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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 3, 2009 17:16:01 GMT -5
Santi's eyes widened at the sight before her -- two frigid ice wolven collapsing in a dilapidated pile of mess in the hay. Splatters of red threw themselves at Santi's face in exasperation, as if equally exhausted by whatever trials had placed themselves in these wolves' paths. She narrowed her eyes, shrinking away from the two questionably conscious bodies. Then, gingerly, she leaned her neck forth and sniffed the two, eyes growing large once more. "Amoret? For the love of all that's holy --- OH. MY. GAWD." She halted, coming to a complete ceased as her eyes bulged at the sight of Sumer's brutalized stump -- the place where he'd seen it fit to remove his own paw. The ramparts were gory and flirtatious -- flirtatious in the respect that the stump seemed to plead with Santi to take her lunch back out so they could have a date.
"VEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She howled, shaking terribly.
Faster than if she was being chased through the forest by a rampaging bear, she whisked herself out of the barn and into the brush, nauseous noises the only cue to her actions there.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 9, 2009 23:09:31 GMT -5
A drowsy eye flickered toward the area that had uttered a shrill cry of terror. Sumer narrowed his orbs in concentration, but found himself unable to suppress the blurring that plagued his vision. Only the smudged outline of a distraught she-wolf was seen. And that was enough—Sumer felt his head fall against the floor in a defeated gesture. He had no strength to carry on without aid, and he doubted that Amoret had any remaining either. He put their lives in the mystery wolf’s paws.
And when she raced toward them, he greeted the sounds of her pawsteps. To him, it made perfect sense that she was racing to help them, and that he wouldn’t have to worry anymore…
“VEE!!!!!”
She ran past him and out into the snow, leaving him with a blank expression of disbelief.
…did she just freaking run away?
After a minute of hearing nothing but the pounding of snow against the roof of the building, Sumer’s eye lids slid to a halfway mark on his eye, a small sigh escaping his maw.
We’re screwed.
The peaceful realm of sleep that so often cradled the minds of wolves was, quite blatantly, not visiting Vee that particular night. She flinched, uttering moans of remorse and pain as a nightmare seized her thoughts. The one nightmare that continuously made her cringe…
”BACK!! BACK YOU EIGHT-LEGGED DEMONS!! YOU WON’T STEAL MEH COOKIES TONIGHT!!”
Legions of the largest arachnids imaginable came in waves, crawling with never-ending persistence toward a white fae, who was cringing with a jar of cookies wrapped in her arms. She hissed viciously at the fiends, but they overpowered her in numbers, and just when the leading spider extended a hairy, alien arm—
“—SPIDERS!”
Jerking awake, Vee glanced around at her surroundings, phantoms of arachnids fading into wisps of memory as her wide eyes searched the area. She found herself, to her own surprise, sleeping in a tree branch, a pile of snow the only thing keeping her from falling from the (thankfully) thick tree limb. …woah, what happened last night… She perked her ears, realizing that it had been the yelling of a wolf that had roused her from her slumber.
“…fare thee well, thy foe… I shall return to vanquish thee tomorrow night!” she vowed, nodding firmly before leaping from her perch—and finding herself plummeting to the ground below.
“ACK!”
After the subsequent three minutes of recovery time, Vee found her bearings and raced towards the source of the call. And when she arrived, she nearly tripped over Santi—and nearly gagged at the scent of vomit.
“…what the heck? Are you sick? What’s the matter?”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 11, 2009 19:44:43 GMT -5
SMACK.
Right into Vee, something that, she argued to herself inwardly, happened all to often for a wolf as well-coordinated as she. Shouldn't be this difficult to freaking talk to someone! I mean, how many conversations have I had that didn't involve me becoming a clutz in some way? This is a rip off! I should pound on Mr. Maker's door and rip him limb to limb! Wolfies are supposed to be graceful!! I DEMAND A REFUND MR. MAKER, I REALLY FREAKING DO -- oohhh yeah shit shit. There's disgusting footless wolves running, well, not running about, but like laying in our residency...
"THERE'S A FOOTLESS THING LAYING IN THE BARN! HE'S ALL BLOODY!!! And -- omygawwwwddd - AMORET'S THERE TOO! My baby's BACK!!! GAHH!!!"
Classic, Santi, just like a headless chicken running around all icky!
BLOOD! HEADLESS! ICKY!!!
Your DAUGHTER'S in there!!
B-but that thing is PARTLESS!!! AS IN A FRACTION, not a WHOLE wolf-
"SHUT UP CONSCIENCE! C'mon, Vee, we need like major cobwebs or something...."
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 11, 2009 21:06:55 GMT -5
((what?? Wolfies are supposed to be graceful?? Boy, did I miss that memo XD *trips over own feet*
And LMAO—when I read “there’s a footless thing!” and the following thoughts of Mr. Fraction-of-a-wolf, I choked on my soda XDXD ))
Vee blinked, amber orbs shining in a rich and genuine… puzzlement.
“…umm… so, are you happy or sad?”
What’s wrong with her? Is she on wolf-nip? Oh god… I hope not. That’s an addiction far too serious to joke about… I know from experience. Wait… what was I talking about?
Shaking her head, the pale femora nodded like an obedient soldier, yipping a loud, “Alrighty—cobwebs it is!” before leaping into the nearest bush… literally. Diving into the thicket, Vee shoved herself deep into the dried and blackened branches, clawing towards the bottom of the bush. And, after a few moments, she found the source of her unnatural behavior: the jackpot of cobwebs, all tangled in thick masses.
“Found some!” she chimed, her voice muffled by the constricting branches that held her still. Reaching forward, she clamped her jaws around a large mouthful of cobwebs… only to notice something centimeters from her nose. A big, fat spider.
“GAHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Struggling out of her restraints, Vee tore from the bush, dropped the cobwebs were she stood, and ran in a frantic urgently in the opposite direction—and smashed right into the closed barn door. With a disoriented mutter, Vee collapsed on the ground, stars swirling over head—figuratively, of course.
“…a monster… attacked me…”
A VICIOUS, VICIOUS MONSTER WITH EIGHT LEGS AND MILLIONS OF EYES!!
((Vee is definately based off me XD))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 12, 2009 16:59:07 GMT -5
(( xD LOL Just think of it this way: We've spiced up the lifestyles of the lupine majesties by our opposing charactterizations  )) Santi found herself pausing again, debating whether laughter was appropriated (because hell, it was most certainly necessary!) at the moment in time. She felt the rumbling of jolly giggles start in her stomach-- Dying things. Barn. Pukey. Remember?"Conscience, I thought I told you to shut up!"....Amoret?"Awwww crap crap crap CRAP!!!!" Without further ado, Santi seized the frothy white swabs and proceeded to charge through the narrow opening she'd left for herself between the faded, peeling barn doors. Hey, I didn't hit anything...nothing hit me, either!And then the horrific taste of blood and gore bombarded her nostrils and blasted through her airways. She coughed raggedly, wrinkling her nose and pulling her lips back in a wince of disgust. "Ugh, Vee, a little help! I think they're gonna like, snuff it or something, but they also might snuff it if the stench of my puke decides to choke them like they're choking me with their...UGH!!! ANYBODY! CAN'T YOU HELP A DYING DUDE PILE?!" She howled her last words thick with exasperation, shaking her head, cursing, and ducking out of the den into the fresh air once more. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 14, 2009 15:17:33 GMT -5
((I know—what fun, eh? XD))
Vee tilted her head to one side, the last individual stars fading from view. As her vision flopped around, she found herself gradually focusing on Santi, although the detailed features remained a tad fuzzy. Shaking herself, Vee took a disoriented step toward the barn door, spewing out something along the lines of, “I got this!”
But the moment she entered, she jumped back outside, now in full attention. What did they do?? Tear an arm off? she wondered, unaware that her assumption was correct. And, suddenly, a strange idea plopped into her mind. Without any hesitation, she dunked her head in the snow for a few moments, then quickly tore away from the frigid prison. Her face now masked with a layer of white, she leapt into the den.
And it worked! The snow blocked out much of the stench from her nostrils. Only one problem remained: it’s freaking cold!! Ignoring the urge to shiver, she took a mouthful of cobwebs and been wrapping them around the first wolf he saw—the male wolf, who was… pawless.
Sick—what the heck did he do? Was he hungry, or something?
“Hey, Santi—dunk your head in snow and get back here! I don’t have eight legs!”
And thank god I don’t, unlike those little web-weaving demons…
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 14, 2009 18:32:06 GMT -5
"Huh? No, I'll look like one of those stupid desert birds the stupid seniors used to tell me about -- what were they called? Ostriches! I REFUSE TO BECOME AN OSTRICH!! Wait --- what?" she paused, watching Vee's head-dunking process, and following her friend with her eyes as she moved back into the den, nerves no longer backflipping or fraying. Tilting her head, she took a few pawsteps up to the hole Vee's head had imprinted into the white. Shrugging her ragged red shoulders, she winced and dove her nose through the glacial white. Hm...she was right, I don't really smell it anymore....nausea's gone down....aw crap, my kid could be dying...IT'S COLD IT'S COLD IT'S COLD!!! Amoret...okay....I need to go help Vee, then go and find Darius....
"I'M COMING!" She howled, then froze as white crowded her mouth -- she'd yet to return to the surface. She whipped out her head from the hole, stumbling back a few tail-lengths, then spitting irritably. "Uck....okay, okay, time to play 'healer'! I'M COMING IN!!" Santi burst forth through the barn doors again. Now, she no longer feared any overcoming stenches, though they still managed to tickle a bit at her nostrils. Now, she was filled and fueled by the overcoming sense of motherly protectiveness -- she needed to save her daughter. She crouched by Amoret's side, licking her frost-bitten pelt carefully, but as swift as her pink tongue would allow. "They're both freezing," she woofed, perhaps the most sensible thing she'd said in the past few days.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 15, 2009 2:36:20 GMT -5
Vee blinked, pausing in her work as she glanced up at Santi with a surprising sincerity in her eyes. “What do you have against ostriches?” Besides the fact that they’re vicious birds, ostriches are people too… okay, well, not people exactly, and well, we’re not people either, but still—oh wait, dying guy! Woops, sidetracked!
Jolting back into her perverted sense of “reality”, the ivory fae roughly tugged on the bandaged paw after she had it packed with webs. Luckily for Sumer, she had managed to tie an average bandage, and no red blossomed past the thick layer of web.
“Well, what do you know? Spiders are good for something,” Vee muttered, glancing down at the web at her paws. But that doesn’t make up for all of it, let me tell you…
After her task was done, she copied Santi’s actions and began to lick the male’s fur—much to her disgust. This guy better realize when he wakes up that Fenrisulfr is the only man for me… She then adjusted herself to sit directly beside him, her flank pressed against his as she attempted to share her body warmth.
“…and to think, I don’t even know this guy’s name,” she muttered.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 15, 2009 2:47:51 GMT -5
( xD Lol! )
Santi's tongue swiped in flitting motion across Amoret, then, glimpsing Vee laying down to exchange body heat, she curled around Amoret and resumed the warming process. Idly, Santi's thoughts drifted over the whereabouts of the male figures that belonged to their little posse. Funny, they stick around to practice their romancing, then when the kids come, they act all warm an fuzzy -- making you think they would never duck out on you or anything, and then when they start showing up with wolves of the opposite sex, they head for the hills! Hmph. She halted suddely, eyeing Vee, who's comment had broken through her complaining thought patterns. She giggled softly and shook her head. "Sometimes, it's better that way. Then, if you accidentally run into them with your significant other and/or family members and/or friends, pretending not to know them is ten times easier!" She barked a small laugh, then added hasitly, "That is, if you're still a bachelorette. I mean, I've settled down, obviously, but, ya know, if you haven't, that's just fine. I mean, if I didn't have Darius, I wouldn't mind playing the field a bit..." she stopped, then began wiping her tongue across Amoret's thawed pelt once more, though it was considerably heated already.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 15, 2009 3:23:00 GMT -5
Vee let slide a genuine chuckle at Santi’s response, suddenly glad that Sumer’s identity was unknown to her. Fenrisulfr would be jealous… heck, so would Fendrel, even though I’m not involved with him! Hehe, this dude is just lucky that none of the guys are here…
At her subsequent inquiry, however, Vee’s laughter faded into a smirk. She resisted the urge to snicker at her final statement as well, but picturing Fenrisulfr’s face was enough to keep the giggles down.
“Well, I’ve got myself a man—we were serious for a while, I suppose, but he’s been disappearing and such. Hard to keep track of the guy, you know?” She suddenly shook her fur, rolling her eyes at the next thought that came to mind. “…and then there’s Fendrel. He’s another friend of mine, but he’s weirdly attached to me… and it’s creepy. Very creepy. I kind of need to tell him a thousand times that Fenrisulfr and I have a thing going, but he doesn’t really seem to get it. You’d think I’d actually need to settle down like yourself before Fendrel finally gets the idea.” Glancing down at Sumer, she blinked slowly, gears turning in her mind as she thought.
Finally, she brought her head up and asked, “So, what’s up—why were these two traveling together? Is this Amoret’s boyfriend, or something?” Whoever he is, he seems to be a psychopath…
((Vee's general diagnosis is that Sumer is crazy... how ironic XD))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 19, 2009 7:16:06 GMT -5
Amoret stirred, a luminous, delicious rolling of warmth softly flowing around her. With her eyes still closed, she could imagine herself submerged in a golden, heated, thick liquid that enabled her spacewolf movement. Effortless backflips, twirls, spins. She sighed heavily, a small laugh exerted with the breath. Wow, how amazing....
Santi smiled warmly at Vee, nodding. "Yeah, I have a feeling we're the silver bullets and they've gone on vicious rabid rampages -- no dudes today except for, well, your little messed up maniac there, that one you're trying to resussitate-- BOYFRIEND??!!?!?!" She jumped suddenly, landing rigidly on all fours -- eyes wide and alarmed, hairs on end and tail shivering with deathly fear.
"B-Boyfriend....?" She muttered feebly. Soft laughter sounded just below her stand. Slowly, she glanced down at the form of Amoret, now breathing freely.
"..."
She swallowed hard, suddenly aware of a random ticking sound somewhere -- no, not ticking, clicking....click, click, click, CLICK---
"Awww HELL no!!!"
(( I think Santi is in agreement w. that xD ))
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 1, 2009 18:32:52 GMT -5
((bwahahaha—Sumer isn’t very popular, is he? XD ))
As frightened as Santi appeared, Vee seemed ten times more startled in response to Santi’s movement. Vee jolted, jumping out of her skin when Santi reacted in fear. After a moment of spiked fur and wide eyes, Vee realized that there was no imminent threat… and inwardly chastised herself for her own stupidity.
But she then realized what Santi was saying, and winced a little when she followed the other female’s gaze to Sumer. Looks like he gnawed off his paw… she observed silently. Wow, Amoret sure knows how to pick ‘em, doesn’t she?
Sumer stirred from his unconscious state, twitching his uninjured paw slightly and furrowing his brow. He was beginning to rouse, but an overwhelming tide of exhaustion forced him into an immobile state, his mind only half aware of his surroundings.
Vee continued to stare at him.
“…maybe we should toss him out while we have the chance.”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 3, 2009 18:14:55 GMT -5
Santi nodded very slowly, eyes wide, flaming red hairs standing on end. She backed a pace or two away from the two bodies, eyeing them each in turn under her scruntinizing green gaze. "Yes, yes, I think that is necessary. Necessarily necessary. Even closing in on a bodily need -- I think fever may be approaching the shocked, grossed out mother figure right here, yes'm. Ugh. If he was so lazy that he didn't want to go hunting, so lethargic that he had to chomp off his poor little angelic paw, then there's no way my kid is havin' kiddies with him! Nuh uh, will NOT happen!" She paced back and forth, shaking her head about frantically. "Noooooo. Fleepin. Way."
Darius yawned from his favorite place in their dilapidated, twilight-knows-how-old barn. He was tucked in a pile of hay on the ground floor, in the back left corner of a stall structure within the barn. Buried under a gentle mountain of hay, his snooze had been deliciously cozy. Slowly, he yawned and stretched. His ears perked as he caught the tail end of the most recent exchange between Santi and Vee.
"...WHAT THE HAYSTACK?!" said the haystack. It trembled and shook like....um.....a haystack on hippie juice. xD
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Mar 7, 2009 14:44:42 GMT -5
((lmao XDXD I love the reactions of everyone…))
Vee was eyeing Sumer critically, only half aware of Santi’s ramblings. She had already made up her mind to ‘throw out the trash’, or however someone might put it. The point was, she wanted the psycho away from Santi’s daughter, for many of the same reasons as her friend… that, and she didn’t take too kindly to the scent that was revealed as the snow began to melt from her whiskers.
There’s no way I’m walking around like the abominable snowman just so this guy can stick around—what a stench! I know he cut off his own paw and all, but damn… the smell of blood is frickin’ strong!
But just as she moved to grab Sumer by his scruff, she was startled out of her skin yet again. The haystack behind them jerked and swayed, and for a minute she thought that the farm was being possessed.
OHGODOHGOD—THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! THE POWER OF CHRIST— wait… never mind. That’s Darius’ voice…
She slunk to the floor, uttering a sigh of relief when she realized that the farm wasn’t being overtaken by an evil curse of some kind. We wouldn’t want that happening again…
“Hey, big guy—mind lending a paw? I need to throw a certain lump into the snow,” Vee woofed to the haystack, glancing at Sumer.
Sumer twitched. WHAT!? But he was still too weak to move or talk. Figures…
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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