Meeting Satan [Raymond]

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Nashoba was in a horrible mood on this summer day, he felt like attacking everything in his way. Especially anyone who disturbed him, there was no real point in his anger except for that he hated this world. So he decided to go where almost nobody went, hoping to see nobody. He climbed the rocky hills, until he made it to the very top of the tallest one. The other side was nothing but a cliff, surrounded by fog. The only way he knew what was below was by the sound of crashing waves. One step to far would mean certain death, he almost felt like taking the plunge but just sat down looking out across what seemed like a solid cloud. He tested each step as he lowered his body to the ground and soon lay his head down. Relaxing, something he didn't do often. He kept his ears straight up and alert for anyone who dared bother him. His tail curled along his side, his silver-blue eyes slowly closing. Soon enough he seemed to be sleeping, although he still was very alert.

He started imagining himself falling to his death from the cliff and quickly opened his eyes to see more fog. His fur becoming just a tiny bit damp from the heavy fog. He felt a small pang of loneliness and looked around to see if anyone was around. To his disappointment nobody was there. Although he soon felt angered at life again, his mood changed quickly. If anyone came close to him he would definitely attack. He felt a surge of strength and lifted his head and let his tail curl over his spine. He was stronger then any mutt in this pack and would show it. He wouldn't try to hide his strength, there was no point anymore. He glared into the fog around him and almost forgot which way he came up the mountain. Fog surrounded him, but left a small space around him too. As if it were preparing for a meeting or even a spar. He sighed and just stood there not knowing what he was doing anymore. He turned to the cliff and was thinking of throwing himself off, nobody would even care.

Raymond's paws carried him forward from the camp clearing and his den. His sharp green eyes glaring straight in front of him. He was in a sour mood from sleep and waking up in a painful position. He started to do a daily exercise he had learned from the Elite. He was going to Satan's Edge and was planning on working his way through the fog as quickly as possible. His chest flexed with muscles as he made his way across the camp clearing. To others who didn't know who he was, he was just another member. But to some, he was a known warrior and he struck fear into others. He growled quietly as he walked past the kill pile, his stomach grumbling but he refused to eat until he finished his training. His muscles racing through his legs tensed as he walked forward at a great speed now. Once he was out of view of the camp, he wound his way up the path to where the devil may lay. He licked his nose and broke into a major run. His tail swung between his legs, his ears pressed against his head and his green eyes searching the fog. His heart pounding louder and louder as he moved across the ground faster and faster. His green eyes narrowed as he entered the fog covered mountains. He paced himself and stayed very quiet as he pressed forward. He slowed down as another wolf came into his view, except this wolf by smell was a regular warrior and Raymond felt as if he had to put him in his place. His tail curled over his back and his ears rolled forward. He stepped from the shadows he had been hidden in and a snarl ripped from his throat. "And who are you to hold such dominance, mutt?" The snarls ripped from his maw and he broadened his stance to defend against the other male. His green eyes stayed on his target and he waited a response before he would put the foolish he-wolf in his place and report it to the alpha afterwards. His teeth bared and you could hear the low growl that came from his chest and entered his throat. His green demon eyes narrowed and he stood tall and proud, waiting fairly impatiently on the he-wolf. He grew impatient with every passing second, tempted to just attack instead of wait and see what the brute would do. While the he-wolf did smell of Erenyx, Raymond wasn't about to let a single wolf get out of line. He had a job to do as Lead Warrior and he wasn't about to let even a small slip up happen. He snarled again, showing his impatience to the brute.

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When Nashoba noticed another male enter the area he glared angrily at the wolf. Nashoba breathed in the scent of the wolf who seemed like just a warrior. Then he remembered this wolf from the bear fight. He was now Lead Warrior. The onyx male rolled his shoulders forward and let an angry snarl escape his lips as he stared the other male in the eyes. Even if he was Lead Warrior, that was just a name. It meant nothing to the male now, he wasn't going to be bossed around by another who thinks he can just push Nashoba to the ground and it will all be good. Of course Nashoba didn't truly know this wolf would do this, but he definitely wouldn't let Nashoba walk away thinking he can overpower wolves that he thought he could. "I am, a demon who watches from the shadows. Waiting to be alone with one wolf so I can murder it. I am Nashoba, and it is time to meet your death." Nashoba mocked the wolf, although he had not killed or fought any wolf in Erenyx he felt like releasing this one from the pack called Erenyx.

[and now the fight]
Nashoba sprung forward, straight on towards the wolf with green eyes. He was going to kill this wolf, and it wouldn't take long either. He would simply try to get a hold of the others throat and tear it out. He didn't care that this wolf was another of Erenyx. To him all of Erenyx was weak, and Nashoba was blind by a strength he didn't truly have. He had his shoulders rolled forward and still held his tail over his spine. He truly didn't care if any other wolf was watching and didn't care if he was exiled. Nashoba was also dumb about his move to charge straight on. The other wolf was stronger then him, and larger. It would be an easy defeat, for Raymond.

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Attack: Charge straight on
Defense: shoulders rolled forward
Injuries: none yet...

(basically the fight will be like this...

Nashoba attacks
Raymond attacks
Nashoba attacks
Raymond kills) ^^

Raymond heard the brute speak and this only angered him more. "My death? Fool, It is you who shall fall today and be my trophy." He snarled back and the stood at the ready for attack. His tail still curled over his back and his ears perked forward in dominance. His shoulders rolled forward and as the ebony he-wolf charged at him, he leaped to the side and lunged forward toward's the brute's side. His jaws parted and his stance widened in defense. His claws scraped against the ground as he flung and twisted his body so he could try to snap onto Nashoba's shoulder and throw him into the mountain. His green eyes searched the body that soon would fall and become his victim. He could imagine the blood of this fallen warrior, the death would be glorious. His shoulders hunkered forward as he was lunging forward in order to protect his neck. His paws pounded across the earth, fog growing more heavy as if the mountains knew that death would be awaiting them. He remembered his training with the elite and he knew he was ready to take anyone's body to the alpha if they defied the laws and rules of Erenyx. This place was going to be his kingdom and he was expecting to be crowned one day. But that day would not happen until he died a glorious death in battle. When he met a fair match in battle, when he died he would be given his crown and a world to rule and watch burn. A kingdom that shall burn under my wrath and rule, a living hell is all I ask for... With that thought in mind, he felt a rush raging through his veins. He could feel his blood pulsing and his heart racing into his ears and legs. His green eyes searched the shadows and his mind screamed loudly. He was going to kill this fool for even daring to think that he could dominant a lead warrior. He was going to put him in his place and possibly kill him in order to show others that he was not going to let things like this fool get in his way. He growled loudly, his chest furs raising and his back hairs sticking on end as a deep rage within.

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Attack: Lunging to grab Nashoba's shoulder and throw him into the mountain side.
Defense: Shoulder's rolled forward.
Injuries: None.

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Meeting Satan [Raymond]

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