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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 10:40:50 GMT -6
"Well," he said, "you're going to have to get used to it if you're going to be hanging around me. Unfortunately, I have to eat meat to survive."
He rubbed his muzzle against the snow to rid it of the goat's blood.
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 10:44:56 GMT -6
"Would you like me to help you?" she took out a cloth from her coat, wetting it in snow and trying to wipe of his muzzle. "Well that means you'll have to get used to me eating fruits and vegetables."
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 10:49:01 GMT -6
"No, I'm fine," he said, pulling his muzzle away.
"I'll respect the fact that you eat plants if you'll respect the fact that I kill to eat."
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 11:09:39 GMT -6
She tucked it back in her pocket. "That's fine with me." she shivered. The snow had stopped, but now she felt lost.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 13:17:07 GMT -6
"Well..." he began, before a harsh caw reached his ears. He froze. It was unusual for ravens to live here in these mountains, being more suited to slightly less frigid climates.
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 13:30:32 GMT -6
She followed the sound, wondering why birds would be here. "Well what?" she asked, wondering if he'd finish his sentence.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 15:08:38 GMT -6
But before he could speak, a hellhound stepped from behind the boulders. His pelt was pure white, which effectively hid him against the snow. Along his back were a line of sharp, steel blue spines. Though this creature was not blind, his orbs were completely white. Long white tail was raised in an expression of dominance, and lips were pulled back to reveal gleaming white fangs. Retractile claws were fully extended, and they left grooves in the rock. A female raven was perched upon his shoulder, and she studied them quietly with beady black eyes. Her feathered wings were half-extended to help her to keep her balance as the hellhound moved. |
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 15:17:59 GMT -6
She took a step back, this was definitely a fight she did not want to get in. Truly the hellhound was beautiful, but dangerous as well and she knew that. Even if she was faerie, the wolf could probably easily just take her down as Malison had taken down that elder goat.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 15:28:43 GMT -6
ooc: He's a hellhound, not a wolf.
The hellhound's head was lowered ever so slightly as his snarling became more intense. He advanced slowly, each placement of his paws deliberate. He had been attracted by the scent of blood, as he had not eaten in many days. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the wolf had eaten the entire goat. Or... was this grey furred creature a wolf? Andorra could smell the hellhound in him. A halfbreed, then. And the girl? He paused for a mere second to catch her scent. A faerie.
Malison's fur bristled both with fear and hatred. The hellhounds had rejected him long ago for his wolfen blood, and he held a grudge against them for that. His claws slid out of their sheaths with the soft, barely audible noise of bone against fur. |
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 15:33:43 GMT -6
((ah, please forgive me. I don't know what I was thinking...))"Come on, you shouldn't fight." Even though they may not have gotten along, she didn't want to see another death, especially if it was her death.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 15:41:26 GMT -6
"If I don't fight, this beast will kill us both," he snarled, lowering his head threateningly.
The hellhound's snarl deepened into a savage growl as he moved forward. "Who do you think you're calling beast, halfbreed?" |
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 15:44:49 GMT -6
She moved backwards. Fluttering above the ground, she could only wish him luck if he wished to fight. She would flee. She was afraid that she would get in his way.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 15:53:49 GMT -6
Malison cast a glare her way. He had heard that faeries were supposed to be magical beings... But perhaps that was just superstition, after all.
Seeing the halfbreed's attention being directed away from him, Andorra leapt at him, attempting to catch him off guard. |
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 16:01:24 GMT -6
She began to form a shield in her hand, hoping to help protect him. Any faerie worth their salt could create an invisible shield.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 13, 2005 10:09:58 GMT -6
Andorras jaws clipped Malison's side, leaving a shallow wound. The raven screeched and took flight, circling above them.
Malison snarled, both from pain and anger, his crimson eyes narrowing. As a halfbreed, he wasn't as powerful as a purebred hellhound... And who knew what kind of abilities this creature, and his raven, might have? |
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