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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 18:35:23 GMT -5
The growling increased as a menacing barking menacingly. Namir ran towards the two men and threw herself ontop of one as she gained on him, she began ripping and scratching at his clothes, the hate seering through her yellow eyes into the man's black ones. The man made a mistake by turning back to look at her, exposing the flesh of his neck. Her long white fangs sank into his neck where his adams apple would normally rest if he weren't screaming, and proceeded to tear his throat out. The other man was still trying to run looking back at her, and if at this moment Namir could laugh, she would. It was such a feeble attempt to escape, she ran ahead of him and whipped around to face him skidding the red dirt and sand into a dust cloud. Namir sunk her teeth into this guy's stomach, making him scream and yell. It only took a few seconds before he was laying on the ground disemboweled crying and whimpering in Spanish. ¡Quiete tu, hijo de la puta! Now Namir stood to face the man with a scowl on his face, her breathing was hard and fast, the dust still spun up in the back ground. The knife didn't intimidate her, her throat would be hers as well.
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Mathias
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Post by Mathias on Nov 20, 2007 18:46:12 GMT -5
I suppose that I should be rather intimidated at this point in time. This wolf had just ripped apart two people and from the looks of it, without really trying. Well that was always a comforting thought and imagery. I looked back and forth at the men that now lay dead in a pool of their own blood. It truly was a gory sight but I had seen worse. Try living in a prison where your own roommate kills himself using nothing but a wall. Some of you idiots would deny the possibility of that, I wouldn’t and my perspective is the one you should be trusting, after all, I saw it myself. People say life is hell; I say life in prison is hell. I say you can make your own hell; you can make your own life too. Does heaven exist if there is a hell? Probably, I just won’t see it.
So what do I face now? It isn’t a juiced up, shot up, belligerent inmate with a wrench; it wasn’t an over oppressive Nazis guard force that hope with every breath that I would give them reason to kill me. It was a madden wolf that was protecting itself. Hell I like to fight, you had to like to fight in prison or you died or was someone’s woman. I was neither of the latter, I just fought. It only takes one time to kill a man at age fifteen by cracking him over the head with a barbell. This was nothing knew to me, I just didn’t have a barbell. I wished I had a barbell. I had a cigarette that would work. I dug into my pocket and take out a back of Winston Box and take out a match, lighting it from the coarseness of my cheek. I then put the cigarette to my lips and smile at the beast. I embraced death, I embraced a fight. We have spectators by now, just like in prison. “I’m waiting.” I say coolly as I watch her.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 21:22:23 GMT -5
This one was insolent. Namir had never been this violent, and she refused to ever be weak again. You value your life so little, human. she mocked him coolly in his head. Namir kicked up more dust as she ran towards him, to avoid his knife she ran around behind him. With all of her supernatural strength she jumped on his back biting the base of his neck and shoulder, sinking in her fangs, ripping them out painfully. She needed to get the weapon from his hand, and with the grip he was holding on it she felt that he might be good with knives. Next Namir jumped and ripped at his arm that held the machete, trying to avoid the blade the best she could.
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Mathias
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Post by Mathias on Nov 20, 2007 21:53:33 GMT -5
I was slightly annoyed by this sudden flurry of dust and debris that she kicked up and was blinded for a moment. She moved faster than I anticipated and before I could really react she had already bitten into my neck. This was not exactly a pleasurable experience, yet I left no indication of this as I said nothing and didn’t even wince. I moved my left hand to throw her off of me but she had jumped from my back before I could reach behind to stop her. She was attacking the arm with my only weapon. Her nails and claws dug into my skin, causing major lacerations. I was not pleased at how this fight was going and I tossed the blade from my left hand to my right and thrust it at her full force, directed at her chest. Street fighting doesn’t do you much good when fighting an animal. You really can’t expect it to either, simply because people are logical and rational, animals usually aren’t. As I force my blade towards her, I was half climbing onto her body at the same time, ready to get up close and personal.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 22:09:43 GMT -5
Namir cursed to herself, the hot smell of her own blood filled her nose. It made her drive to fight harder, she jumped at his stomach scratching and ripping as she had disemboweled the man earlier. She could feel the experience and clarity of mind from the man, she couldn't search through his thoughts at this second to find out how. This fight was bound to run forever... With speed she tried to attack his arm again that had the weapon, somehow she knew that even if he didn't have the weapon he could probably kill her with his bare hands. Namir snarled and roared at him, hoping that it would intimidate him.
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Mathias
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Post by Mathias on Nov 21, 2007 12:09:32 GMT -5
I don’t think that a roar was really going to intimidate me. If a gang of over four hundred pound black men didn’t intimidate me, then a growl from a little wolf wasn’t going to work. I had to face up against so many inmates that some wolf wasn’t going to make me feel scared. Fear was an emotion that I had long since gotten rid of. In the courtyard you couldn’t show fear or you died. If you stayed by yourself, you died. If you ganged with someone you got into a gang war and someone would stab you in the eye with a screwdriver. You died. Fear helps nothing and therefore I rid it from myself. There is no use in having an emotion that doesn’t benefit you. You have to learn to not be too aggressive or people will just want to fight you to prove they beat the big bad ass. So, how did I survive? When you kill every man that comes into your cell you become labeled as something that no one f*cks with.
This wolf roared at me and I roared right back at her. Mine might have been a lesser volume but it would prove i wasn’t afraid. The blood streaming down my neck and my arm didn’t cause any affect. You learn to ignore pain when you are constantly surrounded and influenced by it. I left my machete in the wolf, I didn’t need it anymore. She had jumped onto my chest and we rolled on the ground for a while. I am not beyond biting and scratching myself because that was what I was doing the whole time. She had an advantage, but I was smarter. I slipped off of her, sliding under her massive body, my good arm squeezing around her neck with a powerful grip.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 21, 2007 13:08:02 GMT -5
Namir lay under his thick arms on the ground as he strangled her. When wolfs battled the goal was always to get the other wolf on his back, the fight was basically over then. Even if he did strangle her, she wouldn't die, you can't kill a werewolf that way, human or not. She struggled against him with all her might, their strength matched. In the back of her mind she knew the roar wouldn't do anything to intimidate him, but it would help get her courage back up to finally finish him off. The stranger was so skilled, she knew he must have had prior experience to be such a great fighter, when Namir on the other hand was going off instinct alone.
Now her instinct urged her to transform, still under his grubby calloused hand. Her bones cracked and her body vibrated with changed, the yellow eyes of the black wolf faded to the intense grey of Namir's human eyes. Her hair was frazzled and smudged with dirt, and the look in her eyes was wild. Namir grasped the strong hand around hers and dug her sharp fingernails into the soft flesh of his wrist and drug it down his arm. With one hand she reached up and scratched his eyes, begging to get at the tender flesh of his eyeball to blind him. The thumb was the weakest finger on the hand, and when you wanted someone to let go you always worked at that. Namir slipped her hand around his thumb and pulled it in an awkward position, breaking it. The blade sticking out of her leg didn't bother her, the adrenaline surging through her body didn't let her feel pain, only concentrate on the task at hand, pushing all of her force into her defense. It was the start of a new Namir Black, and it felt good.
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Mathias
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Post by Mathias on Nov 22, 2007 16:29:55 GMT -5
I wasn’t entirely expecting her to change back into her form as a female human but I probably should have been. The thing you learn when you are forced to survive everyday is to expect the unexpected and always be thinking ahead of everyone else. That can get a little bit difficult when you meet people with the same philosophy and you have to think ahead of them too. She changed in my arms and there was the sound of cracking bones among other things ringing in my ears. One would assume that my strength would have been depleted by now. After all, blood was still spewing from my neck and arm. The one good arm I held her with was now being mauled, yet not as madly because she now had human nails and not wolf ones.
I am not at all pleased with the blood leaving my body and pain replacing it. I could feel pain, but I didn’t except it as a valid reason to give up fighting. Those that did usually died. I am far from dead. It will take more than a werewolf to kill me. My arm still clenched around her neck, even though some of the skin had been ripped from the bone. The spectators were by now either barfing or had fainted from the goriness of the fight. I wasn’t done yet. I was still underneath her, now my body wasn’t being as crushed thanks to the slender body she turned into. If she had planned to be able to slip away she was wrong. My arm just tightened as her neck became smaller. I was going to have to take her out soon or I was going to pass out from the blood loss. One thing that I found to be regrettably true is that no matter how durable, how hardcore, loosing too much blood will kill you. d**n.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 23, 2007 22:18:22 GMT -5
The frustration of being trapped was driving Namir crazy. Not to mention the stubborness of Mathias even more so. How he dealt with the pain amazed her, but she knew that humans could only take so much. In her human body she still possed the muscles of the wolf that resided inside of her, which meant she wasn't just your ordinary helpless girl. Namir would be d*mned if she died now, now was only the beginning for her, and by no means was it to be cut short. Namir remembered her knives in their sheathes that rested on her ankle and formulated a plan quickly in her head. The only way out of this was for Mathias to die, she knew that he wouldn't give up, and for some reason she began to think that by killing him it would be doing a favor. Her stomach churned with hunger as the blood temptingly ran down his shoulder, dripping onto her chest, it'd been an agonizingly long time since she had hunted. With a metallic "shink" her hunting blade was out of its holster and in between her teeth. Namir mustered up all of her strength and flipped Mathias over, pinning him down with her shins by putting all of her weight on his biceps. In the back of her mind she knew it wouldn't hold for long, but she didn't need it to hold for long, what she needed it for would take merely seconds. The adrenaline surged through her veins as the animal side came to the surface taking control of her. The blade was in her hand and at his neck with a flash. Namir pressed the blade to his jugular and slashed his neck all the way across, slitting Mathias' throat. There was no way that he could withstand this. Just to make sure, however she took his blade that was protruding from her thigh, and ripped it out, then plunged it deep within his abdomen.
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