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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:00 pm
His eyes met hers with an almost 'electric' glare- as if the fires of hell stirred deep within his little rotted bowels. I'm going to kill you. He mouthed out at her so Hurricane wouldn't see him. He then panted lightly an spit out a small amount of blood that had been welling up in his mouth. Had he been a dragon that might have been acid the way he cast it out of his mouth- like he could burn threw other beings with it.
Dear god though he wasn't going to let either of them see his pain. Hell no. He was better then the romantic hootsie-tootsie that was going on before him. Not that he was angry at his brother, he actully inwardly felt sorry for him. But that b***h- nothing would seperate him from his double bolted minion...not a damn thing; expecially not a pathetic female like that. Again he spat out another uncontented wad of blood. Ah if only it had been that females and not his.
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Hurricane blushed and backed off onto his heals as if he couldn't move faster from the girl that was infront of him. Damn his stupid brother for causeing all this trouble. He knew that he was evil; not unlike himself, but to treat such another as garbage was unexcusable! He supposed though had it been Shezaam he would have acted different; prehaps Tempeste too...though even he had to admit she was 'odd'. But still that wasn't the principle. Men were supposed to be chivelus towards the opposite gender- mom taught them that. Prehaps because she was trying to brainwash them at a young at- but maybe she had some backing to it...she wasn't completly evil.
"Again I'm dredfully sorry about my brother...he's an idiot..." He then fell silent embarssed by the whole situation.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 1:14 pm
The brother with the single bolt shot daggers into Piper's soul. She froze, staring him in the eyes and feeling a growl ripple up but never letting it free. Tornado...could be a problem. Although, she herself wasn't on her own territory. But she was older.
She stood to take it up with him in a personal manner, but the way he spat out blood made her smirk and she had a second thought. Don't beat a dog while he's down. She'd wait. They'd have a face off someday soon.
Piper turned back to Hurricane, who was now arched on his heels, paws tucked in. She couldn't help but smile at him. An apology. "No need to apologize," she chortled. "You didn't cause him to do that. You can only control yourself. Right?"
She was surprised at her own timidity. Normally, she was the bold leader, head and tail held high as she took control. But she couldn't help the little butterflies in her stomach. She cocked her head to one side and winked. "Can you leave your den, or does your momma have you locked in?"
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 10:42 pm
He shrugged as he fell backwards from the squirming he was doing. Then quickly regaining his footwork sat quite a distance away from her. "No I have to appoligise...mamma told us to be nice to girls." He shot his own nasty look at Tornado who was returning it while sticking out his tounge and spitting more blood. "But no mom dosn't have us tied to our cave. Frankly we have the entire run of the pack- uncle Adolfo looks out for us; he's strange he can see things others can't." He then let out a giggle and a whisper. "But I can get around him- old fart." He beamed threw his over active imagination. Had Uncle Adolfo heard any of that he probally would have whooped the boys if he wasn't already at that point from Tornado's acinie behavior.
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Man was Hurricane going to seriously getting a whooping! Calling Adolfo an old fart...if he didn't hear it already the single bolted brother was going to tattle and get Hurricane in deep trouble. What a whooping he was surely going to get! Cackling to himself maybe he could get that praddlesome female eatten too. But this was as far as Tornado really thought; had he put any good brains into it he would have realised that Adolfo have his hyde more then Hurricane's for the trouble he ensued- but then again Tornado's brains never really went that far. He was the type to act first think later. Much more like his father side or Rome's then his mothers.
Everyone knew very well where her brains went. That was probally in reality why he beat up on his brother so much- jelousy and spite for having something he had not. Again with a smirk he started to sneak off from the two to try and find Adolfo. Oh he's going to get a good a**-whoopin, he chortled to himself in song.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 9:18 pm
Piper watched him, smirked, and stood up to stretch. Her little puppy claws raked the ground and she closed her eyes in thought. Adolfo? She'd not heard of him. Was he, perhaps, the alpha of the pack? Someone to overturn, perhaps, in her future?
The little prideful wolf was destined to be a leader...one way or another. If it meant uprooting an old pack's status or creating a new pack with a group of followers, Piper would become an alpha. Though, she was more than likely to return to her homelands and take over leadership there because Lilith was, afterall, getting old.
"Then if you're not tied here," she purred, her tail wagging. "Let's go explore."
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tornado slinking off. To find the alpha, perhaps? A shiver of fear and excitement rushed through her, but she did nothing. Let them come. She puffed up and wagged a paw at Hurricane. "So how'bout it?"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 3:20 pm
Hurricane nodded at the female. His mom HAD told him to stay close to the packlands- but boys would be boys; and he couldn't resist an adventure. Expecially if it ment leaving his dimwitted brother behind for a few hours. He loved him- but god he was an a**.
"Oh yes! I'd love to go on an adventure!"
He cackled and bounced back and forth from one paw to the other, as if he just couldn't hold his excitement inwardly anymore. But oh if uncle Aldofo knew- screw him; he was the alpha's son. He could do ANYTHING he wanted to. Like he was going to listen to his uncle anyway. *piff* Old fart.
He then bounded off behind Piper wondering where the two were headed off for.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 11:50 pm
In all honesty? She had no clue where she was going -- or where she was leading HIM. It was called an adventure, after all. She took him in the opposite direction that his twin went in hopes that they'd not run into the party pooper.
Piper was taller than Hurricane at the shoulders, nearly a young adult, size showing their age difference. And the pup was a bit immature, but all pups were. But he was following her...and she could get used to being the leader.
A lazy grin spread across her maw as they traveled deeper into the wood, her nose working the ground and the air every few minutes.
A crack sounded the air and she stopped dead and waved a paw at the orange and navy pup to follow suit. There, just past a small pond, was a young buck grazing. His antlers were dappled from the sunlight and white fawnmarks still littered his hind.
"Shh... Let's tag him." Then, as if she was worried Hurricane would protest, added, "Your mom'll be proud."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:50 pm
Tag? He went over the word in his head only knowing one real meaning for it...a game. But he assumed that it ment something else...probally to kill. That left an evil smirk rising across his little muzzle. He'd finally get to test out his deadly claws on something more then his acinie brother Torando- bah what'd he know...idiot. Anyway this girl sounded fun- and quite evil from the tone in her voice.
"If it means to kill then by all means lets TAG him. Then I'll wear his antlers as a trophy."
Though he was quite oblivious to the delema that the buck was BIG and he was SMALL. He just thought he was immortal and capable of anything- the same weakness his brother seamed to be suffering from as well. And with a little wiggle from his rump shot forth at the startled deer like a madman. It however gave a trumpant snort like the puppy was nothing and continued to drink from the water.
Inwardly this made Hurricane laugh- Fool. He thought then lunged for his nostrils and clung on tightly with his nails. This time the buck paniced as the pup stuck himself to the other. Flailing wildly he began to toss his body too and fro to get the annoyance off. Hurricane though would never let go even if it ment his dead; and with his head hitting onto rocks he let out a semi-trumpant laugh.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 12:53 am
She watched as the gears spun in his little head, claws raking at the ground. Perhaps...he wasn't such a puppy after all? Maybe she'd just gotten too used to his childish looks. Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he would be the perfect follower after all...or even an alpha-gonna be like herself.
Or not.
His little butt wiggle was all she had of a warning as he lunged after the buck, who merely eyed them. It was like it wasn't even afraid!
This made the navy and white b***h's blood boil. How dare the beast! With a roar, she followed Hurricane's lead, knocking into the buck as it tried to remove the orange pup from its muzzle. Blood had begun to trickle as it tossed Hurricane back and forth.
There was a sickening crack as his head connected with a rock. A rock! Piper snarled and threw herself at the antlered brute's neck, snapping at his throat but missing entirely. A velvet-covered horn whipped around and raked across her side, bringing a pained yip from the female.
"Damnit! Back off, Hurri; we need another plan!"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 3:54 pm
Even if Hurricane had heard Piper he still wouldn't have given way. No beast had the power to rule over him- expecially not a deer. They were foul vermin under his paws...only for eatting. With blood leaking from all orphases of his head he still continued to rake his claws into the lowly animals nostrils. He could not feel pain now, his body seamed numb as the hits seamed to be increasing. Maybe he would have let go had he actully had any control over his body- or maybe he wouldn't he was quite stubborn. Death didn't seam to detract the son of Twister.
Again the buck thrashed the pup into a tree; and if Piper listened she would probally hear the feint cracking of a few of his ribs on his body. This though only caused the lighting bolted pup to take another wild slash at the deer. With a well calculated aim he hit the eye with his flailing paw. The deer instead of thrashing him seamed to stumble back from the pain and tumbled onto the ground. The single bolted pup tried to hang on but was finally throw away from the weakened beast.
Hurricane though would not be thwarted. With a hang dog look, a gimpy paw, a few broken ribs and a pool of blood flowing from every direction of his body, he gave Piper the most menicing, sickingly evil look he could muster; then raced forth with the last of his bleeding energy towards the now struggling deer.
"The plan my friend...is this deer dies..."
Then with those words again latched himself to the deers nose.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 6:41 pm
As she realized Hurricane was so engulfed in the fury of the kill that he couldn't hear her, she spit out a curse and lunged after them. She darted in and out of the fight, growls rising up her throat as she snapped at the ankles of the frantic beast.
The deer backed up as Hurricane's claw hit an eye and it stumbled over Piper, who'd gotten in the way. She snarled and scrambled out of the way as it fell to the forest ground with a crash.
She gazed at him, the deer's blood speckling her muzzle and her own blood soaking a white side where the antler ripped flesh clean. At the look in his eye, she was impressed.
He was, indeed, the perfect toy... or perhaps more than a toy... A potential mate? And a potential alpha.
She smirked, giving a sharp bark of a laugh, and loped over to him. As he tugged at the deer's nose, she clamped jaws over his throat and pressed down to close its windpipe.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:05 pm
As the fires of hell seamed to engulf his brain even more, his claws and broken bones slashed furiously at what he could gain. With Piper now at the beasts throught he could feel it struggling less and less until the poor brute seamed to accept death and passed to the land beyond. This though didn't part the young male from his prize. Instead with a confident swagger; he took his non-broken limbs and ripped off the antlers that once grazes the beasts head. It was at this moment though that his body seamed to catch up with him and carfully landed on the bones that remained in tact.
As for the rest of his body it looked as though he'd been shot down by humans. On one side two ribs protruded from his body; and on that same side his front limb had been shattered into several peices; not to mention the back limb that had been crushed severly. His tail was mangled and his ears and head were ripped open and bleeding from the beating he had received. Aside from that there was a glow of life from his eyes, they prehaps couldn't have been brighter or him being more pleased. Clamping down on his prize he'd prehaps never let it go.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:33 pm
At once the beast's breathing ceased and Piper slowly let go. With a snort, she raised her head to greet the sight of Hurricane. One adventure and they were brutalized -- Piper less than the younger male -- obviously.
Slowly, she clenched her jaws gently against one antler and looked him in the eye. Her head cocked to the side and the tip of her tail wagged once.
"Nice job, Hurricane," she smiled, proud. She tugged at the antler again, then dropped her muzzle to the beast's shoulder, tearing off a slice of flesh, still hot. "C'mon. We need to drag our kill back."
The wind blew past, carrying the scent of another wolf on the breeze and she lifted her nose once more. No...perhaps it was nothing. And she turned back to Hurricane to nuzzle his cheek.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:03 pm
He didn't say much threw the antler that he was clinging to in his mouth, but he did return the smile to the other. This adventure was what made the world worthwile- even threw the terrible pain that seamed to be clenching his body. Would he did? Maybe...but it'd be worth it. His tail wumfhed the ground weakly- but stopped suddenly as the wind bit his nose. It was a strange wind. One was Tornado...the other was his uncle. Even if he had no scent he could tell as the shadows seamed to press down on him slightly.
"Uncle..."
His eyes narrowed at the thought of Tornado really being a tattletale- but it was probally better then never. Adolfo would at least be able to heal his wounds so he didn't die...but he was still going to beat him with his shadows for the old fart comment.
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Tornado was running with Adolfo all intent on killing Piper when his nostrils wafted with the deep scent of blood. Dear god she she KILL his brother? His eyes widened and he shot forth infront of his uncle. He'd mangle her beyond repair if she touched a hair on his head. That was his job to beat on him.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:02 pm
Piper watched him, as his eyes narrowed, her body tensed. Two wolves. Tornado had tattled, the little p***k! A snarl echoed out as she dropped the antler and whipped around to where the other twin and an unknown scent was coming from. Part of her wanted to run, to let her muscles escape from their predicament...
But she was too proud.
Her hackles rose as they came near and suddenly she broke into a gallop. Seeing Tornado, she splashed through the blood and mud and lunged at him, jaws aimed at the younger wolf's neck.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:37 pm
 Before the shaman was even out into the open, the shadows popped up a strong wall right in front of Tornado, if the pup ran into the wall it was his fault, but the attacking outsider was meant to slam into the dark brick.
Adolfo's eyes were still cold, maybe more so with the fact that Hurricane's stupidity had the pup bleeding all over the place and just being proud of killing a young stag though these wounds would be fatal, if he didn't have an old fart that cared a damn about the useless fur. Alpha pup or not, the shaman was a pissed off uncle and more so that the little b***h was going to attack Tornado, who just might have saved his brother's life.
Gliding into the area and shadows grabbing out to ensnare the vain pup/ young teen, Adolfo passed through the wall of shadows like there was none.
"If you thrash, or lunge at my nephew again, you won't see anything that resembles daylight or your family again, because your hide will belong to the shadows. Or possibly the alpha of this land for getting one of her pups almost killed," just a warning, knowing Tornado wouldn't be able to also attack the other through the shadow wall.
Emerald eyes locked upon the battered form of his single bolted orange pup, disappointment and rage blazing in the cold bitterness. Eyes sweeping over the physical and even allowed the shadows to do a internal, the shaman growled deep.
"You're a damn fool, Hurricane! I should let you die," Adolfo growled out, but he had too much respect for at least his brother not to do that. "You've made a real mess inside and out." White ears pinned back as the shaman looked at the pup, though a sickening twist popped onto the maw of the master of the shadows.
"Tornado," his voice sounded like chilled satin, "I'll let you decide, should you're brother live? If you say no, I'll personally rip out the femme's throat and deliver the head to your mother stating she killed Hurricane, but if you say yes. I'll heal him, with great enticing pain, and," his eyes flickered over towards the wall, "break a leg of the b***h that was going to kill the Saviour of his ungrateful twin."
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