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Post by all out JINX ♥ on Jul 27, 2008 8:48:25 GMT -5
//. reserved for whoever ish killing Stonsky......stoneskyPine needles stuck to short stone gray fur as a limping male made his way through a dark pine forest, topaz yellow irises glowing like the sun, life in every inch of them. The male moved slowly through the needle like blanket, scars showed on his shoulders but the worst scar that would remind him of the battle was his front left paw. It was twisted slightly to the right but he had trained on 4 perfect paws, it made everything hard for him and even walking was sort-of a challenge. The stone gray male drudged on not knowing what lay ahead for him in the future, his destiny would be closer to him then StarClan.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 28, 2008 2:05:38 GMT -5
ooc;// Quetzal'll be killing you today, Mr. Stonesky, and then dumping what's left of you in the leader's bed.
bic;// Quetzal
sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette,
finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet "Oh, my dear, you're just beggin' for someone to come take you out of your misery?"
She laughed slightly, a hollow thing heard among the whetting of her blades on stones beneath her paws. How coincedental that the male's name was Stonesky. Zephyr had told her; he was the son of Cormorantstar and Lonelyheart, part of the tryst that had torn them apart.
The beautiful fae advanced upon the male, blinking mock-coyly as she was suddenly upon him. Her face was inches from his, her condescending smile twisting her glamourous features of silver tabby fur and blue-green eyes. Fangs lurched out. The spider was coming for her prey.
The darkness had consumed her and spat her back out.
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Post by all out JINX ♥ on Jul 28, 2008 18:15:34 GMT -5
stoneskyStonesky didn't hear or see the femme come after him, all he heard was her voice and then the weight of her body on his. The stone gray male fell to the ground hard, his topaz yellow irises stared up at the silver tabby, her face was so close to him that he thought he could smell blood in her breath. The dark tom couldn't fight back with the paralyzing shock, he didn't know what was happening until it was to late. Stonesky could feel the sharp fangs of Quetzal dig into his throat, his yellow topaz orbs that were full of life when he started his walk where now dull as rock and carried no soul or life to keep the body moving.
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 28, 2008 19:05:00 GMT -5
Quetzal
sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette,
finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet "Oh dear, you seem to have gotten my fur all mussed up," Quetzal sighed, shaking her head. Her claws sprung out, clashing with Stonesky's fur and flesh. She grabbed the corpse the scruff and began dragging it back to camp. Once she had done so, she turned to the empty leader's den. A smirk creased her face as she pulled him in there and slit his body open, diving her paws in the metallic carmine scent and spraying it all over the home of the former Amethyststar.
She began laughing, harshly at first and then making it as loud as a witch's cackle and then a vulture's cacophony. "Fernpelt!" she roared, smiling demonically as the blood of the innocent scrawled across her frame.
"The blood of your Clan is your ticket to your place as leader...and the blood of your kin is mine!"
The smiling she-cat yowled out madly and then dipped off into the night. |
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