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Post by lillystcrowe on Apr 16, 2011 19:37:12 GMT -5
Lilly snarled at the werewolf, her fangs bared and her eyes full of annoyed hatred. Moving away from him she rolled her eyes and stood on the opposite side of Silver, smiling at his enthusiasm. She used her sharp claws to scratch behind his ears and on his back, all the way to the base of his tail. Shocked, she stopped for a second as a fight between the idiotic werewolf and Zmey broke out, then smiled as Zmey toward over the stupid werewolf. Turning back to Silver she smiled at him, plopping on the ground next to him to pull him into her lap so she could pet him more.
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Post by declan on Apr 16, 2011 20:49:31 GMT -5
Saint AListor growled and snarled, his teeth bared and his tail whipping behind him. "Die..." He snarled, before leaping at Zmey. His claws sunk into the dragoney fur, his teeth sinking into her neck. His tail flashed behind him and his eyes were full of blood lust.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 16, 2011 21:00:43 GMT -5
Zmey only laughed, the sound a rumble almost like thunder despite being female. She pulled him from her lower neck area as thats all he could possibly reach. Her mind's voice spoke aloud, her maw unmoving. " Your power is small, you're too young to even match my own. Calm yourself Werewolf, the fight is pointless.[/i]" The silver dragon threw the ignorant male into a nearby tree, avioding one of her own. The force of her throw sent him half way into the trunk of a Redwood. " You shouldn't be angered by being called young, as its a gift you may not keep.[/i]"
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Post by darkfang on Apr 16, 2011 21:27:34 GMT -5
Rayvenn peeked her small head out the window as a fight broke out. She gasped and moaned as she herd her bones crunching under her skin. She screamed loud enough for the others to hear as her body grew and shifted. Fur dissapeared into her skin and her wings and tail shrunk into her body. After an agonizing five minutes she lay there, panting, exhausted, and compleatly human.
"Alright everyone shut up and stop fighting. NOW!" She had her Colt Anaconda .44 magnum pointed at the four of them, though her hand was trembling violently in absolute terror. Her voice shook as well but she still cocked her gun, pointing it at each one of them in turn. She had no idea if it would harm any of them but it made her feel sfer at least.
"Now...Tell me what the Hell is going on!"
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 16, 2011 21:48:43 GMT -5
Silver murred as he was pulled back into the Vampire's lap and was scratched. His hind leg began to flick uncontrollably as she began scratching down him to the beginning of his tail. He turned his head back to her and began to lick her, his purple tongue making longue strokes a brush on a fence. He stopped when she stopped to admire Zmey and the Werewolf fighting. He turned as a Colt Anaconda was pointed at him and his fear was shown, however he stood in front of Lilly to shield her. Her kindness did not go unrewarded, he was willing to die for her should shots be fired from the revolver.
He turned to make sure she stayed behind him. By the looks of the gun, if fired could do so much damage it was unrepairable. He was worried about her although she may have been somewhat creepy. He feels almost as a puppy as in she knew what buttons to push to get him to do what she wanted. He felt they both got what they wanted and thought of becoming Lilly's pet whilst he lived here, unless he met his abrupt end by the gun that was held by the fox thing, which was now human again. He was becoming confused and thus was easily upset by stupid little things. He began to get upset just because the gate was closed still and began to growl loudly despite the gun which was still pointed at them.
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Post by lillystcrowe on Apr 17, 2011 20:54:57 GMT -5
Lilly smiled, whispering in the wolf's ear quietly, "Does da puppy like dat?" She winked as she teased him playfully, then gasped as the adorable little fox approached them as a human, with gun in hand. She coward behind Silver, her hands tangledin his fur.
"Don't....please...." Her red eyes were pleading, even though she knew the bullets wouldn't hurt her, she feared for SIlver's life already.
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Post by declan on Apr 17, 2011 21:06:13 GMT -5
Saint Alistor growled furiously as he was thrown into a tree. He shook himself off and prepared to leap once more when a whine escaped his muzzle. He backed up against the tree and stared at the approaching figure.
An extreamly sexy girl was approaching them, clad in all black, and had a huge gun pointed directly at them. "Damn..." He breathed, and instantly shifted back to human form, smiling seductivley at the girl. Sliding towards her he purred, "Don;t worry hun, we aren;t going to hurt you...at least...I won't...not in that way." He winked at her, hoping she would catch his sexual innuendo.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 17, 2011 21:14:12 GMT -5
Zmey looked behind her, and watched as the first arrival decided to pull out her gun. This only brought about a laugh, which contiuned as her frame began to break and reshape itself, the thunderous laugh turned into her musical human one. She approached the young girl and pointed the gun downwards. " There is no need for that, I'll explain everything." She looked at the ill-bred werewolf, and pushed him away. " Hands off before I let her shoot you." She looked back at the gate, which swung open for the Vampyre and the shifter, allowing them enterance into her home and theirs. Her silver eyes watched the young girl, and awaited to see if she would comply.
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Post by darkfang on Apr 17, 2011 21:58:23 GMT -5
Rayvenn looked at the dragon-girl and pointed her gun at her as she approached, but quickly switched her aim to this annoying wolf-boy. "Shut up and don't you dare touch me!" She snarled at him, her finger squeezing the trigger halfway. Her body shook and trembled as the dragon girl lowered her gun and told her she would explain everything.
Rayvenn growled and shuddered in her lingering pain, her calf-length black leather coat rustling behind her in the soft breeze. "Tell me what the hell is going on and what the hell just happened to me! And who and what the hell are all you creatures?"
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 17, 2011 22:25:15 GMT -5
Silver Angel was continously rubbed from behind and couldn't help but pant and just stand there. He felt oddly at home with the Vampire, though he found it odd she seemed to hit on him while shifted. He took it more like a pet and thought of himself as her pet while he was a wolf. He was thankful upon the gate opening and he ran into the yard instantly marking the front gate a couple times more from instinct.
As he finished he padded into the yard nonchalantly as he layed down. He then rolled onto his back. He was hoping Lilly or someone was going to rub his stomach. He had always heard dogs like it, he was a wolf but still a canine. He waited there for a while as he let his orbs roll around the empty space. He every so often caught a form either standing still or moving however he was more waiting for a heavenly belly rub. (XD)
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Post by lillystcrowe on Apr 18, 2011 16:49:19 GMT -5
Lilly carefully slipped past the trio, plopping herself down next to Silver. “I’m Lilly by the way…Lilly St. Crowe…” She whispered in the wolf’s ear, seductive yet childish at the same time. She knew he was a shifter, but sensed he liked to be in his wolf form more than his human one. She scratched his belly happily, expecting an enthusiastic reaction.
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Post by declan on Apr 18, 2011 17:03:34 GMT -5
Saint Alilstor backed away quickly at the threat of letting the pretty girl shoot him. “Okay then…Cool it chicka…I’m just playin’” he mumbled to himself. Standing outside the gate he waited for the girl to lower her gun, not wanting to get shot in the least bit. At the girl’s question he answered quietly, “I’m a werewolf…” He then rolled his eyes at her and pushed his way into the gate, backing up into a tree and leaning against it, waiting to see what would happen next. His fingers tapped against his leg softly, as he was impatient to be allowed in the house.
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Post by nyteshayde on Apr 18, 2011 22:46:07 GMT -5
The werewolf's retreat made her smile, she lightly removed the gun from the arrival's hand. " Well then, shall we go inside?" Her pupiless gaze traveled over the four, and glided up the steps and into the open carved doors. As Zmey entered the castle-like mansion, the lights switched automatically bringing light to the seemingly dark features of the home. The walls held tapestries, a couple bore her family's emblem: A red dragon wrapped around a black rose. The rest were scenes from her family's history, their greatest achievements in her long living bloodline. The ceilings where high and had a nice somewhat golden color to them, some changing to a calming deep red and a golden brown, depending on the purpose of the space.
Zmey's walk ended in the parlor, or the 'living room' of the house. She lightly sat down in a black cloth chair, her posture suggesting her to be the quiet leader she is. She placed her left leg over her right, her black dress seeming to move around her ankles, constantly shifting position. Her gaze went around the room, comfortable in the large space, large portraits hanging on the walls, one of her great-great-great-great Grandfather, and his wife, her mother, and father. Her gaze saddened to see the family portrait, her 3 brothers and 4 sisters, mother and father, herself in the middle, standing out with her style of dress and eyes.. 'The gifted one' they called her. She forced herself to turn from the picture, and awaited the 2 shifters, the vampyre and the werewolf to enter.
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Post by darkfang on Apr 18, 2011 23:50:57 GMT -5
Rayvenn snarled and followed the dragon girl quickly, hoping to retreive her gun from her. After entering the large mansion she stopped in front of Zmey, crossing her pale arms over her ample chest; which was clad in a long dark leather jacket, a tight black bodice underneath it. "My gun." She said simply, extending one hand. Looking back to see if the others would follow, she hoped to get her gun back before then. The chains on her black skinnies jingled as she shifted her weight from leg to leg, impatiant to get her protection back.
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Post by silver Angel on Apr 19, 2011 6:20:47 GMT -5
Silver laid on the ground and Lilly again wandered over to him. She was whispering her name in his ear and it made his audits twitch because it made the fur tickle his sensitive audits. His right hind leg went crazy making the 'scratch' motion in the air as she rubbed him. As he layed there his tassle was at a fast paced sway and his cranium flicked around in excitement. He had his black orbs opened also and saw Zmey head into the mansion.
As she had entered he rolled himself over, excited to see what he had been missing. His suicide plan still hanging in his mind, he began almost searching the home as they entered sniffing, yet following as if expecting to see his parents again, 'Why does this place smell like my parents,' he began wondering, 'have I been here before?' As he realizes he felt drawn to it as he found it he also realizes there must be a lot more to this place. He tilts his head as he sees Zmey stop and pads in front of the two as Rayvenn asked for her gun back. He sat back on his haunches quietly as if scared to ask.
He however again layed down after a while and his form began to change, his orbs closed in pain as he began to ignore it as his parents had taught him to. His maw melted into a human mouth as he twisted it. A wince was seen but no outward scream could be heard emitting. The transformation took but minutes, yet to him it felt like hours. The release of finally shifting caused a sigh even though, he found himself opening his orbs a bit too quickly and pain rushed over him causing an, "Awwww," and a gentle writhing in pain to happen. He layed there a minute in human form.
As he finally stood he looked to Zmey, questions nagging at the back of his brain. He had to ask, but would she be receptive? He had to try, "Zmey, is it," he asked quickly going on, "Did my parents ever stay here, well before they were killed?" He found himself quickly asking also, "Did I ever stay here," as he had found traces of his scent, yet not as strong as his parents. He felt a tear rush to his orb from the emotional pain of bringing them up. He turned his back to hide it away from them a small knife could be seen in his back pocket, it had traces of blood on it, his own in fact. He didn't reach for it as he was with company, it wasn't a polite action. He only cut in complete privacy and when he felt like it was the only way to keep him from killing himself.
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