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This world is so strange to the patterned male. A thick white fog rolled over the cold like ground that felt like rock under his paws, it was like a never ending place that was nowhere in itself. Color didn't seem to be anywhere as the dull color of a brownish orange filled the sky, though it wasn't dark but yet every made him fill so wary. That fog was like a wall in his mind as well on his eyes. This was not something he has ever heard of or ever dreamed of in his life, such a place didn't fit in his mind on earth.
Looking around his crimson eyes looked at the alien world around him as his hair bristled along his back, what he was doing here and why seemed like a hole in his brain. How the husky go to this place was a mix of feelings and images that seem like sand in the lake, they don't make sense, nothing makes sense. Trotting there the thick mass of fog his claws clicked, the seemed to click to loudly so he stopped. Confusion was starting to build a anger at this place, a dream, this is all a dream but his mission is still unclear. Breathing there was a off sound but his nose filled with the smell of something strong, like sulfur or another naturally metal.
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Brennt had awoken into a deep dream. He was alone, but that did not make him afraid: he always did alright by himself, it was around others where he felt uncomfortable, alone, victimized. It was several moments before he smelled the air and a very primitive idea began slithering into his mind. He was trapped. He looked around, seeing the clouds and the endless white. He wanted the hard metal and glass walls of the humans...they had protected him from Cwmfen, who was mean to him and tried to hurt him when he wanted to eat. They weren't her puppies, they were never her puppies! She shouldn't have stopped him. She shouldn't care! Why did everyone care more about them than they cared about him? Why did mother care more about the new puppies than she did about her old ones?!
He was afraid, because he was somewhere he didn't know and somehow he knew that out there, in the strange and unnatural smells wafting forward on the waves of mist, that someone was here to hurt him. Someone was here to kill him. Was it Cwmfen? No. He scented the air more fervently, and soon he pieced together who it was that lurked for him behind the fog. It was a pack wolf. Male. He was afraid...boys were meaner than girls. Pallok had tried to kill him. But...but that hadn't happened. Pallok had been mean, he had said mean things and tried to hurt Brennt. Brennt had killed him. Slowly, his emotions welling up and overcoming him, his woefully inadequate social mind exhausted itself and subsided, leaving behind something far more assured of its own interests and knowing how to contend with violent adversaries. The predator lowered its nose to the ground and began seeking the trail of the other one in the mist.
Before long, it found him. It did not know Leroy's name. It did not know names at all. It knew no language nor society. It could have led a wolf pack of old, but the ones who populated the world now spoke too much, complicated their lives, said and did things that were superfluous, over its head. What it had was the will to survive, and when needed, the will to kill. As soon as it spied the shadow of the husky's form through the mist, it launched itself at him, teeth bared and running fast enough to bowl him over.
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Everything in this place was gone! A explotion of action sent his mind to a place that he didn't get to think of. Leroy's body reacted suddenly at the sound of his attacker as this missoin became clearer then ever, bolting forward his patterened body dodged most of his massive attack though his lower body was thrown slighty like a fish tail movement. A loud snarl rang out of his throat as he darted forward, claws digging into the ground as his whipped around with his jaws open, head lowered to protect his throat, and throwing his weight back. This dream was nothing like leroy ever had felt before, this wasn't a life or place he has ever been before. The pain throbbed through his hind hips.
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I wrote this up really quick, so I can change it easily if you need me too: is it alright if I deal the first serious wound early on? Let me know (pm my Jantus account) and I'll undue this bit of powerplay here. I was thinking that Leroy could fully remove an ear in answer, if you'd like? Also, I've made Brennt's intentions clear in the second paragraph: and I assure you that by no means do I expect Leroy to fall this early!
The packwolf's fangs snapped shut onto the predator's haunch, and it curled its body, turning inward at an alarming angle, pulling its fangs within reach of its enemy's shoulder and plunging its fangs inward. The pain infuriated the monster, and it poured all of its fury into the bunching muscles of its jaws, seeking to tear and wholly ruin the flesh of the dog before it. It managed to get its hips free of the enemy's mouth and began driving forward with all four legs, its snout and neck too close to the black and white canine to grant him a good grip...inside the guard of his long muzzle. The predator's ears could be snatched and ripped from this position, but it was fully enthralled in its feral rage, and it knew no fear.
It began pulling and tugging on the hunk of meat between its teeth, bucking and yanking and doing everything in its power to lever and pull its foe off of his feet, where it would gain the top and rain down its flashing teeth onto his grounded form. That was its favorite method of wolf-killing, and had nearly worked on both black she wolves who had tried to get in its way. The one with the white eyes, who the predator could not recall was named Cwmfen, had been skilled and level-headed enough to get up again, but most wolves weren't. If it could get on top, it could probably kill this one, too.
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The sudden taste of the blood thrilled Leroy as the loner let out his on rage, jerking his head around Leroy let his own jaws tear at the other's flesh. Snarls flooded his throat, filling the air in his lung and into the fur an flesh of the brown loner. Ripping itself free from the husky's jaws Leroy moved to dart out of the way of the other, this time the husky didn't move clear from the jaws of the brown male. A painful snarl left his lips when his jerked suddenly, the crunching of his ear was so loud as the blood poured down the side of his head. Legs flexed and tensed under his patterned coat to help hold himself better as the brown male thrashed and jerked his head wildly, snarling Leroy jerked aganist the other male with his own will to feel growing wild within him. Opening his blood red eyes Leroy watched as the male moved to jerk away from him, suddenly, swiftly, and painfully Leroy jerked away as the loud sound of ripping flesh filled his skull.
A loud roar left his open jaws as his launched himself forward as the connection between was gone, slamming his shoulder and upper body into off balance male. The impact was loud and strong as it sent the husky up onto his hind legs, jaws open Leroy darted at the imporotant things that the male needed and was soo close to him. The loud snap of his jaws quickly aimed for the side of his neck and near his eyes, legs flexing to hold himself up as his front paws clawed at anything open.
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OOC--This attack is pretty devastating. Let me know, and I'll change it. The main idea was to give Leroy a big incentive to get off of Brennt.
The ear had been torn off. Both wolves had been bitterly wounded, with the predator's ear gone and a bleeding, ragged mass of flesh on top of Leroy's shoulder. Nonetheless, the pack wolf managed to drive forward, and plowed through his enemy, landing the predator on its back and roaring down with his teeth to take the creature's life, claws digging and fangs snapping. The predator had flinched away at the pain in its ear, but its rage overpowered its fear, and it seized the first thing its fangs could take as the pack wolf's fangs flew towards its neck.
Clap. Bloody brown jaws shut suddenly down on the muzzle of the husky, fangs digging into his jaws. The predator had bitten down on the top jaw of its attacker, and now it applied the bone-breaking force of its kind. No shattering came yet, but it could hear the straining of the skull-bone as its jaw-muscles bunched and clenched. Pain. Pain, pain, and more pain the attack must have caused, for the predator could taste blood and hear sliding flesh, failing bone. The husky's lower jaw could snap shut all he desired, but with the top between its own teeth, its foe's primary weapon was neutralized.
The monster threw its head violently back and forth, hoping to saw flesh and crack jaw, to inflict such massive and disastrous pain and damage that its foe had no choice but to relent. Digging claws drew blood along its chest, but dog nails were dull and dog toes were feeble...they were not immediately life-threatening. The predator had an instinctual understanding of wolves and battle; it was more in tune with what had been than what was, how wolves were before to how they were now. It knew things that many had forgotten, but could never learn what so many took for granted. Today what it knew was that the husky's jaw would send vicious shocks of pain through his body from now on whenever he tried to bite down. That could mean death in the long run, especially if he needed to hunt for himself. More importantly, it meant that his bite force for the remainder of the fight would be a fraction of his true strength.
[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... royban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 1) he slams his upper weight down on his chest to knock the air out of him an to get him to let go of his mussle. 2) Tries to dig his hind claws on the under belly. 3) jumps back before darting at his lower belly with jaws, if it stricks right he'll have enough pressure to do fatel damage.
Leroy's attack was cut short by the grib on his upper jaw, snarling madly Leroy snapped wildly against the pain that tried to force him away. He wouldn't give up just yet. Blood stained the side of his head from his missing ear , red eyes was wild and crazy as they stared down at the other male. Quickly jumping up Leroy brought down his front paws, and his body weight onto the other male's chest as he thrashed his head to free himself.
Shacking his head against the male's jaws the pressure was starting to be too much on his jaws, thrashing he kicked, and dug his hind legs widly at the other's lower belly. Pulling harder it was painful but a relief when his jaws ripped free from the loner's. Jumping back Leroy had time to gather himself while the other got to his feet, snarling his maw was wounded and that could put him out and he knew it. Breathing loudly he stared at the other male before bolting forward, if this wound is going to kill him then he has nothing to loose. Jaw open, head low Leroy moved quickly before it has gathered his feet, blood jaws seeked his soft un gaurded belly with though white weapons inside his wounded jaws.
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OOC--Brennt is the one with the missing ear, correct? Leroy tore it off when Brennt was chewing on his shoulder?
Also, I'm hoping my writing is clear enough, but if you'd prefer we describe actions out of character as well, I can. 1) Brennt gets up, and counters Leroy's low stance with a higher one, grabbing the ruff of his neck and proceeding to use that hold to push him into the ground.
2) From there, Brennt positions himself so that he's standing on top of Leroy (with his legs planted in the ground around him preventing him from rolling to safety) and then starts attacking downward with his fangs.
It had worked. There were scratches and bloody trails on the predator's underside, and its ribs were sore where the other wolf had pushed and jumped on them, but battered though it was, its ploy had worked and it stood again. Its good ear was flat against its neck and bloodied fangs were bared white and red for its enemy to see. It had sustained great damage, but the damage was superficial. It smelled blood in the air and wanted to go in for the kill. The husky, who had his legs beneath him sooner, made the move first, however.
The predator's flank was exposed as the wolf ran in, but swinging its hips back its own jaws found home in the ruff of its enemy's neck. Snapping teeth and flying fur answered it, but it had taken the higher stance, which--because it had avoided a bite to the belly or throat--was now the advantageous position. Now it held Leroy awkwardly by the neck, and with its jaws shut on him and its body lined up perpendicular to his own, it could drive him down from the side to where it had wanted him all along.
Both males were strong, very strong, neither holding the edge over the other. What that meant was that it all came down to leverage, and from its current position, the feral wolf was not contested. It powered Leroy into the dirt from his side, pushing its weight onto his neck and forcing his bleeding jaws into the ground. The clouds were thicker now, solid, a strangely solidifying clay steaming with thick and humid miasma. Brennt stepped over the pinned wolf's body and released the hold. Its claws would not be used, it needed all four legs for stability: it had worked hard to bring its enemy here, beneath it, with itself standing on top. It would not easily lose this perfect position. Now its jaws snapped down, again and again, savaging the face and neck of its enemy. From here, it intended to unleash its fury until its opponent was dead of a hundred fang wounds. It could kill him here. If it did not, it intended to mutilate his body so badly he would never gain the upper hand again.
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No! Hitting the ground quickly and roughly the air was knocked out of the husky with a quick gasp of air, the jaws slammed into the back of his neck and that sent his mind on high alert. Snarling, Leroy's wounded jaws bared his dangourse teeth as they pressed into the ground. Thrashing about his body was trapted by the loners, legs moved wildly to get himself up. A roar of anger and pain left his throat at the crushing jaws attacking his neck, kicking his legs Leroy tryed to hit the loners while jerking his shoulders about. Red eyes were wide and wild as thrashed against the pain of his own neck being torn. Each bite was so loud in his skull that would drive him insane. He must get up, kicking at the hind legs Leroy tried to get his front paws planted as he snarled against the pain. If he doesn't hurry it'll all be over.
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Well, I won't end it without your permission. Just let me know how long we want to make this/how far beyond this point we want it to go. Brennt could finish it here, or Leroy could get up and draw it out?
The predator's jaws flew down again and again, buried under the flesh to meet beneath it and to be drawn explosively up into the air again. The nuance of the fight was over now, it had come down to one wolf killing another, and each merciless attack was punctuated with a small splash of blood and tearing flesh. The hunter wanted its enemy's life, there was nothing else which would satisfy it. Once this one was killed, others would know better than to threaten it. It could not remember what this packwolf had done to announce its aggression, but it had known he was here to kill it, had known it since before it had seen him, and hunted him down to prevent that outcome. It had no doubt that he would kill it given the chance. It was protecting itself, but that did not negate the smell of hostility pouring from its bleeding body.
Clawed feet kicked out at its hind legs and scored them with their nails, but that would not be enough. The predator lowered its stance further, its jaws clapping shut around Leroy's face, ears, eyes and already damaged snout. Death, death, death take him! The predator was not known for its technique, and as far as big wolves went, there were far larger. Its foes, such as they had been, had noted it for its ceaseless endurance and relentless temperament. It was fast for its size, which made the hail of falling savagery all the more devastating. Its prey had managed to roll over, to get his feet beneath him, though suffering greatly for the effort. It fastened its teeth on the nape of his neck, trying to hold him in place, not wanting for him to escape. He was so close to death, it had him where it wanted him, and it wanted him to stay put to meet his end.
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Leroy has been close to death before, but that instictive thought feeling that he must do somthing or it is over. A loud snarl erupted form his lungs like none he can recall before, thrashing his head about when the male bite down over his mouth. Blood rolled down from his neck, it almost polled around him and though it hasn't kicked him its draining him. NO! His effort was wasted quickly with a yelp left him, the jaws clasped on his neck again. So close was he to his throat but it was merely on the other side. Throwing his shoulder back Leroy's legs wouldn't do as he demanded them, they woobled to push him up and fight or flee, his coat soaked with the ever loss of his blood that fueled him. Snarling his jaws snaped at the nearest foot, teeth hungring to take somthing from the male before his body gave out. Pain filled him and weakness slowly over took his strength. Red eyes wide matched the color of blood that poured from his wounds and pooled around him. Snarls and cried left him as he struggled, the male jerked and ripped and ever so slowly Leroy's body stopped. Paws quite kicking, eyes were still, maw stopped snapping, and his breathing was no longer heard.
This was just a place where dreams are too real.
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Alright, fair enough. It was fun, thanks for your participation! I am going to ask around to see if those who have lost would be interested in a double-elimination style losers' bracket (which would permit everyone who lost this round to keep going until they lose a second time). I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, let's leave this up for a bit until round 2, as Lascivio Aedes is never very busy anyway.
The onslaught was total, and besides the one brief interruption when the male had tried frantically to escape before being grabbed and pulled back by his merciless attacker, it had gone unimpeded on until the end. Eventually, when Leroy's motions had become sluggish with exhaustion and loss of blood, when he was no longer fast or strong enough to resist, the predator had secured a grip on his throat, and squeezed. As the adrenaline surge curtailed the pain in the hunter's body began to grow and the beast's immense satisfaction at making its kill was nearly overcome by its distress at its own injuries.
It had very little use for personal pride, and so while it felt glad that it had succeeded, it did not dwell on the implications of its successful kill. For now, it would stumble back through the fog until it could find its den in the human ruins...it didn't know where to find it in all this fog, but with the certainty one can only find in dreams, it knew that its den was in there, and soon it would be in there, sleeping again, and healing.
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