Sable
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I can only be pushed so far, pushing my family is too far.
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Post by Sable on Jun 23, 2015 12:49:18 GMT -6
My paws are sure to be raw from the amount of walking I have done in the past few weeks. The pack I had just left was destined to break apart within a very short period of time due to the sheer number of immature wolves and lack of structure, and I did not want to be a part of that. What I needed was a pack that I could lead openly, but so far the lands had not been so willing to produce such followers. This town has interesting scents and sights, even if I only stay for a short period of time, the inviting square should at least lead to a tasty snack.
I held me head high, my tail up as well to show my position; I am no push over, I am an alpha and everyone who sees me will know it. I could change to my human form, but it feels more like a coat then my fur one. In a new place, I'd prefer to be myself. Having fangs and claws also helps my confidence.
People wander past me and seem not to be too interested which I take to mean that they do not care that a wolf is wandering around the town, or they simply haven't noticed me yet. Maybe I can find a weak pack that I can take over, who knows how many more towns I am willing to try before I give in to being a permanent loner.
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ryogamkara
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Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
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Post by ryogamkara on Jun 24, 2015 0:44:45 GMT -6
The hood placed over his head, his leather mask hiding a part of his face for safety. Ryo had nearly been near this point thousands of times in enemy territory back when his services where given in Shiraz along with his Brotherhood. No doubt that the conflict between the Dark Temple and the Silver Scale had pushed him into secrecy yet for the Dark Lady everything was worth it,without the shadow of a doubt.
Supplies were what he needed, food, drinks even odd material such as crystals of various shapes and colours, candles, ceremonial knife and more. What else was he to need? He walked through a couple shops looking and finding a rag doll in the shape of a dragon, odd to say that he would buy such a thing yet the darkest of ideas crept his mind along with a smile that showed no good intentions. He made his way a little more along the shops buying and trading things in hope of not being tracked by Scale members.
Then he realized; a wolf walking amongst humans? A werewolf of course, his nose was just sharp to recognize their scent. Surely that wolf would know better than to strike him if he could smell the Demon off of him. He prayed to god that it wasn't Wulfric, heavens knew the shit that would happen if he were to fight him in the Town Square. Looking towards the wolf he decided to throw him a piece of meat as some kind of mockery along with a good intention to distract him while he booked his way through the people hurrying towards the a crowd and maze of shops and civilians.
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Sable
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I can only be pushed so far, pushing my family is too far.
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Post by Sable on Jun 24, 2015 14:49:53 GMT -6
My eyes jerk as something lands to my left. Curious, I sniff it and realize it is a scrap of meat and I growl deep in my throat at the notion of taking scraps. I jerk my head up to see a shape running further into the maze of shops and people and decide to give chase. Teeth bared, I tear after them, using my nose to sniff any scent he may be giving off.
A sharp scent burns down my nostrils, a scent that can only be demons. I snort in protest, but keep the chase going if not for pride alone. I memorize his scent in case I lose sight the demon; he will not escape.
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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on Jun 24, 2015 15:34:01 GMT -6
After packing his things he heads to the town square to pick up a few things he was missing walking throw the crowded street watching two figures running throw the people and shops bored he gives case to the pair hopping to get one last good fight in before leaving, gaining on what looks to be another werewolf and the unforgetable sent of no other then Ryo "what the in the nine hells has he got himself into now" drawing his longbow putting an arrow past both of them and in to a shop sign as a warning shot and as a challenge to both of them before pulling out his twin war axes out again giving case to them
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Sable
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I can only be pushed so far, pushing my family is too far.
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Post by Sable on Jun 24, 2015 16:58:00 GMT -6
I snarl as an arrow shoots over head. I don't slow down, but turning my head I get a view of the new peruser. I make sure he sees my fangs and raise my tail higher to show my dominance before putting on some extra speed and pushing myself harder after the original target. If this new target wishes to follow us, I have enough teeth to go around. I am an alpha, and no one will get the better of me. Being a kintu, I am stronger than the average wolf and I have faith in my abilities.
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ryogamkara
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Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
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Post by ryogamkara on Jun 25, 2015 2:50:29 GMT -6
Ryo smelled another hunter, again of wolf kin; damn it. So a kintu and now Wulfric was actually chasing him now. He felt the zoom of an arrow miss him by an inch, the horrible sensation of bring close to death nearly gave him a heart attack. He quickly skipped through the crowd and landed near two scale guards. In a swift movement he threw two daggers and teleported behind them slitting their throats.
In an insane smile of evil; Ryo licked the blood off of a guard's neck throwing him at his pursuers laughing. As quickly as it happened, Ryo's glowing purple eyes zoomed through the crowd like a slithering snake into tunnels. Ryo jumped, slide, dodged and swung through the kiosks and shops until before him were the Lomash Plains. If he was lucky he would survive and run far away enough to be safe from them.
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Sable
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I can only be pushed so far, pushing my family is too far.
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Post by Sable on Jun 25, 2015 7:09:54 GMT -6
My paws scrap painfully as I skid to a stop when the demon teleports. A guard is cruelly killed before bing thrown in my direction. I growl in discuss as such a callus act of murder. He will not escape me. Careful to use both my nose and eyes, I follow his movements through the city, not taking another step in case it is in the wrong direction. My ears track the movements of the new peruse, making sure he keeps a reasonable distance from me.
I track the demon to the end of the city limits and tear after him before he can get away. Pride is on the line.
I get within a few feet and plant myself behind him, haunches raised, teeth bared, and tail raised high with confidence. A loud snarl escapes me as anger flows anew.
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After a few moments waiting, I snap my jaws in a warning, turn around and run into the distance. No point wasting time with the likes of them.
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