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Demon and Diablo
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Date Posted: 13:29:26 10/25/02 Fri
In reply to:
Brechin
's message, "Re: [.Attack.]" on 10:01:52 10/24/02 Thu
...Demon is hit by Diablos' charge, knocing the breath out of him. Landing heavily upon the hard ground, he lay there gasping, the blow knocking most of his energy out with it. Diablo smirks, jaws shooting forward to try and latch on Demons' neck. He snarls, jaws shooting up also to clash with his brothers', heading off the attack. Meanwhile, his paw darts up to slash at Diablos' neck. Although his claws were blunt, like any other canines', Diablo was already injured on his neck, making it far more effective. The shot flies out, but Diablo latches onto his paw, jaws threatening to crush every bone in his forepaw. Twisting in pain, Demon lashes out with a hind, hitting Diablo in the throat and sending him, dazed, sprawling. Leaping up in an instant, Demons' jaws latch on his siblings' throat, demanding submission. Diablo refuses for a moment, stubborn as always. Demon reacts almost calmly, Jaws tightening further. His brother Diablo may be, but this practice fight had been won, and Demon wouldn't leave without demanding submission first. Diablo gasps, hind shooting out towards Demon, but his bulk merely softened the attack, the shock of it absorbed in the muscles he bore. Finally, his bristling tail curled ever-so-slightly, in submission. Demon released his brother, who leapt up, panting hard but glaring at him. Demon glared back evenly, but made no movement. The stand-off lasted a few minutes, before Diablos' gaze rested upon the carcass of the rabbit, and the pink snow about them. He broke into a sour chuckle, and began licking his shoulder, observing the odd pink his coat had turned amongst the blood. Demon, the blood barely visible amongst his midnight pelt, ignored his wounds and leaped forward, jaws tearing into the rabbit like a hot knife through butter. Both said nothing, though neithers' pride was hurt. It was merely a scuffle, it had no meaning. The winner was different each time-as the old saying went, you win some you lose some.
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