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Post by Arai on Mar 3, 2008 9:50:07 GMT -5
Watching the blonde warily, still ready at any moment for an attack, Arai snarled back at him as he exposed his fangs. He went into a fighter's position and she smiled. The wolf was ready to fight. Then his legs shot him forwards, and he was running in a circle around her. This she had not expected. Her long auburn hair was whipped around by the speed he was going. The air swirled around her. Now she had definitely seen that in a movie somewhere. Problem was, she also knew how to get out of it. The physics of the 'suck the air out of the vortex' were a little sketchy, and Arai didn't know if that trick actually worked or not. Well, she wouldn't be here to find out. Intead of standing there like a stricken fool, allowing this to work, she jumped. Aided by her wolven genes, she did a standing jump far enough to land out. It really wasn't too far of a hurdle, considering that the lycan who called himself Pete was bent over. Once out, Arai whipped around, snarling, and stuck her hand into his path, waiting for him to run into it. She would thrash him well for that attempt.
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Post by Pete on Mar 3, 2008 16:13:37 GMT -5
He probably wouldn't have felt the blow hadn't he been moving at such an inhuman pace, the arm stung quite a bit, but it didn't stop him completely. She was gutsy, he had to give her that much, but a 2"x4" doesn't win a battle against a speeding train. Play time was over, Pete still would have preferred negotiations, but the wolf inside him lusted for an opponent. After Vincent Valentine's mysterious disappearance many years ago, Pete had been groomed to lead Lycan Black Ops. as his replacement. Years of training had hardened him into an experienced fighter, and hand to hand was always that much more effective with super-human strength and agility. He would need every bit of it to take down Arai. After all, her frailty was deceptive... he had seen her deliver bone-crushing hits to men three times her size. I'm sorry it has to come to this... There was almost a moment of hesitation... but Pete quickly snapped out of it, he knew that there would be no mercy from the girl. He dashed forward wildly, spinning sideways and aiming the roundhouse high.
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Post by Arai on Mar 3, 2008 16:37:08 GMT -5
Feeling the satisfying jolt of the bigger lycan hitting her arm, Arai grinned devilishly in satisfaction. While it would have been amusing to see how long he would go before realizing she had escaped, it was time to end this. The two faced off now, the over six foot Pete and the diminuative five foot three Arai. She knew by now that he was fast and strong. But then again, so was she. Her time on her own these past cruel years had honed her survival instincts, strengthened her body and toned her down to the perfect fighting machine. But she hadn't encountered another werewolf in years. Now was the moment of truth. His fist caught her on the shoulder, as fast as it was, and she was forced into a low tumbling crouch. Recovering in a second, the vicious redhead headed in low, her right fist directed upwards towards his stomach. If her hit landed, it would hit upwards through his diaphragm and knock him breathless. At the same time, just in case her punch got blocked, Arai swung her leg around him, intending to pull him off his feet. A wolf on its back was as good as dead.
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Post by Pete on Mar 3, 2008 19:59:23 GMT -5
((A roundhouse is a spinning kick Jill, lol))
The fist hit him in the gut with a surprising amount of force behind it, accomplishing its purpose, it knocked the wind right out of his lungs, lifting him into the air a bit. The next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground dazed as Arai lunged at him, going in for the kill. Pete pulled his knees up to his chest and shoved his feet forward to repel his attacker. He didn't like where this was going. Two Lycans dueling it out to the end... this wasn't going to be a cakewalk like planned. Of course they could exchange crushing blows all day, it wasn't in the wolves' nature to give up... Perhaps it was time to break out the big guns. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, summoning an image of the full moon, bright and clear through the night sky. It didn't take long for the transformation to begin. By the end of it he stood nearly eight feet tall, pure muscle and ferocity. Nature's perfect killing machine. His once beautiful white fur had turned to a depressing gray over the years, but it made him none the less deadly. He stood waiting for Arai to do the same.
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Post by Arai on Mar 3, 2008 20:06:59 GMT -5
((Haha well excuse me for only knowing descriptions of fighting styles, not the actual names. Geez.))
Although her moves had been successful, as Arai leapt towards the fallen man, ready to strike him down where he lay, she found two large feet planted on her chest and shoving outwards. Doing a spectacular backwards flip, she hit the ground hard, scraping up her arms, and managed to pop up before he attacked her. But this was a strange fight in that he did not try to kill her. He merely repelled her attacks and waited for the next. Most peculiar. As he transformed, Arai bared her teeth and did the same. Her small face contorted and lengthened, becoming snapping jaws full of sharp ripping teeth, her body morphed until it stood at seven feet. It was small for a werewolf, but what the wolf lacked in size she made up for in ferocity. Her coat was a dark reddish shade, the color of blood, and thick muscles rippled beneath the fur. Snapping angrily at him, the red wolf let out a short barking howl of rage and charged. Her blunted black claws aimed for his face and his throat. It was time to end this fight. She would win; she had never lost before.
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Post by Pablo on Mar 3, 2008 20:25:38 GMT -5
Pablo quietly listened to her. He slipped by a smirk, how ironic. "You thought he was dead?" He said with a sardonic tone. It was rather cruel of him. His next choice of words he would have to choose carefully. "You were suppose to be dead." He said quietly. Oppss, a flash of his teenage self passed him. His mind quickly stumbled for the right choice of words. "We thought you were dead." He corrected himself, nearly emotionless. It might not of helped much. " I suggest.... You be careful around him. Apparently none of us have been stable lately." Pablo replied, closing the door shut. He walked back to his bed to sit on it quietly, what seemed like an eternity but was really only five minutes he sat still thinking. The appearance of Namir.... and the other familiar Lycan brought back flashbacks of happier yet less predictable times. "I must go back..." He said to himself, moving quickly across the room in a gliding nature, much like a ghost. The tall yet lean man flung open a cabinet. There was a bag, neatly packed. Long ago he said he would leave, that day had never come. Not until now at least.
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Post by Pete on Mar 3, 2008 21:22:49 GMT -5
((I love cheating.))
That was the Lycan motto... go for the throat... how ironic. Normally he would bash the opponent out of the air, but again, causing real damage was out of the question. Instead he used the wolf's momentum against her, catching Arai mid-strike and falling backwards, rolling over for the pin. It was a move he learned in modified wrestling back when he was human. A full nelson he thought it was called. His knee was pressed against the victim's back, with both of his arms keeping the enemies' from doing anything significant and keeping the head down towards the ground. Arai always did prove to be a worthy opponent, but he doubted she would be able to break his hold.
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Post by Arai on Mar 3, 2008 21:33:11 GMT -5
Flipping over madly, the wolf could only howl internally in frustration. Here was a move that she had not learned yet. Of course, she had never fought against her own race after the change. Finding herself pinned down, her teeth dug into the ground as she lashed about, trying to break the larger wolf's hold on her. His paws were heavy against her, and she knew somehow, deep down, that she had lost. But the red wolf would not accept no for an answer, not yet. Tail lashing and back feet digging for any hope of escape, the wolf struggled with the power of ten men and the ferocity of a demon. But it was futile. The larger one had won this time. Finally stopped her frantic thrashing, the red wolf lay there, pinned to the earth, unable to do anything. She closed her golden eyes, not wanting to see the blow that he would strike. But the blow did not come. Did this gray wolf know nothing of warfare? "Kill me!" the wolf roared, the voice hoarse from misuse and angry, "Just get it over with!"
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Post by Pete on Mar 3, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
((awww... Petes all mushy... and overly dramatic))
I've already killed you once... I don't plan on doing it again Arai. I've learned from my mistake, I took you for granted. I was foolish to put you in harms way... and I plan on spending the rest of my life making it up to you. You don't have to fight anymore, I'm here to protect you from the world, just like I promised years ago. This isn't who you are...
He relaxed his hold on the Lycan and stood to his feet. Pete began to shift back into a human form as a sign of cease-fire, the fur and fangs slowly receding back into his body. All I want is to hear you say you love me again. Life isn't worth living without you anymore... if... the old Arai is gone... I want you to kill me now. He cleared his throat and awaited a response. He would get one soon enough.
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Post by Arai on Mar 3, 2008 23:02:32 GMT -5
These mental words, springing unbidden to her thoughts, stung like an unwelcome bullet to the head. Pinning her ears flat, she tried to get rid of them. But they would not leave. This werewolf on top of her was an enigma. He was sensitive and caring about her even when she wanted to kill him. Her body stilled as she finally paid attention to the words. There was little else she could do. This is who I am! I cannot be another way! raged the wolf. But the human, what little of it there was left, finally spoke up. Small and weak from lack of use, the voice was nonetheless heard. No. This is not you. You were different. You lived, you laughed, you loved. Loved this Pete. Confused, Arai was hardly aware of the moment when she was free. Seeing him morph back, she did the same. Slowly her defenses were being ripped down. A chink in her armor made itself known, flooding her heart with something she had not felt in years, something she had forgotten. Hope. Arai blinked. The world had shifted. This man before her was not her enemy, and try as she might she could not raise her anger to kill him. Letting out a strangled yelp sounding somewhat like a sob and somewhat like a cry of pain, she sank to her knees, teeth gritted, as her mind was wracked with the pain of remembering.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 3, 2008 23:28:15 GMT -5
Namir didn't know what to do or say as Pablo closed the door in her face. 'They thought I was dead?' she thought. Dead... The word was so final and affirmed as if someone should come and slam a grave marker down where she stood. She didn't have a place with Pete anymore. She couldn't be anything to him if he didn't know her from Eve. A couple more tears fell from her smoky grey eyes and she turned her back on the cabin door. Namir had a family, she had Jarrod and Allorah to take care of now, she couldn't do this. No one except Pablo remembered her anyways. It would break her heart to talk to Pete. What little of it that there was left to break. She bowed her shoulders and changed with a sickening crack and the black wolf ran off into the forest in the direction that she came, turning her back on the rest of the lycans that no longer knew her, and she who no longer knew them from this point on.
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Post by Pablo on Mar 16, 2008 21:55:31 GMT -5
Pablo grabbed the bag, in reality it was more like a back pack. Either way he grabbed it and flung it over his shoulders, grinning. He was suddenly full of happiness in a non gay way. Something that rarely happened now, but quite frequently in previous years. His wild grin almost by literal term, stretched from one side of his face to another. He let out a sigh and joy, standing on one foot he turned around and quickly walked out of the cabin shutting the door. Within his hands he held one of his three pairs. Currently he had one in his pocket, the other Pete had. Nearly skipping, Pablo began to walk in the direction he had previously fought Arai. The critters outside watched him with curiosity. They tipped their heads slightly to the right and began to follow him. It was something new, something they had not seen in the so called King of The Forest. Pablo began to whistle, a familiar tune. It had been classified as his tune. The one he would whistle to when he was traveling, the one he would whistle to when he was bored. In fact it would make matters worse or better for Arai. It was the tune he had whistled to when he had first bumped into the woman.
The forest almost seemed to follow the man's mood. Everything seemed brighter. The leaves above, were allowing more sunlight to pass through the canopy. The whole forest life began to come alive. Nearby birds were singing to the same tune as the child. Squirrels and rabbits appeared out of their hiding spots. Everything was in place, except for the spazing Arai and the emotional Pete. Pablo approached them, paying no mind to the spazing woman he stepped over her and approached Pete. He swore she looked familiar. Oh well... With a smirk Pablo stopped whistling. He helped Pete onto his feet, and handed him the keys to the cabin. " Heres the extra pair of keys to the cabin Pete. You've been a jolly good lad. I'm leaving, and I might not be back for a while." Pablo explained quickly, interrupting their awkward moment. He reassuring patted, his friend on the shoulder.
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