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Post by Sharp on Aug 17, 2008 10:48:16 GMT -5
"Please! I'm sorry!"
The desperate cry of a young dog was a sting of pitched noise on the otherwise chilled, biting autumn wind, visible as it spilled forth from between parted, panting jaws. In the midst of the central mountain hills, a smallish sighthound type breed, cowering close to the ground in a shadow of massive proportions by comparison, her emerald gaze wide and red with tears of an anguish unknown to the casual observer but decipherable to a smart one.
Dark against even the black shadow he cast from his feet in the late afternoon sun, a towering figure came to a hault somewhere in front of the fearful hound, small, white-tipped paws creating echoing thuds in the grass as they fell, heavy beneath all 130-pounds of brute force and testoerone. A great dane: as tall and as powerful as the breed's name suggested, yet clearly only partially influenced by it. Behind him, a stubbed tail wiggled menacingly, twitching like the tip on a hunting cat's comparatively lengthy tail while, up front, a short squished in muzzle parted to reveal a set of shining white teeth, no less dangerous than those belonging to a canine of a standard muzzle size. He ran a tongue over his jowls tauntingly.
"You bit me wench... I cannot say that I approve."
His voice rolled from his jaws like a tornado: loud, rumbling, dangerous. It seemed to burn the female in his shadow like the lit end of a cigarette and she cringed. Turning from her briefly, the massive brindled brute took a moment to lap tenderly at a bleeding cut on his much lower underside. By the time he turned back, his amusement had dissipated. Apparently this female had lost all of her usefulness to him.
"I do not approve at all."
Punctuating his sentence with action, he lunged at the hound with a swiftness that beguiled his size and breed, the side of her neck disappearing into his blackened maw. Her air cut off and her body now dangling from his powerful grip, the sighthound could neither scream nor plead nor beg for mercy. She'd been hoping the male would simply go back to toying with her. Unfortunately for her, she was fatally mistaken.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 17, 2008 12:58:47 GMT -5
ooc: My post looks pweny to yours!!!!!!
Slash was padding threw the forest. He could hear the crunch of leaves under is paws. Not really paying attention the the scream he just heard. Honestly he really didn't care he wasn't the nosy type, he just minded his own business and didn't like other dogs sticking there noses in his! Unfortunately for those who do get a rude awakening. Not necessarily a fight, Slash has been know to do some....weird things.
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 17, 2008 14:08:33 GMT -5
OoC: Mind if I join in? :3 A thick, shining black head raised and looked to the west when a shrill cry had been let loose. Standing, the massive Neapolitan mastiff sniffed the wind with his smallish nose. He began to walk in the direction of the cry without a second thought.
Upon arrival, he sighted the large great dane mix. Dangling limply from the stranger's mouth was a younger female dog. "What a waste of a female, eh?" He commented, in a dark, heavy voice. Blood red orbs stared emotionlessly at the dane as he awaited some sort of reply.
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Post by silvermoon on Aug 17, 2008 20:00:51 GMT -5
Kucha lazily streatched. A scream stopped him in mid yawn. He instantly closed his mouth and perked his ears. He had no intention of getting in a fight but he couldn;t resist watching. His feet bounded acroos the grass. his muscels pumped for speed. he didn;t want to miss any chance of picking up any fighting moves. He came to a sudden halt. Not far from him was a big great dane with a limp dog in it's jaws. Another dog was talking to the dane. Kucha cursed under his breath to have missed the fight. He stuck around anyway, not really having anywhere else to go. as he saw some blood drop from the females body he couldn;t help but to feel a little sad for her.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 18, 2008 10:47:35 GMT -5
Slash picked up the scent of otheer dogs. If there was a fight he wanted to see! He followed the scent to see a Great Dane mix and another big blak dog. He also saw another male hidding and a female hanging limp from the Great danes mixes mouth. He twitched his nose and stayed behind the tree. Luckly he was down wind from the two huge dogs.
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 18, 2008 12:54:30 GMT -5
OoC: Shadow, isn't it Sharp's turn before yours?
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Post by Shadow on Aug 18, 2008 13:00:06 GMT -5
ooc: Ohhh....oh well. Sorry xP
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 18, 2008 13:08:20 GMT -5
OoC: Ok ... Sharp, you can go ^^'
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Post by Sharp on Aug 18, 2008 13:30:44 GMT -5
((Whoah! Where'd all these people come from? XD;; lol)) Cropped ears already as tall as can be, it would be sort of odd to claim that they "perked" at all when a third party entered the area. At best, they twitched a little, moving slightly sideways before returning to their original forward position. Following their lead, the dane mix turned his heavy, block-shaped head to face a figure that honestly, but not noticeably, surprised him.
It was not often that he met a dog who was physically darker than he was.
Grinning around the carcass in his teeth, he took a moment to toss the female aside nonchalantly, throwing her limp body to the ground off to his right. She skidded to a stop in the grass a length or so away, her body twitching weakly as her brain deteriorated without oxygen. She was dead by the end of the dane's reply.
"I don't know. She served her purpose well enough. Not the worst female I've ever had the 'pleasure' of meeting."
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 18, 2008 14:03:07 GMT -5
Wilska kept an unimpressed expression as he watched the female twitch until death. He turned his sunken-in gaze on the dane brute. He studied his body. He was thinner than the neapolitan, but his legs and neck were not as thick. Wilska was definately heavier, though not as tall. The many scars that covered the dane's body told that he was obviously some sort of fighter or scrapper. Wilska's sagging lips curled into a grin. This male could be fun to mess with.
"Shame. I hear those things can be reuseable." He said in a teasing voice. "Heh, who knew?" He joked in an evily amused voice. He stepped forward and raised his head to the stranger. "Now .. What purpose have you in this region?" He said, becoming more serious.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 24, 2008 18:32:31 GMT -5
ooc: Winter......wasnt it my turn?
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 24, 2008 20:34:24 GMT -5
OoC: You took Sharp's turn, so that round just counted. Now Sharp should go again, then you, then myself.
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Post by Sharp on Aug 25, 2008 14:11:23 GMT -5
((Actually, it's silvermoon's turn now. I literally JUST posted, wouldn't make any sense of me to go again.))
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Post by wint3rheart on Aug 25, 2008 16:07:07 GMT -5
(OoC: Right! Sorry about that. ^^')
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Post by Sharp on Aug 30, 2008 10:54:10 GMT -5
((So I'm thinking the posting order goes Shadow, Sharp, Wint3rheart, Silvermoon (based on the last four posts). But, since Silvermoon hasn't been on in about a week, and hasn't posted for almost two, I say it's safe to skip her turn so this thread doesn't die like all the others done with a group. So, Shadow, it would be nice if you could post and we can pick up the order again from there.))
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