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Post by D'Artagnan on Feb 5, 2008 19:49:57 GMT -5
Dustclaw writhed under Shay'tans raw mass as he studied Burn. "You don't just take one life and expect to instantly be accepted into Darkwood outsider." He snarled. Blood dripping off his maw slightly as he snarled.
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Post by Goloth on Feb 5, 2008 19:50:38 GMT -5
realizing the instant danger that they all three faced bloodcoat stood and swiped at shay'tan with a flurry of furious blows that if one hit it would knock him at least ten feet.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 5, 2008 20:00:59 GMT -5
Burn resisted cursing at Bloodcoat, instead he charged at the freakish brute, latching onto his shoulder with piercing fangs. Maybe he would kill Bloodcoat, better to be rid of his stupidity. I almost had it,he thought viciously. Bu he just couldn't resist the fight. Vehemently, Burn dug his hind claws into the delicate flesh of Bloodcoat's underbelly.
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Post by Goloth on Feb 5, 2008 20:19:50 GMT -5
at the sight of his blood his eyes turned blood red with anger and rage. he swung with freakish might and connected with burns face, the impact was so fierce that the ground blew with an intense wind
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 5, 2008 20:27:19 GMT -5
The force of the blow sent tendrils of pain, red-hot, shooting through the entirety of Burn's maw. Giving his head a swift shake, he snapped his dislocated jaw back into place. Snarling, he used his superior speed and agility to strike. Grasping Bloodcoat's arm, he crushed his jaws down with painful force, until he heard that sickening sweet sound of bone breaking. Releasing his arm, he parried around until he was to Bloodcoat's back.
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Post by Goloth on Feb 5, 2008 20:30:33 GMT -5
with a swift turn bloodcoat grabbed burn by his throat and squeezed with all his might, crushing his windpipe, vocal cords, and his neck with pressure. dropping burn to the ground he collapsed due to loss of blood. as his vision faded he wondered if burn would survive.
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Post by Sicarius on Feb 5, 2008 20:36:46 GMT -5
Burn's vision blurred with the pressure, he could feel death approaching. He was not ready. Suddenly the stress on his neck lessened and he fell limp to the ground. Sucking in a rattling breath, he attempted to rise to his feet. The effort sapped his strength, causing him to collapse with exhaustion.
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Post by crackdowncommotion on Feb 5, 2008 22:58:45 GMT -5
Clumsily making his way on the scene, a wolf with mixed colors of a once warm-chocolate color and a dull color go gray. Those colors made up his pelt while his eyes were amber but could also be commonly mistaken for a burly wood color. Not like the poor wolf even knew. He never seen what he looked like physically. His fur was sopping wet from the downpour. His paws trembling and lopsided as he continued on. He was hearing voices..or was he? Kincaid wasn't sure, due to the illness he had been diagnosed with he couldn't be sure if it was that meanie Herman playing tricks with his mind again or there were other people. It did sound like other wolves or creatures. And that made Kincaid leap with joy. So happy and trotted over gayly, "Wowie guys. Gee, ain't it nice and rainy out? I like the rain. Not a lot of people like the rain. But I do." He beamed proudly. Happy to meet others. However he was unaware of their recent brawl. He should have never mixed with them knowing there was to be bloodshed and insults. Kincaid couldn't take anything not as cheery as him. His ears held back, one ear half-bitten. The other ear just right. His scruffy tail picked up the moist dirt in piles and then sweeped it away skillfully. The scars visible on the back of his ears and hind legs. But he didn't know it. He sat down and pawed the dirt. Maybe there would be grub worms to play with. Such an eccentric and excited wolf he was. Not very territorial because he had no territory or pack of his own. Not many could stand his company. He tilted his head, eyes wide, "Hey you guysss." He tried for their attention.
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