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Post by Destiny on Jun 30, 2008 14:13:31 GMT -5
Ravenous for the prospect of devouring a delectable creation, jaws snapped shut on spine of miniature kill. In absolute boredom fangs sliced along soft, pale underbelly ripping flesh from the carcass. Entrails were splattered on facial features and hard, cold stone beneath paws. Crimson coated claws tore lengthy, velvet ears and puffy white cotton tail from the little creature. Profound cracking as frail bones were shattered beneath powerful jaw while nourishing meat was devoured furiously. A loud splashing as the surviving pieces of what had once been a helpless rabbit were flung carelessly into the crystal water of the Shanti River. Bastard flung his figure from the rocky shore and crashed into the center of the freezing liquid. Standing full height, water rushed between legs and alongside body as paws pushed against the current and pulled him upstream. A physical challenge; a game.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jun 30, 2008 20:21:36 GMT -5
A silver-grey femmore, still young, the age of an elderly neophyte, with a slight limp stood at the bank of the river. She took a drink in for the water and her soft blue eyes blinked. The icy water ran over her tongue as she lapped it up ravonously. She tried to walk normally a little, but she couldn't get her leg to coperate right. She leaned over once more and began to drink as a fish swam by her maw against the current, like something was chasing it. She raised her head and let out a small gasp. She cringed back slightly, she spotted a brujo on the horizion, she stepped back from the river and looked at him, her lips drawn back in a harsh snarl.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 2, 2008 8:53:19 GMT -5
Icy water splashed against his face as he plowed onwards. Pieces of, well, entrails dropping into the water here and there, blood from his pelt causing the river to turn pink immediately behind him. There was almost always a glimmer of blood lust somewhere in the depths of his eyes, and now was no exception. Something silver-gray in shade caught his eye, something up ahead. A devious and wicked sneer spread across his maw as bastard recognized the creature as a wolf, and a fae at that. Perfection. As he grew closer to her figure the harsh snarl was noted. Excellent. Perhaps this one would be a fighter, that was just what he liked. And if she was cruel, then she might give him a son that could follow in his footsteps. Then again, maybe not. He still had to inspect those Destinian pups of his, and he didn't know that a daughter from Harriet's litter still existed. So, really, he already had four children. Though... if he hadn't killed most of Harriet's, he would have eight. A few more would do no harm. "Hello beautiful."
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 2, 2008 18:26:46 GMT -5
Mythic's slate grey pelt rose slightly, she glared at Loni, not shrinking, no she wasn't afraid, she was able to handle herself quite well with her injury. Her limp limb acctually stood straight for once and help her keep her balance and look like she had no injuries except for the unatural position her shoulder was in. She slanted her eyes and the gray-blue oceanic color changed from their calm blue to a cold icy blue. Her position was stable all she said in a rough medium toned voice was, "Don't touch me," she felt her slender paws release the claws the hid. Her ribs showed dramaticly, but her fur was still thick and sleek. She had lost her family when she lost the mobility of her right front paw, all because of that wretched virus that engulfed and tormented the forest as if it were tiny devils prancing around and pricking all those it met with it's claws.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 2, 2008 21:33:21 GMT -5
The brute felt a wicked smirk overtake is features. The words spoken did only one thing: make him laugh. A demented, lustful, vicious cackling broke forth from his maw. The beast began to plow forwards through the water, completely ignoring it. It was as if he was walking through a field of grass. The brute was glaring at her in a rather freakish way, lips curled up in a snarling laugh. Fangs stained red long ago glimmering as the light caught them for a second. He was rapidly closing the distance between them, and clearly he was liking her more and more by the second. Loni had decided that she would indeed be giving him some nice pups, but he had some decency in him. When he caught her, he'd knock her out, and drag her to his lair. "Don't make me laugh." The brute began to push towards the earth at the side of the river as he came ever closer.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 3, 2008 7:31:54 GMT -5
Mythic glared at him," You don't have a chance, you brute." she growled. She thought to herself rather calmly that the bloody fangs, chances were, that they came from eating prey, not slaughtering other wolves. The brujo was large, but not the largest she'd seen as she had lived out here, some were the sizes of bears practiaclly. She turned away from him and began to flee, her run not nearly as fast as it once was, and she scrambled as quickly as she could and though her sprint wasn't as quick as she had been, her turns were sharper now because her leg was used as a stopper. She shot through a bush and hobbled on her eyes spotted a dark bush and she ducked her head and slipped into it from behind. Her blue eyes watching through a set of holes between the densely leafed shrub. Her eyes watching for her persuer. She didn't want to be his prey, but now that she was she knew it wouldn't be easy for her to lose his trail, 'That bastard needs to get a life and not chase after a femme with a limp- crap I'm absolutely perfect prey for any brute, and this limp isn't helping,' she thought to herself, inturrupting her own thoughts were movements of another creature.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 3, 2008 21:36:07 GMT -5
A slightly irritated snarl ripped from his maw as eyes caught sight of the beautiful fae taking flight.
Wonderful, now I have to chase her...
The brute lept from the water, large paws slamming into the earth as he hauled himself onto the land. Claws left long, deep marks in the muddy ground at the riverside as he tore after her. "Come now, I only want to play...." The brute's words were a deep, low growl. Eyes darting to and fro as he followed the fae's scent trail through the undergrowth. "Come out, come out wherever you are..." The brute stood, now, only several feet away from her hiding spot. Tail lashing behind his figure, claws stabbing the earth.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 3, 2008 21:41:07 GMT -5
She was now afraid and she moved back slightly, deeper into the darkness. She looked up and the bush moved, maybe for a fraction of a second. It was a fraction of a second too long. She knew at this point it was pointless to hide. She stood on her paws and glared at him, "I'm not going to run any more, you are," she growled. Her eyes slits in her skull.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 3, 2008 21:44:51 GMT -5
The brute tilted his head downward, fangs glimmering as he smirked, eyes glaring at her. Tail lashed behind him, auds pinned to his skull. "I think not." Three words. The tone so venomous it nearly dripped with poison. In one swift motion front right limb would move and claws would rip across her face if the slash hit. "Your going to come to my cave, you'll like it there."
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 4, 2008 11:54:12 GMT -5
Mythic slid backwards, trying to get deeper into the undergrowth. The bush shook as she moved, giving her hiding spot away. She shot along the forest floor, hidden within quivering bushes and stopped in one behind the brujo and stood, "I'm not going to run any more," she growled, "but I am not going to let you leave this spot." She stood her ground and slid out her claws.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 4, 2008 19:35:42 GMT -5
Loni chuckled in a way that was almost painfully slow. "Mhmmm, don't struggle dearie, or I'll have to break off your legs. We wouldn't want that, now would we?" Paws carried the brute around, eyes glancing to and fro. Where is she... He scented the air, and the wind was blowing in his favor. Luckily. The brute whipped around and lunged forward, claws extended for her shoulders, fangs aiming for her muzzle. This was all in one swift motion, speed was carried for he was not overly large. Muscles rippled with power, the brute had been trained to kill since the day he was born. Mephisto had taught his 'son' well.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 4, 2008 19:44:46 GMT -5
Mythic tried to duck but wasn't fast enough, he cut into her muzzle and it bled slightly. It wasn't a too damaging attack, but it really annoyed her. Myth's blue eyes blinked quickly as she returned a blow the the head with a heavy paw and leapt at him and brought her fangs down on her shoulder and aimed for his neck, "If you ripped off my legs it wouldn't matter, I already have a limp," she barked at him, "And how would I be any use to you if I was so terribly damaged?" she lashed her oddly-hanging leg at his head with terrible precision. Her ears were pinned to her skull. She knew what he wanted and she wouldn't let him get that. No, she couldn't let him get it.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 4, 2008 20:06:16 GMT -5
The brute just ducked the blow to his head, jaws snapping at the air near her neck. The bite to his shoulder was nothing, and he easily jerked his body forwards, purposefully falling to the earth so that her leg would miss. However, it still smacked into his forhead, and he snarled with rage. Fangs were aimed to pierce this limp limb, he'd leave a few scars on her anyways. It wouldn't make to much of a difference. Claws were aimed to score along her side, and if his fangs had caught her leg it would be released. Body would dive beneath her figure, twisting so that when he swiftly emerged on her other side claws would catch her shoulder if possible, and hind paws would shove roughly against her stomach, aiming to flip her onto her back.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 4, 2008 21:41:12 GMT -5
Mythic let out a sharp cry, she didn't let him hear it though. She felt pain shooting up her leg and she was flipped onto her back and scratched along her side. She kept a strong face though. She wasn't scared, she was being brave. She kicked at his stomach with her claws out as she slashed and kicked her legs, hoping to make him yelp or back off even. She knew she was in danger now that he had her on her back, and her ability to only use three legs wasn't helping much right now. She strained her neck to reach up and snap at his neck, unable to reach his throat, he was too tall, and she was to low on the ground.
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Post by Destiny on Jul 6, 2008 9:05:25 GMT -5
The attacks from the fae were ignored. Not so much as a wince. This was nothing compared to what he was used to. This wasn't painful. However, it was enraging. As she snapped at his neck, the brute snarled wickely. A forepaw would be brought down on her throat, pushing roughly. Loni planned to cut off her breathing for a little while, this lack of oxygen would knock her out. "I told you it was pointless to struggle."
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
