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Post by silverpelt12 on Jan 28, 2008 20:42:29 GMT -5
"I said put me down!" yowled the black femmora from in the jowls of the black brute. She dare not move at the chance of paralyzation. Her teeth were shown in a snarl and her eyes flicked desperately for her siblings.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 28, 2008 21:35:13 GMT -5
"You move you die." he growled from underneathe her scruff. He did not let got of her fro awhile then he dropped her harshly to the ground. He then pinned her to the ground with one paw on her chest and a claw to her throat once more.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jan 29, 2008 7:28:02 GMT -5
[black] "What exactly is it you want with me? Is there a point in you taking me by force threating to kill me grabbing me by the back again and taking me here?"she growled .She lay immobilized by the huge brute, he was at east twice her size. She she felt a trickle of blood run down her face from the impact of the hit.[/black]
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Post by Sheera on Jan 29, 2008 19:34:47 GMT -5
"Well first.. I wanted to take you away from that damned brute..." he said truthfully. "I guess if you wanted... you could-- leave?" he asked hiding the saddening feeling that grew in his cold heart. Was that warming he felt? He pushed that away quickly. "I mean.. if you want to.."
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jan 30, 2008 7:14:28 GMT -5
[black]She then bit his leg hard and snarled,"Your a son of a cat". The rage inside her was blinding, was he having mood-swings or something, first he's trying to kill her then he's being nice, then kill her again, the saying she could leave.. MAKE up your mind already!!! "If you one of those wolves who enslave faes then I don't wish to be here," she coughed a little with his paw on her chest.[/black]
((What do wolves that enslave other wolves do?))
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Post by Sheera on Jan 30, 2008 18:18:57 GMT -5
He lept off her and smile sweetly at her. "But do that I do not.." he said truthfully. He wanted her. Yes he had taken ONE femora. He had taken her for three days to spy on the packs for Blood Mist.. but she really was a slave or anything.. she was half evil herself and was willing to spy. He flicked his tail back and forht then sat there looking at her curiously. He soon began to speak. "I do not enslave females I simply ask WOLVES not only females to maybe do me a few favors that I could not attend to due to other plans. Nothing bad.. the wolves that I speak to are ones that I know will be willing to do whatever job i may need done.." that was the truth. he has really never forced any wolf to ever do anything.
EDIT: Oh well Dark Hex has never been one but this is what they do:
They have the femoras do dirty work.. like maybe killing innocent wolves.. they push them around finding it amusing to watch them squirm.. they slice them until they're barely alive.. and other bad stuff
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jan 30, 2008 20:29:14 GMT -5
[black]She got to her paws and raised her hackles, "Then what do you want with me?" she snarled. Her lips curling back to reveal razor-like fangs. She unsheathed her black claws." I don't want to kill somebody at the moment unless it would be you, then no problem with me? Is it that you want my blood now or something?" she snarled at him.[/black]
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Post by Sheera on Jan 30, 2008 20:47:25 GMT -5
"Oh no no no!" he said his eyes widening and a gasp escape his jaws. He stood there rigid with shock and unexplained pain. "Why on earth would you think that?!" he said in a disbelieving voice. "No no no femora.. I don't think you understand! I do not use other wolves to kill or even hurt anybody.. I use them to get information you see... for the one shadow that could have done wonders... yet could have done so little... but I am loyal to myself and no other.. I wasn't loyal to Lupus or Verlust then and I never will be.." he said a little more than was necessary, but more information did not hurt anybody. He heaved a heavy sigh. "You don't understand femora... I am not the one you believe I am." he said following with a short pause. "I am not one with heavy sinistre in my past.. yes I have killed who hasn't in their life? Yes I have battle.. who hasn't? Yes I am stained of blood but these days who really can survive one day without a fight? Dangers lurk everywhere my love. There is not an inch in these terras where there is no danger. Not an inch."
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jan 31, 2008 7:35:29 GMT -5
[black]"Oh really," she snorted back hotly. Her fur spiking out as she glared coldly at him, "Not an inch for you maybe but where I was I was safe because I am strong enough to take care of myself." She remebered those words, "And I am not your love first of all, and second, your nothing but a coward. You could and or wouldn't give me a chance to fight you were if I did I would leave you stone cold dead on the blood-stained ground," she snarled. [/black]
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 16:58:41 GMT -5
He sighed lightly as she stated that she was not his love. She was obviously not from where he came from. She didn't know the language of the Old Rakism Redeishan Pack. He looked at her but did not smile. "Oh but do you know what lurks around us at this very moment? Do you know the demons that wait for a femora like yourself to step into their traps?" he paused. "You could have attacked me for the last 10 minutes since you've been free maiden." He didn't show any sign of resentment, or fright. There was no sign of a smug attitude or any sarcastic personality.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 17:05:06 GMT -5
"Do you acctucally want me to attack you," she growled, "I know of those dangers, my father was one of them he raped me when I was a pup and I would fight with my brothers to the near death and everytime we had to check the pulse of the loser to make sure they were still living," she looked up at him, her puphood replaying back in her mind, her eyes showing the pain and suffering she went through as a young pup. Nothing but loathing and hatrid flaring out of them, something else though..
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 17:21:59 GMT -5
He wasn't look at her. He had his own history that he would never forget. He looked at his paws.. but not of anything of shame. He was actually looking at his paws. He saw one claw piercing out of his left paw. Only one claw.. not 20 but one. His face was ripped up and scarred. His tail was shredded under the fur that scattered on it.. it was obvious if he kept it still that it was shredded. One ear was barely an ear.. but just a rugged line sitting on his head. His broad shoulders had not only claw marks but burn marks staining his skin, there were scars in which once was a slit, and many other scars from un-wolf-like causes. He sighed a painful sigh and finally looked from his one claw. "I have no history." he said in a painfully forced snarl.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 17:34:23 GMT -5
"Sure, you just appered out of the sky tattered and torn," she snarled back ,"Rogues are alone because of thier histories," she lepted at him and sliced her fangs through part of his body and slashed her at him rearing up to do so.
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Post by Sheera on Feb 1, 2008 17:46:39 GMT -5
"I don't want to play your games femora." he said in a sort of growl. He kicked her off lightly and lept away. He didn't seem hurt in anyway. He was not. He could not be hurt. He couldn't.. his history had left him numb to pain.
The slashing and slitting.. the zapping and shocking.. and the other animals that he watched die before his eyes.. but one he could not just watch die. No he took action. As his mother was set afire he watched her as she shriveld to a burned, ashy bloody body. This was to much. He had ripped open the steel cage and devoured the humans.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Feb 1, 2008 17:55:31 GMT -5
"Fine, I shall leave you to your moarning, just remeber my words: A Past is what makes you who you are and a past only a thing that happened long ago." se woofed," She turned away from him, "And once I leave I shall only be a thing of the past," her fur flattened her eyes cooled off and she took the first step through the white snow.
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