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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 21:54:55 GMT -5
Grit stared up cooly, as if he didn't care.. because he had a trick up his fur.. like a tick that had finally come out, from enoughy blood he smiled and quickly ripped his arm down his face broke free and launched at Rip and pinned him down.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 21:57:55 GMT -5
Brook's fur bristled. She narrowed her eyes, on edge. Her strength was returning in waves of anger...
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:06:02 GMT -5
Rip eyes did not flash any emotion at all. He was not worried. he ripped his claw from under Grit's claws and slashed his face with a huge heavy paw throwing him off of him. he leapt up and leapt up onto Grit and pinned him down, they both ripped and tore at each other making claw marks and making blood and fur fly everywhere.
Finally one flew into a rock, with a loud yelp and lie still, the blood covered both of the wolves hiding their scent and identady.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:09:21 GMT -5
"Rip?" Brook gasped. She held her breath, unable to tell one from the other. There was too much blood.
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:16:41 GMT -5
The last one standing growled viciously breathing heavily, blood staining his fur, teeth, claws, evrything. He stared at the limp body searching for breathe, he saw a faint rise and fall. He look at the fae.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:18:34 GMT -5
Brook's fur bristled as the wolf looked at her. "R-Rip?" she asked. Her voice was laced uncertainty.
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:22:18 GMT -5
The wolf's eyes lightened and softened then slowly walked *with a small limp* towards her. His body covered in deep long scratches and bites. His blood and the other wolf's covered his body and leaked to the ground leaving a trail on the ground as he walked. His one ear had a huge tear now.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:25:44 GMT -5
Brook watched his eyes soften. Still wary, she stood her ground. "Are you Rip?" she barked softly. She wanted to run towards the wolf.
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:30:50 GMT -5
Rip's face showed a blood hidden grin. He began. "Of course you troublesome furball beauty."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:33:51 GMT -5
Brook ran foward and licked Rip. "I almost thought you were dead for a moment!" she whimpered, looking at him. When Grit had held him under his paws, she had been terrrified for him. She had almost ran out there if it weren't for Rip's counterattack.
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:39:56 GMT -5
"That lump of fur.. is strong.. that was some competition." he gasped out and took a deep breathe. "but it was worth it." he said with a hidden smirk.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:42:49 GMT -5
Brook rested her muzzle on his shoulder, growing weaker again. She forced hersel to remain standing for Rip's sake. "Are you alright, then? You should rest..."
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:44:25 GMT -5
He grabbed her scruff the blood from his fangs seeping into her fur and brought her into the cave and set her down in the soft grass. "Not until I drive him away."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Sept 8, 2007 22:47:20 GMT -5
Brook tensed. She looked past Rip and at the bloody figure. If Grit put up a fight, it would end badly.
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Post by Sheera on Sept 8, 2007 22:51:03 GMT -5
Rip walked out of the den and walked up to the bloody figure, he picked up the scruff and turned him towards him. He glared at him. He saw the fear flicker in his eyes and he snarled sending Grit scrambling across the floor clumsily and ran away..
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
