--DO IT FOR HER {O} COLOUREDCLAN RAID

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff3131 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff3131; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a2ebef; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=One by one, I'll drown you all, and leave your friends for dead.]last man alive[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] EASILY AVOIDED IF THEY'D kept to themselves? rabdael barked a cold, merciless laugh. he would have believed that, had he not been anything other than a complete moron. " really? if i remember rightly - and my memory has not failed me since the day i was born - we're in a war that your clan started! these raids would be occurring anyway, even if seafoam hadn't killed your bitch of a wife. "

he clenched and unclenched his jaw. lie. the more he lied, the more of his monstrous side he indulged, the easier it would be to take soul down. he could not kill this bastard with kindness; it was only remorselessness that would cause the lion to snap. soul hated him, he knew - did showing him weakness ever work? no; he had to show that he didn't care, as hard as that was.

luckily, what with rabdael being in control, he had more of a chance than ever, if nothing else.

" and i remember because i started it! this is your clan's fault, soul, nobody else's. if we hadn't started this war, your wife would still be alive! and this is all my doing. how does that feel? " his voice was low, now, so that only the lion could hear him. when soul snapped at him, he flickered into ghost mode, and the other male's fangs passed right through him, as if he was a spectre. did, pray, soul believe this would be an easy fight?

oh, no. demon or no, immortal or no, soul knew nothing of rabdael's kind.

he was nothingness. a gaping, open maw of emptiness. he could not be categorised into any type spiritually; he was one of a kind. unique. and heck, regardless of what soul had seen, he had never seen him before.

still, luckily, in ghost mode when the first of the razor rocks hit, rabdael soon solidified, and the rocks came to a great, screeching halt, hovering tauntingly in the air, held still by his outstretched palms and own elemental powers. the deer's ears flicked back, then forwards, and he rose, slowly, from his defensive stance, arms dropping limply to his sides.

" oops. "

soul hoped he was ready? the fool; he was always ready.

the rocks dropped to the earth, motionless, and fires started beneath soul's paws, burning hot even from a distance; needless to say, it would hurt quite a bit, even if he got out of the way of the full force. a vine, too, with a great, petalled head and rows of thorns on the inside like teeth, lunged for soul, aiming to grab onto one of his limbs and cause several lacerations.

all the while, ice started at rabdael's feet, crawling to his ankles and trying to claim him.

a single downside of godhood, it seemed.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]Lucy flew out to the ground, her eyes scanning the area with a faint frown. Her lips tipped down and she gave a slight snort.

She had stopped fighting this war a long time ago.

Seeing the bloodbath made her sick. The vice-leader could be seen muttering a few words and flying off, back home.

Maybe she'd be packing her things and coming here next.

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and if nothing escaped the snake's sights, and nothing escaped the spider's traps, then what, pray, happened when both were combined so terribly, birthed from hate and denial and woven into something new and horrifying, then given new form in the light of something as unsuspecting as him, one, limp and tattered wing hanging from his soul, still tugged at desperately as he tried to amputate it, hearing, over the dim roaring in his ears, the sickening crack of tearing muscle and flesh and bone?

' i wish this game could continue forever ... it's been quite entertaining. '

you haven't lost me yet, mi amor.

the game was not up yet. rabdael watched soul move with precision, fire warping around him, and he smiled, grimly, at the sight. beauty, really, as flame twisted and turned and danced against its will, leashed. he was fire. would it, he wondered, look beautiful if he, too, were leashed? he'd considered asking primalstar to muzzle him, once, when his mentality had gotten out of hand, but he had refrained from, merely asking her to use it as a last resort, should she believe that he was not capable of conducting himself.

he reckoned she'd wished she'd used her last resort, for now, he was gone, and soul was there, instead, a true monster, a scourge to her clan. would she turn in her rocky grave, he wondered, if she knew what was happening? or had her final days warped her, and was she ready for this, willing for this to happen?

' i'm not weaker then you. i'm certain you're not stupid enough to believe i am. '

" what you believe is what you see, what you feel, what you know. i'm not certain i know how to read - i just know i've memorised a lot of words. tell me, soul, if you are not weaker than me, what are you? do you believe yourself to be my equal? my superior? because there are a thousand souls on this planet, aspiring to be kingkiller, godkiller, dethroner of dictators. thousands. and yet, at the end of it all, there is only one me. "

' out with the old, in with the new. '

he twisted his expression into blankness, watching soul move. " ah, and such statements are so cliché. are you certain, my dear, that i'm the old one? "

and then lava spilled from the crack in the earth and headed rapidly towards his paws, and he moved on instinctual need; he let the ice split as he wrenched himself free, and then stepped onto a raised pedestal of it; each time the lava ate at the frozen water, he replenished it; but soon, that was boring, and he did the next best thing: water. murky water from the sea, clenched in a fist, a ball, and it smashed into the arena with a force so that spray would even likely buffet soul - and himself - and the lava was neutralised by the sheer force of the waves that bent to his every whim and crook of the finger.

' so, fuckwad. tell me what stars are made of. want to touch one? '

his eyes stretched wide, gradient irises beautifully rounded in realisation for a moment, and in that instant, one could mistake his expression quite easily for terror or shock or fear. fear at the realisation that soul was to throw the very essence of stars at him, and he would have to dodge, whether with powers of physical nimbleness. he would have to get himself out of the way, miraculously, and all would end for him, otherwise, surely, if he did not.

and he did not. three plasma balls were hurled at him, and three plasma balls made their mark.

he burnt to death, scorched by the sheer heat, and left in his place was a smudge.
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*wheeze*

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[justify][font=andale mono][color=black]And then Cold was there.

Like a flash, the hyena ran into the battlefield, somehow managing to not step into the lava. This was more than revenge. It was defending his Clan, his friends, with his life no matter what. "Fight me!" he roared, using sound manipulation to make it clear to ask of the ColouredClanners that he wasn't messing around.

Coldseason, the peaceful physician of SunClan, was prepared to die and kill.

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Greymatter was there, in case any one needed her medical assistance. She didn't want to be here...especially seeing how Soul on a maniacal rampage. She didn't blame him, his wife just died. But she wished he hadn't done it. Not like this. Not murdering innocents. It was Seaform that needed to answer to his crime not SunClan.

Imperial and Soul have had a hatred that rivaled Soul's and Hotline's almost. So seeing them face off was no surprise. She wasn't scared for Imperial. She knew he was a powerful opponent who was slippery and hard to kill. To see him not dodge those plasma balls...one moment there was Imperial and the next was just a black mark on the ground.

"IMPERIAL!" She screamed, her claws unshething, "Imp, no!"

No, no. It didn't matter he had left ColoredClan and betrayed them for SunClan. She had a past history of a close one doing that. Even though she hadn't interacted with him much since her return, she still considered him a friend. Loyalty. It was both her greatest strength and weakness. Hot tears ran down her face. She had known the war would be costly...but she hadn't imagined Imperial would be one of the causualities. Out of all them, she would have done he would have been the one to survive this...mess.

"Soul." She growled.

She wanted to leap out and attack her fellow clan mate. For only further fueling the flames, for causing such strife, for killing her friend. But she couldn't. Because deep down, she knew she was too weak against him. He was old, far older than her, and far too powerful than the likes of her.

So she only glared at him, knowing how pathetic she looked. Like a little kit that didn't get her way.

Garde say the kit not realizing it was from the opposite clan his enemies...or simply not caring do to it young age he glared at her woods piercing his purple scales of the cat sized dragon. "What are you doing kit! This is a battle get out of here!"

SCREAMS WHAT THE WHAT
HOW WHY
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"Your right" Garde returned the look with zero fear for the coldness of the kit simple reminding him of dragon Cubs. "But where no above carrying you away so you don't see your family gutted unlike what you colouredclanners did!!" He said running at her.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Numb. That was how he felt, looking at what was once Imperial and what was now a mere smudge on the ground, harmed from enemy rays. His body was shaking 一 his neck, attached to his cranium, felt like metal; loosely he was pushing the controls, his neck going creak, creak, with each movement. That was, until he was watching Soul blankly, his head cocked at a inquisitive angle.

He's messing with the wrong person.

The voice in his head whispered, voice low and dripping with venom, the quiet kind that didn't come right away. Like the silence before the storm, or the tense moments before a snake sunk its venomous fangs into your limb. With his deadpan expression, Seafoam would watch, unmoving and silent as Soul wrecked havoc. Barely a thought crossed his mind in this time, nor did he process the familiar rush of adrenaline seeping into his veins, causing him to shake and shake and shake, until he looked like a vibrator. His eyes, which had been dead and long gone before were now two, deep sea-green voids with a single dilating pupil each.

Not a person 一 Death. He may think of himself as a destroyer, The End, but we are Death. We have been collecting souls and the memories of these mortals since the beginning of time, and although he claims that he knows power, he knows nothing of it. He hides behind his special magic tricks and with a flick of his wrist brings down buildings, but that is nothing. He has nothing. He is 一 nothing. So move. Leave him with a mark so deep and so bold that he will be reminded of until he digs his grave in the group that he deems home. The group that claims that they are the victims of a war that they encouraged, snapped their teeth at and snickered at.

"Oh?" Seafoam suddenly said, his voice no longer the stuttering, repeating mess that it had been days ago. Now it was raw, silent, and if it was a weapon it would be a bow. He would build these motherfuckers up with taunts, and then let it go. Let his fingers relax as the arrow slid smoothly from its cradle and into his target, quiet and painful. "I could say the same for you, Soul. But I won't, because what you said was as stupid as it gets 一 because slitting throats and gutting people doesn't have anything to do with status, it has to do with choice. Just like it was my choice to eat your wife and assault her corpse afterwards. Honestly, I still don't see what all the fuss was about her. She was so plain, just like any other whore I fuck to death."

"In addition, it makes sense that you have no knowledge about the fact that most of our enemies are now either our allies or neutrals. We're even a bit friendly with the Exiles, yeah? Yeah. So, I won't call you out on that mistake. However," Seafoam bit his lip in a false nervous gesture, his eyes rolling up for a second before focusing on Soul again. "what was this 'lesson', again? Was this 'lesson' you speak so proudly of 一 was it over the fact that throwing temper tantrums in public are incredibly embarrassing, and not to do it? Ever? Because lesson learned, Soul. Lesson learned. Unlike you, I solemnly swear that I will not have any more fits of ridiculous anger that usually come from toddlers and children under the age of six months. I swear."

Putting his paw on his heart, the pregnant feline would smile up at Soul before adding, "I'd taunt you for being so high up, but I guess that's the closest you'll ever get to the light, right? So savor it. Because it doesn't last. Just like love, life, and Avenue."

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a high-pitched laughter like the pealing of bells, manic and completely unchecked by previous perversions and reservations or anything cruel of the sort, designed to keep him tethered down and tied in place with his consciousness about him, rang out soon after soul's final speech towards seafoam, and the sunguard rose to his feet from where he was, kneeled behind the lion's pillar and, for all the world, clear to see, a horrifically disfigured creature with flesh burnt and pulsing at his vital areas, bone revealed at one side of his face and meat on the other, and both were blackened and charred from what was, apparently, his death.

" that was- that was actually impressive, soul. " he wiped his ruined lips with the back of a ruined hand, watching as, slowly, his hide crept to cover up the seemingly injured area, restoring him to his former glory, for the most part, save for the side of his face still revealing skull, and nothing else. " but, unfortunately, impressive does not work, here. " much to their despairs, obviously. impressive was what they both seemed to do well. launching plasma, surviving the impossible and then laughing soon after - they were both warring with their reputations, here, it seemed, as much as anything else, and neither seemed to care, also.

the anthropomorphic deer plucked at the back of a hand, the bone still revealed there, also. " and that's not nice, " he added, on the comment concerning how seafoam's voice seemed to make soul physically ill. " i quite like his voice. i like it so much, in fact, that i fucked him for it. " of course, that wasn't all, but he was making a point. rabdael smiled, surreptitiously, rubbing the bone knuckle with the thumb of the opposite hand as he thought, before stretching out with a small groan, apparently unaffected by the raging war and crashing lightning, just as soul was.

" round two, then? i promise i won't disappear on you like that again. i know how terribly beat up you were about thinking i was gone so soon. " he continued mockingly.

perhaps they both belonged in the exiles. no doubt, if they'd been together at the right time, they would have been friends. but circumstance was a painful thing, and now, it was hatred that bound them, just as much as anything else.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

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' what's your goal by the end of this? to stop me? '

it was indeed painfully hot, but rabdael was a lord of fire. none of it affected him; he was birthed by the flames, his young form stoked with coals for aeons, boiling a slow and brooding hatred within him for years and years, before being unleashed on the mortal world, first in the form of a temperamental child, and now, whoever he was now, a mess of a creature better off put down, euthanised.

he'd once been strapped to a human table and injected with the lethal substance meant to kill an animal, and he'd cackled, madly, because nothing had happened to him. his paw had touched the human's hand, gently, as the injection had been administered. his body had taken it as suicide, and he had not died.

' is it that a part of you wants to die? do you regret your choices? ... or are you simply retarded? '

he smiled peaceably, letting soul make his accusations. and then, as the ground split beneath him, it would spear through his body, leaving a bloodied corpse in his wake.

he returned quickly, this time, however, another body, with a gaping wound in its stomach, though completely unaffected. and the corpse? the corpse remained there, and rabdael watched as the gravity crushed its organs.

" soul, soul, soul ... " he murmured, as the corpse transformed into a sticky black substance and melted into the ruined earth. his gradient eyes, a bloody red at the top and rapidly lightening into a sulphuric yellow at the bottom, followed the movement of the fluid, before snapping back up to the lion in question, his expressionless features twisting into a manic grin.

" i don't want to stop you. i am you. and i can't die by my own hand! "

he shrieked with laughter, and the ground around soul and for many metres beyond him rippled like liquid, random spikes punching upwards in the vicinity; directly beneath the lion's paws, thorns arose, painful and hindering, thin, barbed whips slicing at his ankles.
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[size=2px][color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

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' that's one fact that might possibly keep me awake at night. possibly. '

" oh? " he cooed, watching as the male came closer and closer, walking, slowly. was he drawing this out? trying to frighten him? silly little lion, rabdael thought, you can't scare me! the idea was so naïvely unsuspecting that it drew another, small smile to his features. " you sleep, do you? what's it like? is it a death even mortals can wake from? do you dream, vividly, of things? do you see avenue when you close your eyes, alive and happy? or are you plagued by nightmares? do you see her bloodied husk, opened and spilling gore? "

he rolled one ankle, cracking the joints. slow. patient. uncaring.

' you are lucky, to be connected to me in any shape of form. maybe that will make your final moments better. if they can be salvaged. '

rabdael snickered, softly, overturning an ash-covered pebble with his dainty fingers and wiping the residue on his thigh. " and what do you have, soul, that makes me lucky to be you? what do you have that i don't? what good do you have that i don't have more of? " his eyes darted up to soul, then, and found he was right in front of him.

he'd gotten there quickly. too quickly. why did he keep teleporting? rabdael wasn't going anywhere. for the third time, soul met his mark, and the teeth crunched into his throat, biting down with an impossible force.

' how many more meat puppets do you have? how many more can we DESTROY? '

this time, the corpse did not become liquid.

it became gas. concentrated gas.

because these weren't ' meat puppets ' at all.

oh, soul.

the gas in question was fluorine, a pale yellow gas that was corrosive, highly poisonous and would try to react with almost anything. it was worse than chlorine, more unstable than chlorine, and chlorine? chlorine made mustard gas.

and it was all around soul in an instant. even if he did manage to warp it away, the damage had been done. permanently, most likely, in soul's lungs, in soul's eyes. air manipulation really was handy when it came to selecting certain chemicals in a concentrated mass.

and again, like before, rabdael reappeared behind him, this time with a great and open would tearing through his throat.
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