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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 17:33:52 GMT -5
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of steel toe-capped combat boots rustling on leaves was quiet, but loud enough to be heard. Enough to be heard by a pack of hungry, rabid wolves. They growled and turned towards their prey.
The man turned around, his woodland camo clothes not fooling the wolves for a second. He smirked, holding out a hand as if he wanted the wolf to shake his hand.
The wolves growled as one lunged at them.
The man grinned as a machine gun slid out from his sleeve, strapped to his wrist. He gripped the hand and fired, hitting the wolf right between the eyes and killing it. The man leapt back as another one of the guns came out from his other sleeve. He pointed them at the wolves, that were backing off slightly. "That's right... back away." He relaxed slightly until another wolf lunged at him. He fired a sustained burst at the wolves, killing them all. He turned away from the corpses and carried on, following the trail of purple blood he'd found.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 17:38:40 GMT -5
A wolf, much larger than the others, appeared before him, not growling, but staring. The Alpha Female's bright green eyes stared, full of wisdom and courage but the the slyness of a 14-year old. She stood on four large paws, gazing, her ears pricked foreward and her head upright.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 17:40:45 GMT -5
The man went to point his weapon at the wolf, but then stopped, lowering his arm. His eyes stared into hers and he walked straight past her, dropping the clips from his weapons and shoving fresh ones in.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 17:44:11 GMT -5
The wolf growled, but let him pass. Then she followed him, looking at this ankles, and legs, wondering if she should bite or not.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 17:45:25 GMT -5
The man's weapon pointed at the wolf's face. "Don't." He warned her, stopping.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 17:47:18 GMT -5
The wolf bared her teeth, then, feeling challenged, bit his leg, showing no signs of letting go.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 17:48:15 GMT -5
The man winced and fired a four-round burst into the back of the wolf's neck.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 17:51:26 GMT -5
The wolf didn't let go, but was forced to morph into a girl with long brown hair and green eyes. She finally let go, after losing some blood and backed away, wincing. Oddly enough, Desdemona was still alive.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 17:55:21 GMT -5
The man crouched down and removed his backpack. Unzipping one of the pockets, he pulled out a bandage and wrapped it round his leg, holding it in place with a pin. He zipped the backpack up again and put it on. It wasn't until then he'd notice the wolf morph. He looked at her. "What's the big idea?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 17:57:59 GMT -5
"You attacked us, my family, I attacked you." Desdemona said though without much heart to it like something else was blocking her actions.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 18:00:22 GMT -5
"Well, your family shouldn't have been attacking me." He said. Gripping hard and then releasing the handles of his weapons, they withdrew into his coat sleeves again. He turned and began walking away.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 18:01:05 GMT -5
"They wouldn't have..." Des smirked. "If I hadn't told them to."
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 18:08:14 GMT -5
The man turned and kicked Des in the shin, before walking off.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 18:10:38 GMT -5
Des blinked, then lunged at him, biting his shoulder.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 18:39:55 GMT -5
The man growled and threw Des over his shoulder, throwing his arm back, one of the machine guns emerging.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 18:45:13 GMT -5
Des pulled out a pistol, not hesitating to shoot into his stomach.
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 18:50:23 GMT -5
The man doubled over and went to shoot Des, when he was knocked Unconscious.
Gary stood behind the man, holding a bat. "You alright?" He asked Des.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 4, 2005 18:56:20 GMT -5
Des shrugged. "I could be worse... He got me in the worst of spots though..." She said, teleporting a turtle neck sweater on. "But you don't have to worry."
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Post by GBird on Nov 4, 2005 19:20:20 GMT -5
Gary picked up the wounded soldier and remoed his weapons and backpack, throwing them in front of Des. "I know he attacked you, but nonetheless, we should help him." He said, picking the soldier up and resting him over his shoulder..
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 5, 2005 9:53:36 GMT -5
"I know that." Des nodded, standing up wearily.
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