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It had been far too long. Gabriel had been unable to find any trace of the man that had nearly killed his son, and become frustrated by such a thing. Kaena had put him on the path of revenge again. With her voice ringing in his head, with the vicious and needy demand to see blood, the Aquila had left Inferni and begun his hunt. For the past two days he had been searching for any trail, and until an hour ago, he had been without luck. Then the scent had rushed up from the earth as if it was being expunged. The air had filled his lungs and he had begun to move with a new sense of urgency.
Gabriel had not realized he was shifting forms until his scarred shoulder let out a twinge of pain. As the scent had grown more powerful the lupus form had been abandoned for the stronger, larger Secui body. He might have been a monster for the size and power his blood granted him—and despite this he was silent, walking over the pine-needles to dampen his sound. The scent became overwhelming. It became maddening. Gabriel saw the black and white wolf before him and everything else fell away. Without a sound the hybrid rushed forward, ears flat against his head, fur on end, lips pulled back in a vicious snarl, and aware of nothing but the need to kill.
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I’d like it if Corvus didn’t get too roughed up, since I need him to have been able to play in his last thread; did you have a particular outcome in mind? Corvus will have a personality that will counter with that of Gabriel’s, since he is calm and also trained—he’d be the equivalent of a martial arts master.
IT IS INEVITABLE
He stood as a lithic statue of a long forgotten god with black horns raised above his head, the shadows of his form emanating to drown the world in its inescapable shroud. The tenebrous creature’s posture was as it always was: raised in that aristocratic ascendancy. The black eyes of the secui watched the figure, the intensity of that flat, hollow gaze like the immovable darkness of the night unaided by the light of stars and moon. The crow wolf breathed in the scent of the dog-like thing, recognizing the smell that was similar to the thing he had crushed beneath him—to the thing whose life had been gifted to his daughter. A sneer twitched upon those black lips once before falling to the emotionless façade that was ever in place. And he watched that thing that stood before him as if he had been summoned, looking down at the slightly smaller secui as if in disdain. But there was nothing. There was only that unphased arrogance.
Their gazes had only met for a brief moment before the insolence of that thing moved it to attack. The snarl did not move the brute, and he waited there, waiting until that last moment. With a timed precision, the brute stepped aside with that unnatural grace, his jaws parting as he sought to nick the other’s flesh as it moved by. He regarded the thing as if it were nothing, an insignificant thing. And truly, the Korean did not know why the thing was there attacking him. “Eager?” that quiet tenor mocked. The pied brute, pied like the Raven that shadowed Cwmfen nic Graine mac Corvus, raised that tail to be level with his back. The black plume carved a sinuous path in the air, moving slowly as a massive snake through the dark shadows of the undergrowth. He stood as if he were about to turn away, as if this dog were no concern. And truly, he felt it to be so.
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[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... able_2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I intended for Gabriel to go into a frenzy, which would turn him basically into a chainsaw with teeth. Maybe once he does that Corvus can be all ">:|" and take off? Gabriel could lose him in the rain/whatever? That way neither of them are super roughed up?
There was only the fire, and that lit his feet and detached them from his body. Gabriel’s world was made of blood and fire, and this night he intended to see both. If he could kill the demon, he would. His goal was to make the pied brute suffer as his son had suffered—an eye for an eye, so to say. Even if he did not succeed in breaking the man in half, he would leave his mark. That would be enough. Ezekiel was stronger then Talitha, and what had been done to him was not half so horrible. Andrezej had to die; this man only needed to suffer for his sins.
Gabriel rushed past the man, and felt his teeth graze against thick fur. He turned and lowered his head wolfishly, ears raised in his own crown, tail level with his spine and claws buried in the earth. There were no words; he did not intend to hold council with the demon, nor speak to him. This was a more primeval language, one that had existed since the first wolf had turned against his brother. It did not matter if Gabriel was seeking revenge for his son, or if he had come with only blood on his mind. Either way they would engage in this dance because it had been so demanded of the charcoal-brushed hybrid.
His snarl caused his face not simply to twist, but to crack and break. Except it was not simply a snarl; Gabriel was grinning. Though this battle had to occur for terrible reasons, it still filled the need for battle and bloodshed. It excited him. It made him feel complete. All four feet dug into the earth and uncoiled like steel springs, sending him towards the other man. Even if he gained bruises or wounds by doing this, he would learn how the stranger fought, and then he would use that knowledge to slay him.
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That’s cool~ Do you think that it would be somehow possible for Corvus to just walk away? He’s not really the running type >__>
IT IS INEVITABLE
The black orbs regarded the thing that had passed by, considering it as one might consider a rock. It was interesting how these parasites mixed blood, mixing dog with coyote with wolf. It was repulsive, the purity of the wolf distorted. And this dog thing did not even resemble the son that had been spawned, the more coyote-like thing. As the dog growled, the crow wolf simple sneered, the pied hackles rising in that primeval response, that wordless language from which he had been wrought. The stance of the crow wolf shifted. The thing was not worth his time, but he was merciful upon that day. Perhaps he should give this thing the attention it so desired. And when he was done.... Well, the time had not yet come to consider what should be done. The emotionless façade merely turned to face the slightly smaller secui, those fathomless orbs sinister and mocking.
There was only anger motivating that dog thing, and every attack that was made was given away by the preparations of the body. Even now, the dog thing’s body prepared to leap, the four legs pressing into the earth. The leap that was made was executed with surprising speed, but the pied Korean was accustom to such things. As before, the brute simply stepped aside—the thing would be unable to follow him while he was in the air. Lifting himself up upon his hind legs as he moved aside, moving with timed precision, the pied brute sought to bring his forepaws down upon the other’s back, to crush him beneath him just as he had done with the son. But there would be no Cwmfen to spare him this time, no life to be gifted. There was only two males, one who made a challenge and the other who believed the challenge beneath him.
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[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... able_2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I intended for Gabriel to go into a frenzy, which would turn him basically into a chainsaw with teeth. Maybe once he does that Corvus can be all ">:|" and take off? Gabriel could lose him in the rain/whatever? That way neither of them are super roughed up?
Between the blows and the exchange of fur and blood, there was tactic and impulse. The pied wolf fought with the detachment that Gabriel himself valued in combat. He was, however, losing himself. Rushing through his ears was the singular sound of his own blood, and it deafened everything—the wounds, the wind, the peculiar silence that his opponent fought with. Amber eyes remained fixed on the pools of black, shark’s eyes, snake eyes, and he knew that this wolf was truly a demon.
Something snapped in his consciousness, as suddenly as breaking glass. Gabriel was not aware of the rising storm, or the change in the air. Electricity crackled through the sky. A bolt of lightning broke across the ebony-indigo storm clouds. None of this did Gabriel see. His singular focus was the pied wolf, even that vision was turning hazy. Their battle might have gone on for five or ten minutes before he was aware of the stranger’s presence fading. Blindly, Gabriel charged through the trees, finding nothing but fading scents and a mix-match trail that the rain was quickly erasing. The amount of water was staggering—Gabriel could not see but one foot in-front of him, and his own coat was soaking up the water desperately.
Furious, bruised, bleeding, the Aquila snarled and staggered through the sheets of water. He had not managed to kill the beast. Still, he had done something. Eventually, the doggish male found a semi-dry overhang and rested there, staring ahead into the pouring rain. He felt nothing. That, perhaps, was the most peculiar thing of all.
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