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Post by wint3rheart on Mar 5, 2009 20:09:08 GMT -5
OoC: Sure. :3 Sorry, I've been braindead recently. Pro turns to kick at Fabius and is momentarily distracted from Hat.
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Post by Teffi on Mar 6, 2009 16:33:20 GMT -5
Her speed was almost too much for the pure bred, as she felt herself just "whizz" on straight to the black and white dog. Hatshepsut's jaw muscles twitched as she latched onto her target's leg, just before landing Good. she quickly thought, hearing the Munsterlander's proud comments. Her long ears paid no heed to them, instead her razor sharp [assasin canines] teeth easily made their way to the dog's bone. Blood had splattered everywhere, and some of it was her very own. As it seemed, the male dog had grabbed the back of her neck as she dug her weapons into his fore leg. But no worries, she knew that her breed's double coat and thick neck would prove to her advantage. And so, the unique colored fae, kept applying pressure to his leg; much thinner then her neck. She knew if she kept this up, his leg would snap in a matter of seconds.
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Post by wint3rheart on Mar 7, 2009 15:22:52 GMT -5
Current Posting Order: Wint3rheart, Teffi, Kana, Shenkka, Mercy, Amon, then Keisan.
-- It is currently Kana's turn. --
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Post by Kana on Mar 11, 2009 14:33:40 GMT -5
Kana was pleased with how much power she'd gained in that bark. It was no magic, just the power of a quiet voice letting its opinion be known. The doberman's bright purple ords were locked on the small dog she was practically running over. Her paws dug into the ground, her lowered head connection with the small body. A yelp was all the small thing could manage. Friends aren't such a great thing are they? So... distracting. The voices mocked in her head. She agreed with them, packmates on the other hand...
Her jaws were streached ridicously wide, you could say it looked like something out of a cartoon. It was a bit to much of a horror scene than a cartoon moment though. The doberman's assassin trained top fangs seeked to dig in behind Ekki's skull, while her bottom teeth went for a grip under the dog's jaw. With a bite like that she'd shake her head until the dog's spine disconnected from her head or maybe just long enough to leave ever lasting scars along the small Finnish Lapphund's face. If those keen jaws missed... she'd lock onto to Ekki's shoulder and maul the flesh as far as she could shread.
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Post by shenkka on Mar 14, 2009 0:27:22 GMT -5
Muna stared at the battlefield, still a bit at loss. Wow. This is ridiculous! This pack can hardly defend their own territory. he thought unhappily. I wonder.. Should I even be here? Maybe I might get something out of helping one of the packs.
So, Muna looked around, trying to find an opponent. He didn't necessarily see anyone needing help at the moment, so he continued to stand there. But when he saw the strange dog's jaws widen, Muna couldn't help but widen his eyes. She's full of surprises.
((Rexan isn't included because he's still out cold XD))
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Post by wint3rheart on Mar 14, 2009 12:32:48 GMT -5
(( Ekki isn't a husky, she's a Finnish Lapphund ))
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Post by Kana on Mar 14, 2009 13:16:48 GMT -5
ooc;; Editted, all good now
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Post by Sawyer on Mar 17, 2009 0:41:32 GMT -5
On the edge of the battlefield, a set of silent paws stalked their way among the underbrush. Scenting the air and taking in his surroundings, the pointed ears of a Shepherd pricked forward towards the sounds of a tremendous fight involving fellow canids.
Slowly, without even rustling the bushes around him, he made his way towards the open ground and surveyed the scene before him. A large group of dogs were at each others throats, by the looks of it, two opposing packs were fighting over the territory. Muscles twitching in eagerness, the decision of whether or not to join the brawl was decided. The only question holding him back for the moment, was which side to take.
Fabius' paws glided effortlessly over the soft ground beneath him as he approached his target, Pro. He turned his thin, pointed ears away from him as a sharp, loud bark came from behind him, the large, black dane hadn't been deterred from Pro's previous order. Though quickly closing the distance, Fab still hadn't reached the Musterlander when the bark came, causing his kick to come just shy a few inches from his muzzle.
The action left a welcomed and unexpected opening for the excited Doberman. Swerving his head slightly, he planned to close his jaws as soon as he touched fur and flesh. But how far up would it meet? He wasn't sure, but the furthur up it was, the more damage he would cause, and the more fun it would be for him to make it. The sight of his boss' neck in the dogs fangs only made the deed better deserved.
It wasn't difficult for Remus to make his decision. Formerly being in the military, he loathed invaders, so he would help the current residents get rid of their infestation. However, it was harder to distiguish between the members of the different packs. One thing was for sure, the scent marks surrounding the area belonged to a fellow Shepherd female.
Quickly picking her out of the crowd of fighters, she had a death grip on a black and white dog's leg who in turn had his jaws around the back of her neck. There was a doberman with some interesting upgrades that appeared to be going after her assailent, so obviously he was a member of her own pack. Behind him though, and closing, a large Dane was chasing him. Invader. Foe. Target.
Without hesitation, Remus charged forward and joined the fight. Smoothly, he leapt overPro, Hat, and Fabius and landed on the other side of them. As soon as he touched the ground, he made his way towards Remu, swerving his body in a fast, zig-zag pattern as he approached him. "Why don' you fight with someone your own size and intelligence? There's a nice boulder over there, you great tölpel!" Remus shouted, saying the last word in German to further confuse the Dane. ((tölpel - German for dolt))
His sleek, tan and black body moved in almost a blurred motion. As he approached his new opponent's body, he swerved left at the last second, though lowered his head to merely nip at the dog's legs, not to cause injury, just to annoy it more. Once he was passed, Remus dug his pads into the ground and turn 180 degrees to head into the opposent direction, back towards the dogs. Coming up along side him again, Remus nipped at the Dane's legs a second time. His hopes were to agrivate the dog so much, that he set his sole attention on him. This time, once he was passed, he stopped and turned to face him, teeth bared and ready to really fight.
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Post by Amon on Mar 19, 2009 22:05:49 GMT -5
Pain's fangs had hit their mark. The feel of another's spine in his mouth. A guttural noise of utter pleasure sounded. The red hound was very impressed with the Finnish dog. "Just my type..." he muttered before twisting his head to see how the dog would react.
Sorrow watched as Pain held the dog in his teeth. "Aren't you going to take your revenge?" The dog blindly trashed tearing gashes into Pain's body as he watched Sorrow with blank eyes. The hybrid said nothing. Instead she turned to leave, silently her paws navigated the useless chaos around her into the surrounding forest.
Pain snorted and turned his attention back to the canine held tightly in his mouth...
Cerule kept eye contact with the dominant black dog. Blue and bloody red were fixed on each other, both staring into one another. The two were so close together that the Dane could feel the mastiff dog's breath on his face as he nearly spat the words to him. CC lunged forward as Wilska had his back to him and took his chance. A steel set of teeth arced their way to the massive dog's spine....
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Post by wint3rheart on May 2, 2009 19:27:40 GMT -5
Pro stared down emotionlessly at the enemy crushing his leg. He watched for quite awhile, before taking hold of a branch from a nearby tree and slowly and painfully snapping it off. He stared down at Hat again for a few moments, and then whipped his head to one side, and then went in for a powerful stab to her ribcage with the sharp-tipped branch.
Ekki stared at the fangs above her as they came at her within seconds, though it seemed like it took ages. Then suddenly a burst of tan fur appeared out of nowhere and blocked Ekki from the harmful fangs. Unfortunately, the saluki had allowed the doberman to get a good hold on the base of his neck, right above his bony shoulders. He knew this didn't look so good for his sake, but he could not let the Finnish pup meet an end so early in life. Ekki gasped and stood up. "Jouko, why'd you do that!? I would have handled it!" She tried sounding angry. Jouko looked down at her, but didn't answer. He didn't know what to say.
The mind of the large dane didn't register the fact that he was being spoken to. His eyes were unable to move from his target, and therefor, the oncoming enemy had been completely overlooked. He didn't feel the nips at his legs at all, but when the new enemy stood in front of him, he yelled. "Te olette hullu typerys!" ((translation: Finnish; You are a crazy fool!")) He had not a thought in the world that he had just spoken Finnish to a dog that was speaking English and German. To him, they were all the same language. He let out a fierce roar as he increased his speed and got closer and closer, losing his train of thought. If the enemy didn't move, Remu would barrel right into him.
Umbra growled and turned, in a blind fury, to snap at the enemy on his back. ((right? i'm kind of confused. i hope i'm talking about the same dog xD)) He planned on breaking the top jaw of this enemy. All of his nerves and instincts were raging as Hell. He'd kill the next creature that gave him the chance and he'd eat it alive.
Wilska heard and had expected Cerule's attack. He turned around in an instant to snarl and jump up at the oncoming dog, planning on taking firm hold onto his neck, which was left exposed. His chain clanked and sparkled bright in the sunlight. Behind him, Phaedra made a loud shriek, much like that of a lightning striking metal.
((Ooc: Sorry guys. I've been busy on my own RP site as well as deviantART. I have to say, now that I stepped back to look at this, this thread is very clichée and I doubt it will go anywhere .. ^^' ))
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Post by Teffi on May 3, 2009 0:40:58 GMT -5
Since Wint3r is not around anymore and this thread is just way too old and abandoned, this is what happened:
Seeing The Macabre Militia's power and dermination;Wilska and his gang were forced to leave.
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