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The structure was concrete and as real as everything else in this foggy world. This dream was not the same however. The delicious taste of the life he had stolen from the royal woman enchanted no longer his taste buds. His shoulder was healed and it was as if the encounter had not happened. Perhaps it had not. Images lacked debt and seemed to slowly blur out into nothing. At first this had infuriated the blackened echo of a soul within the beautiful blue pools, but now his focus could not embrace what stayed behind in time. All he could do was to continue forwards and revel at the terrible hunger that was blooming inside his chest. This was not the hunger that haunted him daily. It was formless yet so horribly concrete that it was becoming hard to find his thoughts. Everything that once had mattered grew faint in comparison. It was the child’s growing desperation mingled with a final yet faint touch of foolish hope that caused this desire to howl through his core. The time had come.
Slowly, oh so slowly, Haku entered the empty shell of a house – the epitomized form of his own subconscious. Though this was not the true realm where his rule was supreme, his hunger drove him forwards to find the child that had followed him for so many years. It was all about to end and the dark shadow was finally about to spread its dark wings to destroy the world. He was so close, so close. Wooden floor shrieked as he walked from the entrance into the oversized living room. The sad, remaining forms of furniture that once had been grand only assisted sending chills through the man’s body. There was a large, blackened mark in the middle of the floor that no doubt had been caused by a large pool of blood. Whose blood did not matter. The man did not realize that he was standing in his optime form until he lifted a hand to trace the pentagram burned into his flesh. A sound erupted from one of the rooms across the large space where he was currently standing. Death would again have to be delivered.
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The predator had remained awake through the first dream and on into the second. It had known even through the death of its first foe that the combat was not over. On some instinctive level it understood that what it saw was not wholly real. It would fight, but its senses were returning contradictory information, and it was confused. As the fog began to clear, and it realized that it was in a human structure that was not its own, it began to shift upward. Thick muscle bulged beneath its growing arms and legs, and its skin and bones stretched to accommodate them. Slowly, the scent of another inside the structure wafted through the old blood stains and smell of old, dead wood. Dried blood was somewhere here, as well. Its senses were alive and alert, and its claws stretched out, hooked and black from its five fingers.
The hunter's yellow eyes focused forward to the doorway where it felt its enemy approaching. Its lips pulled back from its curved fangs as it pushed itself onto two legs. Its bulky frame tensed with readiness as the creaking floor betrayed movement beyond, its brown fur standing straight up and undisturbed in the musty, windless room. Soon, the blood of victory would stain its teeth and claws, and its muscles would burn with the familiar strain of battle. Its heart-rate increased as did its breathing. Battle was coming. Battle was coming and it would be ready. This creature sought to kill it...they would be tested soon. Whose will to live was greater?
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He knew whose blood was splattered across the floor, on the walls. He wondered about them; wondered if spiritual fragments of them lurked within the hollow structure. The thing inside the room opposite of him, was it another memory? Was it real? Did it have flesh for him to devour? The large man seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure how he could find concentration with the echoes of a dying child from the invisible stairways down to the basement. Whoever it was in the other room was blocking his desired path. Deadly fangs were revealed as his lips pulled back to find his lust. He crouched slightly as he moved towards the doorway. Heart-rate remained slow and steady, untouchable and unchangeable until the first drop was to spill to the ground and bring it to life. Haku acknowledged hunger, acknowledged the opponent that so foolishly would try to keep him from what was rightfully his. Muscles tensed and exploded into motion and brought him in through the door way and into the face of his hidden opponent.
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OOC~Brennt's never had to deal with anyone like Haku before XD If this powerplay is unacceptable, let me know. I thought that giving him the upper hand early on would help to make it interesting, as--short of an unexpected surge of strength--he doesn't have any tools for turning fights around once they go south.
The creature that burst through the doorway was a blur of brown fur and a white flash of fangs. For a moment, as if in slow motion, the predator's pupils dilated within their yellow rings, and its jaws began to part as its head followed the intruder's trajectory into the room. As it had against Dawali, the predator stood off to the side, waiting for its pursuer to enter the room after it. Brennt was a stupid wolf, but when he had forgotten himself, when the child of his mother was put away, he became a creature of superb instinct, of exquisite ferocity, of primeval intensity and cunning. The brown-gray were surged into its charging enemy, pinning him against the wall, fangs biting into his collar and sinking black claws deep under the skin before lifting him up, into the air with the muscles in his arms and neck, and slamming them down to the ground with such viciousness as would level any lesser opponent. The floorboards wailed against the impact, and roared as toe-claws dug tracks through them seeking purchase as the two foes scrambled for position.
The predator had already learned that it was a little bigger than its opponent, which was important. That meant that pinning him to the ground should be possible, and if it could do that, it could kill him. The monster was outrageously strong, but it had no conception of who it was fighting, or what rival expertise it faced. As a combatant, it excelled in combat instinct, in endurance and strength, and was notable for being capable of great speeds at its size. It had faced those who were wholly beneath it in ability, as well as those who exceeded it in strength and size, and one whose skill was great enough to counter its instincts and size. It could not know what obstacles this enemy would pose for it...only that getting enemies on the ground made them much easier to kill, and because analysis was not a tool at its disposal, a fast-paced battle with no intervals for planning was usually to its advantage.
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Although this was probably exactly what he was in this twisted world, Haku tossed his body into the room believing that he could not be blind in his own home base. It was just an illusion he had been thrown into, but he was certain that he had walked this floor and he could forever hear the sobs of the little boy whose death was so very close now. It was just natural that there was a guardian with a child’s mind there to protect his puppy self. Sharp claws rather than nails dug into his skin and he twisted around and accepted a sudden embrace that held as much warmth as their instant electric eye contact of blue and yellow. There were no first introductions of any kind, just pure brute force seeking for his death instantly. This was exactly how Haku Soul wanted it. Tear, rip, kill, then go and end the child once and for all and reach eternity. The gray-brown creature seemed to want to lift him and toss him away, but Haku had sets of dangerous claws too and went through think fur and into flesh on the man’s upper arms. This was not to keep a grip on his opponent – no, not at all. Dugs dug deep and he pulled with destroying force in an attempt to have his claws run deep along the man’s arm and sever biceps and triceps.
Teeth were digging into the earthen coloured Dahlian’s neckline and he greedily started his attempt to chew the bastard’s shoulder away – not even bothering attempting to target the neck and try to get through all the fur just to meet isolation in the form of muscle and fat. He felt the enemy’s fangs reach skin and cause wet crimson to flee, but before any solution could be found they both slammed into the floor. Rotten wood screamed under the sudden impact and Haku wished it would give after and shorten his journey. Focus then was forced fully on the enemy as he knew that there was no way to reach the end of his long road until all obstacles were disposed of. Claws still pressed on to disarm the man’s powerful arms, though it was dangerous to be pinned under a monster greater than himself. Haku’s fangs suddenly turned away from the brown and gray shoulder in an attempt to rip off an ear or if lucky part of the other man’s face, hoping to push the man sideways to minimize the damage those yellowing jaws could make and hence get a chance to push for the upper position.
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It works =P Also, I'm just showing off here...I fully expect Haku to be able to take what Brennt dishes out in this post! I know I tend to be brutal and direct (especially with Brennt), but I think that Haku will have a great opportunity to get an advantage and turn things around as he tries to follow Haku through the hole in the wall.
Their battle on the floorboards was vicious, and blood spattered across the ancient timbers as they creaked beneath the werewolves' shifting weight. Getting up to its knees, the predator pushed down and lifted its downed enemy a foot into the air using its head and hands, before slamming back down brutally to the floor. At the same time, Haku's seeking teeth sheered the hunter's ear clean off, and the blood vessels where the flesh had torn spurted scarlet in a modest arc. The predator answered with another bone-rattling slam, but it could not stay on the floor with Haku...the brown wolf's claws were tearing into its arms and his fangs were carving grooves in its scalp. Getting its feet underneath the two of them, the monster powered both of them back to their feet, before planting its feet firmly against the floor, and tensing every muscle in its body to hurl its attacker into the wall.
The rotten boards gave way, breaking explosively as Haku was sent through. The larger wolf gave forth a snarl which seemed to know no end as it stretched onward, and the hunter ripped one of the loose boards out of the wall to follow Haku through. It remembered this wolf now...it had met him near a puppy it had eaten. Wolves often fought over lost children...that was why he wanted to kill it. It intended to kill him first. Blood ran in rivulets through the predator's fur, a dozen claw-marks or more on each arm, causing extreme superficial damage, and scoring the muscle beneath. It would hurt the brutish monster to use its full strength now that its adrenaline was in check again. Blood still flowed freely down the side of its head...ordinarily, it would decide to run, but it didn't know a good hiding place nearby, and the brown wolf was not yet hurt badly enough that he couldn't pursue. The beast would cripple him and then beat a hasty retreat to tend its wounds.
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His skull was not maimed as he was slammed against the floor as he curved his neck and sought to eat the man’s face off.. Every time the larger beast lifted him up, Haku pulled up against the man and dug deeper into the man’s muscles. His fangs were all over the side of the beast’s face and as his vision slowly reddened he munched away the man’s ear and was awarded with a spray of beautiful, so beautiful red. The beast of chocolate and crimson let a thirsty snarl erupt as he again was slammed down against the floor and denied air in his lungs. There was pain, but he could tell that his spine was intact because of his continuous ability to rip deeper, always deeper into the amber eyed man’s arms. Before a new breath had been taken by shocked lungs he was lifted up and thrown away with such a force that attached nails ran through flesh and muscle tissue to flesh again and finally had nowhere left to hold on to. The back of the man’s head exploded into temporary darkness and he was on the floor again, though uncertain what had just happened until blue eyes spotted the open wall and the hideous monster moving towards him. He shook his fur furiously and sent pieces of wood and dust all about as he rose to support his large optime on four limbs temporarily.
He watched the red liquid dance and wondered how much blood that enormous body held within. He was halfway painted in the sticky liquid, but Haku was unable to determine the damage done. It shouldn’t matter much anyway. Teeth parted and he felt the hunger. Weak mind was weak and his demon soothingly let a blackened hand brush through the Dahlian’s fur. Hakus knew what he craved and knew that there was no choice other than to dig into the man’s body and drain him dry. Muscles contracted and he ran for the red coated optime yet again, though his aim was lower this time. Claws and teeth wanted to rip the man’s belly open and rip out whatever was to find in there. He would eat his innards and then poke out the man’s amber eyes and devour them last.
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~I'm thinking that Haku will get very badly injured here...as cat-like claws make fighting with fangs extremely dangerous, but that he could successfully open up Brennt's belly and end the fight? If you want the fight to continue, though, feel free to have Haku disengage before he successfully guts my character and before he gets his face slashed to pieces << Your call!
The two were a mess. The flesh of their arms and bodies were shredded where their claws had gripped painfully into one another. The predator's scalp was in ruin, and its foe had suffered severe bruising and possible bone damage through the abuse. The superficial damage it had sustained was greater, but with no breath, there had been stark limits to the strength of its enemy's attacks. Now it intended to finish the job it had started. With the brown wolf breathless and floored, the hunter had sought to finish its attack and end the male's life, but the hole it had made in the wall was too small...not quite large enough for itself, and it took time to squeeze through. Time enough for its enemy to find his feet again.
One wolf cleared the wall just as the other left the floor, but Haku had more strength springing upward than his foe stepping over debris, and the larger form quickly found itself shoved back toward the opening with teeth in its belly. It yelped loudly, hunching over the Dahlian's offending skull, and its claws began to dig furiously at the werewolf's face. A wolf who approached the situation clinically may have grabbed the head with one hand and gone after the eyes with the other, forcing its enemy to let go, but the predator was not a clinical fighter, and fury was as much its own tool as its enemy's. Less efficient, less permanent, but far more brutal, its clawed fingers began carving terrible tracks through its foe-wolf's face. It couldn't pry his jaws from its belly, the pain was terrible and Haku could have kept hold using his own arms. As long as he held the belly, however, his face was in easy reach, and the predator would make him pay for whatever gains he made. The eyes, ears, nose, cheeks...its claws scrambled and gouged indiscriminately.
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The delicious liquid was in his mouth and clouding his once so clear eyesight. He felt purpose come and swipe him away and he could hear his twisted demon laugh and gloat as the giant and the vessel fought. Nerves screamed with distress and pain, but Haku’s body was too damaged to fully take in the full impact. It had been quite a while since he had engaged in a fight as lethal as now. He had gutted many souls and feasted on their flesh like he once had seen this large and unreasonable strong brute kill and devour a child. The sight had thrilled the demonic Dahlian member beyond anything and perhaps it was this particular incident that had caused Haku to test out and then develop a proper hunger for canine flesh. Haku’s greed for wolfen flesh was not merely because of the taste – he adored the blood and believed that by devouring the still warm body he would also devour their soul and forever chain the souls down so they were never to reach heaven. He knew that there was a spiritual plan. He saw the dark shadow creeping across the earth leaving a trail of death behind. He recognized them, for some of them were souls that he had swallowed and turned final freedom into eternal slavery. The demon snickered behind the scene and knew that his father was well pleased with the turmoil this brilliant vessel managed to create. It had been an excellent choice indeed, and still the plans for the future were crystal clear. The ninth knew exactly what would happen and revelled at the beauty of it all just as Haku revelled at the red liquid that was more addicting than any narcotic ever would be.
Blue eyes were unable to realize that he gained valuable time because his opponent was too large for the hole created by his body diving through the wall. What he saw was blood and the end of everything. It struck him as very strange that a child eater had been sent to separate Haku from his inner child. The child needed to be destroyed and here was the feral monster protecting what normally would have been treated like a meal. This was a clear sign that this was not the real world. Still, Haku Soul wished for this to be real. He could suffer all damage in the world and lose all his blood if he in exchange could rip out the child’s throat once and for all. The chocolate and cream brute did not understand why he felt this way and knew that he had to deliver death to the creature that he once had originated from; he just knew that this was inevitable and that it had to be done as quickly as possible. The mortal, material world was harder to deal with in order to reach his inner levels – like swimming through some thick substance and never even get a glimpse of the goal. He usually wandered through darkness, but in this world everything was concrete and clear. He needed to end this now and break the final chains that were holding his beloved demon’s feet to the ground. Angels were supposed to spread their wings and soar through the sky – even fallen angels.
The ninth had never managed to take wings for he had not existed the day his father had been tossed down from the heavens with thunder and lightening burning the beautiful feather wings and turning them black. Darkness had been tossed down to the earth and evil had crawled down beneath the surface. A dark shadow with jagged teeth and hollow sockets lacking eyes floated through the wall and for a moment Haku almost felt fear enter his mutilated body. Was it exhaustion or perhaps even death in some form? Consciousness seemed to slam the blue eyes male back into the present and he felt beautiful liquid soar out through between his jaws and he realized that he had successfully found his opponent’s soft belly and ripped away and clawed whatever flesh he could find in immediate closeness. He needed to puncture the man’s belly, dig in and find that tasty heart. He needed the soul – the dark shadow creature was hungry, was watching him with its empty eyes and expecting sacrifice. It was Haku’s duty to provide them with blood and flesh and fresh death. It was his duty for he was the god of death and decay and he had to take care of his devilish minions.
Claws found his face and tore up new paths. Haku had no time to take in disappointment by registering the strength in the beast’s fingers. He had hoped that the muscle tissue had damaged enough to mineralize use of claws, but his own was now running down his own scalp and face and he could not do anything but to grin brilliantly. This was Haku’s world and he kept biting and ripping deeper into the other man’s belly – too eager to seek out the other creature’s death to worry about his own. Of course there was no reason to worry, for Haku was immortal. The brown giant could claw away and never be able to cause his death. Haku did not understand how wrong his twisted mind was, but this was both a strength and a weakness. He never fell back, never surrendered. His eyes knew death and did not understand mercy. Creatures would follow him because his eyes spoke of absolution and his aura spoke of immortality. Haku knew what he wanted from life, though most of the time he was steered by subconscious motivation that he could not understand. He only saw the shadows and he believed in their purpose just as he believed in his own. He had seen his lord and saviour and knew too well what would happen to the world once his task was done. Perhaps Haku’s task was to deliver holocaust, perhaps not. Either way he was deadly because he believed.
Insanity rippled through and crazed laughter found its way out through crushing fangs as he bathed in delicious blood. Ears were ripped to threads and his vision had already been devoured by dark red and he could no longer tell whether or not he still had his brilliantly blue orbs. Little did it matter, for Haku’s fangs finally ripped through fur and skin and muscle and fat. His jaws clasped together hungrily and his ripped his damaged face away with soft, almost slippery entrails in his fangs. He shook his head and ignored the darkness that wanted to overtake his world. Blood and gore was everywhere and the male opened his jaws and let the maddening laughter echo through the empty human building. He felt an unusual weakness touch his form and his mind, but he turned back to where his opponent had been and charged blindly to feast on the man’s still living flesh. Blood was everywhere and his stomach twisted at the strength of the coppery stench that seemed to be everywhere.
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~Mine won't be that long =P Good luck in the final round.
The predator had taken its attacker's eyes, which its instinct told it was not something that could be ignored. It had defended itself very well, and used its strength and size appropriately for fighting its opponent. Nevertheless, where the civilized minds of modern wolves usually worked against them when fighting a primitive beast like itself, that was not always the case. The black she-wolf who it could not remember was called Cwmfen had turned her faster, sharper mind to learning excellent technique and maintaining utter calm during combat, and had therefore become a warrior who could oppose even a creature of such monstrous strength and speed as itself. Likewise, the complexity of Haku's mind had enabled him to delve into a deeper, darker chasm of the mind than any beast of nature could enter. The brown wolf's madness was not replicable by any means available to the hunter, because ultimately, the objective of the hunter was to survive, and all of its aggression stemmed from that basic need. Its foe could (if not intentionally) cultivate a need which surpassed that one, which usually was a mistake, but pushed the demon's limit beyond where the predator could go.
Pained whimpering echoed through the house...the beast had no pride of its own, no need to prove itself or shame at expressing its pain and weakness. Its belly had burst, its organs were drawn out, and every nerve-ending laced through that flesh seared in agony as hungry fangs violated them. The creature which had done this to the predator was beyond anything its instincts could have anticipated, not a naturally occurring threat: its eyes and years were gone, its face was awash with its own blood, its gums and scalp were sliced open and still it came on, lost in revelry amidst the scattered entrails. Whatever it was, whether demon or simply psychotic, the hunter could not classify it as a wolf in mind, and had been unable to match its drive. A will to survive it had, but its own will to kill hinged on that need, and therefore the fight's last moments had come down to one wolf struggling at the end to achieve life while the other struggled to achieve death.
The predator was a survivor in a world where everything was striving to live...it could not cope with a personification of death. Haku had permitted his face to be utterly destroyed, had prioritized the death of the predator above his own sight, his own hearing, his own rapidly flowing blood. This was a force not to be opposed by a survivor. The core persona of Brennt would have run long ago had it foreseen this end, but by the time it understood its opponent, it was too late to run. In agony, the beast died, the second victim in the Weaver's tapestry to feed the demon.
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