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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 4:10 am
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Jade growled and crouched, ready to begin a fight, when yet another man toppled into the clearing. This one, thankfully, was a musician. She instantly perked up some and smiled at him, grateful to see someone with a familiar profession. "No need for fighting, mutt. Now there's two musicians here. I told you before, we're harmless, you just caught me on a bad day. Leave me alone now and nothing else will happen. I'll also get away from your territory or whatever and never come back. How's that sound?" Jade cracked a smile wide enough to show off her tiny vampire fangs and tried to look innocent, which wasn't achieved. Being crouched down defensively, holding a sai, and smiling, Jade looked a lot more like a maniac than a harmless musician.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:42 am
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Oliver barked and dropped his mace. The sounds of bones crunching and popping could be heard amongst the mixed growls, snarls, and howls of he and his men as they went into their hybrid forms. His claws grew longer, a thick coat of rust red fur with black spots came across him. He grew, his leg bones reshaping, an extra join being added above the knee, giving him an extra foot of height. His features changed, sizable muscles grew even larger, his neck pitched forward, his muzzle elongated, his jaw widened and was filled with razor sharp fangs, his eyes glowed with a malicious red. His men followed suit, the colouration of fur differing, but not much else.
"Both of you, in the centre on your knees, weapons and instruments in a pile in front of you. NOW."
His voice was now unpleasant.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:49 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:24 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:34 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:43 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:45 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:50 am
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"There's honor, and then there is duty, and as the Alpha of the Fenrir's Own, it is my duty to purge the land of all potential threats like yourself. You are surrounded, and heavily outnumbered. There are eleven seasoned veterans, a general, and his personal guard here. No one will even know the fight happened. You should listen to the halfie, she's talking the most sense. Now both of you, cast down your weapons and state your business in the area."
Oliver's words were accompanied by the occasional snarl from his men, who were all revved up and ready to go. The demon's notion of Honor was incorrect. This was a pack society, One pack, One purpose. There was no Honor in one member being injured while the rest did nothing to assist.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 9:03 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 9:34 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 9:39 am
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