ORIGIN

He was far from Orion but now that he had followers he could afford to be away. He wanted to go out and see the goings on of the cave, to recruit and destroy any that stood before him. His hooves clattered against the stony ground as he meandered through familiar territory. It had been a while since he'd been in Polaris, the last time he and Arkrael had come. His ears pinned back momentarily at the thought of the dark she-wolf. She was the Deceiver. He should only think of her in hatred with fury in his heart but... He could not. He remembered her now as he stood on the bank of the river. When he'd kissed her... He remembered when he kissed Clover as well. It ended in disaster. Was everything he touched doomed to end terribly? He'd wanted to open his heart to Arkrael and she'd betrayed him. He'd wanted to open his heart to Clover and she'd... vanished. Not quite gone away but the Pure One he'd come to love was no longer there, now she was Tainted. Only the fact that she was the perfect specimen of deer held him to her. Everything was terrible... Everything was bad. The gods were toying with him and he was growing tired of it.

The stag stared at his haggard reflection in the blue waters. Eyes narrowed as he stared at his once-handsome face, now burned and scarred because of that damned bear. He would have his revenge. Yes. He would have his revenge on them all! They would all perish under his hoof! He would have this entire cave before it was all over with. All would bow to his will or be destroyed. The stag snorted at his reflection and then turned harshly at a sound behind him. Or... was it really a sound? Of late he'd been hearing things, distant echoes of the past and the laughter of his brother. It was driving him up a wall!

"Who is there?! Show yourself and stop playing your stupid games. The Lord is not pleased." He barked out aggressively. He cared not who it was or even if anyone was there. If it was the former he would apologize or react accordingly and if it was the latter he would go back to his musings.

A new scent filled Polaris, tauntilizing his senses until Damian had finally given in to his intrigue. Paws prowled across Polaris, carrying him on all fours along the rivers edge. It was a deer. A deer that smelled rather delicious. A dark smirk curled across his features. Large wings spread out in excitement, almost as if they were ready to lift him right off the ground and send him soaring across the cavern to reach his destination much quicker.

Silently he lurked in the shadows as he came upon the creature. The large stag stood on the other side of the river, staring at his own reflection. He sneered at the creature quietly, curling his lips back to expose his fangs. He would have been more excited to see the stag, had it not bore a gem upon his chest. However, did that really matter? He was a beast, a creature of his own volition. He could eat what ever he damn well pleased and this stag, if it turned out the way his mind pondered, would make a great meal to fill his ever hungry stomach.

As the stag suddenly moved, bellowing his words out aggressively, Damian pushed his audits into attention and listened. A lord? As if such a trivial creature as this stick eater could ever be a lord. He smirked and finally chose to pull himself from the shadows. "What kind of Lord doesn't like a few games?" His voice was deep and rolled with a particular menace. He looked the stag over, neigh curious about the burns on his face yet he said nothing more. Simply waiting for the stag to respond.



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His ears twitched to and fro as he tried to locate the sound of the creature that was hiding cowardly in the shadows. Finally he heard the slick voice slimy with a threatening coating. The stag did not appreciate this. No one threatened him, especially not this thing. Hasira's eyes narrowed as his head turned towards the left to track the movements of the strange wolf-like thing. With its dark coat and canine-like features it reminded him of Arkrael but that was where the resemblance ended. It had a pair of wings on its back with ugly amber eyes and strange forepaws. Hasira didn't like how unnatural it looked and how it spoke to him. Obviously it was a carnivore and one of the lowest carnivores at that... a hybrid. Two disgusting carnivores that had bred to produce an even bigger monstrosity.

He tossed his antlers with annoyance before saying in a near growl, "The same kind of Lord that thinks you carnivores are all disgusting beasts. Especially your type, mutt!" He stamped one hoof down forcefully, enunciating his next few words. "Now that you are done with those games bow down or be beaten down. I am in no mood to play coy with your type. You will either show me the proper respect or I will beat it into you." Or kill him... Either way he didn't care.

Amber eyes glinted venomously as the stag spoke again and DAmian kept his dark, alluring smirk upon his features. So it was that kind of stag. Dark laughter rolled through his throat, peeling his lips back to expose his deadly fangs as he laughed. "Oh, my dear morsel," He began as he rose to his hind legs, standing to his full height. "I bow to no one!" He bellowed, his voice snarling into a roar as his wings flared out accordingly.

Again he smirked, eyeing down at the creature across the river from him. "If that pathetic she wolf could not even hold her own against me, what makes you think you can? If you want my respect," By this point Damian's hackles were standing on end, the fur trailing down to the base of his tail beginning to bristle just as well, "Then you better put some fucking effort into earning it!" His emotions were swaying back and forth. Once amused, to anger from his audacity, and straight back to being amused.

"Perhaps it is YOU who should bow to me," His chest rumbled, eyes glued onto the stag as the pupils in his eyes began to thin into predatory slits. This stag dare challenge him? Demanded that he bow to his ugly carcass as if he deserved that kind of respect from Damian. He would soon learn no one would even see Damian bow down to them.



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Hasira's eyes narrowed further as he watched the wolf-creature stood to its full height. It was absolutely massive but Hasira refused to bow. Nothing could scare him, not threats, not oversized wolves, and not even death. He didn't care about anything anymore, really. He would fight and fight until he could fight no more if he had to, just to prove that he was the superior creature in this situation. He didn't appreciate the words that spewed from the canine's mouth and in return he lowered his antlers, an obvious threatening gesture.

She-wolf? Was he talking about Arkrael? She was the only wolf he could think of at the moment and the only one he could imagine standing up to the wolf-creature. He hadn't beaten her before but that was certainly a fluke. "For starters, I am no pathetic she-wolf. I am a noble herbivore unlike you and any of your kin. I should have to earn nothing because you should respect a creature greater than yourself and bow down, cur." The stag pawed at the earth and took a step towards the river, eyes locked onto the wolf-thing as he tapped into the magick of his now-red gem.

"Not happening..." He said lowly as he attempted to move the water around the mutt. "You. Will. BOW!" With his surge of magick he attempted to freeze the water around the wolf-creature's legs in an attempt to make him fall forward by freezing his feet and legs to the ground.

"Pft, I do not have any Kin ya bag of meat," Damian snorted a response, first ignoring Vazi's claim of not being a she-wolf. "You like to bark a lot don't ya, you little pissant," Damian snarled when the stag once again respect a creature greater than himself. There was no one greater! Well, perhaps Raheerah would be, but that dragon didn't count. Not in Damian's book anyways. Muscles tenseed wheen the stag bellowed at him again and his gaze quickly shot down towards the water that was beginning to move around his legs.

His chest clenched tight when it suddenly froze and he nearly lost balance. Quickly his mind worked before he demanded his magic to work. He could heat up the stupid ice and melt it and thhen he would go and sink his fangs into that wretched stag! He would soon know the disaster he was about to face. His gem flashed to life, sending a strange sensation up his hip and within an instant the air around him began to rise in temperature, melting the ice around his pawed feet just enough for him to break free. "You are nothing but common prey!" Damian roared as he crouched and suddenly sprung at the stag, his wings helping carry him across the river and towards the stag he so suddenly needed to sink his fangs into.

{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
DAMIAN v. HASIRA
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

{ ATTEMPT }

~melt ice and lung at the stag

{ DEFENSES }

~none.

{ INJURIES }

~ prior injuries;;

• none

~ current injuries;;

• Currently none.
  
• ~

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