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 Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 2:01 pm
Rancune laid next to a clawed-up boulder snoozing. Snuggled up in his starry red blanket he slept under a diamond-filled black silk sky. He seemed to be having a nice dream. The only sound that could be heard was a cricket's chirping, and the wind's slight brush against the short trimmed grass. Rancune's breathing was slow as his flank rose and fell.
What a lie, illusion. Peace? He was never at peace. He was probably dreaming of malice and havoc, destruction and chaos. Yummeh, wrath.~
That just the kind of ulaya Rancune was. He cared for no one but himself and his brother and his blanket. Hopefully there was someone out there that could knock a little sense into him... probably not though. Oh well.~
Turning over his claw flew and scraped the boulder, three new white lines to join the many others. The sound did not wake him up, but seemed to make him very happy.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:40 pm
Belynda lie in the grass, a single golden eye open, and seeing to the world. Though it was pitch black out, she could still see. Her eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness; her one and only friend.
Lyn lay there, unmoving, for hours. She enjoyed the cold silence and darkness that came with the presence of the night. But suddenly, her dark gray, tufted ears twitched, along with that came the jingle of her jewelry. Someone is out there, she noted, both her eyes now open, and searching the darkness for the source of the odd news that had alerted her of the other. Lyn shuffled her dark-colored paws and stood; her golden eyes now formed into slits, glaring into the darkness.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:53 pm
Victim.
Rancune's eye flashed open, them glowering. Though grumpy from being awoken there was prey. Prey, yes, new prey to torture was good. Getting up and draping his blanket over him he looked around, where, where was she? He longed to hurt another, it's been too long, far too long. Opening his mouth slightly he tasted the wind and caught the others scent.
There... Quickly he followed the direction it came from, prowling slowly with his haunches cracking as he stretched out a bit at the same time.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:46 pm
Trotting forward, Lyn continued to search the darkness. Her eyes flashed about in the darkness, taking note of every single detail the night held. The few stars overhead that shone brightly; the near-absence of the moon; and that single spider weaving it's web between two lone trees.
She continued to look about the land, when she sniffed the air. Lightly at first, she soon began to drink in the scent. Another was around. But where?
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:01 pm
He narrowed his eyes, see a silhouette in the far distance. There she be... He broke out into a silent dash, making sure not to lose his blanket. Not much longer now; his hatred towards the other bloomed, not able to contain his excitement of hoping for a fight.
Now! He was in range, and jumped out with paws extended, claws unsheathed, preparing to latch onto the other as he pounced. ...Oh wait, crap! He had never actually fought another that had horns and a long tail to fight with, and even worse he didn't actually fight that often (being that he was a kit of solitude).
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