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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 6:30 pm
Private RP between Stalkerchick's Strawberry and Dark Wolfs Moon's RoarkDark Wolfs Moon Roark: *turns to Strawberry* " I must say the same... Would you like to play a game, little pup?" Stalkerchick Strawberry: -smirks- What kinda game? -eyes flare- Do I get to skin a squirrel again? =D Dark Wolfs Moon Roark: "Oh, no. We'll be skinning something much bigger." *Evil grin* "come here, Child." Stalkerchick Strawberry: -giggles- Why don't you come get me? Maybe I can see if I can rip one of those scars open Dark Wolfs Moon Roark: *grins* A feisty one... I like it. He snarls, and makes a leap at Strawberry. Stalkerchick Strawberry: -gets a sudden thrill from being chased and runs underneath him around him in circles- =D Dark Wolfs Moon Roark growls, and promptly steps on Strawberry's tail (hard) to keep her from going anywhere. "Stupid kid..." Stalkerchick With a yelp, a giggle followed swiftly, before his insult caught her ears, "Oh, I'm stupid? I'm quick enough to escape a lumbering oaf like you for a while!" She giggled again and twisted around to gnaw on his foreleg. For a pup, her teeth were surprisingly sharp - like little needles and razorblades grinding together. Dark Wolfs Moon Roark grinds his teeth, but doesn't let up. The burn of pain... it was sweet. Another scar. The blood, a river of his being, beginning to pool down his leg. He snarls and grabs the scruff of the pup's neck, trying to yank her off his leg.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:46 pm
Though still young, she caught the delayed snarl, but was too engrossed in her tastebuds to care. The metallic crimson drink flowing past her lips and staining her teeth a bright red. She found it almost impossible to let go, even when scruffed. After a small tug, the puppy lost her grip and began to slide from the foreleg - scratching it more as she did so. She found herself suspended in midair, staring at a wolf with one eye and many scars - directly in his face. She grinned, tail wagging - teeth covered red.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:51 pm
Ignoring the scratches of the little pup was easy, pain gave him a rush, made him stronger, made him...frenzied. He bit on the pup's scruff, hard as he could, and proceeded to shake her around. He could see fur fly, his or the pups, he didn't know, or care. With a last grunt, he whipped the pup to the ground.
He wasn't going to kill her. Not yet. The torture part was too fun to miss... To savory to pass up. No, death could wait.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 10:20 pm
(( Oh no! Bad Roark! BEWARE OF SHAKEN PUPPY SYNDROME!! rofl ))
Unafraid, she turned to snap when her scruff was torn into by sharp fangs, but couldn't reach before she was shaken. Fur from around the wound flew in all directions as his shaking teeth tore it open more. Being slammed on the ground with such a force that she rolled off a few feet, she was laughing when she looked back up at him. "This is fun..." Searching for a name, she found it easy not to care.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 9:18 pm
(I was thinking that when I wrote it! rofl )
What's wrong with this pup? Roark growled. Is it retarded? Fun? He snapped his teeth together, making a loud snap. "Yeah kid, it's lots of fun." He growled and walked up to her, standing over her. He growled, and bent his paw and kicked her in the side with his *ankle?*.
(I don't quite know how to explain that... I can see it in my head though. He kicked her.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 4:07 pm
Suddenly, her eyes seemed to glow brighter, as they got smaller with a glare. He didn't seem like he was having fun...well, then he was missing out. She could have the fun - just then, he had stood over her and kicked her away. Flying for a foot or so, she rolled to her feet easily from being thrown, grinning, and giggling in an eerie tone. "My turn" Licking her lips, she ran circles around him with ease, before lunging at his stub of a tail.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 4:23 pm
Caught staring at the little wolf in confusion, he was caught off guard as the little pink demon made a lundge for his stump. He growled and tried tot tuck it, but too late. She clamped on and it stung.
Roark smiled nonetheless. He let her hang, and then whirled her around, trying to slam her into a tree or rock. Around and around he went, spinning closer to the trees. He snarled, spit and foam flying from his teeth, and swung with all his might towards a huge pine tree.
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