The Weight of the World [OPEN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][bg=615b5b] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ Very amusing indeed... I tell her im alone, and she doesn't seem to be worried about my unnatural confidence in saying so? Most wolves I've met were less open about being alone, humans too. Wonder what rank she is that such a thing doesn't bother her? Maybe my pack's name will instill some fear in her, make her veins chill as the words reach her ears. Victor felt hsi heart lurch in an evil sense of laughter, though he never laughed out loud for her to hear it. The resounding echo of his thoughts seemed to shield his face, as a particuarly darker glow alighted his features. Normally by now he would have had anyone he was meeting with shaking in there skin. He supposed she was at least worthy of some minor amount of respect. That was certaintly something he didn't give out freely, most would have to pry it from his cold merciless claws, which also never happened. Victor was beginning to get the urge as he usually did, to kill something, or at least to hurl something at someone or something. It was a pity that the she wolf was the only thing around. It didn't seem fair to him, not that it mattered whether it was fair or not, he was a Nyalcom assassin afterall. A predator through and through, raised with the sole purpose to spill blood, and leak his vengeance onto this feastering world that others so wrongfully clinged to in there perfect worlds. She was sick, and he was bloodthirsty, what worse a situation could this woman have been in? Well for starters there were no real other distractions nearby, because Victor knew that the figure enclosed in the shadows would never stray near him in his wolf form, he was just tooscary looking for a loner to risk getting injured over in his mind anyway. He was guessing it was a loner, as a member of her pack would have helped her out by now since she was sick and all. Victor let his ferel side emerge in a toothy grin as she barraged him with questions. He could feel his blood beginning to boil and knew he could not resist the urge to attack her for long, though at this point he was almost welcoming the fury to over take him. His muscles flinched and flexed under the preasure of holding off the change, his inner beast, his wolf growled and slashed at his human side to be free and tear her apart. Victor was so close to loosing it, simply because he could no longer hold it back, he was built to kill. and his instincts made him weak to resist that temptation. Even around others in his pack he was feared, and only stupidly challened by foolish souls looking for revenge. Obviously none had ever succeeded. Smirking and speaking in a growling manner, he boasted his talents to her." My pack, no my contract is with Nyalcom, I'm an assassin, my name is Victor. I need no one, I hunt alone!" Howling the last words his fangs grew longer, and white fur enveloped his frame. His muscles grew longer and soon in his place was a pure white wolf. The eyes of the best were consumed with a haunting look, and his teeth were drenched with saliva, just waiting to sink into his prey. Victor was on longer there in mind, no now the beast had taken over, and it would have blood, or it would continue to search until he killed something or someone. Pity the soul that became ensnared within his mighty jaws, the very same, that were now focused on Emma. _____________________ 700: words.

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[atrb=background,http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/AshleesAlterEgo/Emmamiddle.jpg] Emma had hoped that the more time she spent with the peculiar man, the more at ease with him she would become. She wasn’t frightened and didn’t fear for the safety of herself or her pack, but there was something about the large male that unnerved her. He looked a little unorthodox, that was true enough, but the way he spoke and the manner in which he carried himself also caused her a little bit of distress. Even in human form Emma could sense that something was amiss. There was a heavy cloud of tension hovering over and between them, and Emma got the distinct feeling that the male was growing hostile. Perhaps it was the growl in his response, or the nature and content of his answer that caused the wolf within her to stir. She could feel her alternate form clawing at her insides, begging to be released. The male was a member of Nyalcom, one of the more aggressive packs in the area. She should have known. The female was instantly defensive and realized then that the male was probably hostile and was likely after a brawl or blood. The alpha normally had plenty of control over her shifts but when she felt overly threatened, it was only natural for the stronger, faster, and more capable form to take over. The Nyalcom assassin managed to shift before her, but Emma was quick to follow. Her pink fleshy gums began to tear as fangs widened and protruded, her muscles stretched and snapped as they moved to form an alternate shape. After approximately fifty seconds had passed, the young woman dropped to the ground and stood confidently on four strong and limber legs. She was a rather large beast and was unusually tall and burly for a female. And despite the change in the weather, her fur remained long and thick. Her triangular ears stood erect and her tail weaved slowly back and fourth behind her. The gray and black fur on her back began to bristle as she curled her upper lip into a menacing grimace. Her pink tongue slipped from her mouth, lapping at her ebony nose before sending three sharp warning growls in the male’s direction. Though the male was larger and (presumably) a more experienced fighter, Emma was quick and agile, and she wasn’t a force to be dismissed. She was by no means weak or fragile in her canine body and she was confident in her physical capabilities. But whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, the male had the upper hand in the strength department and Emma would need to act accordingly. If she took a wrong step or blinked at the wrong time, the male would be given the opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerability. The alpha knew that the male was challenging her. She was certain that his display wasn’t for show and that he had every intention of lashing out. At this point she knew that trying to reason with him would be a futile effort and that she would need to force him to back off with brute strength alone. The female supposed that if she didn’t strike first, the male would take advantage and perhaps attack and wound her before she ever got the opportunity to defend herself. Emma wanted the upper hand and wasn’t going to give the male a chance to strike her down. For a fleeting moment, she crouched down and then propelled her body forward with her powerful hind legs. Her jaws were parted wide and she aimed for the tender flesh of his throat. She struck at a bit of an angle, hoping to latch on to the side of his throat and pinch his skin and airways between her teeth. She made an effort to keep her body leveled with his, knowing that if she positioned herself below him, he would pin her down. She didn’t want to kill him if it wasn’t necessary, but she had every intention of wounding him enough to make him think twice before he ever came near her or hers again. Sick or not, Emma was pissed and nothing would stop her now.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][bg=615b5b] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ Insanity driven by rage, fueled his ever thought, and motion as he stretched his massive muscles , and bared the sharp incissor like fangs. There was no strategy, there was no gain, he simply was going to inflict pain. Victor was as far from sane as he had ever been. Normally he was able to control the urges to rip other limb from limb, to a bare minimum. He was afterall trying to not cause suffering anymore, or at least not for his pack. Yet here he was flaunting the name of both his profession and his pack, like they were something to be proud of, as he prepared to rip her throat out. He hated his life, he hated Nyalcom, his wolf however wasn't going to stop once it started so easily. If somehow this woman lived, he was going to have alot to explain, and the first victim that had survived a direct attack from him. With his mind being so far from the frey of the fight, he doubted that was possible though. It seemed that she wasn't entirely without will to fight. In an instant she too was in her wolf form, and snarling at him. She was bigger then he though she would be, and it hit him that she must be an Alpha or a Beta. Perhaps thats what drove him to kill her? Ironically it was her who attacked first, even though he had instigated the fight. She launched at him aiming imediatly for the throat, in an attempt to win the fight easily he guessed. This showed him that she had some reserves of confidence left, because she thought she would win that easily. Growling he jumped to the side and lashed out with his teeth trying to slash her. He wanted to drag this fight out a little, make his foe bleed. They were in a graveyard afterall, blood lay all around them, he figured he was simply adding to the chain of things by spilling hers here as well. _____________________ 418: words.

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[atrb=background,http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/AshleesAlterEgo/Emmamiddle.jpg] Truth be told, Emma firmly believed that she would win the battle without putting in much effort. The male was clearly unstable and Emma felt that she had the upper hand simply because he wasn’t thinking clearly. But even if he wasn’t at the top of his game, Emma knew that the male was better equipped when it came to brute strength. As unfair as it was, he was male, and his sex alone made him better equipped for ferocious battles. But Emma was intelligent and cunning and when it came to fights, she didn’t pussyfoot around. Because the male was a little off his rocker, she wasn’t entirely sure if he was out for blood or if he was merely trying to rile her up. Either way, she wasn’t going to take any chances and would go directly for his most vulnerable spots. She missed his neck by a few short inches and attempted to pull herself back before he had time to retaliate. His powerful jaws were quick however and his sharp incisors managed to graze her chest. The wound that had been inflicted was rather small but a few small drops of blood beaded and then drizzled down her stark white chest. Though the female wasn’t in any significant amount of pain, she was rather annoyed and sent an angry snarl in his direction. She pinned her triangular ears back against her skull and slowly lifted her upper lip, revealing light pink gums and a row of glistening white teeth. She parted her jaws and lapped at her teeth, her pink tongue swiping her fangs and upper lip as she prepared to move forward. But before she made her attack, she sneered viciously, “you have picked a fight with the wrong female. I am in no mood for this tonight. Back down before any real damage is done.” The male obviously knew that Emma was going to go right for the throat, so she made an effort to keep away from the area and attempt to strike alternative spots on his body. Though she was more petite and weighed less than the male, Emma decided her best bet would be to aim high and try to pin the male on the ground where she could hold him down until he surrendered. It was a long shot, but the female was confident that she could accomplish her goal if she made a gallant effort. She knew that she needed to wait for the perfect time to strike, for if she moved prematurely, he would take advantage of her mistake. She kept her eyes on his body, watching the movements of his muscles and the whites of his eyes, searching for any indication that he intended to change his position. When she finally felt that she had come upon the perfect opportunity to strike, she pushed her haunches back and launched herself high into the air. Her aim was dead on, but it was very possible that the male had anticipated her attack and would move to the side before she ever got a chance to pin him down. She aimed for the center of his back, hoping to land directly on top of him and push him to the ground with every ounce of strength that she had. If her attack was successful, she intended to immediately open her mouth and grip the back of his throat, rendering him almost completely immobile. Despite the female’s illness, she was running on adrenaline and had plenty of energy to spare. However, she wasn’t sure how long it would last and knew that she needed to use it as wisely as possible.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][bg=615b5b] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ Victor was surprised that his hunger had staved off even as long as it had. It would seem now that it had chosen to rise, he had to give in to its unholy call, its craving, and it nearly consumed him as it always did. Though something was diffrent about his temptation this time. His drive was more uncontrolled, and he lusted for blood more then he could ignore, which he didn't remember having happened in a long time to this extent. It also meant he was more unstable then he usually was, his mind was more prone to his baser instincts, his primal functions much more easily. In the back of his mind, a silent inner fight was struggling to pull away from the gigantic crater he was sinking into, to beat it somehow. In that reguard, his will for such a miracle was shaken, as in all his years, he had only 3 times removed himself from the rageful destructive state, though only partially. In some way, he was never completely let go from it, until it went away on its own. Those times he had only been able to prevent the deaths of those around him, but slims margins either way he calculated it. It was because of this that he felt it was useless to fight it. Victor had no blood ties, no friendship to this female established, so his wolf would see no diffrent, just prey, and obstacle, something needing removal. In truth he would pray that she could knock him out, but needing to protect his own survival, he was far from trusting her not to end his life, he was afterall the instigator of the fight. Bulking up his muscles, and growling like a rabbid animal, Victor was battle ready and waiting for the moment to strike full force. His eyes, that were once clouded with the demon that haunted his soul, were not the solid prison they were previously. Now they had an energy to them, a creepy horrible looking swirl to there depths. It was as if his eyes were a void to suck others into his misery. He cackled evily at there battle ground, a graveyard, a very ironic place for a fight. Victor was sure now, that the closeness with the dead, had caused his blood lust to surge, eventhough it had first seemed dormant. She made the first move dashing into the air, though it didn't impress him much. Grinning in a dasterdly way, he darted foreward the thrill of the game of hunter and prey fueling his excitement. He rushed and lunged himself, hoping to make it more of a crash course for her instead of the landing she had aimed for. _____________________

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[atrb=background,http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/AshleesAlterEgo/Emmamiddle.jpg] Emma was annoyed to say the least. She had no idea why the male had displayed such unprovoked aggression. Her notion that the male was unstable was confirmed as he retaliated, moving quickly enough that her initial attack was dodged. She wasn’t surprised however for she realized that she needed to gauge exactly what she was up against before she expected to attack successfully. As she darted around the male, looking for a weak spot, she kept her moist almond eyes on him. She attempted to keep tabs on any and all of his movements, knowing that if she paid close attention, she would catch sight of a weakness; they all had one. Surprisingly, he was considerably agile and managed to lunge at Emma successfully, taking a rather large bite out of the thick flesh on her upper neck. Fortunately, his fangs didn’t pierce deeply and though she was bleeding, the wound wasn’t severe. Though the female had been angered further, she tried to keep her temper at bay and react with her mind instead of her emotions. She parted her jaws and permitted her tongue to slip through and lap angrily at her glistening fangs. Saliva oozed from her mouth and drizzled onto the ground, landing on the dirt with a faint plop. Her tail weaved slowly back and fourth behind her as she studied the male, waiting for him to make a mistake and give her the leverage she needed to make a successful attack. When it didn’t come, she made the decision to charge anyway, hoping that luck would be on her side. The second time around she used a different tactic completely. Instead of going for his neck, she darted behind him and thrust her muzzle outward. She was quite a distance behind him and had intentionally gone for his rear end, knowing that it would be difficult for him to turn around and nip at her. With her mouth open she attempted to take the soft flesh of his thigh into her mouth. If her attack was successful, she would yank her head back and (hopefully) pull the male backwards, forcing him to drop to his belly. He would be easier to kill if he was below her, and she had every intention of finishing him off. He was unstable and malicious and there was no room for such volatile creatures in the lands. He was a threat to everyone around him, and she would be doing everyone else a great favor if she simply got rid of him. Taking another life wasn’t something Emma took lightly. She knew that if she did kill him (and she had every intention of doing so) she would feel remorseful about it for the rest of her life. She had taken several lives before and whenever she slept, her dreams were full of their faces. But taking lives came with being an alpha, and as much as Emma detested it, sometimes it needed to be done. The female felt the gash on her neck widen as she moved. Though she was pleased to know his fangs hadn’t grazed against any muscle or bone, she was concerned that if he bit her again in the same spot, she would find herself in a great heap of trouble. The neck was a tender and vulnerable area, which was why she had gone after his when she made her initial attack. Because she had been injured, the male had the upper hand and the alpha knew it. She needed to pay close attention to the male’s movements and make absolutely certain that her wound was out of harm’s way. Fortunately the female was quick on her feet and more often than not she was able to dodge the male’s razor sharp fangs. But like everyone else, she was capable of making mistakes, and because she hadn’t been feeling well beforehand, her movements were a little clumsier than usual. Note: Deacon, this may be a good place to enter your character. It may be a great opportunity for Isaac and Emma to form some type of kinship. She will be more likely to accept him if he comes to her aid in a situation like this.

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