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Dying in floof!=D Poor dur,they never got the chance to escape BB )=

There's always my Darkweaver.

You can start it if you'd like.. ^^

It was not unusual to see the old demon near the playground. Though he had no particular reason to visit, the simple task of wandering away from the ruins would often lead back to the place he had once murdered his now reborn nemesis. Normally, he would generally be left unspoken to or relatively alone unless an old friend wandered by, but it seemed this time things turned out different.

Hearing a deep voice address him, Darkweaver turns his head part ways and angles one of his six crimson eyes toward the other. His dramatically long tail coils around his hind legs for a moment before he properly faces the other. "Hnn..." he rasps, sounding more like a wheeze. He looked over the features of the other for a moment, multiple eyes picking up different details in different spectrums at once. "Hello..." he finally responds.

A glimmer of thought seems to pass threw those multiple eyes. With a small amount of consideration, he looked over the other stag. The other is certainly larger than most; just a bit bigger than the average Irish Elk. Of course, he himself also towered over most. A demon from the irish elk species after all, is bound to be something of a giant. It would be as fair a spar as one could get, with that in mind. The other also seemed heavilly aged, again much like himself. Perhaps younger though.

Darkweaver pulls his skull into his form of a smile, and turns his body to fully face the other stag.
"Hnn... I would... not mind... hnn....a spar." he decides.

He may have been older than sand, but he still had his speed when needed. He could see the change in body heat in the other as adrenaline increased. He could also see a change in aura, preluding to what would be a battle without the proper manners that usually accompanied a spar. Generally one would bow in respect first.

Swiftly, the old demon lowers his head, momentarilly locking his single antler with the other's antlers. With a short twist of the neck he releases himself and strides sideways, straffing around the other's kick. He is just barely grazed by a tine from those big antlers. A snort escapes his four nostrils, and his jaws part to flash his demonic teeth, largest teeth in the front and smallest in the back of his mouth. A shot rasp escapes his throat as he tosses back his head and swings it sideways, using single massive antler now to actively battle back.

All he needed to do was turn his head the right way while the other lunged at him, and lock his legs to hold his ground. That cresant moon shaped antler of his is angled between his opponent and himself. The attack aimed for his decayed throat would have to press threw the massive tines of his single antler if those teeth had any hope of reaching their goal... especially without causing serious self harm in the process on his oponent's part. A hoof does manage to get past the antler even if teeth are blocked. His heavy black fur manage to soften the blow, though it is still felt. He refuses to step back in response to the kick, but instead suddenly strides forward toward the other and raises on his hind legs. For a moment the chains on his bloody fetlocks dangle below him as his hooves tear at the air before crashing down, aiming for those offending antlers.
Dark always did have little patience for his enemies tines. It was always a priority to damage tines enough to make antlers a shadow of their former glory, even if it didn't always succeed.

The old demon holds still for the moment. Crimson eyes narrow slightly at the attempt to sound weak and innocent. While it might be a good manipulation tactic toward most deer, he had a tendancy to eat the weak and helpless, especially if they were male. Unfortunatly, his chains had been locked with the others antlers in such a way that he'd have to set him free in order to be free himself. He had to remain balanced mainly on his hind legs, or he'd pull them both to the ground and possibly snap the other's neck on the way down.

Of course he could just count this as a trapped meal and start in on his feast.

For the moment he remains there, not releasing the other just yet. He had it in him to remain in a stand for a few minutes as long as the other's struggling isn't too desperate. This was an opportunity to speak.
"Hnn... what is... your name?" he rasps.

The skin fuzed to the edges of his skull's mouth pull upward to twist the skull into a grin. Amusement flashes threw a set of eyes at the other's words. His tounge lances out past his demonic teeth and coils up around the fawn horn sticking out of the nasal ridge of his skull. "Hnnhnn... I have... cer...tainly... ea..ten... worse." he comments. After a moment he lifts his forelegs and pulls his chains free, albet forcefully. His forelegs crash back to the ground, causing a mild tremoring in the ground from his weight.
"I am...called... Darkweaver."

The old stags grin became cruel. He had the feeling this stag didn't know when a battle should end. It was clear he completely lacked sparring etticate from the beginning, when no traditional bow had been offered. Being released from a trap after whining for freedom would generally be considered confessing defeat.

If this stag wasn't interested in proper sparring manners, neither would he be. Further, attemping to show real aggression and trying to kill would have to be met with his own murderous nature.

Seeing the other leap, the ancient demon twists around and violently strikes out with his hind legs, aiming to strike the other clean out of the air. Because the other's target was his back, gravity combined with oppositional force would mean this guy was about to get himself quite hurt.

ooc: Hehe, Dark might let a fawn get away with that, but not another old demon. XD

Bic: Again, Darkweaver turns around to face Savior. The rotted flesh holding his skull together pulls into a mild frown. His crimson eyes remain narrowed, daring the other to try anything else. For all points and purposes, he had remained mainly unharmed with this encounter so far.
By all means, if he wanted to 'play' the same way as the other, he could easilly attack while the other is down. However, he choses not to.

"Hnn... indeed. You seem.... too old.. for that... kind of... 'play'." he rasps. A rebuke, nothing more for the moment.

His goal had been to demean the other, and it seems to have gone over the other's head. A laugh, more like a cough than anything, escapes his throat. "Indeed... That would... hnn... explain... the lack... of sparring....hnn... eti...quit." he scoffs.

The old demon held his head high, looking down to the other. "Yet you... do not... know... the ma...nners.. a spar... en..tails." he rasps. He watches Savior retrieve his fiddle. In the back of his mind, he wonders how the other could even plan to play such an instrument with hooves. Certainly he must use other methods.

His head tilts slightly at the following question. "Hnn... I am.. na..tive... to this... forest... though I... have been... cur...sed... by the... hnn... demons... that rule.. over the... hnn.. land... hnn.... many.... cen...turies... ago. I have... tav...eled... hnn... much of... the worlds.. beyond." he states.

A low growl resounds in the old demon's decaying throat. At this point in time he has no reason to trust the other stag. If he didn't think he could trust the other, how could he possibly pull out the will to teach him? It is true that he had taught other deer before, but the lessons he had shared were in how to fight. Never to be more respectable in simple spars.

He watches the other sit down, as if honestly expecting to hear everything there is to know about proper sparring right then and there.
As long as the other was sitting, he decides he might as well give the first rule of sparring an honorable mention.

"Hnn... before... anything... when you... initiate a... spar... you should... show re...spect for the... other with... a bow." he states bluntly, swishing his long tail loosely around his hind legs.

(lawl... That's going to grind old Dark-a-lark's nerves. XD Teenagers. XD)


Darkweaver seemed unmoved by the other's sudden exuberance.
"Hnn... no. There is.. more to... sparring than... that. You should... also al..ways re...main face... to face... with your... opponent.... and use... only your... antlers. A..ttacking hnn... sides and... from behind, or... with teeth and... intent to...hnn... harm is... only for... true battles... and not for... hnn... spars." he adds.