The Apex & The Wolf

[The White Wolf]

A chase after non existing dreams and hopes, the dream of fortune and fame to all be in your hand and control. It was a dangerous search and hunt, a dangerous world you would enter and chase your entire life to never find, die unhappy, unpleased and unsatisfied. Greed would consume you, kill your joy for life, your one and main reason to live was to find the treasure, the selected target marked with an X on the map. Never would you get far, never would you find what you wanted or were looking for. You mainly cast away your life for a chest of gold, a setup of dreams and hopes that never were real. Gold diggers and the like search for this their entire life. And if. If it existed and they ever found it, ever stood with it in their hands, earned and got the gold, the treasure and fame. What would they do with it? Where would they go, what would they live for? They found their dreams, they found their hopes, the lived out the life they searched, they stand with everything at hand, there would be no greed left, you would have it all, what should become of your life then? You lived only to chase the treasure, and you won it.

Game over.

Life has ended, that's what happens. And some in the others knew of it. The place was no El dorado; no city of gold, no life of gold or purpose, there was nothing here. No gold, no fame, there was just the game, the tricking game to lure you into the danger of the jungle. Feral saw the truth now, he could see behind the big screen on the wall now, he could see how it worked now. It was disgusting. That was all it was, it wasn't mighty or pretty, it wasn't gold, it was black. Nothing but ash and embers dying. Those bright colored eyes narrowed, The males ear twitched in annoyance...he was sitting up in the stands along with several other assassins of the sith. Watching others train down below in a sparring match as an instructor called out two random named at the end of each battle. The stands were high enough above the training arena to keep anyone from getting blasted but still low enough to see clearly. And as two black robed knights went at it Feral remained in the far back corner...his hood up and mask along his face as he observed. His tail in his lap as he stroked the fur along it comfortingly. Just another day in paradise.


[member="Zoya"]

 

[Nyx]

Zoya always found the dueling ring fascinating. Throughout her admittedly short life, she had always fought to the death. The idea of fighting in a non-lethal arena was interesting, to say the least. The Rapax leaned forward as she watched the two robed knights go at it. She was enjoying the show, and her red-on-black eyes were glittering with excitement.
She knew that eating them wasn't an option, but she still enjoyed the spilling of blood. Her telum ached as they lay dormant wrapped around her spine, pining to come out and fulfill their purpose: to kill. But she suppressed that urge, biting her lip. That would come, that would come.
In order to become more comfortable, she adjusted her scratchy clothing. Zoya hated it, but she had no choice; her Alpha had made it abundantly clear that she wasn't to walk around naked, as it made the other assassins uncomfortable. And what the Alpha said, goes.

So she settled back, and watched with interest as one of the duelists started to get the upper hand. Maybe she'd get lucky and she'd be next.

[member="The White Wolf"]

 

[The White Wolf]

Lightsabers seemed to hiss harshly with each swing as the robed knights below continued to battle to what looked like the death. Feral himself was use to seeing such things but they really needed to settle themselves down...Reaching up and scratching as the bandages around his neck that concealed the collar that was embedded into the back of his neck, a low growl erupted in the wolfs throat as he grumbled a bit. God it was so irritating...ever since Darth Raven removed his original collar, the piece that held it together remained fused with his skin. He supposed it was for the best though; considering he was someone else's dog now. His ears lowered at this thought for a moment until suddenly one of the knights below got slammed onto the back of their neck and knocked out. The crunching of his bones sent a shiver up his spine. Wincing at the impact as the others in the stands gasped and whispered among themselves.

The instructor called the match and the wounded one was taken to the infirmary. The instructor began to speak as a large screen in the middle of the wall on the opposite side of the room began to flicker between dozens of image ID's of everyone in the room to pick two random opponents. Each image was on for about a split second was on before both images stopped on two ID's...Ferals eyes narrowed tightly to see his own ID on the screen. Beside his ID was a woman who appeared to have a stat sheet filled out while Feral's stat sheet consisted of black barred out text and Unknowns. He may of only just joined but he would of figured they had at least some info on him...regardless. Feral remained still as everyone else in the stands looked around to spot the contenders...most of them looking at Zoya as if waiting for her to get up.

[member="Zoya"]

 

[Nyx]

Zoya barely kept herself from squealing in delight as one of the duelists was knocked unconscious with a crack to the back of his neck, happy that something was finally happening. A shame it wasn't death, but this would have to do.
The Rapax watched the screen flickering with pictures of contestants, interested to see who would duke it out in the arena next. Her enhanced senses caught on to the excitement of the other spectators, and found herself becoming even more anxious.
Then it happened.
The screen settled on her picture, and Zoya sported a predatory grin. Maybe wishes did come true. She didn't recognize her opponent, and assumed he had joined recently, seeing as his stat sheet had almost nothing on it. Huh, that was new. Where had this prey come from, that even the Assassins knew nothing?

But such a thing wouldn't keep her in line, and she felt all eyes on her as she bounded forward, leaping off the stands into the arena below. Her legs absorbed the shock of the fall, and she stood up straight, her grin revealing her fangs. Her predatory eyes roamed the stands, looking fr her opponent.

Oh, this was going to be good.

[member="The White Wolf"]

 

[The White Wolf]

Those bright blue eyes of him seemed to flare with crimson as his opponent eagerly leapt from his place on the stands and into the arena...typical. Almost everyone in the faction was always eager to prove just how mighty they were...or just shed some blood. Feral himself was never interested in fighting those aligned with him...but her master had yet to put the dog to use and as a result the dog stayed home. And as the crowd continued to look around trying to find him the instructor looked up into the stands and shouted.

"Feral...Feral there?"

Feral furrowed his brows together in irritation as he slowly stood to his feet. His eyes remained hollow and emotionless as he turned and slowly began to walk through the stands as if he had all the time in the world. Stuffing his hands into his pockets and stepping down the long staircase down the the arena. Feral sported his Tactical Omega Armor. Something Cerberus had created for him to increase him performance on the battlefield. His mask and googles covering up most of his face as he stepped into the ring...he glared at [member="Zoya"] as he walked past...time seeming to slow as he walked past her to his side of the arena. Once he took his spot, he turned to face her with his hands still in his pockets, his eyes narrowed tightly as his large fluffy tail swayed behind him softly. The instructor going through the rules.

"Alright...next battle. Zoya vs Feral...i want a clean fight. No maiming, and no killing...begin when ready." He called, stepping back and giving them room as Julius simply stood there like a droid.

 

[Nyx]

Zoya watched her opponent carefully, her eyes narrowed. Her opponent did not smell of fear, and that irritated her. She guessed he hadn't heard of her, or he'd be trembling in fear. The Rapax snarled at her opponent, and decided it was time to strike a bit of fear into her prey.

With a grunt of pain, Zoya unfurled her telum, the red appendages shooting out of her back and taking on a wing-like shape. They flickered with constant motion as she grinned at her prey, and moved her feet into a more secure position.
"Time to fight, prey."
She brought her telum forward, releasing a barrage of natural projectiles at her prey. The small darts weren't deadly, but would hurt if they hit.
Zoya snarled as the barrage flew, confident in her bodies ability to fight.

[member="The White Wolf"]

 

[The White Wolf]

The dog remained still and calm as his opponent attempted to strike fear into him...waves of red tendrils seemed to shoot out of her back as her cold black eyes stared at him...Feral merely tilted his head and made a face that silently said 'Uh...hu.' His eyes flicking from left to right as he took in his surroundings...and as the instructor called the fight she called him prey...this struck some kind of untouched nerve in the back of his brain as his turquoise blue eyes flared a bright crimson red for a moment. And as the battle began Feral reached back and grabbed his three burst pistols out of his holster, his lightsaber in the other. Pointing it at her and using for speed to close the distance between them faster than the human eye could catch, Feral felt his hair bristle.

He saw her needles shoot out at him as he charged forward...not even bothering to dodge the petty attack, he squeezed the trigger and blasted a flurry of shots at her...the needles she shot slicing through his armorweave and penetrating skin...his shoulder, chest, and leg were all hit, and yet despite this he did not slow down even a bit. The pain stung but not enough to evoke a reaction from the white wolf...and as he got within close distance Feral activated his lightsaber and began to drop to his knees and slide...his saber twisting in his hands as he slashed at her legs and shot at her with his blaster in a complex sequence of attacks, he suddenly threw himself back up to his feet and twisted himself as he threw his saber upward in a tilted fashion...he would attempt to slash at her skin with his saber while also shooting at her openings, his eyes dilated as he attacked her viciously.

[member="Zoya"]