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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 7, 2008 21:28:48 GMT -5
Shadow almost caught himself being surprised, but stopped the foreign emotion before it could progress. He moved back, baring his fangs to catch Phobia as the other cat charged. But, in a rare situation, he was caught just a bit off-guard. He felt the same pain that he had inflicted on his opponent just seconds before, sharp deadly fangs in his fragile throat. He raised a heavily clawed paw to injure the other's head as much as possible while moving in an attempt to shake the other loner off. This battle was close, too close for comfort. If it got much worse, the black tom would abandon his pride and retreat - quickly. There was no point in being killed; much more was wasted in that case than in the instance of retreat.
ooc: Agreed. Consider Shadow now horribly injured.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 10, 2008 23:49:01 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell tom was completely numb to the claws that scored across his face, ripping through that thin flesh and causing blood to drip into the loner's eye. He kept his grip on the other's throat firm, but the feline was making it hard because of that constant wriggling. Phobia finally released him, backing up a few paces and stopping suddenly. Despite that rush that was coursing through his body he could tell Shadow was ready to give up and he didn't mind. As long as that black-pelted loner knew what Phobia could do to him he didn't care, but he still had the urge to keep the fight going. Shadow was tough, he'd give him that, but that couldn't compete with him, that couldn't go against insanity. Phobia looked at the black-eyed tom and frowned. Don't tell me you're done already, he hissed mockingly. He knew that his injuries were getting to the verge of fatal and he also knew that his body probably couldn't handle any more serious wounds, but something in his mind wanted so badly to finish off the black tom.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 12, 2008 20:33:23 GMT -5
"Why not be?" was his only response, and though his breathing was even he slowed his step. He wouldn't not defend himself, of course, but the willingness to fight was ebbing away from him, following his scarlet blood. It flowed freely from his neck, matting the deep black fur around it. He knew the wound wasn't fatal, but continuing to battle would be stupid. Shadow knew to always stop before it was too late to run away, especially with a cat like Phobia. If the insane feline attacked again, relentless, Shadow planned to call a retreat. They had matching casualties, the two armies, but Phobia apparently either valued his life less or his pride more than Shadow did. For some reason the ebony-eyed tom was careful with that one thing - his life - and nothing else. It was an odd quirk, no other way to explain it. Shadow didn't mind the pain of his neck wound, using the throbbing to measure how bad his injury was. He deduced that stopping the fight now would be best. He stared into Phobia's eyes, half hoping that the crazy bloodlust would drain from the other's optics. It didn't really matter - running away would work fine, too.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 13, 2008 15:30:50 GMT -5
Phobia gave him an annoyed look, scowling very heavily at the black loner. Tch, whatever. He growled, tail lashing to and fro. If Shadow wanted to be a coward, then fine, let him go in a corner and cry about how bad his injuries are. He could tell that his opponent didn’t plan on losing his life anytime soon, and that on the outside; he looked as though he were almost afraid to lose it. The tortoiseshell’s molten amber orbs glowed dangerously as he stared down the feline. He thought about if Shadow had decided to flee instead of give up – which looked to be the case now – he would’ve chased him down and shoved his unsheathed claws down his throat. What kitty-pet of a loner runs away?! Certainly not Phobia and for the other’s own sake; hopefully not Shadow.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 17, 2008 10:59:56 GMT -5
Shadow didn't really know whether or not this meant I'm about to attack or alright, the fight is over, so he stayed on his guard. There was no point in asking; if the other tom was going to attack he would attack. Actually, there really wasn't much of anything interesting to say, and Shadow wasn't really the kind to say things that pretended to be interesting. He could perhaps compliment Phobia on his fighting skills, but such a comment would be pointless - the insane loner already knew he was good at battling and Shadow wasn't just going to say something for the sake of it. So he watched his reflection in the other cat's amber orbs, watching with soulless uncaring at the annoyance in the tortoiseshell's pools.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 28, 2008 16:28:15 GMT -5
Phobia continued his irritated notions for only a few moments longer before his lips curled up once more, showing a row of discolored fangs. He suddenly started laughing, he laughed and he laughed and he laughed; the kind of contorting series of giggles that made your skin crawl. The tom finally stopped in mid-amusement, grin still plastered on his bloodied muzzle. Next time we fight, dearest Shadow, it will be until the other is a pile of fur and bones. With that warning he gave another chuckle and lifted a claw to his own throat, mocking a fatal slice to the neck. The tortoiseshell loner then turned and motioned to leave. He desperately wanted to fight even more and it took him everything he had to not just go and pile drive the black loner’s skull into the nearest tree.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 28, 2008 16:39:05 GMT -5
"If you want so desperately to be crow-food, next time I will oblige." Shadow smiled and laughed only once, a low tone that had no resemblance to the maniacal giggling of Phobia. Shadow's tail flicked back and forth lazily, and his eyes followed, as if carelessly, while the other tom started to leave, back to Shadow's colorless features. The black tom wasn't sure whether Phobia was done or about to turn around, and hoped for the first. A fight would either kill them both or leave the lucky winner terribly injured. There was no point in such a fray, because Shadow didn't want to be dead or gravely hurt. Shadow's muscles were tensed, ready to defend, but also ready to quickly retreat. Running from a fight would cause the insane loner to most likely chase Shadow, seek him out, and Shadow wasn't one to live life hiding. If Phobia wanted one of them to die, one of them would. But that was a bridge to deal with if he came to it, because Shadow didn't like worrying about the future. So he waited, unnoticably crouched, watching Phobia's tortoiseshell back.
OOC: I'd love to have a huge fight, but we both love our characters too much...
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 28, 2008 17:35:49 GMT -5
OOC: Though - at some point - it would be nice if we had an all out brawl ya know. With them ending up like killing each other. x.x
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 29, 2008 16:53:12 GMT -5
OOC: Agreed. It's so fun to write fight when you don't have to RP excuses for why you're character's still okay. Are we done the thread?
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 29, 2008 18:16:19 GMT -5
OOC: I do believe so. :3
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