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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 19:45:07 GMT -5
Guerrier, or Warrior, lied down for only mere moments then stood silently and glided to the Cave. He sat at the entrance and stared into its depths.
He seemed to just sit there and watch. He wondered what her name was, and who she was to be sleeping when he lurked about.
"So...." he said... xp
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 20:17:46 GMT -5
(LOL Sheera XD )
Annanti opened her eyes and groaned irritably. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" she sighed. "Fine, then. I suppose you can step out of the rain." She hesitated, then added, "I'm Annanti, daughter of Liviana and Ralph." She stood up, shaking stray strands of moss from her pelt. She licked a forepaw, removing some of the blood she'd missed from her rabbit hunt earlier.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 20:42:56 GMT -5
[pssht. how else was I going to get them to start talking again? ^.^]
He smiled slightly, not revealing his ivory teeth.
He, with a quick pace, entered the den and shook out his sodden fur.
"Pretty name." he said with a smile, now revealing his teeth. "All of them," he added slowly. His English was rough, but he knew simple phrases and words.
He then took three steps forward, until he was a foot away from her, and sat. He gazed at her through his firey, ember eyes.
"A cold world it is out there, even without the chilling lluvia." he said in a conversational tone.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 20:48:41 GMT -5
Anannati smiled a bit, not a taunting, sly smile, but a genuinely pleasant grin. This wolf interested her intensely...she couldn't quite place it. For such a menacing spirit, he seemed quite alright...but she was still somewhat guarded.
"Thank you, Guerrier. And lluvia...is that....is that the rain?" She woofed, suprised by her own realization. "Yes, I suppose it is a terribly cold world..." She frowned suddenly, eyes fading to the bloody memoirs of Paris....and her sibling strewn dead across the crimson stones....
You may have very well slain me, Annanti, but this is not over. I will find you...
And then it will be you who is the slain.
She gave an involuntary shiver, unaware that she was really still in the den with Guerrier.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 21:09:25 GMT -5
He nodded and thought of the wolves he met... particularly one. A large red brute had been glowering over him, saliva dripping from his maw. He was speaking of purification, and how he would be attending. It was only the fact that the wolf had been alone that he had practically ripped the wolf to shreds. He didn't know why the wolf spoke of purification, but he really, then again, didn't care.
He noticed her shiver and though he knew it was not of cold he walked to her side and pressed against her, giving off his heat to her.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 21:19:28 GMT -5
Annanti lurched back to the present, twitching when she felt Guerrier next to her. She sighed, still tense, but did not move. She had her suspicions about this brute ;; many rogues thought females as a type of sport, which disgusted her intensely. She didn't know why she was trusting this male so much, but she did unconsiously. Perhaps this isn't so bad... she supposed.
There was a large *CRACK* from outside of the den.
Wolves were about....
( *cues evil purifying wolf of Sheera's* XD )
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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 21:38:55 GMT -5
OCC: Oh yay!!
Lurching outside her den, was none other but a large red brute ripped to shreds. Accompanying this large brute was a black brute almost twice the size as him. They snarled in discust as they smelled the pure scent of a male and female.
"Black Fury'll love us if we bring 'em in a pair... but he'll love us even more if we bring the female for the feast and the male to watch, eh!" the slick voice of the shredded wolf slit through the air.
A grunt of approval announced the entrance of the wolves.
The first, red wolf leaped in and grabbed Annanti by the neck and pulled her from the male. "Hello, my sweet, you'll be happy to know you will soon be in the presense of Black Fury! You're coming with us!" he growled through her bones and flesh. He whipped her onto the ground and with a large, massive paw banged her head so hard, it would have knocked out a full grown male wolf.
The black wolf came in shortly leaping at Guerrier. He pinned him down and beared his teeth at him. "Ooh I hear your sweet is taking a little stroll... it would be most rude if we didn't invite you!" he snarled with menace and lunged at his neck biting down on a pressure point... hard. Blood spilled from the neck of the brute, and the attacker growled with irritation.
"Ay, this one won't make it! 'Ow 'bout we tell 'teh highness that we on'y 'teh female?" he called to the other brute who nodded in agreement.
The shredded wolf lifted Annanti onto the other brute's back and they started, in a brisk pace, towards the ceremony, leaving Guerrier to bleed to death?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 21:47:27 GMT -5
Annanti was seized roughly, and felt the pressure on her head suddenly grow to an exploding climax. Her sight dimmed slightly, but she miraculously avoided blacking out. Fury suddenly burned in her as they spoke of her as "female". "Je suis la fille de Liviana! Je m'appelle Annanti, garcon, et tu faites mieux pour me craindre!" She snarled, acid ripping into her captors ears. She spun, breaking the hold they had on her and landing neatly on the ground in front of them. Without further hesitation, she slashed her dark claws against her attacker's face.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 21:59:12 GMT -5
The shredded wolf was confused he knew not of this language, and he only knew the bleak language of English, but the other wolf was not so confused. He nodded at her words and slashed a claw at her. He lept onto her and pinned her with one heavy paw. He launched at her neck and smiled as he was fed the sweet taste of her blood.
"Il est vous qui devriez nous craindre, l'enfant." he snarled viciously.
The red wolf soon was retrieving her neck and biting hard. He lifted her, holding her spine, and began the walk to the ceremony once more.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 22:34:52 GMT -5
Annanti lashed out again, flipping so she could dig her claws into her foe's back. "Saluez la mort pour moi, monstre d'enfer!" She refused to go down without a fight. "Guerrier!!!" She howled, desperately trying to rouse her companion.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 23, 2008 22:50:36 GMT -5
"Monstre d'Enfer ? Je, effectivement, comme ce nom! Mais vous avez loin d'être rencontré le pire dans l'enfer!" the large black wolf howled at her as he launched at her. He grabbed the back of her neck, as his acquiantance had done, and slammed her to the ground, releasing the shredded wolf from her grasp.
From what he heard Guerrier's name was Warrior in English... 
The shredded wolf cocked his head. I didn't know he spoke Portuguese...Guerrier's neck continued to spill, and he remained limp... or did he? If you had blinked you would've missed it, but in an instant Guerrier was to his feet, his throat still pouring blood. He howled a gargled battle cry as he raced at the French-tongued, black wolf.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 23, 2008 23:18:12 GMT -5
Annanti added her own battle cry to Geurrier's, twisting out once more from her captor's grasp. Blood drizzled out from her wounds, staining her fur a dark scarlett. She shook herself, then backed up so she and Guerrier were on a tag team stance. She glared venom at her opponent, then lunged at him once more, scarring his neck in an attempt to sever the jugular.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 29, 2008 19:54:02 GMT -5
Guerrier's cry continued as he slammed down upon the black wolf, pushing the shredded wolf aside as he attempted to stop him. He beared down at the black wolf and ripped his claws down at him.
"i iTrate de traer la felicidad de Furia Negra con su muerte! !" he shouted down at the wolf as he ripped his claw through his chest. It didn't take long for the wolf to fall unconscience, as Guerrier pierced through his ribs.
Guerrier lept off the bundle, and grabbed him in his mouth. He tossed him to the side easily, and remained still for several long moments"¡¡Ahora traer muerte sobre usted!!" he yelled angrily at the shredded wolf as he, Guerrier, whipped his head towards him.
The wolf did not stay to find out what that meant. With the threat of being with no ally, he turned tail and fled. Black Fury won't be too happy.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 3, 2008 21:22:23 GMT -5
Annanti collasped, heaving. Blood issued from wounds in her side, but otherwise, she was unharmed. She closed her eyes, a few stray tears leaking out.
It was not her enemy that had wounded her, or perhaps a better statement would be that her seen enemies had done nothing to bring her to this state.
It was the sickness that had prayed upon Annanti, and the fever burned deep within her. Her breath was ragged and undsteady, but after a few moments, she managed to reach some stability.
She gazed up at Guerrier with wonder in her eyes. "You aided me....but why? True, I cried out, but I've scarcely known you. And still, you come to my call...."
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Post by Sheera on Apr 6, 2008 2:07:18 GMT -5
As the wolves left, Guerrier let his guard down and fell to the ground his throat ripped deeply at a pressure point, blood spilling at a contant flow. He rolled to a sphinx position and twitched his ear calmly.
"Ooh, mi amigo, los alliences están rápidamente ligados juntos en este mundo áspero frío, los tiempos son tan difíciles. Los pícaros no entienden estos tiempos duros, este es por qué ellos tienen una vida útil tan corta. Uh.. Yo diciendo en español otra vez..." he coughed uncomfortably and gave up on trying to translate it.
"Because my dear femora, cold hearts are slaves of the rogues, those with the heart of a warrior, those are the ones who are truely alive, and are only truely dead when their soul has been cursed." His voice was surprisingly smooth, though blood spilled from his throat.
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