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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Vixin Grimstone on June 23, 2009, 02:45:04 PM
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Rise of the Furies
Rise of the Furriers is were human put Furies to work without pay or praise.
they are treated like slaves.(kinda like animal far. that were i got the idea)
Setting: England in the 1920's.
profile example:((this is mine))
name: Sarina Grimstone
age:18
species: Gray wolf
color:black with a Wicca star on forheading
background: my parents died when i was just four years of age. a human found me and took me home,
once i got older that same human put me to work.
determined,will power,gets aggressive very easy,hopeful,protective, and strong minded
i walk through the Field heading back to that horrible farm and finally sleep.
i stop to have a drink out of a puddle, i hear a noise in the bushes. i put my tail up and my ears back................
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(OOC: Humm this could be interesting. I'll join in.)
name: AirRaiser, Humans Know her as Demon
age: appears 26
species: Feline Gargoyle
color: White Streaks markings and black fur
background: Her mother was a gargoyle, her father was a were cat. The two species together cancel out the night and day effects. She has no human form, nor does she turn to stone. Because of her appearance humans avoid her, and call her a demon. She can create green fire balls from her hands, and she can also "grow" large bat like wings. This does not help her image with the humans.
Over the many years the humans have tried to hunt her down, having a prize slave like her would make anyone instantly famous.
Running on all fours a strange cat like creature breathes hard, her nostrils flaring. Her feet hit the ground making barely a sound, her tail whipping around keeping her on her toes. Not far behind torches blaze as a hunting party is in hot pursuit.
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name: Kistrev
age: only 16
species: fox/cat hybrid (look at my avatar, kinda like that)
color:(look at my avatar)
background: I came over to britain to Russia, over there communism was strife and work was hard, i came to britain to work and to live.......
hard worker, limited english, will take the short end of the stick simply because this gives you a stick to beat someone with.....
*clank* *clank* *clank* the sensless beating of the stone reverberated through Kistrev's ears.... hefting the massive hammer over his head he beat the block of stone again, from here after being broken up the stone would be taken everywhere for building, if he was not breaking stone Kistrev would be digging potatoes or shifting wheat.... however,it was not as bad as it was back in the motherland, work everyday, all day.... yes, work here was better......
the sounds of shouting and the blaze of torches caught Kistrev's attention, another hunt, many hunts there where every day back in Russia, but that didnt mean Kistrev agreed with them.... seeing the fur, he supposed it was a fur, runnin from the pack of humans Kistrev ran in its direction waving and pointing to a stonemasons shed with a large oak door where the fur could hide......
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AR noticed the slave, having tried to avoid them most of her life for fear of being caught she wasn't to keen on the idea. Her eyes narrowed and started to glow, but seeing no other alternative she heads in to the shed.
Once inside she quickly turns around, still on all fours, she bares her teeth and unsheathe her claws. I'm not about ready to be caught by some slave she thought to herself. Her tail whips around as she waits for the creature to enter...
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as soon as the creature had entered the shed Kistrev slammed the door closed, just in the nick of time a hug mob of humans baring torches turned the corner of the shed...... the leader shouted at the young fur, "where the bloody 'ell is that demon, YOU! fur you seen a demon 'ave you?!
Kistrev shook his head and in broken english he replied.... no, you can push off too! waving his hammer at the group he growled.... the group ran off grumbling..... turning back to the shed Kistrev opened the door and stepped inside closing the door behind him, turning to look at the creature he realised his grave mistake as claws unsheathed......
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name: Jacen Carter
age:18
species: Folf
color: Orange-brown fur with a cream stomach, tip of tail, and jaw. Black ears, forearms and hands, and leg below the knee. Black spikey hair.
background: Parents were murdered by their owner in a drunken rage. Overcome with anger Jacen killed his master and his family and escaped into the streets. He now runs throughout England freeing furs from their masters through violence. He is a loner and is cold to humans but kind to furs.
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Jacen sat upon the roof and stared at the mob as they left. The humans were lucky, if they had gotten any closer to the gargoyle he would have had to kill them all. Jacen holstered the two pistols he held in his hands and tightened his scoped rifle to his back. He stood up and scowled at the humans, they considered his kind, furs, to be unclean and worthy of only working as slaves. They were the unclean monsters, they didn't believe furs were people despite the fact that they bled, cried, and laughed just as they did. He had tried to go the peaceful route to freedom many years ago, but all that had done was get his friends killed. For now on Jacen believed that all humans needed to be destroyed, and he would be the fur to free his kind.
Jacen grabbed on to a gutter and began to crawl down, putting his hands on bricks and ledges in order to reach the ground safely. Jacen ran over to the shed, black trenche coat fluttering in the wind. He looked around quickly and kicked in the door.
He crossed his arms and said, "So, who are you two and why were those humans chasing you?"
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Kistrev swung round with his two handed hammer at the figure standing in the broken doorway..... That doorway took me a week to finish you human scum!.......
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As the fox/cat whirled around with the hammer and yelled "That doorway took me a week to finish you human scum!"
Jacen pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the fox/cat and pulled back the hammer "I'm no human fool. I came here to help you two, now tell me your names."
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AR paces from side to side, her eyes glowing fiercely. She bares her teeth a little and lets out a low growl. She looks around shed but sees no other way to escape with out attracting attention.
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Kistrev dropped the hammer staring neatly down the barrel of the pistol, " my name, my name is Kistrev" he replied in a heavy russian accent
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"my name, my name is Kistrev." said the fox/cat. Jacen nodded, keeping one eye on the gargoyle that was pacing back in forth baring its fangs.
Jacen un-cocked his pistol and returned it to his holster. Jacen stared Kistrev in the eyes and said "My name is Jacen, and I'm here to free you two from captivity."
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free, no, the motherland dictates that i work, without work i have nothing, my life has always been work....... yet, maybe thats why ive never felt complete..... looking back at the gragoyle Kistrev frowned, are you going to skulk there all day? i know you are a gargoyle thats no reason to skulk in shadow....
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AR lets out a low growl, then stands on her hind legs. Her eyes still glow, and her tail twitches from side to side. She bows slightly as is the custom of her clan.
"I am sorry if I seem less then happy to see either of you, seeing as my kind has been hunted to extinction." She says sarcastically. She retracts her claws and relaxes a little.
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"Free, no, the motherland dictates that i work, without work i have nothing, my life has always been work....... yet, maybe thats why ive never felt complete."
Jacen frowned, the accent was deffinetly foreign, Russian or Eastern European by the sound of it. This was also the first time Jacen had met someone who didn't want to be freed. It was as if this fox/cat liked this kind of work.
Jacen arched his eye brow and said, "Well it doesn't have to be that way. You are no longer in the East my friend, you can be free if you want to be. You won't be looked down on or forced to work ever again."
Suddenly the Gargoyle stood up and said "I am sorry if I seem less then happy to see either of you, seeing as my kind has been hunted to extinction."
Jacen smiled, he liked this one, she was interesting. He nodded at the Gargoyle and said, "Well I promise that you won't share their fate. Now, what is your name?"
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AR steps further from the shadows showing off her full figure. Her fur is pitch black but with streaks of contrasting white. Her muzzle is white as well as her stomach. She wears around her waist a thick belt, holding up a loin cloth. Cross one shoulder a belt like strap holds something close to her back. Atop her head sprout two oddly shaped purple horns.
"My clan gave me the name AirRaiser, or AR for short. The humans however call me Demon."
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Jacen smiled as the Gargoyle stepped further out of the shadows. She had a different beauty about her, something that came from being one of the last of her kind, but had a hidden lethal quality about her. Jacen was certain that hand to hand, he would lose to the Gargoyle easily.
"My clan gave me the name AirRaiser, or AR for short. The humans however call me Demon." said the Gargoyle.
Jacen bowed, "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance Fraulein, we have much respect for your kind where I come from." he stepped back to look at the both of them, "Now that we have all been properly introduced I suggest we leave. You may have fooled the humans for now, but they'll be back soon and it would be best to not draw attention to ourselves, especially me."
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AR looks from one to the other, then to the door.
"Agreed, but where exactly did you have in mind we go?"
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"Agreed, but where exactly did you have in mind we go?" asked AR.
Jacen turned to her and said, "I have a hideout in the sewers. It's not the most beautiful place, but humans don't bother to look there and it's bearable once you get used to the smell." he added with a smile.
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"the sewers? do not worry for i have bared worse in russia"
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A smirk appeared on Jacen's face, "Why am I not surprised?"
He turned from the two and began to walk out of the shed. He took in a deep breath of the night air. The sun would be rising soon, and an armed Folf, a run-away Cat/fox, and a Gargoyle would attract far too much attention.
Moving swiftly forward Jacen reached a man-hole and lifted it away. He grabbed onto the ledge and lowered himself down the ladder.
A few seconds latter his head appeared out of the hole again, "You guys coming?"
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AR follows down the man hole. Guess it could be worse she thought to herself.
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Jacen hit the ground with a thump. He looked around to see where he was. So, were in the western tunnels and that means that we need to head north.
He turned to his companions "Come on guys, we need to head this way. And make sure you cover up that man-hole, we don't want to leave any clues as to where we went, there are quiet a few people in the authorities that would be more than glad to find out where I've been hiding..."
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*Kistrev used the head of the two handed hammer to pull the manhole cover back across, jumping down ignoring the ladder he landed next to the Folf, with a splash, on all fours, not caring for the grime that now covered his fur*......
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AR walks behind Jacen in the muck. Humans are such disgusting creatures she thought to herself.
"So where exactly are we going?" she mumbled keeping her voice low
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Jacen frowned as Kistrev splashed down beside him and splattered stuff over his coat. He would have to clean that up later.
"So where exactly are we going?" mumbled AR
"To my hideout," whispered Jacen over his shoulder, "And we all need to be as quiet as possible we don't want to wake them up..."
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Kistrev looked at the gargoyle from the back as he followed behind the pair, walking quietly he lit an old oil lamp, holding it high the dull flickering light iluminated to the dank walls of the tunnel...
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(OOC: Hope it's not too late to join.)
name: Spike Haff
age: 23
species: Fox
color: Orange and white fur
background: Born and raised in Germany, Spike was drafted into the war after his parents were killed for opposing their government. He was later captured as a POW and sold as a slave in England after the war instead of being released. Spike is strong, determined, and on some occasions extremely violent, otherwise, he is a nice guy.
Spike clung to the wire fence of the property. He stared out into the dark and empty streets of the city. He wished he could once again be free like he was before the war. He sighed. "Get back to work, you useless mongrel!" Spike looked back to his owner who stood on the front porch with his shotgun. Spike turned around and put up his hand, gesturing that he would comply. He picked up the axe and another log and set it down on a rock before he swung. The log split down the middle and the owner turned to go back inside. Spike paused and watched. His owned looked back at him and Spike quickly continued with his work. The door to the small house slammed shut and Spike immediately dropped the axe. He ran over to the fence and began to climb. The moment he hit the ground he took off into the shadows. He ran and ran, his boots pounding heavily against the cement. He tripped and landed against a sewer grate. To his surprise, light was shining through the tunnel. "Huh?" He rubbed his eyes and looked again to make sure he wasn't crazy.
"SPIKE!!!" The voice of his owner called in the distance. Spike thought quickly. He stood up and pulled open the sewer grate promtly before stepping onto the ladder below. He closed the grate and began to climb down. A rung ripped out of the weak cement walls and sent Spike falling to the bottom. "Oooofff!" He cried as he hit the ground in the tunnel. He rolled onto his side and froze having landed in front of three furs travelling the tunnels.
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DO RITI!..... *cat swore loudly in russian as he raised his hammer to take a swing at what looked like a human jumping down in front of him.... however upon noticing the fur and ears he lowered the hammer and held out his hand holding the lantern up so he could see the stranger* in russia, we would never leave a comrade lying in the mud!
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Spike lay on the ground, his face frozen with surprise. "...Umm...Hello." He looked back up to the manhole from which he'd fallen through. He looked back at the stranger who'd spoken before standing up. "My name iz Spike." He said through his thick German accent.
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Jacen whipped out his pistol and aimed it at the new arrival. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Eine Deutchen Fox?"
Jacen's ears perked up as he heard something from above. The fox's owner must have followed him to the man-hole. Darn, it's never simple is it?
Jacen pulled out his second pistol and aimed it at the man-hole, "You three better stay back. If that human shows his face I'll blow it off."
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Spike swallowed hard and took a step back. This wasn't the first time he had a gun pointed in his face. After what the armed fur said about blowing off his owner's face, he'd really hoped his owner showed up. He looked back up the manhole, waiting for the figure of a man to appear. He waited and waited but no one came. He looked back at the young fur holding the pistols.
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*cat watched the fur pointing the two pistols at the manhole cover, when still no-one appeared he set the lamp down on the tunnel floor and drew out a short barreled russian Strivnok clockwork rifle....... and proceeded to expertly strip, oil and wind up the rifle and its reloading mechanism*....
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((Sorry your halfway through may i join?))
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((sure maxi, spike just joined, this is really funny cos weve gone from like one to 5 :P))
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[/uote]"SPIKE!!!" The voice of his owner called in the distance. Spike thought quickly. He stood up and pulled open the sewer grate promtly before stepping onto the ladder below. He closed the grate and began to climb down. A rung ripped out of the weak cement walls and sent Spike falling to the bottom. "Oooofff!" He cried as he hit the ground in the tunnel. He rolled onto his side and froze having landed in front of three furs travelling the tunnels.
[/quote] <--- (OOC my response to that)
Not one for being snuck up upon, AR snarled. Darn these furries, I should never have come along. They just keep falling from the freaking skies She thought to herself.
AR reached behind her, she grasped a thick handle and whipped out a deadly curved battle axe. Her eyes stared to glow in the dim light of the torch. Though she hangs to the shadows, waiting to see what this new comer was here for. Her body was ready to attack if the situation called for it.
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Spike seemed to have found himself in an awkward situation. He thought for a moment and opened his mouth to speak but closed it again unsure of what he was going to say. He stared at the three furs before him now baring arms from which seemed to be from no where. He thought again and finally spoke. "...Is there something about me that seems to be threatening all of you?" He looked down at himself. Besides his sharpened claws and matted fur, his boots and torn soldier's uniform of the German army was all that remained of his days in battle. Spike frowned and looked back at the rest of them.
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AR steps forward bearing her teeth, she holds her battle at in front of her keeping on the fox. She leans in close and sniffs him, he reeks of human scent. She snorts, shaking her head. AR puts her battle ax back in its holster on her back, and extends her hand out to he fox. Her eyes loose a bit of their glow, returning to the bright green they normal show.
"You don't smell dangerous. But don't give me a reason to think other wise."
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Jacen kept his pistols aimed at the man-hole for several seconds, but when it was obvious that the fox's owner wasn't going to appear, he frowned and returned his weapons to their holsters.
Jacen spun around to face the fox lying on his back and said, "So, who are you and where did you come from?"
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"My name is Spike. The man who is after me is my owner. I was sold at auction at a POW camp here in England after being captured on the Eastern Front during the war. That is my story. What is yours?"
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Jacen smirked, "The German Army? Well then, we both come from the same place. I was captured in France while trying to get my parents out of a bomb shelter, they were living in occupied territory. We were all sold into captivity."
He turned to AR, "You can put away your weapon, he is no threat to us," he reached out a paw to help Spike up, "Come, we were heading towards my hideout for the night. And we might want to hurry, your master might alert the cops to where you went and we also don't want to wake them up."
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AR steps forward bearing her teeth, she holds her battle at in front of her keeping on the fox. She leans in close and sniffs him, he reeks of human scent. She snorts, shaking her head. AR puts her battle ax back in its holster on her back, and extends her hand out to he fox. Her eyes loose a bit of their glow, returning to the bright green they normal show.
"You don't smell dangerous. But don't give me a reason to think other wise."
(did that show?)
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AR steps forward bearing her teeth, she holds her battle at in front of her keeping on the fox. She leans in close and sniffs him, he reeks of human scent. She snorts, shaking her head. AR puts her battle ax back in its holster on her back, and extends her hand out to he fox. Her eyes loose a bit of their glow, returning to the bright green they normal show.
"You don't smell dangerous. But don't give me a reason to think other wise."
(did that show?)
((Yeah it did, sorry I couldn't accomidate everything in my post since I wasn't using a keyboard, I had to keep it short.))
Post Merge: June 30, 2009, 11:38:06 PM
Jacen smirked, "The German Army? Well then, we both come from the same place. I was captured in France while trying to get my parents out of a bomb shelter, they were living in occupied territory. We were all sold into captivity."
He turned to AR, "You can put away your weapon, he is no threat to us," he reached out a paw to help Spike up, "Come, we were heading towards my hideout for the night. And we might want to hurry, your master might alert the cops to where you went and we also don't want to wake them up."
Spike nodded in agreement and pushed himself to his feet. "Yes, I agree. We must go quickly."
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Kistrev watched the conversation with amusement, humming to himself in russian he loaded locked and wound up his clockwork rifle sitting on the floor of the tunnel oblivious to the grime......
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OOC: Forgive me for doing this, but I think that it is quiet funny that no one is wondering who I'm talking about when I say them
Jacen looked over to Kistrev as he worked on building the rifle.
Jacen frowned, "Come on, get up! We can't stay here for too long or else-" Jacen was interrupted by the sound of slithering, footsteps, and hissing began to come from either side.
Jacen's eyes widened, "Oh no... Everyone! Hide your weapons now, and don't say anything!"
From the the shadows came many scalies, lizards and snakes. All armed with knives and swords and dressed in rags and leather. They surrounded the four furs and begun laughing and chittering among themselves.
Suddenly from the ranks walked forward a large dragon holding a massive axe. His scales were painted black with normal white ones appearing in places, like the other scalies. He had two large curling horns, massive fangs, and a scar over his left eye.
The Dragon let out a roar and said, "Who dares enter they territory of the ebony claws?"
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((ooc: dont worry, make sit more fun!))
Kistrev stared at the dragon, its axe easily the full height of him, in the heat of the moment all english left him and muttered under his breath in russian looking at the ceiling........
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Spike stared up at the dragon and pulled back his ears. He turned his head to look at AR. "Well say something!" Spike thought to himself. A situation like this wasn't in the field manual.
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"Well?" bellowed the dragon, his rage building, "Have you all forgotten how to speak?"
"Um, hello Scar..." Said Jacen, his ears pulled back and tail limp.
The Dragon's ears picked up at the sound of the Folf's voice. "Who was that?" His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Jacen.
Reaching down with one of his claws, the dragon grasped Jacen by the neck and lifted from the ground.
"Why if it isn't my old friend Jacen," said Scar with an evil grin, "the same fur who gave me this scar!"
"Oh come now Scar," gasped Jacen, "It couldn't have been that bad."
"COULDN'T HAVE BEEN THAT BAD?!?!" roared Scar, making the ground shake, "You made me lose use of my left eye! So now I intend on paying back in full, an eye for an eye!"
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Oh great, what a wonder way to start the day. Go look for food be hunted by humans now this little folf pisses off a dragon. What else could go wrong... Only having dealt with dragons when they were a peaceful race, AR decides to try to sooth things over and maybe get away with as little battle as possible. Frith only knows the humans will be on their tails soon enough.
AR steps forward and bows slightly as a sign of respect for the Dragon, the two races have coexisted for years, and each has shown a certain amount of respect for the other. But AR being a "mutt" gargoyle hopped it wouldn't effect this situation.
"Oh noble dragon of the clan of ebony claws, we merely seek a safe route from the humans."
(OOC: Lost my train of thought there, someone care to move this along)
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Scar turned his one good eye towards the Gargoyle for the first time.
"Gargoyle," snarled the Dragon, "And a mixed one at that. You do not know the dishonor this one has caused me."
He tightend his grip on Jacen's neck, "He insulted me in front of my own clan and then wounded me to escape. He needs to die!"
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AR's eyes glow slightly with annoyance at the Dragon's lack of respect for life.
"Be that as it may, I'll ask you to please put my travel companion down. I would rather not have this lead to an encounter with humans if it goes ugly."
I was hopping to escape with out any blood shed but at this rate I will highly doubt it. Dragons these days are way to hot headed and full of themselves.
(OOC: Just so people know AR's wings are not actually visible, it's easier for her to move around with them "put away" so right now she pretty much looks like an over grown cat with horns. HA retredo cat!)
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"Hmmph," snorted Scar, "I do not fear the humans. They fear me and what my clan will do to them if they dare enter our territory!"
"Don't be an idiot you overgrown salamander," gasped Jacen, "The humans will come for you eventually for taking their livestock. Be it a mob, cops, or even the Army, they'll come for you and kill you all."
Scar roared and threw Jacen to the ground where two snakes hooked their arms around his, holding him tight.
Scar walked forward and drew a long knife from his sheath, "That's it you mut! You are now going to die by my hand."
(OOC: Hey AR, where did you get that new sig? Cuz i want one!"
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Ignorant dragon AR's eyes blow bright with anger, she grasp her battle axe but this time something's different. The axe seems to be letting off it's own light, very faint and mildly noticeable. She steps in between the blade and the folf.
"I am sorry but you will have to kill him some other day."
(OOC: Made it myself ^-^)
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(OOC: Jacen want one :3)
The Dragon stopped in place and turned his head towards AR, "Oh really? And what can a cat, a fox, and a mutt gargoyle do to me and my entire clan?"
The ebony claws began to cackle and hiss as they quickly surrounded the furs. They all began to taunt them as they drew their knives, swords, and axes.
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i do believe you have not met a russian before am i wrong, yesno? for if you had you would know that the motherland is the one true protector, i am shielded by her and she in return shields me, and we are one stubborn nation!..... *he pulled out the clockwork mizkov rifle and pulled the trigger again and again bringing it in an arc, droves of the lesser scalies fell in this onslought as lead met flesh, dropping the rifle he turned to the others and winked as the dragon shouted his rage*.....
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Spike watched as the ebony claws danced around them like immature children. They looked more silly to Spike than threatening. One of the claws finally made the mistake of invading Spike's personal space with a knife directed at his throat. He countered the attack and within seconds the claw was on the ground clenching his own throat as blood spewed from the wound from his own knife. Spike stood over the dying claw holding the knife. He smirked and looked at the other claws who witnessed the brutal murder.
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pulling up his two handed hammer Kistrev swung it in an arc shattering the skull of a nearby scalie, the body falling back against the tunnel wall..... by the homeland, DIE you degenerates!....
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i hide in the shadows watching close. i sniff there air sencing fear....
i ears stay up to be on my toes
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Scar roared "Get them you idiots!" before staring Jacen in the eyes, "Meanwhile, you're all mine!" before turing and beginning to walk away.
The Ebony claws began to move in more cautiously, knowing that their opponents weren't random punks, they knew that they were actual warriors and began to act as such. Attacking in small groups rapidly, they used feints and surprise attacks to try and defeat their enemies.
(OOC: sorry for my absense, i've been in NY and the internent wouldn't let me on this site >_<)
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((ooc: oh that sux, sorry.))
i watch the others, i try to get closer and still stay in the shadows but i stop on a rock and it tumbles down making muh noise.
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A large crocodile and two snakes turn to the location of the noise and see a fur standing there.
"Well, well, well," said the Crocodile, "What do we have here?"
"Looks like another Furry!" hissed one of the snakes.
"Did you come to save your pups babe? Well to bad, you won't be doin any fighting, I got somethin "special" planned for you!" with a booming laugh he reached out towards Vixin.
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I jumped up into the airas they reached for me and landed on the snakes head."give me the kids."
i jumped infront of the croc and put my long blade to his throat and the dagger to his stomach knowing that is the weak spots for a croc. my fangs get longer "let the pups go or i'll drain you to an inch of your death." i snarl
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The Croc chuckled weakly, "Seems this one has some fight in her! I'm afraid that I can't do that, you see, the Boss wants that Folf dead, and what the boss wants, the boss gets."
One of the snakes hooked his arms around Vixin while the other wrapped itself around her legs.
"No where was I," said the croc, "Ah yes, I believe I was taking you for some "fun"".
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i tryed to get out of his grip. i turn to the snake and spit in his face