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Post by Blitz on Sept 4, 2010 1:36:25 GMT -5
Dust whirled into a burst of laughter at the fearful dance Fetter made. Looking to Drako, brows quirked as she listened to him speak. "Very good, you've done well." The creature crooned, enjoying her scaled pet as much as she did Fetter. "Yes, it is Drako- it's mine." Dust answered Fetter, unable to help but give another chuckle.
"Ahh, Fetter, your fears are just but your strange dance is not needed." The creature teased Fetter for her sudden dance. The commotion had whisked Dust's mind away from Nero for now, but she would pursue the subject in due time.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 1:44:03 GMT -5
If Drako could smirk, he would have at Fetter's reaction. But instead he merely flicked his black tongue out. Oh how he would love to eat it was what the serpent was thinking. His pupils glanced at the fox, then back to the wolf Dust. "Thisss one found a cougar. Thisss one sssaw him join with fluffle wolvesss. Thisss one knowssss that they hunt for a doe." The serpent's eyes quickly dashed to the side as Blast stepped to far back. Drako rattled his rattle and hissed.
Dust jumoed at the noise made from Drako. The serpent crept him out more than anything. /That thing is the freaking devil, I swear!/. He continued to circle Caprus.
ooc:// I've got to go...be back tommorow.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 1:45:16 GMT -5
ooc:// By the way, he said Fluffle, not fluffy XD. I made that word up...it means weak XD...
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Post by MissTris on Sept 4, 2010 1:51:52 GMT -5
She was bristled a little, a ball of green and brown. She was tired of those colors now though. She settled slowly, golden eyes flicking from Serpent to Wolf, understanding. She licked her paw and scrubbed her face with it, taking a smudge of brown from it, showing a white spotted eye. "Lady Master consorts with many beings, Fetter is amazed in the control of the Lady Master, but with such bonds and fetters of the heart she is not." She crouches in a protective way, tail around her feet. "Lady Master impresses without trying." she states matter-o-factually.
ooc: I'm off to bed for now as well :3 It's almost 3!
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Post by Kae on Sept 4, 2010 12:38:00 GMT -5
The raven had circled slowly lower, knowing she had been spotted but unconcerned by it. She settled down on a large branch that stretched out over the water of the river, giving her a clear view of everything. She wasn't sure if the large Blast might actually eat the other wolf, but it was likely there would be holes enough for her to get her beak in. She pointed her beak towards the circling Blast and Caprus, seeming to watch them directly by a predator's straight-eyed view, but she tilted her head slightly and had her bird's side-on view to Dust and the assortment of creatures around her: the strangely colored fox and the wolf's spy-snake.
She listened, as she always did, taking it as a show before a meal.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 13:13:29 GMT -5
Drako noticed the raven move, but where. The snake thought the raven was making a move for him, and he rattle his rattler. Drako hissed incredibly load for everyone to hear, hoping to intimidate the some-what lard bird. His eye slits looked around for danger, but there was none. He stopped rattling and looked to the fox. "Thisss one findssss the fox deliciousss. Thissss one wantsss to eat it. But the masssster sssaysss no." Drako stare into the foxes eye, hoping to slighlty scare it.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 4, 2010 14:59:55 GMT -5
Fetter bristled, brown, green and white blending all the more, she was afraid of serpents. Her green ears were tipped back to her scalp, but she glared back hard with her keen golden orbs. "Each beast has their day. Should the belly crawler choose Fetter's day, Fetter shall choose his" she pipped, her meaning clear for once, rather strait forward. Seems fear can scare her strait talking.
She cannot help instinct to back away a few steps further. Perhaps it's near time Fetter wandered away in search of other game. She was interested in the fight though, and Dust's company.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 15:11:09 GMT -5
ooc:// Who wants to take Carpus's place....Blast is gettint dizzy XD.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 4, 2010 15:39:30 GMT -5
ooc: Lol, I suppose I shall. Forgive me should it not be wonderful though, after all, I am not Foxxy, so it's harder to understand Blast, but I will read his info again to try to get a better feel and get something up here.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 15:49:44 GMT -5
ooc:// Alrighy ^_^.
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Post by Kae on Sept 4, 2010 16:28:38 GMT -5
The raven fluttered her wings at what she saw, but was unwilling to as yet get directly involved. The multi-colored fox was certainly something of interest and surely had a grand story behind her; should the snake kill the fox, that would be a story lost.
As for the snake itself, the raven had no interest in attacking it directly unless it was dead. She hadn't lived so long without learning that a snake's fangs were not worth the meal, especially when there were far easier pickings to be scavenged.
She mulled over options and decided to help the fox should she need to, as she could without endangering herself, if only to have a chance to learn more about the strange fox who so spoke so poetically. For now, she stayed on the limb, her feathers fluffed a bit in irritation at the snake's display.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 17:26:49 GMT -5
ooc:// By the way everyon, I am changing Drako's name to Wrath ^_^.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 21:01:46 GMT -5
ooc:// Err...I thought you were going to take Carpus's place, not blast XD.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 4, 2010 21:24:29 GMT -5
Caprus thought, it would have to be thought, it was the size difference that would kill him, but with thought, and speed he may have a shot. He'd started to lean left, and took a step that way only to shoot right, low to the ground around Blast, as though to run.
Instead of heading full right, to escape, he turned left sharply, cutting in front of Blast in the attempt to trip him up in a surprise bull maneuver and perhaps, with his own sharp fangs, cut through something vital in the bigger brutes neck. If he was lucky. His second aim, if not the neck was maybe break his leg, but he doubted he could do that much damage.
So teeth bared he'd rushed, his brown coat dappling with the sunlight and actually making him harder to see, for blending in with the forest floor.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 4, 2010 21:38:34 GMT -5
Blast saw the attempt to trip him and barely managed to escape it. Growling in a deep defensive tone, Blast lunged for the smaller wolf's hind-leg, hoping to somehow rip the heel. Blast closed his jaws, thinking he would succeed, but instead he clamped onto the side of Caprus's hind leg. Blood rushed through his mouth and adrenaline began to pump through his veins. The steroid steadily began to activate, making Blast a killing machine. Blast ripped the chunk he had gripped off, and spat it out. His eyes, now crazed, cared not what spot to attack on Carpus.
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