Draven vs. Tobias
The battlefield fell into a tense, chaotic silence as Tobias and Draven circled one another, their wolf forms embodying raw power and seething hatred. Tobias’s dark fur bristled with shadows that writhed unnaturally, tendrils of magic sparking in the air around him. His eyes gleamed black as pitch, locked onto Draven with unbridled malice.
Draven, larger and more commanding, stood like an immovable force, his muscles coiled with fury. His amber eyes burned, not with chaos, but with determination forged through years of leadership. Blood and dirt clung to his midnight fur, but it only added to the savage majesty of his presence.
Tobias broke first, lunging with a feral snarl that sent wolves scattering from the impact. Their bodies collided with a deafening crack, claws raking and teeth snapping as they fought for dominance.
Draven caught Tobias’s shoulder with his teeth, his jaws clamping down until Tobias roared in pain and twisted away. Tobias retaliated with a swipe of his claws, slicing through Draven’s flank, the wound leaving a trail of blood that dripped onto the torn earth.
“You should’ve stayed in your shadows, Tobias,” Draven snarled, his voice a low rumble even in his wolf form. “You’ll die here today.”
Tobias laughed, the sound dark and guttural. “You don’t understand what I’ve become. I am power!”
His dark magic flared, sending a wave of energy crashing into Draven and throwing him backward. The ground splintered under the force, but Draven rose immediately, his growl reverberating through the battlefield.
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Meanwhile, Isla carved her way through the chaos, her white wolf form darting between snapping jaws and slashing claws. Blood streaked her fur, but her focus was razor-sharp. She caught sight of Seraphine, now back in her human form, her crescent mark blazing like a sinister beacon.
Seraphine turned her cold eyes on Isla, a smirk curling her lips. “And here comes the Moon Goddess’s golden child,” she taunted. “You think you can save him? You can’t even save yourself.”
Isla leapt at her without hesitation, her claws swiping toward Seraphine’s throat. Seraphine countered with a burst of shadow magic, sending Isla skidding across the ground. Isla’s growl was low and feral as she surged back to her feet, her silver eyes flashing.
“You’re just a cheap imitation, Seraphine,” Isla spat. “You’ve always been a shadow of what you could’ve been.”
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Draven and Tobias’s battle raged on, their movements a blur of violence and fury. Tobias’s attacks grew more erratic, his desperation seeping into every strike. “You can’t win!” he screamed, his voice distorted by the dark magic pouring from him.
Draven’s response was a brutal swipe that tore across Tobias’s chest, leaving deep, bloody gashes. “You’re weak,” Draven growled. “And you’ve already lost your army.”
He was right. Around them, Tobias’s forces were crumbling. Seraphine’s calculated betrayal had fractured his army, leaving many rogues paralyzed by indecision or outright fleeing. The shadow wolves, now untethered, turned on friend and foe alike, adding to the chaos.
Draven seized the opening Tobias’s desperation provided. He lunged, slamming into Tobias with enough force to drive him to the ground. With a savage snarl, Draven sank his fangs into Tobias’s throat, his bite unrelenting. Tobias thrashed beneath him, his dark aura sputtering and fading as blood pooled around them.
Draven didn’t let go until Tobias’s struggles ceased, his lifeless body collapsing into the dirt. Draven raised his head, blood dripping from his muzzle, and let out a triumphant roar that echoed across the battlefield.
Wolves on both sides stopped, their gazes snapping to the scene. The Crimson Fang pack howled in victory, their spirits surging as their Alpha stood over the fallen tyrant.
