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- Toby - 09-05-2011 [html] OOC - In this thread his bark is gonna be bigger than his bite. The black male was moving toward a boundary. Some pack up a head had marked borders. He slithered through brush and trees, his body lowered to the ground in a crouch. Fang was in his secui form; still huge and still controlling the body shared by two personalities. He’d laughed at the thought of the weaker man pushing him out. Until he was bored, the power was his to use for his own will. He paused, the pack scent trying to surround him, and breathed in further past the smell of many canines. No one was at the borders yet, so he wasn’t known to this pack. He wasn’t exactly sure what type of pack he’d found himself around. Somebody would come soon; he was sure. The black male sat down. His body was sloppy since he was a rebel and hated borders. He directly sat right upon the border. Not passing it completely, but rather threatening to do so. Here kitty, kitty, kitty, he thought to himself. Throwing back his head, letting a howl loose in his deep voice. It rose into the air, covering the pack land rapidly as it spread like a wild fire and lured some pack member in to meet the twisted creature that sat on the borders. What was he gonna get himself into? His devil smile spread across his face as he waited to ignite the flames of mischief. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Bastion Hallow - 09-05-2011 [html]
- Toby - 09-05-2011 [html] OOC - A smaller man emerged, and the secui form of the black german shepherd shifted from his lazy position to a much more able to defend stance. The other canine's english wasn't very good. A small amount of pleasure dosed into Fang's body as he found something to laugh about. Idiot! Amusement danced in the ebony eyes. I Fang. I see retard, a low cackle escaped his lips as he shifted around his weight on the border. Would the idiot be offended? Or was his brain too crippled to think up anger? The black male swished his tail, and tilted his face as if to invite the pack male in. His pride was so large, he was unable to believe the male for a threat and that could be dangerous for the shepherd. I knew an idiot once. His name was Jag. Weird name I suppose, but he was a weird boy. The male raised what would be an eyebrow. I killed him as fast as I could. He was super annoying. Then Fang smirked toward the other male and said, Pardon me; I'll translate. I... kill... retard... like... you. The sentence was spoken in slow, understandable words that were made to make the other male feel angry and mentally ill. Like Fang was speaking to a young pup in need of special help. Now react, stupid beast. .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Janos Russo - 09-11-2011 [html] Word Count » 511 Ever since he had come back from his assignment away from Salsola, he had made sure to not go too far away from his cherub, being sure to keep as near to him as he dared without seeming like he was suffocating the smaller male. The scarred brute wandered around the lands that he called home, reinstating the scent of his home pack lands on his fur, letting the scent wash over him with its delicate grace. Breathing in deeply, he smelled something…no…someone and he turned his attention towards where the scent was coming from. The arbiter’s hackles rose, his ears pinning themselves as he started to take an easy lope towards just the one male that he knew about that was there. But then as he drew closer, another smell, the smell that he knew he himself was infiltrated with. His cherub was there, his master, the one male besides the alphas of course that could rein him in with a simple word. And as much as perhaps those above might not want to know it, he would give everything for his master, and would abandon his post if it meant protecting his master and going with him. But so far he hadn’t had to test that so perhaps it was for the best that he never voiced such opinions. The ex-slave came towards him but what set him off was what he heard and what he perceived to be a danger to his love. He gave a snarl, his mind flickering to his time in captivity, all the horrendous things he had to do, all the atrocities he had been forced to commit, and all the people were lost to him because of that and just thinking about his master being one of the lost was too much for him. Giving a growl that was very agitated and borderline feral, he seemed to be on the verge of a transformation as he came towards the two, standing behind the intruder, his vision imagining the other bloody, groveling at their feet. His motions had been all but silent, the large and imposing man baring his teeth at him. ”You even think about laying a hand on him you will be dead before you could touch him,” he said lowly, dangerously. Usually he was a fairly even-keeled kind of guy, at least he liked to think so, but he didn’t much care to have his master threatened in front of him. But he never told his cherub to leave. To do that would be to say that he didn’t think that Bastion could handle it and he had a feeling that the smaller male had something in mind already. ”Master what do you want done with him?” He asked him lowly, his voice a growl, his fur bristling with annoyance and barely-contained danger and violence. He was threatening to become unraveled around the edges with the thoughts running through his mind, his gaze slipping over the male’s shoulder towards Bastion every now and then to see the look on his face. - Bastion Hallow - 09-12-2011 [html]
- Toby - 09-12-2011 [html] OOC - EDITED. T_T This post is a fail... i get that. Well Fuck. The coal black eyes darted from one man to the other. The pup was obviously the tool to fight and he spoke of the man as his 'master' which reminded the darkened soul of his past and alarms sounded in his head. Get out! Get out now! Toby was nervously poking in and out of control and the dominance of the brain was faltering. Shit shit shit. He backed up quickly, but bumped into one of the males and whipped around to face him. Now now, I was just having a little fun boys. No harm done! And his voice was hoarse and sounded less deep and seductive; more or less like the sensitive Toby. And try as he might he couldn't help but know the thing him and the original male had in common–fear of captivity. That's what Fang was made of, that's what his weakness was, and that was for sure how he would react as he scrambled away from the males. His thoughts continued to curse his stupidity and Toby joined in on the critical marks. Fang wished he could point out how Toby was for even getting stuck in the first pack in the first place but he couldn't really blame the kid; he didn't even remember things before then. All he knew was he woke up one morning and someone was gone and he had lost his un-solid home and what he always strived to protect. He was out meaning and everything was confusing... And Fang was there. The first guy spoke. Well crap. I should really get going guys... it was nice meeting you. And before he could let anything else happen, he managed to wiggle away from the two and their border. His first impulse was to run; he was strong and he was huge but not quick. Running left a chance of being caught and punished worse. Think! Think! Yes, it was unlike the evil monster. Yes, he was too proud for his own good. No, this wasn't ever going to affect his decisions in the future. Only for right now would he actually care whether or not he was to much for his own good. So therefore he took a big gulp and started to edge back, farther from the border of the slavery pack in hopes of getting away. However, he kept his eyes and ears alert as they continued to stay narrowed on both the men while he backed away. Now just let me get out of here and leave me alone... .fangy1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#c18981; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110301; } .fangy1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .fangy1 {margin:0 auto; width:410px; background-color:#5a160d; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2d12ykj.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #4d1308; padding: 360px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d463f; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .fangy1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .fangy1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] Fang Table By Cait. - Janos Russo - 09-29-2011 [html] Word Count » 507 He was very much aware of the rules of Salsola but what his master had in mind was different. After all, perhaps he wanted to play with this male a little bit and Janos would be sure to do whatever he could do to fulfill his wishes. Right now if he was told to rip the other to shreds he would be more than happy to do so. No one threatened his cherub. No one. He gave a feral growl, his eyes slitting in a dangerous motion. The hackles on the back of his neck were standing up on edge and his senses tingled, promising him a good fight if it came down to it. Looking over at his cherub, all it would take was just a single order from him. Much to his pleasure his master gave him the go ahead and he turned his grim features to the figure that seemed to be suddenly thinking again his choices and his reasoning for being there. For this male, however his sudden turnaround of thoughts would come too little too late. His hands flexed at his side as his stance lowered a little. He wasn’t going to turn since that would take too long but he was readying himself in a stance that would help him to be ready to attack at a moment’s notice. ”Yes master,” he said as he turned his full attention to the trespasser. Trespassers were to be taken as a slave or to be killed. He remembered and his duty weighed heavily on him. The trespasser tried to back out of the situation, even trying to run, well more like walk slowly away, walking backward. The other may have been big but Janos was no small pup and he had been through hell and back. He was a brute, a cunning bastard really, deep inside. Of course he wasn’t born that way but was rather a product of his upbringing. Giving a snarl to him, he followed him with his eyes before he followed him, stalking him as he would a prey. He was silent, deadly, and he was emitting vicious, malicious waves. He seemed as though he was taking his time, a knife slipping out of his jackets and effortlessly into his fingers as he hefted the light-weight metal. Bringing it up to his lips, he licked the blade before he suddenly took off after the other, not wasting any more time. He aimed to crash into the intruder, wanting to bring him down and bring him down quickly. If he managed to bring him down, he aimed to put his knife up to his throat. He wasn’t sure as to how fast the other would be able to move fast enough to avoid him but he was going to get him one way or another. He didn’t even bother talking anymore. Talking and fraternizing with the enemy seemed to be a bit troublesome in any case. Looking at his prey, he wanted to take him down, wanted to make him hurt. - Bastion Hallow - 10-04-2011 [html]
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