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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:39 pm
Necros snarled in a combination of triumph and distress. His teeth had hit home, and Oberon had snapped into the exposed part of his neck. Instead of wrenching his jaw to the side to break Oberon's leg like he should have, he let go and twisted away from the teeth in his body, twisting, purposely trying to give the other shaman a true 'taste' of death. If Oberon kept hold, he would get the piece of Necros that he seemed to want.
It was certainly a good example of the age old struggle. The end of the real struggle though, was everyone dies.
Because the only condition that has a perfect mortality rate is life.
He focused his energy again, trying to keep the wound on Oberon open. The other shaman would try to close it and heal it for sure, and it may have been possible, Necros wasn't certain. All he knew was every other wound he inflicted, as well as those he tried to heal, left scars unlike any other he had ever seen. Necros couldn't win this fight in his state, in his lack of familiarity with his powers, but damn if he wasn't going to make Oberon think twice before starting a fight with him again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:41 am
Oberon sprung back his jaws releasing the other wolf though he was loathe to do so. He knew the truth and the truth was they were too closely matched if they continued this way they would probably both loose. Necros may be undead but Oberon had no doubt his form could be destroyed. Likewise he had no doubt that he could meet his own untimely death. Still he slowly circled the other male trying to match his movements and heal himself at the same time.
His power coiled and twisted inside of him but it couldn't quite manage to close the wounds Necros had inflicted. These wounds would have to heal naturally it seemed and would no doubt leave scars. The pain eased a little but there was fatigue to match what it would have been. His pride kept him from fully retreating, he would not run from this monster again. His lips curled up and he snarled softly at the older wolf. "You've weakened...." He ground out, and he knew that it was only half true, for whatever part of Necros body that was weak there was a unique part of him that had strengthened.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:28 pm
This fight was wearing on the zombie's nerves. Perhaps Oberon could destroy him, perhaps not, or the opposite. No matter which way you spun it, though, unless someone turned away it was going to go on for an inconvenient amount of time. Necros had things to do, wolves to recruit for his cause, and now Oberon had shown him that he needed more time to master his shamanic skills. It did seem that he managed to keep Oberon's wound open, anyway. This power might be useful after all.
"Words, is that all you have left?" The natural growl in Necros' voice came through full force. "Say what you will, I've no more time for fools." Half eaten away muzzle contorted itself into a grin as the zombie turned his head to the side, making the first minute move to leave. "I have wolves to eat, and wolves to entice one way or another." He laughed lowly, a bestial chuckle. "Now then, if you're done tiring yourself out for me to make a killing blow, I think I'll leave you alive to watch me rise to power again. Then I'll kill or bed everyone you know and love, right in front of you."
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 12:50 pm
He growled in annoyance but his own paws started to move him away from the center of the battle as well. They might try to disguise it but this was a retreat on both ends as much as they were loath to admit it. Oberon knew better then to pursue the deadly male they might fight all night and in the end neither would be a victor.
"I will find you and end you before you have a chance to spread your disease Necros. Your a fool if you think wolves will truly follow you...your dead, you just don't seem to know it yet." He snarled and slowly stepped back a few paces his head slowly turning. He knew better, he knew Necros threats were a veil for his own retreat. Both were too proud to admit how evenly matched they were, but both were also too stubborn to surrender completely. No, there was no doubt they would meet again, fight again, retreat again...for a period at least until ones strength outgrew the other.
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