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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 23, 2009 9:17:06 GMT -5
Feet still locked into place, but eager for battle, Moonset heard the Siverian speak. "Fetch your alpha, herbhealer, and bring them back here!" But I don't want to go back, Moonset thought. She didn't want to miss anything. But as the injured Siverian cried out for medical help, she knew she must act fast. "I know a few techniques to healing." She murmurmed. Back in the wild Pack, she was keen to healing, where there was no herbhealer, but she still knew how to bind and disinfect wounds. "Lick your wounds, and I'll be right back." She had no choice, but she went back to camp to get herbs from Eurasia, if anything, bring her with her. Moonset really couldn't imagine anything worse than traveling with the loner, but after her talk with Eurasia Moonset had shown more respect for her. The she-loner wasn't so bad, but Moonset still had no loyalty to her, or trust. Moonset knew something about Eurasia no one else knew, except Featherswift, the new Sheeran. As Moonset sprinted quikly, Moonset thought of these things.
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As she approached the Sheeran camp, by luck she found Eurasia picking herbs in the grass. "Eurasia!" she cried. "The Twilight clearing is attacked by Hellfire wolves! Bring all the herbs you have, and come quick!" Moonset had completely forgotten to fetch Yago, but she was happy to have Eurasia out here, alone. Eurasia froze in pure terror for a split second, and with her tail high she bounded off to the camp. Moonset spotted a small pile of herbs which Eurasia had picked not long ago, and Moonset took that soundlessly and bounded back to Twilight clearing. She knew Eurasia would come back and meet Moonset there, and almost like a rabbit Moonset was charging through the leaves. She hummed a tune to relax, a saddening tune Katana had hummed to her when they were together. Tears ran down her face, and her heart slowed at the thought of her lost love, one who was never to be replaced. Everything around her slowed dramatically, and the only sound left was teh loud beating of her heart, and she listened to it's uneven rhythm. Her mind went through moments of them, kept in her long held memories, and when she realized she had broken into the Twilight clearing again the thoughts of battle were racing once more. Then, like magic, Eurasia appeared with a flash, a glint of fear but mostly bravery in her eyes, with large amounts of healing herbs in her mouth. Eurasia stared at the clearing calm eyed, as if searching memories, and her ears were forward wtih hostility. Tail flicking wildly, Eurasia dropped the herbs she held and crouched for a leap. Then, like a flash of lightning and surprisingly, Eurasia was in the air and landed in the center of the battle. Then she spoke, raising her voice to Moonset, "I'm ready to fight."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 23, 2009 12:04:02 GMT -5
(Just one thing, Moonset - herb healers occasionally fight, but usually their first priority is to the wounded. Eurasia could keep going like this and it could make for interesting consequences, or whatever you'd like  ) Her slim, slender form was crushed against the rocks upon impact, blood splashing in a crimson wave from the point where her side had collided with the stone. She lay eerily still, slipping slowly to the ground, a red stain left on the boulder. Shade....Shade....he can leave now....he can escape.... Her eyes twitched open, a fraction of a second, searching for Shade's form in the massive tangle. Failing, but exhausted with her efforts, she fell into a deep sleep, keeping death just inches away. More wolves dare oppose us? A snarl curled and floated in the dark, a pair of lupine figures emerging from the shadows around the clearing. We've waited long to see this world burn. We won't be giving up so easily. A pretty thing. A young she-wolf. A psychopathic murderer, maybe, but hey...everybody has their flaws. Assyria watched with blazing eyes and Moonset and Euraisa came to the scene. The other Sheerans will be here soon, and who knows about the Yozorans... "Come," she signled with her tail to her partner, a wolf of silver and gray, faint hues of black and red bleeding through his pelt. "Tonight, Paris, we feast in the gardens of the packs." She erupted like a firecracker, snapping her paws forward and lunging towards Moonset's back, claws prepared to lock into her neck. Paris, however, stayed safely in the underbrush, watching, waiting. It wasn't these wolves he wanted revenge upon....no, he wanted every last Yozoran burned to hell, all but one she-wolf. And he would deliver hell personally to her....and the loner, the one who called herself Annanti. She would get worse than hell. This is not my battle.... He turned and disappeared into the moonlight. Hyperventilation soared through Freya's lungs, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, lips murmuring faintly in pleas for forgiveness for thing she'd done wrong, hopes for her packamtes, dreams she'd never gotten to see.... This is it....this is the end....this is what it means to die."Are you all right?"Freya's eyes flew upon, surprise and awe striking her. No choir of heavenly angels, no white fluffy clouds, just the same valley she'd known her entire life... I'm alive!"Yes....yes, I'm fine....do you know where Magic is? I think I'll need a healer...." She blinked up at him, still awed. "Thank you!" |
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 23, 2009 12:51:46 GMT -5
"AUUURGGGGGHHHHH!" Moonset let out a screech of pain. A Hellfirian wolf had lept upon her, sinking it's teeth, or something, into her back. "AUUUUUUUUAAAAAH!" Her yowls of pain filled the air, and with blazing eyes, Moonset turned her neck to face the wolf. She flipped over, knowing this was what she had waited for. But now she could not tend to the Siverian, whom Eurasia had surprisingly refused to help. Why wouldn't she do something? But Moonset couldn't see the injured wolf anymore. The herbs still lay on the ground, waiting to be used, but Eurasia refused to help. Moonset had her eyes locked on her target. Thrashing her powerful neck to fling the wolf off, and as she had flipped over she was on top of the wolf. The Hellfirian lay beneath her, and Moonset sunk her strong jaws through the wolf's leg, crushing bone, tasting smoky blood, and listening to the howls of battle around her. But in a instant, Moonset smelled Sheeran, fighting in the group. It was Eurasia, happily, and Moonset felt more teeth sink into her skin. But nothing stopped it. There was no interruption between the wolf whom bit Moonset, and, turning her head, Moonset saw who was really biting her flank.
Eurasia. The herb healer, teeth gleaming and eyes balzing, had sunk her teeth into Moonset's side.
(AhHA! Now you can see where I am going with this. ;D Oooooh, Eurasia's in for it!)
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 23, 2009 14:21:27 GMT -5
CAUGHT UP IN THIS MADNESS TOO BLIND TO SEE… While his claws had met their target, Temper felt nothing but rage when their bodies contacted one another. Although he had no idea what was happening with his opponent, the ebony brute felt air escape his lungs, and he was sent rolling away from his foe. He crashed limply on the ground, his skull taking the brunt of the impact—which was not at all a good thing. He remained still where he lay, staring with blurred senses and unable to focus on recovering from the assault. Pressure alleviated, Shade inhaled sharply, knowing that if he were going to escape, he would have to do so now. Summoning his remaining ounces of energy, he dragged himself to an unstable stand, leaning on the boulder for support. His leg screamed, palpitating with a heartbeat of its own. At least I can still feel it…“A-Annelise, it worked… w-we can l-leave now,” he woofed softly, his voice quivering as his multiple lacerations continued to flow red. But when he searched for his mate, his indistinct vision rested on her immobile form. And she was bleeding. “Annelise…?” he staggered to her side, staring down at her form. “…come on… don’t do this…” He lifted his head, a desperate yelp (one that was constricted by his own agony, but nonetheless audible) sounding from his muzzle. “Help! A-Anyone!” Lowering his words to a whisper, he rasped a shaky tongue over Annelise’s wound, adding, “Not l-leaving you… c-c-carry you, i-if I have to…”Macabre felt claws dig into his flesh, but his toughened bulk hardly acknowledged the pain, and he remained where he was. He was fairly vulnerable to outside assaults in this position, and he shifted so that he was lying more on his side than on his back. While this would lessen the pressure on the wolf beneath, Macabre hardly worried over such matters; after all, psychopathic death machine versus small Siverian female? Not very sportsmanlike, though…Despite the chaos ravaging the clearing, Lance felt a relieved semi-smile cross his lips. She’s alright. “I saw him on the outskirts over there,” he replied quickly, nodding toward the ring of trees surrounding the brawl, where a black brute was indeed wandering with herbs in his maw. At her gratitude, he responded with a somewhat awkward “Erm… no problem.”He was about to offer to call Magic over, but the rustling of moving paws caught his attention. Before he could utter a word, Kill had recovered and was charging toward him. He barely managed a dodge, stumbling a little on his feet. Realizing that the threat needed to be dealt with first, Lance braced for another collision. When Kill had rounded to deliver another swipe, Lance retaliated with a swipe to the stomach, and a fight ensued. …WOKE ANIMAL FEELINGS IN ME |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 23, 2009 16:28:48 GMT -5
Assyria was flung forward, and Moonset was atop of her, biting her leg. The wind was momentarily knocked out of her, but the she-wolf had met her target -- scarred Moonset's back. She bent her hindlegs upwards at Moonset, still biting her left one, and kicked her foe hard in the gut, a dismantling motion. She slipped fluidly from her position under the she-wolf and flowed direcctly into her next attack. The she-wolf looked over her shoulder now, it appeared someone was biting her. Never mind, that, no wolf in their right mind turns away from a charging Blood Mist! She rammed again, deliving a deep swipe at Moonset's turned neck, then darting away swiftly before there was time for a counter attack. She watched the she-wolf, in a defensive stance, prepared to sidestep if needed. I don't think I cut any vital veins, but that was still a good attack...
Freya managed to drag herself into the brush as Kill made her charge. It was lucky that she hadn't seen the charge -- Freya was the type who, despite her disability at the moment, would've tried to help. Any packwolf would. It would've meant Lance's work would be in vain. She inched her way slowly towards the place Magic had his herbs, groaning in pain as she did so.
Annelise twitched, eyes lfuttering half-way open once more. She parted her jaws to speak, but only blood exited her maw. She clowsed her eyes again, but maintained a steady consciousness. She moved her bloodied tail to lightly touch Shade's paw. "Magic," she murmured faintly, the word barely audible, but concrete with its meaning. "You too," she coughed. Shade needs help...more than me....is Magic the only healer here? I should be helping him....
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 23, 2009 16:47:25 GMT -5
Moonset cried with pain. "Eurasia, what are you doing?!" As Eurasia held a firm grip to Moonset's flank, the Hellfire wolf continued to pummel her. Moonset gathered her strength, and flung Eurasia back threee feet away, growling viciously. Now she was ready to fight like a real wolven warrior. Moonset gathered her haunches and in a flash was on top of the Hellfirian wolf, snapping vigorously in several place on its neck. She slid under before being kicked off, still winded from being kicked in the gut, and attempted to break the skin covering its throat. All the while, she was battering the wolf's gut in the same way she had previously been used with. But as Moonset had the perfect oppurtunity to kill the Hellfirian, Eurasia was pulling Moonset out form underneath it by her scruff. Eurasia snapped angrily at Moonset, eyes gleaming with success. Had Eurasia planned for this? A perfect oppurtunity to kill Moonset while anyone would asume it was a Hellfire wolf who had done it? Well then, Moonset thought, I won't back down from this fight. Moonset ignored the Hellfire wolf, launching herself onto Eurasia's stomach, and quikly dug her teeth into Eurasia's side. She felt like a trator though, tasting Sheeran blood. How could she do this?
And the second Moonset loosened her grip from thought Eurasia had flipped Moonset over and took a firm grip on her throat. "Eurasia, stop!" Moonset cried in fear. "Why are you doing this to me? I'm sorry! I really am!" But Eurasia didn't release her grip, even though Moonset heard her speak under her breath, only so Moonset could hear.
"I'm not doing this out of anger, Moonset." And before Moonset could even think of what she meant she felt a sharp pain, and Eurasia had broken skin.
(le-gasp!)
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on May 23, 2009 19:03:16 GMT -5
TOOK OVER MY SENSE AND I LOST CONTROL… Shade sucked in a breath, touching his nose to her cheek. “…please, be here when I send help… I love you.” Tearing away from her side, Shade stumbled frantically in the direction of the Healer, relying on faint memories of past Moonless Meetings to recognize the Siverian Healer. Noticing a figure inching toward him, Magic sprung into action and raced to meet her. The old Healer was a master at his craft, but that did not make matters any less urgent. He nudged Freya closer to the wall of brambles that surrounded the clearing, murmuring a quick, “Try and keep still” before dragging his supplies to his side. Noting the bleeding areas, Magic opted to treat them first, and unwound a reel of cobweb from his stash. Making the necessary tears with his fangs, he set out to bind her wounds. After applying the bandages satisfactorily, he allowed his eyes to roam. Thus far, he had only treated the most severe external wounds. A few herbs and some more cobwebs here and there, and—“Magic…!”Magic lifted his muzzle to greet the wolf who had called his name. But he expressed confusion when an unfamiliar Yozoran approached him. A Yozoran, Magic decided, that effectively resembled a walking corpse. “Help, please…” Shade wheezed. “A-Annelise… hurt.”His eyes widening further at the mention of his neophyte, Magic instantly cried out, “Annelise? She’s here? Oh, dear Lupus… how bad is it?”“Very b-bad.” Shade slumped to the ground next to Freya, coughing weakly. “By the b-boulders… hurry, please…”Magic hesitated, not wanting to leave Freya, but also not wanting Annelise to suffer in his absence. Freya should have a Healer to look after her, but in a time of war, it was not perfection that a Healer was after. It was stability, and the name of the game was to save as many as they could. “Freya, I’ll be back… take these,” Magic nosed a few herbs toward her muzzle, “Hopefully, it won’t be long…” He took a bundle of herbs in his jaws and skidded out into the battlefield, searching for a familiar pelt. Finally, after minutes of searching, Magic found the shrunken form of Annelise, who appeared to be in death’s grip already. “Annelise, hold on!” he hissed softly, working quicker than he had in his entire life to bind her larger wounds with webbing. Angered with the dodge, Kill reached out with a ravenous pair of fangs. Lance let out a strangled cry when Kill’s jaws seized his foreleg, twisting his limb in a torturous movement. He then shoved his weight toward her, and Kill’s fangs lost contact. Instead, the two enemies tumbled, struggling in their fierce assault on one another. …I’LL TASTE YOUR BLOOD TONIGHT |
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Post by featherswift on May 23, 2009 23:14:53 GMT -5
( hey is this after the howl into the night thread and gade one moonsetwolf 'cause i am confused now lol I'm not putting featherswift into fight since it not part of sheeran)
Jolon had heard fighting from far away and had rushed there curious. As he reached the Twilight Clearing he heard wolves hurried and fighting. His eyes glimmered as he took it all in. So much blood, and what was this? Fellow members attacking another. He laughed silently at "Euraisa" as she was called, eagerness to kill the other. The pack bonds were not strong and mistrust was in the air. He had no enemies yet to fight from other packs because he still needed to be trusted to live his warrior code. One thing bugged him though, as he watched. His pack was into the fray, yet he knew not why. His fur allowed him camouflage with his surroundings. He would talk to one of his pack he had smelled to figure out why this was happening. From what he could hear Shade was his pack mate, the one who had slumped to the ground talking of hurt wolf. Jolon walked out of his covering, towards Shade. "May I ask why Yozoran's fight?," he asked causously.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on May 24, 2009 8:24:45 GMT -5
Melina felt her body smash into Regulas. There was no pain, just adreneline. Her maw was splattered with so much blood, she couldn't tell if she was bleeding or if it was her opponent. It seemed as if blood was falling from the heavens, raining down upon the wolves who dared to challenge its' wrath. Melina took a quick glance for a millesecond and saw the ground teeming with other bloody, fighting wolves. A sudden urge to turn and get up hit her. Her eyes darted back to widen in terror as the massive wolf she had knocked over before was heading towards her. She kicked with her back paws and rolled over, but felt the massive paws catch her shoulder. A squeal escaped her, followed by burning pain and a dizzy spell. The she-wolf got up and tested her weight on her shoulder. It was okay, but it would hurt her in this battle. As another wave of adreneline rushed over her, Melina snarled. The blood stung her eyes and she blinked rapidly before launching herself at Regulas. The darkness seemed nothing right now, not on the night of this bloody battle of evil.
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Raffa wandered into the clearing to find the Hellfiran wolves were fighting the packs. Remembering the dictator hated the packs, he came up with a devious idea. It was a perfect time to try and kill some other wolf, to get it off of his chest he had never murdered, being as evil as he was. He darted into the middle of the fray and quickly felt the ground squish beneath him. The blood from other wolves was splattering him and he growled angrily. As he searched around, he found a wolf he thought he could probably hold off. Freya. With a loud battle screech, he lunged at Freya. Nobody would notice in a fight this big anyway.
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Post by nighty! on May 24, 2009 10:02:54 GMT -5
((Hey Sivvy, I just woke up with a great idea so I can finally post in the plot can one of your demon *wolfnap* Missing? I think it'd be a great idea, just out of no where a demon attacks a neophyte and takes her to somewhere evil and tortures her for right now though...)
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[/font]illy Pad enters the chess board. as to see all the peices are in play. No one was winning yet. She quickly looks around to see if she was needed anywhere to heal. The neophyte remembered by looking at Fang's warrior's skills and by learning to be a warrior before she became one, it was the basics but it was good enough. Defence and a little offence was all she needed to play the game. She heard whining in her mentor's name and gasped silently. I knew it, that bitch. Lilly Pad was about to become colder than Julian when he left, her best friend that left, someone is going to die now (if that's alright I don't want to be g-modding). The neophtye rushed toward Eurasia and got her claws out. "EURASIA!" She snarled. "I knew that you were not my mentor but I believed you that you were in our pack you wretch!" After that she plunged herself into her own mentor with her claws wide open. "Let go of Moonset and lets play the game."[/size][/blockquote][/size] (sorry but that is Lilly's personality when she's mad.) |
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on May 24, 2009 14:08:26 GMT -5
Eurasia released as she heard the screech of battle and hatred. Her own neophyte, Lillypad, was attacking her. Oh, why did she have to be here now? But, all the while, Eurasia knew that what she had come for was done. The skin over Moonset's throat was brocken, and Eurasia felt relief as she watched the wolf bleed to death. The hazel warrior was gargling on her own blood, coughing it up with wide fearful eyes. But Eurasia was fearful too. A wolf of the Sheeran Pack had spotted Eurasia, and now Lillypad was an eye witness to what Eurasia had done. Her only choice now was to kill Lilly too. Growling, Eurasia said, "I don't want to do this..." She dropped the limp body of Moonset and spun around quikly to face the young wolf on her back. Eurasia knew that she had a real battle ahead of her, because even though Lillypad was young, she acted like a warrior. Eurasia flung her neophyte off her back, and sunk her teeth into the small chest, applying great strength and she listened in awe to the snapping of a rib. The taste of blood was oozing into her mouth again, and Eurasia thought she might become sick. "I don't want to do this!" Eurasia cried, still holding onto her neophyte. "I need to tend to the injured, not fight you!" Moonset's eyes were glazed. She watched with pain as Eurasia was fighting her own neophyte. It became harder to breath every second, and Moonset realized she was choking on her own blood. It was terrifying, and surprising, to be dying now. As Moonset lay there, she knew she was going to die, her mind suffocated with pain as she noticed this. She thought of her whole life before the Sheeran Pack, life with the wild Pack, and she knew it was good. She thought of her mate, how they met, how she met Kane, how she met good and evil. How she had a family, how she fought in so many battles and won. How she experience births and deaths, heart breakers and spirit lifters. How she was orphaned, how she had come to the Packs simply by being a coward and running. How she had encountered hunters, how she had met different Packs and went through war. How she experienced famine, and how she became a warrior, leader, and mother, fighter, lover, and legend. No, even though she had lived a lifetime at such a young age, she did not want to die. Not without her pups, now without her mate. Not now, without her real Pack, family, and home. Not here, in a strange world where no body was friends and no one could be trusted. Tears ran down her face, knowing this was her end. She knew that the Pack thought she was already dead, but she had planned to return. But now she couldn't. She only wondered if the Sheeran Pack would remember her as a legend, too, as the wild Pack did. But now she lay there, weak and humiliated, tears still raining across her cheeks, bleeding to death. Moosnet closed her eyes, and her mind wandered off slowly, to deep and foreverlasting sleep. (Yes, Featherswift. This would have to be after those two threads. Lets not skip em though. I know it's confusing to have Eurasia in two places at once, but leave it be. ) |
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Post by nighty! on May 24, 2009 18:05:38 GMT -5
(First of all, lets try not to g-mod. and second of all, who's rib snapped? I can't really tell who's it was, if it was Lilly's then that's g-modding. But you g-mod with your own wolf by killing off one of your wolves[ in a normal way ])
Trying to catch her own breath. Lilly Pad knew if they both lived, someone was going to be banished. It can't be her because she didn't do anything, she's only defending Moonset. Eurasia though she was trying to kill Moonset, Lilly couldn't let that happen. [colo=silver]"Neither do I but you broke one of the most important rules that could banish you or kill you for doing so, and I can't let let anyone of the pack die because of another wolf in the same pack ANYMORE!" She growled before Eurasia flung herself.
The neophyte snarled when her mentor bit her in her chest, she picked up her back legs and kicked her off of her. "I am suppose to heal too, we can still do that! When the pack comes, they'll find Moonset and she'll have your scent! There is no way that you could hide that Eurasia. Do you even know what death is like when you look at it and know when it was going to happen just by watching your friend leave! I don't want to happen to you or anyone. Do you even know what it feels like to be attacked by death just by finding out that someone that you love is dead? DO YOU!? That is what we are for, trying to help the wounded and the sick. STOP THIS NOW!"
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Post by featherswift on May 24, 2009 20:23:18 GMT -5
(Got it moonsetwolf!  Makes more since now, definitely keep with other threads too!) Apparently no wolf would answer him so he looked away from the one he had asked. For the first time he smelt something he knew. Jolon's muzzle drew back to show his fangs. The smell was of fire! He looked closer and saw forms of wolves he knew not of. They didn't scare him as he stood in awe. This clearing was full of this sickening smell he couldn't get enough of. It had stolen his pack from him and now was disrupting peace in the packs. He didn't know if he should growl or smile. Jolon had found what he had wanted and lusted for. There was too much blood and fighting though to use it to his advantage. As he looked around the forms of wolves and hellfirians he noticed a neophyte fighting "Eurasia" who smelled of herbs. "So a herb healer would fight her own?," he thought disgusted. The neophyte yelled at the herb healer to stop. She was talking of death. Did this wolf even know what it felt like to feel the aching loneliness and rage from death? Jolon decided he would not join the fight with the fire ones, but help this neophyte who was going against all odds to stop a herb healer destroy her life. He couldn't allow nothing to be done as one lay dieing and another dead in Eurasia's eyes. He couldn't let traitors be in packs no matter what. If he turned into a traitor later on it would be for his packs own good. Jolon couldn't stand watching a young wolf fall victim to a traitor herb healer. Jolon walked towards them as they glared at each other. Black paws went into puddles of blood, staining them for the time being. He approached them and stared at Eurasia, his pelt bristling and ears held firmly forward with tail straight up. "Are all herb healers of Sheeran Pack like this?," he asked through bared teeth. (sorry if none of it made since, ^^; basically he can't stand traitors who hold high rank. In his eyes only he could do this if it was to help his pack. So now he is really mad at Eurasia and is going to help lilypad XD ) |
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Post by nighty! on May 24, 2009 20:49:32 GMT -5
The smell of blood was on Eurasia and on her. She bled for a traitor. There was no way that she would die from a traitor. Lilly was warrior-aged and learned from a great warrior when she was a neophyte. She became a herb-healer neophyte when Mist asked her if she still wanted to become a herb-healer when Adrian was the herb healer and there wasn't a herb healer neophyte. It was an honor. That was a total of four mentors, Lilly Pad had always learned from Rhain secretly, the Spring Goddess. She even remembered when her sisters were asking each other a questoin, one of them was what season goddess would you be. She said Spring, her sister Winter chose winter of course, but she can't remember what Mythic said, but doesn't even remember if she said anything. The fun times that was. If the herb healer neophyte died today. She's coming to see most of her family again. Then another wolf came asking a question about Sheeran herb healers. "No, she's the only one that I've knew through all my mentors."
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Post by featherswift on May 24, 2009 21:11:15 GMT -5
As Lilypad answered him he heard courage and pride in her words even though she had wounds. His black fur prickled as the stench around him intoxicated him. "It's good to hear Sheeran Pack isn't breeding traitors like her then," he thought. He saw blood around Eurasia's muzzle and her confidence, but felt that she was some what scared to do this. Jolon stepped closer, just one step. "Your name is Eurasia is it not? Well it doesn't matter now does it, because the pup your parents loved is no longer Eurasia. Why would you kill a pack mate when the fire ones kill your friends also?," he cocked his head slightly. Clearly this wolf had gone mad and wasn't thinking straight. Maybe if he inraged her through her past and what she had done she would go back to being loyal or better yet run away from the territories before she was banished. No matter. He didn't care as long as she paid for what she had done. As he looked at Eurasia he noticed that the wolf that was "dead" was not. It was holding on, barely. Jolon had to hurry up. If that wolf died then it would be known a Yozoran had stalled a killer only to kill its victim by wasting time. He thought fast too. This was an opportunity to have others of a pack ,and his own, respect him and relie on him maybe later. He would could use it later to gain his ambition. "But no traitors would ever be allowed. Allow them all the die if it is made...," he thought. He looked at Eurasia more closely and snarled,"Answer me traitor!"
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
Makes more since now, definitely keep with other threads too!)