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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 4, 2008 16:22:19 GMT -5
"A few feet or not. Every step I take it hurts." He paused, thinking. "You can only see half of it. I can feel the other piercing the other side of my paw." He sat down and licked his paw. "I feel something sharp..." Why is my plan taking so long to work? At least she's believing me so far. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 4, 2008 21:59:20 GMT -5
Meg snorted, slightly irritated now. "It could be mauled on the other side, I guess, but there's what, a few drops of blood? I can smell a snowshoe and some of the seniors have been really irritated 'cause there's no freaking food -- suck it up," she grunted, a slightly uncharacteristic apathetic aspect coming forth in Meg.
She turned, scenting the air once more, then slinking away into the mist.
Stupid, stupid Styx ruining the fun! Sure, it's not his fault he got pricked, but he didn't need to be so whiney!
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 5, 2008 16:27:21 GMT -5
"Forget you." Styx jumped up and raced away. "Catch me if you can!" He laughed with happiness. My plan didn't really work out the way I planned, but at least I'm going to beat Meg in the race. I'll have to say sorry when I get to the stream, though... |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 5, 2008 23:05:40 GMT -5
Meg snarled with a rebellious annoyance -- her prey panicked and scattered itself away into the mists when Styx made his take-off. With another furious growl, Meg took off after him, narrowed eyes and a dark, plotting smile over her face.
Option a) trip him and win.
Option b) purposely lose, hide, and creep up on him. Push that moose head into the river.
Option c) just beat him fairly and be satisfied.
Meg made her decision, though she honestly wished tripping him would be ethical. But she also knew that Styx would probably really get hurt, then, no fake. And seeing as she'd attempted to track the rabbit for a minute, Styx had a fair head start.
Ethically, she knew what would satisfy her most in the long term, perhaps make herself and Styx even, and put the fun back in the day.
She spotted Styx a little ways up ahead, if she squinted hard, so she kept up her pace, but was careful not to accelerate.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 6, 2008 17:16:29 GMT -5
Styx looked behind. She's catching up, eh? No matter what, she'll never beat me. He ducked, almost hitting a low tree branch. That was a close one. I don't really want to hurt myself. Meg might not believe me the second time. He glanced back once and smiled before speeding up slightly. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 6, 2008 19:17:50 GMT -5
Meg narrowed her eyes with anticipation of revenge, spite coarsing through her veins in preparation for her actions. She slowed even more, letting Styx fade out of sight, and came slowly to a walk. She could hear the water rushing, the brush crinkling underpaw, and the wind was---
Dear Golden Wolf.....what's happening with the mists?
She froze, all thoughts of Styx and pushing him into the river gone for just a split moment. She gazed at the thinning sheets of white and gray with awe and wonder. Around her, the world of white seemed to be evaporating.
She should be exuberant -- the mists were ended! But an ominous prickling was running up and down her spine; the feeling of apocalypse refused, stubbornly to leave her.
Transparent veils of white still roamed restlessly around the terras, a burning sun was setting to the east, but no color touched the cloudy sky -- a fast, powerful breeze was ruffling the lands, shifting the clouds.
Perhaps its finally blowing over.....
"STYX! COME TAKE A LOOK AT THIS!" She howled, thoughts of the race completely abandoned.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 7, 2008 17:27:28 GMT -5
Styx slowed down to a trot. He had also noticed the sudden wind. This race is going to be even easier. He stopped and looked back. "What is it? I'm not going to fall for a trick like you did." He smirked, still surprised that Meg actually fell for his trick. He never thought it would work, but he was glad that it did. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 8, 2008 12:12:05 GMT -5
Anger flared in Meg. "I didn't fall for it -- I was doing what any sensible wolf would've done! Just know that when you're really hurt, I won't be there to help you!" She snapped. She shook her head, tail twitching. "Oh, nevermind. You asked for it!" Meg sprinted the final few lengths, storm momentarily put on hold so she could get back at -- and make nice with -- Styx. She rammed into his side, not far from the water's edge, and hoping the gathered force from her dart to where he was would be enough to sen him into the water.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 9, 2008 12:16:38 GMT -5
"Ouch!" yelped Styx as he fell backwards into the water. "What was that for? I didn't tackle you are anything like that." He struggled to stay above water, his paws thrashing crazily. "I don't know how to swim. I'm serious this time! I don't!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2008 11:32:00 GMT -5
Meg eyed Styx's thrashing critically. "Really? I mean I know you haven't been here long or anything, but honestly? Natalia hasn't even taught you that? Geeze, what is she waiting for, winter? I suppose that could be quite comical....eh, we don't need sick wolves though, and you definitly have to learn how to swim sometime." Meg snorted and giggled softly. "Maybe she wants to teach you how to swim in the hot springs! Or the senior's hot springs -- that might be more embarresing, probably more her style, too. Eh. All right, we're even. I'll come and get you out...I--" A titanic blast of wind threw Meg's small body forth into the stream. Black whips were spiralling out from a figure stretched down from the clouds --- clouds that clearly spelled 'murder' in a million and one different ways. The spines and necks of trees were snapped and thrown aside as the ravenous monster purged the Sheeran territories.
"STYX!"
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 11, 2008 16:39:49 GMT -5
"MEG!" Styx closed his eyes tight as he went under. What in the world is going on? He struggled to get himself above water, but found himself swallowing a mouthful of water. His legs were thrashing about and he could hardly see. What kind of storm is this? Stupid water, why would anyone want to swim in this stuff. He dove under with his eyes tightly closed and he let the stream carry him to wherever. It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2008 21:19:21 GMT -5
Meg was lost in a rush of cold water, the sudden wind taking the lazy ride of the stream to an insane torpedo speed of light. Meg struggled and thrashed her paws about, giving up on trying to swim anywhere, just wanting to keep her head up and spot the banks, Styx, a branch overhanging the water, anything! C'mon, it's gotta be here somewhere....
The bank, to her surprise, was only a few feet away. Narrowing her eyes against the razor rain, she kicked a foot until she could grip the bottom of the stream under her paws, and then she made her way to the bank from there, by using the streambed as her hold.
Out on the terrain again, Meg darted up and down the bank, searching frantically -- and nearing hysterically -- for Styx. The wind lashed out against her, the unearthly chill freezing her to the bone. "STYX, STYX, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 12, 2008 16:16:18 GMT -5
Styx opened his eyes. He heard something above water. He suddenly became shocked that he could open his eyes underwater. It looked scarier now, so he tried to swim above the water. He tried to howl back, but some of his words were drowned. "Meg...you...help!" He went back under, but this time he swam with the angry stream. MaybeMeg is further ahead. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 13, 2008 17:13:15 GMT -5
"STYX!" Meg screamed, for screaming was the only thing left to do at this point. What else could she do to find her friend? The rapids were moving too fast at this point for it to be of any use for her to hop in again and try swimming to find him. There was also the issue that Meg was in a situation of life-threatening peril, and getting to a secure den -- the back of a deep cave, a root hollow, and dug-up underground den -- seemed the only hope of survival. Any actions she took now would only make her chances of escaping that funnel stalking her less and less.
Her eyes passed back and forth over the waters frantically, until she spotted a bobbing head only feet from her paws.
"STYX!!" She leaped into the roar of wind and waves without another thought.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Nov 13, 2008 18:47:53 GMT -5
Styx heard his name again and this time he would use all of his strength to stay above water. He saw Meg jump into the water. No! You were to suppose to at least stay on shore! It was either out of pure instinct or pure fear, but he realized that he was not only trying to keep his head above water, but he was also swimming to where Meg jumped in. The water pushed him, but he fought back although thought in his head kept appearing that it is impossible to fight against nature. He wanted to howl, but he also wanted to save his energy. Howling would take to much time. So he kept trying, but he realized every foot he seemed to gain, the water pushed him two feet back. |
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