[x]Silence[x] me :.ONCE:. for {ALL}

[.:Shadow:.]

Death, death… Was he really dead, or was this a dream? Had he actually been defeated, him, the monster that had killed so many, killed by another? No, impossible. But being dead, it didn’t feel any different really than being alive. No, the figuring that lay there, basking in a pool of light, was dead. He was here, in a land no live wolf could travel, a place where it would be decided if you went to Hell below or the Heavens above. It was no secret that this wolf had done many bad deeds and had wronged himself in so many ways. His sins were unspeakable, the way he treated life was cruel, his mind… diabolical.

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Irony it was, the wolf’s pelt was as white as the snow that fell from the sky, as pure and as carefree as the world. However the pelt of the angels held a dark side, a hue that was unnatural, and it was only on him because his pelt was stained red from all the blood he had basked in. Up to his shoulders his pillars were red, his muzzle and his neck, as well as part of his tail was stained as well. The frame of the wolf was no shock. He was neither large nor small; he was average. His muscles did not bulge, but there was no doubt he was not strong. His voids could not be seen as he laid there in the light, surrounded by darkness. His eye lids would not open, he was forbidden to see where he was until he was placed in the place he was meant to go.

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“I know the stories.” He said, talking to those he did not know where there or not. “I’ll save your time. Send me to Hell; it is where I belong. Save a bastard just one whim, don’t put me through this sh.t.” His voice was strong despite his situation, and it did not waver nor soften. “Blood Spill. Perhaps I have been watched? I should be known, those who I have killed might have past through here!?!” There was no mistake in the matter, the anger in Blood Spill’s voice was now clear. He wanted this over with. He wanted back his sight and his mobility.

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As for his sight, senses and his restricted movement, it could have just all been in his mind. Or it could have been them. Who knew? All he knew was he wanted to be sent where he was d**ned to live now that he was bested in battle.

[Silentstorm]

{{Oear}}

The land was made of mixed sounds and colours-Mainly purple, black, white and blue. Eveything was odd and mixed. In the area of more darkness came a dark black light which glowed proud and great. It grew like a portal whilst black lightning struck out of it. The purple vortex began to shrink until it was nothing more than a mere speck. But what had replaced it had been a shadow-fire form wolf.

His name was Oear- The drand and leading devil of hell. He padded forth- a smug grin on his face. Blood Spill... Would be a great Demon to his power.


{{Dhiasa}}

On the opposite side a blue vortex with red lightning burst from the sky. It shrunk quicker and faster. Out of it came a pure white wolf. Dhiasa- God of Heaven or what he would call paradise.

[.:Shadow:.]

Although he could not see what was coming, he could feel the wolfs' power radiating off of it. Could hear him, above all the other sounds, walking closer to him. Blood Spill was not scared like any normal wolf would be, and he was actually calm, letting his other sense flood his system over the loss of his sight. Such power... He thought, If only I had had power like that than, or now. Power, that's what I need, more power. His thoughts continued for a while until another bizarre happening.

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Oear, the wolf devil himself was already here. Now, Dhiasa, the male god in the Heavens had come. It was making Blood Spill crazy, the power her could feel on both sides of him messed with his head. He knew that there would be no reason for the two creatures to discuss over him, he knew where to take himself. For only a few seconds, he was able to open his dark voids and wished he didn't.
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Too many colors, too many lights, too many sounds. It was too much for a wolf who had never seen anything like that with the mortals, so it was very shocking. He couldn't place everything he saw, and there were somethings he had no f.cking clue about that of course, made him think more and more. And the more he though, the madder he got about dieing, or at least what he thought was death. That he, Blood Spill, had been bested by a younger wolf, a wolf who killed only those who only got in the way of his bigger plan; Shadow... All he could do now though was wait.

[Silentstorm]

{{Now for the fright of Oears Claws}}

The black wolf looked carefully at the male. He had done many bad things. But there was only one way to judge this. The male slashed in the area of his heart and drew out its blood. He closed his eyes and made a small thought of one of the leaf bowls which many wolves use during their life. He dribbled blood into it so it stained the green to crimson.
As it touched the plant you could tell it was a special part of vegatation as the blood turned metallic blue.

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He looked at Dhiasa who had been peering over his shoulder. He narrowed his ice eyes and nodded. He was one of Oears Minions. One of his demons really.

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"You are mine" He growled flatly. Dhiasa began to fade and so he instantly ran to the corner of the seemingly never ending room. The heaven vortex opened and he leaped into it- Engulfed by the lightning.
He was gone. Oear then signalled with his tail and began bounding towards the opposite corner. A purple and black vortex opened up. Then he threw himself through it- Taken over by violet matter.