03-19-2009, 07:29 PM
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Hahaha, I like that he’d like to take her tail for good luck, ^=^
This one will be short, ^=^ And do we (Cwmfen+Bane) want to continue in this thread or make a separate one or no?
300+
Cwmfen snarled, the bridge of her nose pulled back in vicious aggression, distorting the smooth, blue tracks of woad upon her fur. It was a deep sound, one that was pulled from the pit of her being as she faced her attacker. But she knew that there was nothing but death waiting for her at the end of this. The white orbs caught the flashes of her attacker’s face—his claws and jaws, and the crazed smile of a lunatic. There was something lacking within that character. She snarled again, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears, drowning out the din of the two combatants as a strange silence entered the black fae’s mind. A strange tranquility, as if Death Himself were coming. Perhaps she would turn to face the attacker, to mark or phase him one last time before she would accept that cold grip and turn to the face of Death.
The red eyes of the brute darted about her as the roar of their movements, of her own snarls, hit her ears in unforgiving waves. The warrior turned swiftly in one last burst of energy, her crimson blood spattering the white snow in hurried strokes, as her jaws parted to reach for the shoulder of the secui brute coming upon her from the rear. The female did not know whether her jaws took anything, whether the cut into that damned flesh, for the sudden pain. White hot, like irons ready for branding, his claws found her back, carving a path into her soft skin. Her jaws released as her back arched, her muscles locked, released, then locked again in a rapid convulsion against it. But no sound of pain was permitted to leave her throat as if to do so would mean true defeat. And in the body’s panic, her muscles and bones were jarred, shifting from lupus to secui then optime in mere seconds. And the energy and strength and endurance finally failed her as she collapsed to the earth unconscious, the white orbs, unafraid, resolved, finding eyes of the blue sea as darkness overcame her.
Hahaha, I like that he’d like to take her tail for good luck, ^=^
This one will be short, ^=^ And do we (Cwmfen+Bane) want to continue in this thread or make a separate one or no?
300+
Cwmfen snarled, the bridge of her nose pulled back in vicious aggression, distorting the smooth, blue tracks of woad upon her fur. It was a deep sound, one that was pulled from the pit of her being as she faced her attacker. But she knew that there was nothing but death waiting for her at the end of this. The white orbs caught the flashes of her attacker’s face—his claws and jaws, and the crazed smile of a lunatic. There was something lacking within that character. She snarled again, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears, drowning out the din of the two combatants as a strange silence entered the black fae’s mind. A strange tranquility, as if Death Himself were coming. Perhaps she would turn to face the attacker, to mark or phase him one last time before she would accept that cold grip and turn to the face of Death.
The red eyes of the brute darted about her as the roar of their movements, of her own snarls, hit her ears in unforgiving waves. The warrior turned swiftly in one last burst of energy, her crimson blood spattering the white snow in hurried strokes, as her jaws parted to reach for the shoulder of the secui brute coming upon her from the rear. The female did not know whether her jaws took anything, whether the cut into that damned flesh, for the sudden pain. White hot, like irons ready for branding, his claws found her back, carving a path into her soft skin. Her jaws released as her back arched, her muscles locked, released, then locked again in a rapid convulsion against it. But no sound of pain was permitted to leave her throat as if to do so would mean true defeat. And in the body’s panic, her muscles and bones were jarred, shifting from lupus to secui then optime in mere seconds. And the energy and strength and endurance finally failed her as she collapsed to the earth unconscious, the white orbs, unafraid, resolved, finding eyes of the blue sea as darkness overcame her.