Eight hadnt had a fight like this since he left the fighting ring, ever moved he loved, ever bit of pain his dished made him more exsited more crazyed. every bit of pain he felt gave him focuse brought him back. Normale he wouldnt laugh like this but this was diffrent he was loving this battle.
As she Bit onto his paw he couldnt help him self but laugh out.
"Come on Red shark your not out already", soon as he finished the scentens his face change to a snarl of rage as he flashed down and clamped her head in his jaws, he would finisher like he had many others but she was crafty and took his legs out from under him. again the moved at speed then came back into the fighters dance, but he was now on top. He throw her around like a rag doll not stopping but she never stopped fighting, she landed many hard crule blows. eights mind was past it now thow, it was all fight all bit, no pain.
Eight throw her down and stopped, she hit the floor and layed there panting chest heaving. He watched her, she was an equile to him self, he had only found 666 before this to be worth a good fight, and now he had found her. his blood soaked mind was so exsited about winning a fight of this calber. she was the beauteful angle of the Goddess of death, and eight was the Demon of the goddess of death, this was a fight that must be finished.
The exsitment rippled throw him and a sinister smile spread across his face, this was it do or die.
""You don't look well, Red Shark." "I'll put you out of your misery. Say Hello to Satan for me." He went for her, and to his joy she came up to meet him. As he went for her throat she went throw and hit his brand. Pain shot throw his body and destored his pain barrer.
"AAAGGGGHHHH".
He sank his fangs into her shoulder blades, using her as a bitting block for the pain wile she sank her own jaws into his brand. When she finaley let go he staggered back away from her, his branded leg held up to his body.
dam her she had taken his victory away from him, it was clear why she was a champ like him self. i fighter till the finle breath. He could slowly feel the blood rush drain out of him and his mind coming back to normal. and with it the pain came back not just from his brand but all over.
He sat down heavly panting blood still dripping from his body.
"I dont thing so.....", he said to her.
"there is more to you then meets the eye, red shark im inpressed", he said giving some respect were respect is due.
As he watch her a scent reached his nose a scent that sent his hackels up. Humans, he turned in the dirction were the smell was coming from his ears twiching.
Come on, the sounds were coming from over here".
That was human speach, Eight glanced at Oasis, they must of heard them fighting, or that dog he had killed was one of them and they were tracking him and heard the fight. in the state Oasis and eight would struggle to fend them off, but the main thing that made eight cring was the ider of him self or Oasis being killed or cort by such slime. He would alow ither of them to be killed by them, his pride would not allow it. with out saying a word he moved back into the bushes leaving Oasis in the clearing alone.
The humans walked into the clearing carrying there rifles, with there tame wolves at there heels.
"what the hell happened here", one man said looking around.
He walked out to oasis making sure not to get to close.
"who she is alive, and a big strong bitch at that, fixed up she make a good fighter.....hang on", another man said looking at her closer. he spotted her wings carved into her back.
"hole shit this is red shark", he stammered. the other men all oood and smiled evily. what a find a true champ and she was weak so catching her would be a brezz. The wolves with them had other iders some knew who she was others just like the look of her.
"oooo a fresh bitch nice nice", "cant wait to tie that bitch".
Eights eyes flashed honorless cowerds.
"looks like the boys like her", one of the men laughed pointing at them.
"so what happened here she must of had a fight with zack?".
"i didnt no he was that good".
"Shit he wasnt cheak this out", one said looking into the trench were the ants were still enjoying there massive feast.
"ooo fuck nasty way to go".
"meh who gives a shit"
One man was moving fallowed to grab Oasis from beind so she could get at him. This was it eights blood had been rising again, the blood was still flowing over his toung, and just seeing humans was enuf for his rush to come serging back, the pain once again was fadding.
Just as the humans hand was going to Tuch Oasis fur Eight jumped out of the bushes with a hellsih snarl. he bit into the humans arm and tore it off completly. The wolves jumped back along with the masters.
"YOU ARE ALL DEAD", he growled.
"shit that triple eight, that who she was fighting, fuck we got to get them both", one guy called. Eight bent down and broke the humans neck who was screaming on the ground.
A wissle blow and the wolves jumped for eight and Eight jumped at them, like with wissle had been the bell.
He tore throw them, one by one. Slamming them into the ground so hard that there bodys colpasped as they hit. flanks were torn open, throats reduced to shreads, heads made into nothing but gore or taken from the body completly. Eight took on human wolf alike leaving none.
"THE LIKES OF YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER, SHE IS MY PRAY, ONLY CHAMPIONS AND KILL OTHER CHAMPIONS, SHE IS MINE" he roared out as he frought.
He bleved it to the bone, he wouldnt let Oasis to be killed by such low life scum, he respected her stright she deserved a honorbal death.
His body was starting to Faile Eight before he relised it, he was slowing down his mind was over riding the pain so much he could feel his body start to give. the other wolves were starting to land more and more blows.
Eight was standing above another dead wolf looking like a zombie lumbs of flesh hanging from his body, mucles clearly visbal on his legs but he still walked on them like there was nothing there. One wolf bit into his back another into his flank and another and another. they were pinning him trying to drag him down. a sudden flash back hit him. it was the ending to the last fight he had been in that had nilly killed him. images of Li, raven, and the others came back to him.
"HAVE YOU NO HONOR", he screamed out ramdomly.
He twisted back grabbed a wolf pulled him off of him self lifted him into the air as if he was a pup and throw him into the dirt braking his back. then he grabbed another wolf and draged him off. but ever time he killed one another one jumped on him taking its place. "YOU WONT BEAT ME NOT AGAIN, YOU WONT HURT ANY ONE EALS, I WILL KILL YOU, GIVE YOU TO DEATH", he roared almost histreicly.
But they were winning they were dragging him down slowly. and eight was starting to stop fighting, just standing there moving slower and slower, his attacks were still just as strong but they were slower. his body was slowing right down now. Suddenly a wolf sank its fangs into Eights throat bitting down about to tear, just like before.
"SLIME, SHIT, DIRT, DOGS ........LLLLIIIIII RRRAAAVVVEEEENNNN".
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The scream that Triple Eight produced made Oasis smile as his blood dripped through her fangs, coating them with the thick red liquid. The copper taste was sweet and sour, a flavor that Oasis had truly never gotten used to. “How does that feel… bastard…” she murmured to herself, too tired to throw anymore mocking comments as she had finally hit the ground. Her vision was becoming impaired as she breathed irregularly. Oasis could hardly believe the fight had ended this way. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and she hadn’t come out on top. She hadn’t come out on the bother, either, but she hated having a stand still. A tie was a tie, however, and at least for her it was not a loss. If it were a loss, this would be the very first time she had ever lost a battle.
As Eight said he did not think she could kill him, she seemed to sneer as her lips quivered as she tried to give a smile. “Oh… you think… but you don’t know, now do you..” she said softly, her voice was barely audible. She felt like she wanted to go into a deep slumber she was so exhausted. Impressed, was he? Well, she had to agree with him there. She normally impressed a lot of guys. She had to admit though; she was pretty impressed with him too. Oasis was disappointed however that she didn’t have a chance to take away any dignity… “You’re better than I thought too.” She said quietly, before she finally stopped talking completely. She closed her eyes, and started to fade as the audibility around her sounded more and more away. She felt like she was underwater.
The voices already made Oasis’s eyes open wide. It was an all too familiar speech, one that belonged to the race she loathed. Instantly Oasis began to snarl, her throat vibrated as she felt like the pebbles beneath her pelt were ricocheting against her chest. She could barely lift her head, but her ears were pressed to the back of her skull as her eyes narrowed. Her back was to Eight, but she could feel his growing hatred too.
Oasis’s snarl made the men take a step back. To talk about her when she was lying there, it was rude and she was already going to kill them. She tried to move, but her body would not allow anything. She was in shut down mode. How dare these humans mock her. They knew who she was, but now that she was vulnerable, they spat and they laughed at her. Damned sons of a bitches… Her eyes were small, and she almost foamed at the mouth before her eyes darted to the humans companions. Male… Fuck, Oasis was in trouble. She snarled in protest as a human hand was reaching for her, about to take away her freedom. The freedom she had deserved… For a second, Oasis had actually given up on her freedom. Maybe she would be a slave for the rest of her life. Maybe that was her destiny in the end. Maybe when she would return with them to the arena she would bite her tongue, and drown in her own blood… It would be a fitting death for a genuine, legendary fighter, right? Die by her own fangs, not someone else’s. Suddenly, the sounds of Triple Eight’s snarl filled the air, and Oasis’s eyes snapped open. He was… saving her? Why?
Oasis struggled to see what was going on. In the distance she heard snarls, rips, tears, and spurts of blood. Triple Eight was fighting for her? Fighting because she was considered ‘his prey’? Champions killed champions, well that sounded naturally stupid. What, she was a prize now? Damn it, how’d she end up in a freaking mix up like this one? She could hear Triple Eight’s beastly roars while wolves one by one met their deaths, but there were too many to count, and because of their previous fight, Oasis knew that Eight would not be able to last long enough. As the fight was taking place a bit away from her location, Oasis knew she had to get up. She grinded her gears together in her brain to her legs, already feeling them creak and moan from beneath her frame. Snarling quietly, Oasis struggled to get up as fast as she could, her paws felt like they were about to fall off. She stopped complaining now, before she was completely standing. It took her a few moments to move, and even her movement had been sluggish. ‘Damn it…’ she thought. She turned to see Eight versus the other wolves. Limping, she began to make her way over to the battle.
Oasis heard the faint roars of a name. Raven, Li. Who they were, she wondered. His cry though was drowned when something firm seemed to grasp onto him. Her vision was still blurred, but as she made her focus she was, in time, able to see the wolf grab Eight’s neck, but to her surprise, it was not Triple Eight this wolf was strangling, but her brother. “Kein.” She whispered underneath her breath. Her limp became stronger, and she suddenly picked up speed. She headed straight towards the wolf that was suffocating her brother. Instantly she lunged, jaws open and fangs wide. A snarl came before a sound so loud came through. Oasis had bitten down on the wolf’s head, her teeth sinking into flesh and cracking the skull as the jaw of the wolf that held Eight captive let go with such ease as the body crumpled beneath the dead wolf. Oasis shook herself free of the flesh before licking her lips, giving a glance to Kein, before realizing she had just saved Triple Eight. Staring at the other wolves, it was her turn now to defend the one whom she had fought with moments ago.
Oasis let out a terrible roar that spooked some. They knew the story of this wolf, hell, some of them even mentioned they had fought with Oasis’s children and lived! One of them came at her, and she instantly dove underneath before tearing into the stomach, compartments of intestines spilling the floor before the body went limp, lying on top of the other one. She took the intestines in her mouth before throwing them at her next victim, who immediately freaked before being killed on the spot, too distracted before to realize their end was coming. A few humans were shocked. She was still able to fight? Shit! One of them loaded their rifles, took aim, and fired. Oasis heard the bullet, and immediately she used one of the hunter’s wolves as a shield. It was shot, straight through the heart, and died. Oasis grabbed the body, and started to come forward with quick speed, running at the hunter. He aimed again, fired, but each shot hit his companion. Before he knew it, the wolf hit his friend before he died. A few more bullets came her way, and she skillfully dodged them before smashing another human’s head to the floor, while another one was attacked from the waist down, pulled under before being mutated by Oasis’s claws and fangs. She heard another few bullets coming her way, before dashing away as best she could. One of them past her back leg, a cut already was made and it stung like hell. Snarling, she’d made sure that human pay by taking away his face, ripping the skin completely while her claws dug into his windpipe. She spit the mask aside before staring at the remaining three humans, who in turn began to run, calling their wolves back too.
Oasis snarled, watching them start to flee. She chased after them, killing off a few more as only a couple wolves were able to make it back with their masters. A total of ten figures ran in the distance; three men and seven wolves. Panting and out of breath, she finally let them all go before turning to see Triple Eight lying there, panting himself as his chest heaved slowly. He looked like he was about to lose consciousness. Sneering for a moment, Oasis shook her head before turning around and limping away. She had to get out of this place. She needed to find safety. Letting anyone go could mean that they could come back, and she never wanted to be captured again. She glanced over her shoulder. He was still lying there, but his figure was beginning to shrink the more she kept advancing to her escape. Something though was troubling her. She wanted to leave, but somehow she felt hesitant to leave him as well. Growling to herself, she looked back at the speck of Triple Eight, chest still heaving; slowly. He looked out cold… Contemplating, Oasis snarled while pacing. It wasn’t like her to rethink things, ever. She looked over to him then. He’d protected her… She still didn’t know why, other than it was because they shared a bond from where they both came from. Knowing she would regret it, Oasis started her way back to Triple Eight.
Managing to reach him, after it took a few times not to turn tail and forget, she finally stood over his mangled body. He was out cold, it looked like. Growling, she glanced from side to side. Then, a thought came to her mind. ’If I just kill him here it’ll end his suffering… and I can move on…’ It only took one move, one swift movement from her jaws to his already raw neck… She bent down, her fangs bared and lips curled. Quivering, she finally decided what to do. In a quick moment, she picked him up from the scruff before throwing him over her. “You owe me one…” she murmured quietly. They both had to get out of there. It was free game if the humans and their dogs came back… And Oasis didn’t want to face them. Not now, anyways.
As Eight said he did not think she could kill him, she seemed to sneer as her lips quivered as she tried to give a smile. “Oh… you think… but you don’t know, now do you..” she said softly, her voice was barely audible. She felt like she wanted to go into a deep slumber she was so exhausted. Impressed, was he? Well, she had to agree with him there. She normally impressed a lot of guys. She had to admit though; she was pretty impressed with him too. Oasis was disappointed however that she didn’t have a chance to take away any dignity… “You’re better than I thought too.” She said quietly, before she finally stopped talking completely. She closed her eyes, and started to fade as the audibility around her sounded more and more away. She felt like she was underwater.
The voices already made Oasis’s eyes open wide. It was an all too familiar speech, one that belonged to the race she loathed. Instantly Oasis began to snarl, her throat vibrated as she felt like the pebbles beneath her pelt were ricocheting against her chest. She could barely lift her head, but her ears were pressed to the back of her skull as her eyes narrowed. Her back was to Eight, but she could feel his growing hatred too.
Oasis’s snarl made the men take a step back. To talk about her when she was lying there, it was rude and she was already going to kill them. She tried to move, but her body would not allow anything. She was in shut down mode. How dare these humans mock her. They knew who she was, but now that she was vulnerable, they spat and they laughed at her. Damned sons of a bitches… Her eyes were small, and she almost foamed at the mouth before her eyes darted to the humans companions. Male… Fuck, Oasis was in trouble. She snarled in protest as a human hand was reaching for her, about to take away her freedom. The freedom she had deserved… For a second, Oasis had actually given up on her freedom. Maybe she would be a slave for the rest of her life. Maybe that was her destiny in the end. Maybe when she would return with them to the arena she would bite her tongue, and drown in her own blood… It would be a fitting death for a genuine, legendary fighter, right? Die by her own fangs, not someone else’s. Suddenly, the sounds of Triple Eight’s snarl filled the air, and Oasis’s eyes snapped open. He was… saving her? Why?
Oasis struggled to see what was going on. In the distance she heard snarls, rips, tears, and spurts of blood. Triple Eight was fighting for her? Fighting because she was considered ‘his prey’? Champions killed champions, well that sounded naturally stupid. What, she was a prize now? Damn it, how’d she end up in a freaking mix up like this one? She could hear Triple Eight’s beastly roars while wolves one by one met their deaths, but there were too many to count, and because of their previous fight, Oasis knew that Eight would not be able to last long enough. As the fight was taking place a bit away from her location, Oasis knew she had to get up. She grinded her gears together in her brain to her legs, already feeling them creak and moan from beneath her frame. Snarling quietly, Oasis struggled to get up as fast as she could, her paws felt like they were about to fall off. She stopped complaining now, before she was completely standing. It took her a few moments to move, and even her movement had been sluggish. ‘Damn it…’ she thought. She turned to see Eight versus the other wolves. Limping, she began to make her way over to the battle.
Oasis heard the faint roars of a name. Raven, Li. Who they were, she wondered. His cry though was drowned when something firm seemed to grasp onto him. Her vision was still blurred, but as she made her focus she was, in time, able to see the wolf grab Eight’s neck, but to her surprise, it was not Triple Eight this wolf was strangling, but her brother. “Kein.” She whispered underneath her breath. Her limp became stronger, and she suddenly picked up speed. She headed straight towards the wolf that was suffocating her brother. Instantly she lunged, jaws open and fangs wide. A snarl came before a sound so loud came through. Oasis had bitten down on the wolf’s head, her teeth sinking into flesh and cracking the skull as the jaw of the wolf that held Eight captive let go with such ease as the body crumpled beneath the dead wolf. Oasis shook herself free of the flesh before licking her lips, giving a glance to Kein, before realizing she had just saved Triple Eight. Staring at the other wolves, it was her turn now to defend the one whom she had fought with moments ago.
Oasis let out a terrible roar that spooked some. They knew the story of this wolf, hell, some of them even mentioned they had fought with Oasis’s children and lived! One of them came at her, and she instantly dove underneath before tearing into the stomach, compartments of intestines spilling the floor before the body went limp, lying on top of the other one. She took the intestines in her mouth before throwing them at her next victim, who immediately freaked before being killed on the spot, too distracted before to realize their end was coming. A few humans were shocked. She was still able to fight? Shit! One of them loaded their rifles, took aim, and fired. Oasis heard the bullet, and immediately she used one of the hunter’s wolves as a shield. It was shot, straight through the heart, and died. Oasis grabbed the body, and started to come forward with quick speed, running at the hunter. He aimed again, fired, but each shot hit his companion. Before he knew it, the wolf hit his friend before he died. A few more bullets came her way, and she skillfully dodged them before smashing another human’s head to the floor, while another one was attacked from the waist down, pulled under before being mutated by Oasis’s claws and fangs. She heard another few bullets coming her way, before dashing away as best she could. One of them past her back leg, a cut already was made and it stung like hell. Snarling, she’d made sure that human pay by taking away his face, ripping the skin completely while her claws dug into his windpipe. She spit the mask aside before staring at the remaining three humans, who in turn began to run, calling their wolves back too.
Oasis snarled, watching them start to flee. She chased after them, killing off a few more as only a couple wolves were able to make it back with their masters. A total of ten figures ran in the distance; three men and seven wolves. Panting and out of breath, she finally let them all go before turning to see Triple Eight lying there, panting himself as his chest heaved slowly. He looked like he was about to lose consciousness. Sneering for a moment, Oasis shook her head before turning around and limping away. She had to get out of this place. She needed to find safety. Letting anyone go could mean that they could come back, and she never wanted to be captured again. She glanced over her shoulder. He was still lying there, but his figure was beginning to shrink the more she kept advancing to her escape. Something though was troubling her. She wanted to leave, but somehow she felt hesitant to leave him as well. Growling to herself, she looked back at the speck of Triple Eight, chest still heaving; slowly. He looked out cold… Contemplating, Oasis snarled while pacing. It wasn’t like her to rethink things, ever. She looked over to him then. He’d protected her… She still didn’t know why, other than it was because they shared a bond from where they both came from. Knowing she would regret it, Oasis started her way back to Triple Eight.
Managing to reach him, after it took a few times not to turn tail and forget, she finally stood over his mangled body. He was out cold, it looked like. Growling, she glanced from side to side. Then, a thought came to her mind. ’If I just kill him here it’ll end his suffering… and I can move on…’ It only took one move, one swift movement from her jaws to his already raw neck… She bent down, her fangs bared and lips curled. Quivering, she finally decided what to do. In a quick moment, she picked him up from the scruff before throwing him over her. “You owe me one…” she murmured quietly. They both had to get out of there. It was free game if the humans and their dogs came back… And Oasis didn’t want to face them. Not now, anyways.
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As a the wolf started crushing eights neck, he gagged. "not again".
Then suddenly the wolf was torn away, as Oasis had finly gotten back up. As soon as the wolves let go of him, he fell to the floor panting hard. He watched as Oasis as she had her way with each of them. showing them no corter, no merssy. He even enjoyed watching her fight, to watch a ace was always exsiting for eight. He tensed ever time she was about to bite into her foe, then when she did he would grit his own teeth, willing her to bit down hard.
But as he watched his exston and blood loss was starting to get the better of him, the eages of his vision started to burr out. He saw Oasis start to walk away from him leaving him there. Spinless, he had just saved her life and she would leave a fellow worriar to die a honorless death. He snarled.
"have you no honor....HAVE YOU NO HONOR".
After that he fell to the floor sleep taking away to a empty dark place in his mind. He could feel him self being carried vagly but his body couldnt put it all together any longer.
Then suddenly the wolf was torn away, as Oasis had finly gotten back up. As soon as the wolves let go of him, he fell to the floor panting hard. He watched as Oasis as she had her way with each of them. showing them no corter, no merssy. He even enjoyed watching her fight, to watch a ace was always exsiting for eight. He tensed ever time she was about to bite into her foe, then when she did he would grit his own teeth, willing her to bit down hard.
But as he watched his exston and blood loss was starting to get the better of him, the eages of his vision started to burr out. He saw Oasis start to walk away from him leaving him there. Spinless, he had just saved her life and she would leave a fellow worriar to die a honorless death. He snarled.
"have you no honor....HAVE YOU NO HONOR".
After that he fell to the floor sleep taking away to a empty dark place in his mind. He could feel him self being carried vagly but his body couldnt put it all together any longer.
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The mountains were covered in a sheet of a gray cloud above, before rain fell heavily onto the lands. Growling, Oasis made her way like a slug across mud. Her paws hurt like hell, her body ached, and worst, she was carrying this loser across her back like he was her prize. A few times he had slipped and dropped on the ground, and to Oasis's anger she managed to put him back on every time. The rain came down on them, soaking their coats wet while the mist mixed in with the blood, running down their pelts and mixing with the brown dirt below. Well, Oasis thought. At least this would put an end to any tracking. The rain washed away scent and trails.
Limping slowly, Oasis scanned the landscape. 'Shit...' she thought. 'Where's a cave or something when you need one...' Oasis sighed. She was tired. She wanted to be one with everything now. Going up a slope wasn't the best thing for her right now. As she dragged herself along, she heard a small thud before looking behind her. There Triple Eight lay, his body bedraggled and unconcious. Sighing, Oasis growled before grabbing him by the back leg, draging him alog the mud. He was out cold now, it didn't matter. Plus, Oasis thought this was easier than on her back. Another thing, she didn't care for anything about this male, so why did she even bother putting him on her back in the first place?
Dragging Triple Eight along however wasn't her smartest idea. She thought it'd be easier, but it still was extra weight. At this rate, Oasis wasn't going to win. Huffing, she made it to a flat area and glanced back. The bitter ground below was long gone... Looking around, the rain clouds were moving south, away from where Oasis and Eight were now. Relieved, she let out a heaving breath before lying there on the ground, Triple Eight lying beside her in a rather awkward backside position.
Breathing heavily in and out, Oasis looked to the sky, and then to him. Her eyes narrowed. "You got lucky... I was here..." she muttered bitterly, before closing hey eyes. Rest was indeed, a neccessity now.
Limping slowly, Oasis scanned the landscape. 'Shit...' she thought. 'Where's a cave or something when you need one...' Oasis sighed. She was tired. She wanted to be one with everything now. Going up a slope wasn't the best thing for her right now. As she dragged herself along, she heard a small thud before looking behind her. There Triple Eight lay, his body bedraggled and unconcious. Sighing, Oasis growled before grabbing him by the back leg, draging him alog the mud. He was out cold now, it didn't matter. Plus, Oasis thought this was easier than on her back. Another thing, she didn't care for anything about this male, so why did she even bother putting him on her back in the first place?
Dragging Triple Eight along however wasn't her smartest idea. She thought it'd be easier, but it still was extra weight. At this rate, Oasis wasn't going to win. Huffing, she made it to a flat area and glanced back. The bitter ground below was long gone... Looking around, the rain clouds were moving south, away from where Oasis and Eight were now. Relieved, she let out a heaving breath before lying there on the ground, Triple Eight lying beside her in a rather awkward backside position.
Breathing heavily in and out, Oasis looked to the sky, and then to him. Her eyes narrowed. "You got lucky... I was here..." she muttered bitterly, before closing hey eyes. Rest was indeed, a neccessity now.
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Reality was slowly coming back to the black wolf, his wounds were hurting, his fur was wet throw and cold. He opened his cold dull moon eyes, with the scars that traviled over them like the paths to many great stories and battles that were eached into his body.
Eight didnt move for a moment, just laided there looking around. he had moved, were was the wolves, he could smell Red shark still around she must have gotten rid of the rest and dragged him off.
He lifted his head off the mud and looked up at the fast moving clouds, he pushed him self to his paws, his legs shaking with the effort, his wounds were deep and now dirty with mud. his face reamined blank not showing any of the pain. He looked up to the skys closing his eyes, his past had flashed infront of his eyes, wile he ahd been dancing the dance of death, he had been back at the massica and it hurt him, more then any of the bit and tears over his body even his throat.
After a moment he looked down at Oasis, that was laying in the mud, she had done a lot for him, but so had he. he could of walked off and left her to her fate. so in his books they were even.
"you fight good, just like the rumors said, you dont disapoint", he said his voice unreadabal. He shock his fur off trying to get rid of the mud which he did quite well, he ignored the sudden scream of angony it corsed.
He started to lick his wounds cleaning the mud out of them, if left it would get nasty by the next day.
The images were still firing around his mind, which made him quititer then he normaly would normal be it all hurt to much mently. he had seen his old friends and family die again. none of this should on his face as he licked his wounds clean.
Eight didnt move for a moment, just laided there looking around. he had moved, were was the wolves, he could smell Red shark still around she must have gotten rid of the rest and dragged him off.
He lifted his head off the mud and looked up at the fast moving clouds, he pushed him self to his paws, his legs shaking with the effort, his wounds were deep and now dirty with mud. his face reamined blank not showing any of the pain. He looked up to the skys closing his eyes, his past had flashed infront of his eyes, wile he ahd been dancing the dance of death, he had been back at the massica and it hurt him, more then any of the bit and tears over his body even his throat.
After a moment he looked down at Oasis, that was laying in the mud, she had done a lot for him, but so had he. he could of walked off and left her to her fate. so in his books they were even.
"you fight good, just like the rumors said, you dont disapoint", he said his voice unreadabal. He shock his fur off trying to get rid of the mud which he did quite well, he ignored the sudden scream of angony it corsed.
He started to lick his wounds cleaning the mud out of them, if left it would get nasty by the next day.
The images were still firing around his mind, which made him quititer then he normaly would normal be it all hurt to much mently. he had seen his old friends and family die again. none of this should on his face as he licked his wounds clean.
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Oasis couldn't rally hear anything. Her bones cracked, muscles ached, head felt like it was on fire. Actually, everything felt like she was burning. Even the rain didn't cool down her body. The scars turned more to a blister like feeling, and she just wanted to rid it all. Even in her sleeping though, she still kept alert. She faded from sleep to reality, ears perked at everything that moved. She heard the low rumbling of thunder far away as the rain had finally stopped. A few times she heard rustling from the wind, but other than that, they were safe, and free.
Finally ready and willing to sleep, Oasis's train of thought was run off as Triple Eight must have come to. The male's voice almost startled her, but thankfully she'd easily heard his heavy breaths before hand. That, and his sluggish movements. She could almost see his legs trembling under his weight. Why had he gotten up in the first place? They were in no condition to be moving at all. She opened her eyes wearily, and turned her sore neck to face him. He looked like he just came from hell all right. She figured she did as well. He was a mass of brown, red, and jet black fur, all mixed in one mess.
"You fight good, just like the rumors said, you don't disappoint."
Oasis growled lighty, watching as Eight tried to remove the mud, while in the process flung some her way. "Hey, watch it." she snapped at him. "I may be tired.. but I don't want mud flung at me." she growled bitterly. "And no 'ffence, but if that was suppose to be a compliment, why don't you come up with somethin' better to offer huh? We all already know how good I am, and how good you are." she mentioned quietly.
Muttering a bit more to herself as Triple Eigt started to lick his wounds, she managed to get up. "Don't you think maybe we should find a water source...?" she commented. "Let's face it. We look pretty shitty, and I'm bettin' that if we keep lickin' up the mud and guts we'll either puke or get an infection." Getting onto her paws now was harder than she thought. When she finally made it up, she felt so old that she could have sworn her back cracked. "I say we find somewhere to wash up instead of doing it ourselves. Besides, the mud'll be a good cover for our wounds until we find somethin..." she said quietly. She glared at him for a few moments. She spoke her words, and she wasn't going to wait. She aleady started off at a slug race pace.
Finally ready and willing to sleep, Oasis's train of thought was run off as Triple Eight must have come to. The male's voice almost startled her, but thankfully she'd easily heard his heavy breaths before hand. That, and his sluggish movements. She could almost see his legs trembling under his weight. Why had he gotten up in the first place? They were in no condition to be moving at all. She opened her eyes wearily, and turned her sore neck to face him. He looked like he just came from hell all right. She figured she did as well. He was a mass of brown, red, and jet black fur, all mixed in one mess.
"You fight good, just like the rumors said, you don't disappoint."
Oasis growled lighty, watching as Eight tried to remove the mud, while in the process flung some her way. "Hey, watch it." she snapped at him. "I may be tired.. but I don't want mud flung at me." she growled bitterly. "And no 'ffence, but if that was suppose to be a compliment, why don't you come up with somethin' better to offer huh? We all already know how good I am, and how good you are." she mentioned quietly.
Muttering a bit more to herself as Triple Eigt started to lick his wounds, she managed to get up. "Don't you think maybe we should find a water source...?" she commented. "Let's face it. We look pretty shitty, and I'm bettin' that if we keep lickin' up the mud and guts we'll either puke or get an infection." Getting onto her paws now was harder than she thought. When she finally made it up, she felt so old that she could have sworn her back cracked. "I say we find somewhere to wash up instead of doing it ourselves. Besides, the mud'll be a good cover for our wounds until we find somethin..." she said quietly. She glared at him for a few moments. She spoke her words, and she wasn't going to wait. She aleady started off at a slug race pace.
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"I may be tired.. but I don't want mud flung at me." she growled bitterly. "And no 'ffence, but if that was suppose to be a compliment, why don't you come up with somethin' better to offer huh? We all already know how good I am, and how good you are."
He raised a eye brow at her. she was already covered and why would she care, and she thought it was a complment what a fool, eight didnt complment lightly and if he did it was to a friend, it was a stament a fact and nothing more. but one thing was strange that eight noticed, this wolf could stier a emosional respons from him, like the raise of the eye brow, any other would get nothing. maybe it was the fact that she was a fighter like him.
"dont flatter your self, Oasis", he said simply.
"Don't you think maybe we should find a water source...?" she commented. "Let's face it. We look pretty shitty, and I'm bettin' that if we keep lickin' up the mud and guts we'll either puke or get an infection."
Eight spat the mud and blood to the floor, more to make a statment then any thing. he wasnt planning to eat it if that what she was thinking, and he didnt need another blood rush again not in this state.
"Not really, im not planning to swallow it", he said simply again.
"and to be honost my looks are not really a concern, im a scared covered peace wolf, looks have never been a problem, and my sliver will clean my wounds better then any stream will", he contined to lick his wounds after that making sure to make his brand clear.
"I say we find somewhere to wash up instead of doing it ourselves. Besides, the mud'll be a good cover for our wounds until we find somethin..."
"the longer you leave it on the more likly you are to get a infection, if you really have a problem with it get it off as quick as you can, then go and find you self some water to get the rest off, and i dout any other wolf is foolish enuf to attack two wolves awere size and apprence just because some wounds, let them look let them see, if there dum enuf to try then theu will die", he said as he watch her head off.
He spat another mouth full of mud and blood to the ground, he was already looking cleaner, but he saw Oasis moving slowly away, and noticed that she didnt have his pain tolrence, well no one he had met did, it made him smile inwards, thow it was a weakness which he knew he did love his ablity. He got up and walked after her, feeling that he had gotten enuf off to be safe, and getting the rest off would be nice.
His walk was more or less unafected by his wounds, even thow the pain corsed throw him, only a very slight limp on his branded leg was noticeable.
He raised a eye brow at her. she was already covered and why would she care, and she thought it was a complment what a fool, eight didnt complment lightly and if he did it was to a friend, it was a stament a fact and nothing more. but one thing was strange that eight noticed, this wolf could stier a emosional respons from him, like the raise of the eye brow, any other would get nothing. maybe it was the fact that she was a fighter like him.
"dont flatter your self, Oasis", he said simply.
"Don't you think maybe we should find a water source...?" she commented. "Let's face it. We look pretty shitty, and I'm bettin' that if we keep lickin' up the mud and guts we'll either puke or get an infection."
Eight spat the mud and blood to the floor, more to make a statment then any thing. he wasnt planning to eat it if that what she was thinking, and he didnt need another blood rush again not in this state.
"Not really, im not planning to swallow it", he said simply again.
"and to be honost my looks are not really a concern, im a scared covered peace wolf, looks have never been a problem, and my sliver will clean my wounds better then any stream will", he contined to lick his wounds after that making sure to make his brand clear.
"I say we find somewhere to wash up instead of doing it ourselves. Besides, the mud'll be a good cover for our wounds until we find somethin..."
"the longer you leave it on the more likly you are to get a infection, if you really have a problem with it get it off as quick as you can, then go and find you self some water to get the rest off, and i dout any other wolf is foolish enuf to attack two wolves awere size and apprence just because some wounds, let them look let them see, if there dum enuf to try then theu will die", he said as he watch her head off.
He spat another mouth full of mud and blood to the ground, he was already looking cleaner, but he saw Oasis moving slowly away, and noticed that she didnt have his pain tolrence, well no one he had met did, it made him smile inwards, thow it was a weakness which he knew he did love his ablity. He got up and walked after her, feeling that he had gotten enuf off to be safe, and getting the rest off would be nice.
His walk was more or less unafected by his wounds, even thow the pain corsed throw him, only a very slight limp on his branded leg was noticeable.
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"Don't flatter yourself, Oasis."
"Heh. Why shouldn't I?" she spat back. "After all, I saved your ass back there didnt I? coulda left you for dead." she murmured softly. "If anything I shouldat least get some thanks." she snapped at him angrily. Personally, Oasis didn't care in the world wether she made a fuss or not.She could if she wanted to, and no one had a right to stop her. Plus, Eight was in no condition to stop her anyways, and she enjoyed that fact a lot.
"And to be honest, my looks are not really a concern. I'm a scarred covered piece wolf, looks have never been a roblem, and my saliva will cean my wouns better than any stream will."
Oasis growled. "Stubborn male." she seethed. "You think I care about my looks? Hell, if I really cared I'd make more of a fuss about my face, than my wounds and internal bleeding and possible broken ribs damnit!" she snarle. "Don't get smart allicky with me, bub." she growled. "Saliva still contains germs. You rather get an infection o somethin, fine by me." she murmured as Eight decided to just lick his wounds.
She seemed more prideful now that Eight seemed to have followed her. At least he was listening... She was about to say somehing but decided not to. Instead,she just kept along with Eight, noticing that he seemed to go somewhat faster than she. Disatisfied wih that, Oass began to excel a bit faster herself. Even though she didn't have developly built pain tolerance, she could still handle pain. She was jut impatien was all, and she honestly didn't like being too dirty... It was a female thing, she figured.
"So..." she mumured quietly. "What district you from?" she decided to ask. Hell, if she was going to be with this guy until they found a water source, she might of started a conversation just for the heck of it. 'Sides, there was always something odd with her about everything being silent. Perhaps it was because she was never used to the silence, after getting acquainted to the loud roars, the screams, the cheering, and the sounds of paws on the ground every day, twenty four seven. She wondered sometimes how she ever stayed sane like she was now
"Heh. Why shouldn't I?" she spat back. "After all, I saved your ass back there didnt I? coulda left you for dead." she murmured softly. "If anything I shouldat least get some thanks." she snapped at him angrily. Personally, Oasis didn't care in the world wether she made a fuss or not.She could if she wanted to, and no one had a right to stop her. Plus, Eight was in no condition to stop her anyways, and she enjoyed that fact a lot.
"And to be honest, my looks are not really a concern. I'm a scarred covered piece wolf, looks have never been a roblem, and my saliva will cean my wouns better than any stream will."
Oasis growled. "Stubborn male." she seethed. "You think I care about my looks? Hell, if I really cared I'd make more of a fuss about my face, than my wounds and internal bleeding and possible broken ribs damnit!" she snarle. "Don't get smart allicky with me, bub." she growled. "Saliva still contains germs. You rather get an infection o somethin, fine by me." she murmured as Eight decided to just lick his wounds.
She seemed more prideful now that Eight seemed to have followed her. At least he was listening... She was about to say somehing but decided not to. Instead,she just kept along with Eight, noticing that he seemed to go somewhat faster than she. Disatisfied wih that, Oass began to excel a bit faster herself. Even though she didn't have developly built pain tolerance, she could still handle pain. She was jut impatien was all, and she honestly didn't like being too dirty... It was a female thing, she figured.
"So..." she mumured quietly. "What district you from?" she decided to ask. Hell, if she was going to be with this guy until they found a water source, she might of started a conversation just for the heck of it. 'Sides, there was always something odd with her about everything being silent. Perhaps it was because she was never used to the silence, after getting acquainted to the loud roars, the screams, the cheering, and the sounds of paws on the ground every day, twenty four seven. She wondered sometimes how she ever stayed sane like she was now
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Eight walked behind her as she spoke at him angrly. It was quite amusing how this wolf reacted to things so agressivly, towords ever thing. it was completly opisit to how eight delt with things, it was strange being around the contrast.
"You anger to easy, you will go gray a lot earlyer if you keep that up", he said, with no trace of humor in his face or voice, but eight was being funny, in his head he had a cocky wolf smile on.
"So..." she mumured quietly. "What district you from?"
That made eight stop in his tracks, that was a bit of a shock queston and to eight quite personal. no other living wolf had ever ask him that, and he never thought of what was his true home and family. he didnt even rember what his mom and dad looked like, or what they were like. he like it that way, that way he could live with him self a little better as he didnt have to think about what they must think of him now and all that crap. to him self he considered him self to have no perents.
"umm the planes i think", he said still in a bit of shock about the queston.
To recover from it, he started walking again.
"what about you".
"You anger to easy, you will go gray a lot earlyer if you keep that up", he said, with no trace of humor in his face or voice, but eight was being funny, in his head he had a cocky wolf smile on.
"So..." she mumured quietly. "What district you from?"
That made eight stop in his tracks, that was a bit of a shock queston and to eight quite personal. no other living wolf had ever ask him that, and he never thought of what was his true home and family. he didnt even rember what his mom and dad looked like, or what they were like. he like it that way, that way he could live with him self a little better as he didnt have to think about what they must think of him now and all that crap. to him self he considered him self to have no perents.
"umm the planes i think", he said still in a bit of shock about the queston.
To recover from it, he started walking again.
"what about you".
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"Umm... the plains, I think. What about you?"
Oasis rose a brow. That was a differen answer than she'd expected. Stupid male, she huffed lightly to herself. When she said 'district', she meant what place he was put into Fighting. Not his background freaking birthplace. But with the sudden hesitation, that sparked curiousity.
She knew there was a hesistance in his voice as well as his step. Did he really have no clue where he was from? She wondered if he was taken as a child. Thinking about that, Oasis wondered what that would have been like for her. She was taken around adult age, could he have been taken by birth? That must have been harsh...
She shook her head for a moment. Why did she care? He was male. Men didn't deserve sympathy. They were greedy bastards that didn't deserve mercy.
She almost forgot he'd asked her where she had come from. "Another region. More woodsy than this shit." she mentioned. She didn't mean to be crude, but she hated anywhere that didn't have vast greenery. She just was done with the harsh, pebble gravel environment. She glanced to him sideways a moment before facing forward. Curiousity was eating at her.
"What'd ya mean... you think you were from the plains?" she asked then.
Oasis rose a brow. That was a differen answer than she'd expected. Stupid male, she huffed lightly to herself. When she said 'district', she meant what place he was put into Fighting. Not his background freaking birthplace. But with the sudden hesitation, that sparked curiousity.
She knew there was a hesistance in his voice as well as his step. Did he really have no clue where he was from? She wondered if he was taken as a child. Thinking about that, Oasis wondered what that would have been like for her. She was taken around adult age, could he have been taken by birth? That must have been harsh...
She shook her head for a moment. Why did she care? He was male. Men didn't deserve sympathy. They were greedy bastards that didn't deserve mercy.
She almost forgot he'd asked her where she had come from. "Another region. More woodsy than this shit." she mentioned. She didn't mean to be crude, but she hated anywhere that didn't have vast greenery. She just was done with the harsh, pebble gravel environment. She glanced to him sideways a moment before facing forward. Curiousity was eating at her.
"What'd ya mean... you think you were from the plains?" she asked then.