I walk the devide(warning V, torcher, gore) any one welcome

Leo · Post by **Leo** » 01-11-2009 21:29

"So you're the top male, huh."
eight didnt say any thing just waited, he had a ider were this was going, she was a mating female and he was the best fighting male around, he sort of inbodyed everthing that she hated about males.

"It's surprising to finally meet you face t'face in such a stupid situation."
Again he didnt speak just watch her but his eyes were now on fire, with his anger, what was the female thinking, she wanted to fight eight wile he was at full strenght, she was stuipeder then she sounded.

"They haven't brought you down yet... But I bet I CAN!" she roared, before lunging forward as fast as she had started to walk.

He dodged her first lunge by jumping to one side, he digged his claws into the earth so he could spin around quickly. he was ready for any thing he was back to full strenght, this was just another wolf that would fall at the end.

SilverWolf92 · Post by **SilverWolf92** » 01-11-2009 21:44

As Oasis had lunged, she suddenly felt like the echos of the announcer scream through her head. The cheers of the people in the stands are they watched the slaughterings happen. She pictured herself in the ring, finding herself against Triple Eight in all of his glory. She'd watch as he would die by her fangs, and she'd take top title for both male and female.

She would show how dominant the female race could be. And no male would stop her. Hell, no male had ever stopped her. She'd never lost, never. She wasn't about to lose now.

The fact was, she knew how strong this guy was. Heck, he reached a title. Not many did. She had a good idea of his moves, if he'd been trained as viscious as she was. Everything, if she could remember was stored in her mind, and his. If she could read his moves... things would be in her favor. As she came crashing down from the leap, she knew he dodged. He jumped to the side, and she could hear his paws hit the ground as his claws raked the earth as he slid around fast. Oasis though saw that.

The moment she had landed on all fours as he dug his claws into the earth, she twisted her body and her paws instantly and faced him with a smirk. Her silver eyes met his dullened ones as the firey battle spirit filled her as she lunged with her teeth snapping at him for a small smook. She then headbutted him to make him scuttle away before charging right after him.

ur turn to inflict pain xD )

Leo · Post by **Leo** » 01-11-2009 21:58

As he turned he had not exspected her to be right in his face so quick. she headbutted him knocking him off balance for a split second, he recovered quickly, this time he didnt dodge he acted as if he was still off balance and staggering, when really it was a facking move.

He had under eastmated her, she was a fighter and she was alive and free that was prof that she would have some skills at lest, he should of taken that into considerasion, he swore at him self in his mind. a stupied mistake he wouldnt make again.

As she came for him again, he used his fack staggering for momentum and grabbed her by the scruff and throw her across the dirt, in the prosess he fell onto his side but it was all part of the move, it was controled. he rolled back onto his paws.
A moment came to him as well, he felt liike he was back in the ring it was all happening, and a savage exsitment that always came to him then. came back to him and it made him move better and faster. but on the out side his eyes were still dull and dead, his face unreadabal.

SilverWolf92 · Post by **SilverWolf92** » 01-11-2009 22:20

Oasis came charging at him, her speed was phenomenal. She kept up with him. She almost felt like laughing. This was a breeze. Was the champ just a lucky boy? As she met him, she saw that he suddenly staggered. Surprised at this, she lunged again quickly. She wasn't about to let him escape. But the lunge turned into a small grunt as she was taken by the scruff, and thrown across the earth. She made a small thud before her claws made marks in the dirt as she rose, shaking off the mud before coming back at him.

What a bitch. She had thought to herself. He had so easily manipulated his stance. How could she have not seen his bluff? He was a Fighter, he couldn't so easily just drop. It was uncanny. And she had fallen for it. Damnit, she snarled to herself. As she swerved to face him again, she felt her nostrils blaring as her fur bristled. She stared at him, her eyes were deadly. She wasn't going to be nice anymore.

"Here I come you prissy." she murmured softly under her hitched breath.

She let her claws relax for a moment before coming at him again. In a blinding speed, she had her claws open and her fangs wide. She would punmmel into him, knock him to the ground, and take out his jugular. That simple, right? She only hoped it was, and that this guy was a fluke.

Leo · Post by **Leo** » 02-11-2009 22:41

Eight was going to be ready for her next attack he wasnt going to under eastmate her again, so she would not be so lucky. as he standyed him self after throwing her, he turned and already she was pouncing back at him, he didnt have time to reacted with her fangs wide she smashed into him, teeth tore throw his shoulder as he skidded back across the ground, but insted of staying down, he used the moment to roll back to his paws and this time he charged at her.

In the first to steps he did that were all in half a second he consetrated on the damage on his shoulder. it wasnt a bad wound, as she seemed to have been aiming to get him on the ground to go for the throat she hadnt gone for a full bit. such a permachor attemped at a kill shot was a show of poor tenic to eights mind. amichers he thought.

you must work your oppenent down first, its fool hardy and stupied to attemped a kill bit on some one as high calber as me, he thought.

As he sprinted at her, he jumped to the left then the right then back to the left, then faked a right and came from the left, he was aiming to bit into the side of her neck, not completly destoryer her yet, it would be a nasty wound bleed badly and restriced her head movment.

SilverWolf92 · Post by **SilverWolf92** » 04-11-2009 00:32

Oasis snarled, viscious as she went about he work. She had grabbed not onto his throat, but his shoulder. His damned fucking shoulder! Talk about accuracy. Growling to herself, as she'd taken only a few good tuffts of fur away, she was pushed back as he had charged at her. "Shit!" she thought to herself. He was quick, although not as fast as she he still had a good recovery rate.

She watched his moments, watching him suddenly go into a zig zag like pattern. He jumped to the left, to the right, back to the left, back to the right. Her brain clicked, she started to move toward the right to meet him. But she realized at the split moment the sudden change in his pawsteps. His paws met the ground, his body angling to the right, but suddenly she noticed the twisting of his body go toward the left! A fake attack.

"You've got to do better than that." she thought to herself. She knew she couldn't stop his attack. But now that (with her quick thinking) she knew where he was headed, she braced herself for the attack.

He had come at her, aiming to bite the side of her neck. Because of her quick moves to counter the blow though, he had instead bitten her shoulder as her body collided with his fangs, hoping to use her body to smack him down. Already she could feel the blood start to be released, thankfully not too much. The moment he had latched down on her skin she immediately did a body slam to hopefully have him let go, before savagely trying to shake him off with a powerful blow.

Leo · Post by **Leo** » 04-11-2009 00:45

She protidtid his movments, moving her body so he would bit into a less damaging arier. as his fangs sank into her flesh she begin totry and slam him into the ground, spotting this he instently let go and jumped back.

He spat the blood out onto the floor, he was not ready to lose it just yet, he wondered wether she knew about his blood rush. He was suprised at her skill, she wasnt no amicher after all, she moved well and thought quick. and that round had amounted to nothing more then a draw. that pissed eight off, but still he didnt show it, his face was blank lips down eyes as dull as ever.

"not bed for a breeder", he said in a icy voice.

he was standing read for her next move, his savage enjoyment had jumped when he had relised that she was a little challeng. this fight acherly might go some were.

SilverWolf92 · Post by **SilverWolf92** » 07-11-2009 20:51

i've recieved permission to have oasis kick butt against eight, seeing as eight will do the same to Oasis by my permission lol ))

Smirking, Oasis's plan had worked. She'd made him back off. Suits him well, she'd thought to herself then. She noticed he spat her blood onto the ground, and a bit of that ticked her off. What, she wasn't good enough or something? He couldn't handle her blood? What the fuck was wrong with this dick?

"Not bad for a breeder..."

Oasis's eyes widened. Her jaw almost seem to hang limp. Not bad for a breeder? Not bad, for a breeder!? Her fur suddenly began to bristle, her teeth grinding against eachother before she let out a howling roar.

'FOR A BREEDER!?" she screamed, before her claws made dents in the ground. "HOW DARE YOU!" she roared before coming at him. Her speed took off and she immediately found her fangs on his leg, pulling him down before swinging him across the floor. Her snarling began to grow more and more, her chest vibrating.

"Do you even fucking know who I am you dick?!" she snarled. She had never felt so insulted in her life. "I AM THE RED SHARK!" she roared. She attacked him again, hadn't even given Eight a chance to breathe as she came at him, raking and getting whatever she could, going on a madenned frenzy. This was more personal now, more intense. Oasis wasn't about to stop. She'd rip this male apart to the very bone if it was the last thing she'd do...

ur move B3 ))

Leo · Post by **Leo** » 09-11-2009 20:26

Eight was amused at her response to his comment, her rage was emens as her snarls sounded like a beast out of hell, like the goddess of death her self was snarling. He saw she was about to pounce and he spread his stance ready.

"bring it on bitch", he said simply.

He saw her leap fallowed and even thow he was at the top of his game, no one could be ready for that speed, it was almost so fast he didnt have a chance to move, he tryed but he didnt stand a chance to move, no one could dodge that. her fangs found his leg and pulled it away from under him then throw him throw the air using her momentom for a bost of strenght. Eight hit the ground bounced the next time he hit, he slid across the ruff ground, and hit the rock he had been laying on. he hit so hard that rock shards sprang away from the bolder as he hit it. blood made its way down his leg and the side of his face were he had it the bolder was bleeding badly.
Were had that come from, he thought but he knew, he had the same ablity to tap into a hidden strenght but he still wasnt ready yet, a part of him was enjoying this, the savage part of him liked the pain it was a venting made him feel better, after all he had been trained throw pain so to him saver beating was nothing new. He pulled him self and turn to look at Oasis, standing up as nothing had happened when in turth all could feel all the pain that ran throw his body.

The blood running down his face made him look demonic as his face was so blank but his eyes were sharper then befor a bit more alive.

"Do you even fucking know who I am you dick?!" she snarled. She had never felt so insulted in her life. "I AM THE RED SHARK!" she roared

Again she was to fast for him to dodge it but still he tryed and failed, this time she bit down on to his shoulder blades then again throw him aside, and before he had a chance to even come to a stop she came at him again headed butting him in the side so hard, his mouth gapped open for a second a flake of blood coming out. it sent him skidding across the earth again, he skided to a hult and just as he was getting to his paws he felt her steely fangs clamp on his back leg as she swong him around and into the air.
This time he laned on a old tree log that shattered sending splinters into the air. Eight rolled back onto his front panting, he had had his ass handed to him many times but never like this, no one had ever beaten him this easly. Again fangs grabbed his lower back and dragged him out of the destored log, as soon as he was free from it she let go then in a heart beat the fangs rapped around his head going for a crushing move that was eights main finisher. cheeky bitch he thought.
But this was a bad place to bed, he quickly rithed voilontly she lost her grip but in doing so it cut his face up badly. she quickly responed by bitting into his now vonrbal stomic as he was on his back. she quickly made her bit like a pro then yet again throw him throw the air, he hit the ground and rolled to a stop.

His body was hurting all over, he had been beaten for the first time, she had won. no one had ever beaten him "ever".
The red shark he had heared of her, she was the best female that graced the fighting rings, he had seen her fight once throw the bars of his cage, and he was sure he would have been forced to breed with her soon or later if he was still in the rings.

He layed on the cold earth as his mind and body he grouped it self, she hadnt finished him off yet, he wondered why. slowly at first he begain to move again.
He wasnt beaten yet, he had is hidden trump card, she had just used hers now it was his turn, with his ablity not to feel pain the same way others did, and his blood rush he would show her why he was the best.
Some wolves he had faced and killed, never understood how eight could take so much punishment and still get up and stand tall as if none of the wounds were even there, it was eights main strenght but also one of his biggest weaknesses, as his body would fale before he did, so he could serosly hurt him self, or it would give out on hiom completly.

He pulled his front up first, then pulled his back legs under him self, then pushed him self back up, he left his head low panting, then like out of no were, he pulled his tong in and turned to face her, head high ears up alert his eyes stronge and fuers, as if all of her attack before that had done nothing. His face was bleeding badly and his his body was slowly soaking in crimson and dripping down off of his fur, he looked almost like a half rotten demon.
"Its my turn, you will learn red shark why i was the best", he said carmly.

Oasis looked exsorsted her chest heaving, that was her weakness, she was all speed all aglitly, only thing with that was it was hard work to keep that kind of speed up, like the cheetah could sprint for blinding speeds but only for a cuple of seconds.

The blood that was comeing from the cuts on his face made its way to eights mouth and onto his tong, he let it coat it and felt the formuler felling as his hackleys rose up and his body started to shiver. He lowered his head gain letting the feeling spread throw his body, his heart rate jumped up and the adreninlin serg throw his system.
He snapped open his eyes and they were complety diffrent, crazed small and leathal.
He opened his mouth wide spreading his lips back and let out a fighting snarl, the blood dripping from his bottom jaw made the hole affect terfing.
He closed his mouth teeth still beared but now more of a demonic smile, he was now having fun, he hadnt had a life risking fight in a long time this would be a good fight.

"not so sure now are you", he said in a creepy voice quite unlike the one he had been using to that point, then with out warning his jumped for her.

( hope this was ok, and i thought you could replie up to that point or do what i did a bit and right what eight dose to her lol XD )

SilverWolf92 · Post by **SilverWolf92** » 14-11-2009 06:21

As Triple Eight had seemed to hit the sack, Oasis panted for breath. She'd never been this extreme in her life. What the hell happened? She was drawn to this fight. It was her drug, her toxin. She needed it. This was the rush that made her feel both alive and dead. She wouldn't admit it, but she felt like him. Felt like a walking dead wolf, just barely hanging due to will power alone. Oasis watched as Triple Eight began to move. The slightest movement made Oasis uneasy, and she stiffined with her ears perked straight on, her eyes never leaving his as he rose.

Triple Eight didn't say anything. Hell, he didn't even need to. It was written all over his bloody face. He was about to go into overdrive. Oasis felt a slight cringe build inside of her. Never before had she felt like this. Actually had an opponent that could deal the damage equal to her own power. It was both exciting and horrifying, to think that she could actually be harmed.

Triple Eight lifted his front leg from him, his back legs giving him support. He rose to his paws, head lying limp like it were about to fall as he panted. Oasis thought it was a staring match. Surprised, she noticed that Triple Eight had his tongue lagging, facing her before watching the blood drip from his face. It soaked him head down, and she noticed a bit of run on. 'Oh shit..' she thought. She knew what was about to happen.

"It's my turn, you will learn Red Shark why I was the best."

The calm words ripped her open, her fur already twitching, muscles tensing. The blood droplet splattered onto Triple Eight's tongue, and she suddenly watched the madness unfold.

A low rumble began to come from inside of Eight's chest, moving through his roughened throat before she could feel a dark sensation. From the ground beneath her, she could almost faintly hear the increase of his pulse, the beating of his heart quickening to limits even she had never obtained. His eyes snapped open, they were alive. Small, little beads of an assassin. Triple Eight opened his jaw wide, the snarl sounded like a mixture of a bear and a demon. She did not show any weakness, but Oasis could feel its pulse clutching her throat, leaving her speechless.

"Not so sure now are you." He said, before he lunged. Oasis snarled, her fur bristled. She had to obtain her trump card. It was her only hope. She let out a roar in response.

"I WILL DEFEAT YOU! MARK MY WORDS!" she snarled, before in a bold move she charged at him as well! The two of them smacked together as a ground shattering slamming noise hit. It sounded like twigs being broken by the very impact. The two fell down to the earth, but Oasis knew the moment she had said her words she would have to bite her tongue.

Triple Eight was stronger now, she could feel his muscles as they bulged from his body, his fur hiding how masculine he was. He was laughing, the son of a bitch. Laughing, and biting, and tearing, pulling. Oasis felt like she was going to become a rug. She had to get him off!

Oasis bit onto Eight's paw, and what sounded like a yelp came. Her hopes decreased though, when Eight laughed again, but this time he bit down right on top of her head! She could feel teeth coming so close to her skull. In a desperate move she entangled her backlegs with his before sending him sprawling on the floor, both of them lying side by side. In a drastic attempt she scrambled to her paws before trying to get a good distance. She ran, ran and thought. What the hell was she going to do!?

Without any time to think, she saw out of the corner of her eye Triple Eight. He was coming for her. She snarled. She couldn't be running! SHE HAD TO FIGHT. It was who she was, she was programmed this way. She turned around and faced him again. Already she felt a headache forming, the bite wounds on her head would probably leave a mark if not a bruise. Scratches were put all over her, tufts of fur were pulled so bad that red began to become her main fur color.

She faced Triple Eight to the best of her ability, but he out ranked her in strength. She had strength, but not like his. She had speed not like his own, but that wouldn't save her now. He had matched her speed. Triple Eight continued his massacre. He pulled her down, holding her by the back of her scruff before trying to dislocate a limb, a shoulder blade, wrist, paw, nose, anything he could grab. Oasis let out small yelps, before snarling. She fought back. She managed to get a jab at him, tearing at him for a few moments before she was pulled away (but with succession of taking out fur pieces).

The multiple scar wounds were beginning to weaken her now. She was losing it, starting to have vision loss. Her blood pressure seemed to decrease. She couldn't hold him off for long. She was on her last limbs. This fight was something she thought she would never experience...

Triple Eight had done the damage. He'd mangled her decrepped body even further. Damned son of a bitch, she'd make him pay one day.. He threw her down multiple times, inflicted bite marks and slashing cuts that wouldn't heal for days. Now it started to creep up on her. 'Fuck..' she thought. 'If I don't come up with something.. I'm dead.' She panted, her tongue lolling as saliva moistened the ground. She had managed to escape from Triple Eight's grasp, who seemed to be standing opposite of her; staring. He must have been giving her the death stare, the grin was as wide as a watermelon. He was going to deal a final blow.

This was it. It was now or never. Oasis growled as she stared at him. Damn him, damn him to hell! She only had one choice. She'd go for it.. The brand.. for everyone, the physical scars they put on warriors was gruesome. The branding was their weakness. She had to go for it.. that was her only chance.

"You don't look well, Red Shark." Triple Eight seemed to taunt. "I'll put you out of your misery. Say Hello to Satan for me." he said, before he came at her with blinding speed. Oasis snarled. "It is you who will be visiting Satan today!" she roared before charging forward on split pawprints. She felt a power surge fill her body as her speed increased and she met him head on. He aimed for her throat. She aimed for his brand. The two struck.

Oasis found her teeth sinking into the old brand, she could already smell the disgusting stench of yellow drainage, mixed with her own blood. He had just missed her neck, but his teeth sank deep into her shoulder blade. She held on for as long as she could before letting go, and dropping to the floor. She could hardly believe this fight. Her jaw was half open as her eyes stared at the bloodied ground beneath her. "Fuck.." she murmured. "I'll get you.." she said quietly. "You will be DEAD." she seethed, before her eyes shut, and she lay there bloody and once again on death's row.

(( i did eight justice, but also managed to have them tie in the end o-o;; was that okay?? ))