Power Hungry Round One [Dihren]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9nwvkas] Zozyr’s Glory. Somewhat of a tourist attraction for the wolves of Anikira. The tall cliffs overlooked the vast ocean that separated the small island from the rest of the world. All along its rocky face, there were nooks and crannies where birds made their homes, and, if one was lucky, there may have been a few crevices just large enough for a wolf to claim a temporary hideaway. But the descent along the face was not an easy feat. One wrong step and a wolf would plummet to his death. It was quite beautiful, really. At its very peak was where Chaos sat. His front paws teased the edge of the cliff, daring the earth beneath him to crumble away and bring about his demise. He looked out over the sea, a pleasant smile upon his maw. Normally, the endless water was a dazzling blue, shimmering like diamonds under the sun as it played host to the dances of dolphins and gulls. But today, it was the color of hardened steel. The waves were tall and capped in white as the curled in on themselves, charging the shore like angry bulls. The wind whipped Chaos’ ebony fur as well as the grass around him, bringing with it sheets of icy rain. Lightning lit the dark sky, bright as the sun, followed closely by the crack of thunder. It was amazing to be at such a height, watching as Mother Nature raged war on everything around her. A sane wolf—or perhaps more intelligent one—would have long since sought refuge from such a terrible storm. But Chaos remained where he sat, pleased as punch to let the elements roar around him. He couldn’t quite place it, but he was fairly certain he was supposed to be right there and nowhere else, as if he had an appointment or something. But who would request his presence in such a storm? Perhaps they would stand him up, leave him to freeze in his pelt at the peak of Zozyr’s Glory. He wouldn’t have minded that too much. He was a witness to the natural chaos of the world, the very thing he was named after. He couldn’t have been happier in any other circumstance. But the ebony brute did not remain alone for long. He hadn’t smelled the other brute’s approach, nor had he seen him, what with his back to the entire island. No, it was simply a feeling Chaos got whenever he was about to face a challenge. That’s right, the brute mused, the pleasant smile never once fading. I am taking part in a great tournament of strength. His reason for being on the cliff was to wait for his opponent to arrive. And arrive he had. Chaos rose to his feet, taking a deep breath of the salty, frigid air. These were terrible fighting conditions, which only increased the brute’s excitement. The event would hardly be any fun if nature was kind to her children. He turned slowly to face his opponent, showing signs of potential madness given the smile he greeted the other brute with. Lightning flashed behind him, illuminating his opponent’s face. Chaos wagged his tail rather joyfully, as if he was greeting a long-lost family member instead of a wolf that may very well take his life. “Pleased to meet you, friend,” he said charmingly, dipping his head slightly. “My name is Chaos. May I know the name of my opponent before I rip the heart from your chest?” His words had a pleasant tone to them, as if there wasn’t anything strange about what he’d said. words:: Six-Hundred and Fifteen muse:: Good tags:: Dihren mood:: Calm and collected ooc:: I can hardly believe he's being a gentlemen >.<

[dihren]

Zozyr's glory was a place of wonder really. Too bad today might very well be some sucker's last time seeing it. The high cliffs and the treacherous climb was something to not take lightly. One wrong move, one bad step, one mistake and a wolf would be plummeting to their death. The point of meeting was to be at the top of this mountain. Not necessarily a place that Dihren would have chosen himself. This wolf must not have been very experienced with the art of fighting. Any experienced wolf would have picked somewhere more sturdy to catch their own mistakes. This wolf must either be very cocky or, very stupid or, it could be both. Dihren was sure that it was both. But, he was a good enough fighter to win this. He was sure of it. He had been the lead warrior of Isata, had he not? Though, Jay's death was still in his mind, he had to concentrate on the problem at hand.

Dihren had thought the conditions were poor on the walk up there but, when he had arrived to meet a strange looking black wolf, he knew that he had been wrong. The conditions up here were much worse. His nose tasted the salty wet air. He couldn't say that he enjoyed it. Lightning lit up the sky as the strange, possibly insane, wolf spoke. He seemed to be happy or excited to participate in this game of strength. Dihren kept emotions from himself. He was not going to play this wolf's games. He was not going to be caught off guard by falling into the friendliness that Chaos was trying to portray. I am Dihren and I believe that it will be I, who is doing the ripping. No way was he going to lose to this psychopath. If anything, he would just push the male off the cliff and win that way. Though, that wouldn't be a good show of strength.

Dihren's cynical gaze fell upon his opponent, examining him for a quick moment. Dihren moved quickly. He was a fast wolf. He opened his mouth and was aiming straight for the wolf's neck. Dihren was sure that even if he got him, it wouldn't be enough to kill him just yet. He only wanted to rattle the wolf and show him who he was really dealing with. No lead warrior was going to lose to some loner.

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9nwvkas] His opponent was no fun at all! The brute held himself proudly, but not nearly enough to be a threat to Chaos. Just enough to prove that he was there for a reason, and he that he would actually be a worthy opponent. That caused a wry grin to appear on Chaos’ maw. A worthy opponent was the whole point of this little game, was it not? But the brute simply stood there all stoically, his expression completely lax. Talk about boring! Chaos wanted to see fear or pride or a calculating look, something. He could hardly play with a toy that was emotionless. Then again... What sorts of expressions would an emotionless brute show when he was truly in pain? Would he cry out? Would he beg for Chaos to stop? The idea got Chaos all jittery again. He was itching for this battle, more so than he had been before his toy arrived. The brute then spoke up. Chaos gave the brute a curt chuckle, void of any happiness. His eyes then locked with the brute’s, full of cold malice. “You have a very odd name, friend. I will try to remember it as I rise to the top. After all, you will be my first victory.” He took no heed to Dihren’s warning. Or perhaps it was a threat? A guarantee, maybe? Chaos hoped it was a guarantee. Just as much as he desired to taste the blood of this male, he wished the other brute would inflict pain on him as well. A formidable enemy such as himself could cause some damage. Chaos welcomed it greatly. So when Dihren made the first move, Chaos smirked. Just as the brute’s fangs were about to sink in to a vital point, Chaos leaned slightly. Instead of catching flesh near his throat, the brute got hold of his scruff. The pain of Dihren’s fangs was excruciating. But instead of yelping or crying out in pain, a loud laugh slipped out of Chaos’ maw. “You can bite harder than that, brute!” he barked, egging the brute on. He twisted slightly, causing the pain to intensify. This time, he let out a low moan. “Now that is more like it! And look! The cliff!” From the force of the brute’s weight, Chaos had slipped closer to the edge of the cliff, dangerously close. If he threw his weight to the side, they could both tumble to their deaths. But that would hardly be any fun. Having had his fill of pain, Chaos turned with a fierce snarl, snapping his jaws close to Dihren’s face. words:: Four-Hundred and Thirty-Nine muse:: Meh tags:: Dihren mood:: Excited, strongly masochistic ooc:: Short post is short XD

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9nwvkas] To Chaos’ astonishment, the brute didn’t make a move to dodge his attack. Fangs sunk deep into the brute’s skull and his blood poured into Chaos’ mouth. Crying in pain, the other brute released Chaos, nearly throwing him over the edge in his attempts to get away. A wry smirk formed on Chaos’ maw as he saw the damage he inflicted. He had managed to gouge the brute’s eye, the blood from the injury seeping down his light face, giving him a rather twisted appearance. It didn’t last long, however, as the sheets of rain quickly washed the blood as soon as it could stain his face. That disappointed Chaos. He wanted to see his beautiful work on his opponent. The dark brute cast a sinister gaze upon the sky. The dangerous storm had been magnificent in the beginning, offering poor fighting conditions. But now? It was taking the thrill out of this battle with each passing second. And it hardly looked like it was going to let up any time soon. With an annoying huff, Chaos turned back to his opponent. Dihren had gotten over his eye injury and was facing Chaos with fire in his eyes. Before he could make a move himself, the brute rushed forward. But Chaos was ready this time. He dug his nails into the soft earth, tensing his body. His soaked fur stood on end with each bound his opponent made. Soon, the two were grappled together, snarling and growling, snapping at one another’s faces. The pair tumbled closer and close to the cliff’s edge, dancing with death. Dihren managed to give Chaos a swift kick to the gut, however, effectively separating the struggling masses from one another. While Dihren was a safe distance from the cliff, Chaos found himself sliding in the mud at the peak. He should have been fearing for his life, given the fact that Dihren now had the upper hand. One little push and Chaos’ life would be over. And the look on the other brute’s face was clear that he was aware he had the upper hand. Though it was hard not to notice. Chaos was before him, hanging by a thread. A smarter wolf would have ended it by now. But perhaps this wolf wanted to kill him by his own paw? That would certainly make him more interesting to Chaos. Just as he thought that, however, the brown brute rushed forward, hatred and malice in his remaining eye. This was it. As the other brute slammed into him, Chaos made a grab at the other brute’s neck, hoping to drag him down as well. But somehow, the brute managed to get out of range at the last second. Chaos lost his grip on the cliff’s edge and plummeted to his death. Or not. By some miraculous accident, there just so happened to be a ledge right beneath where he had been standing. He landed with a soft, “Oof!” though he knew the brute above him wouldn’t have been able to hear. Thunder rolled loudly overhead, followed by a bright flash of lightning. Chaos leapt to his feet, waiting, waiting for the brute to look over the edge. Why wouldn’t he? A true warrior checks to make sure his opponent is dead before leaving the scene. And, just as Chaos expected, the half-blind brute’s face appeared moments later. Before his good eye could swell in astonishment, Chaos attacked, using that brief window of surprise to land a fatal blow. How he managed to get back onto the cliff is something he could lose sleep over, if he were the type to dwell on trivial things. What did it matter? His fangs were sunk deep in the brown brute’s throat, blood trickling down his front. He could feel the brute’s struggling become less and less frantic as his heartbeat slowed to a near standstill. Chaos clamped his jaw tighter, feeling that pride-inducing pop of the brute’s windpipe collapsing. Even so, Chaos kept his hold on the brute, dragging him down from the cliff. Once a safe distance from the treacherous height, Chaos dropped the dead weight, licking his chops. The brute’s blood tasted good, fresh. But he wasn’t about to eat his opponent. That was hardly a professional way to end a battle. He had fought bravely and deserved to rot where he lay. Arrogance swelled in Chaos’ chest as he looked at the continent before him. This had been his opponent; a wolf who had let down his guard at the most crucial of moments. True, neither of them had been expecting that ledge to be there, and true, if it hadn’t, the outcome would have been far different. But luck was something drawn at the beginning of a wolf’s life, and Chaos had always been a lucky soul. He alone had survived the slaughter of his entire family. He alone had been able to con a powerful wolf into believing his whole pack was against him. And now he alone had taken down a formidable foe in the midst of the greatest storm he’d ever been in. With shining pride, Chaos threw back his crown, announcing to all of Anikira that he was waiting for his next opponent to challenge him. As if to encourage him further, thunder clapped loudly behind him. And as the lightning flashed through the dark sky, Chaos’ song faded into maniacal laughter. He then turned back to the cliff, trotted to its edge and sat down as he had before his opponent arrived in the first place. “What a beautiful storm,” he muttered as he peered over the steely ocean. He nearly forgot completely about the bloody brown mess lying in the grass behind him. words:: Nine-Hundred and Seventy-Seven muse:: Awesome <3 tags:: Dihren mood:: Pride ooc:: This was so much fun to write XD