Epic-Final fight.

[archer]

*Cursing, cursing, and more cussing

It was silent, quiet perhaps anticipatiing something. The snowfall had stopped for the time and it was still, but there was the distinct feeling of something out of place, a foreshadowing presence lingering with death tolling behind it. A grunt echoed through the normally quiet trees and the earth shook was a almost roar like howl ripped savagely through the air. Then, a gray and tan figure appeared from between two large trees, tuquoise gaze pinning the prey creatures as they made an attempt to run. The wolf padded slowly, yet his presence made all frightening. He looked a little older, but yet, he seemed so strong. Everything about him contridicted itself. He was half wolf, but also half wolf hound. He was loyal, but saught a former pupil to kill. He taught said wolf everything he knew, could block and avoid every trick he tried. The brute smirked as he thought of the younger black wolf begging for death as his fangs. He may have been heartless and stict, but he was also deadly and very few liked him with good reason.

Archer, meanwhile, was walking alone the border, looing for those that needed to be recruited and accepted. Although it was his mate's actual rank, it never hurt to help out a little. Though as a roaring howl ripped through the normally quiet pack, he froze and tense, reacting from multiple beatings and even harder lessons. Yes, in his mind there was no doubt of who that howl belonged to, yet he could not move, his body frozen in obeidence. He knew that if he ran, he endangered the pack but if he staye,d he would surely die. Stuck for a moment between actions, he almost missed the evil laughter behind him.

As he turned to look at his old teache, the name spilled forth and he bowed, more out of habit. "Master Bloodloose." He dug what he regrown of his claws into the dirt, trying to stop himself. Fazor, who was amused by the formal greeting nodded. "You know what I plan to do. I told you what I would once, remember? After you filthy, bitch bred mother died? Archer winced at hearing his mother addressed so and snarled, but stopped instantly as the gray and tan wolf snarled back, causing Archer to take a few steps backward, then, he turned and ran as fast as he could.

He didn't care where he went as long as he was away from that wolf. He ran toward the only place he knew: the den. His chest was burning from lack of air and is paws stinging as he tripped over his feet. Fazor stood and watched for a moment before taking off at a pseed that was surprisingly great for someone like himself. Archer did not want to give himself away to death just yet, but he could not disobey his teacher and as a sharp "Stop!" rang to his ears, he froze, damning his loyalty. Then, he did the next best thing; screamed.

[ladydragoness]

It was a nice day out and BladeWind was taking full advantage of it. The snow lay still and pure on the ground, casting everything around her with this sort of 'holy' glow. She loved nature and its untainted beauty.

She was a little timid having only been recently accepted into Arnlan but she could not stay around NightBlood all the time and she liked taking walks through the trees so it was ok. Her only hope was to make some new friends and learn more about the pack she'd just joined.

"What a beautiful day." Blade said to herself. It was something she'd developed having traveled for so long without the company of another. "I wonder if I'll meet anyone new today?" She began to trot through the underbrush with a smile on her face, breathing the clean air around her made her feel much stronger and relaxed than she ever had in those dirty, small, cramped cages. She shook her mind from the bad memories. ~Won't you get over that?! You were a pup. you couldn't do much~

Suddenly Blade's thoughts were interupted by a scream. It was a scream of fear she knew that. She'd heard so many of those from herself and others in those damned labs. It was male she could tell by the power behind the sound. She pricked her ears and moved her head in the direction the scream had come from. It wasn't too far away. She debated with herself whether or not she should investigate. She did want to meet other pack members, but she didn't want to intrude into something private, although that scream wasn't a good thing.

Taking off at a slight trot, Blade moved toward the location of the sound and heard other sounds as she got closer and picked up the scents of not one but two wolves in the distance. Was there a fight about to start? She stopped just behind some bushes as she caught sight of the gray/tan wolf commanding the completely black wolf to stop, like he'd been trying to walk or run away.

The black wolf didn't seem happy to see the gray and tan wolf at all but what could Blade do. She knew neither of these wolves nor their connection with one another. She decided to stick around and see what happened, if it got hairy she'd step in and maybe try to stop it or she didn't know what she'd do but it would be something but for now. She waited in the bushes quiet, ready to pounce.

She wondered aloud "So whose the good one and whose the bad one?" She laughed a little but quickly stiffled it to avoid being heard she hoped.

[nightblood]

NightBlood limped lightly along the border. Cota's splint had fallen off (with a bit of help from Blood chewing on it) and the pain was easing away. She lumbered along over a small hill and paused at the top, lifting her head up and taking in the scene around her. The snow had stopped falling. All was quiet. Her one good eye took in the beauty of the Arnlan snow once again, remembering the day she had met the pup called Ziko.

Today was different, however. It was as if there was a poison in the air. She sniffed, a forboding sence of ill intent was laced in the wind... It was earily calm...

All until a bush vomited up another giant canine. NightBlood didn't move, having noticed ShadeBlood while he was creeping up to it to hide a moment before. As planned, Shade landed an inch infront of her and howl-roared loudly at his cousin's face. The only indication of responce she gave was the slight motion of her ears folding back at the gaping mouth and wind rushing forth from it.

The elder cousin waited for a moment before ShadeBlood finaly stopped his howling. He closed his mouth and sat down, the mischievious grin force from his face and replaced by a defeated frown. He sat down and lowered his head, dissapointed.

"Your breath stinks. What did you eat?"

Shade lifted his head, the smirk returning. He had fund a great come back instantly.

"Catfish. You?"

NightBlood growled, but gave a laughing smile. Happy to see her cousin again, she wouldn't stop his jokes. Her smile widened when she caught sight of a black wolf on the horizon, but evaporated when another figure came into view.

"Master Bloodloose."

At the sound of his name, NightBlood erupted in a fury of snarls. ShadeBlood quickly followed suit. Both Bloods had heard the name mantioned in Archer's sleep, along with the whimpers of pain. The tan and gray wolf had caused Archer harm in the passed. He would die. No questions asked.

At the sound of his scream, the Bloods rushed forward, hell bent on protecting their family.

[archer]

The elder wolf loomed forward, chuckling as Archer could not run, his body refusing to make any move against his master. Archer gasped as the gray and tan male raked his claws against his rump in a fashion that could have been only considered a cruel gesture. Archer flinched and pulled away. He shudder as a scent caught his attention. An Arnlan wolf, Nightblood and Shadeblood, two wolves.

Master Bloodloose smiled coldly as he caught tthe scent of those two, and Archer's heart leapt into his throat. He wouldn't dare hurt them, right? The gray wolf turned to face the direction of where the scent was coming from and bared his fangs, making a move to lunge. However, Archer felt the need to protect his pack rise deep within him and he moved without thinking, knocking his teacher to the side. There was a considerable amount of grunting as his old master was sent about three feet away. Archer around uncertain of where the they would be.

Bloodloose landed on his feet and his eyes locked on Archer. The damned brat had actually attacked him! Oh, he would pay. As he moved closer, Archer proceeded to curl around in a circle, walking slowly and with hesitation. He was afraid and he knew that this was not going to be well done, that this was a raw fight for power and strength. Only someone of Master Bloodloose's stature had ever scared him. As he heard a fury of snarl erupt, presumably from Nightblood, Archer stilled and then next thing he knew, he was laying on his back, the hundred and sixty pounds of his master's weight enough to pin him like a doll. The wolf could feel the air forced from his lungs and have trouble drawing up a proper breath. "Ge..of.." He said venomously, but with not nearly as much as he had wanted.

The older wolf bent down lovingly and wrapped his tail around Archer's throat while at the same time pinning him. The black wolf tired to fight back, but no matter what he did, the memories of what could happen fled into his head and he went limp, too scared to fight. He closed his eyes, willing it to end quickly if this was the end. Master Bloodloose noticed how his pupil reacted to his touch, every flinch, every suppressed shudder. He knew he had complete control over Archer and that he would do as he said. Then older wolf inhaled his scent and smirked, turquoise eyes flickering to the lidded brown ones. "You've taken a mate, though I'd recognize Comatose's scent anywhere." He noticed the still healing wounds on raised a paw to one and slowly , ran his claws down, making Archer hiss in pain. "Been fighting? I expect nothing less from the wolf that slaughtered Sallin wolves. Though you should know I am not going to kill you just yet. I want to make you suffer, beg for death." Here he leaned in and licked Archer's mouth, causing Archer to gag, and turn his head away. "This is going to be fun" He said as he made loops with his long, a slow and sickening movements. Archer squirmed, trying to get away.

Master Bloodloose continued downward, planning on slowly driving him insane. Archer jerked as he hit an old wound on his chest and growled deep in his throat. The master traced a paw lovingly over the scar. He had caused it, and knew he had marred him in many other places. "Don't!" Archer muttered, his anger barely concealed. He felt the tail on his neck loosen a little, silently demanding more begging. Archer pressed a paw against his master's strong chest and went to heave him off when a throaty growl stopped him. He lowered his paws back down and felt his barricaded mind began to falter, his barriers that protect him from what he truly was stripping away. This was not good.

[Electus]

There was a reason Mortil liked Arnlan. The land was eternally dark, that much was true, but such blackness usually welcomed peace and quiet at company, at least on the interior. Border skirmishes might be far and between, but there was peace there too, usually. Mortil liked it that way. He didn't warrant much company most of the time, and he would probably not trust himself with company anyway. The ash-grey wolf was always alert, always mindful that he shared company with a much more dangerous personality and mind. In the recesses of his mind, Umbra stirred fitfully, restlessly. The only outward sign of this was an irritated toss of Mortil's head, his eye glinting.

~What is it with you today? You seem more on edge than normal.
~Can you not feel it? The air...it is static with hate.

Mortil sniffed the air. Umbra was right. There was something...wrong. Then there was the scream, shattering his reverie like brittle glass. It was full of terror, but also of hate. Mortil's mind reverted back to Dante's Pass, where a similar cry had driven him into a mindless rage. He growled, baring his fangs.

~That sounded like Archer.
~Indeed. And I assume you intend to help him?
~Obviously. Even you should know now...we are brothers, bound by blood and pack.
~Please, spare me. Very well. Let me out.
~.....What.
~I said let me out, you stupid oaf. If that Archer is in trouble, then I fully intend to slaughter whoever is causing his terror and then devour his flesh.
~You really do have issues, you know that?
~SILENCE! I will not stand for the indignity of having some other wolf kill prey that I could not! LET. ME. OUT!
~No. You know the rules.
~Oh, I see. We're going to be THAT way about it, hm? Very well. Don't say I didn't ask nicely.

Mortil gasped and his eye snapped shut in pain as Umbra forcibly took control. The ash-grey wolf grinned like a vampire and began to home in on the origin of Archer's cry.

He soon found himself near the border, and the scene was more amusing than it should have been. Archer, ShadeBlood, NightBlood, and some other wolf who looked like a newly born pup to Umbra. So pathetic. He could have killed Archer outright, clearly, but he was toying with him? Umbra's rage intensified. Toying was for the weak! Those who grabbed at power, those who feared loosing power....only those toyed with those weaker than them!

A split second after arriving on the scene, Umbra gave an ear-splitting roar, baring his fangs and flattening his ears. It was a clear message: For the stranger to get the HELL of Archer, or else he'd come off in pieces. After his terrifying howl, the sadistic warrior spoke.

"I wasn't allowed to kill that, you bastard. Get off of him, or I, Mortilitas Umbra, will rip you limb from limb and feed your rotting carcass to the buzzards. You coward. You toy with him, yet you do not kill him. How pathetic. He fears you, you know it. He will not raise claw or fang to you. You know it. You orchestrated his fear perfectly...and yet you have failed so very miserably. You know NOTHING of fear. You know NOTHING of death. I can only pity such a demon that has so fallen. Can you even still fight? Are you even capable of such an audacious action? Perhaps."

Umbra laughed wildly, his insane laughter breaking off as his eye flashed and his fangs gnashed together from the anger at the grey and tan wolf's apparent wickedness. It didn't amuse him. Death, blood, and violence amused Umbra. Cheap torture did not. Make a victim scream, sure, but this...this was even more pathetic than even the meanest of bullies. Umbra could no longer see anything, no longer paid attention, to anything but the grey and tan wolf.

He swore that by the end of this fight, that wolf would beg for death.

"Well? Don't just stand there, like an ignorant pup! FIGHT ME!!!!!!!!!"

[ladydragoness]

As BladeWind stayed hidden in the bushes, or so she thought, she could feel the tense situation become even tenser. One could probably cut through the air with one’s claw. What could she do? She was new didn’t know either of these wolves before her, and she thought she heard more coming this way. It was going to get ugly and fast, this wasn’t gonna be a place for her.

The gray and tan wolf turned toward her bush, a devilish grin playing across his face. It froze her in terror for a moment. Had he heard her? smelled her? She knew she was gonna be in trouble if he attacked and hoped that he didn’t. Suddenly the gray/tan wolf was moving away with such speed, it took Blade a minute to realize what had happened as a hushed command met her ears.

"Go! He is stronger than he looks and you in danger here." It was the black wolf. He had shoved the other out of the way and was now telling her to scram. It took Blade a moment to process this and before she could make a hasty exit, the gray wolf had turned back to the black wolf and snarled his disapproval but he seemed to be thoroughly focused on the black wolf and paid no more attention to Blade’s bush.

Blade heard the snarl/howls of two wolves rather close. She looked around trying to find out who was approaching. Then a little more than 4 yards away from where she crouched still hidden she saw NightBlood and another wolf come running through the trees. A small smile played at her lips, though this was nothing to smile about she felt better about leaving knowing that the black wolf had backup on the way.

Another snarl from neither Blood nor the other suddenly erupted. Blade tilted her head to look across from where the black wolf lay pinned by the gray/tan wolf. ~When did that happen?~

She saw the ash-grey wolf appear and yell out to the gray and tan wolf. "I wasn't allowed to kill that, you bastard. Get off of him, or I, Mortilitas Umbra, will rip you limb from limb and feed your rotting carcass to the buzzards. You coward. You toy with him, yet you do not kill him. How pathetic. He fears you, you know it. He will not raise claw or fang to you. You know it. You orchestrated his fear perfectly...and yet you have failed so very miserably. You know NOTHING of fear. You know NOTHING of death. I can only pity such a demon that has so fallen. Can you even still fight? Are you even capable of such an audacious action? Perhaps. Well? Don't just stand there, like an ignorant pup! FIGHT ME!!!!!!!!!"

Now Blade was more sure than ever that the wolf pinned on the ground was about to be saved and she’d leave his friends to that. This was no place for her. She lowered her head and quietly moved away from the soon to be erupting battle. A little sad that she hadn’t made any new friends but glad to not be involved in a fight that could end with many injuries. She only hoped that no one from the pack died. And with the blow of the wind behind her as if urging her to move faster BladeWind headed deep into Arnlan.

~Maybe I should try to make myself a den. I can wait there for the triumphant return of NightBlood and the other three.~

[nightblood]

As NightBlood came closer to the pair, something caught her attention. What... WHAT was that bastard DOING to her mate?! Her speed increased. Ignoring the pain that ran up her leg, she thundered passed ShadeBlood. She could almost feel the ground shaking beneath her. There was only one voice that she could hear over her own snarls.

"FIGHT ME!!!!!!!!!"

Her good eye moved like a viper seeking it's prey. NightBlood could see Umbra clearly now. Didn't he see her coming? Hadn't he heard her roaring growls? Hadn't he understood that she had just claimed this piece of meat for herself?

-You greedy little_-
~Distraction!~
-Oh_-

With that, Blood pushed Night aside, taking control of their body. Night had expected it, and stepped down, allowing the trained fight side through.

"ALRIIIIIGHT!!!"

There was a great roar when NightBlood leaped forward toward Bloodloose. Paws flung out to either side of her, claws ready to dig into any flesh they landed on as long as it belonged to the tan and gray beast. A glint shown forth in her eye, revealing just WHO and WHAT Bloodloose was going to be fighting.

ShadeBlood hung back, not wanting to interfear, but, at the same time, not wanting to let Night be killed. Still, he reminded himself that NightBlood had been trained by the best and had yet to break away from her trained mind. Perhaos that was a good thing. Unlike him...

-Kill... KILL!- the bloodlust hissed.
~Let Night do it. She's closer.~

With a sadistic growl, ShadeBlood skidded on the snow and came around to the other side of Archer and Bloodloose so that, in a sence, he'd be surrounded. He planted his feet on the spot, determined not to move. But that's when he finally noticed.

"Wha? What?"

Shade's stomach churned and heaved at the sight. He lowered his head as the vile liquid spewed out of his muzzle. The mere sight of what this wolf was doing to his brother was enough to make him loose control.

Shade picked his head up, a new glare in his eye. Vomit still dripped from his muzzle and his fur was damp with sweat. Disgusted, only one word was enough to say every last emotion he was feeling right now.

"KILL..."

[archer]

Bloodloose raised his head to look as an ash gray wolf came forward, roaring at him with such volume he was forced to pin his ears to the side of his head to avoid loosing his hearing. "Don't move. If you do, Arrow, I'll let Bloodloose take over." His eyes widened in fear and he felt even more of his control slip from his grasp. He grunted in disagreement, and wiggled against his teacher, trying to get away and to safty before Umbra pounced, knowing he would be in the way, but the tail around his neck tightened and he could not breath properly, all air left his lungs and he was left gasping for what air was there to keep.

"I wasn't allowed to kill that, you bastard. Get off of him, or I, Mortilitas Umbra, will rip you limb from limb and feed your rotting carcass to the buzzards. You coward. You toy with him, yet you do not kill him. How pathetic. He fears you, you know it. He will not raise claw or fang to you. You know it. You orchestrated his fear perfectly...and yet you have failed so very miserably. You know NOTHING of fear. You know NOTHING of death. I can only pity such a demon that has so fallen. Can you even still fight? Are you even capable of such an audacious action? Perhaps."

Bloodloose did not move off of Archer, but he spoke in a dark and unrelenting tone that was ragged and deeper. "Shall I tell you why I am called Bloodloose? Why Arrow here refuses to fight back? He knows what I really am. I am just like you, wolf. I can kill without hesitation" He tightened his grip and Archer gasped silently for breath, his vision beginning to swim. Paws scrambled upward at the tail, digging into as it wound tigher. "Master...release me.." Archer mumbled in a breathless tone that caused a smirk to appear. He knew Archer would obey him and so dropped him on the ground and Archer stayed put. He was a loyal being and that trait in particular was being damned in his head the moment.

Well? Don't just stand there, like an ignorant pup! FIGHT ME!!!!!!!!!"

Bloodloose watched the other wolf until loud and monsterous snarl side tracked him. He turned to look as a pair of wolves, nearly identical, appeared. Archer sighed and tried to move, but as his Master looked back at him, he laid back down. The bigger of the two wolves came at him, prepared for attack. He hadn't expected Archer to have allies and was thrown to the side as the female hit her mark. Archer took a deep breath as he saw poor Shadeblood vomiting up whatever had been in his stomach. He offered a sympathetic look. He then took note that the other wolf, the smaller female Archer had risen against with was gone.

Archer sat still and examined the patches were his fur stick out due to the salivia that clung to him. His body would not obey him and he heard a chuckle as Bloodloose looked at him. "You see, you cannot harm me, you'll training won't let you. The black male hung his head in shame and refused to raise his eyes. He heard a rumble starting in his chest and realized that Nightblood was in danger fighting. His eyes flashed for a moment, but then Archer surged upward through, out of his control. He stilled all movement, but then he raised his head, eyes shining with a maliciuos glare not at Bloodloose, but at Nightblood. "What do you wish me to do?" He said in a voice that was no his own. It was rough, deadly, and heartless. It was clear that Arrow was gone and only Archer existed.

He stalked forward and snarled, fangs bared. His old master began to cackle madly. "Kill them, kill them all." He spoke. The male walked forwars slowly and then lunged at Nightblood, aiming to pin her down. "DIE BITCH!" As the words left his mouth, he felt all love drain away, seeping like an open wound. He felt nothing but hatred and anger. His eyes were flashing red.

[Electus]

(I will be playing Mortil's 'evil' side (Umbra) for this RP's duration...so I'll refer to Mortil as Umbra. Just a disclaimer, to avoid confusion)

Kill

A staccato beat was playing in Umbra's head, rolling out every move, every attack, every muscle operation. The fighter felt like a marionette, as if his actions were not his own. Umbra grinned. He felt free for the first time since he had slaughtered Mortil's old pack. But that was justified. They tried to kill him and Mortil. So he retaliated. He shook the thought from his head. That was in the past. Pat present, he had to consider how to kill Bloodloose in the most painful way possible. He laughed exultantly, mocking the tan and grey wolf. Bloodloose. The very name was amusing! For he, Mortilitas Umbra, was the Death Shade, the very incarnation of doom.

Rend

""Shall I tell you why I am called Bloodloose? Why Arrow here refuses to fight back? He knows what I really am. I am just like you, wolf. I can kill without hesitation"

Slash

Umbra grinned and laughed like a demon. "You can kill without hesitation. YOU CAN KILL WITHOUT HESITATION!?" Umbra could barely breath for laughing so hard. "You humour me, cur! You are like me? You think you are like me!? I have killed more than you ever could! YOU SAY YOU ARE LIKE ME!? You are a monster. But I..." Umbra's form began to shake uncontrollably, like a bomb ready to explode. The ash-grey killer surged forward, paws tearing up chunks of the ground and kicking up dust as he dove maniacally forward.

Eviscerate

As he charged, he passed the struggling Archer and NightBlood. The latter was pinned by the former, but he didn't care. This was a battle, Umbra's specialty. He had no eyes for any but Bloodloose. But he supposed he should help NightBlood...

Death

As he passed the two, he lashed out a bone-breaking blow with his paw, aiming to knock Archer away without damaging him too much. But he kept moving, brining his left foreleg back into the running position in one fluid movement. It was so very terrifying to watch the wolf move so methodically, and yet so evilly. Evil and death permeated every inch of Umbra's personality, and it was like a suffocating muffle of emotions. But emotions did not win battles.

Doom

Umbra took on an extra burst of speed, and, like he did to NightBlood many weeks ago, surged up like lightning to face Bloodloose inches away from his face. Umbra's maw was open wide, saliva and blood dripping from his fangs, and his eye open wide with glee. His paws were also splayed and ready, lashing out with a series of punishing blows meant to tear limbs and rend flesh.

Kill, Rend, Slash, Eviscerate, Death, DOOM! KILL!!!!

"...I am a DEMON!"

[nightblood]

In mid air, NightBlood realized just how much trouble this was going to be. Her eyes widened as Archer stood up and spoke, turning to the tan and gray Bloodloose.

"What do you wish me to do?"

The was a moment, a flicker of revelation. She wasn't going to get out of this one. Archer had lost his love for her. She could see that only he and his master existed to him. Only he and his master mattered. This was training beyond anything NightBlood had ever seen. She would be no match for him. And it was too late.

"Kill them, kill them all."

Too late. Mid air was just way too late.

Archer lunged forward. NightBlood could do nothing more than watch as he attacked. To her knowledge, there was no way to avoid attack in mid-jump. And she soon found herself on the ground looking up at the one she loved as he snarled above her.

"DIE BITCH!"

The words cut her deep, not because of what he said, but how he said it. She could have died from the razor-sharp words alone, but it was impossible. Night layed her head down, emotionally scared. Even Blood was dazed by the sudden change of will and loyalty. There was what seemed to be a silence that lasted for years before she broke it.

"...As you wish..."

ShadeBlood howled in the agony of hearing such a responce come forth from his cousin's muzzle. The pain wrenched him deep in his heart of hearts. He regained control, tears streaming from his face. He rushed forward at Archer after Mortil passed, knowing it was suicide to get in that wolf's way. There was no way he'd live life without NightBlood. Not again.

Fangs bared, he prepared to tear Archer's heart right out of his chest as promised... if he still had a heart to rip out that is.

[archer]

Red eyes narrowed as he looked at Blood, revelation scattered across her expression and in the dark depths of his mind, he knew this was wrong. Archer reared forward onto his feet, lunging with a desire to kill in his eyes. There was a thud as the now pinned Nightblood hit the ground. He eyed her hungrily, yet, there was a certain fear in his eyes, an uncertain doubt. This wolf was special to him, but then, why did it hurt him to see her like this? He shook as he thought, the voice of reason in the back of his head whispering things he knew, but had forgotten. It was true Archer might have been in battle mode, but Arrow was still in there somewhere and was restraiing fangs from coming down over her throat and ending her life. As he stood snarling, an empty guilt started to boil up in his chest and it felt like cold water had been dumped on him as he heard those words, her voice sounding so much like his own had as a pup, broken and bloody.

"...As you wish..."

He looked at her again and then, lowered his mouth, fangs parted. He reared back and then, hesitated, unable to do it, tears in the corners of his eyes. Archer loved her, he knew why, but his obedience would never allow him to disobey. The wolf growled, but did not comply. He looked into her eyes and there within was a message for her. Arrow had managed to grab at some reigns and pull them taut to control his other half.

Nightblood………. With that name came a surge of images so powerful he could not stop them. As he watched them, his eyes changed to brown and his growls all but continued. He felt his legs fall from under him, wrapping around Nightblood and holding her to him, whispering over and over again aplogies."I'm sorry, sorry, so sorry. Please, I'm so sorry." He remained put, feeling so angry with himself for trying to hurt her. He cradled her head in his paws and looked into her eyes, a lost and broken ravine replacing the angry and deadly glint. He shook with unshed tears. "I'm sorry sorry, Nightblood, please forgive me, I never would want to hurt you. Bloodloose, my master, can't disobey. Please, please, please.……" He continued to say please over and over, begging her forgiveness. He clung tightly to her, afraid to let go, for fear that she would resent him. His bangs covered his eyes as he held on, her fur becoming damp as tears trickled through his eyes onto her. He looked up at her and lowered his mouth, closing his eyes, and in a smooth movement, kissing her gently and carefully. It was so different than the other he had given her, this one relaying all fears he had and the worry in his heart.

Bloodloose shook with laughter as he watched his student struggle against his will. He knew Archer had a heart, but it was there to be killed, right? He was trying to destroy Archer. Though as soft words filled his ears, he turned to look with an expression of fury. "Your weak, allowing your love for her to block out what truly matters, power, fighting, being true to your nature, Archer. I'll kill you all, every last wolf in this pack and then, I'll claim it for my own." He was so wrong to say those words, because as he did, he knew it was his doom as Mortil laughed, making him shudder.

"You can kill without hesitation. YOU CAN KILL WITHOUT HESITATION!?" Umbra could barely breath for laughing so hard. "You humour me, cur! You are like me? You think you are like me!? I have killed more than you ever could! YOU SAY YOU ARE LIKE ME!? You are a monster. But I..."

The older wolf watched as he approached so unexpectantly, he feel to his feet and looked up at Mortil with a pissed off snarl.


"...I am a DEMON!"

Then, Bloodloose smirked. "Let me tell you why I survived the attack of Sallin on my home pack. I ordered them to. I ordered them to destroy Archer, his mother, brother, father, and anyone else that stood in the way. I am the reason DUROCHEN IS DEAD! YOU AND ME ARE A LIKE, WOLF. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!! I AM" He froze and locked up, then got to his feet, fangs bared and eyes shimmering brightly. Archer tensed against Nightblood and snuggled deeper into her fur for support. This was his way of saying that was the true form of Bloodloose, the killer that saught only blood. "I am the nest ruler of Arnlan!" His teeth formed a horrible laugh that echoed and rang. He, with crazed eyes, lashed out at Mortil.

[Electus]

Umbra smirked and began to move again, weaving in and out of Bloodloose's attacks. Those that hit their mark seemed not to faze the berserking ash-grey wolf. He snarled and snapped out at Bloodloose's paws when the tan and grey wolf dared strike, and lashed out with his own claws when the opportunity presented itself. He felt his blood boil, his eye become bloodshot, he could feel every muscle in his body stretch and tear, move and orchestrate every calculated attack. He wanted slaughter, he wanted Bloodloose's head!

"You will not rule this place." Umbra snarled, his voice deadpan and cruel. "You have no honor, you have nothing...ha! You're blows are like a newly born pup's! What can you do? Is this the best you can do!?"

Umbra laughed insanely into the sky, ducking under the continuous number of attacks. His eye glinted as he saw the opening, saw the chance.

Bloodloose was as good as dead.

"Let's see...First I think I'll take your leg from you!" Umbra crowed triumphantly, lunging to bit down on Bloodloose's right hind leg. At the same time, his left claw flashed towards Bloodloose's eyes, the ash-grey berserker planning to rip off the tan and grey wolf's leg and cripple his sight. His aim was true, and his jaws were like steel pincers.

If either blow connected, Bloodloose was doomed.

[nightblood]

"I'm sorry, sorry, so sorry. Please, I'm so sorry."

NightBlood had half closed her eyes, waiting for death to come. But through tear-filled eyes she saw the black figure of death slowly embrace her She felt drops of water hit her face. Salt water. Archer was crying as well.

"I'm sorry sorry, Nightblood, please forgive me, I never would want to hurt you. Bloodloose, my master, can't disobey. Please, please, please.……"

Blood shifted in his arms, freeing herself from his grasp slightly. She pulled her head up and lifted it until it was directly under Archer's. With one quick motion, she pulled her head above his and bit down gently on his muzzle. Tears leaked from her eyes, fleeing from the emotions that filled her head. The bite was only a desplay of her dominance of rank and her displeasure with that of a lower status. He had done wrong.

She let go of him just as swiftly, returning her gaze to his eyes. "You. Fight. For. Arnlan." she finally managed to choke out. Her sence of loyalty was overpowering. The pack he belonged to needed his help. No matter what had happened in the past, THIS was the present. THIS is what was happening NOW.

ShadeBlood watched in his charge. Archer had abandoned his target, instead, embrasing it. What was happening?

~A trick! It must be! Archer only PRETENDED to obey Bloodloose!~
-...No hate... No kill?- Blood asked, sounding destressed.
~Not THEM! Bloodloose!~
-KILL!!-

With another skid, ShadeBlood redirected himself and aimed his charge toward Bloodloose. Mortil would be in the way... or was something to avoid... Either way, best not to put him in the line of fire.

NightBlood rose up, breaking away from Archer's kiss. Night had urged Blood to stay with him for a few more seconds, but there was no time. There was a fight to be won.

"I am the next ruler of Arnlan!"

"How DARE you speak the sacred name of Arnlan?! YOU are not worthy to even LOOK at the land!" Blood meant every word that came out of her mouth. She stepped forward, the desire for Bloodloose's blood to be spilled across the border was growing in her mind. "YOU ARE BUT THE NEXT CARCASS TO ADORN THE BORDER!"

[archer]

Archer watched as ebony and earthen red female rose above him and bit down ever so slightly on his snout, making him jump. He glanced up into the red eyes of his mate as she released hmi from her iron grip jaws that, he noted, could have easily killed him. She wa his mate however and that bond had made sure they were together through this final fight and whether they lived or died, they'd be as one throughout. He bored into her eyes as she did the same, a gaze of two things. Loyalty to Arnlan and llove for one another, yet with a seething undertone of undescrible anger coarsed through his veins and made his expreesion feirce and a little frightening at first. As he heard Bloodloose speak, he loosed a loud and eching roaring like noise that said he was pissed off now. His stance completely changed as he climbed off of Nightblood, head held high and ears forward, making eye contact, a direct threat. Archer remembered a saying that his mother had told him once and smirked. Bloodloose had no idea just what was about to happen. "Night, Shade, Mortil, we have to fight for this pack, for one another and I'll be damned to hell if I am going to let him hurt my pack, my family." His voice was deep and resonating, giving a powerful aura that seemd to be so strong it whispered through the trees. Archer was not going to back down.

"You. Fight. For. Arnlan."

Archer looked at her and then at Shadeblood. "We for fight each other, and I fight for you." He looked at Bloodloose, still smirking. "Don't think Arnlan can be handed over so easily. I've got a pack to protect, and when a wolf has something he needs to protect, his powers grow expontentially. You may ask why even bother, but because of the love my mother taught me, I have what it takes to beat you!" He ended it with a loud howl that was full of unbridled emotions.

Then, he leapt into battle, fangs bared and aim deadly.

"You have no honor, you have nothing...ha! You're blows are like a newly born pup's! What can you do?"

Bloodloose snarled back as the ash gray wolf kept on avoiding attack after attack. The male had only a second to register he was on the ground as a black dfigure rose upward, coming down heavily on, Archer barely controlling himself. His eyes widened as there were teeth on his leg and another set on his body.

"Let's see...First I think I'll take your leg from you!"

Archer and Mortil slashed hard, then, there was sound of flesh being forcefully removed and then, Blood everywhere. Archer growled in sucess at Bloodloose felt then, pain so intense he grunted and as one eye was taken out, he snarled again, this time, at Archer he had firmly gotten a hold on his side, teeth threatening to break through his robs. Blood trickled downward on the ground, a crimson river flowing.
"Your dead, wolf.", looking at Nightblood, said Bloodloose as he lunged forward on three legs, stumbling for a moment. If he managed to shake either wolf loose, he would be at Nightblood and trying to kill her.

"How DARE you speak the sacred name of Arnlan?! YOU are not worthy to even LOOK at the land!" "YOU ARE BUT THE NEXT CARCASS TO ADORN THE BORDER!"

Archer nodded and stood awaiting the next move. "Shade, Blood, Umbra keep an eye out!"

[Electus]

Umbra howled in glee as blood filled his mouth and there was a loud cracking sound. Bloodloose's leg tore away along with the ash-grey wolf, his momentum carrying his lunge and overextending his reach. He slid to a stop some ten yards away, spitting out the tan and gray wolf's leg. Blood dripped from his mouth like a fine rain, and Umbra grinned evilly.

~Control yourself.
~But this is...such fun.
~I WILL stop you if you turn on the others.
~Oh very WELL....you spoilsporting son of a bitch.

Umbra began to lope back into the fray, cautiously circling the fatally injured Bloodloose. But something was wrong in the wind. The berserker could feel it, smell it. There was death in the air. There was blood, there was chaos, he knew. But something foreboding was nagging at his instinct, and as he passed his eye over Archer, Nightblood, and Shadeblood, he suddenly knew what it was going to be.

"Shadeblood! Get out of here. I smell it on the wind, I can feel the dread, the dead sense of more than one death in the air. Bloodloose will be your doom, Shadeblood! Leave while you still can!"

(( Ooh, blatant plot nudge. ^^))