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Like an owl, he was silent as he hunted. He ran across the West Border, pouncing at the hare that almost got away, and he dug his shining pearls into its neck, shaking it violently. Silent but violent, Comatose made his way away from the Border, sitting down on his haunches grumpily. The loner recalled his little adventure, replaying it through his mind.

He woke up in his den in the afternoon, hearing two or three howls. Comatose was annoyed and hungry, but the little prey around in No Man's Land forced him to go near Falling Moon, seeing as he refused to go anywhere near Dancing Stars, and began the hunt. At first, there was a rabbit, he caught it easily but it wasn't much of a fest for the large male. After that, he spotted a hare that kept running over the Falling Moon border line, and Comatose chased after it. It took him a few minutes before he came close to crossing the border and finally catching it, which then led him to where he was now.

Finishing, Comatose stretched his front legs and licked the blood from his lips, blue eyes staring at his setting. He loved this part of the border, he admitted it to himself many times. It was secluded and didn't have any mist. Comatose was used to the mist in No Man's Land, but it did annoy him.

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A low growl whispered across the fast-melting snow, the slush making walking strange an difficult, but the air was clear and from the shadows of his land, Duke walked out.

His brow was furrowed in anger, but his eyes were cool and collected, like the calm before the storm. He'd seen Comatose cross the border and, not unlike usual, Duke was not in the mood for trespassers. He didn't care if Comatose was just as large, or strong, as Duke. He didn't want any wolves, Dancing Stars or Loners, crossing his clearly marked borders.

"What the hell are you playing at, Comatose?" he snarled loudly, a hint of patronisation in his next words. "Too stupid to realise where a line lies?"

[Arbie]

Comatose looked round at Duke, brow furrowing. He stared at Duke, ignoring his patronizing and angry tone. Comatose hadn't seen Duke in a while, was what he thought, when really he should be thinking of backing off into No Man's Land again so a fight wouldn't ensue. But, being the big bad loner he was, Comatose stayed put and quickly brought his thoughts back to earth.

Looking at Duke again, Comatose blinked and stood up slowly.
"A little edgy, aren't you?" he said hoarsely, not taking his eyes off of the Alpha. Comatose wasn't aiming to agitate him more, he was just bored and kept to one of his mottos; Fight fire with fire. Even if water works better.

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Duke narrowed his dark eyes again, raising his head in a way that only too-clearly showed his superiority. He raised a lip in disgust. He was in no mood to deal with Comatose.

"Get out, Comatose. I won't tolerate stupid dogs like you strolling into my land when they have no right," Duke snapped, snarling in a throwaway manner, standing tall, muscles tense. If Comatose wanted to be forced out, Duke would be only too happy to oblige.

[Arbie]

Comatose raised his lips into a snarl, narrowing his eyes slightly at Duke. He was in no way moving out of the land now, it seemed like Duke wanted a fight.
"If I'm a dog like you say I am, then you must be a rat..." he muttered, not caring if Duke heard or not. Comatose was in no mood for a verbal fight. Comatose wanted a proper fight.

Snorting, he slowly made his way to Duke, circling him once.
"You do know I won't do anything in this land?" he asked, but he only sounded half interested on the subject of whether he was going to do something or not.

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Duke's eyes narrowed and his hackles raised as Comatose circled him. He could feel his blood boiling, as it always did. First his brother died and then loners felt they had a right to go for rambles in his land. A bloodcurdling growl escaped from deep within his wide chest.

"I wouldn't put anything past you, Comatose. You disgust me," Duke snarled, but decided quickly it wasn't worth any words verbally. He moved quickly away from Comatose circling him, and then turned, hesitating for just one second.

Then he leapt at him with his jaws parted and his claws branished, dark eyes wild with the fury and passion of the fight about to begin.

[Arbie]

Perhaps the Alphas of Falling Moon were getting too soft, thinking that no one would dare come into their territory just because they were once fearsome. He bared his teeth as Duke turned, hackles raised and when he leaped at Comatose, Comatose could feel a burst of energy already. Comatose knew Duke was a good fighter, a very good fighter, but Comatose was better, surely.
Making Comatose a very, very good fighter.

Comatose snarled and he thought of his options quickly. He couldn't go onto his hind legs to claw at Duke before he reached the ground, his stomach would be a perfect target for his claws. Comatose didn't think anywhere past that though. He leapt at Duke as well, claws aiming for Duke's shoulders. He ignored the blood that came from his new wounds, Comatose felt no pain.
(you can choose where Duke got him.)

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Duke tried to dodge in time, but after feeling his claws rip into Comatose, he wasn't quick enough. Speed was not his friend, he knew that. For a wolf of his size, there was no way he could be fast.

Comatose's attack missed one of his shoulders but cut deep into his other, and he felt his legs buckle from the force. He decided to go with it, though, and he rolled away, tucking his legs in and spinning around again to face him.

He ran forwards, aiming to crash heads with the large white wolf, and then attack his chest.

[Arbie]

Comatose's eyes were filled with anger, but it only came naturally. He and Duke were both large wolves, which meant neither of them were particularly talented in the speed department, giving both of them a fair advantage. Sort of.

His claws had Duke's blood on them already, but that was just a small wound in Comatose's eyes. Now that they were fighting, Comatose contemplated on whether he should let the Alpha win or not. They were both powerful and feared, but if Comatose left Duke to die... Then he would still be fearsome. What would the Falling Moons do?

He came back from his thoughts, and charged at Duke as well. Maybe they'd knock each other out. He opened his jaws wide, but at the last moment lowered his head the best he could and aimed to take a bite at Duke's chest. Sure, his neck would be in danger, but they could be in a too awkward position for Duke to get his jugular vein.

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Sensing that Comatose would lower his head, Duke changed tactics quickly, evading head butting him and snapping his jaws quickly down towards the side of Comatose's head, just below his jawline.

He was trying hard not to think about anything, for he could see thing calculating in Comatose's mind through his eyes, and Duke would tell no such tales with his. Those lifeless dark brown eyes would never tell a soul a thing.

Having launched his attack on Comatose's neck, Duke attempted to try and rip parts of him off. Sure, it was a little medieval, but he was sick of arrogant loners thinking they could go wherever they pleased. He didn't care if Comatose died at his feet right now.

[Arbie]

What was wrong with him? It just wasn't Comatose's day. He felt pain run through his body as all Duke's attacks got him. He narrowed his eyes and attempted to pull away, snapping at Duke's shoulder and blood dripped from his wound below his jaw-line. Comatose felt his limbs almost shake, but he held firm and ripped away from Duke.

He had wounds almost everywhere. Comatose wasn't going to lose to Duke, not anyone! He snarled, ignoring the pain for the time being, and circled round Duke so he was facing his left side, and lunged.

Comatose opened his jaws wide, hoping to bite down on his side. Claws were ready, and he aimed to dig them into his shoulder and back-side.

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What Duke might earlier have felt as doubt was replaced with an intense clarity. He knew he was going to win. He knew it with every fibre of his being, that very soon he'd walk away from Comatose's cold dead body.

And this gave him new life.

He felt Comatose's attacks rip into his side and shoulders, and he almost yowled out in pain. He was far too proud to give Comatose the satisfaction of hearing him cry out, though, and so instead he acted on instinct.

He turned around quickly, pulling away from the white wolf's attack, and swung a heavy clawed paw at the side of his opponent's heads, just below the jaw, claws ready for contact as he snarled.

[Arbie]

Comatose growled. He couldn't run, but he knew neither would Duke. They were both far too proud for their own good. Comatose wasn't going to die in this fight, nor in any other. He won every fight he was in, he wouldn't be a loser. Comatose growl grew louder as he felt claws connect to skin, there was no way of dodging that.

He bit down harder on Duke's side, hoping to wound the male more before he let go. Jumping back, Comatose snarled, baring his teeth warningly at Duke. Neither of them were going to give up soon.

Comatose narrowed his cold eyes. He wouldn't attack the front, Duke had an easy target then, but there was that wounded shoulder... No time to think of tactics, Comatose knew this, so he snarled and lunged for Duke's 'precious' face.

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Duke roared out angrily as he felt Comatose's claws rip into his face. He reared backwards, not running away but simply retreating from the attack. Then he lifted a black paw and wiped his face, feeling the blood sticky the fur on it.

He narrowed his eyes furiously, and a bloodthirsty snarl erupted from his chest. He may be wounded, but he could ignore the pain from his shoulder.

Thoughts of Kai, and how he'd died from losing too much blood, inspired him to win this fight. He had so much to lose and that was what made him so determined. He ran at Comatose again and dodged to the side last-minute, throwing himself sideways at the large white wolf to try and barge him off balance.

[Arbie]

Comatose had a knew idea forming in his mind now. Duke didn't seem to like getting his face ripped apart, so why not try again? Comatose felt pain run through his body, like a sudden shock, and it was like his legs were going to give in. No, he was not going to die, not today. He didn't want to back out either, but part of him was saying it was the right move.
Comatose wasn't affected by the snarl, he just returned it with a very loud growl.

When Duke came at him, he tensed himself, ready. But it seemed Duke had other plans and, as he felt the wind get knocked out of him, Comatose snapped at Duke and reached out to try and scar his face again before stumbling back. He bared his teeth, snapping his head round to look at Duke with fiery eyes.

Comatose couldn't win this, something in his mind told him this.
"Keep your damn land, I wasn't even on it."
It just came out, but now he knew there was no backing down on backing out. Comatose snorted, stepping back and felt his leg go limp.
"It was fun. We should try again some time."
That's all it was to him. A game.

Comatose snorted again, narrowing his eyes at Duke before trotting off. He was limping slightly, going slower than he wanted. But, he disappeared from the scene.