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 Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:17 pm
Dante just watched as her mood seamed to swing back and forth in front of him. Fear, Hostility, Anger? Something he'd completely expected. She still hadn't lunged forth at him so she was still in his 'good' graces. Then again being the womanizer that he was might have actually been attracted to a female he had to tame.
'Do not concern yourself with the worthless piece of wolfblood in front of you. If he dies he would be doing the world and my mate and I a favor...'
He said clear as day actually enjoying the prospect of getting rid of his powerless son. He must have been punishment as well for some of the things he had done. And some part thought his problems would be rectified if the whelp died.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:44 pm
Belial showed fang, and plenty of it. His ears flat and eyes flashing, he looked like some sort of hellhound with the veining marks running across his face like scars. He snapped at the black wolf, ripping at an ear. Trying to get the frantic beast to calm down.
That's when someone else's voice mingled with the Demon's in his head.
''Go ahead and kill my son...he's useless to me anyway...'
Belial blinked, his body freezing. The Demon cackled, dancing in his mind. He swung his head around, focusing on the skull-and-pelt-wearing wolf.
'You know you want to release that inner demon you have...I'd like to see how truly powerful you are...KILL MY SON...'
The words boomed in his head and Belial looked frantically between the wolves. He didn't notice the female, the poor girl who would be subject to the older wolf's will if she didn't run soon. The Demon chuckled. That's right. Kill his son... Surely you want to taste that beautiful crimson river.
"No..." Belial whined, pulling himself back. He didn't want to kill. Not for the Demon and definitely not for the bone-mask wolf who cared little for his crazed son. Ears flat against his skull, Belial did what any sane wolf would do: He turned tail and ran.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:05 pm
'Pathetic Beast...'
Dante snarled menacingly into the mind of the other wolf. He had so much potential and it was just wasted away. If he ever came near Dante again; the elder wolf would sure teach him a lesson he would soon not forget.
Faust could feel the weight lift off his chest and neck. Had he killed the other wolf? He could feel no sharp pains so he assumed he did. But struggling to get up on his paws he didn't see a body or any remains that he ingested the foul b*****d. He cocked his head confused as ever scrambling to a sitting position. But it was at this point that his attention grew towards the female. With his eyes and nose pouring blood he couldn't define one wolf from another then lunged forth at the poor girl.
"Wolfblood eat wolfmeat. Wolfblood do what told!"
He was still under the impression that his father wanted Belial destroyed and that THIS was him. And before Dante could knock his son away he found his teeth clinging to some part of her flesh.
"Mmmmmm..." He seamed to emote threw his shrill chuckles.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:50 pm
Azani yelped and tried to jerk away, but that only increased the pain from the sharp teeth sinking into her side. She howled in pain before it broke off jaggedly into a snarl and she snapped back at the wolf, inches from his face. She leapt to her feet, forgetting-- or ignoring-- Dante's presence. Her teeth sank caught his fur this time, breaking skin as she latched onto a leg and tore hard at it, shaking her head. It was self-defense, but the taste of his blood in her mouth only increased the fear she was feeling.
When he finally let go-- either because of her or to try again-- she whirled around and bit at him, panicked and hoping that even in his insanity he would recognize that she was still a stronger foe, even with a new wound. It could never be that easy, however, and Azani fought as fiercely as she could, only hoping that she could injure him enough that he would back off as fires burned in every place he set his teeth into.
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