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| She Who Chases the Moon; Dire chase! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 08:59 AM (731 Views) | |
| Seiss | Nov 25 2010, 12:41 PM Post #16 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [yis yis Seiss agrees to hold for you gais of you want.] |
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| Kialish | Nov 26 2010, 05:10 PM Post #17 |
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He was almost successful, so close, that he was flying on that gap between his body and Bloodbites, He could taste victory, feel his success on the winds as he soared... After this, all he had to do was take out that blasted duskstrider, then she was his. His mouth split into a toothy grin, when he heard the bloodlust howl of his opponent below him. He had chosen a dangerous card, and now he was about to pay. He snarled, but the connection was made. He yelped as teeth met flesh and fur was torn from his underbelly. It was obvious the move wasn't meant to kill or maim him, but it sure hurt and blood was flowing. When he landed, he yelped, trying to catch himself like a feline. Why could those dastardly cats do it so easily? He would never understand, but now his own legs betrayed his landing and he fell, chest heaving. For the time being, he paid no heed to the other male, instead he quickly lapped at the blood on his belly. Just licking off most of the blood, he turned his now red stained muzzle at Bloodbite. A seamless growl started in Acers throat, loud and threatening. He was tired of this red dire now, who had caused him much pain. His ears were pinned to the back of his skull and the skin around his teeth were pulled back to expose all his yellow stained fangs. Standing, his tongue red with his own blood lapped at his fangs. His eyes were wide and constricted to small points. He could hear his blood raging in his ears in anger. He would not let the red one win. Blood slid down his leg and dripped from the wound in his belly, slowly clotting. Not a deadly wound at least. Fire burned in his chest, and suddenly it wasn't only about the female. She was close in his range of desires, very close, but right now, he wanted this dires blood on his tongue. With agility that betrayed the pain he was feeling, he launched himself at Bloodbite, maw open and aimed for his leg. Unlike his opponent, he was aiming to cripple, at least temporarily. It was just to slow him down, just to give Acer a leg up. Once he was out of the way, Acer could concentrate on the white duskstrider and the midnight blue fem that lured him from his sleep. |
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| Blood of the Beast | Nov 29 2010, 08:54 PM Post #18 |
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Ande was beginning to hope with all his heart and being that the female would make her choice soon. He was already feeling his frail lungs burning, his blood thundering loudly through his veins and almost drowning out the threatening sounds of competition behind him. It was all he could do to keep up his energetic gait, for fear more of injury to himself than for the sake of the female. He had certainly felt the red Sundasher's fangs just miss taking a few inches off his tail, and the close contact only served to spur him further to his limit. From every angle, claws both animal and otherwise reached to tear at his body, to splash red on a canvas already rubbed with brown. His ears hung halfway back on his head, attentively catching the sounds from the Sundashers who seemed quite concerned with ripping each others' guts out. But Ande would not mind. He had a higher purpose-- staying alive AND claiming a prize. Just so long as he could keep himself going, he would manage to keep himself out of the Sundasher's fight... probably. By no means was he afraid of blood, but he didn't think even this female was worth injury. His rider would be so worried if he came back hurt... Ande didn't want to think about that. It would be decided soon, what his fate would be. And then she was slowing... was this the end? But no, a misplaced paw almost cost him the run as he realized just why the new caution was merited. Quicksand. With a soft, barely audible whine, Ande drew his paw away from the deadly sand, having just escaped serious entrapment. And this was where he was suddenly thankful for his lineage. Being such a lighly-built creature, he was less susceptible to the tight grip of the mires than the others. Fleetfooted and slim, his reduced weight meant he did not sink as easily as the larger, bulkier males and even the female. Perhaps he could afford to take chances, if the Sundashers forced him to. It seemed imminent, but perhaps his small body would be an advantage. Where he most certainly would not win in a direct fight, if he could outmaneuver them, he could be on the road to success. His attention was quickly drawn back to the female as she seemed to deftly avoid the mires, and his lips drew back to inhale her scent. With one last cursory glance to the warring Sundashers behind him, he slowed and took a few trot steps, filling his lungs with glorious night air before pushing his tired muscles one last time, his form fluidly gliding across the ground after her. |
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| Seiss | Dec 7 2010, 11:46 PM Post #19 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [Sorry folks, unfortunately this has to come to a close. Thank you very much tot he participants! Wish I could say more but I need to run Dx] When she had raced long and hard till the cold misted off her in faint misting trails, Morrigane cast a brief glance to a log rushing downriver. She contemplated crossing, but the urge within her gnawed a hungry hole in her belly. She wheeled in an abrupt twist of her body, whisking around in the opposite direction, nose flaring to scour the scent of blood shed. She sighted the Moonrunner first, white and gleaming just a pace away. Her paws pounded harder against the earth compared to the skimming touches of his. His moon white fur was unmarred, sleek and slightly ruffled by the wayward fingers of the wind. He was a peaceful one and humble to acknowledge his own limits, courteous to her despite her less than welcome reception. He could have come close to her rear, or shoved himself next to her, worst yet, raced past her. But he had not. The others had underestimated him, but within her silvery grey eyes, she offered him respect. Slowing to a lope, Morrigane reached, stepping out of her reserved shell to touch the male's flank with her nose as she passed. A gesture to show she had seen his qualities and a concealed, polite way to tell him no. With a light dance of padded feet, she tossed her head towards him. A whine scrapped from her unused throat that was cut cleanly with a short bark of farewell. Then she returned to her intended path, trotting towards the two remaining Sundashers. She wanted him and she should not have to wait any longer. The pair were still tumbling and snapping away at each other at the edge of the marshes. Both had drawn blood. The scent of iron mingling with the two clashing musks filled her senses to the bone. She would have let them fight, but instinct demanded otherwise- to choose. So she did, without warning, silent as always, she lunged between them. A flash of teeth and swiping claws, she drove them apart, wheeling first to snarl noiselessly at Acer. He reeked of the alpha male, just like Bloodbite. His ferocity and vigour drove a thick shot of heated drug straight through her veins, a calling of her own blood recognising compatible genetics. But no, not this one. Morrigane spun, lightning quick, pivoting her weight on hind paws. An audible snarl, raw and scrapping against her throat exploded. She launched herself, parted jaws first at Bloodbite before forepaws came to trap him in her grip. Fangs closed to sink a crisp bite on Bloodbite's neck, brief but hard enough to draw blood and leave a distinct mark on the blood coloured male. His taste, his scent and his voice wove a honeyed net to sink into her skin, and deeper still to burn bright need in her veins. Then as soon as she had come, she turned tail, brushing her snout under his chin, a warm tongue laved over the wound she had made. Coy and with the intention to bait, she slipped beneath his jaw, lusciously curled spine teasing a long stroke to her tail tip under his chin. With only an inviting backward glance, she bid him come, and loped in search of seclusion. |
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| Carni | Dec 9 2010, 10:22 AM Post #20 |
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((I'm so sorry I kept delaying this Thread for so long, it had to be finished before we were. And dayum, that was unexpected, really... I thought she might pick anyone but him...)) Bloodbite had charged headlong into his Opponent, using his long horns to try and stab him whilst his teeth tore at his leg, ripping through thick layers of skin and fur until blood ran from his upper arm, steaming in the cold air. He had only just wrenched himself free once more, breathing heavily when she returned. The Godess of the Moon. She lunged between them, a liquid shadow, dancing in front of them both. He backed away when she drove them apart, wincing as he tried to put weight on his wounded leg, fresh blood pouring over his already soaked, red fur. She snarled at Acer first and Bloodbite felt a warm wash of statisfaction, until suddenly, she spun. And leapt. Helplessly he watched as she threw herself at his throat, rearing but incapable of a proper defense. She surely was a force to be reckoned with. Fear lanced through his bones for a moment as her teeth gripped his neck, his heart pounding so hard, he thought it might explode any moment. She could probably taste his pulse on her tongue and in her teeth just then. But she did not kill him. Instead, she released him, teased him with her tongue, brushing against his cheek, her tailtip waving oh so tempting in front of him. And then... she was gone again. Slower this time. Only slowly did he realise that she had chosen him. Chosen him among all the males. Him. And him alone. With one last, dark stare at Acer, he trotted after her. He could have loaped, danced for her, but his leg did not obey. He could hardly bear putting any weight on it and every third step or so he skipped, leaving a trail of small, red spots as he went. After his mate. After Morrigane. His Morrigane. |
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