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Post by Clif on Mar 13, 2007 17:27:12 GMT -5
Chancol realized what Chyna was smirking about, then shrugged, "It was his fault he got into this situation anyway," he whispered.
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Post by fya on Mar 13, 2007 17:42:43 GMT -5
Chyna nodded to Chancol. "Maybe this strengthened him?" she whispered back. Chances were it had weakened the sandshrew, really.
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Post by Clif on Mar 13, 2007 17:59:09 GMT -5
"Pshhh! Yeah right! By the way he cussed at the zangoose...he must'a gotten one hell of an ass-whooping!" Chancol quietly replied, shaking his head. Oddly enough, he was beginning to like Chyna more and more, he really liked her attitude, she wasn't too girlie, which is what his favorite thing about her was.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 13, 2007 18:57:38 GMT -5
Raker opened the cellgate and Scrappy hesitated to even come out at first. Then he rushed out, though walking hurt. He didn't meet the eyes of any of the pokemon now in his midst.
" Well there little one, welcome back to the pack." Raker's voice sounded sarcastic, but then again it usually did.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 13, 2007 19:00:33 GMT -5
Scrappy glared at Chyna, but didn't say anything. He clearly looked like his pride and dignity had been completely broken. He knew he had to get himself out of this slump somehow, but couldn't muster the energy to do it.
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Post by Clif on Mar 13, 2007 19:56:50 GMT -5
Chancol looked at Scrappy, "Let's get outta here for now," he said sighing. He began to walk towards the exit, figuring that the longer they were in the dungeon, the higher the chance of running into the zangoose again, and he was pretty sure that Scrappy didn't want to see them in a very, very long time.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 14, 2007 3:53:45 GMT -5
" Yeah let's go." Raker didn't wait to see if Scrappy followed. If he was too weak to keep up with them then let him die. He could care less.
Scrappy picked up following them, eager for some decent food. The prisoners generally weren't well fed.
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Post by fya on Mar 14, 2007 15:16:13 GMT -5
Syris padded along after Raker and the supposedly 'higher' of the pack. She looked at the other bitches from her pack. "Could..you guys help me carry the little ones?" She could carry two of the tiny poochyenas at a time, but there were 5. She saw their alpha female glaring at her but ignored it. Hopefully someone would help. "We could share the kill the kid will bring back..." she added. She doubted Duran would bring back much.
Chyna rolled her eyes at Scrappy's glare. She stretched her arms and walked along next to Chancol.
Roy groaned and got up, seeing they were moving on. "Ugg," he muttered. He noticed most of the puppy pack were wary to follow. "Come on," he growled. Most of them leapt up at his command. He liked that. So they really thought of him as leader now. That'd be nice, though he guessed they'd shed this loyalty when the growlithe came back as an arcanine.
"So where are we off to?" asked Dalla, looking at Raker. "I think the foothills would be a good place to train and relax. And we can send in some of us to go keep an eye on the arcanines and such." She was getting sick of being her. She'd liked moving around and doing her Horde work that way.
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Post by Clif on Mar 14, 2007 17:17:00 GMT -5
Chancol shrugged as he followed along. In most cases he wasn't a leader to a group of people, he much rather be a follower, as long as the leader was reasonable. "The foothills sounds alright, let's go then," he said walking a bit faster, which was his usual walking pace.
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 14, 2007 18:15:49 GMT -5
" Yes, the foothills sound good," said Raker. Just then, Duran came back. The pup had managed to kill a pikachu, and a well-sized one--almost as big as himself. He dragged the carcass, not even touched other than its being killed, over to Syris. " Here. If you need more I'll go get something else." Duran looked at his five siblings. They looked a little skinny and weak, though four of them seemed to be doing well. They had grown a bit since before.
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Post by fya on Mar 14, 2007 18:27:07 GMT -5
"Thank you," said Syris, setting down the two pups she'd been carrying. She bit into the kill and began to eat it. She couldn't help scarfing most of it down. She noticed a few other bitches from her pack trying to steal a bit. She snapped at them. "not unless you're planning on helping me." They backed away at this. If Duran was going to hunt this well for her then once she was fat they could surely steal some of her kill. A few scraps of meat were leftover. She nudged them to Duran. "Eat. And carry one of them for me please." So no one else would help. Ahh well.
"Righty then," said Dalla with a nod.
{ooc: cont. at the foothills! ^^}
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Post by wynnyelle on Mar 14, 2007 19:54:41 GMT -5
" Yes." Duran wolfed {well, he was a wolf!} it down with a greediness born of extreme hunger. He would have to hunt something down for himself later on. He picked up one pup, the smallest one, since it seemed like it needed care. He faithfully followed them towards the foothills.
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