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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jul 16, 2007 0:50:45 GMT -5
This is the last time I come here because this place is just deserted! The massive tom snarled, lashing his tail like a whip. His stocky body limped around the farm uninterestedly, his amber eyes burning. His left forearm was still chewed up, but he paid no notice to the horrific wound. Phobia’s orbs narrowed as he spotted an orange pelt slumped at the edge of the clearing. A sinister smile curved on the malicious loner’s maw as he stalked towards it. The lump poked up its head only to drop it back down out of fatigue. My luck! An ill fox pup. He rasped, looming over the pup. Phobia bared his large fangs into another smile and bit hard into the fox’s neck. The pup let out a wail of agony that was cut short by gurgling and choking noises. The tortoiseshell released its throat, his bloodstained teeth glinting in the pale moonlight. Easy prey, and what a fine night to gorge myself. The tom chuckled. He began to eat his newly caught prey, still alert to anyone intruding on his fine dinner.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 16, 2007 18:57:10 GMT -5
Brier stalked up. the battle scared loner had very noticeable and grusome scars in some places, but the one on his right eye usally caught everyones looks. he had no friends but was striving the same as if he did. he spotted phobia and snorted.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jul 16, 2007 19:41:02 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell’s ears fell back as he drew his head up from the carcass. Hey, punk, what’s up with you and interrupting my dinner, eh? Phobia growled, his amber eyes locked into the loner’s pelt. He was facing Brier now, his chewed up forearm clearly seen. Those scars on him are nothing, compared to me. This kid is as good as dead to me now. He thought spitefully.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 16, 2007 20:50:47 GMT -5
Brier said nothing. he just stared at phobia with his dark eyes.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jul 16, 2007 22:17:23 GMT -5
Hey, did you hear me? Or are you deaf? Phobia growled, baring his bloody fangs in a tight snarl. His patience was already wearing thin and this loner wasn’t helping. Oh, I see. You’re one of those tough guys who think they’re so cool. Hahaha. That’s funny, kid. The tom laughed, his eyes glinting in the pale moonlight.
Ooc: Try to type at least four sentences per post, mkay?
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 17, 2007 19:16:14 GMT -5
OOC: kk sorry i was having mental issues
IC:
Breir just looked at him boredly. finally he said no. i said nothing because i have a right to. or are you the new controler of everything? he dark eyes still stared coldly. the ocelot pattered cat snorted again with out meaning to.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jul 17, 2007 23:44:43 GMT -5
Don't get confident you arrogant fool. Now leave me in peace, you're lucky that I've already killed something this evening. Phobia hissed, turning back to his meal. This kid is annoying... If he says one more thing.. The loner thought, ripping a piece of the fox viciously into his mouth.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 19, 2007 1:10:54 GMT -5
i don't have to obey your orders. if you can make me thats fine, but otherwise..... brier yawned. he had already eaten and had no intentions of stealing the cats fox. but if this cat wanted to fight, he would fight. Brier yawned again and continued staring.
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