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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 12:56:36 GMT -6
What had she gotten herself into? She wanted to turn her back, but she knew that if she did, she'd only be giving him a better chance to kill her.[/color]
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Post by Warlock on Jul 21, 2005 13:01:12 GMT -6
Andorra turned, slashing at Malison with his fangs, and continued to walk towards the faerie, his expression one of pure hatred. "Why ally yourself with a filthy halfbreed like him?" he snarled. |
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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 13:12:58 GMT -6
"Why does it matter that he's a half-breed?" she asked, continuing to stumble back.[/color]
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Post by Warlock on Jul 21, 2005 13:43:35 GMT -6
"He'll never fit in with either wolves or hellhounds," Andorra snarled, just before he leapt at her.
Malison gasped, springing at the hellhound, and just barely managed to knock him off balance. They both fell to the icy ground. |
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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 13:45:47 GMT -6
She fluttered slightly in the air, then went toward Malison, wanting to get him away from the hellhound.[/color]
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Post by Warlock on Jul 21, 2005 14:09:27 GMT -6
"Stay away..." Malison gasped as he saw the faerie approaching. He stood shakily, and it was obvious that he was in pain.
Andorra leapt up, his white coat now streaked with blood, though his injuries did not appear to have affected him much. |
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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 14:11:49 GMT -6
She landed near him, wanting to help. "St-stay away! I'm warning you!" she tried to threaten the hellhound, but it was obvious they were just empty threats.[/color]
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Post by Warlock on Jul 21, 2005 14:19:31 GMT -6
Andorra smirked, his eyes glowing and seeming to take on a crimson hue. "You can't do anything to me," he said.
"You leave her alone," Malison growled, snapping and the hellhound. "She's not part of this."
Andorra's wince was barely noticeable as Malison's fangs tore his flesh. "I'm afraid that merely by being your companion, she is part of this situation." |
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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 14:20:49 GMT -6
"You two shouldn't be fighting just because someone is different. He isn't bothering anyone!" she said, trying to form another shield in her hands.[/color]
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Post by Relairah on Jul 21, 2005 14:24:04 GMT -6
o0c: Hey you guys, do you mind if I join in in a few moments??? |
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Post by Warlock on Jul 21, 2005 15:38:41 GMT -6
ooc: I don't mind.
ic: "He hasn't given me much of a choice, but to fight," Malison said, his breathing heavy. |
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Post by zury on Jul 21, 2005 18:24:09 GMT -6
((that's fine))"For once, why don't you just back down, you're going to get yourself killed."[/color]
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Post by Relairah on Jul 21, 2005 18:43:36 GMT -6
o0c: ok^^
The voices of the three, and the calls of the raven, had reached the ears of another. Fae of white, turned her round head, gazing in the direction of which she heard the others. Saphire blue eyes, looked through the leafless trees, and at the faint forms she could see in the distance. She cocked her head, slowly moving towards them. She was a beautiful wolfess, of devine build, and graceful in movement. She had large, white wings that were folded across her back, an small, almost white chain dangling down from her bushy white neck. Her fur, was exactly the color of the fresh snow, white and velvet soft. From that chain, dangled a diamond shaped jewel, that glowed lightblue with swirls of bright silver inside.
As she approached the others, she sniffed the air. A raven, a hellhound, a human...no...it wasn't human...it was...a...a...a fairy. She was sure of it, and there was another. Neither wolf nor hellhound, yet something about him, she couldn't quite tell. She could smell the blood that hovered in the air, and she hated it. Her white lip curled back, forming a snarl that came from her vocals. She moved forth, eyeing the scene before her. It was a fight.
She had never really been one for fights, perhaps she should not interfere. But, things looked as though she really should. Her ears went flat against her head, her tail sticking out behind her as she slunk towards them, almost invisible against the snow. Perhaps one could only tell she was there if they were looking for movement, yet the faint glow of her jewel, might give her away, though even then, it perhaps might make someone think it was merely a small puddle of ice in the snow. She crept towards them, sneaking around and trying to decide what exactly to do. [/size] |
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Post by Warlock on Jul 22, 2005 10:04:08 GMT -6
Malison snarled, seeming almost amused. "You think he wouldn't kill me anyway?"
But the hellhound seemed momentarily distracted. He could sense another creature nearby... A wolfen. Oh well. This wolfess seemed reluctant to interfere. |
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Post by Relairah on Jul 22, 2005 12:06:09 GMT -6
Anarctica's ears perked up, listening carefully. The hellhound knew of her presence. She eyed him, her eyes gleaming. She was not reluctant to interfere, but now was merely waiting for the right moment. It certainly was not now, for he would easily be able to meet her in battle. She wondered exactly how strong he was. Surely, she would be of good match. She glanced down at her amulet, swirling and glowing about her neck. She shrugged, and turned her attention once more to the little group. |
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