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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 14:23:28 GMT -5
Reece had quite evidently taken leave of his senses. Where earlier he had made perfect sense in his observations, he was now spouting absolute nonsense. Really, a little anger was no excuse to become such tedious company! Xanthus exhaled sharply, sharp orbs locked on the amber gaze before him. There was a tension in that smaller body that forewarned rather rash actions. The larger male was sensible enough to be on his guard, though he kept himself deceptively relaxed. Part of him knew it would infuriate the male more - treating the very real threat with something akin to contempt. His lips quirked into a sardonic smile at the rather...redundant comment. Of course he'd threatened the silly little chap with death. There was no need to him to reiterate it! He felt a very real stab of disappointment. Things had started off so well - the smaller male had made such a sensible impression; rational, but with that hint of bloodlust that gave him a back bone.
He pushed himself fully upright as Reece lunged at him, twisting to the side so those snapping jaws fastened around loose skin and winter fur. Without missing a beat, he let Reece's momentum through them sideways, one large paw impacting firmly with the smaller male. He wasn't out to draw blood...yet. He wanted to see how far Reece was willing to go. Also, it would be a shame to waste such a promising specimen. If Reece had posed more of a threat to his supremacy, then he would have been met with a swift execution. Challenging Xanthus was simply not allowed. Had he been a spineless idiot that simply grated on his nerves, then the nuisance would need to be eradicated. As it was, the male was neither. He was docile enough to be of the 'follower' category rather than the 'leader', but sharp enough to know that allegiance was best sworn to oneself. No, the brown and grey wolf definitely had all the trappings of being a suitable companion - if it weren't for the minor side-effect that he had serious temper issues. Not even Nico was that bad...and he could have mood swings to rival the weather!
He felt the male shift, and with a sharp twist of his torso, he yanked himself out of the grip. Reece's teeth had punctured the skin lightly, the sweet sting making the male grin widely. Ah, so this was serious! He got swiftly to his paws, unwilling to expose the tender skin of his belly. He didn't mind a scratch or two...but certainly not of sensitive areas like that! "You're going to have to try a little harder, little dove" he drawled, his tail swishing lazily from side to side. "Anyone watching would think you didn't have the heart to act on your rage." He smirked, dropping his front end down in a playful bow.
"Speech"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 15:20:17 GMT -5
The furious little male was someone to be reckoned with. Against a larger opponent, much like his female companion who had sparred with him a few times, he was better suited. His jabs were quick, he was not the type that would barge in and stand up. His mouth turned up at the edge, and the low growl rolled out of his mouth as he found himself hungry for blood.
Tail swished and his lips curled back, and the male was quick to lunge for the face as the male of all things play bowed at him. Inviting him into the fray, was he! Well there was madness to come, and Reece was out for blood. He wanted the other to bleed, but on the other hand his mind was already looking for a way out. There had to be some place that he could go where these idiots would not be on his heels!
“Best you not tell your brother about me,” The male taunted, “Wouldn’t look good to know that you let a little dove like me make you bleed.” The rumble in his chest was one of satisfaction, even as Reece observed the situation. The golden eyes knew his mouth would never score something too tender, apart from the legs. That was where he wanted to go, yes; that would be his goal in the end. Score some blood and topple the massive git!
Laughter was almost a little wild as the smaller wolf lunged for his prey. The intent was to hit the shoulder, but the turn was a bit too much for him. His snarl was engaging as ever, knowing that he was aiming for harm. Yes, that was his goal. To harm. Not to kill, not yet. But Xanthus and his arrogance was certainly not welcomed in Reece’s world.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 14:04:39 GMT -5
He laughed at the snide comment. Oh, Reece had no idea of his and Nico's dynamics. True, Nico might taunt him if he got himself seriously damaged by one so unworthy...but that was hardly going to happen today. The smaller wolf wasn't out to kill him, and in consequence, he had little incentive to pull out the big stops. No, he would let Reece play about a little - the less effort he put into the whole thing, the more superior he would look. He was the bigger, the stronger, the wiser...in short, simply better. "A couple of lucky scratches inflicted by one as clouded by rage as your self is hardly about to dent my ego. There is nothing sweeter than the first droplet of crimson that wells so innocently from the wound." He paused, his lips turning upwards into a devilish smirk. "It is such a pleasant reminder of life."
He braced himself as the male lunged. Miscalculation on Reece's part and his own shifting stance had the male's jaws catch the lower part of his front leg. Xanthus felt the teeth that buried into the flesh, catching on the skin and slicing it apart. The accompanying sting was met with a grumble of delight. He forced himself forwards and upwards, barrelling ruthlessly into the smaller wolf and forcing him away from his larger bulk. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted the injured limb, running his tongue gently across the laceration. "Nothing sweeter indeed, my little mad-hatter" he purred, golden eyes twinkling with mirth. Oh, he was getting nicely fired up now. Time to show his companion that he knew how to get down to business if needs be.
He gave no warning, his hindquarters bunching for the shortest of moments before he hurled his weight forwards. He kept himself well away from the neck - Reece might be useful at the end of this little display of dominance. Instead, he targeted his momentum at the muscular shoulder, keeping his centre of gravity low enough in case Reece were to duck and roll. It had happened before where he had sailed over his intended victim and bitten dust - quite literally. No, such mistakes were made only once.
"Speech"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 9:14:32 GMT -5
There was nothing in his mind that would have ever made him see straight, not when his heart was in such ruins about his bad decision making. It was enough to have him raging on the grounds, snarling at the male's taunt. What a disgusting, filthy male! It was one thing that Reece had never understood, enjoying the blood. While he had slept beside - cuddled the bodies he had stolen life from he had never particularly enjoyed the actual taste of blood on his tongue. Not unless it was a legitimate prey.
The explosion of the larger wolf caused Reece to be barreled back, losing his footing and being sent into the ground with a hard thump. His roar of rage was nothing to ignore, and his snapping jaws were like that of a chided pup being saucy. He was ready to rip away flesh, and his struggling was also aimed at the face of the other male.
Yes, that was his goal. Draw blood, make the other suffer. Reece knew he needed to be careful, he needed not to be sent into the drowning world of his choices. Living was something he needed to do only to rid the family that cursed his own from the earth. His hind legs kicked, and his snarling grew more intense. Yes, the male had the upper advantage above him... It hardly meant Reece could not teach this fool a lesson!
Reece was experienced enough to know how to slip out. He had dealt with larger males all his life, even bigger females a time or two. When he was out from the male after some length, his only choice was to return the favour, leaping towards the back of the male in hopes of getting in and snapping onto the bite of the scruff of the neck.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 17:29:57 GMT -5
It was by sheer domination of size that Xanthus managed to keep his face out of harm's way. He had to give it to the smaller male - he really did know a thing or three about fighting. He strengthened his grip on the writhing wolf, shifting slightly when one paw grazed against his stomach. It was by sheer luck alone that no blood was drawn, and the male was sensible enough to realise that the time for playing nice was over. He wouldn't kill Reece - the wolf had far too much potential to be ruined like that. But he needed to see that this fight was futile. That no matter how much he tried, there would be no ending of Zarek's lineage. To be fair, why should there be? Provided he didn't go the same way as his father - and honestly, why on earth would he get his paws so dirty? - why should he be denied the riches of life? No, Reece needed to understand that his thirst for vengeance could not be quenched in such a manner. He could, however, provide it some outlet by turning on Kerberos.
He paused his train of thoughts when the jaws ripped painfully into the flesh at his shoulder. Ah, Nico had always chided him for getting lost in thought during the most inopportune of moments! He growled in response to the harsh snarling below him, his grip loosening for the slightest of moments. That was the only invitation Reece needed, his lithe body slipping out of his grip like a bar or soap. For a brief moments they stared at each other, uncompromising yellow eyes locked on one another. Then Reece broke the stillness, his claws finding purchase in the dark grey fibres of his coat. "You're efforts are futile" he spoke silkily, throwing himself to the ground before the dangerous jaws had time to connect with his spine. With a sharp jerk he twisted himself over, squashing the male between his weight and the unyielding ground.
He let the remainder of his momentum bring him to one side, and he hopped to his paws with a graceful movement. Taking advantage of Reece's grounded position, he pounced, landing forcefully atop the male before he could fully rise. His claws dug into the male's front legs, blood seeping from the cracked skin. "You fight well, broken heart" he whispered almost tenderly, his broad skull leaning in towards the male. "There is so much potential to your anger. It would be such a shame to waste it on the wrong fight." His gaze yielded no compromise. Either he was with them, or he was doomed to the fate of a lonely spirit - a vengeful ghost that would wander the lands without hope of rest of reprieve. "Take your time to lick the wounds of your ego." With a final hard push of his claws into the flesh he stepped backwards, allowing the other male to get to his feet. "Just know that if you don't choose a side by the time battle is waged, my brother and I shall hunt you down until your bones crumble to dust - your desires unavenged and forgotten."
"Speech"
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 17:30:08 GMT -5
Fighting did not mean that it was the end of the world, but on the other hand Reece knew there was no way in hell he was going to succeed without a better plan of attack. The rational part of him was feeling lost though, the madness and chaos was sucking him up from his stable ground. The loose feelings that rattled through him was enough to make him positively ill, and the whine was forever soft on his mouth.
It was not something that was uttered, though, he would never admit to being stressed out. Struggling and scruffing with the male known as Xanthus was not something he expected. Getting out of the matter alive was something he planned on doing, and the satisfaction boiled at the taste of blood on his tongue. That was what he had been waiting for, without a doubt.
Somehow he managed to get himself, albeit he admitted he was offered a bit of a release from the other male. When he finally hit his paws, he was shaking violently as he found himself wanting to go right back into the fray. It was a feeling that could not be denied, but somehow he pushed himself to do a half circle, and his gaze was thrown back over his shoulder at the words that were uttered.
Tail swiftly moved in a show of annoyance, and the low growl rumbled out of his throat. "You will not force me to make a choice." His words were slight, although he knew it was untrue. The world made him choose often enough, and thus he had lost Nocturne. The heartache burned through him like his veins were on fire, and he turned his back defiantly on Xanthus.
Leave he would do, there was no second thought to that. "Until we meet again, Xanthus." Grunting, the ever polite male moved off, slinking with his tail still lifted. Although he had nearly been bested, he was not about to show it. No, Reece would never give an inch.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 4:19:03 GMT -5
Xanthus watched the male with barely veiled amusement. Oh, how wrong Reece was. In the end, he would make a decision as a direct result of this encounter. He would be forced to choose a side simply because his thirst of vengeance would drown out his hunger for independence. The male was a slave to his desires, and Xanthus was more than confident that things would work out to his advantage. He had sowed the seeds of doubt, and he had the lad have a taste of blood. The punctured skin of his shoulder was tender, the wounds already beginning to crust over slightly. Yes, Reece knew now how the kin of Zarek tasted - his demons wouldn't allow him to forget that little snippet. He stood calmly as the other stalked away, a smile pulling at his lips. It wasn't a nice smile - it was one laced with cruel calculation. Reece would only ever be a means to an end - he was too unstable and too prejudiced to be considered anything more.
Only when the male was far out of site did he turn his attention to his shoulder. Now that he acknowledged the injury, it fired little darts of pain into his system. He exhaled softly, irritation lining his features. He let his tongue run across it, the metallic taste of is blood coating his tongue. He almost purred at the familiarity of it. No matter what others thought of the subject, there was something beautiful about blood. How something so simple - it was primarily red water, after all - could be the bringer of life. He washed the wound diligently, unwilling to run the risk of it festering. Goodness knew where Reece had had his jaws last, after all! Once he was convinced with his handiwork, he headed back the way he had come. This was really the most surprising development, and it was paramount he share it with his brother. They had always known Shai's lineage had slipped through the cracks and prospered in some form or other. But now they had definite proof of the matter. To make things better, he was almost certain he had caught the faintest scent of his cousin on Reece's coat. And that was a tasty morsel of information indeed!
"Speech"
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