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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Oct 10, 2009 18:47:22 GMT -5
Good lord!
Vee’s assault had grazed him, but not enough to slow him down. In fact, Regulus simply turned around and… He’s chasing someone else now?? Hey, am I not strong enough for you, or something!?
She slipped into an annoyed pursuit of the much larger brute, but skidded to a halt when she heard the distressed cry of Darius. Wait, Darius is here, too? Angling her attention towards the source of the cry, Vee caught her breath upon noticing the rather inert form of the fallen Santi. Instinct roared for her to race to her friend’s aid, and she was about to lunge into a sprint—until a random wolf’s head, bobbing in the water, appeared out of the corner of her eye.
What the…?
This wolf, Patch, was paddling steadily towards them. Friend or foe? I can’t tell—he’s too wet. I can’t scent him! Abandoning Regulus—who seemed to be quite preoccupied with another wolf—Vee raced over to stand near Santi, and glared suspiciously at the arriving Patch.
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Oct 12, 2009 13:57:38 GMT -5
Rose heaved herself up, breath hard, and moaned. Her paws were on a flight towards escape, even though she had no idea where that was. That supsicious feeling that a wolf was stalking her was gone, but the battle cries behind her were enough to send her running.
The last thing she would do was fight. She may be stuck up and self absorbed, but she's no fighter. Rose was a coward at heart.
She had no clue where she would go, just away from there, and she slowed down as the fight scene's sounds became just a little fainter. She was nowhere near 'away' from it all, but when they became softer to her ears she couldn't help but feel safer.
"Phew." She said, relaxing. She didn't plan on running anymore.
...
Stupid fae.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 13, 2009 8:05:02 GMT -5
Racing a tad further ahead of her target, the snatcher emerged casually from the brush out of Rose's view. She let her paws wander nonchalantly towards her target, her eyes cast about, appearing as if she was a mere loner. Though her packmates held the burning scent of Hellfire, if she spent enough time alone, their smell with fade from her own live, not undead body. Now, she scented of the loner lands. Her brief brush with the Hellfirians behind them wouldn't strike Rose -- she had just be among them herself, hadn't she? Gazing cheerfully at the sky, she bumped right into the small she-wolf.
"Oh! Why hello there, who are you?" She barked, an expression of false surprise crossing her serpentine features.
Santi gradually came to, but her eyes slid shut almost as soon as they fluttered blindly open. She collapsed in a tired heap. In desperation to help, Darius turned her on her side. "That should help the water run out of her lungs..." he murmured, more to himself than Vee. Santi shortly took up a watery snore, the liquid residue forming a small puddle under her chin. He winced and gazed about, sighting Patch and narrowing his eyes at the approaching wolf. "Vee, who is that wolf?"
Regulus glared icily at the bobbing form of Styx in the lake. What is he, a Sheeran wolf? He hated them with a burning hellhole of passion. He himself was a Sheeran at birth. At birth, and nothing more. They're all bloody traitors, I'll slay the lot of them! He sniffed the air again, but the only Sheeran scent that came to him was from the Sheeran terra itself. No, I would've noticed if he was a Sheeran....I would've been able to tell. But no wolf learns to swim like that unless they stayed with the fish pack....
Meg trailed down the Sheeran slope alone, yawning idly to herself. Ameral had been nice, but she'd yet to find a true friend amongst the remainder of her pack. It felt like a remainder, now, that her favorite Sheeran had left them for another life. I suppose I should stop hating him now. He did what he felt was right. I ignored him....it's true. The sound of howling soared from the Twilight Clearing. What was that? He pelt fluffed and her eyes slitted. With her sense alive and at work, she slunk towards the border of Sheeran and free terra.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Oct 13, 2009 15:30:28 GMT -5
This wolf isn't going anywhere, Styx growled silently to himself as he looked back at Regulus. He swam to the surface and slowly swam to where Regulus was standing. "Hey, yo, I barely even know you, why are you chasing me?" he whimpered quietly. "I wasn't even going to attack you, I was just wondering what the heck everyone is fighting over." Besides, I still have no clue who's friend or foe. Well, since no one came over to help me, I guess these guys are just neutral.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 15, 2009 8:05:35 GMT -5
Seething, the beast lowered his maw to the sun-shattered surface of the water, a gutteral snarl peeling from his maw. Cold hatred pooled in his stony, coal eyes; passion was what Regulus was capable of. Passion for the kill, passion for New Moon, and that was it. No other emotions ever touched his heart, save for the anger or his own twisted version of love. But that all stemmed from the passion, didn't it? Drops of saliva hung from the brute's muzzle, wetted with the water. "You swim like the Sheerans do, wolf," he growled, haunches poised in a stalking crouch. "The Sheerans will burn! You don't smell like them, but you act like a Sheeran acts. You'll go down with them, too."
Her heart quickened as she reached a thin copse of willows bordering the Twilight lake. Autumn had worked the forests well; the ground was crounchy and antagonistic to stealth, and the cover left in the trees and foliage was minimal. Picture yourself as a small, invisible little bug. She hugged the tree trunks, imagining herself a tiny speck in the wild. Wolves were fighting with each other around the lake, loners by the look of them.
"I wasn't even going to attack you!"
Styx?
Meg peered out from behind her hiding place, eyes widened in shock and frozen with a sudden burst of fear. What's happening?
"The Sheerans will burn!"
Well...that's not...good.... She shuddered, her mind whirring with indecision. What do I do?
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Oct 16, 2009 15:38:03 GMT -5
"But I'm not a Sheeran," Styx tried to explain. "I'm just a loner who's hanged around Sheeran land." He knew he had been in the pack before as an official member, but he never felt like he belonged and had given up on pack life. "And besides, I've always known how to swim long before I came to these lands." He hoped the wolf believed him since most of it was true. When he was little and his parents and siblings were away, his one and only hobby was to go swimming in the river near his old den. Unfortunately, back then he was never a strong swimmer and he was swept away in the river by a sudden storm and never saw his family again. Not that his family cared for him, anyways.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 23, 2009 9:38:04 GMT -5
Words fell dully on his unwilling ears; Regulus grunted, his wiry, bloodshot eyes rolling back into his head as he inhaled with violent force. His eyes slitted on Styx. With a black laugh, he drew his sickly lips back across the serreted edges of his fangs. He bellowed loudly in humorless laughter. "You think I'm a fool, whelp? You think you can trick the likes of me, who has seen life, death, and all that is in between? I know that smell like I know the smell of my birth mother. You're one of them, and I'll slay you!" He began to saunter forth once more, eyes lodged with determintaion. He moved more thoughtfully now, churning and buffeting his paws in the water, slowly, then more quickly, as if the skill was there all along and gradually returning to him. Bet the pest doesn't know I used to be a poisonous Sheeran too...
Meg fluttered at the rim of the clearing, her decision shifting back and forth with the weight of each second. What do I do, what do I do? Her scent had travelled to the throng of wolves, but no wolf spotted Meg, neophyte of the Sheerans. They smelled her, but they only saw Styx.
As Regulus started forth, Meg shook her head and tore away from the scene. I have to find help, there's no way I can take him by myself.....
She froze halfway up the slope, limbs trembling. But I can't leave Styx, either...
She turned tail and pelted towards Regulus, tossing a bold howl over her shoulder as she did so.
"Hey!" Have to get his attention! She snarled at Regulus, barking vigorously. "Hey you, you there with the ugly face! I don't like you!"
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Post by SaveAWolfxSaveALife on Nov 27, 2009 11:30:51 GMT -5
(Sorry I haven't been on in, like, forever.)
Her instincts took her jumping back three whole feet. Some wolf just decided to randomly come out, and it took her by surprise. Rose's heart was still racing in her chest, and she had no idea whether the wolf she'd run into was friendly or hostile. It sure didn't give the approach that she wanted to eat her, or wanted to fight. In fact, the new wolf didn't even seem like the others. She even smelled different...
But her trust instincts never existed, and instead of speaking her name, she remained on guard. "Wouldn't you like t' know." she said, puffing out her chest.
Despite her tough act, Rose's tail swung lightly between her legs.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
