Noctisardor Bypass Balans Nebes i Ada《Balance of Heaven and Hell》

◆it would be great if they both exhausted themselves, and called a truce. This is gonna be quite a long thread. Vect is still gonna go, but he could visit from time to time. :P ◆



The Russian saw the glint in the eyes of his company, one his own emeralds reflected. One of studying, analyzing. Figuring out how to unravel someone, without laying a paw or tooth on them. It was a beautiful stare, one that showed intelligence. If he wasn't in the process of trying to eliminate this wolf, he would have gone back to trying to respect him. However, that boat had sailed, long ago.

He had nothing to feed his fury upon, other than being the captive of this man, and Vector only internally laughed at the matter. With his home, there was no such thing as 'captivity'. If you were caught by any of the pack members, you were fucked. Brought before a counsel? No. You were slaughtered on the very same place where you had been seen. That was mainly what irked him. That he was captured, and not put to death. Or captured, at all. If you were to be in a pack, one you bothered to place your life down for, you were not to be a damn pet told to stay in a hold. You were to put the pack in motion, putting aside personal desires, and putting the necessities of the family first.

As Vector braked his fours, he too joined the dance of circling. His view stayed on the gaze of the sterling, but his peripheral stayed keen on the body. This was a dance many wolves before them honored, even if it wasn't one for challenging ranks.
Several predators performed this dance, and several time it was arrived out with a victor.
The Russian would be damned if it was not him.

As if puzzle pieces could click together, different motions of the dangerous tango are issued in his view. But the issue, is that he has to imagine dancing with himself. Vector knew his most dangerous enemy was the one he was, so to be paired up with one who could end his life as quickly as he could end theirs, could prove his most dangerous mission, yet.

A flashback of him training with his Brat, his brother, a man who wasn't even blood kin to him, he was constantly forcing Vector to watch his limbs. Several times, Vector was too caught up in watching his body, and paid the price with several scars to his legs.
He would not make the same mistake, again.

The assassin had to look for alternative ways. Brash methods could get him cut down as swift as an elk. Wear the enemy down, without costing your own energy. Force aggression from them, and conserve defense. And once unexpected, strike out your own aggression.

Another move clicked into place.

A feigned attack to the right shoulder, only to lower himself to jaw the left leg.

Vector prepared himself physically for the oncoming retaliation, his coarsly red ears flattening against his skull, his body tensing up for the blows that could be rained upon him at any moment.

The recon braced his hind claws in the soft snow, until he felt them dig into the thick glacier like ice. There would be no tripping him. To be off your fours was instant death, in the North. Whether they were in the fight or not, wolves would swarm the fallen lupine, and tear him to pieces. Even the thought Of not standing was uncomfortable to the recon.
So he sturdied himself, just in case.