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Chijiresusu Demon DIablo
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Date Posted: 03:03:05 11/27/02 Wed
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's message, "[.The.End.]" on 08:55:31 11/26/02 Tue
Chijiresusu watched the one dubbed 'Brechin' interact so softly with Letha, and then to destory SwItCh, mild amusement quite obvious in her steel-gray orbs. Such a child she was, needing her annoying feather-brained mosquitoes to regain temporary sanity. A silver aud flicked back instinctively, judging where Demon would pop out, full of fury, in the next short moment. Her orbs caught sight of the slushy red snow and a sour smirk plastered itself about her features. How amusing, a minor skirmish twisting into a lovely bout of massacre. Two dead, in a matter of minutes-nether of them her siblings. Her family had proven themselves well. Chijiresusus' muzzle drifted down to casually lick a spot of blood off of her paw-heaven knew whos' crimson tide it belonged to. Her gaze shifted to the female, auds pinning slightly. The only thing the wolfess had proved to Chijiresusu and her family was her weakness, inability to control herself. Silently she wondered what a battle between Demon and Letha would turn out to be like. Two insane minds clashing? It would be the death of them all... Brawn and experience against intelligence and wit. The ultimate fight. At this last thought, she sensed the fierce one and his fury. Chijiresusus' occuli clouded with an odd expression, and her frame rumbled with a warning growl to both Demon and Letha-the rumble was not over yet.
The whirling red sped faster and faster in its' never ceasing spiral of death. The muscled, shadowed frame of Demon slid forward across the slush with the single-minded intent only achieved by the mentally insane. His lips were lifted, auds pinned back, both in disgust and fury. Worthless! His fury was as obvious as the deepening snarl that racked his whole frame yet still somehow found the strength to deafen all about him. The reason for his anger was clear-if this Letha couldn't control herself in a minor battle, she was worthless in a war, capable of turning upon her own comrades. Such a fool to cross me, he thought. He looked upon the other, ignoring the carcass of SwItCh as he moved ever-closer. He had left the battle with a minor slash upon his shoulder, but it was forgotten in his fury. He would teach her to interrupt his fights. A low, savage growl rumbled forth to echo across the bloody terra. His crimson-tinged orbs seemed to go a shade more red, though it was definately not the same as when attacking the Balkar such a short time ago, losing control..No, this was calculated. He would be precise, none of this random slashing he used with the first carcass strewn across the ground. Had he gained at least partial sanity in the skirmish, he would have gone for Letha next, regardless of how injured the one below her was. Anger was his drive, frame beginning to ripple and bulge as he began to try and control himself, though his body posture was far from calm. Auds her pointed forward aggressively, hackles raised to their maximum. With precision only experience brought his jugular was protected. Should she try to go for his vitals or perhaps break a rib, it would be the worst mistake she could make...This fool would learn the easning of pain and its' causes.
Diablo was silent, thinking. This young one had so much power, and yet she didn't know how to use it, unlike Demon. He scolded her silently, useless as it was-she would lose all sanity fast with no control. He reained calm when Demon appeared, sparing a quick glance before watching Brechin end the life of SwItCh. He gave a silent farewell to the other. He had potential, it was obvious. He had just met the wrong lupines at the wrong time. As for the other, Storm was it? He had been a fool, even Diablo could see that. Racing after an insane lupine wthout doing the damage he could first. There was no farewell to that fool from Diablo. His pure-white pelt was an astonishing pink in some places, an exact replica of his brother save for a slight difference in size and build. Demon was large, and had filled out exceptionally well, whilst Diablo had remained at the full potential for a normal varg. His auds pinned slightly at Demons' advances, watching as Chijiresusu mirrored his actions. They both knew what was coming next-it always happened. The blame had set into Demon and it would not be lifted until the other was beaten-in a simple battle or to the death. He shuddered-at one time or another all of the 'four plagues' had experienced the Demons' Fury. He prayed to the wolf gods silently, although he was willing to kill for Demons' sake, as he knew Chijiresusu was. Should Brechin interfere...May the gods above be on his side.
(OOC: lol, sorries! Gotta stir up more troubles, couldn't help muhself! My poor troubled wolfies...lol)
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