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Chijiresusu Demon Diablo and Nikira
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Date Posted: 05:33:04 03/10/03 Mon
(OOC: Sorry you guys, my computers been an ass lately. )
The soft footsteps caused by four rippling shadows were nearly inaudible unless one had a minor hearing complication. Their scent had not yet reached the Balkar lands, what with the angle our intelligent stalkers had arrived. One was limping badly, all were cut up and bleeding. Each set of orbs held bright hate, hurt, and broken pride. What had happened would never be spoken amongst them, nor to any others. Perhpas Drekka knew, but it didn't matter. What happened was in the past. They would never search for their 'lost siblings' again. This search only proved that they did not exist, and whatever they had sensed before had been a load of crap.
Chijiresusu, limping, stared forward with a horrid gaze that caused her siblings to feel much obliged in walking slightly behind her. She shouldn't have let Demon do this. He wanted so badly to find the being that tortured him without being near, and it had crazed him more with each step. Feeling a burst of pain from her shoulder she lashed out to the side, fury-fogged vision spotting a white blur as her jaws clapped on air with an ominous tone that told more of her mood than even her gaze.
Diablo, deep in thought, spotted the glint of teeth as he nudged her shoulder and leapt aside, giving an unnatural yelp of surprise. It sounded so horrible, coming deep from the recesses of his puppy-hood. Feeling her jaws clamp on air and her furious gaze on he, he crouched down with a strangled, muffled sound, gaze averted.
Chijiresusu, on a violent streak and still hurting, lashed at his face with her expert jaws. Putting weight upon her torn leg she yelped as well, whirling to continue on with her unwavering march.
Diablo turned his body away, allowing his shoulder to take her jaws without complaint. Deep instinct told him not to harm her, for she was female. That made all the difference in the world to Diablo. Rising quickly he resumed his spot to her injured shoulder, now keeping careful distance to ensure no harm was done. Over her back he cast a glare to Demon-he had ruined their plan and set a neibouring pack upon the four, slashing jaws and bristling fur. Of course, many lay dead, almost including poor Nikira, whos' chest was mangled by a particularly furious bitch-varg, who in her intent to attack Nikira missed her aim for the neck. In the end she lay dead too, gasping while her entrails spilled into the dirt. Demons' work, of course. But without Demons' Lust, they all would have died. A scene replayed in his mind, horribly bloody.
The four had backed up into a bristling wall of jaws as twelve circled about them. Sensing that of the Balkar on their fur their fury was tripled, even the four knew that and for once hated the Balkar. Suddenly the alpha male drifted up, shoving the bristling ones aside unti he came face to face with Demon, who snapped tauntingly in his face. It was this that sent the others upon the four. Diablos' gaze was ripped from Demon when he felt sharp jaws in his shoulder, caused by a bristling male. Rolling to the ground he found the jugular and tore at it, as he was circled by unnumerable varg. Stupidly they leapt forward one at a time, and though his own wounds grew in number, their deaths grew as well. The death toll rose, and Diablo could only pray to Wolfbane that the siblings were okay. Breaking the leg of a female and slicing the tendon of another he collapsed into a gasping heap as the group retreated. Diablos' gaze shifted behind him, to the form of demon just as he howled. Diablo shrank away at the howl, as did the four. Such a sound had never been heard in their lifetime. The dying varg about them tried desperately to run from that sound, to stop its' horrible tune. But no. Instead they died in brstling agony, their voices rising with his-the voices of the dead. They rose and fell with Demons', dying down one by one as they died. Soon Demon was howling alone...His howl was for all that was evil. The slaying of pups in the night, right beneath their suffocated mother, whos' muzzle and throat leaked blood...The torturing of the Kerl popped as well into ones mind. Mass-suicides. Demon was what caused death, he was about death..he was death. It was chilling and would roam the nightmares of all about for a long time. By now the retreating forms were gone. Diablo could now look below him, at the lifeless forms he had killed. nearly all had died, including the Alpha Male. Obviously he had been Demons' prey-fornt legs broken, entrails steaming. Demon had killed, by far, the most. It seemed only three had survived, once counted. Impossible, you say? Demon had shot beneath the group, tearing at the abdomens of those above him before they could reach sown and grab him. Then he backtracked, being sure to rip the exposed entrails out. Some he leaped up, ripping their throat as he brought them down, feeling many many jaws set into him. Truly a horrible way to die, staring into the crazed orbs of a mammoth brute while you coughed up your own blood.
Diablo couldn't believe all the blood. it seemed they had all emptied almost all of their attackers' crimson flow into the ground. It puddled as rain would, horribly sickening. Diablo himself was pink with blood-most of which was not his own. He swayed, sickened, until he was sick in the puddle of blood before him. Coughing, he looked up at Chijiresusu and burst into movement, spotting her frame amongst the fallen. whimpering, he nudged her, noting the mangled foreleg....
Diablo shook his crown, forcing the memories out. They had all survived, and that was what mattered. Perhaps some varg cub was vowing right now to avenge the many deaths and destroy the four...that may happen, but it didn't worry him. What worried him was Drekka and Brechins' reaction. Surely Drekka knew that they had strayed from the borders..again.
Demon walked along, to the right of Chijiresusu, looking quite pleased. Although he would bare some new scars, life lived on. Swallowing, he could still taste the Alphas' blood. That fool. He had known nothing about battle, and had been the first to go. The rest was a blur of blood and whirling red. He paused slightly as he stepped over the borders just behind Chiji and Diablo, though why it was unclear. Shugging it off he yawned, flopping down to rest.
Nikira was scared. Fear shone in her orbs. She had killed? She had killed. She too had been sick back there, violently ill. Now, heavily burdened, she dropped. Simply dropped. There was only the hard ground to catch her, and she melted into horrid, bloody dreams that would continue on for a long time.
Chijiresusu dropped down as well onto her side, heaving breaths. They had not stopped since the bloodshed, and her tireless muscles were worked out. She too fell into a restless sleep, though for hours she lay awake, running the thoughts of today running rampart in her head. She felt the other too fall beside her, but made no move to snuggle close or push them away.
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