Chapter Two ; we own the night.

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Samwise was a leader, an alpha — given by trickery and betrayel. To stab his own Alpha within the back and not only take his wives, but to chase out all kin, including his own, to start anew. He wanted none to try and take his thrown while the peak of it all, and hungered for far more then he could manage. To obtain power and glory, the woman of others — they were no longer a pack of virtue and prowess, but one of savagery and raiding. Like pirates of the woods, they would find any and all and destroy what they could, and he, taking their woman.

There was a few after taking over the domain, some he gathered within loyalty — even if that was far from the truth. He was not a good man, neither to those who he trusted, or the woman he savaged. To young and old and all he could, though he also someone tricky. Hypocritical, he so said. For he chased all his kin, Samwise was all too eager to spread his seed. He wanted everyone to know they came from him, and upon that of a certain age he would mark them, chase them off to the world itself..

Only to go out and get even more for his domain. A sickened twist, none to claim and feared for if they stayed too long, but took all the pleasure in sowing his seeds, his plundering and bounties, the domination of it as a whole. He wasn't a smart man though, for what he had done, he would never expect it to happen to him. Or so, he would think.

Another day to raid for their woman, a sickening smile to his lips as he licked his jaw. As he prowled through the forest, he did not realize he had entered a completely different realm — but on the same war path. He had thought his subordinates were hiding in the shadows, masking their scent for the day of their raid. He could smell them — woman and children. They were of no use, of course, and he was settled to simply letting them to rot while claiming more beauties for his throne.

A prowl through the land, and ignoring of borders as he went through. A mighty howl rang out from the beastly king, sending a warning to those beside him now was the time to plunder. Alerting those around, as well. 

Yet, the King stood in still-shock, only the wind whispering in the night, for no one came to his call, "Did those fools betray me?" he hissed, "forget it, I don't need them to take woman."

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There he was. A centurion for the Wayfarers. Silently watching their borders and bringing back any morsels from his hunts for them to eat at their leisure. He wasn’t a romantic, he was no husband or king - but a soldier and nothing more. At a time long ago perhaps he had ambitions, the desire to climb the ranks of his father’s pack and show to all just how great he could be.
 
But now, with his face scarred as a permanent reminder of how his pride and ambition would only lead down an ugly path, he was but a foot soldier watching over those in need of his abilities. He would not rule over them as a king, but as a packmate, a companion on their travels, and would only speak out of care for their wellbeing. No matter how it might have come off… Rosencrantz always had their best intentions in mind.
 
So it was when the howl rang out that his hair stood on end. The way it called out, ringing in his ears like daggers that summoned him to greet the lost emperor of a place long left behind. Powerful nordic legs pulled him forward, swallowing the distance between them before the stranger could enter their squatting grounds too deeply.
 
With a rumbling growl, he greeted the equally large man. With a furious snarl, his unmarred lip lifting in a silent threat that he would not allow this man to pass him and find the children and women within. He had one chance to turn and walk away… and this was it. With a snap of pearly fangs, they made his warning audible with the clash of teeth echoing in the rocky terrain. A lash of his pale plume in anticipation of what might occur judging by this man’s appearances alone.

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Samwise was greeted by a man, large and white like those of the tundrian bastards. He always detested them — for their haughty appearance and looking down to the woodland wolves from their snowy peaks. A language he did know and yet! Expected him to, and treated like that of a fool, then the Emperor that he was. Only a few he raided, and his lips were licked at the taste of their woman.

But he was no female, but just another mongrel from the north not desiring to pack down. His own snarl was met to the other as his tail swayed up in dominance — and expectation to stand down or expect no more easy times. Without his man his confidence did not dwindle, especially at the filthy ghost before him who was maimed at the face.

He wouldn't let such an insolence go unchecked, and charged.

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The guardian of their travelling band was not about to turn from this new threat. One by one there were individuals who tested their boundaries. Even if they would not remain here forever, for very long other than to wait for the children to grow old enough to walk on their own - they would not wait for the wanderers to be ready to move onto their next squatting location. Instead, they chose to ignore the borders. To test the Archangel's patience with them and challenge him upon the lands they chose to stay for the new life that had surprised them all.

Though he couldn't do much for them, he could do this at least. Protect them and make sure their young lives would be peaceful. 

So when the man didn't stand down and wander away, Rosencrantz already knew what would happen before the stranger even lunged. There was no hesitation in his own actions as the paladin launched himself into the fray. Jaws split in a ferocious snarl as he sought to grab the man's muzzle and take control of the fight immediately. Muscles rippled under the pale coat of his as his legs worked to steady his movements, preparing for what this guy had in store.

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Fangs clashing like swords of the dark ages, clashing and growling as tasted the blood of gums being torn from razoring through. Though he wouldn't let up, for the price of but a few blood drops was nothing compared to what was behind the guardian of these heights. He could smell them, he got excited, as his energy pooled into forcing his man back to get what he so desired. Every part wanted what was the treasure trove of woman as his lower regions shined in that amazement of what a glorious future was to await, but he'd have to push through — he'd have to fight his way through this scarred man.

"We could share, brother," he cackled haughtily through the tension and ripping through, words of enticement before another flinging of his body force. Though such an invitation wasn't true as he pushed forward, a sly graze directly to attempt to take hold of his face — there was no honor in such fights, not when the ruler could but take by force on weakening! What was the point of but a fair brawl when he could just win with all that was needed?

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The two clashing men were complete opposites - at least from Rosencrantz's point of view... with his one fricken eye, making his depth perception a little shallow even with personal opinions such as this. One fought for selfish needs, cruel intentions and greed - while the other fought for chaste. For honour and to protect those who had gravitated to his side for protection from being such as this one.

"We could share" a disgusting offer that even the Archangel knew was nothing but a lie coming from this foul beast's lips. A shallow mockery as though he had already claimed victory here and offering some kind of vile peace offering. It only infuriated the guardian further. As a part of the paladin's face was taken under the stranger's wrath, he thrashed furiously. Saliva flinging as his broad head swung with his own flurry of bites as he wished to slay this man before he could say anything else.

If he did see that man's red rocket of excitement, Rosencrantz wouldn't think twice about aiming to rip it off and spit it back out onto the ground like some spoilt meat to rot. He was fresh out of mercy this day.

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He could feel the white knight cling to his neck, scrapping his face and tearing a bit to what was his ear. An anger to his ways but no words given — a clear indication that this man would not share his woman. For there was smell of him and a few others, but no one else came forth that seemed like a warrior. A laughter would ring out for if he was truly alone, Samwise felt more confidence in his reign of terror against the other. 

His head waved back and forth in a tear of the other, a harming of their face as they pushed forward. A hoping to set this person down to their very feet as the Emperor would make them bow.

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The laughter of the other only fuelled his anger about all of this. His teeth lacked angrily in the air hungrily snapping toward the other male while his opponent grabbed bits of his face. There was pain there, and he couldn't quite tell what was happening... the burns made that part of his face numb to many things, destroying the nerves within them and he could only somewhat know that there were puncture marks at the very least appearing on the skin.

Little did he know that it was a little more than just that. That instead there were bits and pieces of him being ripped away over time. 

He couldn't use his weight to any advantage here as they were equal in size and abilities. All the Archangel could rely on was purely his abilities and some luck as well that all would go well at the end of this encounter... that he would come out victorious for the sake of his group. A part of him wished for Guildenstern to come to his aid and limit the number of injuries he would take... but that was unlikely. He was alone in this endeavour and he would prove he was a capable protector to them all.

Pushing with all his might and focussing on the points of his teeth, he would put all his weight on just his maw and hope to dig and shove his way right through this man. To bisect him if even possible - at least that was what he wished. To cake and paint the earth red for his man's audacity to try and make his way past the guardian of the nomadic group.

Perhaps in the afterlife, he would see just how foolish he was in believing he could get by Rosencrantz.

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There was a pleasure in taking some part of anothers face. To see the white upon his fur be stained in scarlet as Samwise spat out the pieces of wolf. Though heinous as he was, he was no cannibal — and especially wouldn't take part in eating a mongrel like before him. Yet the other stood unphased, perhaps it was due to his already ugly mug had bits and pieces off of it that it didn't seem to cause much an affect. Disgruntled as he was, the best he could do was continuing gradually picking away — for as much as he tried there seemed to be an almost even base upon their powess, though the Emperor would never admit to being weaker to the other.

He thought of himself as a primal male wolf, one that couldn't be defeated.

Alas the pushing came and caught on his loose foot. His grabbing at the face was but a whole focus he had forgotten of the center of balance, and could feel his foot slipping, knees falling in as Samwise bent down. Though he tried to get up, pushing forward from his slinking form before the other had a chance to exert his strength. He'd be damned to continue in this position, and was all to desperate to get back up.

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They sputtered and whined — unheard from an Emperor, and yet Samwise was a coward at heart. They could feel the others fangs enclosing upon their neck, blood dripping from the torn face they inflicted onto the paladin.. A vengeance, some may claim, as the wolf could feel the fangs continue to tighten around — paws on the ground trying to turn away from the dirt and mouth pleading and demanding at the same time, to let go!

Alas, the world was spinning, as the lack of oxygen from the strangulation was starting to- 

Unfortunately, their neck snapped.

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Bits of him were being lost with every collision the giants took. He could feel even the dead skin on his face give way to a colder sensation and yet he pushed on. Snarls and snapping of pearly teeth continued despite the pain. It was nothing. He was trained to relish in it, to let it fuel his body and soul. In moments like these he truly felt alive as the single golden orb burned with a vivid molten hue.

Finally, victory was within his grasp. The other man buckled with poor footing and Rosencrantz jumped at the opportunity to seize victory in his maw. Grabbing the stranger by the neck, he wouldn't let him get up just yet but instead pressed the man closer to the ground and shoved a foot into his maw to nail his mandible to the cold rocky soil.

Digging those blackened claws into the man's tongue, he chewed at Rosencrantz's foot with cries for mercy - of which there was none. Blood poured from where flame-licked skin once was now but a hideous grimace from this coward now whining at his feet staining both his muddied coat and the Archangel's pale one.

After what was long enough for the stranger to regret his decisions, a single swift motion was given with a crushing bite to the throat. Mandible hung lifeless on the head of the twisted neck. What was once a man was now a corpse. The paladin's head ached but the buzz of the fight lingered in his veins, numbing him to the pain in his skin. With a mindless lick of his empty face, gore oozing off what was left of it, the fallen angel turned to get his wounds treated before infection settled in to finish what this coward couldn't accomplish on his own.

Leaving the stranger's body to rot once spring thawed his cooling corpse.

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