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Posted by Anarchy on January 24, 2008, 12:44 am, in reply to "±Sinister±"
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
Growls and snarls echoed through the area, blood fell to the ground as the two wolves were locked in combat. Of course, something was bound to come and so it had, causing Anarchy to almost curse aloud. A dizziness fell upon the brute's bodice, his opticles wavered as he watched the alpha fall, his own front half being dragged down due to his locked jaws. He knew something like this would happen, and knew it would come. Dammit, he was caught now, if only he could crack it. But then again, the brute wasn't in possession of as many blessings of the alpha, but his bodice was still much-or-less un-damaged and less tired, save for all the blood that made it look like road kill.
It felt as though he was watching from a pair of windows, his jaws fell loose of the brute's neck and he stumbled, unable to control his own pillars, let alone body and jaws alone. Fighting against it was all he could do, push the spirit out and fight for his body back. His deep lyrics then touched the chilled air as he cackled, unable to stop it. Like being possessed, the brute felt useless, but knew the alpha couldn't stay within him forever.
'Eyes-for-You,' Dude, how dare he use his voice. If right now Anarchy could be snarling, he probably would. As his bodice stood there, idle until the alpha moved, his saliva continued to fall from his maw, blood continued to plaster his pelt down. Death could be next, but by now the brute found himself lacking the enthusiasm to really give a crap. Pushing, that was all he could do, if only he had gained ability to move then he could have slashed at the motionless body, causing the alpha to come out. Right now, he had to keep pushing and wait.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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