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Post by XxPainful PastxX on Sept 24, 2006 8:48:19 GMT -5
Pacing back and forth, Moonlight shining upon her Golden coat. Barking emitted tha land. She ignored it. -So bored- she thought crashing into a nearby river with pleassure. The cool surf punched her pelt gently sending a calm sensation through her lean bodice.
A crash more and she was out, pacing back and forth again. She thought of her family, gone, deceased, alive yet left. Memories of her past beginning to haunt her mind, holding onto it for dear life. -Damn...- was all she could think. |
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Post by xodestroyed on Sept 24, 2006 16:06:11 GMT -5
Golden fetale watched the other femmora pace back and fourth, her emerald orbs entwining with the sunlight. It remained locked on the fetale, emitting a low growl.. nothing to be heard. Pondering whether she should approach Shakra or not, she shot her muzzle to the air, high pitched vocals creating a note to summon her.
Reclining to her hefty haunches, Spartan grunted, the pain on her hind leg still scarred her, and reminded her of her past. So dreadful..
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Post by XxPainful PastxX on Sept 24, 2006 16:14:31 GMT -5
Destributing a growl as a sound fluttered by her spikes. Shakra hissed like no tommorow, twisting around to the Femme behind her. "Name yourself!" she didnt bother asking why she was there, it wasnt her land to ask about.
Tail skimmed the water, bashing up and down on the calm surface, splashes raising themselves as she did so. "I said speak your name!" she became impatient like a..like..a..I'll get back to you on what she was like. Anyway, padding forward slowly the hiss died down, the gorwl not moving from it's place. |
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Post by xodestroyed on Sept 24, 2006 16:19:07 GMT -5
Spartan's visage widened with astonishment. Her neck arched elegantly, her bushy tail swung idly by her side like golden pendulumn, trapped in a grandfather clock, stopping at precise measurement. Returning the vicious growl, Spartan stood her ground, fur bristling wildly. Her alabaster nose crinkled. Her body longed to pounce on Shakra, but the other half insisted she didn't get in trouble.
"I can visibly see you have no patience." Spartan hissed rudely, rolling her eyes indignantly. "That's something yeh`ll have to learn now, wontcha?" Spartan growled, reclining to her hefty haunches, cracking her back. Alabaster mitts extracted talons, in which dug deep beneath the loomy soil. "I be dubbed Spartan. And you?"
Spartan`s eyes flickered with a sly posture, as she dipped her head to greet the lass with respect. |
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Post by XxPainful PastxX on Sept 24, 2006 16:29:25 GMT -5
"Sorry...Just a little on end today" swiveling past the femora that stood before her, a whisper encased the wolf. -Know this, though. I am no one to be sneaking up on. Your lucky my fangs havent killed you yet-
Creeping away, she waited for the sudden attack others usually did as she spoke of death. It was somewhat of a hobby of hers. Speak and get jumped. |
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Post by xodestroyed on Sept 24, 2006 16:33:11 GMT -5
Spartan laughed hysterically, reclining to her haunches. Her golden lips peeled back to reveal her own set of daggers, all lined up in a row and ready to strike. Spartan wasn't the type of wolf to start a fight.. Usually others did the physical stuff first. "I'd like to say that myself, lass. I have my own pair." Spartan growled, lunging her frame, incisors snapping at the air. |
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Post by XxPainful PastxX on Sept 24, 2006 16:35:52 GMT -5
Back paws slammed againstt Spartan's face, hard enough to send her back a bit or far. "Sorry, I'm not the kind who really starts fights. I jsut hate to be startled" she continued padding, waiting for the femme to attack her again and get a mouthful of foot again.(soooooo short ><) [/color] |
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