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♛black age of fire
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RAUM
#11
LUCENT DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE MERCY OF PLAY, OF GENTLE, THAT OF NURTURE. HE KNOWS ONLY NATURE. THE PRIMAL NATURE OF A PREDATOR AND HIS UNFORTUNATE PREY – SUCH DRIVE, SUCH HOSTILITY FEIGNED THESE EAGER LASHES OF CIVILITY, AND FELL THROUGH TO THE DOMINATION OF PRIDE. OR WAS IT SO? MORE HUNGER THAN PRIDE; DESPERATION, CRAVING. FOR BLOOD AND BONE. AND SLICK IRON. PANTING GREASED LIPS OUTREACHED TO ACHIEVE THAT DESIRE – WHAT SPOKE TO HIM IN WAVES, A PRAYER, A SILENT HYMN THAT SINGS IN THEIR VEINS. A PRAYER TO THE DEITY OF WAR. THIS IS AN OFFERING, THAT OF BLOOD. THAT OF SACRIFICE. ON THE GRAVE OF THEIR GODS, WOULD HIS OWN FEAST. THERE IS NO MERCY. NO SYMPATHY. THERE IS ONLY THE BUTCHER AND THE SNAKE. AND TO THIS DEITY THIS PRAYER REACHED – WHAT FOR UNHALLOWED EARS COULD HUM WITH THE RESONANCE OF BRITTLE AND BRAWN, TO IMPUGN THEIR HEAVENS WITH CRUEL FERVOR? SHE SMILES UPON HIM, AND GRANTS HIS PURCHASE. HE TAKES HIS TAX IN WOE AND PAIN, WHAT AGONY SLAKED IN THEIR GRASP TENDERLY GIVEN, VICIOUSLY TAKEN. IT IS NOT HIS TO GIVE BUT TO PROVIDE, PATRON OF ANGUISH. A CREATURE DEVISED IN MISERY, A SANCTION OF HELLISH TORMENT. HE THRIVES IN THIS. HE LIVES FOR THIS.

HE IS NOT ALL POWERFUL, A BRUTISH CULMINATION OF VEINY MUSCLE AND YOUTHFUL BRAWN, NO TIGER IN THE PIT – HE IS AGILE, LITHE, A SPECTER WHO MOVES WITH THE CALCULATION OF A CYNIC. EVERY TWITCH AND HESITATION IS CRITICIZED, COUNTED IN THROE TO THE UNDERTAKER. HIS ARROGANCE DOES NOT LEECH HIS MOTIVATION. LACKING THE SENTIMENT OF A HEARTY FOE, THERE ARE FEW THOUGHTS WASTED TO CELEBRATE HIS SUCCESSES. THERE IS ONLY THE NEXT MOVE, THE NEXT BREATH, THE NEXT STEP IN LINE IN A SERIES OF AMBITIOUS CUTS. FOR WHAT HE FAILS IN BLIND STRENGTH AND AUDACITY, HE COMPENSATES WITH SWIFTNESS AND CERTAINTY. THE MIND SCREAMS, A TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR OF TICKING POSSIBILITIES THAT LURCH ABOUT EVERY CORNER. THE CACKLE OF WHAT IF. HEAVY BREATHING FATE, LOOSELY SPINNING ITS WEB THROUGH WEAVING HALLS OF DESTINED GREATNESS AND DEVASTATING LOSS.

HE DOES NOT CARE FOR THE CYRILETH FATES. BUT FOR THOSE GODS WHO SCREAM IN HIS BLOOD, HIS APPETITES ARE WILDLY ENGROSSED. MORE, THEY BEG. THEY JEER AND SNARL IN HOT PERSUASION, PULSING MADNESS FORTIFIED IN THE ADRENALIZED RUSH OF VIOLENCE.

OFTEN IT IS UNLIKE HIM TO ACCEPT GRIEF, TO RELEASE. HE TAKES HOLD WITH A GATOR GRIP AND GRANTS NO RELUCTANCE, GRATING TEETH EDGED ALONG THE FIBER OF THE BOY'S HOCK BONE AND SHEARING GLEE. TO TASTE. WHAT RESPLENDENCE IN VOLATILITY HE FINDS – IMMERSED FOR A MOMENT, AS TIME GIFTED HIM THIS SIMPLE PLEASURE. BRITTLE BLOOD FILLS HIS MOUTH AND LEAKS AT THE CORNERS, SIFTED BETWEEN HIS EAGER TONGUE AND RIGID FANGS. A DEVIL'S SPITE; HE GREEDILY FEASTS AND SAVORS, FOR WHAT AGONY HIS VICTIM PLAYS OR EARNESTLY MOANS – A WHIMPER, MUCH LIKE A SONGBIRD'S SIGH. LUCENT DOES NOT LAMENT THE FASHION OF MISERY, BUT PROMOTES ITS DAMNABLE WEIGHT, CRUEL THING. HE WAITED FOR A COME-UPPANCE, OR AN ATTEMPT TO SO – FOR HIS CAPTIVE TO WRITHE AND THRASH AND FIND THE MEETING OF THE SHADE'S JAWS UPON ANOTHER FLESHY LIMB. HE IS RIPPER, TEDIOUSLY SO, AND ADMIRES THE TORMENT NOT ALLEVIATED BY WOE'S FORGIVENESS. WAS IT NOT THE BOY, AFTER ALL, WHO CLAIMED HIS PURSUIT?

HE FELL PROMPTLY, A HEAVING WET DROP IN THE ASHES AS HE MOTIONED TO GUARD HIS VULNERABLES SNAPPING; AND LUCENT WAS ALMOST TOO AMUSED TO RELEASE THE BONE HE SOUGHT. THERE WAS LITTLE OPENING IN THESE TIMID SECONDS, THOUGH HE CONSPIRED GREATLY IN EYEING THE BOY'S SOFT UNDERBELLY AND PANTING THROAT, AVARICIOUSLY TEEMING WITH AN APPETITE TO RIP THE VEIN FROM HIS NECK FOR NO MORE AN OFFENSE THAN HIS INSOLENT ACTS THAT BROUGHT THEM TO THIS PRECIPICE. WITH A LEG LESS, ANYWAYS, THE POWER HIS HINDS COULD UTILIZE IN HOLDING LUCENT AT BAY BY HIS RIBS WAS A CHANCE WORTH TAKING. IN TRUTH, THE GYPSY BEAST WOULD KILL THE BOY WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT, NOT FOR THE ANGER OF INSULT BUT AN APATHETIC GRIPE FOR LIFE ITSELF.

WITHOUT ANOTHER MOMENT TO SPARE, HE FEELS THE LIMB DRAWN BACK IN RECOIL, BEFORE SLUNG RECKLESSLY AGAINST HIS JAWS. RATTLED BETWEEN THE VICE OF HIS FANGS, HE SHAKES BACK FROM THE LEG, SORE MOUTH PARTED IN A PANT WHILE HIS TONGUE LAPPED GREEDILY AT THE ICHOR THAT DRIPPED FROM ITS CORNERS. THE BOY'S HOOKED CLAWS HAD SCRAPED THE EDGE OF HIS CHEEK, THOUGH JUST A ROUGH BRUSH. SANADA HAD WITHDRAWN BACK, WEARY AND WARY, AND LUCENT HESITATED IF NOT TO OBSERVE WHETHER THE BOY WOULD MAKE A FOOLISH DIVE ONCE MORE. NOT A QUIVER MET, THE SHADE SNEERED AND SNARLED IN JEST, CLICKING HIS JAWS AS HE GATHERED HIS WITS. EARS FLATTENED ONCE MORE, HIS HEAD LOW AND TAIL HIGH. HACKLES ROSE AS NEEDLES ALONG THE LENGTH OF HIS SPINE, SHOULDERS BULLED AND WAIST TUCKED. HIS BREATHS STEADIED BEFORE HE LEAPT TO THE OCCASION, LONG STRIDES KEPT IN GALLANT MEASURE.

HE IS VIPEROUS AND SMOOTH, LANGUID GAIT THAT PROFESSES THE DEXTERITY OF EVERY PRESS INTO THE SOFT SOILS. DESCENT UPON HIS PREY AT A HEAVY GALLOP – THE TANGLE OF MUSCLE AND WILL, FURIOUSLY SEETHED IN MENACING MACABRE. ADRENALINE PULSED IN HIS VEINS, MIND POUNDING WITH EACH TICKING SECOND DRAWN AGAINST THE CLOCK – IN PRIME, A DRACONIAN FORCE OF MANGLING WRATH, VEXING CURIOSITY. HIS GAZE IS PURE, PENETRATIVE, DIVINING THE DISTANCE IN THE TIME IT WOULD MEAN HIS FOE'S EVERY MOVEMENT – TO GUARD, TO SHIVER, TO AID HIS AILED HIND. HE CONSIDERED RENDERING HIS FORELIMB USELESS AS WELL, SERVE HIM POORLY IN A LOB OF AN UNBALANCED LOPE LIKE A SICK DOE; SUCH SHOULD HUMBLE A CHILD, NO?

HIS EARS FLATTENED SMOOTH AGAINST HIS SKULL, LOW AND SHOULDERS SQUARED, HE REACHED TO SNATCH THE BOY'S LEFT FORELIMB; THOUGH INSTEAD OF SEEKING TO CHARGE FORWARD WITH IT AS HE HAD DONE BEFORE, SOUGHT TO DIG HIS FOOTING AGAINST THE DIRT TO YANK IT BACK TOWARD HIMSELF WERE HE SUCCESSFUL. WHETHER IT WAS LEG, MUSCLE, OR FUR OF ANY NATURE, WHEREVER HIS PURCHASE WOULD FIND, SHOULD HE FIND ANY, HE WOULD FOLLOW SUIT – GRIP, RIP, AND PULL, THOUGH HIS SORE JAWS WOULD NOT ALLOW QUITE THE FULL FORCE OF HIS FORMER BITE.

SPAR POST 2 OF 3
Defense: Ears flat, head low.
Attack: Lunged for Sanada's left forelimb, keeping low. Attempting to grip it, chomp down, and pull back.
Injuries: Harsh bruising on left shoulder, sore jaw/scraped cheek (shallow chafe).



@Sanada
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Ilios

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rusted weapon

soar
#12

sanada
fortune favours the bold

His leg throbbed; the pulsating of agony was awful. He should have attempted to flee the viper's toothed grip sooner, but the dizziness he had inflicted upon himself was a horrible hindrance. His thoughts were just beginning to gather and order themselves within his mind, occasionally shocked by pain whenever he put too much weight upon his injury.

He inhaled, and exhaled. Ordinarily, he would have snapped forward, an arrow whizzing through the air, but Lucent was an opponent to be wary of. He was sharp, poisonous, and unpredictable, and he was intelligently vicious. He could not employ his usual tactics. He had to improvise. He had to live, for he suspected that if given a chance, the devil's jaws would wrap around his neck. Neatly and with elegance that could be found in the man's movement.

The heart within his chest was drumming. Not with the music of red he was familiar with, but of white. Of fear. No longer was his vision shrouded by the crimson veil of bloodlust. No, everything was clear; every little detail held surprising clarity, even through the pulsating of his headache.

He could almost see the gears of Lucent's mind working. But what fuelled then, he could not say.

The devilish shadow lunged for Sanada once again. This, he predicted.

Survival instincts took over the strings that manipulated his body. With little thought or intent, he leaped to the right, feeling his wild teeth raking the length of his left foreleg. His hind leg cried out and his balance stumbled a little, but he persisted — what was pain compared to fear that would not stop swelling? With a sharp intake of breath, he pushed through the injury, twisting around until his body paralleled Lucent's, and snapped his head around in an attempt to clamp his jaws onto the side of the shade's neck.

“Sanada is speaking”


@Lucent

3/3
ATTACK: having evaded most of Lucent's attack, obtaining only a minor graze, he moved around, his body paralleling Lucent's, and twisted his head around to bite him on the left side of his neck.
DEFENCE: head and body low
INJURIES: a headache, a small graze, and a mauled leg.
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RAUM
#13
PARADISE LOST. HIS JAWS CLOSE ON AIR AND FEW FURS THREADED BETWEEN HIS FANGS; A SUFFERED LOSS TO APPETITE, A SUDDEN DRAW TO HIS FURY THAT WAS MET WITH CUNNING. THE DISTANCE HAD BETRAYED HIS PLANS, BUT ALL FOR NAUGHT. HIS CONFIDENCE (OR WHAT OF HIS PRIDE?) REIGNED, AND WHAT DIGNITIES ABOUT HIM CONSPIRED IN THEIR GRANDEUR FOUND HIM WANTING EVEN MORE. THE BOY'S BLOOD TASTED OF HONEY ICHOR, SATURATED GOLD LUSCIOUS WINE THAT SIFTED ALONG THE LINE OF HIS TONGUE AND STEAD IN THE CROOKS OF HIS MOUTH. PERHAPS DISTRACTED, HE SKIDDED IN THE ASH AS THE FLICKER OF EARTHEN SHADE SHIFTED FROM BEFORE HIM AND A KNOCK TO HIS SHOULDER SENT A PULSE OF PAIN.

SPRY YOUTH ON HIS MANGY LEG; A LIP DREW OVER FANG AS HE OBSERVED – WITH HINDSIGHT TETHERED TO THE FUTURE – HIS OPPONENT SWITCHED ON HIS LEFT. TOO FAR BACK TO BULLY INTO THE GROUND, AND NOT NEARLY FAR FORWARD TO MANGLE HIS FACE ENOUGH TO SUIT HIS LEG. HE MOVED TO BREAK AWAY FROM THE YOUTH BEFORE HE HAD COMPLETED HIS REVOLUTION; BUT LUCENT HAD SCARCELY MADE MORE THAN A STEP ASIDE BEFORE HIS CAPE WAS CAPTURED BETWEEN STRONG JAWS. SANADA HAD ACHIEVED PURCHASE ON THE FLESH AND THICK FURS OF HIS NAPE, PINCHING BETWEEN HIS EAGER FANGS THE SCARRED MANE OF A DEWLAP.

AT ONCE, THE SHADOW WAS TANGIBLE MADNESS – THE PRIMITIVE GLARE OF BARBAROUS ANCESTRY COME TO DEEM A CHILD UNWORTHY OF TASTING SUCH FLESH. THE REVENANT, A POLTERGEIST MASS OF SHIFTING HADES HUES THAT SHUDDERED IN THE GRASP OF ITS CAPTOR WITH IRE, WITH ABHORRENCE. LUCENT'S JAWS FROTHED WITH ODIUM AND MALEFICENT CRAVE, HIS BLOOD BOILED BENEATH THE CLUTCH OF HIS OPPONENT WITH AN INSURMOUNTABLE WILDNESS AS THAT OF A RABID ANIMAL CAUGHT IN A SNARE. IN HIM HE IS THE VIPER, THE GHASTLY CULMINATION OF UNHINDERED SPIRITS ABREAST IN THEIR AVENGED WOE – DRACONIAN AND SLICK SINEW, ANIMATED BY THE MECHANICS OF A SCHEMING FIEND.

HE DID NOT REMAIN AT HIS FOE'S SIDE, OR SEEK TO EVEN RATTLE THE GRIP FROM HIS NAPE – THE BOY COULD HAVE IT, IF HE SO DESIRED, THE TANGLE OF FURS AND FLESH THAT OFFERED BITTER BLOOD OF TOXIC ANTIPATHY. HIS ACT WAS SWIFT, DETERMINED IN DEXTROUS THROE AKIN TO A DANCE; DRIVING HIS WEIGHT INTO THE GROUND TO SWING HIS HIPS BACK, ALLOW HIS SKIN TO BE BARTERED LIKE A GAMBLING CHIP AS HE SOUGHT RIGHTFUL REVENGE. THE SMOOTH SLOPE OF HIS SKULL DUCKED AND TWISTED CROOKED AS HIS BODY, SPINE SLITHERED IN CLINKING MYTHRIL METTLE AS HIS SHOULDER STUNG WITH THE PULSING PANGS OF ITS IMPRESSIONED BRUISE AND HIS LIPS SEARED FROM THEIR BRUSH AS HIS JAWS GAPED WIDE – HE THREW HIS BODY ENTIRELY TO HIS RIGHT TO FACE THE BOY, HIS MIND WHOLLY FACETED TO HIS INTENTIONS BEFORE CARING WHETHER HE SPARED SOME PETTY BLOOD AND A PATCH OF GATHERED FATTY FLESH.

TOLERANT OF THE MARRING PAIN THAT SWEPT NECK TO SHOULDER, HE SET ASIDE HIS INTIMATIONS OF RIPPING SKIN AND FUR FOR WHAT HE SET HIS SIGHTS – THE LONGER HIS OPPONENT HELD ON, HE DIDN'T DARE DOUBT THE MORE DAMAGE HE COMMITTED, YET ALL THE MORE FUELED HIS CAUSE – SANADA'S PURCHASE ON LUCENT'S NECK WOULD KEEP THEM CLOSE, TOO CLOSE, OR PERHAPS JUST CLOSE ENOUGH. HE USED THE LEVERAGE TO GUIDE HIS BODY NOW, FEELING HIS SKIN SNAP AND SEPARATE IN SMALL FIBERS OF TINGLING PAIN LIKE THREADS YANKED APART IN DELIBERATION. SOON AS HIS HIPS HAD STEADIED IN HIS TURN, HIS HEELS DUG HARD INTO THE MOTTLED ASH-LADEN GROUND, IMPRINTING IN THEM DEEP RUTS OF PAD AND CLAW. HIS JAWS SPREAD WIDE, TONGUE STAVED IN SALIVATING SALVATION, AWAITING ITS GRIEVOUSLY ANTICIPATED REWARD FOR PATIENCE AND ENDURED ANGUISH.

PAIN, WHAT DECADENCE IN AGONY FOUND, PURSUED – THIS HE OFFERED, THIS HE SACRIFICED, THIS THE ALTAR OF A DEAD AND WORTHLESS GOD COME TO OBSERVE. HE WOULD DECORATE THE GRAVE IN BOTH THEIR BLOOD, IF IT SO PLEASED THE GODS WHOSE DIRGE SPRUNG FROM HIS WOUNDS. HIS PRAYER IS SALT AND SWEAT, SNARLING GRACIOUS HYMNS TO THE REDDENED HAZE OF WAR AND INFAMY.

HAVING INTENDED TO SPIN FACE TO NECK, MIRRORING HIS OPPONENT'S POSTURE, HE CHARGED HIS FOE IN CLOSE QUARTERS IN POSTHASTE, ATTEMPTING TO SNATCH AND CLEAVE A PORTION OF THE BOY'S THROAT JUST ABOVE HIS LEFT SHOULDER, DRIVING WITH THE INTENTION OF FORCING THE BOY BACK ON HIS MANGLED RIGHT LEG. HE SOUGHT TO CARVE INTO HIS FLESH, GREEDILY FASTENED WITH A RECKLESS PINING OF MURDEROUS FANTASY, FOR NO OTHER THAN THE CRIMES OF PRIDE. HE IS AVARICIOUS, MERCILESS, AND UNABASHEDLY SHAMELESS, LACKING THE COUTURE OF AN HONORABLE MAN. HE IS BUT A BLOODLUSTING WARMONGER, VAMPIRIC AND CRUEL, REACHING WITH THE FEROCITY OF ONE WHO HAS SO LITTLE TO LOSE.

SPAR POST 3 OF 3
Defense: Ears flat
Attack: Lucent uses Sanada's grapple on his neck as leverage to swing his hips to the right to face him, then charges forward (into Sanada's left side, L's face to S's neck) in the intention of biting into his neck and forcing him back on his injured hind leg.
Injuries: harsh bruising on left shoulder, SORE JAW/SCRAPED CHEEK (SHALLOW CHAFE), lacerated flesh on left side of neck/missing fur.

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Claerie
#14

WINNER

Sanada has won!

Lucent is unsuccessful in leveraging Sanada's weight and forcing him onto his mangled leg. Sanada's hold on Lucent's neck stays true.

--- Please determine an end to the fight, be it a truce or Sanada pinning Lucent ---


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