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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2010, 09:02 PM Post #126 |
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They exchanged smiles for a moment before their lips met, sliding her tongue along his lips. She nearly didn't notice he had broken free from her hold till his hands were roaming her body. Cooing, leaving into his touch. The wild moments that followed she would never forget. She stretched out, sprawling against the bed. Her interest perked when he spoke about the little town. She felt the same why. There was something going on, and she was curious to discover why and who and what. Staring up at him, reaching out to touch his cheek. "Even if we must turn this town upside down, I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of it." Abby sobbed as the scene continued to play out. She refused to leave the castle, begging for the Old King and new to do something. She had watched her parents murdered before her eyes, she sought justice for the innocent blood he spilled! Anger seething in her heart. It didn't take long before she began to plan her own means of getting rid of the wolf. To stop this chaos. She would gladly bring the monster Elias' head. And she wouldn't be the only one unable to sit still throughout the whole ordeal. Sonic was stuck on the sidelines as the war raged. He did his best to keep the people's hopes high. But he had to wonder why this was so hard? They had far more technology then the primative wolves had, an air strike launched by his little buddy would have wiped out the problem. But Tails was currently out of commission. As was Sally for the time being. They had been helping Knuckles this time around. Now he was regretting letting them leave. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2010, 12:09 AM Post #127 |
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Elias watched as history repeated itself. There is a strange moment of revelation when you watch fate grab you by your collar and throw you into a course that would ultimately lead to your destiny. Some would call it "the hero's path", others "the way of the martyr". For Elias, it was as if the dead had returned. A shadow flickered across his face, as he watched the scene play out before him. In his ears the lamentations of his people through the voice of one girl echoed for justice, salvation, and restoration. He turned to his council, whose voice had become such an integral part of his life now full of silence. It was not a silence of thought, but of absolute fear. Fear. It was a symptom that gripped his people, and he was well aware of how strong this vice was from his experience in the Feral Forest, and Robotnik. Fear. It would drive the most sound mind, insane. The bravest soul, to a quivering heap. The most optimistic into a black labyrinth of doubt. Fear. Now he understood what his father had told him, those many years ago. "Stare too long into the abyss, and the abyss will stare into you." "But I am not my father..." He thought. "I have faced this tyrant before, and I will face him again." His gaze caught his wife who was sitting by their sleeping daughter. He walked over and tenderly stroked the little girl's hair, then looked up. His expression was serious. He leaned down, kissed his wife then without another word he turned and walked over to Sonic. "The wolf want's a fight, I say we give him a fight. We give him hell. Then, if they have not retreated with their tails between their legs. I will go out there, and do what I should have done years ago. It was love that stayed my hand and now it is for love that I will fight. Rally the troops. Today is a red day, a blood day. Today all the promises you made to this land, this city, now fulfill them! " Elias said sternly. "Suit me up, I will wear the armor of my father! I will lead where he can no longer tread. Sonic will you stand with me?" From the top of the castle a pennant unfurled. It was the crest of Acorn. Horns blasted as soldiers suited up for war. They were not alone. There came a rumble as thunder across a distant horizon. A cloud of dust grew larger, until beneath could be seen the Overlander's trucks and artillery. They too, had a bone to pick with Veratus. The call had reached them from the homing pigeons. This was their answer. They set up camp on the high ground, with signals passing via morse code lights. Some of the older mobians were able to remember morse code and they acted as interpreters. They could only hope that Veratus' men did not have such an advantage. At least, that they could not break the code. Veratus kept an eye on the new arrivals. He needed to change his attack tactic, but he would not divide his army up. His push was to raze Mobotropolis to the ground. He would still keep the full focus of their attack on the city. However, he also had a plan. His mobians were battled hardened and strong. They were larger than Overlanders and had all the attributes of their animal counterparts. They were the product of the BEM genetic bomb, but they seemed to have gained the advantage. A fact they readily exploited for their own gains. This battle and the overlanders were no exception. Vertaus sent his hyena shock troops to scout around the Overlander camp. If the Overlanders had a weakness, the female hyenas would smell it out. They were merciless and enjoyed the taste of human flesh. Such traits were why Veratus chose them for this particular mission. The hyenas gave a wicked cackle as they disappeared into the darkness. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2010, 01:01 AM Post #128 |
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She felt no fear, only anger. Bitter and all consuming. When the King would declare war, a full frontal attack, she willing joined them. But she had her own goals in mind when she joined. Sure the bastard Veratus was only seeking out to kill Elias but that didn't mean she was against pitting herself against him too. As the warriors geared themselves and pulled as many willing and able volunteers as they could Alley locked herself away. Having made it out of her home with just the clothes on her back and the trinkets in her pockets, she turned to her cards for one last reading. The results... weren't good. They never were. But it didn't matter, she had no one to bid a farewell too. No one would miss her when she was gone. Removing her card carrier she left it and her tarot cards behind. She was sure she would never need them again. Sonic continued to stare out into the chaos that waited for them outside the shield. His heart racing, both fear and excitement pumping through his veins, making him daring and aching for that freedom to run outside the dome around them. There would be no holding back, there would be bloodshed and he had to show no mercy. he knew this based on the way the King addressed him, spoke to him. The blue hedgehog nodded, cracking his cheeky smile. But deep down he had to worry. His friends...his family and loved ones counted on him. He would have to do what had to be done. "I with you, all the wall." Clasping the King's hand to seal the deal. This time around Sonic was going into battle as a warrior, not just under the name of 'The Fastest Thing Alive.' Due to her abilities Alejandra was able to make it out of the castle unseen. Sneaking under the barrier she was going to make a break for the human encampment. Something told her that he last answers and hope would be there. Moving with the speed and grace of her combined heritage, she was the mind for those few moments. Soundless, an empty void passing through with the wind at her back. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 22 2010, 02:26 PM Post #129 |
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The next morning was like any other. The town was peaceful, and the weather nice. There was a nip in the air, and the ground was covered in a blanket of freshly fallen snow. The aroma of freshly baked bread drifted up to their room from below, combined with the delicious smell of eggs, bacon, and sausage being cooked. Outside the villagers were already out and about doing the different chores and opening up their shops to sell their wares. Some headed off to the forest where they would return with game, and others with sledges laden with felled trees to be converted into valuable timber. Some headed towards the mines, while others dragged small sleds onto the frozen lake, drilling holes into the ice they set their nets and started fishing. There was a peaceful rhythm to this town. It had some technology, but it still held onto the old tried and true methods of making a living from the land. Patch woke up rubbing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, his mouth watering at the smell of breakfast. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, then reached over nudging Nic to wake her up. He cleaned up, dressed, and was out the door downstairs. If there was one thing that drove him, it was food. He felt famished. Even after the dinner, he woke up hungry. He had a high metabolism, and that required food when it was readily available. For all he knew, this could be his last meal. It was how he lived his life, as if each day was his last. It was this innate driving force that pushed him to keep moving forward, to keep on his toes, to be alert, and to not invest too heavily in relationships. If Nic wanted to stay with him, fine. He did give her the option and offered to take her back to Mobotropolis. She chose to be with him, in this respect, he felt slightly relieved that if anything did happen to her.. it was not his fault. He sat down at the bar, smiled at the rabbit, and ordered a huge breakfast. "I am new to this town, I was wondering if there was anyone hiring around here?" He asked between bites. The rabbit rubbed her chin as she leaned against the counter. "Aye, I'm thinkin you should go check down at the sawmill. Bale the bulldog may have somethin' for the likes of you sugar. He's the boss down there, and he's always lookin for strong lads to help the jacks out in the forest. If you can swing an ax, an you ain't afraid of heights, cold, long hours, and hard work...you'll be fine. I'll give him a ring for ya, and see if he's got some time for an interview." She said. He nodded. "Sounds good." He replied. The rabbit then left him to his food and disappeared behind a swinging door leading to the kitchen. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 23 2010, 12:36 AM Post #130 |
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She had made it through the night. Reaching the Overlander camp without too much trouble. But she knew right behind her they were waiting, waiting waiting. At one point she felt as if they were at her heels, breath at the back of her neck. Laughter all around her. That horrible, hideous sound. But she never once stopped or looked back. Upon reaching the camp she found a safe hideaway where she could shift out of camouflage without startling the humans. Running her fingers through her hair, she did her best to straighten up her clothes and look somewhat presentable to the Commander that lead these troops. She found him amongst his generals as they rallied up the gunmen and jeeps. They weren't packing as heavy a then the wolves themselves. On such sort notice they pulled together what they could carry. But their high powered rifles and guns would do the job till they could have more troops arrive. Believe it or not the Kingdom of Acorn didn't have too many human allies. Most afraid of G.U.N. and what they may do to those who helped in a Mobian scuffle. Alejandra approached them, some stared, other seemed repulsed, but most just watched to see just that the Mobian had to say. She wore nothing that showed her alliance, nor did she seem dressed for war. There was a bit of contempt in the eyes of the old Overlander who was running the camp. An aged male, his eyes dulled gray by the years of hardship he had faced in the past. Once a general in his prime, Douglas Savron knew his way around these things and wasn't about to hear some 'pointers' from a child. Let alone one with questionable alliances. But he didn't stop the girl and even kept his companions at bay when they tired to step in. "What do you bring?" His thick accent foreign to her, but just understandable enough to let her answer back. "They are coming, they've sent out their best trackers, their most vicious warriors are coming." Ally warned them. desperate for the Overlander to listen to her. Swallowing her fear as she caught those looks a group of humans gave her. Sure some were sympathizers, others were here for blood and glory. And who would turn down killing a few Mobians in good cause? She didn't feel every safe, that was for sure. And it wasn't just because she was sure their were rebel forces at her heels. "Just please, rally! They're coming, you have to be ready for them. Please.." She begged, pleaded. He would take her words into consideration... but he dismissed her. She didn't have to leave, but she didn't need to hear anymore from her. Ally was just just fine with that, seeking warmth by the fire, waiting out what the fates would bring her come morning. She slept light, flinching when anyone drew close, which was often enough. Nic sighed when she was forced to wake. Looking at Patch begrudgingly, hugging her pillow when he began to dress and leave. Once she was gone she hurried to the bathroom, in the middle of her step she was overcome by a wave of nausea. Not thinking she would make it to the toilet in time. Whatever she had eaten the night before was simply flushed away. After a solid few minutes and wild dry heaves later she simply rolled back into bed and decided sleep was better then moving. She must have caught something along their travels. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 27 2010, 12:22 AM Post #131 |
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Patch went upstairs and saw that Nic was still in bed. He gently nudged her, only to get some sort of muffled protest. "I'm going down to see a dog about a job. I will be back this evening." He said. He looked at her, gently stroking her cheek and giving her a scratch behind the ears. "You get some rest chere... looks like everything has caught up with you." Then, he turned and headed out. The path to the lumberyard was pretty well marked out, and even if it wasn't it was the most well trod path in the entire village. He followed it to a large yard, where timber was stacked up ready to be processed into lumber, and where finished piles of lumber was waiting to be shipped or sold. The bosses office was located a little way off from the saw works. He was a large english bull dog, well built, stocky, and all muscle. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he wore a heavy flannel shirt, jeans, and black boots. He did not look up when Patch entered the office, but he kept working. "I heard you were hiring. I'm new in town, and I'm looking for work." Patch said "Yeah, I got work. Show up at 4am tomorrow morning. That's when Mike will be in. You'll go out to the forest. If you can handle it, you're hired. If you give us any lip service, then don't bother coming back." The bulldog replied. Patch nodded. He was not offended by the bulldog's rudeness. Fact was, this was a hard country to live in. Chances are, he has had many a stranger walk through looking for work. If he could get in with this group, there is a good possibility that he can get some information on that army that attacked the village. Possibly, find out about why this town is doing so well, while the others have fallen into ruin. He returned to the inn late in the afternoon with some clothes and groceries. He ordered a pot of herbal tea for himself and Nic. Then checked on her. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 28 2010, 02:05 AM Post #132 |
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She had never even noticed when Patch had left and when he had returned. She simply groaned under his touch, burying herself under the sheets. There she dreamed, past the trees and through the winding roads. On the horizon she only saw red, blood red and felt the cold steel of a blade and screams of the dying. Was she back in the village, watching and experiencing those locals die? Or was this happening here and now? It felt real, and somewhere along the line she had seen her. The child from the stand, the one who was about to read her a fortune. She could feel the fear rise from the teen girl, so clear she could almost see it, taste it. Someone else could taste it as well. Smoke filled her nose next, then screams filled her ears. Before her she watched a bloodbath ensue. Monsters, no, Mobians. They attacked in a pack, savage and merciless. Not unlike the ones that demolished the small village. They attacked without warning, the dead of night. Watching the girl with the golden, cherry blond hair turn and witness a human torn to shreds, almost swearing she could feel the warmth of the blood splatter on her face the same it did for the female. Be surrounding, heart swelling with fear, thundering in her chest. She turned in time to watch one of the things lunge for her. No, for the girl. Nic woke screaming, feeling the sick rise in her throat and fall back into place with an acid swallow. Brow coated in a cold sweat, only then noticing she wasn't alone. Patch had returned and the world outside was growing cold as the sun set. She had slept throughout most of the day. What a waste. Rubbing her temples, fingers pushing her damp hair back, eying Patch from across the room. There wasn't much she could say, though her stomach rumbled and that was enough for her. She missed two meals already, didn't she? Who cared about the horrific images when her stomach ached like so. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 29 2010, 08:49 PM Post #133 |
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He looked over at her, her forehead was damp with sweat. Patch walked over and felt it. She was not feverish, just seemed skittish. There was a quiet knock at the door. He walked over and answered it, the rabbit had a large tray full of food. He paid her, and thanked her. She glanced over his shoulder at the form sleeping in the bed. "I'll come back with some homemade soup." She said quietly. "Girl looks like she's been through the wars." Patch nodded as he took the tray. The rabbit disappeared down the hall, and Patch closed the door. He sat the tray down on the table, and looked at the food. Roast chicken, vegetables, mashed potatoes, roast beef with gravy, and fresh baked bread with butter. There was a jug of beer and another of wine, and a glass jar of fresh water. Along with two cups. "Can you manage to eat?" He asked the weasel. He looked over at her concerned. It was not like her to be so, out of it. He took a knife and cut some slices of chicken, and some meat, spooned up a small portion of potato and vegetables on a plate and took it over to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and helped her sit up. "C'mon try." He took a bite first. "See, it's good..." He said quietly. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 30 2010, 12:54 AM Post #134 |
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She didn't move, didn't want to. No, she wanted to sleep, just close her eyes and get lost in her dreams again. But her dreams plagued her even when awake. She could still feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, feel the cold fear that welled up in her heart. The child's scared and tormented eyes. In the last moments she could feel the emptiness in the female's heart. She was going to die and she took it in stride. Nic could relate to it. Completely ignorant to the rabbit that came to the door, or the side conversation. It was the smell of food that had her attention. She rolled onto her side and eyed him and the tray. Her stomach rumbled and in the same time she felt utterly repulsed. She wasn't sure if she could keep anything down, and not much for trying to get sick in front of Patch. Then again she probably didn't look too good at the moment. She didn't fight it when he helped her up. Closing her eyes and sighing. Pulling her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her knees. The food looked delicious, especially after going all day without something to eat. Watching him eat only further unsettled her stomach. When he offered she finally had to make up her mind. The first spoonful sealed the deal. She ate at her own pace, going for seconds without care whether Patch would get some or not. Surprisingly she passed over the spirits and went for the water. Call it natural instinct. "Thank ya, I suppose." Was she getting sick? She didn't feel like this was just some cold, or flu. Maybe a passing bug. She hoped it would pass soon. It was only when she was done she questioned. "Where didja get the cash for this?" She had assumed they were strapped for cash since their escape from the ruined town. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 30 2010, 01:54 AM Post #135 |
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He watched her eat. He sat next to her, letting her lean against him. "I am apparently a war veteran. This was on the house." He replied quietly. "I will be leaving early tomorrow morning to go down and work. I'm not sure when I'll be back, the sawmill doesn't run on the same time as everyone else. I will have breakfast sent to you. Try and get some sleep, if you can." He stroked the soft fur behind her ears giving it a gentle scratch. "Would you like me to get you some tea?" He asked. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 30 2010, 02:16 AM Post #136 |
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Trying to scoot away from him when he got close. She didn't need it. It didn't feel right. Though she had to admit the scratching behind her ear was good. But that was that, nothing more. Finishing up what was left, curious as to how Patch could pull off the war veteran appeal. Well she supposed the eye wound would help his case. Well ease food was easy. But now he had a job? When did this happen? How long had she been out? No matter, she didn't plan on sticking around in this town long, and she knew he wouldn't either. He had admitted he wanted to get to learn some of the darker, deeper secrets of this town. He had his ways and she had her own. Disposing of the plate she rolled out of bed. All that sleeping had left her wide awake and restless. No sleep for her tonight. She worked better under the cover of darkness and all that BS. It was easier to hide the crime. And the body. She sought out another pair of clothing, something she found laying around, abandoned in the closet. A loose white collared shirt and matching, if only dingier, slacks. It was obviously a male's outer wear but she wasn't picking. It felt good to try something new. "Then get some rest. Ya work the mornin' shift, I'll take the night." It seemed the bit of dinner helped her nerves some, and put her in a better state. Here's hoping she didn't loose it somewhere behind a shed. Snagging the bottle of wine on the way out. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 30 2010, 03:36 AM Post #137 |
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He could only nod as she rambled on about stalking off somewhere. He ate his fill of the dinner, drank a few flagons of beer. Then setting the tray out for the rabbit to collect it, he cleaned up, and changed . He crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his head, and fell into a deep sleep. The morning would come early enough for him. Hyenas laugh before they kill. In the darkness, there was a cackle that rose up around the human encampment. Then, as a rushing wind they attacked. Swiftly, the hyenas took out the guard, leaping upon them before they managed to pull off a shot, dragging the corpses into the woods and devouring them. Leaving nothing but a bloody pile of clothes and weapons. They did not kill the entire camp, but between them they managed to put a good enough dent leaving the survivors firing into darkness. The jackals smelled the human's terror, and drank it in. They were certain that by the time the reinforcements arrived... they would have already taken the city. It was a good hunt. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2010, 12:37 AM Post #138 |
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She sighed softly when Patch simply went to bed. There was no good bye, no hug or kiss. He seemed to change moods at a drop of a hat. Nic sighed, leaving it at that. Saying her own bye and good night, heading into town to linger in the dark streets, perhaps heard a whisper or two. Plus, towns like these had to have some underground illegal activity. Poking around, unaware if anyone, or anything, was watching her. Taking a few sips of her drink, finding it helped to relieve the stomach pains. Morning couldn't come soon enough. The damage was clear come daylight. The gruesome remains, tattered clothing and bloody weapons, were the only signs of the missing soldiers. The worst was assumed instantly. A good half a dozen men were gone and without a single word or known cause. Well that was till they had found Alley, curled up and covered in dried blood, beneath the body of one of the hyena females. She had only been so lucky she had managed to put her horn to good use. The the predator leaped, it missed the strike, Alley's only means of defense was to keep her head down. The bitch was speared, but not without landing a blow on the hybrid. The two were dragged into a makeshift tent, tending to the reptilian female and examined the remains of the Mobian hyena. The commander was having a hard time keep his people in line, some began to panic, threatening to abandon their posts. They would need to either send word to the King, or hope that they could lend a hand before the Mobians took out the rest of them. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 6 2010, 02:14 AM Post #139 |
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The Overlanders were clearly shaken. They sent a desperate radio to their headquarters located in Station Square, but only received an eerie crackle and static as it seemed like the signal was lost, amid all the electromagnetic noise that surrounded the city of Mobotropolis. The nanites, although useful as tools to build and create, also emitted a strong emf frequency that disrupted any radio signals traveling over a long distance. The Commander looked at the mobian chameleon, he knew her expression and understood she had seen this sort of horror before. He then turned his attention to the hyena corpse. This creature was bigger than the normal Mobians they had encountered. She was as large as a full grown Overlander, and was strong too. "I've heard about these sort of things happenin'. " He mused to his Generals. "Back durin the days of the Great War, we had ourselves a problem with this sorta thing up in the north provences. Those critters weren't like the southern kind, no, it was like they were more animal... meaner, bigger, and nastier than their southern counterparts. " The hyena did not have any real identity on her, she was feral wearing what could be considered tribal amulets of a handcrafted sort. She had a small amount of money on her, and her weapons were crudely made out of sharpened onyx and steel. ![]() The Commander kicked the carcass aside. "Burn it." He said. "They may be the barbarians, but we are not... do not forget that. " Then, he addressed the chamelion. "I will send a small squadron with my general Lafayette to King Elias. My men can protect the castle, but until our radio SOS gets through to HQ we are helpless. I am requesting a meeting with the King, on his terms." The Commander said quietly. "You are to find out any weaknesses he may have, and tell me. I fear that such an army will not stop with Mobotropolis, but will push into Overlander territory." The Commander nodded to the general who saluted. "You will get medical care, then leave immediately." He concluded. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 11 2010, 12:28 AM Post #140 |
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There wasn't any lasting damage, but it was enough to have the female in a bit of shock. After her wounds were patched up she was more then willing to help. She didn't need to watch as they burned the body, the stink was enough. She bowed to the Commander, as was her custom, and saluted to him. If there was anything she could do to help she would do it. She knew a way of avoiding the massive army laying in wait, a long route around them but safer. Hopefully. Even if it meant she had to go back into enemy territory. With a heavy sigh and followed the small band of men. Her orders clear, she headed out with the troop with no weapon in hand. If death would come for her so be it. Able to switch between visibility she took the lead with the captain, addressing him quietly and under her breath. "You must have a death wish if you're out here." |
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| Deleted User | Feb 11 2010, 06:50 PM Post #141 |
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"I do not fear death." The captain replied cooly. "I have danced with death countless times. I have watched it take my men before my very eyes, some violently, others peacefully. I have seen its shadow pass three times over my household and buried three children in its wake. I have seen death knock on the door of my parents, and dear friends. No, I do not fear death. It has taught me a valuable thing, to appreciate life. To take every moment that I have been given, and to truly make the best of it. To love without hesitation, to forgive without a second thought, to learn and to share my knowledge with others. To be the best I can be and to use what talent I have in order to leave the future generations with something better." His voice became quieter as he signaled his men to scout ahead. They were nearing the enemy camp. To his disgust he saw the remains of the night watch, their limbs scattered about, a torso here, a leg there. They had been ripped and partially devoured by the beasts. He scavenged a revolver from one of the bodies along with some ammunition, then he pressed it into the chameleon's hands. "Whatever you do, shoot to kill. Do not hesitate. If we are outnumbered, save the last one for yourself." He said quietly. His meaning was clear, as they tried to find a gap in the lines. The wolf was good. Every possible way in, was throughly blocked. No way in, no way out. All they could hope for, was a distraction. |
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