>~* A Howl At Midnight>~* A FORGOTTEN DOGS ROLEPLAY!

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Birch stood next to Ash, with eyes glowing with a fierce protectiveness.Blood stained her pelt, but she showed no pain,"You are a coward, Dark Storm,"She growled."No one like you deserves to live."She took a step forward, her paws making no noise.
Birch took a step forward, guarding above her sister.Fear.essness burned like fire in her eyes, and, for a moment, they seemed to glow red.She looked up at Dark Storm,"You are a cruel cold blooded murderer, Dark Storm."She dug her claws into the ground,"You kill innocent pups!"Her voice rose with anger, and her pelt pricked like tinges of fire,"You kill just so you can keep your own sanity!"She howled, And bounded towards him, thrusting her face directly in from of his.Below her, she could feel the blood of the two dog she had just killed.It seeped around her paws like a river, but no matter how much it frightened her, She stayed put."You don't deserve to be with Sirius and Proycon."She snarled, her teeth baring threatingly."You are go to die a painful death, and you won't ever walk among the stars!You will forever be lost,"She snarled deeply."Because of what you have done."Suddenly, in a quick movement, she lunged forward, and bit deep into his muzzle.The salty tasting blood flooded her mouth, but she Didnt let go
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~The rising moon tinged Dark Storm's muzzle to an aged silver as it peeled up into an unsettling smirk. Blood rushed from the punctures in his snout, yet he didn't make a single attempt to dislodge her. "That's right," he murmured, his voice oozing with near tangible treachery. "Once I'm gone, I won't walk among the stars." He took a pace backward, his back left paw meeting the earth in such a way that it left reverberations tingling across the ground and up one's leg long after it had paused. He abruptly snapped his head backward, freeing his muzzle from the white dog's jaw, but leaving his neck visibly vibrating with overly stretched muscles. He swiveled his head to reach a wide range of unnatural angles as he calmly stared the boiling dog Alpha down as though no blood had been exchanged between them. "Why, dearest Birch, is it possible that you seem to be..." He ran his tongue over his muzzle, tasting the victory that these petty taunts were reaping. He took a sudden lurch forward and slithered around Birch in a slowly tightening circle, neatly simulating a legged snake. "...mad, perhaps?" His eyebrows snapped onto his eyes as he reared his head back for a split heartbeat, exposing his neck for an endless myriad of effortless fates.
When Birch went for his life, he slammed down onto her skull with the full force of one who's trained in too many forsaken shadows. He could almost feel the plate of bone shudder as she fell away, stunned into utter helplessness, yet locked into a window of fully conscious inability. She hit the dirt with a dull thud and rolled limply to her flank as a mask of horror sealed itself across her pained grimace. The blood of the dogs he himself had felled were forced free from the beginnings of their coagulation and coated her pelt in a hardening gummy cape. Her impacted brain had demanded that her legs give up on supporting her musculature and she literally was rendered frozen.
Frozen solid.
Vulnerable. Unbearably vulnerable.
Dark Storm picked his way over her tense form, and pivoted back after he turned away from her upon reaching her opposite side. He took a spring forward, landing in a foursquare stance that would've surely pinned her if she were functional. He leered down into her defiant face, tainted breath streaming out in a poisoned fog that wreathed her face. "I really should kill you," he hissed, opening his senses to the newly constructed world of... utter destruction. Blood overrode every scent within countless pawsteps' distance; the muted keens of the heartbroken drifted up onto every rippling wind that dared cross these lands of lethality; the mix of anxiety and hatred pressed down upon his pelt like a living force, radiating from every shattered spirit that had been lucky enough to maintain their lives. "But I won't."
He abruptly pulled upward and slid away, his tail lowering into what seemed to be a gesture of...
Submission, almost.
Better yet, defeat.

Utterly preposterous.

But, yet, here was the wicked canine king of unchartable malign- backing away from a kill so easy that a pup wouldn't have to think twice.

Out of the corner of his mollified gaze, he sought out a fallen form that he desperately needed to pinpoint. Right now. His eyes, the soul reflecting mirrors that had watched the suffering and untimely ends of the innumerable with indescribable glee, skittered across the wasteland of living gore, once a tranquil plateau to idiotic coyotes. But by the light of this night's moon... it had been transformed into an upturned, yet sickeningly serene, meadow of sweet death.
And there she was.
His eyes, having somehow inexplicably gained a red hue from the scene of scarlet before him, flicked back to Birch, now trying to rise to her paws, but all in obvious futility. He let his eyes reach out and take a hold of hers, securing her gaze with a mental lock unable to be broken nor burned away by mortal fire. He found a pooling torment there, coupled with moons of unidentifiable regret, as well as a burning defiance so potent that it scorched his own thought process for a good moment. He opened his own mind to her, lavishing a mere pittance of the true desires that burned within his blackened and ruined soul upon her for a singular heartbeat, drawing her in with fatal, yet tantalizing, promises ...

Dark Storm hurtled forward over Birch's head and landed perfectly atop of her broken sister, slamming both forepaws onto Ash's chest simultaneously. He ripped his yawning jaws across her face, blinding her with a screen of streaming scarlet as he shredded through the top layers of her invaluable belly fur and began to deliver glancing blows to the top layers of her fragile gut tissue. She let out a squeal of pain, only to be silenced by the sudden lack of oxygen as massive jaws clamped down onto her throat and sealed off her windpipe...
Possibly for good.
And Ash knew it.
"Now you get to watch her die, and there's not a single protest you can raise with a backing of defense," he spat cruelly through the corners of his inexorably closing jaws. "Enjoy the show, Alpha."~
 
Flufferes said:
Kestrel squinted. He ignored Slate's statement and stared down to his paws. The death surrounding the camp sickened him.
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Slate stared at Kestrel, mildly confused and knowing that he was very vulnerable while he was so focused on his friend.
"I did not just think that" he scolded himself. But what if he really had felt that.... Friendship. Tru enough, he and Kestrel had been picking on each other the whole battle. But he couldn't understand why he felt this... Pity, for him. "Dear Procyon, Slate, quit being so sappy."

Flufferes said:
Rabid dog bit some people and went away er somthing. i forgot
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Blaze felt feverish with rage. He was going to KILL this dog no matter what it cost him.
He lunged at RD and slammed into his boney shoulder, snapping at his neck with his teeth.
 
HeavensHens88 said:
~The rising moon tinged Dark Storm's muzzle to an aged silver as it peeled up into an unsettling smirk. Blood rushed from the punctures in his snout, yet he didn't make a single attempt to dislodge her. "That's right," he murmured, his voice oozing with near tangible treachery. "Once I'm gone, I won't walk among the stars." He took a pace backward, his back left paw meeting the earth in such a way that it left reverberations tingling across the ground and up one's leg long after it had paused. He abruptly snapped his head backward, freeing his muzzle from the white dog's jaw, but leaving his neck visibly vibrating with overly stretched muscles. He swiveled his head to reach a wide range of unnatural angles as he calmly stared the boiling dog Alpha down as though no blood had been exchanged between them. "Why, dearest Birch, is it possible that you seem to be..." He ran his tongue over his muzzle, tasting the victory that these petty taunts were reaping. He took a sudden lurch forward and slithered around Birch in a slowly tightening circle, neatly simulating a legged snake. "...mad, perhaps?" His eyebrows snapped onto his eyes as he reared his head back for a split heartbeat, exposing his neck for an endless myriad of effortless fates.
When Birch went for his life, he slammed down onto her skull with the full force of one who's trained in too many forsaken shadows. He could almost feel the plate of bone shudder as she fell away, stunned into utter helplessness, yet locked into a window of fully conscious inability. She hit the dirt with a dull thud and rolled limply to her flank as a mask of horror sealed itself across her pained grimace. The blood of the dogs he himself had felled were forced free from the beginnings of their coagulation and coated her pelt in a hardening gummy cape. Her impacted brain had demanded that her legs give up on supporting her musculature and she literally was rendered frozen.
Frozen solid.
Vulnerable. Unbearably vulnerable.
Dark Storm picked his way over her tense form, and pivoted back after he turned away from her upon reaching her opposite side. He took a spring forward, landing in a foursquare stance that would've surely pinned her if she were functional. He leered down into her defiant face, tainted breath streaming out in a poisoned fog that wreathed her face. "I really should kill you," he hissed, opening his senses to the newly constructed world of... utter destruction. Blood overrode every scent within countless pawsteps' distance; the muted keens of the heartbroken drifted up onto every rippling wind that dared cross these lands of lethality; the mix of anxiety and hatred pressed down upon his pelt like a living force, radiating from every shattered spirit that had been lucky enough to maintain their lives. "But I won't."
He abruptly pulled upward and slid away, his tail lowering into what seemed to be a gesture of...
Submission, almost.
Better yet, defeat.

Utterly preposterous.

But, yet, here was the wicked canine king of unchartable malign- backing away from a kill so easy that a pup wouldn't have to think twice.

Out of the corner of his mollified gaze, he sought out a fallen form that he desperately needed to pinpoint. Right now. His eyes, the soul reflecting mirrors that had watched the suffering and untimely ends of the innumerable with indescribable glee, skittered across the wasteland of living gore, once a tranquil plateau to idiotic coyotes. But by the light of this night's moon... it had been transformed into an upturned, yet sickeningly serene, meadow of sweet death.
And there she was.
His eyes, having somehow inexplicably gained a red hue from the scene of scarlet before him, flicked back to Birch, now trying to rise to her paws, but all in obvious futility. He let his eyes reach out and take a hold of hers, securing her gaze with a mental lock unable to be broken nor burned away by mortal fire. He found a pooling torment there, coupled with moons of unidentifiable regret, as well as a burning defiance so potent that it scorched his own thought process for a good moment. He opened his own mind to her, lavishing a mere pittance of the true desires that burned within his blackened and ruined soul upon her for a singular heartbeat, drawing her in with fatal, yet tantalizing, promises ...

Dark Storm hurtled forward over Birch's head and landed perfectly atop of her broken sister, slamming both forepaws onto Ash's chest simultaneously. He ripped his yawning jaws across her face, blinding her with a screen of streaming scarlet as he shredded through the top layers of her invaluable belly fur and began to deliver glancing blows to the top layers of her fragile gut tissue. She let out a squeal of pain, only to be silenced by the sudden lack of oxygen as massive jaws clamped down onto her throat and sealed off her windpipe...
Possibly for good.
And Ash knew it.
"Now you get to watch her die, and there's not a single protest you can raise with a backing of defense," he spat cruelly through the corners of his inexorably closing jaws. "Enjoy the show, Alpha."~
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holy cranberries
 
HeavensHens88 said:
~The rising moon tinged Dark Storm's muzzle to an aged silver as it peeled up into an unsettling smirk. Blood rushed from the punctures in his snout, yet he didn't make a single attempt to dislodge her. "That's right," he murmured, his voice oozing with near tangible treachery. "Once I'm gone, I won't walk among the stars." He took a pace backward, his back left paw meeting the earth in such a way that it left reverberations tingling across the ground and up one's leg long after it had paused. He abruptly snapped his head backward, freeing his muzzle from the white dog's jaw, but leaving his neck visibly vibrating with overly stretched muscles. He swiveled his head to reach a wide range of unnatural angles as he calmly stared the boiling dog Alpha down as though no blood had been exchanged between them. "Why, dearest Birch, is it possible that you seem to be..." He ran his tongue over his muzzle, tasting the victory that these petty taunts were reaping. He took a sudden lurch forward and slithered around Birch in a slowly tightening circle, neatly simulating a legged snake. "...mad, perhaps?" His eyebrows snapped onto his eyes as he reared his head back for a split heartbeat, exposing his neck for an endless myriad of effortless fates.
When Birch went for his life, he slammed down onto her skull with the full force of one who's trained in too many forsaken shadows. He could almost feel the plate of bone shudder as she fell away, stunned into utter helplessness, yet locked into a window of fully conscious inability. She hit the dirt with a dull thud and rolled limply to her flank as a mask of horror sealed itself across her pained grimace. The blood of the dogs he himself had felled were forced free from the beginnings of their coagulation and coated her pelt in a hardening gummy cape. Her impacted brain had demanded that her legs give up on supporting her musculature and she literally was rendered frozen.
Frozen solid.
Vulnerable. Unbearably vulnerable.
Dark Storm picked his way over her tense form, and pivoted back after he turned away from her upon reaching her opposite side. He took a spring forward, landing in a foursquare stance that would've surely pinned her if she were functional. He leered down into her defiant face, tainted breath streaming out in a poisoned fog that wreathed her face. "I really should kill you," he hissed, opening his senses to the newly constructed world of... utter destruction. Blood overrode every scent within countless pawsteps' distance; the muted keens of the heartbroken drifted up onto every rippling wind that dared cross these lands of lethality; the mix of anxiety and hatred pressed down upon his pelt like a living force, radiating from every shattered spirit that had been lucky enough to maintain their lives. "But I won't."
He abruptly pulled upward and slid away, his tail lowering into what seemed to be a gesture of...
Submission, almost.
Better yet, defeat.

Utterly preposterous.

But, yet, here was the wicked canine king of unchartable malign- backing away from a kill so easy that a pup wouldn't have to think twice.

Out of the corner of his mollified gaze, he sought out a fallen form that he desperately needed to pinpoint. Right now. His eyes, the soul reflecting mirrors that had watched the suffering and untimely ends of the innumerable with indescribable glee, skittered across the wasteland of living gore, once a tranquil plateau to idiotic coyotes. But by the light of this night's moon... it had been transformed into an upturned, yet sickeningly serene, meadow of sweet death.
And there she was.
His eyes, having somehow inexplicably gained a red hue from the scene of scarlet before him, flicked back to Birch, now trying to rise to her paws, but all in obvious futility. He let his eyes reach out and take a hold of hers, securing her gaze with a mental lock unable to be broken nor burned away by mortal fire. He found a pooling torment there, coupled with moons of unidentifiable regret, as well as a burning defiance so potent that it scorched his own thought process for a good moment. He opened his own mind to her, lavishing a mere pittance of the true desires that burned within his blackened and ruined soul upon her for a singular heartbeat, drawing her in with fatal, yet tantalizing, promises ...

Dark Storm hurtled forward over Birch's head and landed perfectly atop of her broken sister, slamming both forepaws onto Ash's chest simultaneously. He ripped his yawning jaws across her face, blinding her with a screen of streaming scarlet as he shredded through the top layers of her invaluable belly fur and began to deliver glancing blows to the top layers of her fragile gut tissue. She let out a squeal of pain, only to be silenced by the sudden lack of oxygen as massive jaws clamped down onto her throat and sealed off her windpipe...
Possibly for good.
And Ash knew it.
"Now you get to watch her die, and there's not a single protest you can raise with a backing of defense," he spat cruelly through the corners of his inexorably closing jaws. "Enjoy the show, Alpha."~
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(And I thought the story I wrote was impressive... :th)
 

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