Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 17:04:56 GMT -5
Roars and snarls abrubted and slashed through the air.
The rocky mountanous lands were about to show their true face.
Death was to come in the approaching hour, blood was to be poured.
The treachorous mountains were to show their true faces as the purification drew near.
Fury
The treachorous form of a large brute announced that treachory was upon the lands. The brute had a long, heavy built frame. Every bit of his body was was made of efficacious muscle and bone. He held four long, muscular legs, no doubt he was agile.
This beast had a unnaturally long tail, with unusually thick bone and fur. No doubt this was a worthy weapon of the treachorous male.
A chilling factor about this brute was his optics. They were piercing and menacing. They both held their own color, and defied the ordinary ability of the common eye. One held an electric color of a piercing blue, sending dangerous signs to the surroundings. The other held a ripping yellow that could shrill through the body of another wolf and rip a soul to pieces.
This wolf went by the calling of Black Fury, and as he stood on a raised rock, there were others around him who stood on flatter ground, but they all faced a large clearing in which more wolves stood around, making it impossible to enter or exit if you were in or out of the clearing.
The menacing wolf on the rised surface spoke, and if his appearance and ability were not enough his voice would chill a full-grown wolf.
"Welcome to the Purification of the Rogue and Loner Ranks!" his voice was low, slick and full of dirty little secrets. It was half a snarl half a normal voice. He continued on in the same voice.
"I have seen too many of those good and pure to even comprehend why they are that sort. So I sent many to grab a multitude of those unworthy of life. Many of the rogue ranks have gone soft, and I have sent many to go fetch, not them, but the dear little females that have turned them soft." he gave a short pause as many yips and snarls broke out.
"The purification will begin shortly, but I will first explain what will happen with each wolf brought in. The wolves will be brought in, in pairs, and I will give orders to those I wish to execute these wolves. If they fail to execute another wolf will be brought in to finish their work, and if I believe necessary, execute the failure as well." he paused, then once again continued. "We will lie the corpses of those killed in a mountanous pile on the side, and after the purification takes place, the feast will begin." he gave a menacing smile, and the most horrible event followed:
In a split of a second he pierced a frighteningly long claw behind him, and speared onto the claw was a horrified female.
The female was a light brown color, tinted a red-blood color, proeliater age, and lashing her legs out.
The large beast pinned her down easily with one paw and smiled a smiled so horrifying, it made her yip with fright.
"...but for right now, we will all have a taste of what is to come in the all too far away feast." excited murmurs and snarls broke out, and the rogues shifted with the excitement they held.
He smiled down at the female and whispered a small whisper, so only she could hear.
"Dear, dear packwolf, you're a little far from your nest aren't you?"
He raised his voice so everyone could hear the announcement he was to make. "My dear Lillith was the first to come up with this plan, and she told me that she could get me a pack wolf, and as she promised here she is! Passion, Lupuds Proeliater of the Sheeran pack!" he smirked, and placed his claw onto her chest.
"Wolves of the Roguelands, I give you the first death of the purification, to be the death of a packwolf!" he howled, and in mere seconds pressed hard on the claw, making gushing, gurgling noises as it ripped through the skin, flesh, and guts.
A loud splashing noise announced the piercing of the heart as blood splattered off the rock to the shadows below.
The beast smile and speared the female once more with his claw. He raised her up to cheers and yips of excitement. Soon he slammed her back down to the ground, and not waiting a moment, took one claw and ripped a line through her stomach, rervealing her tattered insides.
Blood gushed onto his claws and he poked a claw towards the center of the female, and ripped it out.
Now speared onto his claw was a still, bloody, pear-shaped, heart. He smiled with pleasure and put it to the side. Soon, he was again slicing the female, ripping flesh into small pieces for every wolf in the clearing.
Blood was soon dripping from the cliff as he lifted his forepaw, whose claws were speared through bloody pieces of flesh. He slung his paw forward and the pieces of flesh flew towards the wolves in the clearing below, this took place for several minutes as he threw the las tof the flesh to the wolves. Each wolf had had at least one bloodied, honorable sliver of flesh, and every wolf was now on their feet waiting for the second victim to come.
The beast on the raised platform now held the heart above his head. "Hearts of the impure are those needing to be shattered and torn. I give you, the fate of all those impure!" he roared as he slammed the heart through the air. It rocketted from his claw towards its gory fate below.
It slammed to the floor and, as if it were a water balloon filled with the death water, it broke and splattered towards the faces of the wolves around. Almost every wolf that made up the wall of the clearing was splashed with the red liquid, and soon was happily leaping in the air lipping their lips for the taste of blood.
The beast smiled with pleasure and awaited until everyone was quiet. He then stood and raised his head. He let out a long, clear note announcing the beginning of the purification. Everyone joined in, and soon the air was filled with one long note. This note was the welcome of death.
[Okay, so this is how this goes:
Black Fury rounded up a couple friends and told them to grab some loners that they could handle.... no large opponents will be brought here.. most likely small females and all... anyways this is not part of a plot or anything... its just what Black Fury does like daily XD... yeah so its nothing big... its like maybe ten wolves that are going to kill the charries that should be dead and I don't feel like killing from the sickness... I have muse for bloody stuff right now so that is how it will be.... yeah.. think of this as Black Fury being the leader of his own little gang and them wolfnapping alot of sheera's characters and killing them...
you can make one of your rogues one here... like one of the ones making the wall around the clearing... or if you wish one of your charries dead, you can make one of them one of the captured... so yeah...]
The rocky mountanous lands were about to show their true face.
Death was to come in the approaching hour, blood was to be poured.
The treachorous mountains were to show their true faces as the purification drew near.
Fury
The treachorous form of a large brute announced that treachory was upon the lands. The brute had a long, heavy built frame. Every bit of his body was was made of efficacious muscle and bone. He held four long, muscular legs, no doubt he was agile.
This beast had a unnaturally long tail, with unusually thick bone and fur. No doubt this was a worthy weapon of the treachorous male.
A chilling factor about this brute was his optics. They were piercing and menacing. They both held their own color, and defied the ordinary ability of the common eye. One held an electric color of a piercing blue, sending dangerous signs to the surroundings. The other held a ripping yellow that could shrill through the body of another wolf and rip a soul to pieces.
This wolf went by the calling of Black Fury, and as he stood on a raised rock, there were others around him who stood on flatter ground, but they all faced a large clearing in which more wolves stood around, making it impossible to enter or exit if you were in or out of the clearing.
The menacing wolf on the rised surface spoke, and if his appearance and ability were not enough his voice would chill a full-grown wolf.
"Welcome to the Purification of the Rogue and Loner Ranks!" his voice was low, slick and full of dirty little secrets. It was half a snarl half a normal voice. He continued on in the same voice.
"I have seen too many of those good and pure to even comprehend why they are that sort. So I sent many to grab a multitude of those unworthy of life. Many of the rogue ranks have gone soft, and I have sent many to go fetch, not them, but the dear little females that have turned them soft." he gave a short pause as many yips and snarls broke out.
"The purification will begin shortly, but I will first explain what will happen with each wolf brought in. The wolves will be brought in, in pairs, and I will give orders to those I wish to execute these wolves. If they fail to execute another wolf will be brought in to finish their work, and if I believe necessary, execute the failure as well." he paused, then once again continued. "We will lie the corpses of those killed in a mountanous pile on the side, and after the purification takes place, the feast will begin." he gave a menacing smile, and the most horrible event followed:
In a split of a second he pierced a frighteningly long claw behind him, and speared onto the claw was a horrified female.
The female was a light brown color, tinted a red-blood color, proeliater age, and lashing her legs out.
The large beast pinned her down easily with one paw and smiled a smiled so horrifying, it made her yip with fright.
"...but for right now, we will all have a taste of what is to come in the all too far away feast." excited murmurs and snarls broke out, and the rogues shifted with the excitement they held.
He smiled down at the female and whispered a small whisper, so only she could hear.
"Dear, dear packwolf, you're a little far from your nest aren't you?"
He raised his voice so everyone could hear the announcement he was to make. "My dear Lillith was the first to come up with this plan, and she told me that she could get me a pack wolf, and as she promised here she is! Passion, Lupuds Proeliater of the Sheeran pack!" he smirked, and placed his claw onto her chest.
"Wolves of the Roguelands, I give you the first death of the purification, to be the death of a packwolf!" he howled, and in mere seconds pressed hard on the claw, making gushing, gurgling noises as it ripped through the skin, flesh, and guts.
A loud splashing noise announced the piercing of the heart as blood splattered off the rock to the shadows below.
The beast smile and speared the female once more with his claw. He raised her up to cheers and yips of excitement. Soon he slammed her back down to the ground, and not waiting a moment, took one claw and ripped a line through her stomach, rervealing her tattered insides.
Blood gushed onto his claws and he poked a claw towards the center of the female, and ripped it out.
Now speared onto his claw was a still, bloody, pear-shaped, heart. He smiled with pleasure and put it to the side. Soon, he was again slicing the female, ripping flesh into small pieces for every wolf in the clearing.
Blood was soon dripping from the cliff as he lifted his forepaw, whose claws were speared through bloody pieces of flesh. He slung his paw forward and the pieces of flesh flew towards the wolves in the clearing below, this took place for several minutes as he threw the las tof the flesh to the wolves. Each wolf had had at least one bloodied, honorable sliver of flesh, and every wolf was now on their feet waiting for the second victim to come.
The beast on the raised platform now held the heart above his head. "Hearts of the impure are those needing to be shattered and torn. I give you, the fate of all those impure!" he roared as he slammed the heart through the air. It rocketted from his claw towards its gory fate below.
It slammed to the floor and, as if it were a water balloon filled with the death water, it broke and splattered towards the faces of the wolves around. Almost every wolf that made up the wall of the clearing was splashed with the red liquid, and soon was happily leaping in the air lipping their lips for the taste of blood.
The beast smiled with pleasure and awaited until everyone was quiet. He then stood and raised his head. He let out a long, clear note announcing the beginning of the purification. Everyone joined in, and soon the air was filled with one long note. This note was the welcome of death.
[Okay, so this is how this goes:
Black Fury rounded up a couple friends and told them to grab some loners that they could handle.... no large opponents will be brought here.. most likely small females and all... anyways this is not part of a plot or anything... its just what Black Fury does like daily XD... yeah so its nothing big... its like maybe ten wolves that are going to kill the charries that should be dead and I don't feel like killing from the sickness... I have muse for bloody stuff right now so that is how it will be.... yeah.. think of this as Black Fury being the leader of his own little gang and them wolfnapping alot of sheera's characters and killing them...
you can make one of your rogues one here... like one of the ones making the wall around the clearing... or if you wish one of your charries dead, you can make one of them one of the captured... so yeah...]
- New Moon, Shadow Walker
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she can go visit her sick little boyfriend