Illusions Sweet Reality

[Harlequime]

Firo laughed. A cold merciless sound that was eerie and definatly not wolf. More ghost, spirit, demon... The wolf lunger back at Bete Noire. Lashign out wihthis claws. "Then why are you hesitatingnow?" He asked humorously before shoving his claws into Bete noires fuur. Hoping to tear the wolf to shreds. But he kne whe couldnt. His body wa sso malnutrioned he didnt truly stand a chance. he was just gettign closer to ending Azenis life. Not that eh cared anways..

He was heratless. completely an dutterly,
Heartless....

[JessicaMarie]

Bete Noire easily jumped back, the claws only merely soiling his clean pelt. With a growl he tackled the thin wolf, his large dagger like teeth hovering over Fior's neck dangerously.

"I heasitate because you are malnurioshed, and also, because my fight is with you, the demon, not the body you posses. It would be a shame to end another's life for a reason so simple as you..." he spat, his white eyes sharp. "A damn shame..."

[Harlequime]

"So I take into assumption, Coyote, Taht you woudl prefer if I took my cowardly arse, in your oppinion, out of this pathetic flea ridden hound to fight you fair?" The way eh said fair applied that he intended nothign of a fair fight. Betrayal plus demon did not equal fair.

Azenis flashe dbakc to normal and eh was terrified. "D-dont l-l-l-et him.. H-h-hurt M-me-." he stammered. Shakkign fully. It was obvious that Azenis life wasnt in this world very longer as he whimpered in pain. The sound expressing as if he was being torn apart. His body convulsed. Blood drippign from his maw before finally freezzing entirely. Teh eyes rollign back as the thick red liqour of life dripped from his partially opened maw.

A soudn like a breath ebing exhaled came forth and quite suddenly a foggy shape appeared. The body almost towering over Bete noire. Maybe and inch or to uin ehight but the shear mass of the wolf showe dthat unlike Azeni, eh was nto malnutriontioned. His eyes where wild and swirlign vortexs. Each a swirlign aybyss of hate and antagonistic pleasures. The fur was adeep purple. So deep and dark it apeared black. He smiled widely. Teh smile fittign this horror form of a dmeon. a long pink tounge coming fom the maw and literally drippign with some poison. white patches were wild and scattered, each looking like a splash of something like bleach upon his dark fur. His ears were forwrad and he had a eerie and groteque happiness abotu him.

Firos true body ahd been presented, though it was only spirit.

[Shadow]

Shadow was about to push forward to go take a deeper look at teh demon, but she held back, fighting the urge to pace forward and veiw a demon in the world not of their own...

Yes, she'd visited the world of demons, but never had she veiwed on in teh world of the ones they tried to control. The part of her soul that her demon resided in thier land had always had a connection allowing her to mae her way to the world of darkness and blood, the twisted world of the demons, or last int eh world of the darkness.

Her eyes flashed to red, glowing bright the red slashes marked down her body were perfectly spaced deep but it was as if cloth makred the insides for now blood spilled.

Her teeth turned to a jagged look, but this was all she ever allowed be seen of her. The twisted black and green and silver body that she had in the other world was much different than this was...

[JessicaMarie]

Bete Noire glanced at Shadow, concerned about her tranformation but concerned about himself. With the presence of this demon's true form, he found himself going into a state of pure anger and hate. He already had his vision, which meant there was only two more steps to take untill he was fully unleashed. And he would try to not take that last step, for he could already feel himself changing.

His body grew larger, not the lean body from before, but rather a large body, obviously full of power and might. His teeth grew longer, dagger set into his skull, and his talons were defined to daggers as well, and even sharper than normal. He growled at himself, furious for not being able to control it. It had been a while since he had even met abother wolf, yet alone a demon. Pretty soon, if he didn't control himself, his black magic would come too. And if that happened, there was no going back.

"You think I'm afraid of a pthetic body snatcher like you? You can't even possess a worthy body, let alone control it fully." He felt himself filled with anger, and his voice grew venomous, "My suggestion to you is to end your demented hopes of even fighting me, because it's obvious that even a demon like you couldn't win."

He felt his talons flew insitncively, no matter how much he tried to control his demon mind. 'Kill him. Do it now. Just use it. Use the magic. Use me.' the demon persauded, slightly begging to be let comppletely free. 'Isn't it enough that you have your physical form free?' Bete Noire replied, his own voice sad and tired. He was tired, tired of this constant battle. He looked to Shadow, almost apologizing to her before he did something rash.

No. He had no reason to fear his own control, did he?

Wait... Was that the wisp of black magic from his paw?

[Harlequime]

"I dotn ahve dreams of figthing you COyote. I only wanted oyu to kil that mortal body but you couldnt so i did. Fightening a rotten mutt liek you would hodl no pleasure. See, I am not physical so I couldnt hurt mor ethen your mind. ANd you.. well you couldnt hurt me at all. I hate frair fights but i draw the line at no risk at all.." He smiled evilly before leaping forwrad and effortlessly pasing through a tree.

"No physical form Coyote.." He repeated before a short laugh broke free. A hyena type sound. Fitting for this inwolven beast. Hsi eyes danced to shdows form. A poout came acros his face. as he sho0ok his head.

"Come now dear. SHow your true form as well. Its no fun watching you be half while we here are full. I promise nto to laugh." He egged her on as if he held no true fear. whiutch he did, btu it wa shidden away and locked up with the peices of the souls he stole from each wofl eh possessed. A safe spot in hsi crackled form.

[JessicaMarie]

Bete noire wanted so bad just to tear this Demon's orm apart.

'Show him you can hurt him. Show him that even without a physical form, we can hurt him. We can kill him. Kill him. He need to physical form for death, only a soul o be sacrificed...'

but Bete Noire ignored the thoughts as best he couldn't, talons digging into the ground as he grunted. the black wis started to slowly creep up his paw and then forleg, a soft sigh comin from his muzzle. He would not kill this demon. If he believed himself to be invicible because he had no physical form to hurt, then he was mistaken. best to surprise him when he acts up again, than to show him now....