I will not Bow, I will not Break

[takar]

*If you want to post your character in this thread as an observer, then please do not interrupt Takar and Tarak until the fight is over. Thank you

I Will Not Bow, I Will Not Break
I Will shut the world away
I will not fall, I will not fade
I will take your breath away
-breaking Benjamin

When Takar emerged from the tunnel in which his meeting had taken place, he immediately knew something had changed. Running back to the site of his most recent carcass, the scent of Tarak still lingered.
"Ha! I knew I could feel him... I knew I could sense that pathetic brother of mine. He will not escape his fate this day."
Anger rippled through his fur making his thick black pelt stand on end and a blood haze thick like molasses narrowed his vision.
Takar had been waiting for this day for too long. He had carefully planned and manipulated every scene and set the stage for his confrontation. Now the time had come, and the rewards were ready to be reaped.
"The Murder of my brother shall be the ultimate thrill. The light finally leaving those weak innocent eyes will be my victory."
Takar's pulse raced as his anger and adrenaline lead him away from the carcass and down the path that his brother had gone.
I will reach you soon, and when I do dear brother, it will be over. Over for you.

[krynn]

Tarak felt like the world had stopped moving.

The wind in the trees, the song of the birds, the movement of small animals and insects coming out of hibernation had all gone deaf. Or maybe it was just Tarak himself who suddenly felt that way, as if the end had come, and his worse nightmare had come out of the darkness to grab hold of his life source.
His body was frozen, and he wasn't sure if he could muster the strength to uncurl his body from the sleeping position he was in.
The strength of dread and death gripped his heart and stomach like no other feeling he had known before. An insane urge to vomit gripped his body and it was all he could do to restrain himself.
Only one word whispered through his mind, Takar
Tarak had thought he was ready for this moment. The moment when Takar and him would finally confront each other, a face down as to who would live and die. But Tarak suddenly realised he wasn't ready, and would never truly be ready for what was to come.
The one thing Takar had always held over him in a fight, was the fact that he never had anything to lose. Tarak stood to loose everything. His life, the life of others he would no longer be able to protect, his future in these lands and knowing that he never truly said goodbye to his pack and alpha, Ebony.
My fate has not been decided just yet! Takar might be more blood thirsty, but I have not lost my edge from the old days.
Getting up, Tarak knew deep down he didn't have much time left before he would hear the sinister and cryptic tones of his brother’s voice.
Running over the thin layer of snow, Tarak fled to temporarily put more distance between him and his brother. He needed to find a suitable location to fight. One that would give him as many advantages as possible.
Once found, Tarak stopped and stood facing the direction of his pursuer and waited.

[takar]

Takar's muzzle hovered over the fresh indent in the snow, saliva slowly dripping down his jaws melting the surrounding ice crystals in which each drop landed. Tarak had been here moments ago, and by the scent of fear and the tracks left behind, Takar knew that Tarak knew he was coming.
The fear from his brother’s scent sent Takar into a frenzy. He wanted blood, and he wanted it NOW. Racing off into the forest some more, Takar knew that he was just moments away from achieving just that.

A clearing came up ahead, and Takar slowed against his best wishes to run headfirst into a fight. He wanted to torture Tarak, and hurt him with words, not just with fangs and claws.
Raking his forefeet against a tree, Takar left deep groves in the bark, and felt the swell of sap emanate from the wound as the tree began to bleed. The thought of him making the trees bleed helped to spend some of his blood lust, and allow him to think more clearly.
Now Takar was ready to face his brother full on.

Walking out of the undergrowth, Takar faced Tarak.

To any other wolf, they would have looked like a mirror image, something surreal but terrifying at the same time. To the black pelts, to the fierce blue eyes and scent they were the same; yet completely different.
The forest was still and quiet, nothing moved as the brothers looked at each other, waiting to see who would speak or move first. As the moments ticked by, Takar said, "Hello Brother." and spat on the ground.

[yuluku]

Only a few nights and days had passed since she'd heard last about the twin brothers. She'd tried to keep from thinking about the two and keeping her pack life normal, but everywhere she looked the dark spell of the forest would remain in her sences and remind her that there was to be a fight. To Yul, it didn't matter who won, she just wanted everything normal. One would win in glory, and the other would take a few fall and run off into never never land... Right? Or are they really willing to go as far as death? She thought and Yul remembered that look in Takar's eyes, the vengance not of pain or words, but of bloodlust and want for the death of his brother. She kringed at the thought as she ran through the wood. Who'd ever think to kill their own brother? Yul scented the air, catching only the fatest smell of the two, lucky for the wonderful nose she had, and the speed the gods will had granted to her.

Then she came along, the stench so much filling the air.. fear, anger, hate, revenge...sadness, She could feel it, all of the prey, no where to be found. The only sign of life she saw up ahead was two large, black figures. Both identical. Yul shot down to crouch in the far away bushes, she'd not want to be seen or interferred. She was just curious, but more than curious, Odysseus' curiosity almost that lead her here. She couldn't tell who was who until the one spoke, and spat at the other. Then she knew it, Takar and Tarak. Left and Right. She'd fixed her stare and shivered in her skin waiting for the results of this poisonous mixture.

[krynn]

"Hello Takar.
Unlike his brother, Tarak did not spit on the ground or shout a profanity. Showing that kind of behaviour would only spur his bother on.
"How is father these days? Long dead I presume by your own hand." Taraks voice was defensive and on edge. He knew Takar had been waiting for this for a long time, and that this petty talk at the beging was just that: the beginning.
A slight breeze whispered through the trees and the dormant wolves in the area had noticed there reunion. Tarak could not bother acknowledging their presence though, Takar would take the first opening he could.
Looking into his brother’s face, Tarak did not see himself.
The wolf in front of him with fierce grey-blue eyes and an almost always present snarl portrayed on his face was nothing like him.
Tarak could never understand why Takar hated to the extent he did, and this last confrontation would be the only opportunity for him to get an answer.
He had to bide his time however, Tarak would get no such answers from his brother without first playing his game.

[Kaan]

The small creature pulled himself from out of the secret tunnel, his red body clashing against the half-melted snow on the ground. He was thankful for the coming of spring, because that meant warmer weather, and warmer weather was a paradise for the Ethiopian.

The wolf shook himself, flicking dirt from his ears and shaking the wetness from his paws. He had been told by his master that he was to watch Takar, and to help the wolf if he needed it. Although he knew the kerl would not ask for assistance, he would maybe ask for Kaan to retrieve something or to give a message to someone.

"Watch him Kaan. If there is any chance that he will betray us, return with the warning immediately. But, if he stays true to his word, you will be our witness. "

The wolf remembered the Fae's words as she had spoken them, and he had agreed immediately, followed by praise for his job well done once again. But now the wolf had spotted the two, and for a moment he was confused because of the double image he saw before him. He assumed that Takar had found his brother.

The small creature smiled, slinking along the trees and standing some distance off behind Takar. He could tell which is which from their facial expressions.

"Takar will win! Rip his fur off!" Kaan cheered, sitting down with his body vibrating in excitement.

[nanuq]

Nanuq had followed Kaan and Yul. She lay in a grassy spot a little bit a way from the agry pair. She liked fighting with words. But these to seemed to want to fight to the death with claws and theathy. Nunaq smiled to herself when Kaan cheered. She found it funny that he did not seem to be speeking differently then everyone else when he spoke in short sentences. She turned back to the fight. She was annoyed that Takar could be so blood thirstly. He was an idiot. She said that out load to, but not loud enough to hear.

[takar]

"How is father these days? Long dead I presume by your own hand."

It was so like his brother to bring things like that up, little did Tarak know that that was one of the biggest reasons he hated his brother and was here for blood."Oh Sweet Tarak..." Takar said playfully but ruthlessly, "How dare you bring something like that up." He ended in harsh tones, his hate leaking through every word. "Constantine is still breathing. But you shouldn't care. After all you are a deserter, a cheap nothing, weak little pup who runs away from his troubles. I should have pity on you, but you know just as well as I, that I am not capable of compassion."
Snapping his jaws together, Takar snarled. "I should drag you back to Constantine half alive so he can finish you off. And I would, except I am too greedy to share."

"Your greed and blood lust will be the end of you Takar. It is for every wolf who only seeks solace through murder and death. No sane wolf would stay, and my leaving was predicted from the beginning. Its a shame father favoured me for some reason, and not you; his splitting image." Tarak was cool and direct, this tone strong and defiant.
"And you are sadly mistaken Takar. It will not be me who dies today, it will be YOU.

Tarak had taken all the time he could without giving Takar the impression he was stalling. It was important that Tarak start the fight, and not give his blood thirty twin the satisfaction of lunging first.
His moment came just as he finished his speech, and sounds of a cheer echoed from the trees. Takar's ears had swivelled back, attention momentarily not 100% on Tarak. This would be his only chance.
His hind legs dug into the earth as he propelled himself forward, covering the few feet that had separated him from his brother. A feral snarl broke through his lips, as the slightly surprised Takar lunged forward to meet him half way.

[krynn]

Takar knew he had made the first mistake when he was distracted by a sound of cheering. His ego had gotten ahead of him like it sometimes did. But just before Takar lunged forward to meet his twin head on, he allowed himself a small smile. His brother was finally growing up, too bad it would have to be cut short.
The cliche finish to his brothers speech pissed him off, and without further ado was cast back into his bloodthirsty state of mind.
Takar felt as he lunged forward the sudden rush of his pelt moving with the momentum and his hind feet digging into the frozen layers of top soild, still hard from the recent snows.
The clash let loose a spine numbing sound of snarls and screaming as Takar found a momentary hold on his brothers shoulder, shaking his head viciously managing to rip chunks of fur from his brothers pelt. Tarak however had sunk his fangs into Takar's collarbone and even though the pressure wasn't enough to snap the bone, it had Takar re-thinking his position. Brining up his fore-foot forward, Takar slashed at Taraks muzzle as he fought to getter a better hold on his brother's neck and loosen the rip on his collar bone.
Ducking under Takar's swing, Tarak let go of his grip on Takar to advance from a different approach.


*Sorry for the lame post before this one, didn't quite turn out as I intended. I will post more of the fight everyday until it is over now.

[krynn]

Tarak didn't have time to think long enough to strategise a good plan against his brother, it was just enough for him to keep up with constant slashes and biting to stay on his feet.
But then something did come to mind. Takar relied mostly on his reputation and straightforward brutal attacks to overcome his victims. He demoralized them; beat them mentally and then physically to win. But what it Tarak changed his defensive attacks, to offensive attacks. The difference would be not to care so much for his own safety and concentrate more on killing his brother. Tarak knew that was how his brother thought and fought. With his opponents always on the defensive, he was able to think ahead and eventually find an opening.
The decision was instant in Tarak's mind, and he knew changing his fighting style would be very risky, but it was the only card left in his hand.
Pivoting on his hind legs, Tarak lunged forward at full speed after he had just broken away. But instead of lunging for the facial and neck area like he had done the first time, Tarak went for Takar's hind legs. He wanted to wear his brother down and slow his movements which would allow Takar to become defensive, and give Tarak the opportunity he needed.

[Kaan]

The small ball of red skittered along the edge of the trees, his large black eyes twinkling as he watched the wild skirmish of black fur. The cries and growls caused Kaan himself to become riled, and he began to bark in his excitement. He was surprised that the other brother was the one who had lunged first, for he was sure that Takar would dart for the first blow. Perhaps Tarak had more gull than Kaan thought.

The shaking creature danced once again to another location, seeking a perfect position to get a good sight at the quarrel. His audits twitched with anxiety, and his tail wagged vigorously behind him. The Ethiopian was having trouble keeping still as he watched the dreadful fight insue, though his hair was standing on end with his pleasure.

"Yes, Takar will win. Kaan will see it with his eyes, and then that will be one from Shinook and Amithyst.." the small creature mumbled to himself as his bright eyes twitched to the fight. "Lakota must be next, Master!" Kaan called out to Takar, his body quivering.

[yuluku]

Yuluku watched as Tarak drove in first, a sneaky catch. She had a hard time immersing the words of what they were saying; as if all of her senses were dulling. She heard the words of threat and denial. What arrogance, and Yuluku remembered that when she first met him, that sure thought that he would find his brother, fight him and win. Yul's eyes glared, she must have said she wanted both of them to win, she cared for both, and felt sympathy for both. But it wasn't just curiosity that killed the cat, it was the arrogance in it that makes it think it can survive.

Then she yelling from not too far away, a reddish coat, and there she knew. A member from her own pack, Kaan. So there had been others actually in her pack that have helped with the tweed wrath of Takar. Yul looked around and smelt before she saw yet another member, Nanuq, and she was almost surpriesed to see the young fae. Well it looked like the whole of Lakota had been here! All but Z'ev. Then she heard Kaan say another thing that made her fur tingle in anger, but yet fear.

"Lakota must be next, Master!"

Her eyes shot straight to the Omega, her skin tingling in wrath, "That traitor!" She said quietly to her self, then yelled, "How dare you wish death on you own pack! I will tear you to shreads myself Kaan you fool! You shall not lay a single paw on Lakota!" Her fur stoold on end, and she suddenly hoped deep inside that Tarak would just rip the troat out of Takar, she could already see the blood and gore into it. But she didn't say no more, remembering that she was being a rude audiance and went to watch the fight again, and keeping an eye on Nanuq hoping she'd step up against the evil pair aswell. She quietly wispered, head bowed, "Fernis! Fernis, Tor! Tor! If you hear me, grant all of my safety and strength to whom in need....." She stayed still, standing for a moment and wrote complying to Z'ev first thing once this was over.

[Kaan]

"How dare you wish death on you own pack! I will tear you to shreads myself Kaan you fool! You shall not lay a single paw on Lakota!"

A femme voice called out, and Kaan looked up with a twisted smile on his maw. So he was finally found out? No matter, it was already too late, and soon the Kin and all who followed would rule the land.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm!" he almost purred, his lanky body slinking around as he paced back and forth. His black eyes stayed transfixed on the Fae from across the way. Yuluku was her name; such a nosy little wolf. "She has been blind this whole time to what is real, you see, because Kaan has been hiding in the shadows with thee..." The menacing rhymes were haunting and caused a chill to shiver even up his own spin. Though it was not fear, but pleasure that brought about this shaking.

He began inching closer to the wolf, his small eyes crazed in his excitement. "She barks, she meows, she brays, she purrs..." Kaan said, circling around the frenzy of tooth and claw. "But in the end Fenris will lead you... mangy Cur..." he murmured, stopping abruptly and winding back again. "Do not fight it she who sits, just join the new Shinook, and together they will witness the turn of a new world..."

[yuluku]

((Takar and Tarak, this will most likely be the last post in this thread, I dont want kaan and I to brawl and take yourguyz' spotlight.. haha sorry :) )


Yuluku took her eyes off the brothers brawl and fixed them on Kaan, her anger slowly going down in the depths where a much knew force of emotion was crowding her, "Blind? Of course I wasn't! I always had suspected it was you. Cus' it couldn't be from the other packs, and I knew it wasn't Nanuq or Z'ev. I can tell faith when I see it, I just never knew you'd find to kill you own pack." She said it as a plan, even though it was set up like an excuse. "Trust me, you weren't the only one to work with Takar." Not a position of battle stance came from her and she stood normal, like as if she were on a Sunday stroll, "If you think I'm going to fight, think again. I don't choose sides! For who can anyone trust?" A smile arouse on her maw, "Cur! Ha! You have no right Kaan, for thy am not as cowardly or spiteful as you." She spat the words almost as if they tasted like modly bread. She then turned to find a new spot at the edge of the clearing, keeping one eye on the brawl, and one eye ahead. She had no use for anyone. She knew she was being a bit to arrogant and unheadly, but none of that seemed to matter at the moment.

[takar]

PS>! before you read! if you don't like death and blood, only read half way!

The rain had started to patter the ground as the two wolves fought for survival, and as the long anticipating moments passed, the rain came down harder and harder soaking the coats of the two wolves and making the ground slick and wet.

~*~

Takar had noticed the sudden change in Taraks attacking behaviour, but had not thought much of it at first. Takar was used to being the one on top and had assumed he would quickly turn the tables to become offensive again. But Tarak seemed to have outsmarted him for now.
The constant biting and tripping to his back legs while fighting was causing Takar to loose his footing, and was tiring him down. Now as the ground became slicker and the mud deepened Takar knew he was going to be in trouble soon if he didn't get a better position.

~*~

Tarak kept his assault strong as he slowly wearied his brother down, push, shove, bit at a time. It was a slow process and Tarak was beginning to feel the excursion in his muscles. He wanted the fight to end soon, but Tarak knew he was far from any victory. Takar was growing more desperate and angry at his attacks which began to make his brother more dangerous then at the beginning of the fight.

The slick ground was making it harder for Tarak to make his small attacks swift and accurate, and Takar was beginning to notice that as well.
As Tarak came forward again from Takar's right hand side, his brother fell on the ground. Without thinking Tarak came forward with his attack, but realised when it was too late, that his brother was just pretending.
Sliding in the deep mud, Tarak became trenched in the growing mud hole while his brother rolled, twisting around and gained his feet. Now with a large opening avalible, Takar took the opportunity to land a nasty bit on Tarak's ribcage. The crunch of broken bone caused Tarak to howl out in pain.
His brother once again had the upper hand on him, and Tarak slowly realised he had a mortal wound. Screaming in furry, Tarak let out the most demonic sound of rage and furry before leaping out of the muck landing with his two paws on Takar's back. Tarak secured his jaws on the back of Takar's neck and squeezed as hard as he could, trying to sever his brothers spine.

~*~

Takar's eyes got bigger as he felt his brother suddenly on top him, a demonic sound escaped Tarak's throat and he knew this was to be the last leg of the battle.
The pressure on his neck was extream, and he almost feared to move lest he do something to add to the life grip Tarak had on him.
Letting his knees buckle under him, Takar rolled onto his back trying to shake his brother off. But that was a mistake. Tarak did let go, but at the same time tried to get out from underhim, used his back paws to scrape fur, flesh and blood from Takar's body. The pain was intense, and the two brothers lay a few meters apart from each other struggling to breath.

~*~

Tarak's vision was slowly fading in and out as he lay, barley able to sit up anymore. His broken rib had penetrated his lungs, and he knew instinctively he had not much time left.
A slow, weak wine escaped his bloodied mouth. Tarak didn't want to loose, he needed to take his brother down with him no matter what.
We were born together, two mishaps in a world not ready for us. Now we must die together. I will not allow my darker half to live on as I die.
Gaining the strength he needed from his last moments of determination, Tarak got to his legs, shaking and barely able to stand.
The sound of rain was so loud it drummed everything out; the world was just revolving around Tarak and Takar.
He knew his brother thought he was done for and didn't hear him slowly approaching. His brother had always underestimated him.
Now he was going to pay.

~*~

Takar smiled to himself, his brother was dying and now he just had to slowly watch him die. His dreams come true at last. But the sound of paws approaching, the loud sucking noise of mud letting loose ripped him from his allusions. Takar hadn't realised how determined his brother really was, and now, as Takar looked over his shoulder, and sound of alarm broke through his lips. But there was no where to go, no he could not move fast enough to avoid Tarak's final lunge. One that had Tarak's strong jaws lock around his throat.
Takar didn't even have time to think any last remaining words as his brother bit down, crushing his windpipe and his life blood seeped onto the ground.

~*~

Tarak let go of his brothers limp body, too exhausted to hold on anymore. Turning away from his mirror image, Tarak struggled to walk away. He didn't know where he was headed but he just didn't want to be anywhere near his brother’s dead form.
It was a slow process, but Tarak made it to the bushes on the far side of the clearing, and finally allowed himself to lay down.
His head lay on the ground in one of the few spots where the mud had not become too thick.
His conscious became a blur, and his breathing rasped. But Tarak no longer noticed. The gray dawn was waking, and the rain was slowing down. It would sunny soon and the first days of spring had yet to be. But something caught his eye, just as his vision faded to black. A small little flower had poked his head through the frozen ground, and Tarak smiled. He got to see spring after all.
At the end of all things, Tarak didn't think about what would be or could be. He felt joy at having lived his life the way he had wanted too, and was dying a hero. His brother was dead, and could no longer wreak havoc upon the packs. His pack was safe and that’s all that mattered.
Tarak felt like he was slowly sinking into a deep sleep. The pains of his body and mind became numb, and he breathed his last breath before fading from the world altogether.
Someone... remember me.

~*~

The crow that had been following Takar through the land, sat on a branch high up in the evergreen tree. It had watched the whole affair, and the outcome ruffled his feathers. "It wasn't supposed to be this way!" It cawed through the trees, drawing in other birds from the area. Takar had promised his master lots, and now that he was dead what then?
The crow was not from here, but from where the brothers had originated. It would be a long journey home, full of disappointment of which he knew would rest on his wings.
Looking down, the two black bodies of the brothers lay in the mud. The light breeze ruffling there black fur.
The Crow broke out into song, is throaty voice travelling on the wind.

"Where once was light, now darkness falls.
Where once was love, love is no more.
Don't say goodbye.
Don't say I didn't try.

These tears we cry,
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us,
The hurt, the blame.
And we will wait
To be so alone.
We are lost,
We can never go home.

So in the end,
I'll be what I will be,
No loyal friend,
Was ever there for me.
Now we say goodbye,
We say you didn't try.

These tears you cry,
Have come too late.
Take back the lies,
The hurt, the blame.
And you will wake
When you face the end alone.
You are lost,
You can never go home.

You are lost"

Ending his song, the black bird took to the winds, hopefully to never return.

ps. the song is by Emiliana Torrini