Bajo La Luna- [Kadaver/Angel/Rhjyyurayura]

[Cannabis Del' Sole.]

Its a long way to heaven, when the devil knows your name...

The sound of ones heart beat is so loud at this hour, the suttle midnight frame barely able to contain it. Silver hues swept the cursed landscape, trying to ignore the booming tick tock in his chest. it was not a boom of fear, or ever bravery. But one of simple and sinister curiosity. Burnt ebony pads dug into the course dirt, nares twitched to shift out the assaulting wind. He was in a territory not so new to him, yet new enough to matter. Like ivory silk, he slipped easily past the barriers that tried to impend him. Weeds and dirt greeted him as if he were their lord and master, and he snorted in retrospect. "if only you knew the truth..." Those words slipped past without a second thought, and with an air of grim determination he continued on his way.

There were others here, their tainted stench had yet to elude him. He paused, ivory flag raised at full mast. Oh, so their were to be other bodies to toy with? A small dangerous smirk slipped past, and he let a shiver of longing run down his spine. It had been eons since he had interacted with a fellow lupine, and he was long over due a visit. a quick sniff betrayed that these lands had already been claimed, by a female no less. Well, this could get very interesting.

Mother moon watched over her favorite bastard child, born of an unlawful wedlock with father sun to blame. He had been a good wolf once, noble and full of morals. And now? Now he was kept company only by the fireflies and crickets. Some life. Silver hues narrowed as he paused dead center in all of it, a wicked welcoming stance portrayed. He made no move to lurk in the shadows, after all where was the fun in that? It was better to meet such things head on, and he felt his heart steady to a slow rumble. he had never been the best at pack protocol, and decided it was better to simply call out the faces around him.

He tilted his sleek and noble cranium skyward, inhaled the bittersweet night air. And with jaws parted like the red sea, he let loose a rustic and somber howl towards the stars over head. It lasted all of 10 seconds, but it was clear enough what he desired. Silver hues a beacon in the dark as he dropped his head back down, his own sickly sweet stench embedded forever in the surrounding terrain. Head held low and loose like a coiled serpent, Ivory flag held at half mast as so not to disturb the alpha. Yet high enough to convey he was no run of the mill loner.

And so, was this to be the next chapter in his little black book? The wind caressed his dirty hide, and he shivered once more in its wake. It seemed things were already being planned out, and despite himself he couldn't resist seeing what it might be. One ear flicked as he continued to wait, wanting nothing more in the world then to forget what lay behind him.

[( ángel de la muerte ! )]

It was late.

Not so late that light was entirely absent from the scene, but late enough for the sky to be streaked with colours ranging from the lightest oranges to the darkest purples. Wasn't dusk beautiful? A mischievous smirk adorned the slender, ashen muzzle of the spectre as the scent of a brute drifted to her nostrils. She inhaled, and found the scent of a filthy, sweaty rotting male anything but repelling. Not that she found it particularly attractive, but she was used to such scents, she had grown up in the pack of the dead after all. "Hmn, I wonder... who might this be?"

The curvaceous young femme rose to her paws and held her head high as she looked around curiously. No silhouette graced the horizon, so the scent must be something strong if she could smell him from where she stood. Then, a low, deep howl racked the somewhat peaceful silence. "So, there you are, you elusive bastard. I'm coming to find you..." She trilled to herself, her tone smooth and full of mischief. And then she disappeared, as if she dissolved into thin air. This was when the fact she was a spirit got rather fun. Suddenly, she reappeared, behind the white pelted brute. She could tell he was older than her, by quite a few years, but with age came experience.

She'd been looking for a partner for a while. She wasn't quite sure whether she wanted an Alpha Male or a Beta, but she knew that she needed a partner of some kind. A successful pack is one with plenty of pups, plenty of strong members, and rarely did a successful pack have a lone figure of authority. So to see such a promising, strong male standing before her... she couldn't help but grin.

"Hello brute."

[KADAVER RASPAD]

The ghastly brute had wandered from mort territory to mort territory, trying to find another besides himself but, had come to no avail. It seemed to him that the pack was living up to its name--indeed, they were the pack of the dead if not a soul came to exist within it. Ah, now there's a paradox---a pack of dead, existing? It made no logical sense and yet, it was possible because they were not exactly dead in the literal meaning. No, they were half way between; something like a zombie--not quite dead but, not really alive. It was a mystical existence and, one that left him feeling godly at times, yet other times feeling quite angered. Angered, because, he could not 'live' like the living did----he could not 'feel' like they felt, he could not 'breath' like they breathed, his mind did not function like their did and, his heart did not 'beat' like theirs beat.

Just once, he would like to take in a deep breath and, have it fill his lungs and bring him the same ecstasy it once did. His 'breathing' was more to keep his innards from decaying--forcing that slowly thickening blood through his veins to keep his vitals in tact. He did not breath to live, he simply breathed to keep being. He sighed, exasperated for his long traveling had winded him, leaving his actually gasping for air to keep his limbs from stiffening, much like a dead creature began the process of rigormortis. He despised when his limbs began to stiffen for it was a painful process to get them well oiled again--he basically had to work his muscles over and over, flexing and recoiling them until they were lax again. At times, it took him hours to get them completely flexible again. Luckily, he did not allow himself to get to that point to often. He was always on the move. Even when he was sitting or laying down, he was keeping something moving.

As he lumbered over the terrain, his fur hung loosely onto his sickly thin frame. The parts that sagged swung with his gait and, the other parts revealed bone protruding from underneath as it sat taut there, where it was stretched. Scattered here and there, bones stuck out, most of them mainly along his spine and, on his face where a good portion of his skull showed. Two glowing eyes were embedded in those bony sockets, glaring out onto the expanse before him, as he continued his search for other morts. A vision of white, he truly looked like a phantasm as he moved across the ground, his rotting paws seeming to never hit solid earth. A loud gurgling growl echoed in his decaying throat, some fluid spitting out from holes and wounds, which littered it, onto the terrain below. He had to find someone soon or else he was going to have to stop and rest. He could feel his energy decreasing and, knew he hadn't much more on reserve.

It was just another part of being a mort. You had to expend so much more energy to carry yourself than one who was fully alive that you needed to rest more. Where the living could use their energy all day and even into the night--using bits of it to last them an entire day, the undead had to use theirs in short bursts, with rest in between. However, where the living gained, the undead made up for it by having a mouth that was full of deadly bacteria. One bite and, the living were given a sickness--sometimes it was minor--a cough, perhaps some sneezing while other times it damn near killed them. On a few occasions, it had actually killed another---leaving them completely weak and, defenseless until, they perished. He never liked killing but sometimes, it just had to be that way. Those lifers had to go and, get smart ass on him and, say things to hurt his pride.

He snorted heavily, sending snot to eject from his nasal cavities. It was quite gruesome but, he didn't give a flying fuck. He was a undead, zombie thing so he was entitled to some random acts of nastiness. His decomposing ears swiveled to some sounds in the distance, changing his direction so he could go toward them. After, a bit of walking, he captured two figured with his glowing, beady eyes. One one his Alphena, the other, he assumed, was a member just like himself. His assumption was replaced with knowing when he got up close enough to see the males partly decaying body, dotted with vicious looking, angry red wounds. He dipped his skull to his Queen, muttering a soft grunt. "Greetings, Alphena." He then swiveled his skull to the male, offering him a swifter and, less courteous nod for he was not King but, merely a lesser rank of some sort like he. "Good Eve." He muttered to the male, softly before returning his gaze to his Alphena. To Kadaver, anything lower than Alpha or Alphena was less of rank. So, going with this mind set, those in Omega to him, were the lowest of the low--lower than dirt---no, lower than shit.

[Rhjyyurayura Snix GodBane]

The great beast had not seemed to age more than 4 years. Being a Mort, he supposed, meant that he aged slower. So he were still that large behemoth, completely twice the size of any other healthy, strong male in everyway. Some places more than others..
He was a large, frightening thing; lips like sharp teeth, interlocking with itself in an odd deformity, allowing a pure, nothingness-white pour from behind his jagged lips. Every twitch, every movement he made birthed to ripples or stretches of powerful muscles. His intimidatingly large neck closer resembling the muscle tone of a horse rippled slowly with the flow of his body through the darkness. "Чорт цьому світі.." He let by a rumbling hatred for the time of day. If a single drop of light were present, it was too much for his liking. No only for his liking, but it depleted his great power over the shadows. Previously, the every drop of darkness had been ripped from his frame from every opening, sending him stumbling about like a drunken and stoned bastard. He hated being helpless, it was something he had felt once, right before his death. The thought drive his anger over the edge. Luckily the sun had died down, allowing his powers to wash over him with a numbing relief. Relief enough to numb his pure rage.
His blissful feelings never lasted long.

He would have loved to be asleep in that very large, gnarled, decaying-open tree right about now. He had found it more as a personal home and even though it was decaying it still held against the bright sun. But not even the physical pain and disdain the sun brought would keep him from a meeting with Angel. Of all he preached, of all the threats he gave to everyone who dared look at him, she was the exception to it all. As he trudged about with the gait of a lawless behemoth, the sun slightly tipped down more in his favor. The ground slightly trembled wide-spread around him as he dragged himself around; not at all caring to at least progress on silently. He had hardly cared; anything alive or dead would either move out of his way or be crushed.

Already he could feel the presences of multiple Mort. The third he hadn't much care for. It was young, whatever it was. There were the other two that caught his attention. There was Angel for one, that immediately captured his senses. She was much younger than he was he was sure. Not that he had ever asked of her age, but rather her beauty showed and flaunted it off subtly like a young child innocently holding her plump, blushing cheek as she was exposed to dozens of comments on her cute and adorable beauty that knew no endless bounds. But he could certainly keep up with her, as the age for for Morts' elder years were considered further back than other species. That was if she ever "came to her senses".
And then there was the second being. Rage roiled up like a dark flame form the bowels of his hole-ridden orb of darkness that was his soul. The only possible competitor for Angel's heart. Soul.. Touch... Laugh.... Body, don't forget that one.
And of course, the Beta position. The young, young male joining them was hardly a match in his speculation. He was more than twice as old as that young child. And literally twice in size. It was enough in his standards of pride.

As he came upon them, he let a darker anger passively spread across his facade, whipping his long, lion-like tail around like a whip to signify his irritation at the young - very young - male that had just spoken. He had such a young outlook on things; sucking up to the Alphess like that without a proper greeting to the rest. "Я особисто має намір поховати тебе, молодий ублюдок." He let by in his loud, authoritative and dark tone of tongue. "I personally intend to bury you, young bastard." He recited in his head in a "clearer" language. Rjhyyurayura knew two out of three here quite well - though both in terms of polar opposites - and finding a new, young male sitting about with "the manners of a dog" without any knowledge of "the triangle" was sickening for the large behemoth.
There was no space for arrogance, no space for kissing Angel's ass here. The pleasure was to be all his. He immediately progressed to the Alphess with a sly smirk, slitted eyes dulling into round, "adorable" umbra pupils. "Ah, your lady!" He wheeled around to her side with an expression of surprise as if meeting an old, old friend at a reunion. "I'd not known you would be spectating. I would hate for you to be too close to the action. Seeing but two would be a formidable watch. But three? It may be too harsh to watch. Some of two may gain the idea to.." His eyes slitted wildly, staring at the younger male. Already he loathed his appearance. "Go for the throat of the weaker link.." His voice lowered with raw threat and anger before completely shifting as his eyes met with Angel's. "Perhaps you may not wish to be too near to the action? I'm sure we would all hate to see that pelt of yours stained with our unworthy blood." He let his final piece by before taking his haunches to the ground and watching the other two; giving an loathing - and yet respecting - lift of his head to signify a greeting to ivory male.

[( ángel de la muerte ! )]

As her eyes wandered the frame of the first male, a second scent assailed her nostrils. Her gaze was torn from the ivory brute to the smaller, lither frame of a second male approaching, his eyes glittering. This male was rather different to Cannibis. He looked rather more sickly looking, and younger, as well. In fact, Angel would not be surprised if this brute was a yearling, or something close to it. Yes, she may look youthful, but one has to bear in mind that she was killed when she was three, therefore she retains the appearance of a three year old, even now. And she had been leading as a spirit for quite a while now. So in all reality, she was closer to the age of Cannibis than she was to this brute. Licking her lips, her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the young brute that approached. Did he want the rank of her second hand too? Surely the appearance of this male that stood beside her, and before him, large and quite a bit older than him, probably more experienced too. Of course, she would not discourage him for trying for the rank of Beta, after all, everyone's allowed some ambition, are they not? But the Queen could not help but think that he'd do better as a soldier, to train under a strong General - who she aimed to chose promptly, soon after she'd decided her Beta, too - and then once he was older, and stronger, maybe then would he be a worthy candidate.

But then again, she could be all wrong about him.

He may have incredible speed, something that Cannibis may lack due to his bulk, and maybe his smaller stature would give him the upper hand in a one on one fight. But this wasn't going to be a one on one fight, was it? She knew that they would not be the only ones gracing this scene with their presences. No, another would be joining them. And Angel knew exactly who it would be, even before his scent lingered in the air. As the mammoth brute approached, Angel could not help but let her orbs narrow a little. But not in a means to scrutinize him, no. But rather one of approval. Not that she was biased in any way, but his appearance made for this fight to become a lot more interesting. Maybe now, at the sight of not one but two males, which were larger and older than him, vying for the position alongside him - and believe me, they weren't going to take it in turns, either, it was going to be a free for all in Angel's eyes - Kadaver would back down, or maybe even just run away without saying a word. Now that would be a disappointment. But Angel remained silent, simply nodding at the greeting of the younger male, her attention mainly fixated on Rayu, her lips tugging into a smirk as the behemoth brute sidled up to her, his eyes quickly switching from narrowed daggers to wide and - if she could call it such - somewhat friendly.

"Now now, Rayu, you know perfectly well that I'd love nothing more than to be here. After all, if I were not here, you'd positively tear each other apart! And I cannot have that, there will be no fatalities here today. I need all three of you to be alive because so far, Mort is the largest pack, and I wish to keep it that way." She let her gaze switch from Rayu, to Kadaver, to Cannibis, then back to Rayu again. "And I know that you, dear sir, have certain ideas in your head. That doesn't surprise me at all. Hm! So, I will interrupt you gentlemen no further. There are no 'runner up' prizes. The winner of this brawl gets Beta. The other two can always aim for another rank, maybe even rechallenge for Beta, but they may want to brush up on their fighting skills, because if they weren't strong enough for Beta, they'd have to work to be strong enough for any other high rank." Her ears twitched to catch the final remark of the Ukranian brute, and a genuinely amused laugh escaped her lips.

"If I were afraid to be coated in blood, Rayu, I would not be Alpha, would I?" And with those words, she backed away and planted her rump daintily upon the ground, her pearly white eyes gleaming with excitement as she looked upon the three, waiting for the fun to begin.

[Cannabis Del' Sole.]

Power Play authorized


If he were even slightly more egotistical, Cannabis would have chalked up the gregarious young thing before him as a gift from whatever god he happened to be in cahoots with at the time. Silver hues locked in on those pearly white orbs in front of him, and he let a sly loose smirk spread over his inky lippens. For the most part when it came to woman it was very hard to earn his attention so fast, and in such a dramatic way. As if in agreement the storm clouds overhead shifted and rumbled. He could feel the venomocity ooze through his veins again, leaving a dark and sticky trail in its wake.

He pulled himself up to a more composed stance, suddenly and keenly aware of how shitty he must look after eons of being on the road. Yet, that might just be her type. The lightning flashed once more as did his slowly rotting heart. Yet, it seemed nothing i9n his life would be picture perfect. He cast a glare into the dark void as a youngster dare waltz in and ruin his courtship. He looked him over once, surprised to see such a scrawny young thing here among the big dogs. But then, it was never wise to underestimate such things. After all Dynamite came in small packages. He gave a curt and polite nod to the male, then allowed his attention to wander back to her.

He was ready to completely ignore the youngster and try and woo that lovely piece of Mort hide over to him, when yet again they were interrupted. He swung his scarred cranium towards the source of distraction, transparent silver hues narrowed in pure distaste. from the shadows morphed an impossibly huge behemoth, a twisted black bastard as ugly as sin. He looked this guy over more carefully, scrutinized every waking inch. He was larger, much larger then Himself and ripped like some steroid loving freak. And yet, not one of these things discouraged the old fool. In fact, he relished the challenge and shot a cocky half smirk in his direction. Oh this was going to be so much fun.

And as if on cue, cutting through all this marvelous tension like a pro Dear angel announced her plans for the evening. Like a famished and terrible beast, the venomocity surged upwards towards the news. Muscles locked and brows knitted, he quickly established whom would face him in all his horrid glory first. Calm and precise he walked past the youngster, he would be dealt with later. He cruised past the object of his desire, inhaled her bittersweet scent as he shivered in her wake. Oh yes, she was the best prize indeed. He almost giggled at the beta statement, sure he would fill that spot fine but he would not hide the fact that he desired so much more. He paused and glanced back over his shoulder at her, one eyebrow cocked lazily as he gave a small wag of his tail. And just like that, he shifted once again.

He now sauntered up and stood directly in front of the great Ebony giant, stared unflinchingly into those terrible eyes. Mug wrinkled back into oblivion, claws digging into the dirt. And without so much as a warning, He circled around the the poor bastards left side. Inspected him as earnestly as a common politician, before his mind was made up. he reared back onto his hind legs, front paws planted firmly on the brutes back. Quick as a flash despite his size, Cannabis hauled himself up like a monkey on a tree. He made no attempt to spare his claws digging into the guys ribs, and in no time at all his ass was planted firmly at the base of his neck and halfway up his head. Silver hues flashed, and he dipped his head down to whisper sweet secrets like they were the best of friends.

"I am in no means trying to scare you off, after all its about damn time I have a real sparring partner. but I feel its only fair I let you know, you are nothing more then a bug underfoot waiting to be crushed. And I Am more then happy to oblige." His tone was sinister, sticky, and sweet, Ivory flag trailed along tauntingly. He could be a wicked old thing when the time was right, and it had never been more so now. Breath baited as he waited, to usher his new pack-mate into the darkest corners of Sin.

[KADAVER RASPAD]

The male grunted as he was faced with no response to his greeting. A slight scowl slipped across his grizzled lips, for it seemed already he was being chalked up as the weak link when they barely even knew what he was capable of. Ahhh, just like always, I will need to prove that I have more guts and, more balls than these two steroid induced bags of testosterone, combined. His orbs took on a deliciously deviant sparkle and, his scowl uplifted, turning into a smug grin. He may have looked like nothing much but, he was more than capable of ripping these other two males a new asshole. However, he would not give way to his secret--he would let them mock him in silence and, when the time came, he would make cunning and, deadly blow. Likely, to a viper hiding in the grass, unseen and unheard, he would wait, coiled and ready to spring at the next idiot who came along and, tested their fate. It seemed today, two idiots would test their fate and so would learn very quickly just who exactly was on the top of the food chain and, who was nothing more than the shit that came from the most ghastly creature imaginable. What that was, he didn't know but, he mused that it would be something rather disgusting and, vile for these two to be the shit that came out of it.

He merely stood his ground, unwavering as Canna-ass and, then a newcomer with a name he wouldn't even try pronouncing came to to lavish Angel with some undesirable word vomit like his mongoloid counter part Canna-ass. The phantasm did not interject but, quaffed inwardly at such nonsense. The true way to getting a femme's attention was not by being utterly sleazy but, being respectable. Kadaver was in no way lowering himself to the two males level--he was not interested in Angel. She was his Alphena and, though he craved power just as much as the next male, he barely knew Angel. To up and, throw himself at her now was pitiful, no deplorable. He ignored Ryah-whatever's morose verbal diarrhea and rolled his eyes. He lowered himself to his haunches, hos bones creaking and cracking until, he settled. He glanced from Angel, to Ryah-blah-blah-blargh to Canna-ass and, listened to what thrilling mayhem Angel had in store for the three males who all wanted Beta--they were to spar; fight for the rank.

So this was what it came down too? Fighting for Beta? So be it, then. He raised his gaze to Angel and, nodded in agreement. "So be it. Let's get on it with it, then? So, I can whip these idiots asses and, go take a nap or something." He flashed a maniacal grin before turning his gaze to Rya and Cannibas. As if on key, Cannabis began to circle Rya. Kadaver merely watched, waiting for the right moment to make his strategic hit. He watched as Cannabis dove up a tree and, then came back down to land on top of Rya--his ass perched on top of his shoulders and his head faced toward Rya's ass. Ohhh....what a shocking attack. The ghastly white beast, made a dive forward and, aimed his powerful chops right for Rya's back leg. If, he could get a grab onto them which, he should by all logic because, Rya was faced the other way--his own jaws nowhere near where Kadaver was aiming and, Cannabis' head was blocked by Rya's tail, making it awkward for him to make a strike for Kadaver, if he made an attempt at it. Awkward because, he would basically have to swing himself off of Rya's back and, then send his chops for Kadaver which by then, Kadaver should already be locked onto Rya's hind leg.





notes; if I read what Cannabis did correctly then what Kadaver does should make sense. However, if I misread anything, I will fix my post. :)

[Rhjyyurayura Snix GodBane]

His whole body shuddered with the similarities of a classic car's frame once its huge, massive engine purred on. His muscles could be seen under his short pelt, moving slightly with unknown reason as he merely breathed or lowered his shoulders. Such movement almost seemed unnecessary of such small task. He was better described as a Shire Horse on strict steroids used to aid it in drawing up carriages. His snorts and voiceless laughs were betterly described as the snorts of huge horses' or of a wildebeest with a crocodile around its neck as it struggled to survive with its adrenaline rush, exiting into the air with an abrupt and less-sentimental tone. Rhjyyurayura was a large thing, his paws were large enough to uproot earth around them as they were pressed to the ground with such intent. He had a skill of his own; focusing his weight into his paws. It made for all that muscle to crush down on anything under them. He was a war machine built for killing. Unfortunately he had more downfalls than upsides.

At the miraculous Angel's words, the behemoth felt his heart drop. No fatalities? This was upsetting. But he didn't want to kill his rival. They had many more duels before the final one. After all, they just started their life after death. Now wasn't the time to end it.
"You? Kick our asses? Boy, you amuse me. You're like a rat trying to hump a horse in perspective to me. Don't you fucking try it." He growled lowly with amusement as he eyed the young "child". He had the best metaphors, didn't he?

His pupils tightened into sharp daggers as his rival from hell circled him. He kept his head straight however, as if a mechanical machine failing to sense any means for action. His eyes followed as Cannabis circled in their view, but yet no further. There was a blank slated expression across his facade as he watched, ears following the rest in which the eyes had let past. An unexpected lurch followed the feel of piercing claws into his back as the swift Cannabis hurled himself up better than a skilled primate up a tree. He could feel the stone-cold claws digging into between the segments of his exposed, bony-white spine that was held in only by strips of hair and black innards that was more likely simply darkness from his soul than actual "innards". It was an odd feeling; like having those tiny needles used to release stress being pierced into you. It hadn't actually hurt, but it gave an odd feeling as such. His shoulder lazily lowered in tension as if Cannabis had triggered some sort of "button" to do so. However, it hadn't triggered off his always-loaded mouth.

The Godbane's pupils tightened even more, his behemoth teeth glistening as he let a louder, sharper tone out that rivaled his roar, even. "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice lashed out with an ear-rumbling tone, although not necessarily "yelling" just yet. He lashed his lower body about like an unsure horse as its rider had given it two conflicting orders by accident. His muscles locked as the male spoke in his ear as if to be heeding it well; his ear whipping slightly against the tip of the smaller Mort's nose in reaction to the tickle of his words. He couldn't help but to let by his loud, backwards and pure-evil laugh at the tone and words spoken to him. "You? Squash me? You small fool, why are you so delusional? I will be the one literally crushing you! And I do not scare! What need have I of such useless manners?" He laughed once more before throwing his head almost completely backwards, side glaring at the male in whom sat upon him. It was a huge violation in his book. "Now get the fuck off me! What do I look like, your horse?" He loudly snarled in pure irritation as his raised his front paws and slammed them to the earth angrily to throw Cannabis off. It was an odd relationship between the two. They weren't your usual "dark rivals" that completely hated eachother, although in the Godbane's eyes, he despised the smaller Mort with his undying-dead soul. They were perhaps "friends" in part, in someway. They were slightly in their youthful years, at least. If they weren't in other company, especially Angel's, Rhjyyurayura would have certainly tried to rather roughly - and yet slightly with a "playful intent", to literally try and pin Cannabis down and sit on him with a note to show his more literal means of "squashing him like a bug".

The huge, now-panicking behemoth had become more dangerous than before when he was still; heavily throwing his hind legs back like a wild, bucking stallion. His long lion-like tail whipped with a dangerous speed to cut open flesh like an actual bullwhip, cracking against itself as it swept and curdled against itself, letting by the original sound of a fierce whip. "Get off of me before people start thinking that your mangy, shaggy body is a part of me!" A tingling feeling pierced into his right leg; warm needles sinking into the powerful, plump muscles that tensed around them, allowing them to go no further to the bone. With the jerking back of his legs under him, Rhjyyurayura caught sight of another pinning to him. From a far view, he looked like a babysitter having a little quarrel with his relative's children. The one tugging at his leg, especially had taken the cake of such a scenario. "I didn't notice you there!" Rhjyyurayura let his amused tone ring out, allowing his voice to sound "cheery" and lazy. He was having so much fun being clambered all over. There was no threat to him yet, even though his body tried to warn him otherwise. His adrenaline to spill blood drive up his body, hardening his muscles as they tightened against the teeth sunk against them defiantly. The Godbane was no normal Mort. He was not rotting. His blood was not replaced with green ooze. It was flowing life, his muscles were in better-than-perfect shape. His innards were different than others'. They were working.

Like a current of electricity, his adrenaline shot to his mood, sending his jagged lips that were better described as "teeth" of their own wide open with a roar of pure anger. He had almost completely forgotten about his rival. "I am going to fucking bury you, bastard!" A raise of his right paw, a sharp, jagged twist of his muscle-layered hips. A crack of the wind and terrain as he planted it firmly on the young, small male's head while he held onto his hind right leg. His muscles seemed to join together almost as he forced his energy into his paw, allowing it to tighter press down, all the while drawing his leg further away from the tight - and highly annoying - little grip the small male had on him. As he struggled with it in his irritation, he had now forgotten about Cannabis, allowing the right of way to any retaliation.


The Godbane was very intelligent. But one area he had ignored intelligence was his physical capabilities. He actually thought his strength would strike them out in one blow. Unfourtunately, it was not this easy.

Could you imagine an eagle striking down an ant?

[( ángel de la muerte ! )]

Hehe, this fight seems like it will make for a very interesting and gripping event. I won't make any IC posts with Angel until the battle is over, as she's not needed, but once the winner has emerged, she'll hop back in. I will however post the rules for the fight, so things don't get out of hand.

1) No powerplaying unless the roleplayer of the character you are powerplaying with permits it.
2) For each IC post, you are allowed one dodge and one attack, or two attacks, or two dodges. If you exceed this from here on out (If you did this in your very first fight post, above this post, I'll be fine with it, but past here, you have you watch yourself ;]) you will be warned, and if you do it again after your warning, you will be disqualified.
3) And obviously, you can't double post. If it's just a posting error where you post the same post twice, that's fine, just delete your second accidental post.

And I can't think of anything else HAVE FUN GUYS, AND GOOD LUCK. C: