood, but he was not discouraged. He had two strong legs and a strong arm to wield a most deadly tool. The stranger before him was crippled by the location of the sword’s smooth bite. An injured wolf was no easy opponent, but easier than a healthy one. Fingers on both hands curled around the sword’s handle. It was necessary to learn to live through agony, after all.

The damned Lykoi swung the blade again as he leaped forward at his target.

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#12
Leon saw the boy lunge forward, and charged right back, but stopped short and rolled to the right, ignoring the sweeping blade. The males feet past right by the Timbers muzzle, and Leon snapped at the Optimes back left ankle, kicking hard with his feet to give him the propulsion needed.

Death was inevitable. Pain acceptable. Surrender... Not from him. Not for a member of the Central Pack. They were the backbone. He was... A lost youth. Chasing a ghost. With no purpose in his life... He stopped his thoughts, focusing his sorrow and rage into his lunge, the blood warm on his side as agony ripped through his body. He was fading faster than he calculated. His time was almost up.
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This was proof that an injured wolf could be dangerous despite carrying serious wounds. He had been told a story once that even a wolf’s severed head could turn on its enemy and bite. Perhaps there was something more to the rotting heads on sticks lining up Inferni’s territory. The wolf’s meaty body was not there to retrieve a second taste of the crimson tainted blade this time, and had instead chosen to roll out of its way. Itachi moved accordingly, finding time to evade the unkind teeth that sought for his ankle. He owned none of the swift elegance that he had seen his mother wear when she practised with others, but he already knew some of the basics of fighting well enough to know that he always had to pay absolute attention to his opponent and remember to use every part of his body.

While his heart and soul did not scream to punish the older wolf, the continuous aggression made him more eager to leave more marks of maroon upon his skin. He had been unjustly attacked and was more than willing to return the favour. But Itachi was more wary now, knowing that the other was still intent on battling him until he turned cold. The katana was lighter than more solid blades of western design were, and it was not a hard task to let it linger between the two forms. While his own injury pained him, the slash in the side of the other wolf was more serious. If anything, Itachi was a very patient creature, and if it would be to his advantage to outlast the other, it was not a sacrifice.

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