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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 20:51:27 GMT -5
The dark fae moved through the wilderness. Her mind set on returning home. To her brothers to Her home. She was strong. Her muscles rippled through her body. The femmora unsheathed her claws for protecting. She came to the front of a cliff. Lost. She sat by it and looked around. Her beautiful pelt rippled in the waves from the wind that blew through her fur.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2008 21:00:30 GMT -5
Crazed eyes appeared in the thicket, like mirrors of moonlight as they scanned the horizon. And, almost as soon as they had appeared, the orbs vanished. They had found a target... and their insane keeper already had his mind set on what he had been cursed to do...
On what he always did.
Without remorse, Turpin began tracking the fae.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:04:02 GMT -5
[black]Envy got to her paws and felt the wind flow through her thick fur. Her green eyes filled with energy , no hope. She knew she wouldn't find her way home. She would just have to make her own somwhere, all alone. She was a sin forever seperated. Her tail waved a little in the air.[/black]
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 21:08:42 GMT -5
Cold air pierced the air whipping scents of crazed flavors. None of which were obnormal.. if you were a killer that is. The crazed scents whirled in the air piercingly cold.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2008 21:09:41 GMT -5
Turpin prowled forward like a great cat stalking his prey. Quickening his pace until he could almost hear Envy's breath ahead, the killer broke into a vicious sprint. He broke cover, leaping through the air and tackling Envy with his enormous bulk and muscular frame... ...and his dagger-like fangs... (RAWR!  ) |
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:13:01 GMT -5
Envy tumbled to the ground and began to kick at Turpin with her claws digging into him. She snarled and tried to fight back. He was too strong. Her face distorted with memories of her terrrible past. She blanked out. Her eyes went blank with the look of wimsy in them as she remembered when her father abused her.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2008 21:16:17 GMT -5
(so, who'd you say was comin to the rescue? DarkHex?)
Unleashing a victorious cry, Turpin forced Envy further into the ground, standing over her. "Hello my dear..."
What a strong-looking fae... for a strong heir.
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 21:18:30 GMT -5
With much more power than the normal wolf pocessed a large scarlet-black color bowled into Turpin with daggers piercing into the wolf's neck as it lept. A massive now towered over the wolf. His chest tainted with scars.. from non-wolf related actions. Soon a scarred face lunged at the wolf's throat with no hesistation.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:18:51 GMT -5
She snarled, waking from her daze, "Let me go," she snarled coldly. She bared her fangs. She aimed a kick at his under-belly and missed, he was too high up and too strong. She couldn't fight back. She just turned her head and embeded them into his leg.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2008 21:27:11 GMT -5
Turpin smirked in sick amusement at the fae's feeble attempts of escape... but he felt himself knocked off his feet, and that transforming his smile into a snarl.
Curling his lip in anger, the brute tore away from the figure, blood pooling from his neck. Eyes mad-- almost rabid-- Turpin, jumped to his paws and dashed forward in a dizzy swagger, ready to fight.... sort of.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:29:42 GMT -5
Envy got to her paws shakily,' What's with brutes these days...' she thought to herself and her eyes flared with anger. She growled, "Let's dance, shall we," she snarled. Her ears flattening to her head as the femmora growled, "I'm not a fae you can take advantage of," and tensed her muscles.
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 21:33:06 GMT -5
The all-to-familair brute's fur bristled and he lept at the wolf once more this time tumbling across the small space that surrounded. He tumbled into the undergrowth thorns piercing through his all-to-numb skin. He snarled angrily and slashed his claws out at the brute.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:34:47 GMT -5
Envy felt herself get dizzy as blood poured from her side. The impact had hit a hard rock and she fell unconsis. Her paws twitched and the bleeding stopped but the femmora was so elegantly asleep.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 1, 2008 21:39:49 GMT -5
Turpin narrowed his eyes at the brute above him. He would have fought more... but he had just fallen off a cliff and was emotionally scarred by memories for three days...
Versus the wolf hovering over him, he would definately lose.
"Keep her, then!" the insane killer growled hoarsely. He kicked up with his hind legs, shoving the other brute off of him by basically "punching" him in the stomach. Leaping to his paws, Turpin dove for cover in the bushes, limping/staggering off into the darkness.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 21:43:09 GMT -5
Envy's breathing was shallow. Her eyes were closed and her fur was ruffled. Cuts covered her body. The brute hadn't been able to take advantage of her. She was okay. She was alive.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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