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Post by fya on Mar 14, 2007 18:29:08 GMT -5
ooc: lol yay for gay titles! ^^
"Here we are," growled Dalla as the pack entered the foothills. The Fortress loomed out above them. The umbreon vaguly hoped that Kiara would find them here. So far, so good. No sign of Marcol and Harcus.
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Post by Clif on Mar 14, 2007 19:28:01 GMT -5
ooc rofl (this is the right thread...right?)
Chancol shrugged his shoulders, to stretch them out a bit. He looked at Scrappy, sort of to see if his 'experience' kept him jumpy or not.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 14, 2007 19:55:54 GMT -5
Scrappy's eyes still held a glazed, faraway look, although he had followed them without a problem. He had still not uttered word the entire time.
Raker came along ahead of Scrappy, not really caring if the sandshrew kept up or not.
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Post by Clif on Mar 14, 2007 21:24:16 GMT -5
"Scrappy, say somethin'," Chancol called out to the sandshrew. "If you keep wallowing in whatever the fuck happened between you and the Zangoose, then they're most likely gonna keep bringing it up..." Chancol didn't really wanna know what happened, cause any thing could happen down there.
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Post by fya on Mar 15, 2007 15:09:20 GMT -5
Chyna looked back at Scrappy as well. "If it was that damn bad then maybe we should just eat cha' up for dinner?" she asked with a dark grin at him. "There all those starvin' houndours, ya know. They'd fight for every last bite of ya."
A few of the skinny houndours glared at Chyna, but she had spoken correctly. After watching Syris scarf down the kill Duran had brought her they were even hungrier. Scrappy or not, the sandshrew looked good. An easy kill for the weak dogs.
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Post by Clif on Mar 15, 2007 17:35:21 GMT -5
Chancol raised a brow and guessed that was right, and it could scare Scrappy out of the state he was in. He laughed a bit, "So if you don't want to be a meal for them--" he motioned towards the dogs "-- then you better stop acting the way you are right now, unless you wanna say what the hell those Zangoose did to you, then we'd know to give you your space," the charmander stated, tilting his head to one side, waiting for an answer.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 15, 2007 20:19:07 GMT -5
" A meal? Me? No way," said Scrappy, getting an old look back into his eyes. " I'm gonna kill those zangooses. And before I do I have a few things I wanna do to them. "
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Post by Clif on Mar 15, 2007 22:54:01 GMT -5
Chancol sighed, "Welcome back...you're finally back to normal," he shook his head, it took way too long to convince Scrappy to snap out of it.
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Post by fya on Mar 16, 2007 15:44:53 GMT -5
Chyna raised her eyebrows. "So what did those assholes do to ya, then?" She wanted to know exactly what. It'd probably get a good kick out of her. She gave Scrappy a smile to convince him she didn't want to know to make fun of him even though she did.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 16, 2007 16:04:46 GMT -5
Scrappy glared at the world. " Nothing."
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Post by fya on Mar 16, 2007 16:31:46 GMT -5
"Aww sure. It couldn't have been -that- bad," said Chyna. She put her claw on Scrappy's shoulder. "You'll feel better if you talk about it, ya know."
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 16, 2007 18:02:37 GMT -5
" I'll just say I'm going to evolve and then kill them," said Scrappy. " Slowly."
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Post by fya on Mar 16, 2007 18:11:29 GMT -5
"Torture? Sounds cool," said Chyna. So this was all they were going to get out of Scrappy. Oh well. She and Chancol could try again later at least.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 16, 2007 18:50:03 GMT -5
Duran came back with a half-eaten rattata. He had been unable to stop himself from eating some of it--he was so hungry. He gave Syris the rest of it. " Here..."
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Post by fya on Mar 16, 2007 19:28:07 GMT -5
"Thank you," said Syris. She took the rat from Duran and scarfed it down. She'd suckled the pups while he'd been gone and now they were sleeping. She noticed a few dogs watching her hungerly from her pack. Then they got up and headed off to hunt.
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Post by Clif on Mar 16, 2007 19:39:40 GMT -5
Chancol shrugged and decided to find something he could kill. His pace wasn't indicating that he was hungry like the dogs, but he was hungry enough to want something to eat.
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Post by fya on Mar 16, 2007 20:13:42 GMT -5
Chyna watched as Chancol shrugged and headed off. "I'm coming," she said. It'd been some time since she'd had a good meal. She jogged after him to catch up with the other charmander.
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Post by Clif on Mar 16, 2007 20:30:06 GMT -5
Chancol looked back to see who was coming after him, when he saw Chyna he slowed down a little. He chuckled a bit, "You need somethin' to eat too? Or are you just following me around?" he said just trying to give his friend a hard time.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 9:55:38 GMT -5
"I can't let you outta my sight, brotha," said Chyna with a laughing sparkle in her eyes. "Naw, I'm hungry too."
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Post by Clif on Mar 17, 2007 11:50:41 GMT -5
Chancol chuckled, liking how Chyna had a sense of humor. Either way, he was getting hungrier by the moment. He traveled in to taller and denser grass, making it easy to set something on fire that was water-deprived. He heard scurrying to his right as he approached, but it happened to be a small flock of pidgey, and they took off at the sound of moving grass, "Damn," he said watching the birds fly away.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 13:47:53 GMT -5
Chyna watched the small flock of pidgey take off into the sky with little chirps of fright. She spotted a ratacate scuffling about in the brush a few yards away. She nudged Chancol and pointed to where the tan rats tail stuck out of the tall grass.
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Post by Clif on Mar 17, 2007 16:07:25 GMT -5
Chancol nodded, looking towards the new prey. He began to creep towards the large rat, positioning himself in a hunter's crouch. Hopefully this would go quickly, unlike when he and Scrappy had attacked the phanpy.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 17, 2007 17:05:48 GMT -5
Scrappy decided to go hunt on his own while the others were hunting too. It would be practice for him when he killed Marcol and Harcus.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 17:49:23 GMT -5
Chyna fell into her hunter's crouch as well and snuck closer to the oblivious rat. It obviously had something good up its nose to not notice the two charmanders.
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Post by Clif on Mar 17, 2007 18:00:50 GMT -5
Chancol dashed and jumped at the rat when he was close enough with his claws outstretched. He was ready to scratch or ember the rat, depending on what happened once he landed. Hopefully Chyna would easily be able to catch it if it began to flee.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 18:32:53 GMT -5
The raticate let out a screech as Chancol's claws drove into its back. It tried to leap away, but Chyna had sent a flame into its face by jumping out in front of it and she had soon grabbed is cheeks in her claws.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 17, 2007 19:06:50 GMT -5
Raker had left to go hunting too...their base would be where Syris, the pups, Duran and the remaining smaller poochyena pups were.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 19:40:59 GMT -5
Dalla padded after Raker. The majority of the houndour pack they had recently recruted had left to hunt by themselves, working better as a pack that knew each other. "Mind if I join ya?" she said to Raker as she came up next to him.
Roy, tired and hungry, had stayed with the puppy pack for a bit. Various pups had slipped off to catch a rat or so. Others remained, hoping to steal kill from the houndour pack. Roy had seen Dalla and Raker move off. He'd wanted to join them, but Syris had interested him. He had guessed she'd be in heat soon and he wanted to father some of his own pups. His head ached dully now. Nothing too bad. "Hey," he said, standing up and walking over to the houndour.
Syris looked up at Roy. She hadn't liked the fight between him and Duran. If Duran had died, then she would have been left with 5 hungry pups and no one to get food. "What do you want?"
"To talk," said Roy. "Just wanted to get to know the pack's hottest ladies." He gave her a lusty smile and wagged his tail a bit. "With a lil more food you'll be the sexiest around."
"Oh?" said Syris. She could play this game. "Then who's the sexiest, may I ask?" Dirty asshole. She'd never let his sick body get on her.
"Heh playful aren't ya?" Roy gave her a little wink. "Sexiest you ask? Oh that umbreon...too bad she's such a bitch..." ~And she already has her man,~ he thought, thinking of Raker. He didn't like her anyway..but any fuck would be a good one, he figured.
"Her? Oh so you have to be evolved I see," growled Syris.
"Naw. She's just got some nice weight on her. With a lil weight you'll be a lot sexier. And you're so much sweeter, babe." With that, he gave her a fast nuzzle.
"G--" Syris stopped talking. It had felt so good..she couldn't just snap at him. And he was strong. He'd beat Duran and evolved. But...how could she have someone like him? He probably just wanted as many kids as he could get anyway.
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Post by Clif on Mar 17, 2007 20:03:52 GMT -5
Chancol held on, embers flying out of his mouth, setting different parts of the grass and raticate on fire. It screeched as it tried rolling around to put the flames out, but Chancol was able to dig his feet into the ground to allow the flames to spread. "Help me out here!" he called out to Chyna, the large rat squirming even more, almost out of the charmander's grip.
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Post by fya on Mar 17, 2007 20:35:44 GMT -5
Chyna dug her claws into the raticate's face and through the flames, she bit its neck. After a few more seconds of squirming, the rat died and dropped to the ground as Chyna let go. "Woo," she muttered, brushing a few ashes off her arms. "Close one."
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