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Time to say goodbye - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: Time to say goodbye (/showthread.php?tid=909) |
- Deuce Rhiannon - 02-01-2008 [html] Don't feel you have to match my length. LOL 568 words
Credit to Misery! - Gabriel de le Poer - 02-27-2008 [html] indent The scent of wolf was everywhere. It didn’t matter that this stranger was a part of Jaded Shadows—they had violated the one rule that Gabriel would not tolerate. Trespassing into his land, no, into his home was an unforgivable sin. Resonant in his throat the growl grew, vibrating deep in his chest. It was nearly a tangible thing, this hate he felt. It was enough to drive the blood to his skull and made his heart race. Viciously, he tore through the house, four legs thundering on the wooden floor as he followed the fresh scent out of the door. Despite his nearly blind-rage, he did not trip or stagger through the cold sand. indent Then he saw her. A white female walking in the snow, carrying a blade. She looked half-mad. Snarling, the hybrid tore over and skidded to a halt in front of her, head low and eyes burning. “Get out,” he said thickly, unwilling to consider any reason outside of the one he saw; a knife, a danger. - Deuce Rhiannon - 02-27-2008 [html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 02-27-2008 [html] indent There would be no more warnings. He had given her an option, a chance, and had she been wiser she might have taken it. Gabriel continued to growl, snow falling onto his body, aware only of her. If she turned and left, he would have followed her out. What she did however, was sway on her feet and babble incoherently. He couldn’t hear much anymore—just the vibration in his chest and throat. indentThe scent of blood hit him like a tidal wave, but it was her words that drove him forward. She was mad, she was hysterical, and she was a danger. Gabriel’s body lowered just slightly as he tensed for an attack. Her eyes turned cloudy and he saw his opportunity. Without hesitation, he threw himself at her, body flying through the air to connect with her frame. Vaguely, he was aware of his front paws working, slamming down on her hands to try and get rid of the knife. Thought had become restricted to motion—his hind legs were pistons, kicking wildly to hit whatever they could, his teeth were mechanical, snapping and reaching for the throat. - Deuce Rhiannon - 02-27-2008 [html] - Gabriel de le Poer - 02-29-2008 [html] indent He wasn’t sure if they fell to the ground, though he thought they might have. Each snap of his teeth connected with something, giving his face a fine spray of bright red as if a mask. Around his lips a froth of pinkish-red foam glistened, and his tail was high, brush-bottled. This was instinct and training, using his weight to keep her down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hands come up, and felt as they slammed into his side, but he leapt away fast enough to avoid deep damage. indent She began to scramble towards the blade, and interpreting that as a threat, Gabriel snarled and dove at her leg. His teeth clamped down with the intent to break, and he shook his head sharply, as a dog might. A beast of pure muscle, Gabriel began to drag her back. He’d drag her to the sea and drown her if that was what it took. - Lucifer - 03-01-2008 [html] Yeah shitty post sorry guys. indent How he loved the sandy lands, these where the beaches where he was raised for a sort amount of time in his life. The male had picked up on the sent of his mate, now he knew she was losing her mind slowly but never in a million years had he thought that she would go as far as she done. Kicking the sand up he watch it spray all over, he sighed. Only to hear the sound of her yelp come to him, he knew it wasn't good. She wasn't one to scream out in pain, the male felt his heart jump at that very second. Taking off running his eyes laid upon the sight of a stupid coyote and his mate, in a battle, and by the looks of it that coyote had the upper hand. indent "STOP" he hoped it would work, he was a hunter not a fighter, nor that skilled at it. He didn't want to leave these lands with out her, not dead but alive. She was no use to him dead. The male blue eyes where glued at the matter at hand, he wasn't sure if he was ready to learn to fight."I don't wish to break the peace treaty with Jaded Shadows and Inferni. Please stop the fighting." ![]() - Deuce Rhiannon - 03-02-2008 Lucifer barked a command, and Deuce froze. What was he doing here? And then the coyote shook his head and she heard something snap at the same time she saw a silver light flash in her head. She screamed, pushing with all her might to get the hybrid off of her. She twisted, grabbing at the ground, her bi-colored eyes frantic and terrified. She keened loudly, not forgetting the blade even in her agony. Her eyes were fixated on the blade, on Erik goading th hybrid onwards. nononononononono!!!! Her voice was one thick, frightened wail. - Gabriel de le Poer - 03-02-2008 [html] indent They didn’t know who he was, because if they had then perhaps they would have understood that “treaty” was not as solid as they thought. There was one simple rule—stay out and we’ll do the same. He had never crossed their border and now he would have to, to deal with the aftermath of this. To tell Fatin to let them know there were no second chances with Inferni. Several yards away, the blue-eyed man was speaking quickly, above the frantic whine of the female. Gabriel let go of the female as she began to struggle, though he remained stiff legged and ready for an attack. indent “Just turn around,” he growled, pacing forward. “Don't involve yourself.” Head low, Gabriel half-circled behind the female, like a grounded bird of prey waiting for an opening. - Lucifer - 03-03-2008 [html] WC: 525. Forgive me for the rambling. indent The male knew that she had been ill, maybe not physically but more so in her head. He was scared, he wasn't sure how she had gotten to this point, though he wasn't ready to throw up his hands, and give in the fight and walk away, he was close but not yet. The black male didn't move towards the coyote, or his mate, he feared that he would attack her again. He wanted to get her out alive. The male shook his head, not a chance he was going to just "turn away" and not worry about what was going on, he wasn't happy with her, but she was still his mate, Noah would smack him into next week if he did something like that. indent"No sorry I can't let you kill my mate. Even if she came into your lands with out an invite." Though it wasn't the first time she had came into these lands, the last time she found her only son dead, a mass of twisted bones, deformed and ugly. It was the last time she saw her son. "Let me take her, and we will leave. I'll talk to Tayui about our trespassing. Please, let me take her back to the pack." The male wasn't ready to jump into a fight, he was trying to keep his cool, though for all his hate for them he wasn't being to bad. He didn't think they where stupid, or any thing like that, just a major lack of respect. indentLucifer took a step back, trying to give the coyote the room to leave her, the shifted male was ready to run over and take her up, and take her back to there den. He would give her the game of question and answers on the way back to the pack. Tayui and Fatin needed to know what was going on with her, to watch her closely to make sure that she wasn't going out trying to start a war that she could bring danger to the whole pack. Lucifer loved having a mate, but he had a love for the pack that he sadly healed over having a mate. Lucifer lowed his body down to one knee placed upon the ground, placing his right elbow upon his knee then his left hand upon the wrist of his right arm. His place colored eyes not upon the attacker. He looked over her body for fresh cuts that the horrid male could have placed upon her. indentOdd feeling that he had, he hadn't felt this way about her in a long time. The seconds slowly passed as the male stayed where he was, he wasn't going to move till the male gave his word or left the area what ever happened first, he wanted her out, he wanted her out then he wanted to yell at her. Was she that ill that she wasn't able to process a thought that deep? Lucifer knew they where in a pickle, he wasn't going to leave with out her, and the male wasn't going to let her leave here alive by the looks of it. ![]() [/html] - Deuce Rhiannon - 03-04-2008 Gabriel released her. For a moment, she laid there too stunned to realize, then she sprang forward, scooping up the knife and hurtling towards Lucifer. her leg hurt badly; she'd look at it later, and realize it'd been fractured. For the moment, she was reduced to crawling on all fours, scrambling frantically for the freedom and saety lucifer represented. She cowered behind the male, frightened eyes locked on the hybrid, quivering, more scared than she'd ever been in her life. Please, she whimpered, Let me go home.... - Gabriel de le Poer - 03-04-2008 [html]
I'll close this now. :]
indent The snarl on his face turned to a sneer, and Gabriel snorted through his nose. “If either of you step a foot in my land again I’ll kill you both. Now get out.” He stopped walking and stood still. He would watch them until they left, unwilling to trust them to obey his order. They were wolves, and wolves were stupid. That much, he knew for certain. Once they did leave, a bedraggled mass of blood and fur, he waited a few moments and trailed them before finally satisfied, turning back towards the sea. |