BATTLE; DRAGUNOV v VYXION

[THE HELL HOUNDS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: transparent; width: 360px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] ejr hellhound tagged: maka/sage The Colloseum floor was completely devoid of life, after the summoning of the Hellhounds. All the animals now remained on the upper levfel of the concrete, roaring, barking, making noises, ready for bloodshed. The first Hellhound stood in the middle of the Colloseum, two sides of his face splitting apart from teeth like caverns. The first round was upon them, and it would be a glorious fight. We call forth the first two contestants, it's voice was horific, terrifying and so utterly inhuman. It echoed but was barely a whisper; Dragunov Viktorovitch Solokov of Kiev Ukraine, versus Vyxion Beast Alae of Arvoxses. The Hellhound waited now, for both to approach. After the two rivals granted luck to the other, the Hellhound would leave and ejr ooc; ooohyeahhh

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[atrb=background,http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee500/lukari/02-14.png] Down here it was silent, dark. Dampness pressed at his paws and weighed heavily in his joints. Upon first arriving at the Colosseum, his entourage of followers in tow, he had been in quiet awe of it's sheer swooping size. It was a great, circular shaped construction built into the side of a brimstone mountain, the topside open to the fire-raked skies. Uneven walls jutted like sharp fangs upwards, upon which grotesquely contorted gargoyles opened their snaggle-toothed maws in silent, pleading to be released from their stony torment. Dragunov had joked aloud if they had been real beings once before of flesh and blood and bone, perhaps losers from the battlegrounds below who had forfeit to the ultimate punishment. Underneath the flattened down ground that comprised the Colosseum's battle arena, the Dark Man waited. The hypogeum was a confusing maze-work of tunnels through which fresh victims, gladiators and the fierce, otherworldly monsters waited and mingled alike. Down here, in the pits, the Hellhounds were master and commander. The idea of holding such little control bothered the wolf. He had little idea of what he would face as soon as the grimy, insect faced Hell hound attendant came to him and began cranking the pully that raised his elevator up to topside but he would be ready. More then once they had bothered him for fitting of crude pieces of armor, most of which Drago refused with no more then a wary, shake of the head. But when his cold, blue eyes spied a brilliant flash amongst the pile he could not help himself. It was a shoulder guard colored with beaten gold around the edges and heavy white-gold detailing within the actual design. From there fell a sheet of gold and white gold chain-mail - gold then silver, gold then silver rings interlocking in wonderful patterns -wrapping around his right leg and attaching to a greave around the lower leg and paw, the same design of the shoulder guard. The choice was mainly cosmetic, why not make a REAL entrance afterall? The residents of the Underworld needed to be in awe of the Dark Man. But the real reason for the choice was that it was an easily maneuverable, and along the plated knuckle of the greave were three white-gold enamaled claws, several inches long, deadly and ready. So when the ground beneath his paws began to shake and heave, the shaft above his head opened to the sky and he was suddenly hauled upwards, Dragunov Solokov felt more ready then ever. Usually a creature of calm calculation the roiling of nervousness in his belly was potent and stress tightened his muscles. He could already hear the din of voices, the creak of the pullies, the absolute boom of the Hellhound referee. Everything so out of control. But he was here to make a point, make a stand. He had to blink a few times when he came into the light. A flat plain of reddish dirt lay before him, a massive arena and the voices of the spectators roared and hooted at his appearance. "Dragunov Viktorovitch Solokov of Kiev Ukraine, versus.." Drago frowned. There were no other formalities to his name, here he was just a pit-dog like the rest of them. Let them all see what a God amongst wolves could do. He gritted his teeth into a mocking smile as he surveyed the beings above him, creatures beyond his imagining, all baying impatiently. As he began to stroll across the arena towards the Hellhound his chain mail links chimed musically together. Caught up in the sights and sounds of this massive pit of death and destruction he had almost not caught the name of the beast he would be facing. And he WAS a Beast indeed. " Vyxion 'Beast' Alae of Arvoxses" Drago stopped just short, muscles growing still as his eyes stretched across the arena to see that his ears had not decieved him. There stood Vyxion. 'So they pit brother against brother.' "Clever.." Was all he uttered, unheard over the roar of the crowd. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Speech Thought TAG-- Vyxion / SPECTATORS WELCOME WORD COUNT-- 683 OOC -- Wow I'm so sorry for the wait. You won't have to worry about it anymore. MUSE-- Not bad, but we'll see.

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[atrb=background,http://i35.tinypic.com/2qvf9mo.jpg] He had been in an anxiety for the past three days- For the past three days, impatience was clawing at his insides. He could feel the tension if his innards, scratching and screaming at his mind. Three days, he had been waiting. For three days, he stood in the Colosseum, head held high and eyes proud, chest proud. For three goddamned days, he stood in an ominous stillness. He was a wolf, meant to roam the lands. Not wait on these hellhounds. He had no idea when they might appear and call forth the first constestants, and Vyxion Beast Alae had no intentions of missing the glories that would be performed. His curiosity was as strong as his trialed patience, for who would prevail until the end? It was a question Vyxion knew the wait be worth sticking through. It really was a wait worthwhile. Finally, though, the end of that third day, he saw the first hellhound. His fur had prickled with anitipation, unlike any he had ever felt. Tomorrow. It had to be tomorrow. Vyxion's smirk was devilish, almost as devil-like as the hellhounds. They were gruesome, yet deep down Vyxion felt envious of their appearance. He swallowed down the jealousy. Then, there were wolves taking him off. He knew it was time for preparation. They gave him food first; Deer meat. It was bitter, but he wolfed it down- hah!- within minutes. He felt the strength immediatly return to his body; strength much needed. He knew now, within the next couple hours, there was a chance of him being called forward. Next, they brought Vyxion to an armory, of sorts. He was against the idea; He needed no protection. However, he saw some beautiful things in there. One thing that particularly stood out was a shoulder guard- gold and silver. Vyxion let it be, though. He felt it would be unneccasary upon him, and none of the armor really stood out to him. He already had chains on his ankles, from his life above the ground. However, he saw a chest piece that would really emphasize his size, and his pride. He slipped it around his neck, and around his armpits. It was a tight, bronze peice of work with designs of ancient Rome pillars, with a large, spiraling tree. Vyxion smirked, thinking he looked rather handsome in it. Then, he was let go. He then wandered the Colosseum, making small talk here and there. He especially found the Thanatos cheetah's interesting- He made a mental note to himself to try some of their drugs someday. However, their morals were disgusting. They were twins, and had babies together? Fuckin' weirdos' they were. He also met some other interesting characters, and he made mental notes. Then, a sound unlike any Vyxion had ever heard rippled throughout the Colosseum. It was time! Vyxion's smirk spread ear to ear, as he watched the red, pink and black hellhound. His face split right down the middle, with strange teeth like substances gripping itself back together. They were strange, and well, he liked it. It's voice was distrubing, and Vyxion's ears went straight forward when they called forth his alpha. Vyxion's head cocked. Dragunov Viktorovitch Solokov of Kiev Ukraine, versus... Vyxion pittied the fool who go against his alpha. Vyxion Beast Alae of Arvoxses. Vyxion and Dragunov's eyes met, and Vyxion couldn't help but smirk at his leader across the floor. He was wearing the gorgeous shoulder guard- He saw him mouth a word, but he didn't catch it. So much for pity, Vyxion whispered to himself, the crowd's roar even making it appear mute to himself. He walked forward into the middle of the floor, the ring, where they would fight. Vyxion thought it be an even match, he truly did. However, he had no doubt that Dragunov would prevsail. Yet, he would make it hard for him. He was gonna push his leader, and push him hard. He would also have the chance to now demonstrate his true potential. When face to face with his alpha, he dipped his head in respect. Best wishes to you, and best luck to your cause, Vyxion spoke, his voice low. Then, he raised his head high, his chest out, and bared his teeth, beginning the challenge. Once more; Fuck the pity.

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Speech
TAG Dragunov/ Open for spectators
WORD COUNT 719
OOC o3o let's get it STARTED IN HAH
MUSE wayyyy up, :DD glad to see the two back in action(;

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[makolossus]

Residing just above the stadium, amongst the seating was a single pillar higher then the rest. The top of the pillar was shaped into a half dome, and fashioned into the gaping jaws of some great, ugly, beast fangs and horns and all. It almost resembled one of the tortured gargoyles that guarded the outter terraces. From here the snake could see everything and everyone. His gods-be-damned subjects. Eyes like rubies shone with fire as the first two opponants made their way onto the battlefield.'Oh how fun.. how lovely... My time to shine, mon cheri.'

As the two lightly colored wolves met in the middle of the arena, Riad felt the energy of the crowd shift from impatient to utterly rapt.. Utterly rabid. The very idea of blood was whetting their warped senses with the excitement to come. The great snake, coiled in his announcer's soundbox felt this and his muscles tensed with enigmatic fascination. Finally he pushed his head upwards, letting it sway cobra-like infront of him. His maw opened up and the Emcee spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The match-up of a lifetime occurs before you today!"

The lives of the beings before him, mortals before they had entered the realm of death, flashed up in a crude screen before his face. Their information floated as holagrams before him. They were but average wolves of the living realm, but he would bleed their moments together into the ultimate war. The spectators needed to be satisfied after all. If they were not all "hell" broke loose, pardon the puns of course. Immediately Riad chose choice points of their character to work on.

"Brothers in arms once they now seek to tear one another apart!" Boomed Riad from his perch. "What brazen defiance it is to pit a Lordly wolf against his monstrous followers. Only the Hellhounds know this cruel secret... But are you ready for blood?! Are you ready to RUMBLE!"

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[atrb=background,http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee500/lukari/02-14.png] Dragunov did not make a move. Though theatrics and grand speeches had been on his side, here in the arena they would be drowned out in the blood-curdling shouts of the demons and creatures who had gathered in the rounded stands above. His powers of persuasion here were meaningless, and for a moment the great beast began to wonder why he had even come. ' To show them the true power of a god," The idea invigorated him but he could not forget his nervousness. Above, creatures with little stature or say bayed for his bloodshed, and even the sight of the Hell Hounds, as used to it as he was, turned his stomach in the slightest. The way their heads split in twain sent a shudder of jealous resignation down his spine. Such power, though not attributing to any strength really, impressed the white lord. For they caused fear and shut down the temperaments of most normal creatures. But Dragunov was not a normal creature, not in any sense of the word. He spat on the idea of it. When the ground beyond his announcer began to give way as his elevator drew him closer to the surface a voice boomed loudly over the stadium. Drago's head was suddenly drawn upwards as his single ear twitched feverishly, taking in the silken, barritone sounds. Above them a great snake was commentating over everything, making a mockery of it all. 'He will be the first to die,' Drago confirmed as he swung he head towards the far end of the stadium. There Vyxion stood. Stepping up to one another they almost stood face to face. 'Best wishes to you, and best luck to your cause.' " And to you, Vyxion," he said faintly, his emotions stony and unreadable. "Your faithfulness will always be remembered. But these monsters have come to see a fight." With a slight grin upon his muzzle, Drago drew himself into a bow, readying himself for any blows to come. The Hellhound had left the ring, and their battle was to commence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Speech Thought TAG-- Vyxion / SPECTATORS WELCOME WORD COUNT-- 355 OOC -- I SUCK. BUT LET THE BATTLE COMMENCE MUSE-- Not bad, but we'll see.

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