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.:*Old friends*:.

The black wolf sneered as he watched Dieagon throw his new chew toy to safety. ‘How dare he!’ Black hissed under his breath
He pushed himself forward with all the energy he had left, launching himself into Dieagon with a surprising amount of force. The black wolf sunk his teeth into Dieagon’s back leg biting harder with each yelp Dieagon let out. Dieagon twisted his body and gripped the black wolf’s ear tearing a large part of it off. The intruder immediately released him and slunk backwards a bit. He had warded off his attacker pretty quickly, but not quite quickly enough. A large red line was appearing around his left foot, the wound was deep and was beginning to bleed heavily now. Unfortunately The black wolf noticed it too. His stance suddenly changed and he regained a large portion of his confidence.

‘Hehehe, looks like you got a nasty little owie there my friend” he was panting heavily, tying his best to catch his breath before the next attack.
Dieagon lowered his head and snarled “Who are you? What business do you have with our pack?”
“What business? Wh.. what bu-siness??” he burst out laughing in mid-sentence “why I’m surprised at you, you don’t remember me? At all? Tsk tsk, how disappointing!”
Dieagon’s snarl grew louder and deeper “WHO… ARE… YOU”
“oh, no need to get angry old friend, let me just jog your memory then. You remember the last great battle you had with a certain powerful wolf? Magnificent creature, well worth…”
“Yes!” Dieagin interrupted, annoyed with this flashback “Get on with it!”
“alright, alright! Do you remember when you killed that wolf and dragged his carcass into the open? Do you remember how you humiliated him and his pack? How you destroyed a great leader and alpha? Do you remember? DO YOU?” his voice got louder and his tone harsher
“Yes, I remember! He deserved it! He was a murder! NO, a masochist and a sadist! He should…”
“HE WAS NOT! He was a great wolf AND A WONDERFUL FATHER!”
Dieagon lifted his head “What? But… I…”
“yea, now you remember don’t you! NOW YOU REMEMBER! I was that pathetic little puppy scrambling up the hill calling for my daddy! I AM ASMODAI, SON OF ABBADON! and now… now it’s my turn… I can’t bring him back, But I can tear you to pieces… yes… that will make me feel far better” a dark smile washed over him as his eyes fell once more on Dieagon’s bleeding foot.

Dieagon lowered his head again and readied himself for the attack “Well then Asmodai, I guess I’ll have to kill you just like I did your father. We really don’t need another weak link like him in the world!” His taunt cut into Asmodai, blinding him with rage and anger… just the advantage Dieagon needed.

Asmodai was the first to pounce with Dieagon pouncing milliseconds after. They collided in mid air, jaws gnashing and feet scratching at each other. Asmodai was the first to touch ground again, his large paws had barely made contact before he launched himself upwards again unbalancing Dieagon slightly. Dieagon regained his balance and landed smoothly, rearing backwards so he could get some momentum into his next jump. He pulled his legs back and released them as if they were powerful springs, hitting Asmodai- who was still on his hind legs- in the chest. Dieagon managed to grab hold of Asmodai’s chest just slightly below the neck. Asmodai was knocked off his feet and fell quickly to the ground causing a small cloud of dust to rise into the air. Ceasing the opportunity Dieagon began to tear his hear from side to side making Asmodai yelp in pain. Luckily for Asmodai Dieagon had missed his neck, otherwise he would have been killed there and then. Asmodai began snapping at Dieagon’s neck and back finally finding a resting place for his teeth just behind Dieagon’s ears. Dieagon was overwhelmed with pain. He had no choice but to let go. He was rendered utterly powerless.

Asmodai began to laugh to himself, his grip tightening and loosening as he chuckled. What was so funny? What was there to laugh at? This is WAR! Dieagon was confused as to why Asmodai was laughing but was rather glad he was. He felt when asmodai’s grip loosened and quickly turned his head forcing Asmodai’s jaw to open wider (wider than it normally should at least) Asmodai pulled back ripping his jaws loose from the excruciating pain. Several red lines began appearing on Dieagon’s face, Asmodai had torn his skin right open, but at least he was free from that vice grip.
“hmm, you’re proving to be far more of a challenge than I thought” taunted Asmodai “but it seems to me like you’re slowing down a bit” the laughed under his breath again.

It was true, the wound on Dieagon’s leg was slowing him down terribly, not to mention the blood from his head wounds was beginning to drip down into his eyes causing to lose a bit of his vision. Even in his state of excruciating pain he refused to give up. He decided to play Asmodai’s game a bit too. He smiled cruelly and also laughed lightly
“looks to me as though you’re not doing so well yourself. Seems you really do have no heart, I’ve checked already, but then again you probably didn’t even hear what I said huh one eared wonder!” he lowered his head again and chuckled to himself. Asmodai was bleeding from the would on his chest and his ear had been almost totally torn off, only a small piece remained. He snarled brutally and assumed the attack position.
‘he can deal it but he can’t take it’ thought Dieagon to himself.

Dieagon was the first to attack, taking a high leap in hopes of hitting Asmodai in the back again; unfortunately Asmodai was quick to counter his attack readying himself for a powerful leap. He rocketed himself forward hitting Dieagon hard in the chest. To his delight he heard two soft cracking sounds, he had managed to break a few ribs. Pain shot through Dieagon’s body and he yelped loudly. He landed with a loud hollow thud, rolled slightly then stopped near the foot of the cliff. That last hit was brutally painful, he couldn’t even will himself to get up now. Asmodai sauntered over to admire his work.
“not so tough now huh great leader?? HUH???” he seemed to enjoy taunting his victims. He reared onto his back legs and pounded against Dieagon’s chest with his large fore paws, successfully cracking a few more ribs “Now… who’s… the… weak… link!!” he cried as he proceeded to beat Dieagon.

He stepped back to admire his work, smiling in a sadistic way. Dieagon was lying motionless on the floor, his chest barely moving. Just breathing hurt. A small trickle of blood flowed from his mouth and nose, he knew this was his end. He lay there, almost glad to be gripped by death, everything seemed to fade away slowly, graciously even his pain.

This was it, the last battle of a great warrior and leader, and the final breaths of a loving father.

Description
.:*Old friends*:.

The black wolf sneered as he watched Dieagon throw his new chew toy to safety. ‘How dare he!’ Black hissed under his breath
He pushed himself forward with all the energy he had left, launching himself into Dieagon with a surprising amount of force. The black wolf sunk his teeth into Dieagon’s back leg biting harder with each yelp Dieagon let out. Dieagon twisted his body and gripped the black wolf’s ear tearing a large part of it off. The intruder immediately released him and slunk backwards a bit. He had warded off his attacker pretty quickly, but not quite quickly enough. A large red line was appearing around his left foot, the wound was deep and was beginning to bleed heavily now. Unfortunately The black wolf noticed it too. His stance suddenly changed and he regained a large portion of his confidence.

‘Hehehe, looks like you got a nasty little owie there my friend” he was panting heavily, tying his best to catch his breath before the next attack.
Dieagon lowered his head and snarled “Who are you? What business do you have with our pack?”
“What business? Wh.. what bu-siness??” he burst out laughing in mid-sentence “why I’m surprised at you, you don’t remember me? At all? Tsk tsk, how disappointing!”
Dieagon’s snarl grew louder and deeper “WHO… ARE… YOU”
“oh, no need to get angry old friend, let me just jog your memory then. You remember the last great battle you had with a certain powerful wolf? Magnificent creature, well worth…”
“Yes!” Dieagin interrupted, annoyed with this flashback “Get on with it!”
“alright, alright! Do you remember when you killed that wolf and dragged his carcass into the open? Do you remember how you humiliated him and his pack? How you destroyed a great leader and alpha? Do you remember? DO YOU?” his voice got louder and his tone harsher
“Yes, I remember! He deserved it! He was a murder! NO, a masochist and a sadist! He should…”
“HE WAS NOT! He was a great wolf AND A WONDERFUL FATHER!”
Dieagon lifted his head “What? But… I…”
“yea, now you remember don’t you! NOW YOU REMEMBER! I was that pathetic little puppy scrambling up the hill calling for my daddy! I AM ASMODAI, SON OF ABBADON! and now… now it’s my turn… I can’t bring him back, But I can tear you to pieces… yes… that will make me feel far better” a dark smile washed over him as his eyes fell once more on Dieagon’s bleeding foot.

Dieagon lowered his head again and readied himself for the attack “Well then Asmodai, I guess I’ll have to kill you just like I did your father. We really don’t need another weak link like him in the world!” His taunt cut into Asmodai, blinding him with rage and anger… just the advantage Dieagon needed.

Asmodai was the first to pounce with Dieagon pouncing milliseconds after. They collided in mid air, jaws gnashing and feet scratching at each other. Asmodai was the first to touch ground again, his large paws had barely made contact before he launched himself upwards again unbalancing Dieagon slightly. Dieagon regained his balance and landed smoothly, rearing backwards so he could get some momentum into his next jump. He pulled his legs back and released them as if they were powerful springs, hitting Asmodai- who was still on his hind legs- in the chest. Dieagon managed to grab hold of Asmodai’s chest just slightly below the neck. Asmodai was knocked off his feet and fell quickly to the ground causing a small cloud of dust to rise into the air. Ceasing the opportunity Dieagon began to tear his hear from side to side making Asmodai yelp in pain. Luckily for Asmodai Dieagon had missed his neck, otherwise he would have been killed there and then. Asmodai began snapping at Dieagon’s neck and back finally finding a resting place for his teeth just behind Dieagon’s ears. Dieagon was overwhelmed with pain. He had no choice but to let go. He was rendered utterly powerless.

Asmodai began to laugh to himself, his grip tightening and loosening as he chuckled. What was so funny? What was there to laugh at? This is WAR! Dieagon was confused as to why Asmodai was laughing but was rather glad he was. He felt when asmodai’s grip loosened and quickly turned his head forcing Asmodai’s jaw to open wider (wider than it normally should at least) Asmodai pulled back ripping his jaws loose from the excruciating pain. Several red lines began appearing on Dieagon’s face, Asmodai had torn his skin right open, but at least he was free from that vice grip.
“hmm, you’re proving to be far more of a challenge than I thought” taunted Asmodai “but it seems to me like you’re slowing down a bit” the laughed under his breath again.

It was true, the wound on Dieagon’s leg was slowing him down terribly, not to mention the blood from his head wounds was beginning to drip down into his eyes causing to lose a bit of his vision. Even in his state of excruciating pain he refused to give up. He decided to play Asmodai’s game a bit too. He smiled cruelly and also laughed lightly
“looks to me as though you’re not doing so well yourself. Seems you really do have no heart, I’ve checked already, but then again you probably didn’t even hear what I said huh one eared wonder!” he lowered his head again and chuckled to himself. Asmodai was bleeding from the would on his chest and his ear had been almost totally torn off, only a small piece remained. He snarled brutally and assumed the attack position.
‘he can deal it but he can’t take it’ thought Dieagon to himself.

Dieagon was the first to attack, taking a high leap in hopes of hitting Asmodai in the back again; unfortunately Asmodai was quick to counter his attack readying himself for a powerful leap. He rocketed himself forward hitting Dieagon hard in the chest. To his delight he heard two soft cracking sounds, he had managed to break a few ribs. Pain shot through Dieagon’s body and he yelped loudly. He landed with a loud hollow thud, rolled slightly then stopped near the foot of the cliff. That last hit was brutally painful, he couldn’t even will himself to get up now. Asmodai sauntered over to admire his work.
“not so tough now huh great leader?? HUH???” he seemed to enjoy taunting his victims. He reared onto his back legs and pounded against Dieagon’s chest with his large fore paws, successfully cracking a few more ribs “Now… who’s… the… weak… link!!” he cried as he proceeded to beat Dieagon.

He stepped back to admire his work, smiling in a sadistic way. Dieagon was lying motionless on the floor, his chest barely moving. Just breathing hurt. A small trickle of blood flowed from his mouth and nose, he knew this was his end. He lay there, almost glad to be gripped by death, everything seemed to fade away slowly, graciously even his pain.

This was it, the last battle of a great warrior and leader, and the final breaths of a loving father.