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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 21:49:25 GMT -5
(you did? D8 )
Dither only grunted and moved to pull the rag off of them. he stared at the one with the hair-lip for a moment, thinking of his childhood and his younger brother. he flicked his tail and sniffed them, thinking.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 21, 2009 21:51:32 GMT -5
(Yus... Dither taught his sons to do bad things to their mommy. D:)
She snarled, leaping for him, to at least distract him. Her greatest fear was Dither attacking and/or killing the pups, even though they'd barely begun to walk and move around. They were practically helpless.
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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
(he probably would...)
Dither glanced at the puppies before he whipped around to her. he snarled, drool flying out of his mouth. He swung a paw at her, but not so hard that he would break anything on her small body.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 21, 2009 22:02:33 GMT -5
(...*shudder*)
She quickly moved to snap her jaws down on his paw, both defensive and honestly terrified. He could do some serious mental, physical, and emotional damage if he wanted to. But she wanted her two sons safe, no matter what she might suffer. And that message was easy to get across.
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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 22:09:23 GMT -5
Dither growled from the pain and tried to slam her down."Stop your useless fighting, girl!" he yelled, his strong voice echoing through out the city. he tried to turn back to the pups and pick up the hair-lipped one.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 21, 2009 22:12:24 GMT -5
She quickly moved to whip around and sink her teeth into his muzzle, snarling. "Why don't you just force more out of me and leave those two alone?" She growled, tail lashing in frustration.
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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 22:19:21 GMT -5
Dither's lip curled into a long frightening snarl as he pulled his muzzle away. his saliva was beginning to foam up." where has you little lover been, girl? did he leave you yet?" he looked at the pup he was so interested in and turned back to her. he never actually learned this female's name. how sad.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 21, 2009 22:24:28 GMT -5
It was pretty pathetic actually. She ducked her head, ears back. "...he doesn't know about the pups, I think." She admitted. "So if you want more, now's the time before I do go back. Because you won't see me offering after that." You know, her attempt to be snappy and such wasn't really working. She was scared out of her wits.
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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 22:31:46 GMT -5
"exactly what I thought." he growled at her. " I don't want more from you."he backed towards the exit. "I did like the tail on that golden she-wolf I saw a few days back. I'll try her next." he paused at the exit and narrowed his eyes. he'd be back to say hello, of course. he wanted to try and steal that pup that looked so much like him again..
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Post by Phantom on Sept 21, 2009 22:37:45 GMT -5
Travel let out a sigh, getting slowly to her paws and grabbing her two sons again. She limped her way out of the city, fully depressed now that the endorphines had worn off. She would try to find Dusk, limping and with another male's pups in her jaws. What a wonderful sight he'd love to see.
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Post by star on Sept 21, 2009 22:58:47 GMT -5
The red furred wolf wasn't too far off. he looked worried and depressed. he kept his tail low and his ears folded back as he slowly sniffed around. he stopped and sighed, sitting as he did so. where was she? he was just so sad.
Dither was already quite a distance away and searching for that curly furred female he had seen. she looked so soft and delicate. he could have much fun with her. he slowed and lifted his head to take a look around.
(should I move Dither?? I'm just so laaazyyy, though. xD )
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Post by Phantom on Sept 22, 2009 7:41:00 GMT -5
Travel paused, giving a soft whimper before stepping a little closer. Having no way to really hide them, she just kept the two pups in her mouth, head ducked and ears drawn back submissively. Just waiting for that killed-puppy-look from him or some really bad reaction.
And Dither... it wasn't his lucky day. Bleaknight poked from the shadows and padded over, bluntly curious, blood-red eyes annoyed. "If you're a friend of Phobos, I'm gonna have to hurt you..." He threatened.
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Post by star on Sept 22, 2009 15:07:13 GMT -5
Dusk turned to look at her. he stared at the bundle in her mouth quite curiously. he stood and began to move over to her, hoping she wasn't hurt. he wasn't concerned with the pups yet.
Dither stopped and turned to him. "Phobos? Phobos is a rat-faced liar that seems to find me wherever I go and ruin my plans. He is not a friend." He growled, bits of saliva leaking out of his mouth. It seemed to happen whenever he got excited or angry.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 22, 2009 20:10:11 GMT -5
She was. She ducked her head as he came up, avoiding his gaze as she set down the two pups, laying out to give her injured leg a rest. She made sure to keep her sons close, grooming them frantically, just hoping her beloved wouldn't bring up the sunject quite yet.
Bleaknight grinned, tail wagging faintly in amusement. "Good. Then we agree. Personally, I think he's lousy at what he likes to do, as well." He gave a shrug and moved off. Star was bound to be around somewhere...
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Post by star on Sept 23, 2009 0:02:01 GMT -5
Dusk let out a whine, looking at her leg. He sat near her and gave her a slight smile. he was still a bit sad and very confused about the puppies. where they hers? how much had he missed? he let out another whine and flicked his tail nervously.
Dither nodded in agreement and began to look around again, searching for the same Star Bleaknight was. he lowered his nose to the ground to try and find her scent, bits of fur, or even fakes from her claws that she had shed off.
Starflight was hiding off somewhere. she'd seen Dither a day before and had been on edge since then. she was so paranoid sometimes. she poked her head out and pricked her large ears to listen. she blinked her huge minty eyes and hopped out of her hiding place like a fox leaping for its prey. The golden she-wolf trotted along like there was nothing wrong with the world around her.
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