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Jun 11, 2016 21:02:03 GMT -6
Post by Killer on Jun 11, 2016 21:02:03 GMT -6
@noire VS. My Self & Painne & Crimson (little out numbered if you ask me, but oh well)
Killer, padding into the clearing as ordered. He Paused the Pack mates that flanked him gave him a feeling of excitment. This wasn't a match this was childs play. He turned and with a Suprided expression relised it was a one on three fight. He laughed, "Noire, I knew I was going to be agaist few numbers. But are you really all I am to face today?" he was almost appolled was this a joke?
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(War)
Jun 13, 2016 18:31:17 GMT -6
Post by Crimson on Jun 13, 2016 18:31:17 GMT -6
The red male, stood along side killer. His face was grim. He was quiet by nature, but cracked a ghost of a smile as killer seemed to grow angered over the fighting arrangments. Though Crim, could see why this did seem silly. Painne could handle this her self. Let alone him self or killer.
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(War)
Jun 30, 2016 18:57:36 GMT -6
Post by Painne on Jun 30, 2016 18:57:36 GMT -6
What kind of sick and twisted prank was this?
Painne approached the enemy wolf with a disgusted frown, stopping close beside Killer and Crimson, letting her mentor be ahead of her just a tad out of respect. Slowly, her eyes trailed over the forest around them, trying to spot an ambush. This couldn't be real. Certainly Noire was too clever to believe she could win this, let alone come out alive. But after tasting the air, Painne was certain there was no one else here. No one to save their friend.
"Noire, should we even give you the option to flee?" the she-wolf mocked with a snarl set upon her features, though her words were actually honest. As much as Painne loved bloodshed, this was extremely unfair. Yet letting her go was not the Shadow Dweller's way. Perhaps a few bites and bruises would be enough to satisfy their victory?
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