Already the End - Credo

[Maple]

Lonedrop raced along the ground. He'd been here before many times. It was dangerous, but he could handle himself. He needed some space. He loved being with Halgea again, but he needed space. He wasn't a pack wolf. He wouldn't ever be one. A different case. A loner in a pack. He slowed down. He would have to find a way to live, though. It couldn't last for the pack or him.
He looked up at the sky. A hawk was gliding away. Free and alone. They don't stick with their mates. Maybe that's what he would do. Come back to his sister only for a season. He had to keep moving. He had to keep wandering around. Whenever he stayed somewhere, he felt cooped up. He couldn't stay around there. Something about it, drove him crazy. He didn't know what.
Wind blew in his face. He stopped for a break and sat down. His eyes closed and he felt the free air all around him. He loved it. He could run anywhere. He could run far far away from everything and retry his life. But no, he couldn't. His burn scars could never disappear. His memories couldn't be buried. He couldn't leave his sister. Maybe he could escape from his past if it was dead. Never if part was alive.
His past would never follow him either. She was a beta, no way could she ever leave. No way. Sometimes he wished he had never found her. No, he didn't, but life had been so much easier before he'd met her.

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Blargh.

[Credo]

The dawn of a new day. Fresh light of the great burning star lit the earth in it's warm glow, pushing out the darkness of night. Yet, the barren lands would never be as glorious as the sun. The landscape was dry, rugged, and practically useless to sustain any life for long periods of time. A vast terrain, filled with dirt. Dirt, a stray heap of skeletal bones, and more dirt. It was merely unclaimed land for bandits, loners, and poor families to walk through.

At least, that's how most saw the barren lands.

Credo found this place soothing, in a sense. Mostly because he could relate to the land. He too, once felt useless, and his appearance was probably just as rugged. It was one of the reasons why he kept returning to this part of Kongrai. That, and finding a decent meal. The massive brute strolled along the dirt path, his nostrils flaring, taking in all the scents of his surroundings. Unfortunatly, he could not smell any other of his kind. None of his little clan that he was involved with. Not even a trace of the mighty Zentha. His limbs slowed to a hault, his fiery eyes cast down towards the ground in a confused state. Zentha.. His mind echoed his name over and over again. Credo had not seen the fierce leader in what seemed like forever. The demon kept his composure for so long, but his frayed mind had to give to his old, torturous ways sooner or later when he realized his idol was gone. The myth, had vanished into thin air, yet again.

Brutish paws stepped forward, one after the other. His ears twitched to no end as his eyes darted every which way. It was like he wasn't even in reality anymore. The only wolf that he every looked up to, the only one that he had some sense around.. just vanished. So fitting of the title 'Myth' that he held. The right-hand soldier marched on aimlessly for days on end now, awaiting for his master to return, while carrying out his name. He still brought fear upon others, telling them of Zentha's fury that will reign down upon this island. He still slayed disbelievers.. and still lusted for the taste of their flesh.

After hours of wandering, his darting eyes managed to catch a glimpse of something sprinting in the distance. His head raised in a flash, his vivid hued eyes were drawn wide open in a crazed stare. His name echoed once more as he saw the wolf race right towards him, but it couldn't be him.. this wolfs pelt was lighter than his masters. The stench that reached him proved that this wolf was male, and didn't really hold a pack scent.. though he may have traveled, or been in one for a while. Did it really matter, though? This male seemed much to carefree to be walsing around in dangerous loner lands..perhaps he needed a lesson.

"Dear sir, you should stop for a while! Play with Credo, just for a few moments," A maniacal grin spanned out across his onyx painted lips, his eyes wide, gleaming with malevolence. He began to stalk forward towards the brute as the stranger came closer. The white beast was already readying himself in a defensive stance-hackles raised, neck lowered to protect his neck, legs crouched to pounce at any moment. The cheshire grin only broadened on the demon as he drew closer, his tail lashing out in a frenzy behind him. The poor wolf was in a horrible state of mind-it was lost, and only transfixed on one thing.

"Let my poor ears hear thy scream, boy.."

[Maple]

Lonedrop was wrapped up in his thoughts, and didn't notice the other wolf coming or speaking at first. He turned around silently and saw a white wolf. Menacing words and fighting stance. How lovely. He could handle himself, though. Maybe not though, after all, he had the confidence to challenge him. Confidence came from experience. Experience came from won, and lost battles. He tensed up, his muscles and reflexes ready to react at once, but he didn't move yet. He had to be calm.
His black eyes took in this opponent. He seemed a bit bloodthirsty. That wouldn't help him, and neither would the thought, so he pushed it out of his mind for a while. Neck was protected, he was crouching. He couldn't go on top of him, he'd be thrown off. Perhaps the sides. New opportunities always showed themselves once it started, others closed. If he jumped, which he probably would, he could take a step back. That wasn't an option though.
The thoughts blinked through his mind quickly, and disappeared. He crouched lower as he (Credo, sorry) approached closely, then dashed a couple steps to his right. It seemed too soon, but he didn't care too much. They had to move. Unless one was large and powerful, one must move swiftly, never stay still like a statue. It relaxes and slows the reflexes. It also makes one stiff. He bared his teeth and almost growled. Almost. He felt like it, but it did no good. It was for tradition and intimidation. Also for commanding respect. None did any good. It wasted time.

[Credo]

At first, the other did not seem to notice the monster that stalked towards him. He kept running and running, unknowingly into Credos direction. This only fueled his unquenchable lust for ravaging others. The circumstances just tied all so well together.. he knew not of impending danger, nor did he know of his ill fate that was soon to come. He would not live to see what detiny held for him. He would not know what the future would hold for him. It was Credo's to take, and he relished the thought of being able to 'play god'. A male of Credo's caliber couldn't compare with the smaller male. Credo was made for this, eradicating the weak, the reluctant, and innocent. It was Zentha who taught him this, to prove the followers worth and strength. The right hand minion needed to be able to carry out Zenthas requirements-if he needed to slaughter another of his kind to get the message out, then Credo was the one to do it. This time, it was to be taken out on this young passerby.

Black visuals stared down the beast, while he matched it with his crazed, fiery eyes. He seemed to be analyzing him, studying every detail of his body. What good would it do, when I will decide your fate in the end? The follower had long decided to end this boy, his determination unmatched to the others of his group, unyielding. Only by his masters commands would he step down.. but where was his liege now? His king who he gave him shelter, his alpha who gave him a pack to live with; his saviour, that rescued him from his own despair. He was just him now. No one to command him to step down. No one to tell him that what he was going to do was not right. It was just him, and his unjust ways.

Those wide eyes of his watched as the other wolf crouched low, slowly approaching him head on with the intent to attack. Yet, he quickly stepped off to the side, darting at him. He seemed to take off too soon, miscalculating his timing. If he had to have held off a bit longer so he would have been closer, there would of been no way for Credo to avoid him. "Foolish boy!"The pale beast roared, his skull rolling high above his shoulders as his eyes chased the others frame. If this wolf wanted an attack, then he didn't want a cowardly one from the sides or behind. With that very thought, Credo whipped his body around, fur bristling as his jaws snapped wildly to the incoming brute. He liked the old fashioned way-head on. Though he could easier have dodged his attack, he would do no such thing. This young one needed to realize that this was no mere spar. This, was a death match. There was only one wolf coming out of this, and Credo would make sure he made his intentions clear.

The swift wolf darted towards him, and as he was just getting close enough, Credo lunged his entire body at the male. Jaws departed, threads of saliva trailed out between sharp ivories as his touge desired the crimson liquid within him. He may have speed over Credo, but the alabaster demon excelled in brute force-and sheer madness.

It would be a pleasure to show both traits off.

[ooc;; sooo sorry this took so long ! :/ honestly, I was sure I made a reply ages ago, unless it erased itself-either way, I apologize.

[Maple]

As Lonedrop dashed to the side, he sort of tripped, and to regain his balance, lunged forward a bit. He was a bit close for comfort now, and didn't want to look ridiculous, so he changed it into a full out lunge. Okay, a very bad idea, but he wasn't thinking the best at the moment, in his annoyance at his rarely-clumsy paws.
When the other wolf met him with his head, Lonedrop tried to avoid his head, and just in case opened his own set of teeth. It was good he did, because he wasn't fast enough, and didn't manage to dodge the wolf's teeth. Unfortunately, he wasn't slow enough, and the left side of his mouth managed to graze the other wolf's head. It barely did anything for this crazy white brute, except for possibly annoy him, which wouldn't be good. He was already going nuts with... Contempt? For the loner, his actions only jerked the loner's head into his body.
While this happened in only a second or two, it all seemed like eternity for him. Less than a minute into the fight, and he was failing miserably already. This wasn't good. He was used to winning fights, or at least managing to cleanly run away. It was obvious none of this was going to happen with this crazy wolf.

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I think my muse ran away to China.