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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 20, 2012 19:33:39 GMT -5
Alarice sniffed the sand. Her white coat glimmered in the sun as she high stepped across the sand dunes. Blue eyes held danger and death as she stopped to look around. She wished someone would mess with her. She ached for a fight, to rip into someone and teach them a lesson. She growled out loud as she thought this. White canines glistened in the sun as she walked on. Luckily she was white, her coat reflected the sun as she walked around. Nothing to eat but lizards and who knew what else. Hunger grabbed her stomach and twisted it. A scent blew her way and she froze. Nothing seemed right. Growling she knew another wolf was upon her and she pinned her ears and faced the challenger. Alarice was aching for a fight.
" Make my day"
She whispered as she growled louder as they approached. nothing was going to end well for this wolf. Her whole body froze in a attack stance as she saw their silhouette.
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 20, 2012 19:46:53 GMT -5
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from a distance, a single black wolf stood, shoulders reaching a low height and tail waving from side to side in a lazy act of it's own. the sharp, piercing yellow eyes caught the movement of other hell wolves. none of them seemed to be very happy. but none of them ever were. it was a wonder the wolf was even there now. standing along the outskirts, peering in from a distance. she was almost an outsider in her own pack. but did she care? not really. she was an emissary, a wolf who lived their lives away from the confines of the pack. they sought out hunting grounds. and they stalked the other packs, learning everything they could to define themselves in the art of taking control of all of einser. it was hell's goal, after all. it was what malevolent wanted. just then, the black wolf felt her body lurch forward in a gently lope, eyes narrowing boldly as she slipped past one of her fellow members. they simply ignored her, giving a sharp growl as she passed.
merely finding this as a passing welcome, zecora noticed the only other female within her pack. a creepy, savage smile seared open her lips as the rubbery skin stretched across her white teeth, her fangs glistened in the hot rays of the sun. " make your day, huh? my, that sounds fascinating. " she said, her teeth snapping open and close, incisors shining brightly in the sun. she let out a seductive growl, her voice low and quiet, small body creeping forward. the other female's ears were already pinned back. and of course, zecora took this as a sign the opposer was frightened. " scared of poor little zecora? maybe you should find a better attitude. people won't pick on you so much. " she said, her voice high and taunting, crackling with a threat. she wanted to see what this pest was made of. why she felt like maiming so badly.
of course, it was on most wolf minds these days. just feeling fur ripping under your claws had others on edge. and then, zecora saw the she-wolf freeze then, and it was then that she lunged. but it was simply a feint. a fake attempt at an attack to provoke the other into attacking. make them think they were to be assaulted. zecora had a nasty way of playing with people's minds, and manipulating them. and she was undeniably good at it.
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 21, 2012 17:07:59 GMT -5
Alarice snapped her jaws just inches from this Zecora. Scared? No she was bent. It was a bad day for her and she didn't want to associate.
"Don't push at females you don't know Zecora"
Alarice spit with posion on every word. Her lips pulled back and she let out a low warning. The growl slipping between ivory teeth as she snapped her jaws in threat. Being built for agility and speed, she was smaller than most but she made up for it in attitude.
"I don't have a nasty attitude. I don't like being approached unannounced. Thing of the past
Standing and facing her head on, Alarice rolled her icy blue eyes. Her white coat was coated in sand and she didn't like this female already. Zecora was a name she would remember with hate. This place was filled with three males and two females. Zecora, and her the only females. Licking her chops, she sized up Zecora.
No let's be adults... I am Alarice.
She said the first part with sarcasm. It rolled off her tongue with ease.
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 21, 2012 17:42:34 GMT -5
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" don't push at females you don't know zecora. "
the sharp words cut a dagger into the black wolf's tolerance rating. her head immediately lifted in an abrupt, haughty manner. her eyes narrowing in disgust at the other female's entire figure. she really thought herself a thing to be looked at. something worth paying attention to. boy, she was wrong. zecora herself skulked the edges and stayed out of many other's business. she was stealthy, quiet. and a lot smaller than all of the other hell wolves. smaller even than alarice. what with the fact that the female had spat poison on her face and snapped her jaws to ward her off, zecora would've retaliated a lot more savagely. instead, her voice cracked with a hysterical, insane cackle. her head was thrown back and her body flung itself backwards, sliding to the ground in her laughter. when she finally got back to her feet and dusted herself off of the sandy grit clinging to her ebony coat, she allowed her soft pink tongue to slip from her mouth, and swipe itself across her jaws. the occasional giggle still seeped from her throat whenever an amusing thought passed her mind. " me? push at females i don't know? that's half the fun, girlie! but you.. i know you. you're the nasty bitch who thinks she can take on whoever and whatever gets within a ten mile radius. you're even more hateful than me! "
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[/color] she said, amusement carefully etching her tone. " no let's be adults... i am alarice. "[/color] again with the horrible voice that suggested she was so much better than her. she was wrong. " adults? you think the way you're acting is adult-like? seriously, girl. you need to learn a lesson in manners. do you realise who i am? i am the top emissary. or, as others like to call it.. the only emissary. without me, you stupid mutts wouldn't know where your paws were from your tail. i show all of you where the food is. and i'm the reason we have so much territory. and the reason we're about to snag the rest of it. "[/color] she said, her paw raising and batting in a fake attempt at modesty. " and see. you, my darling. are a hunter. you hunt the food i find, see? if you hurt me.. well. you'll have a very angry alpha on you. i don't think you want that.. do you? "[/color] she said, her voice a false sweetness. then it broke into a murderous grin, stretching wide and giving her a look of undeniable insanity. she was unstable. that much was certain. word count, 434[/justify] [/color] [/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 21, 2012 18:20:59 GMT -5
Alarice growled but knew Zacora was right. Looking down upon her, she smirked and shrugged.
Yea, Yea, keep your coat on. Angry alpha blah blah blah. Whatever.
Alarice smiled evilly and turned away. She had better things to do than mess with a stupid dog like her. Dog, Alarice smiled as she thought this. Zecora was small like a dog too. Laughing to herself she looked over her shoulder to the wolf.
See you later Dog You arent worth my precious time. Mutts like you deserve to be outcasted. Hmph
Alarice put her head high and tail straight as she walked away. Now, food...she needed food. Licking her lips she flickered her huge ears to listen for the wolf behind her. She was done being like this. She wanted a mate, someone to be with forever... But she couldn't find one to put up with her...
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 21, 2012 18:51:55 GMT -5
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a look of exquisite finality settled in a proper smirk across zecora's face. however the stupidly ignorant smirk that mirrored her own, and was raised higher by alarice's shrug, she felt her lips curl backwards and a whistling growl to slide through her teeth, the fur along her neck raising in annoyance. then her voice cut out, and it had her even more on edge. her indifference. her smug features. it all infuriated the black wolf. they contrasted one another both in colour, and manner of holding their temper and projecting it. however the insulting yips of being called a dog had zecora's blood boiling furiously. " excuse me? dog you say. do i really look like a dog to you? with an intelligent as finesse as mine, and a body made for killing quickly and quietly.. no simple-minded dog could ever shame me. you on the other hand.. with your so-called 'precious time', are a fake. if you had so much time to do work, you'd have done it straight away. obviously you don't have anything to work on because you're so busy challenging other pack members. what, not satisfied with your job that you have to fight your way to the top? oh, you poor puppy. " she said, her voice ending in a long, excruciatingly horrible sounding whine that echoed from zecora's sarcastic, mean muzzle.
" mutts like you deserve to be outcasted. hmph. "
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[/color] the twitch of her black ears had now curved inward, capturing all of what she'd just now said. the snarl that ripped from her muzzle echoed rather loudly. or perhaps it was just in her head. " you my love, are the one who should be outcasted. you don't even know you're place. at least i'm smart enough not to be shaking my unimportant ass all around. important folk like us don't case, alarice. we're here to thrive, not flaunt power we don't have. "[/color] she said, her head rising and her body lurching forward as she neared the white female who was fleeing. good, she was a coward who seriously didn't seem to understand the line of order. word count, 401[/justify] [/color] [/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 21, 2012 19:25:21 GMT -5
Alarice turned around and dodged the females advance. She growled low and menacing in her throat.
I don't give a damn about the ranks...You threatened me...Don't push me bitch. I may be a hunter but I will rip your ass to shreds.
She yelled loudly and snarled. She was sure every wolf within a mile heard her threat. Her ivory canines shone as she felt her body tense and her hair stand on end. This wolf was on her last nerve. Calling her a poor puppy? Excuse me? Alarice rose in front of the fae and growled a threat. The growl whistling between her canines as she snapped her jaws with an audible click. Becoming very irritated with the black mutt, she kept growling awaiting her next response
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 21, 2012 19:41:10 GMT -5
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" i'm a spy for a reason, girlie. " she said, before her body snaked away, twirling in a taunting circle around the white female. her lips were cocked in a cruel, provocative manner, eyes begging her to come and play. her tail swished around to try and flick alarice's nose before stealing away and around herself again. then she stopped, staring straight into alarice's icy pools before winking. " you're cute. the attitude really makes me laugh. "
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[/color] she said, before she slipped away, melting behind the dunes. because of her small stature, she was hard to find. she could go unnoticed. it had happened before. it wasn't hard. she could melt into the shadows with ease. it was why malevolent had chosen her above the rest. she'd outshined in the art of stealth and sneaking. she was a born assassin too. she just had to get close enough. but she had a very high level of patience. she could sit and wait for her victims to come to her. it wasn't an issue for her. she was like a spider, spinning her web of traps and waiting for some unsuspecting fool to fall into it, unaware until the last second when she pounced and killed them. then she devoured them. but in this case, she was no cannibal. she just liked to torture and torment her victims. word count, 225[/justify] [/color] [/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 21, 2012 19:51:59 GMT -5
She vanished, Alarice froze. Sniffing she still couldn't find her. Growling she gave up and pranced around the dunes somemore. The sand was hot, but she didn't care. Thinking about food made her stomach growl and she growled back. Stupid hunger ruined everything. Sighing she ran up a dune and caught a unsuspecting roadrunner. Smiling in success she ate it and licked her lips. Hunger wasn't an issue anymore. Lolling her tounge she walked around and found a bush with a little shade. Laying underneath it, she watched around her for Zacora. that sneaky bitch could be anywhere. Smiling she waited for someone to show up.
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 21, 2012 20:54:17 GMT -5
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she seemed to have lost interest. how boring. zecora's face fell in a faintly disappointed look. however she tossed that aside and slipped around behind, stalking her victim. she seemed to be fairly cautious. which was excellent. an unsuspecting, nervous prey was always the best to toy with. thus, when alarice laid herself down, it was the perfect chance. without a single word nor sound, zecora's lithe little body dived neatly down, teeth widening as her jaw unhinged, her claws seeming to flex with her paws as they readied themselves for impact. she fought with her entire body. because she didn't have brute strength. she had patience and speed behind her. making fun and being deceptive made her hunting that much more fun.
then, after trying to lock her teeth in the femme's ear, she hissed seductively. " ready to play? "
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 21, 2012 22:05:37 GMT -5
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Broad hips swayed effortlessly with each stroke of his elongated limbs, a expression that spelled 'full of himself'. Two colored gaze trailed over the parched grains of sand the doused him ever so slightly, seemingly like it was barely landing upon him. Fastening his attention upon the amber sun, he subtly acknowledged its existence,
"Oh glorious sun! Thank you for blessing my day with warmth, you do your job well,"
Allowing his barrel like chest to inflate with a cleansed breath before releasing the carbon that welled within his compressed lungs. Durable paw pads pressed imprints within the terrain with ease, the texture of the surface of the pad rough from constant travel. Bliss was clearly etched upon his facial features while he casually strolled into the dunes without an ounce of fear, as if he literately owned the place. Chords began to vibrate to produce a idle hum from the depths of his throat while he waltzed comfortably in the territory of the beast.
Koshero proudly held his chest, elongated fur buffeted by rapid gusts that tossed his strands about. Upon the horizon had two silhouettes painted against its radiant background, an amused expression peaked while he lowered his tawny tinged pelt, equally pigmented against the sand adjacent toward him. A rather intrigued expression upon his features, pausing to swivel his velvety clad ears to consume the 'entertainment'. Koshero acted as if this encounter was destined to happen so he may become amused this fine day, he assumed everything happened just to please him. Beginning to conveniently come across the conversation early within the timeline so he may observe the rather intriguing tidbits.
"You my love, are the one who should be outcasted. you don't even know you're place. at least I'm smart enough not to be shaking my unimportant ass all around. important folk like us don't case, Alarice. we're here to thrive, not flaunt power we don't have. "
"I'm a spy for a reason, girlie."
//Oh wow...Is she serious?// he couldn't suppress the laughs that cascaded from his jaws, however he allowed his position to be concealed until the ebony clad female hurled herself at the ivory one, this was quite amusing however he wasn't going to stay put when his favorite show was on, he should have more of a 3D display. Hauling to full posture he finally revealed his blended physique, his bi-colored gaze glinting rather impishly.
"On the contrary.. Zecora was it? Uh... that doesn't matter. You're position has to be one of the worthless positions within you hierarchy, how depressing. You really think you're that important."
Koshero drenched his words with pure mockery as if she was the lowest filth he had ever set his sights on, even his ebony etched lips crinkled ever so slightly in disgust. Finally his chest erupted with encased laughter, drawing it out as long as possible before he finally ceased his obnoxious bellowing.
"Oh.. unlike me, you are below the bottom of the scale, I would respect an omega before I'd even dare compliment your horrific features.. uh.. but."
His ego consumed his entire tone, pausing to ponder of the 'correct' choice of words to be a bit more polite.
"I will bestow you the honor of licking my mighty paws, they are rather sore from this atrocious landscape so.. commence with the licking, girls,"
Leathery lips plastered into a fully exposed sneer, incisors glinting rather dangerously as if he threatened if they didn't grovel or worship him. Zero tolerance for hesitation he merely allowed his voice to cascade mockingly from his lips before they answered,
"You wont be able to choose, you cater to my every need or else my little muffin, I will show you your true position, below me like everyone else within MY world!"
Once his little psychotic speech was ceased he allowed a taunting expression to fully mask his features while subtle laughs shook his chest like an earthquake. Despite his god complex, Koshero always so far could back up his words, each win fueled his ego which created what was before the two females.
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 22, 2012 15:13:00 GMT -5
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Alarice rolled away and growled, but it was cut short by a arrogant looking male. Standing she felt his insult and growled at him. Standing tall she relaxed a little and took on a smart ass.
What's YOUR role doggy? And lick your paws my ass. I wouldn't even let my fur rub against you.
Alarice had a feeling he was in the heirarchy but she didn't care. He was rather cocky and it was written all over his face. She scoffed at his body stance and then cracked up and looked to Zecora.
He thinks he owns the place...now THAT is funny
Alarice smiled and watched him kind of intrigued on his answer
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 23, 2012 19:18:56 GMT -5
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the intrigued, faintly bemused look that suddenly crossed zecora's face when her face swung around to see whom was now denying her position. however the sight of him utterly disgusted her.
" on the contrary.. zecora was it? uh... that doesn't matter. you're position has to be one of the worthless positions within you hierarchy, how depressing. you really think you're that important. ooh.. unlike me, you are below the bottom of the scale, i would respect an omega before i'd even dare compliment your horrific features.. uh.. but. i will bestow you the honor of licking my mighty paws, they are rather sore from this atrocious landscape so.. commence with the licking, girls. you wont be able to choose, you cater to my every need or else my little muffin, i will show you your true position, below me like everyone else within my world! "
this entire voice carried on for a while, lingering on the arrogant, overly self-confident voice. thus, when she had finally turned around to see who was challenging her position and telling the two of them to lick his paws and worship him, her voice was a savage, cold snarl as she stalked forward. " your world? your world? you're a lowly loner, you have no place in a pack. and to think you are suggesting i am at the bottom of the pile. i am one of malevolent's prized spies. in fact, his only one because no one else is cut out for it. you are nothing compared to me. and to think, you, a filthy loner, challenging me! "
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[/color] she said her voice rising in her hysterical amusement. she shook her petite muzzle in utter astonishment. then she glanced at alarice, who seemed not to realize just who this was. a nobody. he wasn't even in the pack. it was a wonder he was even here, how come no one had noticed him? well she had, for sure. " why are you here, mutt? just to flirt with the ladies? i'm afraid you've chosen the wrong pair. i must be something to you, anyway. if you know who i am. "[/color] she snarled, lips curling in a sadistic grin. and just as suddenly as she was there, the small, sleek black female had disappeared. she was no small catch. she knew what she was doing. and she wasn't set out to be beaten by a simple loner who was too big for his britches. thus, she just hoped that the other female would do something of use. she seemed to be having a delightful time just choking back on his words and spitting them back at him. if the male was meant to be charming, it wasn't working. no lady would abide by his revolting wishes. lick his paws? please, she'd rather lick a cactus. with that amusing thought in mind, she'd slunk into the shadows and had disappeared for the time being, finding herself growing quiet and sneaky. she didn't wish to let this male stay any longer than he should. this was no place for a loner. word count, 511[/justify] [/color] [/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 23, 2012 20:31:29 GMT -5
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Expression remained undisturbed, the same unmoved egotistical expression. Muscle neither quaked or relaxed when she stalked toward him, his expression looked like he was quite entertained. Koshero never hinted a flinch, his two tinged gaze fastened within her rather disgusting puke yellow hue.
"Your world? your world? you're a lowly loner, you have no place in a pack. and to think you are suggesting I am at the bottom of the pile. I am one of Malevolent's prized spies. In fact, his only one because no one else is cut out for it. you are nothing compared to me. and to think, you, a filthy loner, challenging me! "
"Why are you here, mutt? just to flirt with the ladies? I'm afraid you've chosen the wrong pair. i must be something to you, anyway. if you know who i am."
The well developed muscles along his jaw compressed into a clench as he attempted to suppress more welled up laughter. Lungs aching uncontrollably as he hardly could contain it, like a inflated balloon he unleashed wave after wave of taunting laughter. His lids ever so slightly curtained his gaze into a narrow once he finally regained a more suitable posture, a permanent smirk glued upon his lips, completely dismissing the ivory female he merely focused upon the dingy hued female known as Zecora. Silence passed before he allowed his muscles to pulse rather prominently proving that he wasn't mere words.
"However I'm a loner by choice, muffin. I have no need to be in a pack that's not suitable for my worth. Also miss secret agent coward, you are ONLY a spy. You ONLY eavesdrop upon conversations then go report like a pet to your master. You also aren't very observant, I was here for majority of you pathetic conversation and remained unnoticed because you were too busy strutting what you don't own, like a hypocrite."
With a rather confident attitude he took note of her underdeveloped physique, possibly only worth speed if anything at all. She looked quite unworthy for the reputation this pack held, and the thought of her grotesque voice forced a thin grin upon his lips. Allowing himself to stride rather boldly toward her petite body, he sized her up subtly and within his distance he'll easily be able to snatch even the swiftest wolf, she made a mistake for even get a tiny bit closer toward this unpredictable male. Finally he allowed his thundering voice to slickly slice the air with unnerving ferocity and determination.
"Your intellect surprises me, aren't spies supposed to at least a tiny bit smart? I am a pure bred European wolf, mixed with nothing else but the divine blood. I am a Koshero, a god. Obviously I'm not here to flirt, I want to be worshiped, and I wouldn't dare attempt to flawlessly attract you. I only flirt with worthy females,"
Once his speech was concluded he awaited her reaction subtly casting his gaze to inspect the towering structures that littered the terrain and with a sudden idea he realized how lovely this land was. The parched rugged texture that only the worthy can survive at, just the place he'll actually enjoy. Once he fastened his brilliant gaze one more upon the location of Zecora, subtle astonishment grazed his expression.
"OOOH WHAT THE HELL? Where'd she go?!"
Allowing his voice to pierce the silence like a fang he allowed his voice to thunder across the vast land, even allowing Zecora to hear it. However he skimmed her previous position easily noticing the slight etchings of her paws within the unscathed surface of sand. Perplexity tinted his features before he traced it to an ebony speck upon the distance, her ebony fur easily stood out from the beige sand. Now he was completely bewildered, questioning everything, //IS she really a spy... amazing just amazing, she can't be that. Nothing of that caliber, she must be a pure dumb ass. Any wolf with intelligence would know that in the middle of the day without a single shadow, unless you have a decent fur color that you can not blend in with a russet terrain. Not only that but she's in plain sight, they are in a vast flattened desert, not counting the few towering structures. // Within the mysts of his thoughts he was beginning to flatten his cream colored belly fur within the terrain, ignoring the ivory female as he crept ever so slightly observing the females demeanor. She seemed like she fooled him, she must really be dumb. //WAIT. She's going go tattle to her master. Mustn't allow that now can we?//
With each elongated stroke he allowed himself to stealthily blend with the into the sand with his fur that was actually similar to it from a distance. Allowing himself to stalk ever so slightly toward her becoming ever so close to his unsuspecting prey, he observed her frame for any hint she noticed him which was almost zero percent chance since she seemed so full over herself that she lost him. He wasn't stupid, the complex he contained wasn't almost bipolar in a way but it did not stunt his brain's growth so he wasn't lacking in anything, besides some commonsense. Wants he before within striking distance he steadied his breath like he was approaching a stringy rabbit which was way smaller and swifter then her. Finally he battered the silky sand scattering before he bursts toward her, his jaws swinging open attempting to shove all his weight into the back of the slender female's neck to fasten his fangs around her nape with sudden ease. Pure amusing masking his features. If his well aimed and planned move was successful he would flatten her nose into the depths of the sand with a sly expression, his body mass out weighing her and keeping her pinned while his fangs clasped around her nape securely.
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Post by Alarice <3 on Aug 24, 2012 15:29:26 GMT -5
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Even though Alarice hated Zecora she would not let this mutt attack her. Running past him with swiftness she skidded in fornt of Zecora and spoke in a panting breath.
Um you might want to watch your back. He's after you...I am leaving. I fear this may turn ugly.
Alarice walked past him and scoffed. She was not sticking around for this arrogant males entertainment. Growling in distaste she walked out of the dunes....
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OOC:Yes she left XD
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