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Post by Mace on Jan 31, 2007 17:20:24 GMT -5
"Last time I take directions from a jogger." Jack weaved his way between overturned trash cans and other pieces of junk. He had been trying to find a base that was suppose to be outside the city but he couldn't seem to get out of the heart of the city. And he knew that was the last place he wanted to be. When he had contacted Mace about joining the Fifty, Mace had warned him about coming through the city since that is were the Murder's base was, but no Jack of course had wondered right into the heart of the city.
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Post by FireiceXHydroXFirestorm on Feb 1, 2007 7:59:43 GMT -5
Shadow was shadow-traveling through the city, her black, inanimate form was not noticed by any other human. Shadow despised the likes of those erect creatures, they were disgusting and vile to the earth and nature. Shadow went into her human form, she always wished she could just be a living shadow, nothing more. She walked down an alley, running into a tall man, Shadow was in for it now.
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Felidae had been out looking for more Fort'ezma, a rare herb that she had discovered and used for the Fiftey, she had grown accostumed to their ways. She turned a corner, the hood on her head hid her long, caracal ears. Felidae stooped to the leafy herbs, its sweet scent cloaked the city's vile fumes, Felidae inhaled deeply, yep, that was definetly Fort'ezma. She picked a few of the stalks and bases really quickly and took off. She went past an alley noise was coming from it's darkness. Felidae stopped, she had to help whoever was being hurt.
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Post by Mace on Feb 1, 2007 17:38:59 GMT -5
"Whoa," Jack took a step back and instinctively reach for his magnum that was strapped to his leg. "Who are you?" he asked the girl who had appeared in front of him.
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Post by FireiceXHydroXFirestorm on Feb 1, 2007 17:48:08 GMT -5
Shadow didn't reply, instead, she shadow-traveled behind the man's back and hit him, a loud thud responded from his head against her fist. Shadow shadow-traveled back in front of him, "I'm Shadow, fool."
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Post by Mace on Feb 1, 2007 20:48:12 GMT -5
Jack pitched forward, no prepared for the blow. He wrentched his hand gun out of its holster and pointed it at the girl that was in front of him. "Just don't move and I won't hurt you."
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Post by FireiceXHydroXFirestorm on Feb 2, 2007 7:01:21 GMT -5
Felidae heard more movement down the alley, yes, someone was getting attacked! Felidae shifted into a cat and crept along the shadows, just in case she was wrong. She laid the Fort'ezma at the base of a odd building and saw two people. One, a tall man with a gun pointing it at a young girl. Felidae strained her now cat eyes to see that the girl was...the girl was her sister! Shadow had returned! Felidae snarled silently, if this man meant harm to her little sister, then he was never going to see the light of day again!
Felidae turned into a large, white tiger. She leapt at the man with the gun and pinned him down to the ground. Felidae picked up the holster and bit it, the metal broke into two peices under her powerful teeth.
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Shadow stood there, as she was planning to shadow-travel behind him and deliver the final blow, a large tiger came bounding out of the darkness, Shadow recognized it was her long lost sister, Cat. Shadow laughed evilly as her sister pinned the human down and demolished his gun. "Guns can't penetrate a shadow, you humans are so predictable." She turned to the tiger, it's eyes were gleaming with sadness and pain. Shadow knelt down and petted the top of the tiger's head, whispering, "Yes, sister. Shadow has returned." She straightened up and shadow-traveled away. Leaving a note that lay in the darkness.
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After her sister left, Felidae turned back into her normal form. She peered angrilly at the man that had tried to kill her sister. "Why'd you do that? Y-y-ou...human!" She had to ask him which side he was on, for if he was a Murder, it would turn really bloody in this alley. "Are you a Murder...or a Fiftey?"
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Post by Mace on Feb 2, 2007 17:29:53 GMT -5
"What was I supose to do she attacked me!" he snarled, trying in vain to shift the tiger off of him. "And I'm a Fiftey."
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