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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] The grey wolf stepped nimbly across the jungle floor. New age and chirping of birds rang in her eardrums. Inaba followed the borders of the Mafia territory in hopes of meeting someone new that could give her insight about the outside world. She never really traveled that much since she knew she was safe in Mafia lands. Maybe she would venture out on her own someday when Thana decided to head for new packlands. Did they call it off? Inaba was okay with this since she wasn't big on change. She used her power to create hallucinations to make her appear a normal lupus... minus the stench of rotting flesh from her right socket, missing tail and right ear. She also created a small creature similiar to that of a squirrel as it danced around her and giggled. Inaba giggled back as she ran after it, chasing it playfully. Guess you could have good times and still be slowly rotting away as a horrible monster. But being a Mortui also had its perks. She felt no physical pain and could travel days since she did not need nourishment to do so. I wonder what everyone else out in the world is doing? She thought to herself, she skidded to a stop to take in the scenery around her. Yes, it was very pleasant here and she could do whatever she pleased. Scorch, their don, was also very forgiving and was only helpful in her eyes for trying to help her be proud to be a mafia member and proud to be a Mortui. She took a bold pose as she held her head up high and pranced across the beaten path as the squirrel mirage chased her this time. She stopped to glance at the squirrel and cock her head to one side. I wish everyone else could understand me like my illusions... She barked and whined as she batted at it and her paws phased through it. She laid down and sighed, she needed to make more friends...

[Leo]

Leo walked through the forest, tail lashing back and forth. The climate was irritating him. It had rained earlier. It was sudden and unexpected, but had only lasted a few minutes, but it had been heavy. He had been glad that his fur was short, so he wasn’t left completely water-logged. The heat had soon evaporated any remaining water droplets, but his black fur still felt slimy to him. Right now it was incredibly hot, and was annoying him even more. At least Children of Hvítur Ári territory had a normal climate. Although, he was glad for the cover of the forest, and the smells that surrounded him were enriching. It was then that he noticed another smell.
His heart quickened at the familiar scent. The image of a large, vicious grizzly bear, eyes wide and menacing. Large paws, even larger claws, and terrifying teeth. He blinked the memory away, and located the smell. Rotting flesh. No doubt about it. Something stirred inside him, and he found himself racing towards the scent, unaware of what he would find. He smelt wolf mixed with the rotten flesh. He was approaching the border, but he didn’t care. He was planning to cross it anyway. He felt adrenaline pumping through his system, excitement coursed through his veins.
He ripped through the undergrowth, leaping into the open in an impressive bound. He twisted, spotting the only wolf present. A growl escaped his throat, and he stalked around her, preparing to strike. The smell of rotting flesh clung to her. Clearly she had come into close contact with rotting flesh. He would have hesitated, wondering if the rotten flesh was that of a prey animal, but he knew for certain that the smell belonged only to the rotten flesh of a wolf. He remembered that smell far to well, and it was nothing like that of a prey animal. His eyes narrowed, logical thought catching up. He felt a pang of annoyance as he realised he was acting on instincts rather than logic. Better than acting on emotions, he supposed. He realised that he was in this wolf’s territory, and he was clearly challenging her, but his pride would not allow him to back down. Instead, he decided to give her a chance to explain things.
“Are you a murderer, or do you eat your own kind?” He hissed.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-29.jpg] "Speaking" Today the Don followed the trail that led out of the borders, intent on observing them for any potential threat and then, as would be necessary, proceeding to completely eliminate said threat in all due haste. Quite a few new wolves had been taking an interest in his pack, which only meant other outsiders would be tempted to sniff about and Scorch would be there to greet them, the very devil himself. The Don was not above doing patrols, it kept his lean and chiselled body iron hard and afforded him the luxury of meeting all his pack members personally, therefore ensuring he could be damn sure who was and was not supposed trekking around the jungle. On this particular day he was in decent spirits, it always pleased him to have new members join and it simply tickled his fancy when they demonstrated such potential. Snickering to himself he moved on, body elegantly brushing through the dense foliage that formed his paradise, musing that it was perhaps time to start conducting some experiments of a rather appealing nature. Scorch sported some fine heirs, two stunning sons and one dazzling daughter that would help to continue his lineage; he would not have them cross breeding with another species for in the pit of his heart he wanted the mafia to remain a true testament of lupus powers. Banshee had the brawns and the dashing looks to uphold the image of Don, and frankly the large youngster was rather intelligent as well, though it could be said that the real conniving had gone to Pandora while the logistic had been gifted to Tearen. Either way Scorch could not have a female as the main leader of the pack, he was a bit old fashioned in his belief that males were more respected and a truer symbol of strength. However he would ensure his daughter had a respected position and that her needs would be met. A no wolf of inferior quality would effort court her, no he would keep his only daughter under strict observation, he wanted only the best mate for her in the future just as he would ensure the best match for his sons. Of course females tended to be more vulnerable, and with so many unscrupulous wolves running around his pack Scorch could not be sure one of them would not take advantage of his daughter when she reached maturity. Naturally that wolf would pay with his life, but it was the consequences of his actions that would be more of an issue, Scorch could not have good blood tarnished. The air of the forest began to change as he moved on, a faint putrid smell tainted the thick and spicy aroma native to the hot climate, and Scorch sighed, there was no mistaken that scent; it was a mortui. At first Scorch had been terribly opposed to the species, in fact he had despised them with reckless and hateful abandon, for they had reminded him of his own spectre that trailed and haunted him without relent. However, he now rather liked the image they presented, and they had their uses, of that there was no doubt and so he tolerated their presence for the sake of the pack. In fact he had formed a small bond with Ajax, and he had half a mind to promote the mortui if he would only grow some balls and gather some courage. Frankly that was all that was missing in the other male, but Scorch rather figured that with time and the right guidance he would become a true fearless subordinate. However, this scent was not Ajax, nor was it Thana`s and so by conclusion it must be Inaba`s, the rather shy and timid mortui, but that was another story for another time. It didn`t take long for him to catch up to the female mafia member and just as he was about to immerge from the shadows in which he was travelling another dark wolf appeared, his pelt and lack of decor suggesting a lupus. Perking his ears forward he watched with increased annoyance as the male took a snarky tone with Inaba, finding his stance rather aggressive and one hackle began to rise in annoyance. Anyone who joined the Mafia pledged their undying loyalty to Scorch, the mafia was for life, and in return Scorch also gave them his attention, devotion and protection and in this case he felt as though one of his own was being threatened by this outsider. A sinister snarl resonated from within the shadows he hid, and as he allowed his body to part with the darkness flames licked threateningly between the confines of his pelt. Typically they appeared when his temper rose and from there if matters escalated all hell could break loose, though usually Scorch could calm his temper in time to prevent anything rather serious from occurring. Moving forward he held his head tilted in a regal manner, his tai held high and his body rippling with coiled tension, damn sometimes he really hated outsiders. Snapping his jaws aggressively he moved to Inaba`s side, ignoring the putrid scent for the moment as his terribly cold gaze bore straight into the other male`s. When he spoke his voice came out as a dark threat of veiled consequences, rumbling from his chest the notes suave and yet ominous. “You had best watch how you address Mafia wolves on their turf, or you may yet find the answer to that impertinent question...Who are you and what business do you have so close to my lands.” His fur bristled aggressively, there was a precious balance hanging in the open, a wrong move on the other wolf`s part could certainly send the Don into a violent rage. He protected what was his with a fierce resolve, and Inaba was mafia, therefore by consequence; His. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] Her hallucination quickly vanished... dissolved into thin air as her true form appeared before the two lupus'. Though the don knew quite well what she was underneath, she was sure the other wolf would be startled, if not... terrified and disgusted of her. Just. Like. Everyone. Else. She tried not to cower and hold her ear flat against her skull. If she had a tail it would probably be stuck between he hind legs. She did not answer the other lupus' question however, not because she did not want to or feel she needed to... she simply couldn't. She turned to face the trespasser with one blue eye... slowly it too would turn purple to red, until she was blind. Her jaw hung loose as she snapped it back into place, bare bone against her upper maw would probably provoke nightmare sounds for life. Her tongue drooping from the gaping esophagus. How long would it be before she would loose her only means of speaking? Maybe the great spirits would give her some other sort of power to communicate with. Then Inaba thought... she does have hallucinations. She does have those. She felt a large fire of heat beside her, as the leader of the mafia stood close to her. It made her feel as if her heart could beat again. With a new found desire to prove she wasn't just a scaredy pushover, she let her hackles raise as she snarled and growled, a true monster with one devilish blue eye.... burned with fire. If only you could understand... you will never understand... will you? Her body ached with emotional turmoil. Only her pack and only her own kind would know what it was like to be mocked by everyone else. To feel pressured to be perfect, when deep down... you were never perfect to begin with. Doomed to be mortui from the start, Inaba knew it would only be so long before someone else came across her path... not to treat her equally, but to harass her about what she was. "Hah, listen to your fellow lupus. You dare mock us without reason? We are the mafia, and we do not take prisoners! My question is your answer... which do you think I enjoy more?" A low and demon-like voice rang out from nowhere as Inaba slowly put herself back together to appear as a lupus again. Taking her time to let the don witness her display of true twisted evil. She let her muscle illusions bleed a bit before the skin and fur slowly covered it back up. Does this wolf know what he has gotten himself into, Inaba thinks not. The mortui continues to snarl and glare at him with two bulging eyes now... she figured she could have a little more fun with this and let them appear to slowly bleed out.. making it appear she was now blind. That is when she found, her true power's potential. The power to bring your enemies fears... to life.

[Leo]

Leo’s gaze darted towards the newcomer. The newcomer was the alpha, that much was clear. Hmm, so I meet the alpha of Children of Hvítur Ári, and then a meet the alpha of the…Mafia, according to the new wolf. It was almost ironic. His eyes flickered towards the flames. So a fire lupus, like him. He hid a grin. The new wolf had given him an advantage by creating fire, this meant it was easier for him to tap into the flames, and convert the energy into his own source of fire. Fire danced by his paws, surrounding him in a golden haze. He made the flames stand still for a moment, testing that his power was working fully, before he turned his attention back to the two wolves.
He hardened his gaze, careful not to show his shock as the female transformed before him, into a deformed, rotten figure. So she was a mortui, that was where the smell was coming from. He cursed inwardly for not thinking of the possibility. She probably expected him to be surprised, or scared. He may be surprised, but he was not scared. He had seen a couple of mortui before, and heard a lot about them. One of the wolves in his old pack had been related to a Mortui. He examined her, turning his expression into one of smugness. He reckoned that if he reacted unexpectedly that would throw her, and give him an advantage.
He allowed himself to smile at her reply. Did she think she intimidated him? He turned his attention back to the alpha, preparing to answer the question, when his gaze darted back to the mortui. She was starting to appear more like a lupus, although with no skin or fur. The image interested him, and he found himself staring, curious. A part of him said that he should be disturbed, but the more logical part reminded him that it was nothing but an illusion. There was no reason to be disturbed.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-29.jpg] "Speaking" Scorch was pleased that Inaba gathered her courage and pride, having the mortui demonstrate a bit of back bone was well worth the time he had spent to encourage such an attitude. She was after all Mafia, and only the best were accepted into his ranks, the scum of the earth that stank of weakness and frailty were little more than maggots that crawled through the bodies of his wolve’s victims. Nodding his approval he flashed her a charming wink, enjoying her display of power that was one of the main reasons he had deemed it safe to promote her. That and he rather thought she would not be prone to betrayal, and only those that had demonstrated exceptional abilities and devotion to the cause received such high honors. There was a system deep within the organized crime pack, and it all started with the knowledge that Scorch ruled with absolute lack of deniability. Those that were seen in his favor, or that had earned his respect, would receive special attention and direction well those that defied or challenged his leadership were met with harsh reprimand. To be true with his pack mates he was known to be a deadly charmer, his wolves had free reign and could do as they pleased essentially, the jungle was a reprieve where those degraded and expelled for their true nature could finally find a place to embrace the side of them that others feared. The other lupus had just received the first red flag, failure to reply to the Don’s question so terribly near his turf and his followers and an endearing smirk of mockery blatantly spread across his maw, vaguely resembling a silent snarl in nature, it was not to be mistaken with friendliness. The Don was not known for fucking around and stepping around the bush, his interactions were brief and to the point. Advancing with muscles poised to strike he let a sinister growl of warning resonate from his chest, the sound soft and yet just as dangerous as a savage snarl. It wasn’t hard to tell this male was younger than himself, he had not developed the hard muscles that came with age, nor had he mastered his powers enough to summon fire, poor sap had made the mistake of stealing Scorch’s. With a deep chuckle of ridicule he smiled as he proceeded to call to his flames, they were partially comprised of his energy, and so by consequence were naturally drawned to his aura, besides, given Scorch’s vile and virulent nature the wretch that now faced him would have trouble controlling them if Scorch got really pissed. It was only natural that no matter where the fire traveled it would mimic its creator’s energy. However, just for a second he let some of it run rampant, the flames around the other fire lupus exploding into an ecstatic show of violent force, flames blazing high and terribly hot so that the very foliage that surrounded the other wolf began to smolder, catching fire so that the younger male was fully enveloped. It would not cause as much damage to the other wolf given he too controlled fire, but as this blaze had been created with Scorch’s energy it could be expected the other wolf would not be comfortable. His laughter grew into a devious cackle of mirth, his eyes ablaze with a cold flame that flickered brightly, my but it felt amazing to let his energy run rampant. Scorch’s problem was not that he did not possess power, no he embodied disturbing quantities of it, but rather that once it was unleashed he would loose control of it...much like his temper and the pair of them made for awfully destructive habits. Howling out his ecstasy Scorch let his voice thunder commandingly into the air, echoing with force through the jungle and in turn it was almost as if the jungle grew still, recognizing its king. With more energy than it took to create it, Scorch called the fire back and extinguished it completely, leaving only his inky black body and rivers of blood red pelt in its wake. Shaking his slick and silky fur out he leered, “Oh say, wasn’t that fun boys and girls? Now that I have your freakin’ attention maybe you can answer my question hey sonny boy? Don’t make me ask twice...” His eyes bore straight into the other fire lupus, piercing and alight with the devil’s mark as the tip of his pearly canines peaked out from beneath his dark maw. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] Inaba watched carefully as the intruder didn't seem phased or the slightest disturbed. She snarled angrily now. Just give her the command to strike... let her rip this inconsiderate fool limb from limb! Her fur stood on end as the last illusion faded and let her show her true form once more. The mortui laughed menacingly as she took a step towards the other lupus. He could try and steal her don's fire again and scorch her... but it would be pointless. She would approach a flaming mass of terror and truly become a hound from hell. Peering back at the don after his nice trick of practically engulfing the foe's ankles in his fire, she gave an almost pleading look. Throw a bone... she dared him. "Yes... let me help you bleed. Let us show you what the Mafia is about!" The voice rang out again, Inaba felt she could go on for years on end. This male had no idea what he had gotten himself into. She brought an illusion of a storm. The winds picking up and swirling the massive tree's leaves and the small bugs floating accidentally near them. A circle of fire surrounding them now. Her body began to appear different again, and she knew after this she would most likely be drained. But if her don let her... she could show this intruder her true intentions for him. Inaba became massive, twice the size of any normal wolf as her fur became darker... matching that of Leo. She made her voice practically identical and if not for the size difference, they would've been hell to decipher between each other. "Heh, who cares if I kill a few weak and puny wolves, they deserve it! Just like... you..." The massive wolf raised it's right fore paw as it hovered over Leo, ready to come crashing down. And even if it were an illusion... Inaba would strike with her whole body. She would make it real. She would prove her worth to her don and was prepared to do whatever that meant. Even if it meant killing off a possible, yet rude and never to be, pack member.

[Leo]

Leo ignored the icy terror that griped his heart, his own pride and recklessness blinding him to the extreme danger. He was outnumbered, and out powered. One on one would be a challenge, never mind fighting both of them. He didn’t think he could escape without a fight, although he could try talking his way out, but his pride kept his mouth closed. He would die if it meant he didn’t appear weak. He could feel the fire around him, although it did not burn him, the heat was immense, and the smoke blackened his already dark pelt. He released a growl, although he knew he was unlikely to get burnt. He was a fire lupus, and the ability to be fire resistant required no effort. He was however pleased (although he did not show it) when the flames retreated from his body, leaving smoking charred grass surrounding him.
His eyes glowed with fury, and he pushed any fear deeper within him, and clung to every other emotion, so as to hide the danger from himself. Rage, mixed with stupid naivety caused him to smile at the alpha’s question.
“What question would that be?” He asked, feigning innocence, although he added a bite of mockery. He knew full well what the question was, but he didn’t care. He knew he would come to regret it, but right now, he was pumped full of adrenaline, and the prospect of a fight was exciting him. Even if it was likely he would end up dead.
He saw the female glance at the alpha, the message clear. She wanted to attack. His fur bristled, and he blocked her taunting voice out. He couldn’t fight them both and hope to win. A storm began to brew, and the wind tore through the trees. For a minute he thought the world was reacting to the events currently being played out, but then he realised it must be another illusion. He watched as the wolf grew bigger, and a giant paw loomed over head. How much of this illusion was true? If she was projecting this illusion onto herself, then she could attack him while he would have trouble fighting her. He still doubted that he would be squashed by the giant paw, but he expected he would be attacked. He considered creating his own fire, but that would take too long, and it probably wouldn’t work. Plus it would tire him, and his fighting ability would suffer. No, he could get out of this alive, by using his brains. The female was waiting for a command, that much was clear. The alpha was willing to give it, but, the wolf was still interested in what he had to say. He could just explain he had come for information, before deciding to join the pack, but he doubted that would prevent a fight. Plus, it would sound cowardly. Was there something he could say that would stop the alpha giving the female the command to attack? He examined the alpha. They were off a similar build, although the alpha had more muscles, and was slightly bigger, and much more experienced. However, he could not physically harm Leo with his power, and would have to rely on fighting ability. He had a chance of beating the alpha if it was one on one, although it was a very slim chance.
An idea came to mind, that had a high chance of back firing. What was this pack like concerning challenges? Would it always be to the death? And must it always be for rank? Well, he was a loner, that they knew, so maybe he could present his own terms. He stared the alpha in the face, knowing that no matter how this ended, they would both have new scars. The alpha would accept a challenge, but would he accept his terms? Leo didn’t know, but it was the only chance he had of not ending up dead. There was still a chance that the alpha would ignore him, and he would end up fighting both of them regardless. But still, if he was lucky, he might just managed to get away. It wasn’t like he would ever end up joining this pack now. He doubted he would be accepted.
“I have come to offer a challenge. A chance to prove myself.” He explained, the lie slipping through his mouth fluently, as if it was the truth. “ A one on one fight. Not to the death, and not for rank. Just a fight to prove ourselves.” He explained, careful not to miss out the bit about not to the death. “Do you accept?”

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-29.jpg] "Speaking" Inaba seemed oddly ready to engage this stranger in combat, however the matter had become slightly more personal to Scorch and he did not need her to intervene, no he would deal with this matter swiftly and efficiently and by his own means. The Don was going on the whim that this stranger was perhaps more brazen then he was idiotic and generally such wolves stood a chance of being reasoned with, otherwise he would feel the steely power of Scorch’s jaw clamped upon his neck. Flicking his ears in mild annoyance as the mortui continued on with her threats he continued to observe the other lupus, it was nothing but a youthful cocky pup to him, barely worth his time in the first place but Scorch had not liked how he had addressed one of his own. Moot the point really, the young ass reminded him of how he used to be when he was younger, setting fire to pack territories, attacking pack wolves just for the thrill of tasting their blood and searching out mischief to continually seek the high he needed in life. Well, had the idiotic brute not opened his big yap Scorch might have been inclined to converse some more and figure out just who this other fire lupus was under his cover of coky confidence. However, if only to disprove Scorch’s theory that the lupus possesed any ounce of intelligence, the other male had to demand a challenge. Scorch wasn’t the type to hold back, he bit into anything in life with vigor and the younger male would not come out in good health, the fact that Scorch was Don already proved his superiority and higher abilities from a mere loner. Perhaps if the fire lupus had been a Rogue instead of a loner Scorch might have actually felt the fight would be worthy of his attention, but this was nothing but a common loner, the aimless and pointless of all wolves, scum essentially that had yet to prove their worth to a pack or to themselves. It was a real laughing matter, and Scorch erupted in mocking laughter, his maw pulled into a hainous snarl of carnal amusement, it was like watching a pup throw a tantrum for not getting their way and he lifted his head to bellow out the dark cackles. The sound was chilling and terribly concerning to anyone present, for as open as it was in mockery so was it in wicked morbid amusement. Poor young fool, Scorch would fight him just to see his face mared by Scorch’s fangs, and unless the other wolf possessed healing abilities the scar would remain for quite some time, just long enough for everyone to see what a pathetic fuck he really was. Darkly he ridiculed the other wolf, “Aw, poor puppy thinks he can challenge the King of the Damned, boy did you fall on your head too much as a pup or are you simply as freakin stupid as you look? My answer to you is will you be able to accept the consequences?” He paused, as if he was offering the other a chance to change his mind and then snarled with a sadistic grin, “Too fuckin late, let’s dance!!!” With that he sprinted at the male, seeming to aim for a head on shot, but at the last second passing by the other's side and attempting to latch on to the other wolf’s hindquarter with his powerful jaws, flinging his increased weight against the younger wolf in the process. Using the force of his elan he pushed off the ground, and if he succeeded this would not only damage the others muscle and nerves but also disrupt their balance. Fire would do no good here, but it did not matter for Scorch was more adept at fighting without it, frankly the fire was a mere distraction as his true skills lied in his own fighting abilities. Having been raised in the very bowels of hell, the pack that had kidnapped him at birth had impounded such tactics into his being, he thrived on the motions that allowed him to kill with surprising accuracy and he was very good at what he did, for Scorch openly adored the thrill of a fight. His own wounds served as a catalyst to his drive to taste his enemy’s blood, his own pain fueling his desire to push limits and establish domination. He had been raised to hunger for battle, taught to bathe in the sound of agonized cries and learned to cherish the fear that would radiate from his enemies. To say the least it was not fighting that Scorch feared in this world, in fact it was part of what made him so dangerous, the absolute lack of fear of death. By virtue of experience this fight was over before it could begin, but if the foolish stranger wanted to feel what it was like to have the Don’s fangs tear into his hide then so be it, Scorch would not relent until the brazen asshole called for mercy, even if it meant killing the poor bastard. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] The Mortui paused as all illusions began to fade, as did her physical power. She grunted the female panting as she stepped back towards the don's side. She would not go against his orders and since it seemed these two lupus wanted a one on one, she simply butt out. She decided she could learn a thing or two from these wolves as she sat down under the shade of a nearby fruit tree with an intentful eye for detail. She almost felt shamed to watch and not help her alpha, but if it was his fight... hedid not need her to help him fight it. That in of itself would only shame herself and the don more unless for another reason he wanted an unfair advantage when it was obvious he could take this young brute by his scruff. The mortui shook the flies away from her pelt as the humidity and heat began to rise over the jungle. Hells fire unleashing over its vast territory before the wolves. Inaba growled at the other wolf, she hoped he when back to where he came from with his tail seared between his legs. The time she had spent in the jungle was slowly changing her, turning her into a more heartless monster that the mafia was known for having as its inhabitants. The mortui didn't want to become a monster, but to the world she had to have the balls to stand up for herself because to the rest ofthe world... that's all she ever was. At least to Scorch she was a valuable weapon that was being put to good use. Someone who cared about her, someone who was on her side for once and didn't judge her. That was truly why she was still part of the mafia.

[Leo]

Leo growled, as the large wolf sprinted for him. He moved his head out of range, but later realized that the alpha had only been bluffing, and was aiming for his hindquarters’. As a loner, Leo knew how important it was not to injure your legs (or any part of you to be honest, but legs were more likely to impede your hunting), acting more on instinct, he reared back, moving his back leg out of danger. However, no one would have the speed to move completely out of range, and he felt strong teeth sink into him, and the warm trickle of blood on his pelt. He was careful not to cry out. He didn’t even have time to inspect the wound on his side, as he felt himself being pushed under by the pure strength of the other wolf.
Realizing this, he rolled with the impact, and found his feet again. He took a moment to restore his balance, glad that adrenaline was overriding the pain in his side. He grinned at the other wolf, as if he was enjoying the fight. To Leo, this fight was not just physical. It was about who could appear more mentally strong. If he acted like this fight was nothing, it was possible that the alpha would become hesitant, and make a mistake that would allow Leo a chance to win.
He recorded what he knew of the alpha’s fighting techniques so far. Doesn’t seem to use fire when fighting (not that it would matter to him, as he was fire resistant), tends to bluff and think logically about his attack. Had a lot of power, and knew what wounds would give him the greater chance of winning. Okay, so what part of my body do I have to defend? Head, obviously. Legs, of course, although if worse comes to the worse, and he did injure his legs, he could always return to the swamp and start fishing until it healed. So two body parts that I must defend at all cost.
What advantage did he have over the alpha? Defiantly not size, although he imagined that at one time the alpha would have been a similar build to him, and he doubted that the alpha, regardless of what build he was, would run from a fight. Brute strength was also something he did not have an advantage of, although strength was worthless without a proper technique. Speed was about even, with Leo perhaps being a little faster as he had less muscle to carry. The alpha would underestimate him, that was clear. To him, Leo was merely a loner. But he was unaware that in his old pack, he had been the dominate male, and the protector of the small pack, and he had won many fights before, even when the odds were against him.
He didn’t attack, but waited for the alpha to strike first, although, if the alpha was to pounce, Leo would lash at his head, hopefully unbalancing him, and bite down on his shoulder, before dodging out of the way. He had to stay out of the alpha’s reach. If the other wolf managed to pin him, than it was all over. Now, however, he had more of a fighting chance.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-32.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Scorch felt his teeth sink into tender flesh, a growling snarl of satisfaction ripping forth from his throat as he clamped on the wound and pulled as Leo tore apart in the other direction. Using the counter force would ensure a deeper wound with jagged edges that would not heal in a very aesthetically pleasing fashion. Spitting flesh out from his maw he grinned, a slow and twisted smirk of intense enjoyment and perverse mockery, his tongue coming out to languidly lick away the other wolf’s blood that now dribbled from his scarlet tainted teeth. Leo had countered part of the attack, Scorch had figured that if he possessed any ability he would be able to at least par the Don’s first advances; really the techniques he was employing at this point were mere frivolities, meager attempts at simply establishing what his opponent could and could not handle. The Don certainly under estimated the other wolf’s worth, to that end Scorch was confident, however, he was not so brazenly foolhardy to pass off his fighting abilities without establishing a perimeter. Now that he had pushed the other lupus he had an idea of what he was paired with, a wolf that certainly exhibited knowledge of defense and offense tactics, which meant Scorch could happily step up his game. The Don began an entirely predatory circling of his prey, for so near to the jungle the cocky bugger was nothing more than a fly caught in a trap, his eyes burning with a cold heinous hunger for violence, a heathen ache for anarchic chaos derived by his own means. The fur on the back of his neck stood up, his ears plastered against his skull as his maw parted into a voracious sneer, this fight was no longer about trespassing or inflicting a lesson upon this wolf, it was merely for the thrill of inflicting pain, at the moment it could certainly have been the devil himself that reined over Scorch’s actions; he no longer recognized this wolf as anything more than a being on which to inflict pent up brutality. The energy that consumed the Don on a daily basis was filled with an abundance of ill controlled brutality, and although it permitted him to direct the most feared criminals to roam the land of Wonderwhy, it also ate at his soul and day by day the restrained force festered. Now it saw the chance to lash out and Scorch, being rather hooked on the ecstasy that the hatred fueled his body with, was all to willing to allow it free reign. Leo did not attack in response, perhaps to some this was a show of higher intelligence and restraint, but the Don wasn’t really of a sane mind and to him it exhibited fear and a yielding to the authority that the mafia wolf wielded. He called the shots in the fight and it seemed as though Leo had chosen to simply respond, to this he noted with vehement words laced with poison, "Your facade of false bravado may be visually impenetrable, and yet you make no move to meet my force with your own, to this end your fear is terribly transparent. Yield now and you may yet walk out in one piece.” His words taunted while his eyes stabbed burning holes of contempt in his opponent’s heart, perhaps had the pair not exhibited such fierce shows of testosterone driven pride, things might have gone differently. As it were Scorch took no shit from anyone, the least of all a loner that so blatantly held his precarious position so near to the Mafia’s land in such low esteem. Seeing that Leo had yet to face reason Scorch was only too happy to oblige the younger wolf and proceed with the first move once again. This time he made another sprint at Leo’s legs, his intention once again not to attain what he appeared to be seeking, his hindquarters pushing his body forward in a powerful thrust. Scorch felt Leo lash out at his head, and let the lupus unbalance him, feeling the other’s fangs slice through the top of his shoulder. Smirking Scorch let his body drop to the ground at the same time, ensuring that although Leo’s fangs had hit their mark, they had not latched on, and then with his back legs pushed forward under Leo’s stomach and then heaved upwards. This move paired with Scorch’s strength would allow him to break Leo's own balance and send him to the ground, which meant Scorch had but precious seconds to follow through. Blood flying from his wound he swiveled in a spray of dirt designed to lash out and distract his opponent and then dove forward once more, jaws snapping at what he hoped would be Leo’s exposed underbelly. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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[°Inaba°]

[[Feel free to skip my post, since ina is just watching the fight and not really doing much ^^']]

[Leo]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/leoleoleo.png] Leo narrowed his eyes at the alpha’s words, stalking around him, as the alpha began to circle him. Leo snorted, recognising the blood lust in those eyes. This alpha was not fighting for honour, or territory, or anything besides the desire to fight. It was a feeling that Leo could emphasise with. He grinned, his fangs glinting dangerously. “And if I was to leave, would you not feel disappointment? You want this fight, as much as I do. The taste of another’s blood is all you seek. And in that respect, we are the same” He announced, his voice cold and calculating. As the alpha lunged at him, he made contact with the wolf’s head, and his fangs sliced at the others shoulder. He growled, blood filling his mouth. He was surprised, when he was kicked in the stomach, knocking the air out of him, and sending him flying backwards. That motion reminded him of when he and his sister had been attacked by the bear. She had died, but he had fought, and managed to survive, even if the bear had remained alive. It was like being hit by the bear’s paw all over again, and he reacted instinctively, as he had done that day. He pushed himself backwards, into the motion, so that he feel further than the alpha had attempted. The wolf was quick, and his jaws snapped at him, missing his underbelly by a few inches. He hissed, kicking up with his hind legs, and straight into the jaws of the alpha, hoping to hear a loud crunching sound. He didn’t wait to see if he had landed the blow, and twisted onto his side, and back onto his feet, and launched into an attack, aiming for the alpha’s hindquarters. (That counts as one dodge on my behalf I think, so that leaves me with two dodges left, unless I’m counting wrong. Also, sorry for the late reply, but I left a message in the away board.)

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-32.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Scorch listened to the other’s words with a cold calculating look of carnal intent, there it was, like the power that flowed through his veins and made him king of the damned, his words were once again bringing out the true nature of his opponent. Having broken that cool facade, Leo now exposed his real nature to Scorch and played into the realm of insanity that the Don was weaving around the blind younger lupus. However there was one thing Leo was terribly wrong about, they were not the same and it was a delusion of epic grandness that flowed forth from his opponent. Making a mocking moue Scorch taunted, “How cute, do you see Inaba? I have an admirer that fancies himself to be of the same cloth as myself, what a delightful delusion.” Chuckling wildly he snarled forth, completely amused by the younger’s antics. “Don’t flatter yourself loner, very few can compare themselves to me, and you will never be one of them.” He winked, making in plain that it did not matter how well the loner could fight, until he had proven his worth past simple pigheadedness he would never merit Scorch’s consideration. Quickly enough his amusement turned to aggressive spite as he expressed violent contempt for the male, his voice oozing forward with invaluable depravity, “Do not claim to know what I want, you understand very little about true power and motivation, it is all plainly evident by your disregard for those that are above you. By paying no heed to their rule you condemn yourself to remain blind and vulnerable, a wriggling pup in the darkness crying out for help.” Narrowing his gaze he watched as Leo rolled further away, noting at the last second as strong pack paws came to try and slam into his jaw. Smirking, Scorch merely braced himself for the impact, opening his powerful jaws to receive the vulnerable body part as the foot slammed into his head. This way the impact would impale the fool’s back paw onto his long fangs and upon them the Don would slam shut his mouth. It was a solid blow to Scorch’s head, but it was even more so condemning for the younger wolf as now the older lupus could effectively immobilize a critical body part in the fight. With that he bit down hard, knowing that in his iron grip the other’s foot would be crushed as the small little bones in the paw would yield as fangs would effectively slice through tender nerves and tendons. Pain radiated all the way through his head, throbbing and disarming, and for a brief moment his vision blurred. His mouth would no doubt fill with blood, most from his opponent but some would be from his own body, nevertheless, Scorch did not care as he let the pain come. The Don did not fear pain; he embraced it and learned to live with it, by subjecting his body to various level of pain his merciless leaders had helped Scorch to build an ability to work with copious quantities of stabbing aches. Seeing the wolf try to swing around to attack his flank the Don moved into the attack, instead of pushing out of the way that would have loosened his hold on the other’s paw he merely directed the attack the top of his hip, the place that could suffer more damage than the rest of him and then vehemently pushed his body forward towards a large boulder that jutted forth from the earth alluringly. Feeling his opponent’s jaw locked onto his hide, the fangs sending jagged bolts of white hot searing pain through his leg, meant that Scorch knew he might not be able to pull out in time and the Don gave a powerful thrust into the rocky surface of the boulder. The impact would affect the lupus’s precious ribs, with Leo foot’s at such an odd angle it might also tear some muscle and if things went relatively well either the other’s hold on Scorch would be broken or the wolf’s head would be jarred solidly against the rock. The Don’s eyes remained riveted in frank delight on Leo’s, his grimace a startling one of perverse amusement. | S c o r c h 's . S o n g |

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