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The illusion of air whistled hollowly through the man’s airway as his form swept through the endless flatland greyed out by mist. He had been here before. Yet this time it was different – he knew what he had to do now. The other lost soul was out there somewhere and he longed to draw out the colour rushing through her body, maintaining her life. He would find her in time. His paws drummed rhythmically against the hardened soil as he made his way toward the house he knew was ahead. His full length tail danced slowly behind him and he grinned - finding the restored piece of tail ironic. He longed for a whisper from the wind, but the air was unmoving, mist threatening to wipe out everything.
He knew his priorities, but had to know; needed to know. He moved faster now, trotting towards the large, towering building that he knew, knew, knew was there! A low rumble danced into the motionless air – a sign of the frustration that was building up within. The blue eyed male suspected there was nothing more here but the mist and the hardened floor. Nothing. Eventually he slowed down, accepting that there were rules that he could not push aside despite the fact that this world that the weaver had tossed him into was an incomplete mirror of his own realm. It was fake and endless and there was only one way to escape.
The chocolate and cream male turned and let the consuming mist swirl around him undisturbed as he waited for his opponent. He was certain she would find him.
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ooc:No strike taken.
The mist of dream hung heavy around her, masking all but the ashen ground beneath her paws. A notion of purpose, of need to escape drove the clouded mind from its frightened recesses into the present circumstance. She trapped within her dream. Knowing the route to escape she sought it, lead by sensation alone to find this obstacle that kept her from the waking world. She sickening stench of malice stained the air, of dark intent, or her own fear. Absent from body, she strove to meet her opponent, celestial beams cutting through the hanging mist.
But where? Where was he? The sixth sense only guided her so far. Touch experience the change in plain, the ground gave way to gravel and rock, sharp against her tattered pads making her steps lighter and uneven. Was this path the wrong? She ceased her blind wanderings and turned swiftly to an adjacent direction. The rocks smoothed to lush grasses, cushioning her hasten steps and encouraging her progression. This path was correct, the essence of this nameless presence grew stronger.
A beacon parted the grey, a spiral of clear air swirled about the she-wolf spreading out but a little to grant her sight in the distance. And there, a warm sight betrayed by the touch of scars prowling the land in search of her. Sapphire gleamed in the clearing, baring ill-intently at all and nothing. Slick rubbers peeled back unveiling sharpened daggers of ivory and strength of steel. This was him. Uncertainty was a luxury not afforded at this moment, nor would be fear if she wished to escape this dreadful place with her life and limbs still attached.
A bellow of challenge tore from her lungs, a deathly ratter rising in octave as the she-wolf bent to attain a steadier stance. Russet fur bristled not in rage but defense. A threat on her life had been placed, though unspoken but was felt by the aura exhibited by this hostile fiend. She would not allow this to come willingly. Should a battle be what he desired, then one he would receive.
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The hardened floor seemed to vibrate under his creamy paws as he set into motion. There she was, so pretty with a coat merely hues lighter than his. Whether she was an illusion or not mattered little to the secui. In this world there were no rules regarding morality. Haku dreamed of blood and flesh and broken bones. Here she was, unknowing of her own fate. Or perhaps she was welcoming it. Haku did not know – did not care. It was the currents running under her skin that he wanted to set free.
She was large; almost matching him in size. He was the one taking the first step, and he revelled at her readiness. He wanted them both to want this – willing individuals made the greatest challengers. Jaws opened wide with hunger – though it was more than likely that they were displayed mainly for affect this first time. The moment before he reached her, his muscles tenses and his body leaned slightly backwards to decrease the amount of weight behind his movement. Too often they thought they were squirrels that could run away.
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This woman could not. She was large and impressive, built for strength rather than speed. His impossibly blue eyes stayed on her face – bared fangs ready to either make the first blow or counter it. He set to snap off her face – well knowing that such an obvious move would not end it all before it had started. Like a cat with its prey, Haku’s clawed paws rose simultaneously to find her flesh and weight her down.
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ooc: 1) Tried to grab his face |a) Was cut on the shoulder |b) Attacked his face again with claws
The devil drew near with eyes aglow with something akin to lust, a desire for the flesh to be torn, not touched. A fluid of life was sure to expel, one of brilliant rubies more precious than the roaming fodder, coveted for their succulent meats. No lover’s touch was to befall her, only the striking claws of rage and desire for death.
Let it be then…let it be.
Death bore down on her with the slick fangs withdrawn and pressed to tear through her muzzle on first strike. Her retaliation was obvious, ameatuer, her own maw opening to strike forward and catch his lower jaw in a vice grip. To hell with her face, let the scars of war hail and decorate her, commend her for surviving a conflict should this be the will of the Fates. But not even they had control now; she would make her survival. She would escape this place. Had her jaws clasped their target or not mattered little, but the rending of russet fur stuck out in her mind. Pain rushed from the source, a tear at her shoulder coupled from the assault of his maw. Her sibling would have laughed at an obvious move, and howled still that the second born was too clouded to remember. She shifted the whole of her bodice to lessen the weight her pushed on her, keeping her shoulder erect and steady before snatching the appendage away. Successful or not, her hold on his mouth was relinquished, yet she remained near, still standing.
Had she learned nothing in her past?
She had. Anger shown in her moonlit eyes. The female ascended to her hand legs, bearing her weight upon them as she raised her left foreleg and struck down with no restraint behind her blow. Let the limbs move freely, bear down with no hindrance. This was not a spar; life and death hung in the balance, freedom was the ultimate prize. Snarling a promise of defiance for all he could deal upon her, she aimed to cut through his face.
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They were merely at the introduction stage. Fangs sought flesh and she was game, unwilling to accept the fate that he was offering her. Acceptance was something that his victims rarely sought until it was too late. Although the man found pleasure in their despair and the look in their eyes when they realized that death could not be avoided, he did not understand it. Why did they choose to go through pain and suffering when a quick, fanged move would quickly take it all away? Was it the foolish desire to maintain life? To linger in this world a few extra moments? Haku saw the world as it was, and he always seemed to expect that it was obvious to the rest of the restless souls as well. It was pathetic how often he was proven wrong. Perhaps that was why he was withering away so much faster now. The demon was right, always was.
Her fangs wanted to rasp and tear through his skin, but the male twisted his muzzle sharply; expecting such a thing. Getting a proper blow to the face in the starting phrase was a move that rarely worked. The large female did not disappoint, did not meekly allow his teeth to sink deeply into her face and cause her immediate defeat. His fangs dived to counter hers and they clashed together, singing loudly in the lifeless world where only these two dreamers existed. He could feel the sensation of damaged nerves timidly registering damage, but they were shallow, insignificant cuts as his jaws met hers. His claws found warm flesh and dug greedily into the soft tissue.
A more revered colour danced out from the hidden lines beneath her fur that were slowly created by his slicing paws. His hold on her was not good, and the limited muscles in his paws jerked in an attempt to hook better on to her flesh. She was reluctant to assist him at this task and her body danced away; causing his claws to go shallow before letting go completely. Balance was had been maintained with the remaining front limb and he pressed onwards despite the dangerous closeness of their competing jaws. She pulled back and he watched her muscles work as she rose up on her hind legs just to come crushing down on him. Brute force was something that large beast had plenty of, but the moves were heavy. Haku had learned from own experience that such moves could be brutally successful, yet huge risk was taken.
Originally this was the way Haku would have fought, though he did his best not to put too much of his own resources and strength into bolder moves. His movement did not often give away the next strike, and if he failed at a move he would not suffer as his body reluctantly gathered after having put his whole body into it. His hind legs pushed against the death soil and he met her. He pushed up against her as she pummelled down; meeting her halfway while dancing slightly to the right and withdrawing his left upper body as best he could as her paw came down on him. It did not hinder her move from meeting the target, but the full intended strength was not able to get through. The secui’d neck and shoulder was well armoured with arctic fur, thicker skin and tough muscles from many years of daily workout. It was a small sacrifice for a chance to reach her more vulnerable areas such as her tempting throat and delicate belly.
His jaws sought to move beneath her deadly fangs, down to where her delicious blood ran strong through that particularly large blood vein. Her weight was still coming down on her, but his hand legs stood strong and he allowed his left front leg to swiftly swipe for her vulnerable belly. No particular strength was given into the attack on her underside, but then again not that much was needed for that soft area to puncture and bleed pink candy. Blood motes had started their glorious task of populating the crisp air that had been strangely scentless until now. He drew in that attractive scent – felt desire rip through him. It belonged to both of them, but Haku did not necessarily require another individual’s blood in order to get high on the scent. His body screamed with the lust for more.
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ooc: a) Deep wound to the chest, brought on by his claws and made deeper by her own weight pushed against them; she is now bleeding out. 1) She takes another lunge for his throat/chest while trying sink her claws into the wound already on his shoulder
Searing pain overcame her muzzle. Their muzzles latched into a dangerous kiss with fangs rending through the soft flesh of his snout...the warm essence of his life gracing her tongue in a bleeding trickle to wet her pallet. Her own blood sprang forth, though blow of his claws successful in that she was wounded but less than she could have been had her stance remained idle and dumbstruck. This clash would have ended much too quickly had she forgone her preservation instinct and left herself to suffer the inevitable. But not now…not with life this coursing through her.
Her ascent was to regain strength and bear her weight down, coupled with a strike to his face. Bravery would be mistaken for foolishness for the amount of herself that stood exposed. A skilled warrior would see this without flaw, and take his rite, piercing through the soft flesh with his fangs and calling himself victor. Expectation was her one foresight into the future, her only inkling of what would come to pass. His pressure butted against her own, a damn of muscle hindering the flow of precious rubies. The forced was enough to incite recoil, the she-wolf reared further back, putting her balance to the test as her upper portion leaned away as the blood lusting fangs snapped for her throat. Her balance was not spectacular on dual limbs, but enough instinct had her hobble back to remain upright. It was in that moment she was lost to her ascended high, raised both forelimbs again to strike through him, yet pain overwhelmed, the copper flood stung her nostrils with a sheer intensity to cripple her endeavor. Her breast on fire, she fell away into the mist, plummeting to her back and recoiled to her side.
Time was a luxury, the warning bell of battle still raged in her ears and forced her to stand again. She felt the flood burst from her own dam, staining the air with a marvelous and putrid scent that splayed her lips wide with rage and pumped the never-ending stream of adrenaline through her body. She felt the wound without sight, felt how it burned with each intake of breath, felt how with each exhale more of her essential life drain away. Suffice it that strike was better than a slash to the throat, but it only meant her death would be slow. Her eyes pricked with indignation, anger subsided and was replaced with understanding. Though her body remained rigid, her snarls gave way to disgruntled growls.
The blue eyes of the devil were beautiful in their lust, so passionately absorbed she imagined nothing could detour him from this. A haggard breath pushed the blood from the gashes in her chest though she inhaled deeply the stink of her own demise. Sharp claws tore at the ground in her advance, gnashing teeth bore with a tremendous snarl. Her body was lined to ram him, to take a bite from his chest and see to it a scar would remain. She raised her left foreleg and sought to gasp deeper into the glaring wound.
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Oh, how her flesh danced away from his hungry jaws. He sought her pulsing throat as his vision turned black with unadulterated greed. She leaned away from him and refused to soothe his drenched throat. He wanted to pursuit her delicious jugular further, but knew well that he would only waste moments that could be better spent. Teeth found her flesh and dug into her chest with all the force he could muster. His ecstasy was crippled with the amount of fur filling his mouth, but ah – red liquid poured out from the wound. He had dug deep and involuntarily followed her twisting body for a moment before he managed to detach his blood stained daggers from her lovely flesh. Salmon tongue darted quickly out to caress the tips of his oversized secui fangs and his heart fluttered with deadly desire now. Her precious blood had spoiled his warm chocolate fur, but Haku revelled at the deep red spray oozing from her punctured chest.
Instead of withering away and seeking escape she lunged at him again. Surprise was lit in his eyes, though it was not unknown to him that mortally injured beasts could easily be the most dangerous of them all. His brain noted this fact, but everything was pushed away now when crimson was starting to blur his vision. An emotion similar to both joy and impossible rage burned through him like a wildfire through dry grass; devouring everything in its path. He refreshed – reborn – as they collided heavily and a set of sharpened claws again found his already damaged shoulder. His body registered the sensation of damaged nerves sending jolts of actual pain into his drugged system, but he could not afford to acknowledge such a trivial sensation when the hunger overwhelmed his whole being. She could tear away all she wanted. His face moved rapidly and their hungry jaws collided again as they both sought for the same targets.
The large male pushed against her as he tried to gnaw off her face. Haku’s main weapon was his lethal jaws now, and he used all four limbs to push against her. Air danced with crimson molecules and his heart sang out with ecstasy as he pushed and pushed to rip open more skin to let out the delicious liquid.
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ooc:Bleeding out due to her wounds. Suffered a hole in the chest from his gouging. Feel free to kill her.
Terrible sickness settled in the pit of her stomach. Realization hung overhead with the greed and grace of a starving vulture, dipping down just to remain in her line of sight and remind the bitch what was coming for her. Death’s avian would have her soon, pick the flesh from her form and fill its gullet as it saw fit. The urge to vomit overcame, not once, but twice, and in this second coming was the misted ground burdened by her bile and blood. Her chest heaved another heavy breath, the coppery taste lined her mouth and caused the world to spin. Was really the end?
The kiss of their jaws was unforgiving and brutal. She felt the crush of her low maw as the more powerful set sought its mark they just as quickly lashed for her throat, her chest…everything. Blood poured from her wound with the race of adrenaline, the bulk of this demon baring down on her like death itself and stealing what lingered of her strength. Her claws sank deeper into his shoulder but something terrible had been down to her front in comparison. Each drop drained a little more of her reserves, the world became gradually became darker. A hole now presided her chest, his fangs having torn the rich fur away and stained it crimson.
Her efforts came down to a single act. Never in her life had she wished for her sibling’s ability more than she did now. But, if this truly were a dream, perhaps the gods would have mercy and let her experience it once in her final minutes. Please…let it be so. Her voice escalated into a final cry of strength, her paws launched toward to take hold of the devil’s muzzle and spread it apart and rid herself of the terror. She pushed on opposite ends, attempting to jar it farther than the wide mouth would allow, all the while remaining on her recoiled hind limbs crushing down under their combined weight. The world darkened still…the air thick with their blood invaded her nostrils and roused bile and blood to spew from her throat again. Against her mustered strength she pushed him away…but it was not long before her determination came unrewarded, and her strength gave out.
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Blurred vision with red splashed across the screen registered the moving form slowly giving in. She was not giving up – that he no longer expected, but her strength was slowly fading into weakness, betraying her. Haku’s reserves seemed unlimited as the rush of his blood frenzy continuously roared in his ears, causing the demon to edge him on until he got what his hungry fangs searched so for. Though his ruined shoulder was being gauged and destroyed he could not bear to take his attention away from her luscious front. His heart throbbed joyfully against the inside of his armoured chest, for this was the world he wanted to live in. He was unaware of the mixture of blood muddled with bile that erupted from the female’s mouth – all he knew was that he desperately needed to sink his teeth into her flesh and draw out that precious red.
There was no way for the male to tell the duration of their deadly kisses, but suddenly his world lighted up again as his sharp fangs dug deep into her chest again. His body cringed slightly from the heavy claws dug into his shoulder, but other needs had to come first. This time he held on and drank greedily from her crimson weeping chest. His body expressed relief when his shoulder was finally free. Sharp claws dug into his muzzle and attempted to draw him away from oblivion. For a moment his jaws were parted as puzzlement was the ruling force in the man’s world. The move seemed odd, though it was made by a being that was dying. There was no dignity or thought left, only desperation.
Being in his secui form where his jaws were at their most powerful, he resisted and recovered as she tried to open wider. Perhaps this move could have succeeded if her clawed paws had been optime hands. His jaws were stronger than the limbs that were mostly designed to support a heavy body. She held on, however, but her strength was fading away with the nonexistent wind. Claws lashed out toward her exposed underside as his jaws battled for freedom to dig into her soft chest again. Both knew it was over, but desperation did not run less furious through him as he pushed and pushed to seek his oblivion.
She dwindled away and her body was heavy as he slowly pushed her over, following close as her back collapsed against the hard ground. Red made her even more beautiful, but the beast had no time to admire true art as his fangs found the feebly thudding vein in her throat and let the woman’s soul go. For a moment he was embraced with bliss before her form faded away – impossibly but true. The devil’s fangs dug furiously into the grounds where her limb body should be. He turned on his ruined shoulder and gnawed at it without reaching the same pleasurable peak as he tasted his own, tainted blood. It was not the same. They had cheated him for what he craved. Blue eyes could suddenly see clearly and he saw the mist give way for the large structure that represented the soul of the vessel. This wasn’t real. He could hear the child weep, and the hidden sky above opened and mourned down on him.
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