The Pasts That Forged Their Futures

[Asphyxia]

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THESE ARE POSTS PLAYING OUT THE 'PAST' BETWEEN TEHYA AND BELIAL. THEY ARE NOT 'PRESENT' AND ARE SIMPLY FOR OUR OWN AMUSEMENT.

[bg=25252f][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] ”Father..?” The dark she-wolf glanced about the wood, uncertain of where the larger brute had gone. He had continued strolling into the trees and had disappeared into the depths of its shadows. His dark coat matching hers, it was very hard for her to pick out where exactly he stood. Acoustics pulled forward, her crown tilting Plume swayed behind her frame, her haunches reclining slowly. “I simply do not understand your need to be away from your home, your pack, your family… And with the crown looming over your head..” Her father stepped from the shadows, reclining upon his own haunches. Parts of his body were graying at the fur, his muzzle had long-grayed, his auds, his tail and his paws too. His belly was beginning to shine with silvering hairs, although even with the grey that frosted his elegantly ebon cloak, he had the energy and agility of any canine half his age. His talons had grown long in his age, a few of his canines missing from past hunts or fights. His scars were many and gave him a weathered look. His eyes shone, although he was slowly gaining blindness in his left eye, giving it a more milky-appearance. Landon’s belly was beginning to round a bit and he had grown a little burly since his youth. Even now, Tehya could gaze forever at the wrinkles about the corners of his eyes, the sparkle in their depths and the wrinkles that began to form at his large mug. There was a time when she could spend hours staring at the man she knew as dad. The only parent she could really remember much of. Her black banner wrapped lightly about her haunches, her foretalons digging into the earth beneath her pads as she observed him silently. Moments had gone by before she spoke. “I don’t want your crown, dad. I don’t believe it belongs to me. Mikolaus is the one that’s earned that crown and the rights to the respect and power it holds.” Landon nodded slowly, his gaze meeting hers and searching her own orbs, but for what, she was unsure. Those dark golden eyes… Mikolaus had them… Jacome and Eragon had their mothers green spheres. Jocelyn had honey spheres. But Tehya… Her eyes were different. The amethyst spheres… Where did she get them from if not her parents? “Do you think Mikolaus could successfully hold the throne and continue this packs growth? Protect it, rule it, guide them, care for them? Has he proven himself?” Tehya smiled, the corners of her lips tipping as she nodded slowly at her fathers words. “Aye, father. I fully believe he has the potential to run this pack as well as you have all these years.” Toes stretched apart, feeling the grass beneath large pads, the wolf’s senses in high alert. She was hungry. Amethyst orbs searched the lands about her, searching as far as her eye could see. To the hills in the west, the forest to the east. The lake to the south and the valley that swooped down from the west, towards the forests in the east. If she was right, hare generally held dens closer to forests where there was lots of cover, but searched for food out in the open valleys. Hindlegs rising, her haunches lifted upwards so that she came to a stand, spheres gazing towards the forests. Stepping forward, she began searching for the scent of any hare she could find. A hare would fill her easily. One of the benefits she found of not being in a pack anymore. But she missed them all the same. Lips parted, tongue lolling as her nostrils came a few inches towards the ground, searching for the smell of food. A meal. Even a smaller rodent would do, so long as her hunger was quenched. But still, she found no scent trails. Nothing fresh anyway. Paw pads kicked at tall grass and weeds as she walked through the field towards the valley and the forest. Movement. It was small movement, barely noticeable to an animal that wasn’t a hunter. The tall, angular ears that sprouted from the grass several hundreds of yards away, beady little eyes, and the distinctive lift to watch for any predators. A hare. The tawny colors easily hid it in the long grass and the weeds, but it only took one small movement before Tehya spotted it and crouched low to the ground. Her rear wiggled slightly, hindlegs preparing to throttle her forward, her talons releasing their vice-like grip on the ground. Acoustics stood at attention on her skull, eyes focused completely on the hare. A few moments went by and as the hare dropped itself back to the ground to continue foraging, Tehya took off, her hindlegs launching her off the ground and in the direction of the hare. The hare had spotted her coming within seconds and took off, his legs propelling him through the tall grass as he sped away. He was fast, even for a skilled hunter, but he would be an easy take-down. Grass whipped at her legs and belly, the hares movements cutting a jagged line through the grass, creating a path for Tehya to follow. A sharp turn was taken by the hare and Tehya followed in quick pursuit, cutting a sharper turn to get closer to the rodent. She could see its tail just feet ahead of her… Its large back pads flipping upward as it leaped. Still, Tehya’s focus was concentrated entirely on the rabbit, her paws moving in its direction, her acoustics focused solely on the sounds of his body hitting the ground and leaping away, her eyes on his movements and the direction he intended to take. In moments, that rabbit would be hers. As it cut into the forest, however, Tehya came to a disadvantage. He could easily find his den, if not another animals. There were many hiding places out here. In the midst of her thoughts and her spheres glancing away, she swore she could hear his heartbeat thundering in his little chest. But it was too loud to be his heartbeat, wasn’t it? Her gaze was searching, even as she chased the hare. Someone or something else was here. And she could smell it…. So close.. wordcount;; one thousand, forty-nine. lyrics;; all to myself - marianas trench

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[bg=Black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Spietato Delore was a land void of happiness, to the point that it lacked all the neccessary ingredients to even create any form or version of the emotion. Little could one tell by gazing at the packlands from afar, and yet as soon as a foolish traveler let his curiosity lead him across the borders, he would be stricken by the sickly feeling that was the disease of the land and its inhabitants. This disease, or plague, was not a physcial illness. It attacked not the immune system, but instead the hearts and minds of its prey. As if the thick smell of blood and death and misery were not enough, a heavy miasma of all this pent up negative energy seemed to weigh down upon the land and everything in it. It was that feeling that something was utterly, terribly wrong... Except the feeling never went away. He had never quite belonged there... Most of the wolven of Spietato were born here. Rarely did an outsider survive a night. Monks and preachers brought in as captives of war were laughed at, taunted and tortured. Never could their light penetrate the foul and heavy miasma that encased their souls. Yet as a young pup, Belial could remember the day King Bearach, his father, had dragged into the heart of the lands a femora by the name of Lucina. He had made her 'his'. Decided to keep her around, the first of many captives to come that were then made slaves. He beat her, in more ways than one, on a daily basis. Somehow, Belial knew that without Lucina he might have very well become a lot like Bearach himself. Lucina's soul continued to shine, she continued to smile, and to do her best to educate Belial and his siblings about the 'other' side of the world and life. She continued to do so, right up until the day Bearach murdered her. No one was sure why he finally did it, but most spoke of Drazen complaining that Belial had been agreeing with her and that he should be heir incase his brother went 'soft'. That had been the final straw. Belial had been in constant training, had already been forced to kill one of his own brothers. Once Lucina was gone, he decided he could not risk being shaped into the monster that should be the heir of the wicked place. Along with his sister Aoife, the two had fled... Caelum had been too frightened to join them.. He had refused. It was not a perfect escape however, for scouts had spotted them and little did they know they were already being followed. He and Aoife had parted soon after then, few words but many tears.. She was going to live with her new mate and his pack... Yet Belial felt he needed to go elsewhere. She couldn't understand, but eventually accepted it... It seemed so long ago now. When really it had barely been a week. ----------------- Nostrils flared and whiskers twitched, soft nose pressed firmly against the cool earthen floor. The wolf let the trail lead him, it was dull and old but it was the only scent he'd found in miles. Stomach rumbled, ears perched high and alert, his expression was as intense as if he were hunting a prized elk that was fit for a feast. Instead, he hunted a hare.. perhaps only a few pounds at best. His eyes would tell a different story, as they glimmered with hunger and the hunt. Limbs moved silently, and gracefully as he trotted across the field in his search. Dipping down little hills, and gliding up the rises with ease, muzzle still low to the ground. The scent had carried him far, and finally did it now grow stronger. Belial took a moment to finally look up, as he passed the treeline of the forest. The woods grew thicker quickly, light was sparse between the foliage. There was little hope of finding and snatching his prey in these conditions, and yet he once more lowered his snout to the soil. He was determined now, after tracking the thing for so very long. It only took a few yards of travel, weaving the trees, hopping logs and other fallen debris, before he halted abruptly and the world went silent. A comotion. A creature stricken with fear has darted into the woods, seemingly out of nowhere, and had suddenly froze in a tiny clearing between the trees. There sat the hare, staring into his golden and emerald flecked firey eyes, it had stopped once it had spotted him. One pair of eyes squinted with the intense look of the predator, while the other set widened in even more horror and shock. Something was off, as though the creature did not know where to flee... As though he was already consumed with fear and Belial had simply added to it... His limbs suddenly tensed, ready to spring into action with all his pent up energy. The hare as well, broke free of its shock and like the wind it was off.. Belial sprang into motion, surging after it and into the clearing. Tunnel vision reigned supreme, hunger enveloped his brain and formed his actions.. He was blind to the signs, to what he should have realised made the hare bolt here in the first place. His first leap was intended to land him in the clearing, where his talons would have raked the earth and mits would have pushed him off and after his prey. Instinctual actions hit a wall as he leaped however, or rather, instincts, actions, and his entire physical mass hit a poor unsuspecting hunter... The world went black for a moment, his mind reeled as he tried to figure out what had just happened.. A THUD and a tumble, limbs flailing and searching for solid ground, body twisting and eyes squeezed shut for impact. The only thing not in a completely shocked and desperate panic was his nose, which twitched for a mere second at the lovely scent that had only for a moment embraced him. Did he dare open an eye? He was already on his feet, scrambled to them somehow apparently. Eyelids slowly opened, for his nose had just told him what he'd literally ran into. He was.. ashamed, slightly. As his eyes landed on her, an ear folded back and his features shifted into a sheepish grin. He actually had to look away, and for some reason he laughed.. A hearty chuckle, something that would only happen when there were no words to describe what was going on in his head. He was still rather baffled by what had just happened, and waited curiously with that silly look on his face for her reaction. [glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]

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[Asphyxia]

[bg=25252f][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] The large predator stood upon his hindlegs, monstrous jaws parting to let out a bellowing roar of pure fury. His fur shifted as his weight lifted into an upward stand, his large forepaws hanging before him. His great jaws lifted upwards at he roared at the smaller she-wolf, his ears back and dark eyes locked upon her. The big, burly grizzly had decided her brother was dinner and attacked him and Tehya had come to her brothers aid. Knowing full well the speed of a motivated grizzly, she decided to wait for him to either back off or let her go. But Tehya knew full well in her mind that such wouldn’t happen. Her pads stepped backward a few slow, agonizingly second-long steps, acoustics tucked flat against her skull as she stared at the predator, spheres wide, brow knit together, her jaws hanging open as her tongue lolled nervously. Shoulders hunched, hackles rising, her plume tucking slightly between her back legs. Her talons dug into the earth as her gaze left the grizzly for only mere moments. Mikolaus lay unconscious against a tree a couple yards from her, his breathing seemed fine, and she was sure that meant he hadn’t broken any ribs or damaged his airways, but her worry was large all the same. In attempting to protect him, she’d been slammed around a bit herself and was bleeding already. The bear had a lot of blood about his scruff, legs and neck, but little damage had been done to him in comparison to the few, mere swipes he gave with his boulder-like paws. He easily stood at seven feet tall on both back legs, and at least five on all fours. His hunched shoulders and tensed muscles indicated his agitation. As he slammed down on all fours, Tehya could have swore she felt the ground shake. He charged her. If she ran, he would run her down and kill her with her back turned to him. If she stayed and did nothing, he would easily kill her. The only option she saw was to fight back. Propelled off her back legs, Tehya leapt through the air and landed with a big thud upon the bears shoulder, his body rising as he stood upon his back legs to attempt to swipe at her with his massive paws. One swipe was all it took, before she even had her jaws latched upon the bear and she was thrown from his body, back to the ground. Scrambling back to her pads, Tehya launched at the bear again. Mikolaus shouted her name. And it was then that she felt his large claws slam into her chest and rip at her flesh. A loud yelp ripped from her jaws, her body being flung from the bear in the direction of the cliff. Her body slammed into the ground, her haunches slowly sliding off the edge of the cliff towards the river rapids below. All she could see and feel was red. Pain, seering, aching, powerful pain that sent chills splicing down her spine. Her breathing came out in rapid gasps of whines. Mikolaus was getting up from the tree he had been tossed against and was coming in the direction of the bear. But the bear was thudding towards her. In a last ditch effort to get up, she dug her talons deep into the earths depths and began pulling herself away from the cliff. As the bears dark shadow loomed over her, Tehya gazed up into the eyes of death and felt his paw fling her from the cliff. All she felt was the sharp sting of water hitting her, flopping through the liquid surface and feeling the water soak her and drag her, pulling the blood from her body. In moments, things had changed from good to… well… Not necessarily good. As Tehya sprang in the direction the rabbit decided to take off in, she felt something hard slam full force into her in midair. Being slammed back, she landed sprawled upon her spine, letting out a loud “Oof.” as she hit the ground. The bodice of another wolf had slammed into her. Had he gone after the hare too? Amethyst spheres blinked in rapid confusion, staring at him as he quickly climbed off her, his sheepish grin turned in her direction as he gazed back at her and let out a chuckle. In his amusement at the situation and after realizing what had happened, she couldn’t help but chuckle too. Her muscles which had tensed now relaxed as she realized he wasn’t much of a threat, or didn’t intend to be. Her hackles which had rose, had been pushed flat as she lay upon her back. Rolling her weight, she rolled to her side, then her belly, paws pulling together beneath her black chassis to lift her upwards. She turned slightly to face him. “Well, it seems you’ve ruined my meal. Might I ask the name of the wolf that has already made me fall for him?” Her amused joke fell into silence as her auds which had tucked backward, came forward to listen for his lyrics, her nostrils flaring to take in his scent. He wasn’t from her fathers lands. So where had he come from? Her haunches slowly reclined her into a sitting position as her ruffled fur was given a gentle shake to fall back into place as was normal. Her talons gripped at the ground as she sulked about her lost meal. Her stomach rumbled loudly, her brow knitting together. As she waited for a response, she decided to take a detailed observation of the wolf. He was larger than her, although not by too much. His coat was painted grays, timbers, whites. His golden spheres were striking as she finally lifted her own amethystines to meet his. Her plume wrapped about her hindlegs, her crown tipping slightly as she locked her gaze with his. Gazing off in the direction the hare had disappeared, longingly, Tehya let her gaze drift back to Belial Cuvar. “Looks like we both lost out on a quick meal.” wordcount;; one thousand, eighteen. lyrics;; say anything - marianas trench notes;; BTW, That bear attack was where Tehya got the big scar that stretches across her chest. xD

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[bg=Black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] There was something different about this one. The feeling that crept and crawled its way into the pit of his stomach was unexplainable. The wolf entered into a state of awe as his gaze washed over her figure. Yet it was not the dazzling ebonite pelt, the intruiging amythest eyes, or even the curious scar across her chest that drew his undivided attention. It was simply the energy that she projected, something Belial had seemed to always be keen to. He was staring. Not only that, he was grinning too. Blinking hard, Belial tore his gaze away with much effort to stare in the direction the hare had dissapeared. Then she spoke, and with her jest another chuckle escaped his lips. Gaze swung back now to meet hers, and he smiled a smile of genuine apology. "Well.. I am truly sorry, ..for half of that." He winked, hoping she wouldn't take him too seriously. "I'll let you decide what half.." He couldn't help but joke in such an odd situation. "I'm Belial Cuvar... " He paused, realising his poor and unpracticed manners. There wasn't exactly a lot of formalities used in Spietato Delore. His voice then became a little more serious, calm tones were strong and yet somehow gentle. "Ah, I hope I did not hurt you though...and.. I'd love to know the name of the lady I intend to hunt a new meal for." -------- "Where are you going?" Drazens voice dripped with a foul disgust, as he already knew the answer. "We, are leaving... " Belial has answered calmly, taking two very purposeful steps to stand firmly between his brother, and sister Aoife. "You,

[/i]Belial, are heir to fathers throne! You cannot just leave... Is Spietato Delore not good enough for you? ... I knew you were not fit. I tried to convince him... "[/color] Drazen stared them down, obvious annoyance and anger building in his eyes.

"I [/i]can leave... and I will. I won't stay in this place any longer. I don't want to be heir to hate and grief.."[/color] Belial motioned to Aoife to start walking. She had hesitated, but had trusted her brother.

"HA! Fight me, Belial! Let me prove myself to him, and take your place. Or are you [/i]afraid?"[/color] Drazen spat, hackling as he took a menacing posture. He intended to show Bearach who was really fit to rule in his place.

Belial had let a small growl escape his lips then, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes accordingly. "It's pointless, Drazen. I am leaving" his voice grew louder, unhesitant.

Drazen was not as foolish as he might have seemed. In that moment, he knew that if he and Belial were to fight, even if they were equally matched, Aoife would eventually jump in to save the day. Those two defended eachother to the bone. He grunted in irritation. "Fine. You go, and see how long it takes before fathers men tear you into bite-sized pieces for [/i]abandoning him and the lands.."[/color] He turned, and had trotted off without another word.

Belial and Aoife had stood, watching him go. They knew they had little time to spare. Yet instead of fleeing in the direction in which they were already headed, the two had snuck unseen back through the lands. Back to the other end, and to the borders opposite of where Drazen would report them leaving. It would have been a perfect getaway too... If not one pair of lonely eyes had spotted them cresting the final ridge of the lands borders.[/i]

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Her energy was about as opposite of any femora from back home as it could get. Yet there was pain there too, not the same festering pain that gave shelter to hate and rage, but another kind. Strength, he felt, too. All of that, intwined perfectly with some sort of gentle kindness, that was odd for him to sense. There was no underlying threat, as there was with any new face he'd come across from home. No danger lurking behind false niceties. Her demeanor seemed honest, not a facade to find his weakness. It was strange.. it was refreshing.

The wind rattled between the branches of the forest, sweeping up leaves and twigs to dance them about the forest floor. The sudden gust ruffled Belials pelt, dimming the sounds of the forest for a few moments. Perhaps enough time for the eyes that watched from afar to sneak even closer...

There was silence now, it had only been moments since he'd spoken. Leaves fluttered to the ground, slowly now so that they did not mask any new sounds. An aud twitched atop the hessians skull, a twig crunched in the distance... It had been a small sound. Perhaps another hare? He had no reason to fear being stalked.. Or did he? The breeze was carrying in the opposite direction, and so no scents could be weeded out. Slowly Belials smile faded, leaving a serious expression behind as he froze and listened closely. Gaze shifted to that part of the forest for a few moments, before looking back at the she-wolf. Had she heard it too?
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[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]

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[Asphyxia]

[bg=25252f][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] As Tehya pulled herself together, she shrugged through her ebon peltage. Amethysian spheres lifted to meet that of the males as he replied to her inquiries. Only sorry for half? A small smirk crossed her visage, acoustics tipping backward as she stared at him, searching his own spheres for a moment. “I have gone unharmed. Haha, surely your hunting skills would require that you do not run over me a second time if you intend to help me hunt a new meal, in which case, I may take you up on the offer, simply to see where your skills do truly lie.” Her teasing smirk turned into a smile, her left acoustic leaning forward, plume wrapping about her haunches as she rested them upon the ground. “Tehya Savaetta.” She dipped her mug slightly, as if mocking the very nature of their formalities. Water slipped along her bottom half like cool tendrils wrapping around her. Her front half lay haphazardly upon some rocks, a pink tinge being swept away, still, by the ever-moving river. Her acoustics flattened as she cried out, pain stabbing at her chest as she awoke and realized where she was. Nostrols flared as she breathed heavily, desperately trying not to pass out from the pain. She was soaked from head to foot, and it was with great difficulty that she dug her foreclaws into the rocks she had been washed up upon and attempted to drag herself from the danger of the waters rushing tides. Clenching her teeth together, she whined as she hauled her back end upward and out, lifting herself up and limping gracelessly toward the grass-covered ground before her. Every muscle in her body ached, felt like it was being ripped apart and she was sure… so sure, that if she didn’t get up… She would die. Exhaustion took over her as she finally got upon the safety of the earth and she collapsed, coughing up the water that had filled her stomach and lungs in her fall. Mikolaus… Was he okay? Was he safe…? Jacome… She had seen him. He had caused this! Lowering her crown between her paws, she urged herself to focus on her breathing. How much damage had been done to her chest? She could feel the flesh hanging open, could feel the blood… How much had she lost already? “Over here!” Peeling her spheres open, she attempted to lift her crown and look at who had hollered. A human? Spheres widened in fright. She’d heard of these humans. Of the man that hunted and killed wolves. Who fed dogs their disgusting food and used canines for no more than their worth or money. Lips curled upward in a snarl, canines flashing at the human that approached. But he approached her slowly.. So slowly.. And he kneeled.. Did he not know the danger he put himself in by kneeling so close to her, in such a proximity she could leap from the ground and puncture his jugular with one snap of her jaws? But he did not falter at her warning growls. Instead, he gently reached out and brushed his fingertips along her ear, her nape, her shoulders. His expression wasn’t cruel… He held no weapons.. He did not hold the guns she had heard so many tales about. “John, be careful, that’s a wolf!” Another one? This one was female… And sounded far older. But the young male simply stroked her gently. “She’s bleeding… She’s hurt. She’ll die if we leave her here!” Don’t take me away… Don’t hurt me… Where’s Mikolaus? Where’s my father? Could all they hear were her whines? Her desperate, pathetic whimpers? His arms scooped beneath her, being careful to avoid her wounds as he lifted her from the earth and carried her away. All turned black before she woke up again and was laying next to a warm fire. Fire? Lifting her head, even with difficulty, she gazed at it. The fire was contained. How..? Gazing around, she realized they had done something to her injured chest… Had they fixed it? As she attempted to lift herself up, she slipped back down in agony. No… They had only closed it… Not stopped the pain… The pain.. It hurt so much. A bowl of something lay next to her… Water? Flashes of the river slammed into her head, but she forced herself to quench her thirst and soothe her parched tongue. As the human entered the room, she eyed him warily. He only… smiled? And kept his distance. He was leaving her alone.. They weren’t hurting her.. The old woman came in behind him, a dish of something in her palms. She moved towards Tehya before placing it upon the hearth in front of Tehya. Whatever it was… it smelled delicious.. A brothy mixture of some sort of meats and other things she couldn’t figure out… But they tasted great.. As the silence stretched between them, Tehya blinked. She could have swore she had heard something. Was it possible it was Jacome once more? Jacome… How she hated him for what he had done to her family. Acoustics pressed flat against her skull as she tipped her crown sideways at Belial. “Did you hear that as well…?” Her muscles tensed, weight shifting as she stood, gazing in the direction the sound had come from. If nothing else, they would be prepared to tackle some prey… But from the sounds of it… It was larger than a mere hare. wordcount;; nine hundred, thirteen. lyrics;; always - saliva

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[bg=Black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] It was quiet now, a tense blanket of silence hanging in the air. The varg strained to hear something, anything, in the distance. Auds twitched above his skull, his stance changing ever so slighty to exude a sense of strength and readiness. He wanted anyone watching to know what they faced, and have the chance to think twice. Tassel swooshed once, twice, an irritated flicking from side to side before it froze. He had caught a sound, so shallow he could hardly identify it. A breath. Spheres darted to Tehya for a mere moment, lips parting to answer... "Yeah.. I did.." His voice was full of purpose, meant for their stalker to hear and understand. Before another moment could pass, the forest rattled only a few feet away. Out from behind some dense bushes a shadowy mass leaped, glowing eyes squinted and aimed right at them. The hessian was quite large, his frame flying through the air before touching down with a thud, heavy mits thundering as he approached. Hackles raised and lips quivering, this wolf had an obviously foul intent. He stopped a couple feet away, arching his body and digging talons into the soft soil beneath him. The bru was enormous, full grown and in his prime. His pelt was shaggy, slate grey in hue throughout his entire coat. Amber eyes shone brightly, brow furrowed, his focus was intense. Belial instantly recognised him. Yet he did not even know his name. This brute had been one of his fathers lead scouts, one of the higher ups back home. He was confused. Why would Bearach send a scout to do an assasins job? Surely he did not want him back home alive. So why.. Why not send the absolute best? "Belial! I thought I would surprise you, but apparently awkward silences do have their advantages.. " He gave a devilish grin, before his eyes hardened and he became a little more serious. "I'll just be blunt about this. I am going to kill you. I am going to bring back your head before Drazen and his band of merry morons are even deployed.. You know your father well. I am sure you understand.." Belials expression went from irritated, to unusually calm. He looked anything but surprised. A brow raised, auds perked forward. He even grinned... "Oh? You seem quite sure of yourself.. I'll be blunt too. If Bearach did not send you himself, then clearly you are not fit for the job. That's what I understand, because yeah, I do know him well." He didn't seem to be able to find the humor in that. Anger seemed to embrace the dusty hued villian now, a snarl slipping past his fangs. "I'll kill you both..." The grey varg spat, advancing with a somehow slimey pace. Without any indication of his intent, the bru charged and took a dive for Tehya. Luckily, he was far enough away for Belial to launch himself between the two. There was a tangling of limbs, a few snaps, but no serious damage to either side before they broke apart, the scout taking a few steps backwards. Belial felt a wave of anger pass through him. Not because the bru was here, trying to kill him. Just because his first move had been to try and harm Tehya, a lovely she-wolf who he'd taken a shine to, who was also in no way involved in any of this. He didn't want to get her mixed up in his battles, didn't want to drag her into the drama of Spietato Delore. He felt his protective streak burn in his chest, eyes narrowing and ears pressing back against his head. His hackles had raised already, head lowered to protect his throat, he took a strong threatening step forward. "Your fight is with me.. Leave her out of this." Belial took a mere second to glance back at Tehya, dissapointed that he couldn't get to know her better... He motioned for her to go, words were not neccessary. He hoped she would understand, he didn't need a guilty conscience, and he had already lost her a meal. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt because of him. His eyes flicked back to his opponent, just in time to see another figure come slithering out of the forest behind the grey bru. This one almost a mirror image, Belial recalled them being brothers. Great... Two against one.. He glanced back at Tehya once more, eyes locking with hers and pleading silently for her to turn and leave. He didn't have time to see if she would, his focus snapping back to the brothers as they began their charge. He braced himself, prepared for the fight.. --------------------------- OOC: ~ Gaaaaaah... wish this could have been better XD I'm no good at scenes like this. Anywho, the brother is for you to rp if you like ^.^' [glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]

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[Asphyxia]

[bg=25252f][atrb=width,518,true][atrb=border,0,true] It was immediate from the moment she had heard the slightest sound that had not been caused by them. Hackles rose, talons dug into the earth beneath her pads, spheres shifting from Belial to the direction it had sounded from. And it was with no surprise, that a wolf emerged. Part of her was surprised it wasn't Jacome. Had she finally lost him in her travels? Lips curled slightly, a warning to the intruder. His intentions were clear and they were not good, by the way his stance had formed and his smirk and obvious recognition of Belial Cuvar. Even for shere size, Tehya should have been nervous, but it was two against one in this fight, should one break out, so her tensions were eased, although her muscles remained taut and ready for the attack. The gray bru was focused on Belial, yet his gaze transferred between the two. As his name was spoken, Tehya lowered her lips, her mind spreading with thoughts of what exactly was going on. What had she walked in on? Belial was being hunted down so wolves could return his head to his.... Father? She blinked, staring at the stranger, then looking at Belial and staring at him for a moment. The launch towards her was immediate and caught her more off guard than she'd intended, but before she could make a move, Belial had tackled him, both wolves breaking apart almost as quick as it happened. She warily stepped back. What had this male done that his father wanted his head...? It seemed just.. wrong to her. Her brother wanted her dead, but her father? Her mother? But then... Not everyone's family was perfect. Her auds pushed forward on her skull, her gaze shifting past their attacker to watch as another emerged. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Belial's pleading look, but as the second emerged, chose to ignore it. Two against him was dangerous and the potential outcome was obvious. She glanced briefly at Belial, but gave him a hard look that stated a simple no. The two wolves opposing them were identical in appearance, so it was easy to tell they were related from looks alone. Their scent gave it away too. Tehya wasn't going to wait for them to attack and take the advantage. Why in the world would she want to do that? Her father had taught her well enough. She leaned back on her hind legs and shoved herself into the air, jaws spreading as she went for the second wolf that had come from the trees. He met her, mid-air, colliding hard with her body and forcing them down into a tumble. Both bodies rolled in the dirt and mud for several feet before they pulled apart briefly enough to gather their feet beneath them and launch at each other once more. Her jaws snapped around the pillowy loose skin and fur of his scruff, right at the base of his neck, her jaws tugging downward to her right and pulling him with it, acoustics flattening against her skull as she shoved him towards the ground with her left shoulder. Plume tossed side to side as she used it to balance herself better in the awkward stances she was forced into. The second wolf she attacked however, wasn't going to give in so easily, let alone get defeated by a female, as he surged himself upwards to yank his scruff from her jowls and bear over her. But she went for his legs as he did so. If she could just... damage a limb, she'd be at the advantage, but she felt his jaws wrap around her back behind her shoulders and tug her away from his legs and toss her to the side. She let out a whoosh of air as she landed on her side, scrambling quickly to her pads to lunge once again for the male. But she narrowly avoided his jaws by swerving to the right of him and loping behind him to latch onto his right hind leg. Giving a mighty heave that took most of her strength just to move the male, she flipped him onto his back, squeezing her jaws tight and jerking her head at an angle that left the wolf screaming. She had snapped his leg. The bone protruded from his leg, the lower half hanging uselessly. And still, the wolf clenched its white fangs together as it attempted to lift itself. It did, but it wasn't very successful. He was wobbly, now only being supported by three legs and being in such intense pain. Blood poured from his would, slicking his cloak. He snapped in her direction, a gesture that he wouldn't give up simply by a broken leg. So she went towards him again, zig-zagging in her lunges from one direction to the next before she met him head on, jaws snapping at his own snapping canines. Lowering herself beneath his body to give herself more advantage in range to his throat, she shoved upward, jaws spread wide and grasped his jugular between her teeth. Slick, thick, wet metallic blood began to slide upon her lips, against her tongue, down into her throat, and then, she tore. Ripped the throat from the wolf, cutting off his scream. His body hung from her jaws as she stood taller, before falling. She still had his jugular in her mouth. Disgusted, she curled her lips at the fact she'd tasted such a filthy excuse for a wolf in her mouth and spat his throat back upon his face. For a moment, she continued to feel tough, but the fight had worn on her energy and strength and the bite wounds to her back left her limping and moving in pain, and although they were not severe, she wanted to whine like a whelp. Instead, she grinned and bore it. Glancing in Belial's direction, she smirked at the wolf, her gaze drifting towards the dead counterpart of her opponent. “So dinner has been taken care of, now what?” Her gaze mischievously sparkled, landing upon him once more. Her lips, throat, back and legs were slick with blood, but her charm didn't end there. She kept her upbeat attitude despite what the two had just been through. “Perhaps now you can explain to me why we just killed two wolves that wanted your head? After all, if I intend to keep the company of a potential bounty, I think it's only fair if I knew. Besides, what if I decided the bounty was high enough that I wanted your head myself?” The joke was obvious, her chuckle lifting from her lips. She hoped he wouldn't linger on the fact she stated she intended to keep his company. Was it so bad that even though others were after his head, she still enjoyed being in his company? The adrenaline and the excitement was worth it, if nothing else. wordcount;; one thousand, one hundred, sixty-one. notes;; it wasn't very good and i made it out that Belial finished the fight on his end too by the time she was done, if you don't mind Turkey, otherwise she'd have nothing to say. lol!

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[obnoxiousturkey]

[bg=Black][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Despite his pleading look, Tehya had indicated she was going nowhere. There was no time for argument, as within seconds the ebonite fatale at his side had launched herself at one of the twin threats. A clashing of bodies, talons, flying fur and teeth. It was only a moment then before he found his own body entangled with that of the other twins. The first strike seemed to be a lot more noise than anything - As though this bru either had little experience in battle or had little nerve to back his fragile idea of assassination. Belial was unshaken by the threat, snapping back with his own jaws and letting teeth mash with his opponents. Forelegs rose off the ground, and they seemed to smack at one another - Talons raking uselessly before they bounced backward and separated. They circled then, Belials head dropping low to cover his throat. Muscles tense, he focused on his breathing, waiting for that split second of opportunity to arise. For a weak spot to surface, a chance to strike and do irreversible damage. The shaggy grey scout that eyed him snarled, his breathing ragged to suggest he had begun to panic. Who could blame him? His brother seemed to not be fairing too well against Tehya, by the sounds of it. Neither would look of course, neither could take their eyes off of one another. Belial carried a low tune of deep growl, bubbling in his chest and rippling through his throat. It was a deadly serious tone, he did not intend to allow this would be assassin to leave this confrontation alive. Time froze. The pair froze in step, ears pressing back against their skulls almost in sync. The crack of bone could be heard from one of the wolves battling only feet away. Belial silently hoped to death it was not one of Tehyas bones. They launched as the sound erupted, Belial twisting and pushing off to the side at the last second to land just inches away. As his pads hit the soil, he pushed off with half a second to spare before the grey scout even realized what was happening. He swooped his muzzle down and then snapped up wards, grabbing the soft flesh of his right armpit and chest. The scout yipped a high pitched furious noise, going into a frenzy of snaps and grabbing Belial by the thick hackled fur of his scruff. As he pulled, Belial sunk his teeth in tight and held on. Eventually his grip was lost, tearing out a chunk of flesh and pelt as he was whipped to the side and thrown down toward the ground. He caught himself, just barely, elbows bent as he crouched low before spring back off to the side. His opponent came at him then, now in a definite panic. He launched, and as Belial sidestepped the grey male decided to make use of his bulky size and bulldoze him. Within moments he had Belial on the ground, towering over him their jaws gnashed and clanked together. It was obvious that the grey beast was trying to get a clear shot at his throat. Belial took a breath, curling his powerful back legs close to his chest, flexing his back paws so that his toes seemed to spread - talons extended and feeling the energy of their target... In one powerful sweep, Belial raked his back claws down the soft belly of the grey bru, tearing and ripping at the flesh. Now as the enemy screamed and attempted to spring backward and off of Belial, he reached up with his jaws and took advantage of the open shot at his throat. In only a second jaws had embraced their target and sunk in deep. The warmth of a quick death flooded his jowls, ears folded backward and eyes squinted at the squirming last ditch effort of the shaggy grey male. It wasn't long before the struggle ended, its body falling limp on top of Belial. He kicked and threw the body off to the side, quickly getting to his feet and shaking out his coat and the tense energy that had enveloped his body during the fight. He exhaled, licking his chops partially to clear the blood of his foe, and partially to clear his own blood from several small facial wounds all around his muzzle. He had been winded after being knocked to the ground, and could feel a set of shallow lacerations in his scruff area where he had been grabbed. Other than that, Belial felt.. just lovely. He let his eyes finally fall upon Tehya, and he frowned at her limp.. It hadn't been her fight.. The grin she wore only set him half at ease, and he did his best to grin back. There was a hint of worry in his eye however, he was just glad those two had only been scouts.. He chuckled as she spoke, raising a brow and shaking his head softly. "I'm not sure I'd like to make dinner out of... garbage like that . " His gaze moved for a moment to each of the dead brothers, no expression evident upon his bloodied features. He did not like to kill... If he could avoid it, he usually would. He had already seen so much pointless death, but when it was your life or theirs, it was solely instinct and natural reaction. He wasn't going to dwell on it though. She was right... Tehya was blunt, she wanted to know, and there was truth in that it was only fair. Well... Why not tell her? She had just risked her life to aid him, a total stranger, he had never come across another wolf that would decide to do such a thing. It made him curious, interested, and if he wanted to keep her company then explaining himself was only fair. "Well.. I suppose they thought my Father would have been pleased if they brought back my head. As far as I remember, they were just scouts. They would have ended up dead either way, as I assume it would have insulted him for a scout to bring back his heirs head... " He gave a dark laugh, rolling his eyes as though it bewildered him that the brothers hadn't thought about that part. "Now, if a lady like yourself brought my head back to him, he might overlook the whole shame of it and just adopt you as his own in my place. And if taking my head is your desire, though I may struggle out of instinct, I would find it hard to deny you your prize. If only because of that charming smile, you see." He paused, hoping his humor would be taken well. A grin pursed his lips, tassel swishing to the side. "Before you decide to make me relinquish my head though, I must warn you. Being adopted into my family wouldn't exactly be a very uplifting reward." He grinned, suppressing a laugh, and wondering if she would leave it at that. He wouldn't mind more questions, and wouldn't be surprised if she had more. "Not to try to change the subject or anything, but.. Are you alright? I hope you aren't.. hurt?" He looked genuinely worried. [glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]

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