Monsters come out at night. (Rabi)

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[atrb=width,453,true][atrb=border,2,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=black] I had gotten the hint to lay down on the thick branch beneath my own albaster bodice Legs sort of wrapped around the thing hugging it. And I could feel the little flesh wounds upon the scruff of my neck slowly seeping with blood. I could feel the crimson red substance staining my snow white nape. I could even smell the fresh liquid and it caused my own jowls to throb with that irresistable craving and hunger. I to was into the blood scene.. However I didn't specialize in my own. I was not a fan of having my own blood drawn, but if you want to play doctor, I love to the nurse. I tried to ignore the fact that the back of my neck was aching, throbbing. It did hurt, and he had inflicted pain upon me. Don't be so weak, don't show such a thing! A low growl rose from my throat as she spoke to me, and it started to form a headach in my own cranium. Nag, that's all she does is nag. Non stop. Well, someones got to do it. We both know you lack in common sense. I shook my own cranium in disapproval, before focusing my distant gaze upon him. "Trust me doll, I have no intentions on moving"

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My own words lashed of my tounge. A grin soon forming upon my lips once more before I greedily stole it away. Honey shaded optics locked upon his own ruby hinted one. Studying the look he held within it own gaze. That looked seemed all to familiar, and rather sickly. His gaze was not on my eyes as mine were on his, but instead they seemed to be locked upon the new flesh wounds that still spilled that crimson red substance.. Was he mad? An invisible brow rose as I watched him, carefully keeping my eyes upon him, watching his every move. Everything seemed to take a rather awkward turn. Her voice now, I managed to push to the back burner of my brain, ignoring her scolding so all it sounded like was la la la when she spoke. There was a look plastard on his facade that turned me slightly uneasy. Perhaps it was not a good idea to be stuck in the same tree as him. He was right. One wrong move and down into the murky waters I'll fall and become bait for hungry carnivors.

Slowly I begun to wonder what would happen if I took off? Would I really meet my fate with the alligators, or should I stick around to see what was going on with Sarabi. Did I want to even know what images were fluttering around in his head when he closed his eyes? Now, see I was one sick puppy, but I was sick in a whole nother sense. Finally once he had opened his eyes, those ruby pools locked upon my own. And curiousity soon filled my gaze. It felt as though it had taken forever before his voice broke the eerie silence that surrounded us.

"I am infact part of a pack, however sometimes I like the thrill of adventuring beyond known barriers. And something about this place sort of succumbed me into it."[/i]

Now see, what would really throw me off was what was about to happen next. Something I personally would not have imagined even in my most wildest of dreams. Once those triangular ears pinned back against his dial, that crazed look soon blessed he's features. That menacing growl escaping his own throat causing my insides to vibrate. it was as though in a flash his cranium entired my own personal space. I couldn't move, even if I tried in fear that I would fall clear off the branch. His warm pink muscle snuck out between his lips. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my own skin causing chills to run straight down my spine. His tonuge slowly lapping at my own warm flesh where the puncture wounds resided. I was half tempted to sink my own dulled canines into his flesh, but he could easily over power me. He had more balance than I possessed. And so I could do nothing more but allow my own albaster facade bury intself into his nap as he lapped up that warm thick liquid. The warmth of my own breath now easily felt against his flesh. Although a large part of me, or was it her, wanted to sink my teeth clear through his tender skin.




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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/sarabi-middle.png] Her words faded into the darkness all around them, twisting into nothingness as the salty copper taste flowed over his tongue and lit his nerves on fire with feeling, taste and a high only blood seemed to give him. The mixture of blood and sex was an incredible thing, something he'd always meshed together when it came to Mena, but this wasn't Menari, and even now, he was certain Fetisha wasn't entirely enjoying herself like Menari would have. It didn't seem to matter to him, however, because the taste was to much and her blood, though different in flavor than Mena's was just as intoxicating as his ex-mates had been. The need to bite, to make the wounds larger, wider from free access to her life rose in him, but he fought it back. He wouldn't hurt her again, not unless she asked him to. Her wounds had been an accident to begin with, but it didn't stop the reaction in him, the need, and desire to taste it, to drink it up as if it were cold crystal water, and not hot crimson life. Despite the high that rose in his body and his mind, he ached to take her more intimately, blood always made him think of sex, it was one thing Menari seemed to enjoy, the more blood he stole the more rough he was with her. He'd never met another quite like Mena, but for a moment he wondered if Fetisha was similar in a sense. She hadn't outright pushed him away. But he could feel the change in her, her muscles tightening in surprise to what he'd done. Of course it would be shocking, it wasn't often another came across one with a lust for another wolf's blood, let alone one who didn't nearly kill their victims before hand. No, Sarabi liked his willing to be hurt as well as to dish it out in return. He didn't fear pain, he actually enjoyed it considerably, though, it also depended on what was happening for him to enjoy it. If a bite was taken out of rage and anger, to hurt more than anything else, of course he'd fight back. Though if it was taken with more care, a precision that required a feel of lust, well it was simply erotic, not painful. He wondered, briefly, if he'd be able to teach Fetisha all he'd taught Menari about it. He'd gotten her just as addicted as he was, if not more so. He may have been able to go days, weeks without a fix unless it was offered in a sense, but she hadn't been, and it alone had thrilled him. For a split second, he wanted nothing more than to feel her own ivory canines sink into the side of his neck, though, he was also highly cautious of this, for he knew there was a delicate vessel there, one that had to be avoided. Or death would surely occur. He wasn't stupid enough to die, but he wondered if she'd enjoy it if he simply showed her how amazing it felt, of course, he'd need to get them down off this branch and fuck her while taking a bite. The thought had a smirk twisting almost sickly across her maw and he turned his head slightly. If he so much as pushed with his thick cranium, she'd tumble sideways off the branch and down towards deaths doors. Of course, he'd acted thus far as some sort of dark fallen angle, one hell bent on a lust for her blood, but he had saved her life. Still, even he knew it didn't give him any right to outright ask for payment in the form of sex, he wasn't like that, but it was hard not to voice in his current state of mind. ”I can feel it in you, you want to sink your teeth into me, don't you?” he cooed, his voice having dropped considerably lower, husky, sensual with a silken smoothness all in one. It was the voice of a saint, and of the devil himself topped with sweet honey. A dangerous voice, one that could manipulate if only the owner set his mind to it. ”You've but to ask, and maybe I'll give you permission.” He hissed in her ear nipping at her pale audit with a sort of demented affection. Soft silken laughter escaped his chest, causing his lean, thick body to vibrate with the sound. He made sure he was not threat to her plummeting to death, as he chuckled, lifting his ruby eyes to meet the caramel hued of her own. Like warm honey. His mind was obviously diving into places it shouldn't and though Sarabi was normally charming, and fairly nice if you've even remotely earned it, when he was 'high' he was pretty much the typical guy, yet remained, for the most part, a gentleman. ”Of course the pain doesn't hurt nearly as much when your in the middle of fucking....” He whispered grinning like the Cheshire cat as he tilted his head, peering down at her with those wicked crimson eyes. ((lol This post kinda amused me XD))

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[atrb=width,453,true][atrb=border,2,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=black] Well well, Fetisha, what have you gotten yourself into? This was an odd play that was unfolding in front of me, one I didn't clearly understand. I was stuck in a highly unusual predicament, and there wasn't really anything I could do.. Well, unless I really wanted to chance squirming then plummeting to the ground only to break my legs and then be dismembered by scaly monsters... Wait, maybe I could take him down with me? If I air dive just right, maybe he'll break my fall? Oh wait, yea that's right.. I'm not graceful there is no way I could possibly pull that off, even if I rehearsed the routine. A allowed a sigh to escape my own lips as I was lost in thought, although that sigh was blocked by his thick shadowed pelt. He wouldn't be planning to attack would he? No, that's impossible, if he pulled such a stunt there was a good chance we'd both fall and break our legs. He couldn't be that retarded, could he? No no no, he looked like he was all there. Well, a good portion of him was there. There again I could be mistaken. After all, I was a pretty shitty judge in character. What the hell are you doing tear into him!You see, I sort of caWhat are you a fuckin' idiot? Of course you can! Your slutty snout is right there against his neck. Perfect opportunity you twit! B..But we'll end up falling. Your such a damned pansy, you know it? Let me do it, I'll do it for you.

[/b] Her voice screeching irritating in my dial now, once again scratching at my soft pink brain, and bouncing off my skull walls. I could feel the vibration of her yelling, you know, there in my head. I could feel it! She was piratically chomping at the bit to come out and play. And here I was, struggling with myself to keep my own jowls shut. She was trying to force them open, but I kept them about as shut as I possibly could. Which I might add on, was one hell of a strain. You ever try fighting with yourself? Try it some time! Your both equal strength!

Now see, I had the lust for blood... Yes, but our lust was a little more different. It was not something I had ever meshed in with sex, or did for the pleasure. Wait, have I ever had sex come to think of it? Wow, I think I'm missing out on life! No you moron, you haven't but remember.. That's how you keep from having little worthless spawn. Oh yea, that's right! Anyway back to the main point here, see.. I loved the taste of blood. But I enjoyed draining someone completely of it. I loved to feel their last twitch within my jaws. The pleading look in their eyes when they begged for the life. The soul slowly leaving their bodies. Sometimes, I swear I could see their souls being sucked straight down into hell. No one else sees it. But I know I do. As I thought to myself that creepy grin slowly begun to sneak up upon my clenched maw. I had seemingly forgotten that the...awkwardness was going on, and he was lapping my own crimson red substance from my tiny flesh wounds. Everything around me seemed to disappear, to be sucked into darkness..

It was when his soft cooing tone entered my auds that I snapped back to reality.. I did want to taste his blood, but I wanted to outright tear into his hide. To watch him squirm like the rest. To hit that fragile vessel that caused one to live. The adrenaline was racing through me. My entire body aching as if I were enduring some sort of horrific with drawl. Now his tone on the other hand, gave me a different sort of rush.. One that caused my entire small frame to tingle. That was I feeling I had most certainly never experienced before. Such a odd way it felt. As he finished speaking my twin towers sort of perked forewords a bit. My body still felt like that with drawling, tingling sensation. So many emotions, all mixed in one. She seemingly fell silent once more in my thoughts.. I think she was beginning to like what was going. She didn't say anything.. She wasn't shrieking kill, kill, kill.. I could feel her in my thoughts squirming though. She wanted out. She wanted to play. I wouldn't let her though... She did feel as though she were getting stronger. Was that even possible? As he nipped at my ear, it caused my own lips to curl up into a rather crooked, toothy grin.

As his laugh began to rumble, I could feel it clearly. I could feel the shaking vibration. His ruby slits now focused upon my own, and I wanted to melt. Was he some sort of wizard? Something from hell? I felt as though he had me hypnotized. I couldn't move a muscle when he looked into my eyes. I felt as though a deer caught up in the high beams of a car in the middle of night. I couldn't budge.. I could feel her now though, she broke through my barrier, and my dial sort of jolted back in a weird sense.. Eyes never leaving his. Although the shade of my own optics may have looked to change slightly in coloration. I was no longer me, now It was her. She took over my every bit. She was now controlling my body, my mind. And that sparkle now shown in my own optics, not the typical shiny, yet empty dazed gaze. The look in my own eyes now shone of something new. Something intense. (Although in all reality, it still me.. Just not me) Words bubbled up inside my chest, and my neck stretched out more, allowing my own sweet, warm breath to be felt tickling the inside of his large triangular ear. My words, low, seductive, with a dangerous tang.

"If you wish to play, I saw we get out of this tree and make our own fiery evening"

Pink muscle was sent to grace the side of his aud before nipping at it, rather roughly to pinch the skin together only to draw a little bit of blood. Just a small trickle, like a bag of just barely enough dope to tease a heroinatic. Once again that tongue lolled out to run along that small bit of blood that was able to be drawn. She was different than I, she loved to play. Me on the other hand, I was cautious, but at this time I was no where in sight.. Now she caged me in the same entrapment that I usually left her. I had no say. My voice could not be heard. Her twisted cackle now causing my own, petite bodice to vibrate annoyingly. However not enough to knock us off the branch. When she comes out to play, she never feels the need to ask permission. Or wait for an okay.

((Your post was awesome sauce! Lol that was freaking great! I think it gave me some muse!))

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/sarabi-middle.png] A low growl rumbled through his chest as her sharp teeth grazed his ear. The sting along told him she'd broken skin, that she'd bled him, if only just a teeny, tiny bit. His ear twitched automatically, as if to fend of the slight sliver of pain that focused on it. He glared down at her, feeling the sudden change in her as her words caressed the air. There was a new sort of confidence in her tone, one that hadn't spoken of the cautious and rather inelegant wolf of moments before. He couldn't put his paw on it, but as much as he could feel it, he could smell it, like a chemical change in her mind sent ripples of it through her body, he just couldn't pinpoint what. His inner voice, however, threatened him ton proceed with caution, and if anything, Sarabi was a very cautious wolf. ”And how do you propose we escape this little hell of ours? Care to become a distraction while I make my way to the other side?” he cooed, the slightest touch of humor and sarcasm in his masculine tone. A slight smirk slipped across his narrow maw as he lifted his head, peering down at her in thought. A moment ago she had feared falling, well, if not fear then cautious of falling and the alligators he had warned her about despite her words of fate earlier. Now the confidence was throwing up road blocks in his mind, making him question her entire being. What brought this on? Surely not what he'd done, it couldn't have such an affect. He would, however, find out. The coppery taste of her lingered in his mouth, soothing the craving that its scent had caused in him. Though when it wore off, and as long as the wounds remained open and seeping that sweet ruby liquid, he would crave it, want it, and almost nothing more. The thought had his jaw clenching, the need to reopen the wounds wider trying to take him over. He knew it was a dangerous thing, that particular need, for even he needed to be careful, for it was very, very easy to get carried away when it came to ones craving. He didn't want to kill her, at least, not yet, she still had plenty of time to piss him off royally. He even remembered when Menari had almost pushed him over the edge. The whore had gone and found herself another fuck buddy, one he'd almost torn to shreds, alone with her, her belly not even haven swelled with the pups that were growing there. Even still he didn't know if the three pups he had raised were even his. Eyes narrowing slightly with the bad memory Sarabi pushed himself carefully to his large paws and turned his attention down to the waters. He could no longer see the alligators, but he expected they still lingered beneath the surface like a scaled version of death. He could only imagine how much pain would be caused if more than one got their fangs in you, not to mention they often started tearing their prey apart before it was completely dead. Not a pleasant death, and for a moment, he wondered if the prize was worth risking his life. At the moment, he didn't really care. His children were gone, leaving him alone as he had been before he'd met Mena. Even she was gone from his reach, and god only knew where. So what if he died, at least he'd go down fighting, that much he could promise the beasts hiding under the surface. More than anything, however, Sarabi was smart, he would find the easiest route out of this place, and make it possible, if the beasts weren't smarter than him. He was a strategist, and usually came up with some sort of back up plan if things went sour. Though, in this case, he wasn't sure any type of plan B would work other than having an army to back them up in their escape. Though now, suddenly, it wasn't the thrill of blood and sex that made him want to dance with death, but the sheer thrill of it, the not knowing if he would actually die this night or if he would survive, again, from deaths icy grasp. His ruby optics scanned the area, no longer looking for alligators, but portions of the swamp that were relatively shallow. It wasn't an easy task due to it being the dead of night, or that where one would think it shallow would end up stuck in swamp mud and surely a free meal for the beasts. He knew where those particular mud patches were, but most of the rest of the swamp was deep, at least enough for even him, as tall as he was, not to touch the slimy swamp floor. Shifting Sarabi moved quickly, and carefully to the branch just to the right and above the one both of them had been resting on. He walked out where the branch thinned, careful to listen to the groan of the branch as his weight threatened to break it. Sarabi may not have looked it, being as lean as he looked, but he weighed over two hundred pounds, not at all light, even if he used it all to his advantage. He paused when he knew the branch would snap if he dared another step. His head turning every which way as he scouted the dark crowded terrain. Though it took quite some time, in which he was completely silent, he found a route, though highly dangerous, was less so than any of the others, and one less populated with gators. Scowling slightly he turned his head back down to look at her, and for the second time, he wondered if it was worth it. He'd had two horrible experiences with females already, he didn't need another. He may have been smart, intelligent and crafty, but when it came to females, he seemed to keep making grave mistakes. The first had died for her treachery, and he'd nearly killed Menari as well. Could he really trust Fetisha? Even if he had helped her, it didn't matter, females were, for the most part, whores, and fairly tricky. Of course he didn't trust her, but he was drawn to her in some twisted way, even if he didn't yet enjoy it. ”I'll go first. Follow after, but stay a good distance behind. Just because I go first, doesn't mean they wont turn on you if you get to close. They wont use their energy to follow me, but my presence will distract them just long enough for you to keep going. Dont stop, whatever you do, don't stop, you stop, your dead. Got it?” He asked, glaring down at her from his higher position. He waited a couple heart beats before he began to move, lowering himself down the branches with a determined grace. When he touched the last branch before the five foot drop to the ground, he saw the ripples across the water, and he could see the glowing eyes of the gators. Good, now he could see them before he made his move. This moment was bound to happen, regardless. He wasn't about to live the rest of his life in a tree, only now he had to watch out for Fetisha, and make sure she didn't do anything foolish. Stealing a glance up at her he snarled a warning for her to get on her feet and start moving. Yet it was all he gave her before he leap to the ground, and the water all around, exploded towards him. Sound came in a rush, out of nowhere and though it was startling, Sarabi didn't allow it to take control of his mind and slow him down. No, if anything, it made him react faster. He darted to the side, his long limbs quick as he bounced out of the way of a set of lethal jaws, and despite his caution, nearly into another set before he swiftly sidestepped the closing jaws. He darted forward then, leaping as his paws touched water, and plunged into the murky waters, heading for a close island, much like the one they had been on with their odd little tree. A wave of excitement lit him, the thrill of the chase, despite him being the one in danger. It was a thrill, one that set him, once again at deaths door, and he was going to cheat the bastard all over again. It made him smirk as he felt the water around him move, just as he reached the little island, and continued forward, not looking back. ((lol he's suicidal now, I swear x.x Go ahead and add to it, you can make them reach safety if you want lol))

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=5][bg=000000] -OoC; This post is going to suck cause sister is nagging me to go on. >.< - That rumble that escaped his throat, easily found its way into my twin perks, that typical synister grin still graced my own lips. Although, no it wasn't me, it was her. I wonder if now I am the voice in her head? She must have some will power because she didn't seem to hear anything I was yelling at her. Foolish bitch she was, she didn't know just what she was risking acting such a way. One wrong move, and it was clearly the end of us. I continued to fight with her, try to regain control of my own limbs, however nothing is seemed to be working. Now me, I was more of the cautious type... Her on the other end, she lived life on the edge, whether it was accidently or intentionally I have no idea. His words sunk into my ears, and my own eyes narrowed before a twisted little laugh escaped my maw. "How about, you pose as the distraction doll."

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My own honey shaded orbs looked into his for a brief moment. A bit of a flicker seen in my own due to the entertainment going on before me. Now this was someone I could have some fun with. Unlike the rest iof those little bitches that cower when someone else came along to play their own sick and twisted game. No instead this Sarabi fellow, why he seemed to play along. Good taste, slut. She simply snapped to me, although even if I tried to tell her something in return, its not like she'd hear it. She did damn good at blowing me off. Perhaps that is something I need to learn. All the while I still did my best to catch her off guard and take control over myself. Pure struggling is what was taking place inside me.

It was as Rabi was pulling himself up on the limb, that I managed to take full control over myself once more. Mentally slamming her into the sides of my brain, furious with what had happened, knowing I could have fallen. All I did however was blink a few times watching him, as if I were astonished of something. My own pools peering down to the deathly still waters below. The taste of his blood now over powering my taste buds. Although now was not the time to ask what the hell happened. Now I was worried that I'd be the one to plummet straight into the death trap below us. My own orbs soon scanning the area. I was getting antsy in this tree, and was beginning to feel awfully uncomfortable. I wanted out of this bugger. As soon as possible!

I continued to watch Sarabi, as he moved to another branch, an invisible brow rose in questioning. I did want to ask him what the hell he was doing, but then again I didn't want to break his train of thought he had going on. He looked pretty intune to what he was doing. Once he looked back towards my direction, my own ears shifted on my skull, moving forewards a bit listening to what he had to say. I said nothing in return, just offered him a simple nod as I struggled to gain balance on the limb. My own legs a bit shaky as I stood there. I watched as his massive form left from the tree, and landed on the ground and after a few seconds I had done the same, waiting on him to get a good distance ahead, and then swiftly I continued on the same trail as him. I could see the movements in the water. The small beady eyes poking out here and there. And for a second I could have swore one of their snouts brushed against my leg. The murky waters was splashing all around me, I could feel the coldness of the stenchy water as it landed on my body. Mud coating my legs. I did my best to side step and weave here and there to avoid the scaly snouts flinging about my embodiment. I wanted to stop, but something wouldn't let me. My legs would not stop their motion. My own heart felt as though it were about to burst straight through my chest.


I did follow him to the other island, my own exctiement clearly visible upon my facade. My entire white bodice, no longer was white. Now it was splattered with mud, and damp. Due to the adrenaline I had felt at this moment, I didn't feel just how could I really was. Everything was going so fast. And once we reached that islands, my legs still didn't want to stop appearantly.. And I ended up stumbling right into his back side. I could feel my own small body colliding with his.


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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/sarabi-middle.png] Ruby optics darted to the right and left, watching the waters that still surrounded them. They were no safer here than they were on the other island. The only difference was that this one wasn't entirely surrounded, at least, he didn't think so. The rippling waters from the last launch had his heart racing. He didn't know where they were unless the waters were still. He knew standing here wasn't the smartest idea he'd ever come up with, he knew which way he wanted to go, he just wasn't sure just how smart these creatures really were. He knew how they attacked, he just wasn't sure if they learned from their mistakes. Before he could truly decide if they were superior than wolves he felt Fetisha's body collide with his own. A snarl ripped from his throat upon being startled and thrown slightly forward. His front paws stopped him from completely falling into the waters, even if they alone sunk into the muck. He whirled around, pivoting on his left front paw to turn slightly towards her. ”Damn it! Be careful, we aren't out of danger yet.” he snapped at her, more furious at himself for allowing her to startle him than her having nearly shoved him into the depths of the murky waters. Sarabi didn't even have a chance to turn back around before movement exploded out of the waters on his left side. Nor did he have much of a chance, despite how fast he really was, to turn around and dodge the fierce jaws. His body reacted before his mind had a chance to catch up, but even then it was just a second to late. He felt the pain before he realized what had happened. It was worse than the jaws of a wolf opening wounds to lick away the delicate blood. It felt more like those used in battle, fierce, determined and hungry. The pain jarred his mind, shocked him more completely than anyone had ever been able to in his entire life. His body jerked forward as the alligator twisted throwing its head to its right and dragging Sarabi with it. His left front leg was enclosed within the massive jaws, and it was trying to throw the large wolf off balance to drag him down. A snarl ripped from Sarabi's throat, a sound that was far different than anything he had displayed to Fetisha. It was more feral, fierce, with the promise of pain to whoever threatened him. In this case it was the swamp beast, not a wolf he could easily fight on fair ground. One thing that crossed Sarabi's mind was that if the beast dragged him under, then he was done for. At least, however, he had saved one life before he died, right? He may not truly know Fetisha, and he did think she was quite odd, but he liked her, for the most part, even if he had built another wall around him and the tattered remains of his heart. He would never give it away again so easily, and now, he wouldn't have to. Him and his torn heart wouldn't have to be threatened with that kind of pain ever again. At least he had something to look forward to, right? ”Fetisha go! Get to the main bank!” He snapped at her as his body threw itself back, as if playing tug'o'war with his own limb. The pain spiked, sending a wave of electric heat up into his chest. It felt like it reached his very core, and extended down into the rest of his limbs. It was not a pain he had ever really felt before, not even when he'd battled his own brother, a creature who wanted him dead out of spite. He didn't cry out, but his furious string of growls only grew louder, hackles raised as he dug his other paws into the damp dirt and the mud at the waters edge. He could feel himself being dragged forward, slowly, as if the beast wanted to drag out the pain and his death. His body was moving on instinct, but his brain was still functioning despite his body's reaction to the threat. As his legs tried to pull himself back, to retreat from the waters edge, he lunged at the beast, jaws wide as he went for the creatures eyes. If he could injure the swamp beast, threaten him just as badly, then he would leg go. Or so he hoped. The only problem was the creatures tough skin. His teeth couldn't penetrate and his mind was frantic to get the creature off of him as his fangs tried to catch anything to sink into the beasts face and head, searching for the eyes that would more than likely make it let go. Though his mind was on the beast that held him tight, he could hear the waters around them stirring despite the thrashing tail of the one that held his foreleg. If they didn't get off the island, and he out of the beasts jaws, then they would be swarmed with the creatures brethren and dragged into the waters and torn apart. Yet it was like the others knew he couldn't get away, and they took their time to move and help. He could still hear them all around, their hissing sounds as they began to drag themselves forward. ((i know kinda lame, but he needed something to knock him off his high horse lmao))

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] My own heart was pounding frantically in my chest, it felt as though it were going to rip straight through my very flesh. And her.. as far as she goes, I could no longer hear her inside my thoughts, she had went completely silent, almost as silent as everything around us. Was she scared, or sitting back getting a kick out of everything? She was probably patiently waiting for one of us to get mauled. She'd like something like that to happen. It was then his harsh toned voice found their way to my own perks and my entire body lowered in a more submissive mode. Which was very much unlike me in many ways. Never did I cower down to another, but then again I was caught off guard and already scared almost to death from the little race we had going on. My own ears were now flat against my skull, my underbelly nearly touching the filthy ground. It was then I realized what I was doing and tried to hurry up and get back to a complete standing position..... However something else ended up happening... The water exploded at the let side of us. That filthy scented liquid flinging everywhere however most of it had landed around my face. And that's when I saw the scaly face of the beast, that wide long snout. All those dull, white teeth. And everything happened in such a flash. It caused my own heart to skip a few beats, and every little fiber of me wanted to turn and run. Run back to the little island and climb that tree I never knew I could climb. My entire body grew tense. But for some reason, I couldn't run. Why the fuck couldn't I run?! Is this what its like to become so frightened that you can't even budge? I watched as the reptilian monster twisted its head, the powerful creature dragging Rabi with him, what the hell do I do? I couldn't move. My brain wasn't even functioning properly. My own eyes were like saucers now, watching the entire horror flick happening before me... Only it wasn't a flick, it was reality. It was the snarl that ripped free of Rabi that caused me to snap out of it. That vicious noise is what knocked me back into my own body. And I scoped the creature out as good as I could. It looked as if it were covered in armor, one of all different shades of brown and green.. Mostly brown. And it was not as small as I had expected. Or maybe thats just because I'm small? The bastard seemed to hold in quite an amount of power the way it had latched onto Rabi's leg. The bugger was determined to take him into the depths of the water, and if that were to happen there was no way Sarabi could escape it. He'd pretty much be fucked the way it is now.. Maybe I should just save my own tail. That would make more sense wouldn't it? But what was this feeling, this awkward sensation tugging at my heart? It wasn't letting me run, even after he told me to get to the bank... He gave me permission to leave his ass there to be torn to shreds but something inside my was making me stay. Something was forcing me to continue to try to figure out the beasts weak spot.. Did my heart grow one size bigger, I wasn't the Grinch was I? I didn't know what to do, but I did know one thing, I wasn't running.... My appendages wouldn't let me. Just leave his ass there, he was the careless one! Just run!But......but I can't.What do you mean you can't?! Don't be so damn foolish! And aggravated snarl erupted from my own vocals, one of pure fury first directed to wards her, then to wards the beast another was sounded. It caused my entire body, although small, to shake rather violently. I could hear the other swamp monsters slowly moving into the waters around us. They were coming to aid the one that had already gotten Sarabi. There was a good chance that even if I got this one off his leg some how... some way... that another would just as easily take its place. As the waters around us began to move slightly, allowed my own hind leg muscles to tighten. My words, although I had so much to say, never leaving my mouth, instead I did something so idiotic, It would probably be the death of me. As the two played tug'o'war with Sarabi's leg, my own white, muddy bodice flung itself forward. The creature had been so obsessed with Sarabi that I was almost certain it didn't see me come bounding further to wards the left. My own jowls were parted.. I was aiming for the eyes, there was no where else to aim, it's snout was covered in thick scales as well as the rest of its body. It wasn't like a had a clean shot to the stomach, which was probably another vulnerable area.. I felt my jaws clamp mainly on the hard scaly surface, except for one canine, that pierced through something rather soft, and mushy. I could feel whatever it was inside it seeping into my mouth, and it was a rather horrid taste. Not the kind you'd acquire from latching onto my own species. I could feel the sudden jolt of the swamp beast as it left go of the leg and snapped in my general direction, however with the power the creature had he sent me flying further onto the little island. My own body landing with a fierce thud. My own rather loud yelp echoing throughout the lands before I yelled after him. "Not without you, now fuckin' run!

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That swamp bastard had some good aim because we had tossed my rather measly body was a broken tree branch which penetrated straight through my hind leg like a spear in my hindquarter. The somewhat thick, branch and went straight through the extra flesh coming out the other side, and I couldn't help but feel the pain violently lashing through my bottom portion as I struggled up to my own paws. Ready to sprint after him the best I could, even with this hunk of bark through my own flesh. I'll deal with it later now was not the time. The rest of these creatures were closing in and rather fast. Must admit though, it sure did hurt! I love pain, but some... I could definitely do without.


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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/sarabi-middle.png] He felt the beasts jaws tighten, sinking closer to the bone. If the little bastard bit down any harder Sarabi was sure it would snap his thin legs in two. Sarabi wasn't a small creature, but the swamp beast outweighed him, and over powered him with the ease of a giant. He barely had the strength to fight back. He could feel its power in its jaws and the muscles it used to try and pull him closer to the water. All the while he was struggling trying desperately to find the creatures eyes with his teeth in his panic. It wasn't obvious that Sarabi was indeed panicking, for he had long ago learned to conceal his more coward like attitudes, but his mind was frantic, and the fury he felt because of the creatures wish rode him hard. He hoped as he struggled that Fetisha had gone, at least he'd saved one life from this fate. He couldn't imagine anyone being dumb enough to stay. Their fear would over ride them and send them fleeing. Hell, he wasn't even sure he wouldn't do the same. It was a death wish, one he's landed directly in front of. He felt his limbs protect, his muscles burning with pain as he tried to drag himself back, pushing against the earth with his three free legs to prevent the beast from pulling him down. It was a battle that Sarabi knew he couldn't win alone, one he was merely still struggling with because he wanted to give Fetisha time to get away. Till then he'd struggle, and try to distract the beasts from her presence. Yet Sarabi underestimated the she wolf. He hadn't, in the least expected her to stay. She was no match for these given her smaller size. Hell, he wasn't and he was quite a good bit larger than she was. Yet out of the dimness that surrounded him and his pain, she flew like a little hellion, snarling with fangs bared, and a bit of fury in those gold eyes of hers. He was genuinely surprised to see her after he'd told her to run, and though he was grateful for her reappearance out of the shock that had frozen her to the ground, he was indeed pretty pissed off that she hadn't listened to him. He'd meant to save her life and now she was simply threatening it. If something happened to her now he wouldn't forgive himself. Snarling as he dug his paws into the earth, he fought hard not to keep yanking on his leg, it hurt bad and he knew that the damage from him pulling back was worse than what the teeth alone, without a creature fighting, would have been like. He knew muscle was torn, skin pretty much shredded where the teeth had dragged along the muscled portion. If he didn't die of it becoming infected, it would be a miracle. He only hoped that nothing worse would happen now. If anything to save him from a headache. He felt when the beast leg go, his body and the weight he had pulling back had his body very nearly flinging itself backwards. He landed on his back as the alligators fury tore apart the shore and sent water flying far above them and raining down all around them. He heard Fetisha's words as he struggled to turn over, his body twisting to push himself to his feet. He felt the pain flash as he put weight on his leg and growled at the injury. His breathing was coming out in heavy pants, ragged and harsh as air tore through his lungs and physically hurt him. Yet he didn't waste time to catch his breath. No he moved, or rather ran to the edge of the little island and leap back into the foul murky waters. He plunged into their depths just barely preventing his head from going under as they both made a beeline for the main bank. All around the the swamp beasts were in motion, the injured one still thrashing around at the loss of its eye. While the others were perusing the hunt. Their little island wasn't that far from the bank, but enough for the beasts to very nearly close in around them. They were faster in the water than two injured wolves but adrenaline pushed them both forward. Within moments Sarabi literally dragged himself over onto dry land, yet he didn't allow himself rest, not here. He turned to Fetisha and before she could even pulled herself out of the water he lowered his head, once again grabbing her by the scruff and with her help he dragged her out of the waters before the beasts could close in around them a second time. ”Keep moving... we can't rest yet... not yet.” He said, out of breath as he nudged her forward, keeping her on her feet as he moved forwards limping painfully. He was soaked, cold and in a great deal of pain, but he didn't stop moving and he didn't allow Fetisha to stop either till the muddy ground of the swamp turned into thin layers of pale white snow. He slowed as they reached it, now on the very borders of where the swamp began. He paused long enough to peer back, and make sure she was on his heels. Yet the train of crimson both their trails left worried him. He hadn't realized till then that Fetisha was injured. He couldn't even find the moment in which she'd have gotten such a wound. Sarabi looked at her then, a mixture of fury and gratitude in his eyes. ”Why would you stay? I told you to go, you should have left me there! At least then you wouldn't be injured and now in the same situation as I am. If we don't die of infection then its a wonder if we don't both die of sheer stupidity..” He complained as he turned away from her, his eyes on a near tree. Its roots rose up out of the ground, creating a sort of cradle where the snow piled up. They would at least be able to keep away from the chilled wind, and clean their wounds. The little hollow in the tree where the snow hadn't reached would allow them a slightly dry spot to lay. He was, however afraid that he wouldn't be able to fit. Well, he'd allow her to tuck herself into the warmth and put his back to the elements. If, of course she wasn't afraid of small spaces. Sarabi limped to the hollow, not caring to hide the injury or even how much it pained him. He couldn't keep weight on it, it simply hurt to damn much. ”Come on... We can rest here. Tuck yourself in first, I'll make space once I know at least you fit.” He said. His voice far calmer than it had been a minute ago. It also held a slightly apologetic note to it. Even his ruby eyes as he turned his attention to her, held the same note his voice did. He was sorry for snapping and thankful that she had, in return saved his life. ”If we don't get warm now, we will likely freeze to death.” He added and sighed heavily, suddenly tired from the nights events.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The smart thing to have done, would of most certainly listened to him and taken off, but no I had to be foolish and act like some bad ass, where did that get me? A stick through the freakin leg, thats where it got me! But I suppose that beats feeling the mouth full of dull, determined fangs slashing through my flesh and crushing my bone. I would have hated to be in Sarabi's shoes, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what that had felt like. Although I must admit, he did a hell of a job concealing his pain. In all honesty, I personally don't think I would be able to suck it up the way he had. I was still in shock that I had managed to get the reptilian beat to leave go of his leg, I wasn't nearly expecting that to happen, and due to all the shock and adrenaline rushing through me, I seemingly had forgotten that I had a spear like twig penetrated through my own leg. I managed to get back upon all fours as I watched, still in pure disbelief. The whole damn thing had caught me clearly off guard. I followed him willingly as both of our bodies leapt into the murky, parasite filled waters. Instinctively I knew this couldn't possibly be good with the wounds we both possessed.. More so for his. I could hear the rest of them bastards slowly moving into he waters around us from the banks, I could hear the splashes of water and my legs began to kick faster as if I were on speed. The only thing visible from the tops of the waters were our heads. That was it. Our entire bodies covered by the filthy water. The whole time I feared for my life, thinking one of those things were gaining on us. They were slower on land, however there was no telling how they were in the water, their bodies were built for such a terrain. No sooner after we hit the bank, he managed to beat me with the getting onto dry land. He,however, did not hesitate to grab me by the scruff of my neck and pull me out. I could feel his rough jowls clamp onto me, and the jolt caused a shock wave of pain to run through my canvas. I was not a pup anymore and so I lacked all that extra skin around my neck. My entire body was hurting, radiating pain. My appendages no longer wanted to move but his words followed by that nudge forced me to continue on. I didn't have that stamina anymore, not like I used to. My body was tired, I had pushed it to its limits. Straining myself to continue to move. Once my body was out of the water I could feel the coldness of the air stabbing me. Turning my entire body numb. I Was shivering rather violently at this point. My white coat, no longer white and fluffy instead it was rather grimy looking, soaking wet with that thick brown goo. Mud caking my legs, the only thing that was even remotely white now was my head. And no matter how many times I tried to stop moving, he wouldn't allow me to do such a thing. He kept pressuring me onward. Forcing me to go against what my body wanted to do.. What it needed to do. I needed to stop, I wanted to lay down.. And it was then that she came back from her trance. Her own voice now filling the numbness in my brain. Sending another shock wave through my body. 'Couldn't just let the monsters finish him off could you. Would have saved me the trouble.' 'Lets just leave him be, if it wasn't for him we'd both be goners.' Her words were annoying me, like gnats around your face on a hot summers day. All she seemed to ever want to do was fight, or to kill. Thats all that crossed her mind. At least in my opinion I have a wider set of topics to think about, not always the same thing over and over again. 'I think about other things too. Like, I'm hungry for instance, and look he's already wounded. Jobs halfway done. He'll be a lame from here on out. No use for anyone else. So why not take him out of his misery, doll? He was severely wounded... So I would technically be helping him out, wouldn't I? What if he does catch some sort of parasite and it kills him slowly. I wouldn't want him to suffer, no.. What kind of life would that be? To know your slowly dying inside... Feeling your internal organs slowly shutting down... If that were me, then I wouldn't like that... No, I'd want someone to take me out. 'So, you would be doing him a favor dear. And you know it. Secretly, he'd be eternal grateful for such a good deed done.' He would... wouldn't it? I could feel my own gaze lingering on him as if I were a homeless man staring a cheeseburger. My own jowls had begun to water. I could feel the saliva filling my mouth, dripping free of my lips. Once again she was succumbing me in. Filling my mind with non sense, but she made it oh so believable. What broke my train of thought was when his words whipped from his lips, and struck me like a snake. My own startled gaze now taking place of my features. I had forgetting about my own wound. And how much it had hurt. My Ears went back against my skull as his lyrics sunk deep into my brain. My own words formed in my vocals and soon floated into the open air. "Well you sure as hell weren't gonna save your own ass without assistance. That was perfectly noticeable. And you should be grateful someone decided to help you ass. Learn gratitude. It could get you far in life. And what kind of knight would I be if I let someone else die trying to save my ass. We are only supposed to kill the weak, and what you did back there... That was far from weak. You should have ran and saved your own ass. I would have been just fine!"

[/i] My own tone had risen more than its usually tone, my words lashing off my tongue as I glared at him, it was then that it dawned on me what he said about both of us being injured, and I looked back as that shooting pain finally found its way through the mixture of feeling I had felt, my entire hind end growing weak, almost knocking me to the ground. A few curses slipping out of my maw, as I realized that I to was hurt. It was when that gator had flung me. What kind of damn luck is that? Out of everywhere to land, I landed on a damn stick. Sheer cursed luck for you! I wanted to yelp out in pain, but I did my best to conceal it.. Although it was clearly visible by the way my body trembled, and that look of sheer pain visible in my golden orbs. 'Don't look so weak, you pathetic bitch! Perhaps You shouldn't be allowed to walk this land either. You wont be worth a damn to the General now. Good for nothing! All thanks to your carelessness. He'll kill you off you know. Probably do it slow to, judging by the way he portrays himself.' She was right, now I was considered weak, what use would The Order have for me now? 'You'd have to prove yourself, and what better way to do it than use him as your bait? Dragunov doesn't know about the gator incident.. We can pull it off you and I.. I continued to watch Sarabi with needy, pain filled eyes, forcing myself yo continue to walk. Gritting my teeth all the way... I could make it quick, and painless.. He wouldn't have to feel it. I didn't want to see him suffer. What the fuck is wrong with me? You're growing soft on me, dear.. Don't worry though love. I'll fix that. We'll get you back to normal.' I was fighting the urge to attack him, to feel my canines rip through his flesh. I didn't want to do it. But her words were so persuasive. They always were.

As I continued to follow him, my dial was low. So I was more even with my rolling shoulder blades. I didn't walk with a limp though, not like he was.. No instead I was more dragging my leg, I didn't want to tighten the muscle in my hindquarters. As we neared that tree he looked back to me. And brought me back to earth once more. This time his tone was much softer. I listened intently and Eyed the tree with a sigh. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him, why couldn't I? Something wasn't clicking in my brain. Something was seriously wrong with me. Have I fallen Ill? I managed to squeeze my way into that smaller sized cubby hole, careful not to scrape that stick that was still sticking out of my flesh on anything. After I had gotten a bit cozy, I looked up to him, with those same pain filled orbs I had possessed a bit early. Clearing my throat I managed to force a few simple words out. "Thank you..."[/i] My tone was way below a whisper, as if it hurt for me to say such words. My cranium rested on my front paws as I watched him inattentively. Twin towers twitching slightly. It was then that it really struck me. My entire body wanted to stop working. I was in pain, exhausted, and just, well... I over exerted myself. A sigh escaped my lips. Body still trembling from the cold that never seemed to stop. I was built for such climates... However it was common sense to not be so damn wet in such a weather. My body was soaked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] Just seein if this is still goin on? :-) I'm Ba-ack! From disappearance lmao. Used the wrong table too, >.< haha bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump bump And many more bumpity bump bump's :-D Muse- Word Count- OoC-

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