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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 27, 2008 13:05:10 GMT -5
The black wolf watched her go. The golden dust vanished from his paws and slowly returned into the other's body. He snarled, raising his lip. How ignorant. Snarling at the Devil? Oear wouldn't stand for it. He vanished and reappeared infront of her. He raged in his shadow fire form again. This time, instead of smoke eyes, they were fire red. Blood dripped from his teeth and he let out a sharp bark. She could do nothing to hurt him yet he could do a world of damage to her. |
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Post by strages on Jan 27, 2008 13:12:47 GMT -5
Pushkin blinked in shook as Oear appeared in front of her, but her shook was short lived as the anger engulfed her, consuming her whole. Another snarl tore free from her lips, she knew it was pointless, but her mind, her own little bubble, had been invaded and for the first time in her life she almost longed for death, almost, she wanted death to end her life so she could maybe find sanctuary some were, but if she died she would have to remain in this place, with him. The stupid b.astard who had caused her to die, in affect any way. Maybe if Pushkin had been a normal wolf she wouldn’t have known he had been inside her head, but she had never claimed to be normal, and if she was normal then she wouldn’t have been able to get here.
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 27, 2008 13:53:38 GMT -5
The f--king b-tch. His eyes flicked from her voids to her body. The wolf then blazed harder. "Get the hell out of here" He raged angrily. Why in hells name was he telling her to get out of here?
G.odd.amnit Oear you F--king B--tard. But there was no ruddy turning back now. Oh sh-t he thought, What the hell have I gotten my friggin self into.
He wasn't going to back down. The femme wasn't going to leave. Hell was calling him. For what they were in wasnt truely hell. It was an illusion. It didn't really exist. It was a land which was a dream but you walked in it as a real, awakened wolf. Hell was a lot more dangerous and bloodthirsty. This illusion had been created by Pushkin's imagination and hopes of getting to hell. What Oear was doing was exploring land. If a new land had been created he would be the first to check it out. D.amn. He had met a femme. Yes, This was partly her land but it resided in hell and so it rightfully belonged to him. As soon as she left, he would erase this land. |
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Post by strages on Jan 27, 2008 13:57:30 GMT -5
Pushkin teeth still bared but as he told her to leve he nodded. Her voice still thick with venom, "With pleasure."
-really crap i no but i am busy making another post with her, you'll see, you can reply with oear in that if he wants to see her again-
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