Battles Lost

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Reds and pinks splashed across the sky as the sun sank behind the mountains. A flock of crows cawwed overhead as they traveled to a tree to roost in for the night. They stank of rotted carcasses and trash. The normal scavenger. Madi looked down at her face in the small pond that was nestled in a grove of trees. Nothing stirred the water and her refelction was perfectly clear. She stared long and hard at her face, noting the dark eyes that stared back at her. They were unnerving and behind them lurked something feral that longed to be set free. Madi gnashed her teeth together and raked her fingers across the water's surface. Her reflection was distorted with ripples as she stood up and walked away. She wrapped her arms around her chest and closed her eyes, as if she were trying to lock away the animal inside of her. She found her way to a fallen tree a few feet from the pond. It was covered in mosses and lichen and a few wood mushrooms sprouted from the bark, but it was a welcoming seat. Once seated Madi curled her knees to her chest and laid her head on her knees.

A shiver ripped up her spine and her head jerked up. A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes snapped open. Her chin was tilted toward the sky as another shiver rippled through her body. Tears began streaming from her eyes and down her rosey cheeks and she had to press a hand to her mouth to silence the screams that threatened to escape. Yet another shiver ran through her petite body and this time a crunch was heard. Her hand was jerked from her mouth and the would be screams were replaced by a frightening snarl. Another crunch, another, then silence. The remains of Madi's jeans and t-shirt lay shredded on the ground. She blinked her eyes, once, twice, and once everything came into focus she noticed how much clearer everything looked. And her sense of smell. The musky scent of an elk nearly two miles away was as pungent as a flower right beneath her nose. The sound of a running river another two miles away was as clear as a bell.

A sudden hunger overwhelmed her senses. The sound of the river was blocked out, and the sights of the greenery in front of her were hazed. All she could focus on was the warm scent of the elk. Without even thinking she was in a run. The trees were whizzing past her and the earth seemed to thunder beneath her paws. Wind whispered through her flat brown fur, a feeling she hadn't had in years. Ten years to be exact. Within minutes she had reached the elk, a large bull who had no idea what was coming to him. She opened her jaws and launched herself at the animal. Teeth met flesh and blood welled up in her mouth. A veil of red seemed to cover her eyes and she went into a frenzy. Tearing flesh from bone until the elk was devoured. Blood covered her muzzle and her sanity had once again returned to her, but this was not good news. She backed away from the carcass and her eyes went wide with shock. What have I done? Her mind began to race and she knew she had to get away from this. Once again she was running through the trees, going back to the pond to clear her head. She had become a monster again. After so many years of keeping it locked away it had finally overthrown her. How could this have happened?

[osir]

An unfamiliar territory. Osir was one to not visit such places, and usually if he did, he would have a good reason for doing so. The elder vampire was well equipped on this night, and for what reason, one may ask? The thrill of the hunt! Dressed in his ancient Egyptian armor, and swords by his side, he trudged up through the mountainous regions of New Orleans.

Osir let out a wide grin, but soon it was silenced by the on-coming scent of another. Who could it have been? Or what could it have been for that matter? "Smells like a mutt." Osir stated proudly as he trekked deeper forward. This game would surely be of interest to the ancient vampire! And oh, how he did hate werewolves!

But just as soon as he edged closer, another scent could be easily picked up. Blood. And the blood of a large animal to be exact. A werewolf would have to be close by now--he only knew it. What a perfect time to test out my swords..I have been needing to do so for such a long time! Osir thought to himself, with only a sly and plotting mindset looming inside of his very person. What fun this would be!

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Madiliegh ran through the trees, red veil still covering her eyes. A herd of white tailed deer scattered as she thuundered past. Stealth was not exactly her stong point. She had ran a good few miles but it eventually began to take a toll one her. The air she sucked in didn't seem to be enough. Her run slowed to a walk and she began to pant, trying to cool herself. It was only then that she caught a cold scent. The same cold scent that had been on Kai. But what was it? She pricked her ears, trying to pinpoint any noises in the dense forest. Yet there were no snapping twigs, not even a stirring of air. That was strange.

Lips pulled back over sharp canines as a growl rumbled deep in her chest. All fear had dissolved, and was replaced by raw instinct. She ducked into a crouch, the muscles in her front limbs coiling like a defensive cobra. Ears perked forward and she listened for something, anything. "I know your there.." She wanted to speak, but all that came out was a high snarl. It scared her, ther ferocity that could be created in this form. It was easier living in a body you could actually contol, but she couldn't back away now. Another low growl rumbled deep in her chest and she let her human mind be overwhelmed by the animal in her.

[osir]

He smiled a wild grin as he came closer to the scent he was trailing. "Come on out, mutt. You know you can't hide forever!" Osir said almost laughing as he readied his dual swords. He was enjoying playing games with the puppy, and wanted nothing more than to gut the beast in cold blood.

Osir smelt the air again, closing his eyes for only a small fraction of a second. His ears rang through with the noises of the silent wild as he held his position, and quietly he headed towards the smell of a dog. "Poor old pup. You must be scared out of your mind!" Osir snickered as he continued his search. He would soon find his prey, and that he knew.

The darkness was an excellent way to hide himself, and so well it was on that night! It was truly an awesome feeling! Just like good old St. Anger, the darkness would carry him through the wisp of the wooded area. But even though he was confident, he knew he had to be careful.

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Nothing remained of her human self in the form she had taken. She was now able to make rash decisions and not think twice about them. Another snarl ripped from her throat and her ears flattened against her head. Such a wicked voice. It seemed to cut her deep, like taking a knife to warm butter. A soft whimper escaped her, but it quickly backed up by a thunderous growl. She took a few catious steps forward, and tested the air again. The cold smell was stronger, and now it had a metallic edge to it. Cold and metal. An odd combination.

The fur on the nape of her neck rose and she pushed back on her haunches. It was coming closer. It was trying to find her. Ofcourse. She snarled again and plunged into the darkness of the forest. Darkness engulfed her as she started running again. She would give the strange being a good hunt, and if needed, an even better fight.

[osir]

It was mad fun. Such a beautiful scene, and Osir was enjoying himself to the very most. The vampire was on the trail of the foul werewolf, and he would not stop until he got his prize. Cold blood. Osir wanted his precious kill on that night, and he would not let anything get in his way.

"Oh. The sweet fear! I know you know I am here, wolf." Osir said as he could hear a faint growl in the background. A wild smirk flew over his face and he took a position behind a large tree. He would wait until the mutt showed its face.

"Come on. Mutt." Osir taunted the beast as he waited. Would it show up? Or would it cower with its own fear? How interesting! Only now to wait for the outcome.

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Madi stopped dead in her tracks, snarling at the stran voice. She backtracked, now trailing his scent. She wanted to face this man, snout to face. She tracked his scent until she saw him, or atleast what she presumed was him. She crouched low, hunching her shoulders and growled low and deep. A normal human would;ve probably been running for their lives by now, but she doubted he would.

"Found you.." She snarled and every hair on her body stood on end. Lips pulled abck to reveal long, razorsharp canines. A single bite could saw off the arm or leg of a human. Not that she had ever tried though. Clouds suddenly covered the silver moon, and madi looked up, a longing in her eyes.

Her gaze quickly shifted the moon to the man, making sure that she watched him closely. Any wrong move on her part could prove fatal. She didn't know, but that's what he wanted. Her pelt would probably be used as a throw rug. She shuddered at the thought and then snarled, a new ammount of ferocity instilled in it.

[osir]

"Found you." Was the only words that came out of his mouth as he readied his swords. Certainly this would be fun! Osir could picture the poor and badly wounded animal now, almost as if it had already happened. He was a confident elder, and one that couldn't be anymore wiser.

The vampire studied the werewolf, and took notice of its grudging snarl. "My, my! What big teeth you have!" Osir evilly laughed, not seeming to care much about the wolf. Werewolves were all useless to him, and he did not see why they even existed on the face of the planet.

"Come on, mutt. I know you want my blood!" He said with a pause, soon speaking up again. "Come and get it!" Osir taunted back, almost too sure of himself at the time. And with a wicked smirk, he prepared himself for a grand duel. Fang against Fang. Blade against flesh.

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Another fearsome snarl ripped from her throat as she opened her jaw. A full row of glistening wet canines made themselves visible. Now he should be scared. Dark eyes narrowed as she fell deeper into her crouch. A cobra ready to strike. Her eyes studied the sword with slight anxiety. Surely the hunk of metal could do a great deal of damage to her, but she didn't care. She should've been worried. She should've been scared to eath, but she wasn't. This form never felt fear, only ferocity.

She took a step forward, and then it was on. The cobra had struck. She pushed off the ground, front limbs aimed straight for his torso. With any luck she would take his larynx in her jaws and crush it. But she didn't have that much luck. She was a very unlucky person to say the least. Wind whistled past her ears, and for a few seconds it was quite. She couldn't hear the snarls and growls coming from herself, or the wind in her face. It was the quite before the storm. Too bad it had to end. Her paws connected with his chest, her whole weight crashing onto him. A move like that would've killed an unsuspecting deer, maybe even a bear. This was gonna be hard.

[osir]

As the wolf connected with a good blow, Osir quickly tried a counter strike to loosen up the weight of the attack. Getting back to his ground, he looked to his chain-mail armor, and noticed that it was only nicked somewhat. "Now, this is where the fun begins!" Osir laughed, almost boasting about his golden Egyptian armor.

Tonight, he was out for blood. And that mutt would surely taste the ends of his blade. He would make sure of it! The proud vampire then began to draw his other sword, and then motioned forward in a form of slicing waves with the dual blades.

Would the wolf dodge that? Or was it too stupid to do so? Osir was counting on the second one! He just hoped that the wolf wasn't of a brighter nature--not like a dirty old dog was smarter than he was!

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Ofcourse she was smarted than the average bear. Hell, smarter than about a hundred bears put together. She pushed backward off of his torso, barely missing losing a limb to an oncoming blade. She slid to a stop about five feet away, paws cutting away at the grass underfoot. A thrill lit in her veins as she readied herself for her next attack. Dark eyes surveyed the dual swords and she snorted. So he thought he could take her down with two hunks of metal? He was sadly mistaken.

Teeth clicked together in threatening sound. It sounded like metal grinded on metal. appaling to the ears. "Come on old one.." She still had no idea what he was. He was something that was never explained to her. Claws kneaded the sodden ground beneath her and she growled menacingly. She lowered herself back into a crouch, but instead of a jump she ran straight for him.

Jaws extended she aimed for his leg, hoping to cut it out from under him and leave him flat on his back. She too was out for blood now. Ears pinned to her skull and dark eyes illuminated with ferocity. Definitely a force to be reckoned with. She got withing an inch of his leg, wondering if he was gonna move or let her razorsharp canines shred apart his leg.

[osir]

This was all the more fun now that the dog was attacking! Osir could not help but grin as he moved back to dodge the vicious animal's fangs. "Is that all you have to offer, mutt? You are truly not a match for the great Osir!" The ancient vampire continued on with a laugh, soon motioning for the animal to strike him again.

"What do you think of that, filthy dog? Your precious moonlight couldn't even save you from me! But even so, you will always be that same inferior and wretched creature that you were cursed to be!" Osir's face became dark and as stared the beast down, he let out a wicked snicker of excitement.

"Why the long face, mutt? Is it because you know that you cannot win? Because you realize your own fate?" The man dressed in ancient battle armor said, soon using his speed to try and attempt a close-ranged attack. But would swinging his swords work? Only if he used his true vampiric speeds--but could one be so sure of this?