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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:58 pm
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The she-Wolf braced herself as the building shook. Why was he so damned angry? Oh yeah, the whole killing his boss thing. Though, he seemed to encourage the act. Maybe she was in the middle of some coup? But her only option was to follow the new guy. Follow him or get squashed. And she just fought tooth and nail, literally, to stay alive. No way was a building ruining that now.
He whirled on her just as she was resolving herself to following his orders and put the gun in her face again. A little on edge, he was. But she was in no mood to cater to his fears. She shoved the rifle away from her face and stomped right up to him. "You listen here, a*****e, a lobotomy sounds real nice right about now. Considering the fact that your boss pushed his d**k into my face in preparation for a good ol' fashioned face rape. So, how about you cool it, and I won't push my luck, yeah? That way we can both get out of here unmaimed." She was in no mood for more orders, so she shoved past him and moved carefully down the hall, as all hell broke loose around her and the building threatened to collapse in on itself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 11:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:40 pm
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Larka sneered at his pained expression. He made no noise, but he still felt pain. Good, so he wasn't some demon spawn, like her friends would say about soldiers. If it bled, she could kill it. When he grabbed her by her scruff, she really wanted to test his mortality then. "********," she growled, swinging her fists in no attempt to hurt him, just blowing off steam.
The butt of yet another rifle prodded her body. She snarled and rolled her shoulder to get it off. "I'm goin', army brat." She began walking, with her back to him. If he wanted to kill her, he'd have done it, so she felt no fear with him at her back. Besides, this gave her the opportunity to silently mock him. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts, but her hands imitated him talking and her mouth mocked him as well. 'Fuggin' soldiers. Immediately assume leadership when the spot is open. Not a single one of them is a follower. Fuggin' pricks..,' she thought to herself as she walked.
She didn't know what to do. She had to get back to the girls to see if they were alright. The three of them were older than Larka, but they didn't know how to defend themselves. She usually sent them all in a group to scavenge in the deader parts of town, that way the danger is decreased. But she didn't want to lead this musclehead to their hideout. No one else knew about it, and she didn't want him bringin' in any more buddies he might have.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 6:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 10:24 am
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Larka didn't know how to answer him. She didn't want him to think he could just take whatever friends she had. But she didn't want him to kidnap her either. Though, if he wanted to, he'd had all the opportunity in the world. This soldier was just too weird. So, she settled on shrugging nonchalantly. He could take that however he wanted. Then, she waved a paw at him and his suggestion, "Yeah, yeah. I got ya'. Shut my mouth and follow like a good little puppy."
The female chewed at a claw as she paused a four-way street. Right took them straight to her hideout. Left took them out of the city, which the coyote would probably know she'd duped him. Straight ahead was a collection of residential places reduced to rubble with some standing support systems. There were quite a few civilians living there, but she never trusted living near a bunch of people. And she didn't want to lead him to more people he might take as captive. ******** had paused for too long, he might know something was up. So instead, she made it seem like she was taking a break. She stretched, her back arching and her hands high above her head. She stretched all the way until she could see him upside down, behind her. She stuck her tongue out at him and righted herself. She tilted her head until dull cracks were heard. She cracked her knuckles and flexed her fingers and wrists.
Straight ahead. It was better others than her or her friends. She set back to chewing her claw, anxious over how she would manage to shake him. Her tail twitched as she walked and thought.
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