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Post by Alto on Apr 27, 2006 22:48:59 GMT -5
Red took the hit all too perfectly... He swayed, falling back, the pain engulfing his crania with a bone chilling crack. Blinded, and usually fatally injured, the hellion did not loose his ground. Though he could barley see Leviathan in front of him, he stood, striking the sod brown in front of him... A sign that he would not give up.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 30, 2006 14:00:21 GMT -5
He stood aside, stock-still as he took in the favourable situation with a savage sneer. He could now approach from any angle he pleased and the scarlet brute would have little idea where he was, provided he remained silent. He took a hearty breath, his spirits rekindled by his increasing advantage. He shouldered violently into the brute in the hopes of sending him earthward. If the hellion did not submit then he would perish.
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Post by Alto on Apr 30, 2006 14:08:46 GMT -5
Red Rum fell back, definatly becoming earthbound. Shame grew inside of him, yet he quickly stood. Breath came in short gasps as he tried so hard to recieve sight of Leviathan. HE stood still, trying to determine where the hellion resided Spotting his faint outline, Rum charged him, thrashing out at the brute. A demonic cry was sent forth as he bared down upon Leviathan's back, bringing down his full weight. This attack would determine everything.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 30, 2006 19:52:38 GMT -5
The offending brute's impaired vision gave Leviathan the advantage of a fraction of a second enough to avoid severe injury. He shifted his solid weight back, so the strongest part of his back would meet the impact rather than the weakest. He rolled his muscled shoulders to meet the impact, not braced but supple and able to take the blow with minimal harm, comparatively.
He grunted as the heavier brute landed upon the altered target, his knees buckling as he rolled the great mass from atop him. His skeleton trembled a moment from the effort, then with another awkward shift he broke free of the hellion and scrambled backwards, blood coursing down his torn shins. He regained his composure, ignoring his aches and agonies, and aimed another kick with his unscathed hind pillar. This ends now.
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Post by Alto on Apr 30, 2006 22:44:13 GMT -5
The blow was sent straight to the brute's crania. He lay back, pain over-powering him. How could this have happened? He lay back, concious failing him. Yet, wait... This could not happen. With all his might and brute force, he sat foward, the pain coarsing through out him, like a poison through his veins. A pillar extended, trying to lift his weight. Somehow, someway, her stood. Yet, there was not possible way to win this battle. He would have to surrender. No. He would never do such a thing. He was to fight to the death, even if he couldn't attack, he would die nobley. He would not fade away under the hellion's hooves.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 3, 2006 20:16:57 GMT -5
Leviathan recognized the hellion's determination all too well, for it mirrored his own. Yet his pride would not allow himself to strike a fallen opponent, and he recognized one whose skills were close to his own. Too many despicable males existed that lacked skills to last this long against his might, why obliterate the only one who might someday sire a youth worthy to mix with his own line?
His words were cold and unforgiving, and his underlying motives hidden. Only chance and fate would determine if ever they two or their descendants would ever meet again.
Worthy adversary, gather thy pride, leave now and live. Take this not as mercy, stag, for that I never give. This world needs more skilled brutes like we, So depart now, never again cross paths with me.
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Post by Alto on May 7, 2006 14:00:00 GMT -5
(Darn, I'm so jealous of the rhym you use! lol)
Do not worry, young brute, I shall go, yet my pride shall not be shattered by the likes of you. We shall meet again, someday, yet when that day is still lays unclear for the both of us. You are a talented fighter... I agree with you on the fact that there needs to be others like us. Farewell, Leviathan, whenever we shall meet again, we shall. That will be the true battle. His words hateful, shrill, and cold, he turned from the hellion's sight. Limping, he made his way to the edge of the territory, and stopped for a moment, trying to catch himslef from collapsing. He snorted, fighting back at the pain, and he traveled on. Vision still horribly blurred, he kept on going, not knowing yet where he would end up. Fatuige was setting in.
(Please, leave my horrible spelling alone... lol)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 8, 2006 19:06:49 GMT -5
Upon the defeated hellion's departure the adrenaline of battle subsided, and Leviathan was left to deal with his crimson-spilling wounds. His forecannons were the least of his injuries, they were simply stinging surface abrasions. But his neck and shoulder oozed life force at such a rate that he found it worrisome. His vision swam, and he fought to keep from staggering upon his scarlet-stained pillars.
Where were Dorada and Plymouth? He'd seen his mate not long ago, but had she stayed for the rest of the battle? He had to find someone before succumbing to his injuries, for he knew that if he allowed himself to fall it would take a great deal of effort to rise again.
(Why thank you. It's not a sophisticated rhyme, but it does the trick...)
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Post by kunoichi on May 12, 2006 5:46:25 GMT -5
Dorada dashed out of her hiding place when she scented the evil brute was away.The tawny fea was so worried when she smelled the thick scent of blood.Her breath caught in her throat as she saw crimson oozing out of her mate's neck.She rushed to his side,so he could lean his body on hers and swiped her tongue over the wounds.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 14, 2006 12:51:12 GMT -5
He whickered softly at her approach, glad not to be alone in his state. He did not flinch as her pink ribbon passed over his lacerations, for his agony could scarcely increase by simple caresses. He leaned his good shoulder against his love, his deep mahogany orbs closing briefly to chase the scene of bloodstained sands from his failing vision. The sea... perhaps the saline aqua would cleanse the sharp granules from his flesh and seal the broken vessels that secreted ferrous crimson upon his fine coat.
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