Post by Fenrir on Feb 20, 2006 22:24:17 GMT -5
Fenrir's own teeth flashed with primitive pleasure as his offer was not only met, but was risen considerably. Never before had any dared fight Fenris on his own terms, and never had any of his opponents craved what the maddened beast craved; never had they wanted his flesh. But his opponent this day was different, for it seemed that were his foe a lycan as himself that these two fighters wouldn't be all that different. This man that wrapped himself in shadow had a lyrical flair that could unnerve many, and a bloodlust that was on the same level or even higher than that of Fenrir's. The wolf had his fair share of lyrical lunasy; his former foes would not forget that anytime soon, and once the bloodlust established a hold; it was near impossible for any to remove Fenrir from that state.
While his own blood and bits of gore from his earlier prey dripped from his teeth, gnashing in anticipation, Fenrir rapidly bent down and lo! From his boot he drew the ancient tool of the Homo Habilis; the handaxe. "Dearie of the Darkness; I wouldn't dream of taking more that is not mine. Though your counter-proposel isn't something that I expected; I agree. I will cut the flesh from my body and I deem that you will do this same, but look onto our instrument; a simple handaxe. One of the greatest inventions made by man; one of the few things that sparked the thought into man's mind that it could accomplish great things and become a master of beings.", said Fenrir as he spat a particularly irratating piece of liver onto the ground before him, "But observe this tool of old; it is not made of the stone that Habilis once used. This is made of obsidian; the finest cutting stone in the entire world that is not a treasured jewel. Used by surgeons it cuts accurately and and cleanly; it does not chip easily and can be acquired at little cost. This shall be the tool that the loser cuts his own flesh with. And I shall let you decide how much flesh I get if I win. But you my pet; you shall get 50 pieces of mine."
"I hope that you do not try to cheat me of what is mine should I win; I forget my word very easily when certains pacts are broken.", leered Fenrir; his eyes beginning to blaze as he tossed the knife onto the ground beside him. His nimble hands quickly unbuckled his weathered overcoat, apparently a relic from the KGB of a former empire that ruled a large portion of the world; how he envied those simple ideals. People for the people; allowing people to make their choices and govern their own lives. Of course someone would be needed to shepard this people, but other than that a flawless concept.
A pity that it failed in the past; it would be revived soon enough, but that was for later. Now; the fight ensued.
Wearing the clothes befit of any officer, only modified to serve his supersitions and beliefs that the Wolf was master of the World, Fenris started to circle his foe; looking for an opening. His fists were drawn in front of his face covering the one spot that wasn't impervious to normal pain, Fenrir's eyes that blazed forth with unparalleled glee scanned the shadow for an opening; ever waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The horde of mongrels, his brothers in fur, started to back away; both out of fear and awe for the prospect of seeing a champion of their race against an equal or stronger opponent was an interesting specticle indeed.
"So being of Shadow; perhaps I should let you strike first seeing as you are a human and it will take a number of normal blows to begin to affect me. Should I grant you this small boon? I think not; it would be foolish for the both of us. Me to let you in close where you could seriously harm me and you for once I grasp you; there is little chance that you shall break free.", muttered Fenrir almost to himself as he continued to pace about the still form of his challenger.
Unable to contain his mounting bloodlust, Fenris Fenrir let out roar that sounded like anger mixed with just a hint of insanity; a sound that few would believe a human possible to create. Surely if there was anyone else here; they would be drawn by the sound and then they would be privy to observe the fight of the day. The Lord of the Forest against He that controls the Shadows; a even match indeed, but who would land the first blow? Fenrir threw himself forward; his right hand shooting out like a piston and his left swing around to contact the ribcage. Would the Wolfmaster land these blows or was he in for a nasty surprise?bg
While his own blood and bits of gore from his earlier prey dripped from his teeth, gnashing in anticipation, Fenrir rapidly bent down and lo! From his boot he drew the ancient tool of the Homo Habilis; the handaxe. "Dearie of the Darkness; I wouldn't dream of taking more that is not mine. Though your counter-proposel isn't something that I expected; I agree. I will cut the flesh from my body and I deem that you will do this same, but look onto our instrument; a simple handaxe. One of the greatest inventions made by man; one of the few things that sparked the thought into man's mind that it could accomplish great things and become a master of beings.", said Fenrir as he spat a particularly irratating piece of liver onto the ground before him, "But observe this tool of old; it is not made of the stone that Habilis once used. This is made of obsidian; the finest cutting stone in the entire world that is not a treasured jewel. Used by surgeons it cuts accurately and and cleanly; it does not chip easily and can be acquired at little cost. This shall be the tool that the loser cuts his own flesh with. And I shall let you decide how much flesh I get if I win. But you my pet; you shall get 50 pieces of mine."
"I hope that you do not try to cheat me of what is mine should I win; I forget my word very easily when certains pacts are broken.", leered Fenrir; his eyes beginning to blaze as he tossed the knife onto the ground beside him. His nimble hands quickly unbuckled his weathered overcoat, apparently a relic from the KGB of a former empire that ruled a large portion of the world; how he envied those simple ideals. People for the people; allowing people to make their choices and govern their own lives. Of course someone would be needed to shepard this people, but other than that a flawless concept.
A pity that it failed in the past; it would be revived soon enough, but that was for later. Now; the fight ensued.
Wearing the clothes befit of any officer, only modified to serve his supersitions and beliefs that the Wolf was master of the World, Fenris started to circle his foe; looking for an opening. His fists were drawn in front of his face covering the one spot that wasn't impervious to normal pain, Fenrir's eyes that blazed forth with unparalleled glee scanned the shadow for an opening; ever waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The horde of mongrels, his brothers in fur, started to back away; both out of fear and awe for the prospect of seeing a champion of their race against an equal or stronger opponent was an interesting specticle indeed.
"So being of Shadow; perhaps I should let you strike first seeing as you are a human and it will take a number of normal blows to begin to affect me. Should I grant you this small boon? I think not; it would be foolish for the both of us. Me to let you in close where you could seriously harm me and you for once I grasp you; there is little chance that you shall break free.", muttered Fenrir almost to himself as he continued to pace about the still form of his challenger.
Unable to contain his mounting bloodlust, Fenris Fenrir let out roar that sounded like anger mixed with just a hint of insanity; a sound that few would believe a human possible to create. Surely if there was anyone else here; they would be drawn by the sound and then they would be privy to observe the fight of the day. The Lord of the Forest against He that controls the Shadows; a even match indeed, but who would land the first blow? Fenrir threw himself forward; his right hand shooting out like a piston and his left swing around to contact the ribcage. Would the Wolfmaster land these blows or was he in for a nasty surprise?bg