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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 2:00:39 GMT -5
The strong, lithe build of a crimson-russet wolf emerged from the undergrowth. He heaved a heavy sigh, listening to the subtle sounds of water gurgling, prey running, or snow falling from the Heavens above. It was cold and the air was crisp. But it did not bother the wolf. His long fur coat shielded him from the elements... and, above all, he was a hardened warrior. A BloodMist warrior.
At least, he used to be a BloodMist warrior.
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 2:13:07 GMT -5
The scent of blood flooded the air. A very beat up wolf lie limp and uncontious. Blood and dirt sticking to the fur. The wolves muzzle filled with thorns, feet filled with rocks piercing her paws, and body filled with bigger rocks, deeper in her fur.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 2:22:42 GMT -5
A rank odor swept across Argon's nostrils. He froze, recognizing the stench as blood. Dear Lupus... what the...? He instinctively ran towards the scent, as BloodMist was raised to seek out the smell of the weak. The brute skidded to a halt, looking down at the mangled frame of another wolf.
"...are you alright!?"
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 2:26:55 GMT -5
The bloody figure did not respond. It just kind of lied there. Limp....
"Dear Golden Mist!" a beautifully figured wolf exclaimed as she aproached the battered wolf. Her fur was long, soft, and feathery. Her hazel eyes flashed with worry. She looked at the wolf. Her eyes did not even seem to think he was the culprit. Why? Well duh! He saved her life! DER!
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 2:34:17 GMT -5
Argon nudged the limp wolf gently. "Please... are you alright?" He glanced up at the other femme, concern flashing in his eyes. He had a Healer instinct. "Better get some herbs." He disappeared into the bushes, returning minutes later with cobwebs a strange-smelling plant.
"...if only I could get her mouth open..." he muttered, dropping the materials at his paws.
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 2:41:18 GMT -5
The hazel- eyed beauty leaned close to the limp wolf. She parted her mouth a quarter inch. She saw that a thorn pierced through the top of the muzzle to the bottom, meaning it would be hard to open the mouth until she pulled it out. She gripped the thorn in her mouth she got a firm grip, counted to three in her mind and slipped the thron out of the muzzle. She looked at the other throns. She repeated the steps with all of the thorns. When she was finished many small piercings littered her muzzle. She parted the jaw for Argon.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 2:46:52 GMT -5
Argon barely supressed a wince at the sight of the battered fae and the barbed muzzle. Nodding in thanks to Ameara, Argon lowered his head, nudging the herbs into the maw of the fae, and pressing down lightly on her jaw to make her chew. Then he gently massaged her throat with his nose, trying to get the femme to swallow.
"This should give her energy..."
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 2:51:37 GMT -5
*swallow swallow*
The lump of blood, dirt, and fur jerked it's head up then thumped back to the ground. She growled and lept to her feet, her legs crippled under her and she fell to the ground. "Santa?"
Ameara perked her ears.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 2:56:19 GMT -5
(lol)
The wolf had the sudden urge to exclaim 'ho, ho, ho!', but he decided against it. "My name is Argon... I want to help you," Argon woofed gently. "Please sit... you'll only hurt yourself if you move around."
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 3:06:38 GMT -5
The wolf was confused. She remembered nothing. What was she? Was she a reindeer? More importantly was that thing talking to her a penquin or a polar bear? She sat up and felt her head throbbing and pounding. "Who's there?" she answered the artificially knock.
Ameara flicked one ear back.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 1, 2007 3:20:09 GMT -5
"Do you feel alright?" Argon woofed slowly. He glanced helplessly at Ameara, then back to the femme. "Please... can you tell us your name?"
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Post by Sheera on Dec 1, 2007 16:56:15 GMT -5
"UH.. er... my name? Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........." she sat hard thinking. "UMMMMMMMMMMM....................................................................................................Lluvia? Yes LLUVIA!!" she exclaimed.''
Ameara looked at her. "Well Lluvia where is your home?" she asked slowly.
Lluvia looked at her like she was bearing eight legs.
"Where do you sleep?"
Same look.
"Just what I thought. She has brain damage.. we won't get anything out of her." she told Argon.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 2, 2007 2:32:17 GMT -5
Blinking the frustration from his gaze, Argon sighed. "Poor wolf... I wonder if she has family." He winced, realizing that he, too, had no living relatives.
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Post by Sheera on Dec 2, 2007 2:39:59 GMT -5
Lluvia looked at them both like an ignorant pup.
Ameara looked at Argon. She saw past his iron shield. She looked back at the worthless-- I- I mean helpless leader.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 2, 2007 2:45:54 GMT -5
Argon blinked, throwing himself back into reality. "Err... would you like to stay with us until you're better?" he asked the femme. "You'd be safer with us."
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
