01-15-2010, 02:02 PM
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Word Count: 334. That would be really cool. Sorry for the delay, I really wanna finish this thread. And yes, that big ol' pirate is Rurik. 
Both ears stood up high on end, focused on her excitement and startled when, rather suddenly, the girl’s voice suddenly dropped and told him, rather seriously, that her mom was dead and her dad drank a lot. This was something Gabriel understood, having smelt his father often with whiskey on his breath. Of course, Ahren never got drunk around his kids, but he often seemed rather glazed. Of course, as suddenly as she looked so excited, and as suddenly as she kissed him on the nose, all thought of his family faded. Twin impulses suddenly reared their heads—the first was to find the display gross! Ew! What was she thinking? And the second found his belly turning all fluttery and weird. He didn’t like it, and crinkled his muzzle to show this.
“Well we should—“ A sudden THWUMP! From nearby caused Gabriel to tense up suddenly, ears and tail standing bolt upright. Oh no! “Shh!” He hissed, and crept towards the door. The noise had come from outside, and to his horror, there was something—no, someone moving around. Both ears fell flat against his head and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Alaine!” He whispered frantically, scrambling back towards her. “There’s a pirate here! We gotta go!” No sooner did he say this then the noise outside grew louder. THWUMP! “Блин! Я водку разлил!” Horrified by the frightening voice, which sounded as loud as thunder and was speaking a monster’s tongue, Gabriel’s tail curled between his legs. Still, he kept his body in front of Alaine, unwilling to let her get hurt or worse, EATEN by the monster. What could they do? That horrible thing was getting closer, and closer, and suddenly there was a great shadow in the doorway and a big, scary werewolf pirate with a bottle in his hand and a sword on his side. Fear flooded into Gabriel, and every strand of his puppy fur stood on end as if he had been electrocuted.
Both ears stood up high on end, focused on her excitement and startled when, rather suddenly, the girl’s voice suddenly dropped and told him, rather seriously, that her mom was dead and her dad drank a lot. This was something Gabriel understood, having smelt his father often with whiskey on his breath. Of course, Ahren never got drunk around his kids, but he often seemed rather glazed. Of course, as suddenly as she looked so excited, and as suddenly as she kissed him on the nose, all thought of his family faded. Twin impulses suddenly reared their heads—the first was to find the display gross! Ew! What was she thinking? And the second found his belly turning all fluttery and weird. He didn’t like it, and crinkled his muzzle to show this.
“Well we should—“ A sudden THWUMP! From nearby caused Gabriel to tense up suddenly, ears and tail standing bolt upright. Oh no! “Shh!” He hissed, and crept towards the door. The noise had come from outside, and to his horror, there was something—no, someone moving around. Both ears fell flat against his head and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Alaine!” He whispered frantically, scrambling back towards her. “There’s a pirate here! We gotta go!” No sooner did he say this then the noise outside grew louder. THWUMP! “Блин! Я водку разлил!” Horrified by the frightening voice, which sounded as loud as thunder and was speaking a monster’s tongue, Gabriel’s tail curled between his legs. Still, he kept his body in front of Alaine, unwilling to let her get hurt or worse, EATEN by the monster. What could they do? That horrible thing was getting closer, and closer, and suddenly there was a great shadow in the doorway and a big, scary werewolf pirate with a bottle in his hand and a sword on his side. Fear flooded into Gabriel, and every strand of his puppy fur stood on end as if he had been electrocuted.
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