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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:36 pm
Dardanos moved quietly through the deep forest, his paws moving quickly and silently over the leaves that scattered across the ground. His stomach was empty, his eyes surveye the surroundings for any sign of life. He'd resort to eatting a corpse by now even though he prefers a fresh kill. His eyes flicker back and forth with each sound, he hoped to see at least a rabbit or squirrel that he could maul. It would only suffice for a snack, but it was better than nothing. He had to move soon, the animals in the forest had learned of him, they avoided the shadows at all costs now.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 11:52 am
Bored out of her mind Paris was. Well, she usually was out of her mind to begin with, but who the hell cared about legistics? At least she wasn't hungry. She was proud of her kill of a mother fox and two kits. It would keep her full for a good while. However, bordom was a bad thing. It made the mare want to maul for fun. Of coarse, once again, that was in her nature, but it wasn't a good thing for anything still living.
She took a good look around for something to destroy as she slinked through the forest. She didn't care about being 'hidden or stealthy.' She liked it best when prey knew she was coming, when they knew they're last moments were nigh. It was delightful to see fear before bloodshed. She liked that very much. But anyhow, nothing would come to bother her being what she was, or so she thought.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:31 pm
He stopped to listen, he could hear steps in close proximity to his location. His body was as still as a statue, not a single hair on his coat seemed to move. Dardanos' eyes quickly caught glimpse of the figure moving in the trees. His golden eyes reflected what little light came through the canopy over head.
He watched as the figure came closer, it was small in stature, but, it wore a coat just as he did. The white and pink coat was easy to spot, even in the darkness of the forest. Another skinwalker. "Dare she? This is MY territory..." he thought to himself.
He allowed himself to give a low lingering growl as he watched her movements.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 6:42 am
The growl reached Paris' ears. She snarled back. Finally, something to do! "Oh yooooohooooo" she called, "Come out come out and play with me!" Adding in the cliche` high pitched cackle, she waited, prepaired. She could hardly contain the excitement as she though about all the 'fun' she would have with her next victum.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 2:10 pm
"I'll do more than that..." he grumbled to the mare.
Slowly he stepped out, his claws extended, digging into the ground beneath him. He looked over the female as he approached her. Looking over her, he quickly noticed that she wasn't even a pure skinwalker. "You're worthless." he snickered. "You're no skinwalker," he growled out, his ears flattening to his head.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:33 am
(So sorry, Gaia at my post twice and then another evening it was running so slow I couldn't reply. Plus, muse is still favorite Oathkeeper sweatdrop Hard to write between good and evil like that.)
"Then you must be blind. I'm not wearing a rabbit pelt sweetheart" she cooed darkly. "But what is it to waste words on you? I should be letting my teeth do all the talking. They'd show you who's worthless. Now wouldn't they?" she cackled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 5:20 pm
"Your pelt means nothing," he growled. His claws extended to full length, she had challenged him. He could NOT turn down a challenge.
"Come on, Sweetheart." the word 'sweetheart' rolled off his tongue with a growl quickly following. "Show me what you're worth then"
Moving quickly, he moved foward with his first attack. He reared in the the air, his pawed from feet quickly moving towards the mare's skin:
(Not sure how to go about it from here, Will follow your lead.)
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Iokabrenna generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
2!
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:56 am
1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage.
The mare was able to react in time to his kick. Paris turned her head to watch his claws slash right next to her. "So very unwise" she giggled, "to challenge me. Claws may rip, but hooves can batter too." She swiftly went to stomp on one of his soft back paws with her back hoof, hoping gleefully it might break his toes.
(Copy and paste and randomize 1-5 to find out what your responce should be along.)
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Dixie generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
4!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:54 pm
( 1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage )
Her words fell upon deaf ears, but only for a moment. He growled and jerked up his paw quickly as her hard hoof crashed down upon it. A pain shot through his paw and leg. That, would be sore in the morning. "You wrech!" he growled just before he turned quickly, snapping at the mare. Should he land the hit, it would hit her mid back.
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Iokabrenna generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
1!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:04 pm
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
Paris swiftly sidestepped again. It seemed her luck was holding out against the pure-blooded beast. Of coarse, in her mind, Paris was ignorant and thought she was all the better than him and that's why she was prevailing early in the brawl. She smirked again. "You sure you've killed something before?" she taunted unwisely. "I'll bet the only things you've killed, you've asked to stand still before you attacked them!" she cackled. Paris tried to return the favor, by snapping at his shoulder. Another leg in pain would be a good bonus for her.
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Dixie generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
4!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:39 pm
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
After completely missing again, he felt the mare's teeth graze his shoulder as he passed. "What is going on here?!" He though to himself. He had never had this much trouble a hunt before, but, it would make the kill all the more worth it.
"I don't kill on the first strike," he growled, trying to cover his discontent, "I want to torture you first!"
He let out a swift kick of a rear paw as the mare was now behind him, aiming for a hard blow to her jawline.
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Iokabrenna generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
2!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:15 pm
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
Paris reared back just in time to avoid a paw to the jaw. Still rearing she went to bring her shimmering golden hoofs down upon his back. "Torture away" she teased, "it's not hurting much." With a high pitched laugh she brought her hooves down hard. She was proud she was winning this fight. But would cockiness become her downfall?
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Dixie generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 2:18 pm
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
The mare's hooves connected with his back, but they slid off just as easily as they had landed. He laughed at her pitiful attempt at an attack.
"Torture always starts off slowly," he smirked at her.
He wanted to break this mare, her small little legs should snap easily enough. He turned sharply, his head moving low he snapped at her front lower leg.
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Iokabrenna generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 9:36 am
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
Luckily enough his teeth only grazed her as she lept away in avoidance. It left only minor scratches. "Really slow. Just like you" she laughed out loud again. "Enough toying!" she replied right after, almost skitzophrenically. She frenzied open mouthed for his very nose and muzzle this time.
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Dixie generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
3!
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:01 am
(1 = complete miss. 2 = near miss. 3 = hits. 4 = hits with minor damage. 5 = hits with decent damage)
He reared in enough time that her teeth barely grazed him. The thought of having ripped nostrils did not please him, "You're right, enough is enough!" As he came down from rearing, he aimed to run his clawed front paws down both of her shoulders. "I'll tear your flesh from you body... One strip at a time."
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