Safe in a Deathtrap

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Fierfly

Purge padded noiselessly through the growing grass, ghostly paws gliding through the ruins. The young albino shewolf observed her surroundings. These crumbling forms around her were obviously not landforms. The hard stone from which they were hewn was of the mountain, not from the chalky bedrock that poked occasionally through the damp earth below. The red eyed wolfess sniffed the rubble. Perhaps a wolf with the power of stone had created these lodgings. For sure that's what they were, dens. The stone was old and rough, the scent of wolves clinging into the rocky grooves. Curiosity pinging through her skull like a whales sonic vibe, Purge entered one of the stone carcasses. The shewolf squinted in the dark as her eyes adjusted. Faint light streamed in from many cracks in the unstable roof. Faint fear flickered through her as she imagined the roof caving in on her burying her in a rough, heavy stone tomb. However, upon further inspection, Purge calculated that if she simply didnt touch or disturb the stone, she would be granted safe passage. However if any other wolf entered her new abode, they would be destroyed. With a smirk, she settled down under the light. If the stone fell, there was nothing above her to crush her. She was safe in a death trap.

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Renegade:

The Ruins of Abeytu. What was it about this place? The aura of mystery around them was so thick you could taste it. The strangely shaped stone, the curious runes and markings that decorated the structures. The dense foliage of the treetops blocking out the sunshine, creating mysterious shadows constantly flitting here and there. It was mysterious, deceiving, dangerous. It was his safe-haven, the realm of the Renegade.

They usually scared so many away. "Better safe than sorry," was the favorite excuse, but you'd never know if you didn't try. The lithe black wolf flit from area of shadow to area of shadow, blending and melding perfectly with the darkness. Spring had come again and his coat was short and fine, bringing out his lithe form and long legs and making his wraith blue eyes more piercing than ever. He paused in his gliding as the minute breeze shifted.

Someone else was here.

Another moment to calculate: she-wolf, young, in one of the ruins. Fine with him; at least it wasn't his favorite denning location in this part of the woods. She was - in one of the older ones, threatening to break apart with even a hint of disturbance. Well, well, a daring she-pup.

Curious he cautiously traveled upwind where she wouldn't pick up his scent so easily and found a jagged boulder beside a tree. With some considerable and admirable paw-work he secured himself on a thick, leafy limb only a short leap away from the last good paw-hold in the stone. Here he could survey anything that would happen below without being too easily detected himself. If she caught his scent then he'd have plenty of time to duck back into the shadows and break into a full, flying run, leaving the Ruins long behind before she even found his hiding spot. So he settled down for a wait, acting without a care in the world as he let his front paws hang off the branch and let his rear paws balance him. The Renegade was a shadow alive, alive and waiting, watching the death-trap.

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Demon: He was walking around, with the smell of wolf blood on his paws, when he smelled two wolves that he hadn't scented here before he left for his target. He growled for one was a femle, and he had to guess that since he couldnt see her, that she was most likely to be inside his little death-trap that he had found, and made his den. Grumbling he looked up, having to squint to see something in the tree. He grinned as he caught scent of a young male. He then followed the young males scent. He climbed up the tree with ease, because of his paw work.
He shuffled up the tree limb on purpose to get the young males attention. He grinned as he said in a deep and dark voice, that seemed to echo a little. "Now... I wonder as of why a young brave male like yourself is near my den?" He shuffled on the branch again, making it shake once more as he now blocked the young males escape route. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he laughed darkly at him.
He stopped and looked at the female inside his den his orange eyes glittering with a dangerous light in them. He looked from the male to the female wondering as of which one would give him the better chase, for him to enjoy. He yawned showing his freshly red stained teeth to him. He licked his muzzle then said to him. "Hmm... I bet that I could have some fun wih you. So how about this kiddo, I'll let you hide and I'll seek you out. Hmm... Yes that sounds fair enough for a young male like you."

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Purge scrunched her alarmingly pale body into a ball, further scoping her surroundings with her pink nose. The albino shewolf twitched her nose and closed her pink eyes. First off there was a damp whiff of mildew. The fungus seemed to cling to the dark corners of the chamber. The next scent was the fresh scent of new foliage and rain washed air swooping in from the outer forest. And if course there was the scent of wolves. Purge knew that this had obviously been some other wolfs den before her own, although the males scent was stale. He obviously didn't use it very often. Either that or he somehow dulled his own scent.

The young wolf felt a pair of eyes burning into her neck, her thin white ruff bristling up. A small growl caught in her throat as she looked around. The only way a wolf could be observing her would be through the rectangular opening up front or the small fissure above her. No wolf could fit through that crack, save for a newborn whelp. Purge craned her neck as she lifted her head, reddish eyes narrowed. Whoever that wolf was he was excellently hidden. However, something went wrong. The tree that was in her view began shaking. He's in a tree?! Purgd began calculating what kind of wolf would be agile and light enough to hail themselves up a tree. But there were too many variables, the trees bark, height, strength, slope, the wolfs weight, claws, balance, agility etc. The intelligent shewolf furrowed her brow and rise to her feet as she caught sight of black and brown fur bristling through the foliage. Two? Purge cursed herself for being so easily snuck up on. However, she was still safe in this den.

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Renegade:

The older wolf found him in seconds and the albino female he could see through the small window scrunched up defensively. Ordinarily he would have been impressed with such ability, he was a master at hiding and couldn't easily be found save by an expert. But this was no expert at finding, this was an expert at killing. He reeked of blood and his maw was freshly stained from some innocent wolf's life.

He was murderous and crazy. No wolf - even an evil wolf - in their right mind would be so brazen and bold. Renegade stared at him for a second, then slowly eased his body back, letting it slowly roll off the bough...

He was falling - but with a quick twist he landed on his paws. This wasn't the first time he'd pulled the trick, nor the first time some idiot had thought they'd cut him off. Shadows are never captured, they always escape and provide a mean to escape.

However he wasn't going to give the brute a chase, he was more interested in the she-wolf. Calmly, nonchalantly he disappeared into the shadows, and stayed there, keeping in the dense undergrowth where the scent of pine was overwhelming and his own, less noticeable. He sat quietly and observed, he wanted to see how this would turn out.

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He narrowed his orange eyes. "Hmm... Smart young male we have there Demon." He muttered to himself as he got up off of the branch and looked at the female growling as he jumped down off of the branch. He heard a twig snap as he landed near his den as he growled to the female. "Get out of my den... Or don't" He said the last part with a dark chukle. He licked his muzzle as he looked her in the eyes, his orange eyes Blazing in both fury, and something else thta made a Shiver go down her spine. He yawned once more showing his bloody teeth. He grinned at her as he said. "Alright looks like I will be having my fair share of fun, right now then." He went over to a sotra big stone and started to roll it over to where the big hole to his "old" den was.

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Purge's pure white fur bristled as the two wolves in the trees disappeared. She heard one of them fall away into a thicket that she could not see. The brown wolf was promptly showing his face. For there he stood, a formidable sepia male with violent orange phoenix wings unfurled in his chest. But despite his regal look, he was anything but. His eyes had a crazed, blood thirsty look, a lustful look. He bared his teeth as he spoke. The once white canines yellowed and stained with blood. It didnt take much for Purge to decipher much about him. He was a murderer after blood and his own pleasure. Not answering him, the albino wolfess stood tall. Well, as tall as the young wolf could get. As the psychopath rolled a large rock in front of the opening, Purge began to come up with a plan. He had sealed off the entrance and her escape, however, he now couldn't enter. If she wanted to escape all she had to do was kick the nearest wall and the den would crumble. However, once that happened she would have to confront two wolves. If she wanted to slip away unharmed she would have to sneak out. And in order for her decent to not be detected, she would need to make it look and smell as if she was still here. Either she goes through with that plan, or she lured them in...

"No! Please don't seal up this den! I'll do anything! I-I'm just too scared to move around. P-please! Help me!" She whimpered and shook, her red eyes widening.

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Renegade:

An ear flicked and the lithe black wolf rose into a crouch as the female started to whimper. His ghostly blue eyes watched eagerly, attentively as he got ready to spring, ready to act.

What was the crazed idiot doing? Blocking her exit wouldn't accomplish anything, not only could she not get out, he could not get it. A horrible possibility dawned on him, the Demon could strike a wall and crush her underneath the heavy mountain rock. A growl jumped into his throat and he started to leave the underbrush, just barely edging out enough to be able to spring from his cover with minimal interference from the branches, but still safely in the shadows.

His tail swung and dipped as he got ready to spring. As far as Renegade was concerned: the fight was on.

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He rolled his eyes as he gave the rock a final shove blocking the entrance, though while the rock rolled over it seemed that something flickered in his orange eyes ever so briefly. He laughed, now chuckling at his brilliant plan yet something flickered in his orange eyes again... He shook his head as he muttered something loud enough to be heard from anyone near by. "No! This body is mine now!" He growled as he started to run at the old Ricky wall only to stop skidding on his butt and tail, his back legs moving in a motion to stop to stop the run to the old rocky wall. His orange eyes turning a light shade of red as he growled. "No more... Gah!" He shook his head as he ran around in small circles, he closed his eyes for a few breif moments then opened them again. His eyes were now fully orange once more as he turned around and looked at where the young male was, it seemed that he had forgotten about the young female as he said to him in a low growl. "I would run young male..." He paused then said in a shout. "OR DIE!" He leaped forward towards the young males hiding place, his jaws open, his red teeth showing also, as his jaws aimed for the young males neck.

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Purge covered her red eyes with her small white paws, playing the part. Well, luring them in didn't work. But now that the den was sealed they wouldn't notice if she left. Well, unless she put something else in her place. Unfortunately there was nothing remotely white or wolf shaped. So she had to go with plan B. The intelligent shewolf scanned her surroundings with her garnet orbs, her pupils widening into round obsidian chips, gathering in what little light there was. She searched the darkness for any figment of light. She soon found a small ray peeking through a minuscule mound of stone. There must be an opening under them. However, if she moved at all, she risked bringing down the structure. If she even disturbed the stone, it would certainly fall. There was only one thing to do: The Impossible.

Purge narrowed her eyes, brow lowering. She gathered her haunches underneath her, tongue sticking out of her jaws in concentration, she leaped. Her white form flew gracefully through the air, hind legs poised to kick. The albino female barreled into the stone blocking her way. The heavy stone fell underneath her surely crushing anything underneath its immense weight before they knew what was happening. If there even was anything under it. Behind Purge who landed atop the stone; the building came crashing down. Now there it lay, a heap of rubble surrounded by a chalky cloud. Eyes darting to the two males, She snarled, running past them and weaving through the streets before crashing into another stone den. Hopefully safe. This den, however, had more than one floor. She knew it was dangerous and potentially fatal, but Purge climbed. She climbed until she could see the two males. They were several block houses away, next to the settling dust of the den.

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Renegade:

His ears flat against his skull and his pale eyes slits in his dark coat: his jaw opened wide and he revealed his own sharp, curving canines, strikingly white against his dark coat. A dark, warning growl rode low in his throat and his hackles rose with challenge.

There was no doubt in his mind now, the old killer was completely insane. He was fighting himself almost as much as he was fighting him and the young female. Speaking of the albino, the building started to crumble as Renegade ducked the angry jaws of the older wolf and it finally collapsed. A white blur, well camouflaged in the cloud of dust dashed past and he was able to concentrate wholly on the fight.

Teeth bared, body low to the ground, claws out to anchor him from a push or kick - he was an old hand at this. He didn't wait for another attack. He slashed out, aiming for the Demon's eyes with his claws, hopefully creating an injury distracting enough for him to get back into the brush and retake his element of surprise.

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He bent his head down slightly making seem as if he had been hit then he struck the young males paw as he pulled it back. He bit down deep in his paw. He snarled fiercely as he yanked him forward slightly then let go of his paw quickly going under him quickly as he whirled around about to bit into his tail. His jaws opened wide, his red teeth showing as his orange eyes started to turn red. He blinked and took a step back as he growled at him deeply with an accent. "Stay away from me... And if you see me ever again... Run." He growled at him one more time as his now red eyes started turning orange once more. He snarled as he shook his head growling at himself. "I would hide right now kid..." He snarled as his red eyes turned orange.
((Reason his eyes change and he is acting up like this. He was possed I guess? Idk the full story yet lol))

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(Since Purge is literally doing nothing but watching...I can mod the fight....which means Summer can post again.)

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((I like that idea Shiver XD ))

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((Oh, okay, never done a fight before but here goes))

Renegade:

He missed, the idiot didn't need to act, he hadn't felt the impact on his paw. With a lightning fast twist Demon turned around and sank his teeth into his wrist and jerked him around for a moment, abandoning his wrist for his tail. He felt a sharp flash of pain before the Demon was in his face again, eyes blazing orange - or red with fury and insanity.

Renegade hugged his body low to the ground, glaring up at his opponent. Insane, but a mean fighter. He showed no mercy and Renegade could already feel his wrist start to throb and bleed as Demon removed his teeth. Now he lunged, paws outstretched, poised to strike and push him onto his back, pin him under his powerful legs. His jaws followed closely, aimed for the vital throat that would be exposed once Demon was on his back.

((@shiver))