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Post by Wolfbane on Sept 15, 2006 14:43:09 GMT -5
[Woo-hoo, can't tell me not to god-mod, I AM a god -cackle- But I won't. Preferring Cwen-dear or Draeg as first reply but doesn't really matter.. -somersaults- Draeg knew he was coming. ]
The lands of Ge-Rad fell into shadow as a cruelly-glaring moon spread its blanket of shimmering constellations over a black sky. Throughout the territory, sunlit souls closed their eyes and drifted into their own worlds, where fear and hatred had disappeared and only peace remained. As the Lera slumbered, the varg of Ge-Rad fell slave to their own nightly desires to rest in trance-esque fashion. However, as soon as Tor's all-seeing orb had come to its highest peak, it was slowly and painfully rendered blind as a sphere of deep jet cloaked the only light that the nocturnal hours provided living sights.
Allowed the moment to enter unnoticed and completely unseen - even by lupine eye - a creature whose heart ceased to beat since his exile from the living placed his first hell-tainted paw onto Ge-Rad soil. Gait slow and exact, the demon's fur brushed everything its host passed, rustling leaves and snapping twigs without care for the amount of noise made; he would not appear real to the living eye, instead as a hazt form that a lone would would easily dub an illusion. Acidic saliva dripped repeatedly from a large, razor-laden maw, the drops sizzling against leave and wood, creating a sickly scent and glowing threads of neon-green smoke - the ways of the underworld were strange, indeed.
Finally, as the mysterious form neared the pack dens, the ability for his body to be seen diappeared altogether; he was an invisible intruder in a land of innocent wolves.. innocent wolves who were just waiting to be dragged to eternal torture. Just outside the dens would the unseen monster roost, releasing Tor from her onyx prison. As if the night were just as before, the hours went by and eventually a gentle blue took away the navy-black of the moon's backdrop. Soon after, a distorted Fenris crawled over the horizon, painted a fresh and wicked crimson.
The beast had moved, and as soon as Draeg or his mate awoke, they would see a behemoth of living flesh taking the form of a varg. However, there were traits that deemed this otherworldly creature much different from a wolf.. Lengthy fangs protruded from his upper jaw and eyes remained a glowing blood red, pupils absent. Horns twisted grotesquely from just behind ears whilst impossibly-sharp spines took stuck out like hellish thorns over the centre of his head and replaced every other vertebrae down his spine. Wolfbane had come to Ge-Rad on a mission to rid the land of Fenris' favour. As he leered down at the two alphas, the sides of his maw curled in a twisted smile, each and every sharpened tooth glistening pearl.
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Post by Draeg on Sept 18, 2006 19:53:12 GMT -5
((I finally finished, well here it is. Enjoy))
It’s mere presence seemed to warp the very land itself, altering the earth a little more each time with each passing step as it drew ever closer towards its intended destination. All around plants withered and died, some twisting into grotesque shadows of their former selves while others simply shriveled into dried husk only to disintegrate at the faintest hint of the breeze. The temperature dropped exponentially and the sky darkened as storm clouds gathered and converged on one another until it was completely immersed in the darkness, lighting crackled out in the distance and fierce howling of the winds was joined by a symphony of thunder and harsh song of scavengers. Gradually moisture from the gathering storm above began to drift down to the earth at a snails pace, solidifying in the growing chill and floating to the ground like a feather as the first vestiges of snow made their appearance. Panicked and hysterical the lera fled, bitter enemies traveling together, predator and prey, large and small, none of them acknowledging one another’s company yet somehow coming together with one singular purpose in mind. To flee. Those among them that could make the sudden journey fled leaving behind the old, the young, the sick, and the weak to fend for themselves. The tell-tale signs of the approaching blizzard grew increasingly evident as the once gentle snow began to fall more heavily onto the earth, even more disturbing to those select few hat noticed was that it was only the midst of September and already winter had set upon them.
Hovering about within the confines of the pack den Draeg anxiously peered out into the ever changing world around him with a deep sense of dread, despite his urgings neither his mate nor the rest of his family made the slightest inclination to abandon their position within the shallow cavern and flee. He had tried everything to get them to move, snarling savagely and baring his fangs, even going to so far as to nip his beloved Drappa in hopes that in her anger she might at least be tempted to pursue him to safety. However they had merely stared back him, their faces holding nothing more than a blank, vacant expression. It was as if they didn‘t care! Or perhaps they simply knew that there would be no place for them to run and had merely chosen to accept the fate that had been laid out before them.
The rest of the pack had already fled well beyond the boundaries of Ge-Rad leaving the Alpha male to tend to his family alone, desperate he had pleaded with them, begging them run so that he might be spared the pain of having to watch that which he cherished most taken from him. For despite his own warnings Draeg would not leave his family to face darkness alone as he had Huts. Finally he gave up. Whimpering softly to himself he stared down upon his family, tender amber eyes taking in every feature of their wondrous form as they drifted from one varg to another, allowing the oddly calm yet still peaceful image to burn itself in the farthest reaches of his mind where it lay safely hidden from the curse of Fenris. With that done he silently bid them farewell and stepped out into the darkness, head held high and bushy amber tassel standing fully erect behind him as he strode into the now raging storm to face the monster that threatened to destroy his family and hopefully by them enough time to come to their senses and escape.
No sooner had the amber wolf stepped out into the fierce blizzard then he was pelted from all sides as the savage winds raged down upon him, cold cutting clean through his exceptionally thick summer pelt and filling his ears with the haunting wail of winter. Nearly blind he could barely make out the tip of his snout in front of him in the fierce flurry of snow and sleet, the storm had even robbed his sense of smell from him leaving Draeg utterly blind in the blizzard, unable to even tell where he had come from. Lost within his own territory he stumbled aimlessly, time moving like molasses as with each feeble step he drew closer to his intended quarry. It seemed that the closer he came to reaching his goal the stronger the presence became, growing more overwhelming with each passing step until finally Draeg found that his legs would no longer respond to his command. At last it emerged, the storm parting before it like the Red Sea before the might of God. It’s form demonic in nearly every aspect yet vaguely wolf-like, a pair of grotesquely twisted horns protruded from the back of its skull just behind the ear while from its head it sprouted a row of innumerably sharp spines which ran down the full length of its back, its eyes seemed to be made up of pools of the deepest crimson which seemed to glow ominously in the unnatural darkness and protruding down from its upper lip were a pair of overly long saber-like fangs. Despite himself Draeg trembled, although born far beyond the reaches of Transylvania in the land of Skein the amber wolf knew all to well the unholy entity that stood before him.
It didn’t matter where you came from or who you worshiped, every religion had their own version of the Evil One. Names and culture didn’t matter, ultimately they all originated from the same source. In Draeg’s tongue he was Grendel, the butcher of man and varg alike, a halfbreed, able to walk on two legs like man and fight with all the strength and savage cunning of the wolf yet accepted by neither race. Indeed the Man-varg was well known amongst the varg of Skein but Draeg found that here, away from the lore of his homeland, varg called the demon by a different name, a name that the amber Dragga had grown quite familiar with during his time with in Transylvania. Wolfbane.
The mighty Shapechanger gazed down at Draeg, crimson eyes settling upon his trembling form and scrutinizing him as one might scrutinize a colony of ants. Jaws opening and stretching out to an unnatural length to reveal a seemingly endless row of serrated teeth it lunged forward, powerful jaws falling over the amber wolf with lightning speed before clamping onto him like a vise. Crying out in pain and fright as countless daggers embedded themselves into his hide, serrated edges carving flesh and shearing sinew, Draeg began thrashing about desperately within the demon gods mighty jaws, lifeblood spilling onto the ground as each desperate attempt only drove the beast fangs deeper into his already torn flesh. He flail his legs helplessly as he felt the beast gradually lift him off the ground, the amber dragga snapping his jaws viciously in a feeble attempt to reach some part of his captor as he was displayed to the world like a trophy for all to see before suddenly biting down upon the varg’s thrashing form.
Draeg awoke, his body covered in sweat as he lay panting heavily for breath. Taking a moment to roll his paws across his body and make a quick examination of himself he blew out a deep sigh. A dream. It had all been a dream, and yet for some reason Draeg couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it than that. Glancing over to his side he quickly spotted Cwen sleeping contently beside him, not wanting to wake her quite yet he brushed a gentle paw across her brow before rising to his feet to exit the den. A walk, that’s just what he needed to clear his mind and help put that disturbing dream out of his mind. However he froze as he emerged from the shallow tunnel leading out of the den, eyes widening in fear as he found himself face to face with the leering form of the demon from his dream. Wolfbane. “Garm help me.”
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Post by Cwen on Oct 8, 2006 7:25:22 GMT -5
((Ok, sooo sorry this was so late. And sorry the post is a bit rubbish. And also the whole thing about my cubs...well I figured when Wolfbane kills Cwen and Draeg is so distraught and what not, Wolfbane allows one cub to survive and curses it? I dunno...somehow he managed to take it from Cwen's womb (making tearing her open once she's dead?) and throws it to Draeg?))
The darkness took over and sleep fell on those of the Ge-Rad lands. All who chose to sleep took refuge in the pack den, where bodies huddled together against the harsh autumn winds and slept peacefully in the shared warmth. And within Cwen’s belly, something else was hidden tightly and warm away from the winds. Another litter was soon to be born yet again, and this time she would make sure that they would not be taken from her. Nothing would stop the vicious mother; she was a protector of pack, mate and friends. And her children. They would survive.
A moon ago she had followed a familiar scent from the pack lands and far out into the great stretch of woods within the no-mans land; Draeg. On approach to where he himself had stopped, she came upon the male howling out a song to the beloved Huts who was taken cruelly by the jaws of Serg. To prevent her from telling anyone about this embarrassing ordeal, the two had played themselves and old but not forgotten game, and the result was the production of another litter.
The winds of the outside world came to an eerie stand still, turning the usual nightlife into complete silence. The shocked awakening of Draeg roused Cwen from her own slumber and she growled wearily as he got up and left the den. Blinking in a drowsy fashion, she lifted her head and yawned widely, shaking her head to rid herself of sleep. Silvery blue hues peered out of the den’s entrance and her broad auds perked at the sounds coming from outside. Tension seemed to rise suddenly and she knew not what from. It worried the Drappa greatly and she pulled herself up onto fatigued limbs before checking that the other members of the pack were still asleep. Indeed they had not been awoken by the strange anxiety within the atmosphere – at least not yet they hadn’t. Turning her head once again towards the entrance, Cwen’s hackles began to rise and so too did her tail, the hair standing static and making her brushy tassel seem like a puff ball. Nothing would get passed her, and nothing would hurt her children. This bitch would defend till the death. And never again would another suffer the same fate as Huts had because of her. Not again. Padding silently out into the night, clear skies and a pale moon lit up the clearing; including those who inhabited it. Stopping not far behind Draeg with widened eyes, the Drappa laid them upon the enormous figure of a heaving black beast. The monster’s eyes were as crimson as the blood that her kind had tasted so often, and the threatening spikes that protruded from his head and spine were as sharp as the wildcat’s claw. The Demon; Wolfbane. He was as terrifying as the thought of death by water…but worse. At first a low whine managed to tremble its way up Cwen’s throat, but as soon as she passed a glance towards her proud mate standing by, all the fear died away. A film of red masked her sight and now she could feel nothing but the lust to kill, protect and seek vengeance for all the ill-doings of her life.
A malicious snarl creased her ivory white muzzle and a deep, hostile growl passed her lips. “You,” she muttered deeply and darkly to the Demon God. “You!” she barked out wildly before taking several steps towards Wolfbane, her legs stiff and hair all standing on end to make her appear larger and far more intimidating. To any normal varg this act of dominance and anger would have led to intimidation. But no. Wolfbane was a God, and he was powerful. Cwen was nothing but a plaything for him to chew on, and that’s exactly what he’d do. Cwen suddenly bolted for the beast, her forelegs hammering down on the earth whilst her hind legs kicked her on at an incredibly swift pace. If there was one thing she loved more than anything, even her freedom, it was to run. Since the day she had learnt, it was what she was best at. Few varg could compete – at least not with every ounce of her soul and her heart put into it. With the sudden gain of ground, the Twisted Drappa of Ge-Rad kicked powerfully with her hind legs and soared off through the air towards her goal, jaws wide and gaping, rows of ivory teeth glinting under Tor’s milky moonlight. You will die beast…once and for all… she thought to herself. No more of my children you shall take, not without taking me first! her mind snarled angrily. And then…contact was made…
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Post by Wolfbane on Oct 17, 2006 15:08:03 GMT -5
[Eh, this is.. okay, I guess. I have to edit it a bit because I didn't have a ton of time to type it. Enjoy; I have to leave now anyhow.]
The hellborne monster stood silent whilst Draeg stirred in his nightmare, bloody eyes piercing the maber alpha's gentle golden pools upon awakening. His wicked grin held no mercy or sympathy for Draeg, for He had been sent by a familiar face to kill off the corrupted she-varg of Ge-Rad. Nocturnia Diiore, now finding his own maddened paradise by settling down with Demon in the newly-marked pack of Dreogan, had fallen deeper and deeper into his psychotic mind. It took only a single dream for Nocturnia to realise that the past would haunt him and that he refused to accept Draeg's triumph over the bloody battle for Cwen... He had followed a ritual, summoned the beast of his dreams, and commanded the death of Ge-Rad's drappa - if Nocturnia couldn't have her, nobody would.
"Draeg, Pansy of Fenris - or, as you know him, Garm.. I am sent from the Dreogan Beta Nocturnia." Wolfbane muttered, a harsh bass booming through the den. "To prove how mistaken the Fen-lupes are." A low chuckle was thus emitted from a lengthy, hate-wrinkled muzzle, fangs glinting polished pearl. He was, of course, speaking of the many litters Cwen had provided Draeg, how gently she had made his heart beat despite her obvious loose screws, and how the two togther had helped a pack to rise. "Today, you lose that which makes you love this wicked thing the world calls life."
Talon-esque claws scraped idly at the surface of the den's mouth, a dark veil casting an obsidian mist that curled and snaked about the enormous wolf-devil's paws and legs. All attention was drawn from Draeg as the target lupine approached the couple, obviously bewildered as to just who the great beast who stood with her mate was. Cwen's expression soon shifted to that of a protective, angry mother as her eyes fell over Wolfbane's distorted opinion of what a wolf should look like. Her shouting and snarling made the Varg's Lucifer pull his lips all the more as a razor-toothed leer accompanied her curses. Fate hadn't a choice in this bizarre event, for this was a time when Hell walked the earth and the Grotesque and the Living merged.
Suddenly, a lightly-coloured blur surged at the demon-god as an enraged Drappa attempted to attack the nightmare of her dreams. In response, a wicked, heartless laughter filled the den as Wolfbane threw his head back, cackling whilst his throat was seized by middle-aged fangs. Blood seeped black, but Cwen's target seemed completely unaffected by the gaping holes created by her teeth. Upon Cwen's impact, a group of macabre varg, all seemingly from the Red Meadow itself, rose from the ground around the monster's feet. Their jaws dripped blood as they slowly shifted into living flesh, eyes glowing the same harsh red as their Master's. These wolves were slaves, lost souls who had been stolen, plucked right from Fenris' heaven. A sadness showed in their stance, as if being near Wolfbane was torment enough, much less being controlled. There was no choice should their Master force them to kill.
"Cwen, mother of many and mate to Draeg of lands foreign to Transylvania, I come to reap you of your good fortune. I allowed you those pups and I have allowed you the control of mind to love and lead this pathetic group you dare to call a pack.. And now it is your turn to pay your respects to me and to thank me for the benevolence I have displayed for you and your mate; fight not, for I will draw out your death, pain increasing with each sign of refusal. You are already a damned soul, Cwen." The black wolves stood around him as he spoke, teeth baring suddenly in a chorus of fierce snarls; should she refuse her Devil's decision, the Drappa would face an army.
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Post by Draeg on Oct 21, 2006 16:59:45 GMT -5
The amber Dragga stood before the presence of the demon god in fear and awe, unable to tear his gaze away from the massive form of teeth and spikes as he looked on in horrified fascination. Never in his life had Draeg faced anything like the grotesque monstrosity that stood towering before him, Leohlic, Serg, even the bear-varg Nocturnia Diiore, whom had long harbored a deep withstanding grudge against the amber dragga ever since being bested by the smaller varg in single combat for right to court Cwen, were pale in comparison to the biblical presence of Fenris most sinister creation and cruelest plague ever set upon the free varg of the world. Draeg shivered, his blood turning to ice in his veins though whether it was brought on by the unnatural chill that had suddenly set about the in air or simply the result of shock the trembling dragga wasn’t sure. Wolfbane seemed to radiate an aura of darkness which seemed to steadily spread out the demon god like a shroud of ebon mist, encompassing the den and the surrounding area in a veil of prolonged night as though the robbing all of Ge-Rad of the luminous, life giving warmth of the sun itself. It spoke in a harsh grating tone, voice like thunder in the stillness of the morning air causing Draeg to flinch, pulling his ears firmly against his scalp in a feeble attempt to ease the strain on his delicate auditories, as the dark deity mockingly revealed the secret behind his present manifestation in the packlands. Eyes widening the amber wolf stare helplessly at the massive sight before him as he did his best to process the information given to him. Nocturnia! Nocturnia Diiore had brought this creature upon him, for what purpose had the crazed kerl unleashed the wrath of the Evil one upon Ge-Rad? But Wolfbane had called him the beta of Dreogan, Demon’s pack Draeg realize to his utmost dismay as he suddenly found himself recalling the ebon Drappa’s last visit to the meadowland pack. Had she something to do with this, had she had his old rival summon up demon before him as a way of getting back at the amber Dragga for hesitating to form an alliance with Dreogan? Or perhaps it was for failing to immediately acknowledge Lestat as his son. Whatever the reason at the moment it wasn’t really important, Draeg conceded, especially since in a few short moments he probably wouldn’t be around for it to matter.
Today, you lose that which makes you love this wicked thing the world calls life.
Draeg’s heart stopped as the realization of what the demon god intended to do suddenly dawned on him. “No…” he whispered, his heart stopping as the meaning behind those words became utterly clear to him. Stepping away from the grotesque form of the legendary dragga Draeg found himself standing amidst the mouth of den crouched down in a defensive stance, having unconsciously positioned himself between Wolfbane and his family sometime during the formers speech. “You can’t…I won’t let you!”
Cwen.
That’s who he was after, what Nocturnia had meant to do when he conjured the demon god and sent him to Ge-Rad. Wolfbane had come to kill Cwen, that sadistic bastard Nocturnia had sent him to Ge-Rad to take his Tora away from him. To kill his mate. Draeg wouldn’t let him, somehow he prevent Wolfbane from carrying out his appointed task and save his mate. Then once this was all over he would find Nocturnia and war be damned Draeg would kill him for threatening his family.
But how was he supposed to fight a god?
Before Draeg could even think of a way to answer his own question a familiar whine suddenly reached his ears, abruptly breaking his train of thought as recognition gave way to horror and despair. Whirling around to face the den Draeg let out a terrified gasp as his worst fear was realized as he caught sight of the terrified form of Cwen emerging from within den, her eyes wide with fear as she stared past the amber Dragga and gaze up at the impending doom that stood beyond him. “GET BACK IN THE DEN!” Draeg spoke with a firm, underlying authority that he had never used with his mate or anyone else before, his tone demand nothing but respect and complete and utter obedience from all those he addressed and it was clear by the way he held himself that his last order had not been a request but rather, astonishing enough, a command directed towards his beloved drappa. However his words fell on deaf ears for even as Draeg spoke Cwen shot past him, registering as only a streak of gray and white as she flew through the air towards the dreaded demon god, her fear forgotten. “CWEN NO!”
He watched helplessly as she collided with the foreign outsider, the full force of her bodice slamming into his continence as ivory fangs bit deep into the blacken leathery hide around its throat. Even as contact was made more apparitions materialized from around Wolfbane’s towering form, rising up from earth in response to their master’s silent call, intangible forms solidifying to take the morose shape of macabre varg, their eyes glimmering a harsh crimson like those of their master, their muzzles dripping with gore as with each passing minute they came to resemble what they had in life. Immediately they surrounded their master, gathering around his powerful legs in the same manner a pup would its mother, baring their teeth menacingly and filling the air with a chorus of furious snarls as they eagerly prepared themselves to mutilate the varg that had so boldly attacked their master. However rather than show any sign of pain at his mate’s feeble attempt at an attack the shadow of Fenris merely laughed, a wicked, hollow sound which seemed to bulge out from amidst it’s tattered throat and fill the air with the unholy cackle of countless scavengers that shook Draeg to the core of his soul. Without thinking Draeg charged, baring his fangs and barking savagely as he rushed forward to help his mate.
Despite whatever promises Draeg had made himself Wolfbane had made it perfectly clear that he had been sent to dispatch of Cwen and that he didn’t intend to leave Ge-Rad without accomplishing his original objective regardless of what Draeg said or did. Fear had prompted the normally collected Dragga to fore bay Cwen from taking her rightful place by his side and usher his mate to safety in a desperate attempt to protect her from the fate that been lain out for her as well as the precious cargo that lay nestled firmly in her belly. Draeg couldn’t remember whether Cwen had told him or not but after witnessing the birth of three beautiful litters he more than knew the signs, she had become moodier in the passing days and had taken to clinging unnecessarily to the den, her appetite had increased into voracious levels and she would occasionally suffer from bouts of morning sickness, even more noticeable then the rest was the fact that her stomach had grown progressively larger as it seemed to swell more and more with each passing day. There was no doubt in Draeg’s mind as to the life she harbored safely inside her belly, Cwen was pregnant.
Already a moon had past since the pair had mated for the third time since their union a year before after Cwen had discovered Draeg singing to the heavens, in an attempt to coax her into keeping silent a the amber varg had given in to Cwen’s seductive nature and spent the day tending to his mate’s every worldly desire. Looking back on that day Draeg could still recall that it had been the first time that the pair had acted like anything other than the dedicated alpha’s they had come to be. It had been the first time they had acted like themselves, before the responsibilities of running a pack and supporting a family. Simply alone in the company of one another as they had been before when they had both been young and in love, when they had simply been wolves. Draeg couldn’t help but smile each time he recall that faithful day, recalling how they had both raced each other, running tirelessly throughout the various twist and turns of the forest before challenging one another to playful bouts, mock-fights which had gone on and off for hours on end until dusk in which the pair had spent the evening laying side by side beneath the heavens gazing up at the stars before finally retiring to privacy of their first whelping den. But now that same memory had become the stem of his fears as noted the slight swell in her stomach for the second time, realizing that to lose Cwen also meant to lose the pups. With a feral roar he leapt forward, plunging himself into the midst of the spectral pack in an untamed flurry of teeth and claws. God or not Draeg wouldn’t allow any harm to befall his mate or his unborn children while he was still alive.
((no worries, luckily I could still post this here without really having to edit it))
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Post by Cwen on Oct 24, 2006 3:23:06 GMT -5
The Twisted Drappa felt no fear as her ivory razors sunk into the thick, ebony flesh that was the demon’s throat. His crimson, so dark that it was almost black, blood oozed from the open wounds and flowed freely into her salivating jaws and dribbled down her throat. It tasted so victorious it was almost like poison. But Cwen’s grey hues were completely blinded by that red glaze of bloodlust and the need to protect, that she was entirely unaware of the army of ghosts slowly beginning to form and evolve around her. Though her furious teeth and savage claws tore and shredded the beasts flesh, she was oblivious to the fact that it was causing him no pain – in fact, the beast merely laughed. His words were deep and full of purpose, yet it sunk so slowly into the fiery faemme’s mind that it was like sap oozing down the drunk of a tree. Realisation clicked at long last – but still she refused to unlatch her powerful jaws from the demon. The white of her grey eyes began to show as the fear settled into her bloodthirsty mind. They shot back and forth, watching the spectres as they began to close in on her. Curling her blood stained lips back in a severely threatening manner, only revealing that her deadly teeth were sunk firmly into the throat of their master, Cwen growled deeply in sheer hope that it would make them think twice about taking her life from her. Of course it was all in vain, these strange beasts were already dead! A varg that sustained a life with warm blood flowing through its veins held no threat to them. Her battle now was hopeless…and yet she was refusing to back down – whether her fate had been chosen for her or not. Unlatching her jaws from Wolfbane at last, she pushed with all her might against his heaving neck and plunged back down to earth, her hackles and bristled tail on end whilst her blood stained muzzle was gaping wide. Snarling and growling with malice, Cwen landed lightly on her paws and whipped her head round in all directions, snapping at the spirits summoned by Wolfbane. Her end would come soon – but the bitch was reluctant to believe it…or leave this cursed earth without a last, final battle.
((Sorry Draeg, I know you're working on a post but I finally got a spare minute last night to type this up. It's pants I know, but I just want to get it over and done with. Sorry again!))
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Post by Wolfbane on Jan 11, 2007 12:55:27 GMT -5
[Cwen, I'm going to go ahead and godmod you so that we can get this death over with. (: RIP hun. This will be improved once I get time, which is soon, but right now I'll just give you the jist of the post.]
All at once, the phantom beings disappeared, throwing Cwen off balance in mid-attack. His jaws opened wide as suddenly his hulking body appeared before her, death glimmering in his harsh glare.
Millions of perfectly-pointed teeth closed around Cwen's head, crushing her skull with minimal effort. Blood spurted from the sides of his maw as his mouth clamped down, his grip a vice against the weak, mortal bone.
etc etc and I'll cut a pup from her belly for Draeg.
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Post by Cwen on Jan 12, 2007 9:32:24 GMT -5
((Thank you Wolfbane!!! When should I make my last post though? After you've tweaked this or...meh?))
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Post by Draeg on Jan 12, 2007 13:11:56 GMT -5
((probably could do it now since we pretty much know that Wolfy has pretty much killed you. but then again I'll leave that up to you two.))
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