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Post by † Demon † on Mar 27, 2005 17:17:02 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] Demon snorted with laughter. "Me afraid to fight you?" spat the she wolf, still laughing slightly. "I am not frightened, nor uneased to fight you; yet your mere attempts to strike me do amuse the black heart in myself.." Smirking coldly, she flicked her tassle high; the banner presented of her latest achievements.
Growling for no particular reason, she began to circle Phantom slowly. Every step slamming onto the earth with a pulsing rage. Muscles clentched with a hidden fury, as she eyed the female continuously. "So, Phantom," she drawled finally, the silence cooling to the mind. "If you do not fear death, I ask you questions," she paused, and shook her pelt breezily, before again looking Phantom straight into her optics- her own shimmering with sickly amusement.
"Have you come here to die at my paw? After all, it would be less painful for you to just drop your title as co-Drappa, and walk away; yet if you are ready to meet your maker, I'll gladly bring you down and paint the land with your blood... It's no chip in my heart..."
Grinning sarcastically, Demon grabbed the earth in her claws, sieving through it constantly. Taking two steps towards the female before her, she gave a deep, threatning snarl. "I'd advise you to answer now wolf, before that pretty little face is ruined for life.." Smiling darkly, she savoured the atmosphere like a god, her breaths heavy and her senses calmed. She had been in this position before, and now, now it all seemed so perfectly planned that nothing could go wrong, or could it? [/glow]
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Post by Phantom on Mar 27, 2005 20:26:03 GMT -5
The dark she-varg circled Demon, snarling with pure anger and resentment. Her muscels braced, ears laid back on her crown, tail held high, and eyes flaming with rage. "As I've said before," she growled quietly, "I will not just walk away. If it's a fight you want, then so be it!"
Phantom listened as Demon spke again: "I'd advise you to answer now wolf, before that pretty little face is ruined for life.."
"You black hearted Wolfbane worshiper, I'd like to see you try!" Phantom gave another growl, malevolent, cold, and full of rage. But she held her ground. By the way she's acting, she wants me to make the first move. This must be her trap.
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Post by Tarkah on Mar 27, 2005 21:45:02 GMT -5
(Sorry i havent posted in awhile. but it looks like you two are already having fun without me so i guess i wasnt missed =P)
Tarkah watched with keen eyes. Taunting and hissing was all she could make out. Hackles bristled to the poitn that it was spiked. She did not like this sight at all. THe ivory drappa let out her own snarl, but no words acompanied the ring.
She looekd to phantom and then Demon. Tarkah felt somthing in her throat somthing stuck in the middle and an uneasy feelign in the pit of her stomach. But the ivory drappa made no move to break up this fight to be. She growled and turned around. Her tail high in the air showing the two that she was still higher then both of the femmoras. With a steady gait she padded towards a pile of boulders, only a tree away from the two circling femmoras. Leaping up she she landed atop the boulders and watched the two from there, determined to not interfere. THough she was drappa this was not her place to determine the right for one of the two.She could not pick over favour or hate or anything else for that matter. Though she could easily say she caredfor them both. She remembered when Phantom had taken up the drappa postion. That day Tarkah was proud for her. A few seasons later did Demon come and join the pack. Though the ebony she varg was like her sister, she could not let her come into the co drappa doign nothing more then embrace the drappa with a inquiry and then given it to her that easily. Tarkah growled from her post watching on. She did not know what would turn of it. She had seen both of them fight. Both agile and swift.
The drappa stayed still, watching with still eyes as the current co drappa lunged at the ebon fae several times. Aimlessly Tarkah layed down her feet hanging over the rock edge. She let out a low growl, No one was to be killed, no one
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Post by † Demon † on Apr 1, 2005 3:39:36 GMT -5
Sorry for taking so long to reply, I've been sidetracked with my new job, and getting new piercings LOL. Forgive my lateness.... *hugs everyone* All better now...?
[glow=black,2,300] Demon could not rest the heartless smirk that now formed on her darkened pelt. Rays of light filtered around her body, giving her a more demonic look than usual. The eye-layed scar seemed to glow furiously, as though possessing a mind of its own.
Continuing to smirk, the she wolf faced Phantom once again, her eyes flickering with extreme violence within. "Wolfbane..." breathed the wolf, laughing under her breaths, "Nothing, not even his name recalls anything of me..." Pausing, she leapt onto a higher bit of ground, looked down at Phantom coldly, "...Looks like you have the wrong wolf..."
Hearing her growl, Demon knew that this wolf would not, now make the first move in fights. Thinking it over at lightning speed, a plan came into motion. Grinning, with ebon lips peeled back and canines in full-view, she could not shake off the sickly amusement rushing through her veins. "You remind me more of a chicken than a wolf," remarked the she wolf spitefully, eyes flashing cruelly as a few droplets of the April showers began. This will be unforgettable... thought the black female hatefully, bring it on...
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Post by Phantom on Apr 2, 2005 23:08:25 GMT -5
Phantom looked up at Demon, who was now perched on higher ground. She felt the first droplets of rain sputtering off her muzzle. The dark-hued wolf looked up at her ebony packmate, now enemy. Phantom closed her eyes and snarled. It became a howl of rage and anger as she lifted her head and let it's fury escape from her throat.
At that moment, the downpur of rain began.
She's much higher up than me, Phantom told herself. She's planning something again. Whatever I do, I can't make the first move...
"Demon, you say that I am weak, that I'm a Sikla," she said, cooly, her eyes burning with blue flame. "Very well, then. Come down here and prove to me that I am. You may be surprised, to find that it was you that has chosen the wrong varg to fight!"
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Post by † Demon † on Apr 10, 2005 16:36:53 GMT -5
once again i apologise; my internet has been changed to dial-up and it is hard to get online very much at the moment. please forgive me everyone; i will be on much more now i hope...[glow=black,2,300]
A smirk had spread itself roughly over the maw of the she wolf. Her paws clentched firmly as she stood high, watching the wolf below; her mind racing with ideas and plans which could be formed within her position. Shaking her pelt, the female rolled her optics high to the heavens- for some reason she felt bored, annoyed and also ignorant. As some would say around the valley, ignorance could fray even the strongest rope in the link.
Shaking her head slowly, Demon could no longer resist the sweet incense of blood. If she tried hard enough, her auds could almost pick up the beating pulse of a pounding heart. She swore to her mind that for some reason she could taste the very bitter, yet sweet substance of blood on her tongue. Growing restless, and casually building in her insanity, the female gave a deep snarl, leaping powerfully from her ledge... only landing at least a foot from the opposing female.
Giving one proud flicker of her ebon tassle, the overwhelming beast prowled around Phantom. Each paw trod the earth in unison, each claw tearing at the ground like it was liquid. Watching Phantom, the creatures optics were veiled and weary. She could feel her body pulsing with passion as she snarled quietly under her breath.
Holding no more, the she wolf pounced fast. Darting firstly left, then to her right, the she wolf knew her attack like her own paw. Giving one last powerful growl, the she wolf gave a deep, angry howl. The battle had begun. [/glow]
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Post by Phantom on Apr 15, 2005 21:55:59 GMT -5
// T'is my turn a apoligize... I hav'nt been online a while...A lot of things have happened in the past week, but I'm okay now. Ah well, I won't bore you any longer. On with the fight! // Phantom growled furiously as the battle began. This would be the fight of her life, the battle that would prove Phantom worthy. Her very future depended on her victory tonight, for if Demon won, she could cast Phantom out of the pack, or even kill her. She could back down now, but no. It wasn't going down like that...
The dark-hued female was in her prime, the best shape of her life. She possessed a strong, agile body. Her teeth were knifelike. The claws on her feet, as sharp as thorns on a rosebush. She was an experienced fighter, although her appearance masqueraded her skills. She could fight well with her body, but Phantom knew of an even greater weapon: she could fight with her mind, too.
She eyed Demon, circling around her opponent, snarling with savage anger. When, suddenly, Demon sprang at her, Phantom dodged to the right. She sensed Demon flying at her again, and Phantom dived under her, aiming her teeth and claws at Demon's soft belly.
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Post by † Demon † on Apr 18, 2005 15:53:36 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] As demon leapt again at Phantom, out of the corner of her eye she noticed the glint of canines. Snarling coldly, she flipped herself slightly back, pertruding her hind legs towards the face of the female, hoping that it would at least even cause a small scratch to begin with.
At she seemed to fly through the air, it was going so slow. Almost as though time had come to a stand still in mid-air. Her breaths were steady and fixed, her mind calm and scheming. She was quick, fierce and had, had more than her fair share of battles. She had even gone against Leohlic's mate, Shato many many suns ago; and somewhat suceeded in that too. That somehow had proven how far her strength could carry her.
Smirking, as her body suddenly seemed to unattach from the slow motion, she had thought of. She smirked and gave a cruel snarl. Now, she would see blood spilled, and a victory won; or would she?
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Post by Phantom on Apr 19, 2005 19:01:26 GMT -5
// Sorry, this is gunna be short..I got a report to write.. *growls at health teacher* //
Phantom felt Demon's hind paw strike her muzzle. It didn't hurt much, but the impact sent her crashing to the ground. In a fraction of a second, Phantom was on her feet, as if nothing has happened. She had learned to get up immediately after a blow, if possible.
A lifetime of fighting might have broken the spirit of any other wolf. Not Phantom. In her battles she had always learned something from her opponent, whether she had won or lost.
The she-varg rounded on Demon, quickly and as silently as ghost. Without warning, she sprang through the air, her jaws seeking warm flesh and wet blood. Phantom plunged downward, toward the middle of Demon's back. If she landed hard enough, the impact could break her enemy's spine...The last thing she wanted to do was kill a packmate, enemy or not. But Phantom's instincts took over. She let herself fall toward Demon, waiting for the impact, less than a second away...
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Post by † Demon † on May 3, 2005 14:15:51 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] As things switched figuriously, the she wolf noticed how Phantom's body was falling hastily towards hers. Snarling angrilly, she swung her body to the side; landing on the pads of her feet, five or six inches from where a possible collision would have been placed.
"Damn you Sikla," growled Demon coldly, the same cruel galre circling her pupils; the same one which she had had when she watched her own brother choke on his own blood. No one had known the real story of her past, just the fake innocence she had processed to those closest to her. He had double-crossed her, so with the help of a band of rogue male wolves, she had torn out his throat, and watched with a deep, twisted amusement, as his death rattle echoed in the darkness.
Feeling that same sickness fill her guts, she shot a poisonious glance at Tarkah, as though showing her that psychotic, or not, the old Demon was ready to kill, kill, and kill again. Leaping a vast height, she landed the opposite side of Phantom, now in between the on-looking Drappa, and the irritating Co-Drappa. Oh, how she longed to taste the warmth of blood pn her lips again, family or not. She knew what she wanted, and that she would; some way or another, get it.
Hissing violently, she spat on the earth in front of Phantom, marking the anger she felt with proud. Letting it bubble, she would harbour it into a rage, a rage so powerful, even the deepest of wounds wouldn't stop her crazed mind from its lust. "Come on Sikla," she weezed darkly, a demonic smirk stealing her ebon lips, "Where's your precious agile skills now?"
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Post by Phantom on May 11, 2005 16:42:17 GMT -5
Phantom landed easily on her paws, just as Demon leapt out of the way. She snarled, licking her lips angrily. "This is starting to bore me," she growled. "Really, now. If you're as great a fighter as you say you are, you wouldn't leap away everytime I strike!"
The she-varg could see a strange glitter in Demon's eyes. A glitter of sick amusement, and a flickering of a dark secret. The ebony varg's eyes were giving her away. "You're hiding something..." Phantom whispered, her voice as calm and quiet as a summer breeze.
"Again you call me Sikla," she growled softly, licking the spattering rain off her muzzle. Her eyes flashed, then Phantom sprang forward, her paws scything through the air, straight at Demon's eyes. She slashed a twice, then leapt clear aside. Phantom snarled violently. She wanted to see her opponent's blood spill just as much as Demon did.
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Post by † Demon † on May 12, 2005 15:21:50 GMT -5
icky post i know, but I tried my hardest *angellic* don't eat me!! =D heh!
[glow=black,2,300] As Phantom's paws slashed twice, Demon was quick to move on the first one, yet the second one caught the scar already formed on her eye. Tearing it slighly, tears of blood began to drip. Leaping to the side of Phantom, her eyes still watching the opposing femme, Demon shook her head, splatters of blood hitting the ground. Growling, not with anger, but with an impressed tone, Demon could not help but laugh. "Well done," she drawled coldly, her eyes sparkling, "Well done indeed... The only mark you cause me is atop a mark already given... Great aim..." Demon's voice was evil, and mocking; she felt the fury of her past haunting her every move. The same daunting anger, the same fearless temper; it all helped her become who she was now. Cold. Evil. Heartless. All this was in her appearence and outside personality, yet the ones who knew her best; Tarkah, Markaz, her sons, they could see her other side, the kindness, and love. This was a rare sight nowdays though, she had to admitt. The reason unknown.
Coming out of her sudden daze, memories of the past slipping through her mind, she could not hold the bottled rage no longer. Flinging her body forward skillfully, she firstly appeared to be coming at Phantom with her teeth, yet as she gained closer to the female's form, she shot out her forepaws; aiming for either the maw or the eye. She knew the rules of the battlefield and now it was her turn to spill blood; how much? She couldn't care less. As long as two sets of blood decorated the flooring underneath them, she cared none.
Getting closer, she gave an enormous snarl, knowing that soon, somehow or another, she would cause a wound, she was sure of that by heart.
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Post by Phantom on May 13, 2005 21:43:12 GMT -5
Phantom smiled, coldly, as Demon's blood beaded onto the ground. She had cut the flesh first, she had the pleasure of inflicting the first wound. Phantom could barely give a damn if she had merely ripped open a scar. Heck, it's not like Demon had been the one to draw blood first.
Phantom smirked, ignoring the black females taunts. "Mock me all you like. All you're doing is fanning the flames of my anger." Phantom knew that it was anger that she needed to win this battle.
As Demon lunged for her, Phantom reared up on her hind legs, dodging Demon's paw-strike, and lashing out with her own. But, she hadn't avoided Demon altogether, for she felt a slight sting on her chest, just above her heart. She backed off, and checked herself. Three long, but not very deep scratches now decorated her body. But Phantom simply chuckled. "Really now. I would have thought that the lead warrioress would do better than a little scratch."
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Post by † Demon † on May 14, 2005 12:15:50 GMT -5
I apologise if this post is somewhat confusing. Let's just put it into basics; Demon has had a personality swap once again... there is two sides to every demon i guess...
[glow=black,2,300] Demon minded not that all that was inflicted was scratched. She only haboured the sweet scent of Phantom's blood on her claws. Licking it off, purposely, and pleasurable; her eyes flashed cruelly, only a few wolves knowing the look she held now. "I'm just testing your abilities dear Phantom," hissed the femme coldly, her tone holding not anger, yet amusement; all this seemed like a practise battle, a game-plan for the reak fights.
Stepping around Phantom, she studied carefully; gifted with the sense to taste emotions. By being hated, scorned, and many other things, Demon had trained her senses to pick up others emotions; track them in the atmosphere as such. Yet, with some dissapointment, the female found that the scent of blood had blocked her pathway of emotions; a pure downful in this moment.
Rolling her eyes to the sky, she shook down her ebony hue and dug her claws tightly into the ground. Staring heartlessly at Phantom, she felt a severe wave of spitting hate and anger suddenly bubble up. Snarling, she kept it haboured in a closed bottle, waiting for the perfect time to use it.
Sighing, she shook her head. "My darling Phantom," she breathed emotionlessly, "I can see that this will be an unending fight," pausing, she felt the glitter in her optics fade, all emotions and expressions vanish from the varg eye. "So, I merely ask you to strike me down now. Leap, and destroy... for I would rather die than kill a fellow member of Koran...." [/glow]
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Post by Phantom on May 14, 2005 19:55:16 GMT -5
Erm...Demon, about your personal text, why does it say Co Drappa? I don't mean to be rude, but I'm still Co-Drappa for the time being. The fight isn't over yet...
"And I would rather die than give into your sick trickery..." Phantom snarled. Although Demon seemed emotionless, Phantom could smell the insanity thrilling through the ebony femm's body and mind. What would happen if Demon won the position of second Drappa? The whole pack would fall into chaos. Surely, not even the Balkar would want her in their ranks.
Phantom quickly turned to the Arctic Drappa. "Tarkah, I know Demon is your best friend, but can't you see that she has gone mad? What will become of us if she wins?" Not waiting for answer, she threw her muzzle in Demon's face.
"You are the lowest and most vile creature that I have ever met! You don't even deserve to be a varg! You're nothing but a sick rat! I have no idea what terrible things you've done in the past, but Tor has! Fenris help me, I swear that if you don't pay for your crimes in this life, you will in your next! Think about it, Demon! Wolfbane's hellfire may just be breathing down your neck!" With a violent snarl, Phantom let her own harbored rage explode out of her. She lunged foreward, in one quick, fluid movement, and with a ferocity that she didn't even know she was capable of, opened her jaws wide, her teeth searching for one thing alone; the jugular vein in Demon's soft, fleshy throat.
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