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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 13:42:17 GMT -5
(I am placing this a little before the fires)
Amberlin sauntered into the pack territory like she owned the place. The scent of blood and decay tinged the air. The fea was not really paying attention to her surroundings really she was frightened and had found the water. Something in her triggered a fear of something she was unsure of the underlying weariness. She heard a crack of something in the woods. She shrunk down, "W-who is there?" A small raccoon walked out of the under brush shaking it's head it then moved back into the wood.
Amberlin relaxed and laughed at her jumpy nature. She moved to the running water her tail low and stiff to keep her balance. she dipped her nose in and drank.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 14:00:22 GMT -5
Chica's tend to get hurt when they wander onto Blood Mist territory, princesa.
The brute had appeared rather suddenly, and not to mention quietly. He had seen the femme saunter into Indigo Falls just a few moments earlier from his post over in the shadows. She looked innocent enough, but that meant nothing to Hellfire. She sounded frightful, and some what unsure, and why shouldn't she be? She had the black blood lusting devil trailing her. If I were her, I'd be afraid as well. Right now, those brilliant, yet insane gold optics were staring curiously at her. His signature smirk curled up the corners of his maw into a demonic, and devious smirk. He ambled toward her carefully, his movements slow, and calculated.
Dangerous.
So tell me, princesa. What brings you to the big bad woods? His voice was calm, and collected, just like his stride. Dangerous. Calculated. Insane. There was a passion in his eyes, a lusting that he couldn't quite quench. Something he wanted. And what was that? He wanted innocent blood. He wanted to soak his maw up to the eyes. But right now, he would hold off.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 14:36:19 GMT -5
Amberlin turned suddenly to address the ‘intruder’ falling into the cool shallows of the falls which she had thought to be safe. Now wet and getting chilled she stepped out of the water to get her bearings. “I followed the scent of water, Clean and drinkable.” She seemed to be soft spoken. Sensing the danger of his movements she stayed her distance the best she could. She shook out her fur to help ward off the cold that treated seeping in though the water in her fur. Those eyes she didn’t like the way he looked at her. It was like she was his next meal, it sent shudders through her. She dipped her head in defense.
The slight danger she felt in this situation made her heart flutter. /am I going to die? I have heard of blood mists from the other loners. But I never meant to get cornered by one./ she held down her whine. If she let it go it would only show her complete weakness. Not to mention she was still smaller than him. Her tail slowly began to tuck itself even with her forcing it to stay.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 16:26:59 GMT -5
Hellfire couldn't help but grin as this femme seemed to cower at his approach. It did his heart good to see her tremble, and shake like a feeble leaf. Without stopping his cruel, and calculating stalk forward he allowed a soft cackle to roll from his jowls. His presence here could only mean one thing: She was in for a show. Tell me, chica, does your nose at the end of your pretty face work? Did you miss the scent of Blood Mist, princesa? The black devil mused, and finally came to a stop a few feet away from her. He was amused, you could tell from the twinkle in his eyes. He didn't take anymore strides forward, but he did lean forward on his columns, closer still to his "prey." I can assure you, that was not a very smart choice, if that be the case. So, chica, what can I do for ya?
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 16:47:02 GMT -5
“I have never come across the scent of ‘Blood Mist’.” She barked in a warning tone. She shook bur stood her ground. Amberlin was never the one to run. She bowed like she had been taught as a puppy when fighting someone. Her tail wagged low, not threatening at all. Seeing his amusement she stepped away from him and against a cliff face. /if he gets to close lick him and run. That should confuse him. / “Why do you stalk me?” She whimpered slightly with a growl.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 17:39:49 GMT -5
Hellfire rose a single brow, his gold optics glowing still with amusement. Don't play dumb. The scent is every where. So, I guess you can't smell. Isn't that ironic, chica? A wolf who can smell. He grinned now, almost like the Joker from Batman, and rolled back to sit on his haunches. He was big, true, and he was tough, that was also true. He didn't have one scar that blemished his canvas, yet he had been in plenty of battles. Had fallen off these very falls. Then two days later, he joined the battle that had started the revolution. He watched the femme for a few moments, and then decided to tell her why he "stalked" her. Chica, it's my job. You are an intruder on Blood Mist camp. What should I do with you, dama? Should I let you go, or should I haul your pretty self down to the camp, and let the others have their way with you? He grinned at the thought, his audits twitching this way and that for a few moments before he stood once more, but didn't move from his spot.
It would be pretty amusing, wouldn't it? He asked, arching a brow, and waiting for her input as well.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 18:03:53 GMT -5
Amberlin tilted her head making her look even more adorable. She sat on her haunches taking in the power that the brute had in the situation. True she was on pack territories but she honestly did not know. She swallowed hard her eyes searching him for flaws. She had deduced that he was not going to go easy on her even with her young age. “I think that we should stay here and I not go to your camp. That would mean I am intruding even further. “ She said hoping to deter him from bringing her in front of his pack.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 18:19:37 GMT -5
Now he grinned from ear to ear, shaking his head just the slightest. The poor femme doesn't even know what she's talking about. I don't understand why she must beg, and such. If I were her, I'd much rather go to camp rather than stay here with me.
He smirked for a moment, and then shook his head for a moment. Oh, but princesa, what is there to do here? He asked, arching a brow as he slowly slunk forward once more. Now he had a plan. A plan to have some fun well he was at it. I'll tell you what, chica. I'll give you to the count of five, and that's all the time you have to high tail it out of here. I'll chase you down, and if I do catch you, and I will, you will have to stay in Blood Mist territory for a few days. See how you like it. Understand? He asked, arching an eyebrow. My, he was having very much fun with this, much fun indeed.
Maybe she would give him a good chase. Maybe she would get away from him, but it was unlikely in the first place. He stopped his slow stalk forward, and arched an eyebrow. So, what do you say, chica?
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 18:47:00 GMT -5
With the Chance for freedom on the tip of her nose she stood and Looked the Demon wolf in the eyes. Skirting around him not sure if she should turn her back on him. Once she got to a safe ‘ish’ point she sprinted to escape. Her paws carried her swiftly through the trees not looking over her shoulder she ran. She didn’t want end up seeing her death coming. “Golden wolf Save me.” She panted as she sprinted.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 18:54:35 GMT -5
True to his word, he turned around, and watched as the femme ran for her life. Slowly, in his head, he counted to five. Uno...dos...tres...quatro...and cinco With that, he lowered himself to the terra, and threw him self forward.
This is going to be fun.
The little she-devil had quite a kick, and had already distance herself from Hellfire quite a bit. His audits fell back against his handsome crown, and for a few moments it was just him, and the foliage. He was racing against himself, a ghostie of him, and time was their enemy. His insane cackle was heard from behind the racing femme though, which meant he couldn't have been too far off. The poor girl, she was quite literally, running from the devil himself. His jowls were wide open, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth, and slinging slobber about as if it were rain. Where are you, chica?
There.
I win.
He spotted the femme a few moments later, and that's when his columns kicked into ground eating strides.
Chica, I've got you now! With a leap, his form lunged toward her, his aim of course, was to knock her off her feet, and pin her beneath him. What a scary ordeal to go through...
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 19:06:50 GMT -5
(sorry it is so short.)
Amberlin Growled at his voice She moved to kick a pawful of dust at him. She bounced his paws that would have caught her spot on caught her hind quarters. A yelp escaped her maw and she stumbled. She moved again to catch her footing. “Not today,” She growled starting again.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 19:12:09 GMT -5
The dust did little to save her. He fell back, allowing her to gain her footing, but not before disappearing into the dense foliage. He was running right beside her, and she probably didn't even know it. He was panting lightly, but his eyes were bright with excitement. This chase was giving him an adrenaline rush. He sprinted on, planning on cutting her off. He just needed to get far enough ahead of her. He counted the seconds as he ran ahead.
One, two, three, four, five.
And with that, like a demon in the night he exploded from the dense foliage. Whirling around on his hind columns, and planting himself firmly in front of her. She would have only seconds to react. This way, he would have a firm chance at stopping her, and if he could, he'd win.
Miss me, chica?
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 20:50:04 GMT -5
~Le Gasp~ Amberlin moved to stop skidding she gave up and bounced full force at him. All four paws aimed at the demon. She growled “I Hate Chase.” She snapped at him. Her whole body flying at him. /I am so going to die, Say good bye to life as I knew it./She heart felt like it was going to stop it was beating so fast.
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Post by H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba on Jul 15, 2011 22:04:36 GMT -5
Like a stone wall he didn't budge even as the female threw herself at him with hellfire, and brimstone flashing through her eyes. In fact, his muscles tensed slightly, as he bowed his head, and leaned forward on his columns, taking the full blow in his chest and shoulder. They tumbled across the terra for a few feet, before Hellfire sprinted to pin her beneath him. How could you not like chase, chica? It's the best game ever. The thrill of hunting down your prey. There isn't anything like it, princesa. He grinned slightly, a demonic grin all the same. Now, if only he could pin the femme beneath him, it'd be over. He wouldn't kill this one, no. She was too full of life. But, he wasn't gonna tell her that.
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Post by Acacia on Jul 15, 2011 22:35:49 GMT -5
She twisted under his weight her head throbbing. "I never have." She snarls at the wolf above her snapping at him. "Set me free" /What is he going to do to me? I am not going down without a fight./ She slowed her breathing and pushed her back paws against his underbelly. “Get off me you Hellish brute!” she spit in his face.
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