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Post by Guillotine on Jul 29, 2014 16:31:15 GMT -5
Guillotine was starting to figure out this whole training date had turned against him. Jesse had gone off the deep end and dove into his new found instinct. He appeared to be lost in a sea of anger and sheer testosterone. Like any pup he didn’t know how to handle it all. There was nothing that Guillotine could do to stop him. The only way Gil saw to settle the insanity that dwelled within his roommate was to kill him. Then again, instinct had began to take over him as well. Intelligence was wearing thin within the young beasts. It would take a miracle for either of them to come out of this fight without losing a limb or two. Already, Guillotine’s arm had been completely shattered by Jesse’s powerful jaws. And whether Guillotine realized it or not he was in deep shit.
Nearly spent and without the use of his right paw Guillotine was in real trouble. Being a homebody for the past few months didn’t help his stamina in this battle. He was already tired from the confrontation with the werewolf. Now he had to deal with the blind wrath of his roommate. This fight could only end badly. Guillotine didn’t need to call out to Jesse. While his jaws were gripping Jesse’s muzzle Guil had looked into his eyes. The beast could tell his dear partner was no longer there. Any signs of remorse or even a conscious seemed to be gone. It was almost as if Jesse had turned into a completely different being all together.
Their original plan had tanked and it appeared that Guillotine would turn into Jesse’s prey. It didn’t take long for Gil’s anger to evolve into fear. Guillotine did not want to die. He tightened his grip onto Jesse’s muzzle until the hound twisted his body and pushed Guillotine off. Gil didn’t go down without taking a bit of skin with him. The hound had left a nasty scratch on the top of Jesse’s muzzle. While on the ground Guillotine attempted to roll over onto his paws. As he did so a loud whimper erupted from his jaws. It hurt to stand, let alone fight. The hellhound attempted to hold is injured leg up as he stood. He failed to do so. It dangled there, only being held up by tiny bits of bloodied muscle and strings of tendons. Pieces of bone had splintered through his flesh, only making the wound worse.
With copious amounts of blood dripping from the wound Gil knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Already his mind began to spin from the blood loss. The beast had to end the fight right then and there if he wanted to live. His heart was racing, Pumping more adrenaline into his system. With his lips peeled back he exposed his fangs and gave Jesse a low menacing growl. Using the last of his strength the beast hobbled forward. Opening his jaws he lowered his head and intended on grabbing Jesse by the throat. However, If the beast moved out of the way Gil would stumble and fall to the ground. Little did he know, the werewolves were making their way back.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 30, 2014 12:36:28 GMT -5
This fight wasn't going according to plan, assuming that there was even a plan in the first place. There was only so much planning one could do when all their mind could think about was spilling blood. At most all Jesse intended to do was spill some blood. It didn't matter whose blood he spilled, so long as it was something. Since Jesse lost his original prey Guillotine ended up being the next target. At first things were going well, Jesse managed to do more than just make poor Gil bleed, he tore up his arm as well. Maybe one day the man might find this whole outcome funny. There had been a point in his life that this situation had been reversed. It was Jesse who had a snarling mad beast tearing into his arm, and now he was the snarling beast while Gil was his prey. Too bad for Gil the end result of this fight would not be the same for him as it had been for the human. At the time Jesse had TB by his side, his friend managed to save his hide and subdue Guillotine. But there was no TB here to do save the day for Gil. The hellhound was alone, and at this rate he would die alone.
But not without putting up a bit of a fight first. Despite all the pain he was going through some part of Guillotine snapped, causing the other male to fight back what little he could against his attacker. This wasn't the first time Jesse had his prey fight back. The werewolf he tore into had attacked him too and he for the most part ignored it. But this was different, scratching Jesse could take, but taking fangs to the muzzle was another story. The pain was enough to make him recoil. Unfortunately it was a lot harder to simply pull away from such an attack than it would have been if the damn bastard had just scratched him. Jesse had to throw the damn mutt away just to get free. Fortunately he was able to do so, but not without taking some damage in the process. Gil's little stunt hurt him and made him bleed. That was enough to enraged the already pissed off human hound.
With a roar Jesse charged straight for Guillotine and right into the real hound's waiting jaws. What an idiot. Jesse had been so caught up in his rage and bloodlust that he didn't see what Gil was up to till it was too late. The mimic could feel Gil's fang sliding through his flesh. Jesse half yelped, half roared as he struggled to get out of Gil's grip. The agent tried to bash him with his front paws, and even kick with his hind legs to force Gil to release him. Jesse wasn't about to let this damn bastard finish him off so easily. He would fight with his last dying breath. If he was going to die at all tonight he would make sure that he took his opponent down with him. Even if that opponent happened to be his own friend.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 12:52:39 GMT -5
Being pulled to turn round, the young male was confused though it soon started to sink in they were going back. Planting his hind paws in the ground to halt, he tried to stop his comrade since she had a grip on his arm still. She couldn't fight with one arm, the other one was nearly broken. If Isabelle had stopped then the young male would point to her broken arm and would shake his head. Ears were lowered and he really just wanted her to stay out of it. THe feeling to go help the one hellhound was still there, thanks to Isabelle's change of direction it was now stronger.
"Hurt...please stay. Be back..." the young male said.
The young male wouldn't wait for a answer of protest from Isabelle for he headed toward where Guil and Jesse where. Why was he doing this? Why was part of him wanting him to do this? The human hadn't interfered really the last time, so why now? Why was it now trying to interfere and run things? Whatever the reason was it would have to wait. True, he was hurt too but not to the degree of his comrade.
Running as fast as he could, the smell of blood was growing stronger and stronger. Jumping out of the bushes of the wood, he landed on the ground behind Jesse and aimed to slam his paw like hands onto Jesse's back as hard as he could. Hackles raised on his back as his tail bristled, appearing to be larger than it was.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 13:27:30 GMT -5
Izzy was pulled to a stop by her comrade stopping. He pointed to her broken arm and shook his head. When he asked her to stay she was about to answer that she wasn't going to when he took off before she could protest.
Annoyed Izzy followed him, doing her best not to get caught of course. She still felt she should help but she had no idea how to do that when she had a broken arm. She was stating to wonder why she even followed because it wasn't like she could go another round with the stupid hound who had been her opponent. She was still determined to watch and see if she could do anything with one arm.
As the smell of blood got stronger she got more determined. She wanted to help the two idiot hounds that had attacked them and she didn't know why. It almost seemed like her comrade was the same way. She hid behind the bushes her companion jumped out of to watch what was going to happen, she still didn't want to be seen but she wanted to know what was going on. If her comrade so much as got scratched by the hound she was fighting she would do her best to kill him, maybe not now but in the future if it came to it.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 30, 2014 15:47:34 GMT -5
A feeling of sheer euphoria washed over the Guillotine like a refreshing wave as he dug his fangs into Jesse’s neck. The taste of blood rushed into his waiting jaws like a river. The aroma of that liquid crimson hung think in the air. No doubt making their instinct worse. Guillotine's fangs had slid through Jesse’s flesh like a hot knife through butter. Despite the power in his bite Guillotine’s body had began to weaken. Blood loss was a big issue now. The beast couldn’t afford to waste any time in killing his roommate now that he had a good grip on him. A swift twist of his head could be enough to end Jesse quickly. However Guillotine, Being the hound that he was, wasn’t likely to dispose of his attacker so quickly. No, he wanted to revel in his victory first.
Guillotine was a fool. Just knowing he had his roommate by the balls nearly caused him to laughed. The sound of Jesse’s pain filled cries were only fuel for the fire that dwelled within Guillotine’s brutish frame. Oh, the things he wanted to do to Jesse now that he had the male in his jaws, and by the neck no less. Gil wanted to make him pay for nearly tearing his arm off. But what could he do? Well, there was a river near by. Ah yes, the river. Dark thoughts swirled around within Guillotine’s skull. Did he have the strength to drag Jesse’s body over there and drown him? No, this wasn’t likely. Guillotine was just about spent. If he wanted to do something to end his roommate he had to do it quickly before he passed out. To Guillotine’s dismay his head had already began to spin. Not to mention he was beginning to feel rather ill. He wouldn’t last too much longer. Gil had to think of something else to get rid of this mutt.
This would be easy if the hellhound didn’t intend on giving Jesse a slow painful death. Oh no, he wanted the male to suffer. Guillotine’s fear was causing him to do some pretty outlandish things in the past, but killing his roommate like this took the cake. The hellhound wanted to make sure his roommate didn’t come back to finish the job he had stated, all the while, enjoying his execution. Jesse had really fucked up this time. Letting Gil grab him by the throat. This would surely lead to his untimely demise. Guillotine was expecting Jesse to give in. After all, he didn’t have many options left. Oh, how wrong he was. The opposing hound didn’t roll over in submission or even beg for mercy. Jesse made it clear that he wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
Guillotine was struggling to hold onto his partner as he began to kick. Weakened from his fight with the werewolf Guillotine’s body had began to tremble. His hold on the hound began to weaken. Then, without warning, Jesse kicked out and managed to hit Gil’s managed leg. An unearthly screech escaped from Gil as he stumbled back. Before the beast could go in for another bite Jesse kicked out again. This time his pack paws managed to smack right into the beast’s head. The force of the blow knocked Guillotine to the ground.
Jesse had managed to get free from Guillotine’s grip. However, it appeared that the werewolf decided to join the fray. Struggle to get up, Guillotine let loose a low tired growl. Looking forward he thought he could make out the werewolf from before. By this time his vision had began to blur. Sinking back to the ground Guillotine lay on his side. His heart rate slowed as he had no energy left to fight. The beast struggled to stay conscious now that his adrenaline rush began to subside. It wouldn’t be long now until he passed out.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 30, 2014 16:44:27 GMT -5
This was bad, very bad. Jesse's blind stupidity finally screwed him over this time. Things had been going so well for him. Despite rarely ever having enough power to be much of a threat to anyone Jesse was winning his first real fight. This had never happened before. Never in his life after discovering his powers did Jesse ever really win a fight before. Yes the man was able to at least use it to help defend himself, scare off his opponents, or at least buy time for his comrades to come to his aid. But never actually win a fight, and with Guillotine no less. Jesse and Gil had only a few real fights in the past, the first one he had lost badly and nearly lost an arm because of it. The second one he didn't even realize what happened and it had ended pretty quickly. Even though he had technically won that one because he had transformed he didn't consider it a real fight. This one though there was no way that he could call it anything other than a fight. This was a full on brawl going on here, and Jesse had been winning.
He had been winning all the way up to the point when he charged at him again. If he could actually think about what he was doing he would have berated himself over how stupid he was. It would have been obvious to any idiot that charging at Gil while he was aiming to grab you by the throat was a dumb idea. Alas Jesse wasn't thinking, if he was then he would have dodged and attack from the side instead. Or even better, he would not have been fighting Gil in the first place. Jesse had enough sense in him under normal circumstances to know fighting Gil was a bad idea in general. As a human he would be killed instantly, as a hellhound he actually had the power to kill him, but not without taking quite a thrashing in the process. Damn his stupid instincts, damn his stupid weak mind that could keep them in check, and damn his general stupidity that made him think that becoming a hellhound was ever a good idea.
The tables turned so quickly on Jesse that he didn't even get to fully register what was happening till it was too late. Now that Gil had him by the throat this battle was sure to be over soon. All it would take was one swift twist of the head and Jesse's life blood would cover the forest floor. But that didn't happen. For whatever reason Gil didn't choose to finish it. He just held on like a fool. Big mistake. The maddened hound wasted no time in fighting back. Jesse wasn't the same guy who he used to be. He wasn't a man who feared death anymore. That wasn't due to him being a hellhound. Ever since he nearly lost his life in his first fight with Gil the man resolved to never go down crying and screaming. If he was going to die he would do it fighting, even if he didn't win his right to live he wasn't going to just lay down and take it. It was that part of him that sparked his next actions.
Jesse struggled with all the strength he had in him to get out of Guillotine's grip. He smacked, he kicked, and he screamed bloody murder the whole way through. It wasn't that hard to get free doing that. Thanks to how Guillotine's fights had been going for him the real hellhound was too hurt and exhausted to stop Jesse's resistance. The man's desperate flailing managed to do quite a lot of damage, the mimic managed to not just kick the poor bastard in his broken paw, but gave him a swift blow to the head. Soon he was free and Gil collapsed to the floor. This was it, this was his chance. Jesse lunged at Gil one last time, aiming to crush the poor fool's skull in with his jaws when something unexpected happened. Before Jesse could move in for the kill something hit him across the back. The blow was powerful enough to knock the human off his feet. Not only that but it knocked the breath right out of him. Jesse gasped for air and tried to push himself back on his feet to no avail. What the hell was going on?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 17:05:53 GMT -5
The young male didn't notice his comrade still following him and really he was more focused on the hound he had gotten onto the ground. Even as Jesse tried to get up, the werewolf kept the pressure on the creature's back. Once Jesse stopped trying to get up, the werewolf quickly went to move one paw like hand and attempted to place it on the back of Jesse's neck right behind the head. Just trying to keep the hound down.
"No more." The werewolf said in his forced raspy voice. "He's your comrade....pointless for you to hurt...him. No more."
Hackles lowered as the werewolf stayed put and his tail still lashed about behind him. There was no telling what would happen next. While the one that looked familiar was wounded greatly, it didn't seem like they could get up and do anything. Course, were there more of these creatures hiding? Waiting?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 23:22:10 GMT -5
Izzy stayed hidden as her comrade pinned one of the hounds to the ground after it got away from the other one. She didn't know if that meant that her comrade was winning or not but she was sure that he had the upper hand, at least for the moment.
The wind shifted and blew her scent towards her comrade, probably giving away that she followed but in her defense she was staying out of it. She heard what her comrade said and she smiled, it made sense at least.
The hound that she had been pulled back here to help looked like he couldn't get up or anything. She watched to see if the situation had truly resolved it's self, if it had she would start to come out of hiding to try and help the fallen and greatly wounded hound.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 4, 2014 14:15:11 GMT -5
Guillotine knew he was just about finished. The world around him had begun to spin. Warping, as his vision grew blurry. Guillotine had sunk to the ground. Laying there on his side Guillotine’s breathing grew shallow. He’d lost a lot of blood tonight. No doubt he was slowly making his way towards death. If only Guillotine had known what Jesse was capable of then maybe he wouldn’t have allowed him to copy his powers. However, being the hound that he was Gil never once thought of the consequences that could come with his partner’s powers. What had started as a good time ended abruptly. A low grumble crept from Gil’s maw. His ears were pulled back against his skull. The beast’s tail had tucked away between his legs. He must have looked so pitiful there, bleeding out like a slaughtered cow. Guillotine didn't have the strength to move, much less growl. It hurt to do anything other than just lay on the cool forest floor. With his vision going in and out Gil could only make out bits and pieces of the scene around him. One minute Jesse was charging towards him, the next, a werewolf jumped on the human’s back.
So was this it, the end?
Due to his blood loss, and overall mental trauma, the hellhound began to hallucinate. It was almost as if subconsciously he was afraid to die. So, his mind would make his leave easier to handle. Guillotine’s vision began to fade in and out. He’d thought he saw someone familiar trot out of the bushes. Whoever it was it slowly began to make his way over to him. With his mind in a ready state of shock Gil’s brain caused the illusion that this was Akeelah. Of course this being wasn’t that of his mate, but instead the female werewolf he had yelled at before. With his mind playing tricks on him Gil’s body trembled with excitement. Akeelah, she was here! With is eyes widened in shock, the dying beast let out a low drawn out whimper. Gil seemed to have forgotten about his dangerous company now that the shifter was here. He was just so happy to see her. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Guillotine’s blood red eyes seemed to soften as Izzy approached him. His heart nearly leaped from his chest. Isabelle's presence was welcome, only because he thought she was someone entirely different. Just what was Akeelah doing here? Did she come to say goodbye to him?
With the last of his strength Gil managed to speak. Those beady blood red eyes of his looked to the werewolf and said, “I’m sorry…” His dark demonic voice utter the words, words that were meant for Akeelah. Guillotine’s body relaxed soon after, almost as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He could rest now. Gil’s vision grew incredibly hazy again until his mind finally began to slip away. Darkness, all he could see was darkness.
((Ok, since Gilly is passed out ya'll can skip my turn for the rest of this thread.))
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Aug 4, 2014 15:20:29 GMT -5
No, no, no! This couldn't be happening to him right now. Jesse flailed desperately under the grasp of his captor in the hopes of escaping but to no avail. How could the tables have turned so quickly against him? The mimic had been doing so well. He had dominated his prey. He had won! All he needed to do was rip its damn throat open and he could feast. That was the beast in him wanted but every time he tried to satisfy the monster in him something had to stop him. With the she wolf it had been Guillotine that got in his way, now with Gil it was something else. Worse yet Jesse wasn't going to get another chance at his current prey. This fight would end with his defeat. The realization that he was about to lose should have frightened Jesse. The man was foolish in many aspects but he didn't have a death wish. The first time he had nearly faced death it had been when Gil had attacked him. Back then he had been terrified. The second time he and another agent had been surrounded by flesh eating zombies. Back then too he was sure that was the end of him. He had been afraid even when he actually landed an ability that could save his sorry hide.
This time should have been no different. He might not have known what it was that had him pinned down, but now that he was utterly helpless all the power had fallen into his enemy's hands. They had the say in what happened now. Whoever had gripped him could kill him if they so chose. He was as good as dead and for that he should have been afraid. But he wasn't. He wasn't sure what stopped him from fearing death, it could have been the monster that took hold of his mind, or the small shred of humanity that was still left in him. Either ways he wasn't afraid. Jesse was angry. Jesse barked in rage and tried to turn his head to bite his captor but didn't get too far when the werewolf grab a hold of his neck. Even then the hound still struggled for dear life but his attempts were slowly becoming pointless. With the constant add of pressure on his body Jesse was finding it difficult to breath, his flailing didn't help matters either. It didn't take long for the male to run completely out of breath, and with no way of being able to breath to gain it back the world began to spin. Soon things started to get black. With the last of his strength leaving him Jesse watched the world around him darken and waited for death.
((And with that folks I am out too. It's been fun *bows and exits the thread*))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 13:10:15 GMT -5
As the beast thrashed about, trying to get free the young werewolf kept a grip on him. With the beast struggling, a familiar scent hit him and a low sound left him. She followed!!! He had requested she stayed in the forest for her own good and here she was. Well he couldn't really control what she'd do but he was hopeful that she'd at least listen. When the hound stopped thrashing, the young werewolf removed his large paw like hand away from it's neck with a tilted head. He....he didn't kill it did he? Ears slanted as he lowered his head though he was soon relieved when he could hear faint breathing. Okay, they were just passed out.
Removing the other paw, he looked at the wounded one. The one that he thought looked familiar. They were still bleeding and it seemed like they were getting worse. Head tilting further with ears perking forward slightly when the hound said sorry. Why did they say that? It was strange but....perhaps the creature was sorry for causing the fight? Turning his emerald gaze to his comrade, ears went to their normal position.
"Why not...stay back? Injury worse than mine." The young werewolf asked Isabelle as he went over to Guil and tried to figure out what to do now.
After all, it was the human who was pushing him to intervene and help. So why wasn't the human trying to do that anymore? The human was once more gone. Hidden under the werewolf, unable to make a sound to break free.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 22:25:55 GMT -5
Izzy had waited to come out of the forest till she was sure it was safe, she wasn't trying to injure herself further. She knelt down next to the wounded hound, the one she felt she needed to help, and wondered how she was going to pull off helping him.
She got confused when he said sorry but she pushed it aside. Still trying to figure out what to do she gently touched where the flesh was badly torn then looked at her own arm. Her arm had already started to try and heal, thanks to her increased healing, but it would be a few more days before she could really do anything with it and she probably should set it before the bone healed wrong. Her werewolf mind wasn't thinking about that though.
"Made sure......safe first. Want to help," She said simply, her speech choppy. She had no idea what to do and she wondered why her human side even wanted her to come back.
She was still there, the human side that is, right under the surface. The werewolf couldn't understand her though, or even hear her. She looked down at the hound and moved his arm to where the edges of the bite wound were a bit closer together, she didn't know why she did it and she just pushed that to the side. She started looking for something, but she wasn't sure what. This was maddening! She kept scanning the small area, not finding anything and still not understanding what she was looking for.
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