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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 4:07 pm
 Infuriating, but a short time ago his massive size would have dwarfed the cub's, swatting the annoyance away with a mere strike of his paw. Yet now, reborn as a cub, the advantage of his size lost for now, the god of conflict still held the card of experience, of the eternal lifetime of a cruel warrior.
His own eyes narrowed, dark talons springing from paws in an instant, fangs barred in a malevolent snarl. The child was foolish, predictable, Tanaka was unimpressed. The god reared on his hind paws, forepaws raised in a vicious strike, talons slashing at precious eyes, fangs falling to the back of the cub's neck.
In his fury, hellfire followed, the infernal aura surrounding him, the darkness of the abyss itself carried in his wake, rolling to the earth in a thick fog of shadow. The energy was electric, terrifying, pure horror, immobilizing fear in every wave.
He struck not to kill, but to disable, to inflict a torturing pain that would not be soon forgotten. There was so little the brat knew, and he was not in the mood to teach.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:49 pm
At the end of his ill-planned charge, he had begun to raise up into a strike, but naturally it was no match for the god's speed. Talons missed eyes but tore into his snout, red of blood in the red of fur, and fangs found flesh and muscle in the side of his neck, perhaps a more vulnerable spot than that which the god had been aiming for. The red god's weight was thrown into the white's body, but it only served to drive his fangs deeper.
At the first explosion of pain in his neck and face, he tried to recoil, tail thrashing, forepaws pushing and slashing, seeking to beat against the white power. He snarled and snapped with his teeth, pain intensifying his rage, breath hot, trying to twist enough to catch the white face.
But then... then, the small voice of fear in the back of his mind suddenly burst, screaming, and coldness tore through him, spiked sharp icicles into his very blood. His eyes unfocused, his mind reeling. Now he thrashed and struck wildly, terrified, anything to escape! A cry somewhere between a growl and a whimper rattled from his throat. The pain intensified, and he felt his strength draining away, draining... His movements became slower. Yet, he was a God, power untapped or not, and still, he struggled.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 10:37 pm
(( That can probably be a conclusion unless you want to add to it )) The beast growled, fierce as a crack of thunder, echoing from fangs into hide, penetrating into the being of the cub in his grasp. Talons curled, sinking deep into flesh with each thrash, his grip tightening with each moment despite the talons that struck at his own flesh.
Relentless in his attack, the demon held fast, his own weight used as leverage to pin the child beneath him, his demonic fury fueled by the fear of his prey, the terror of young eyes. It was delicious, intoxicating, how he had missed the pleasures of his domain, lost in the burn of hatred that had consumed him.
Time dragged past, moments stretched to an eternity of hellfire and damnation. It was not until he had had his fill, when he was certain the cub would not forget, that he at last relented, stepping back with a growling snarl, talons barred should he so quickly forget.
"Learn to use your mind, then perhaps I will tell you. Now run home to your mother, while you still can."
There was a growl in his words, a deadly calm, it was not a suggestion. A final snarl, the god turned, leaving the child to burn in his own ignorance, his own fear and hatred without a second though. Hell forbid they should ever cross paths again, he would not be so tolerate nor would his patience be so strong.
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