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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 25, 2007 14:54:08 GMT -5
It was like almost any day in the Capital, only one event marking it as different. From the sky, snow was falling in thick drifts, blanketing the ground in its icy whiteness. Children ran in the streets, chasing eachother through the snow and collapsing in tangled legs and cheerful laughter. The mood of the area was light and happy, reflecting the carefree way in which snow was falling. This joy was even found in one very strange creature, who worked his way through the snow. He carried a sack slung over one shoulder, wings held before him like forelimbs as he walked with ease through the snow. Unlike others, he wore nothing to protect him from the biting cold but the skin on his back (which was, admittedly, quite thick). Children tumbled before him and, for once in his life, he managed to actually ignore them, and when they bumped into him he only hissed a little. He moved with a sort of purpose through the town, shrugging off whatever glances came his way. The fruit stand was on the far end of town, and the bat was making a beeline for it. He was clearly on a mission, and would stop at nothing to complete it successfully.  |
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Post by Satra on Dec 25, 2007 15:29:22 GMT -5
 What was this. WHAT IN THE FREAKING CRAP WAS THIS. White stuff. Cold, wet white stuff was falling from the sky. WHAT. THE. HELL. The coyote's ears flattened stiffly against her head. It was wasn't bad enough that it was cold. Oh, no. STUFF had to be falling from the sky. She had been caught outside when it started and was severely confused. Rain would make its way through the canopy of trees back home, but even the rare times it snowed, it would either gets caught or melt from the residual heat trapped by the trees. This was just WRONG. She began backing up and looking for shelter, tail tucked under her legs. Not watching where they were going, a group of children knocked her legs out from under her. Heilyn yelped in surprise, scrambled to her feet, and sprinted. The shock with her increasing discomfort and confusion left her a little overwhelmed. She saw that she was going to run into someone... a bat with a blue mane. She tried to stop, some sense returning to her by now, but ice had began forming on the cobblestones of the street. Like a dog trying to run on linoleum, she broad-sided the Solandrian. [Nyeheh, x3 What better way for her to have her first snow?] |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 25, 2007 18:04:53 GMT -5
[FP, my offer still stands <3 if you wanna join in another time, please feel free.]
The bat continued on his eager path, fur bristling slightly every time he caught the sound of laughter. Children bugged the crap out of him, and he hated even the sound of their voices... His ears flattened against his neck, eyes completely fixated on his goal. Winter was a misrable time to get the best fruit, and he was glad that he loved citrus as much as he did. The market was in his line of vision now, and he began to pick up the pace, beginning to move in a loping fasion through the snow.
That was when the coyote slid into him, right in mid-bound. The bat went sprawling, letting out a shreik of rage, eyes narrowed to slits as he collapsed in the snow. His body tensed as he prepared to a fight to break out, and his eyes fell on the strange mask that the canine wore. He just couldn't help himself, and he let out a short and bark-like laugh.
"You have GOT to be kidding me.[/b]" he muttered, pulling himself out of the snow and glaring down at the other. "If you're going to slam into someone to try and rob 'em, you might wait until the doc takes you off the oxygen, kid. Too easy to pull the plug.[/b]" It was clear by his words that he believed Heilyn had been trying to rob him, using the old "bump-and-run" method.
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Post by Satra on Dec 25, 2007 18:34:25 GMT -5
Heilyn was going to apologize, but after that little statement, forget it. This little bat was history.
No, no. Hold your temper.
She growled, getting up and shaking herself off. The fall, added with the odd shape and placement of her air tanks, had knocked the air out of her. She took several deep breaths.
"If I was trying to rob you, I would want until you had something of value," she retorted between brreaths. Hoyeah, that was holding the temper, "Don't flatter yourself." Her breath was steady now. Accidents happen. Too bad they had to happen to people who couldn't get over themselves. She was on her feet, tail held high in a dominant position. She had her footing, for now. Why in the hell did I say that? she wondered, I grew up in muddy ground. How can I fight on froze ground?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 25, 2007 19:44:08 GMT -5
The bat grinned to himself, watching the other seem to struggle to keep her emotions in check. It looked like he might have been wrong, perhaps? It didn't matter that much in the end, but the canine looked offended. Hmmm. Next time he should be more careful with his words.
Oops. Too bad. His mistake.
His posture changed entirely as the canine regained her balance. The way her tail stood on end, like a sort of flag, told him which emotions had won through, and his carefree demeanor melted away seamlessly. He took a few steps, as if he was circling the canine, taunting her with the ease in which he moved over the frozen ground. His eyes, like rubies, glimmered with the idea of a potential fight. "Flatter? Myself? I don't need to flatter anyone in front people who stink worse than a Lowlander's ass.[/b]" His muzzle wrinkled into a roguish smile. "And trust me, sweetheart, that is a compliment.[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Dec 25, 2007 21:08:39 GMT -5
Heilyn always kept her front to him, even if she didn't have the balance to circle quite yet. Her ears began to rise from their usual position, her tail twitched as if to start wagged. Oh, she loved a good fight, and that look in his eyes-- well, that just egged her on. She just wished the environment was more suited to her tastes.
Ah, yes. The smell issue was being brought up again. Behind her mask her top lip twitched in annoyance, but at the same time amusement.
"Well, you would know, I suppose."
She had the physical disadvantage, but fights come in all shapes and sizes. Why don't we push our luck? she grinned, tail giving a single wag. She began humming a tune, an odd habit she had when she was in this kind of mood. Mildly excited and curious. The snow kept falling, providing some friction between her feet and the ice. Better, a little. If she could stall him long enough for more to fall, that would help... but it was a double-edged sword. The longer she stayed out, the colder she got, especially her feet. Hmm.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 25, 2007 23:59:12 GMT -5
The two Cards were quite a sight, circling each other in the snow the way they were. Seth was hunched over, the thick fur on his back absolutely bristling with the excitement of an oncoming fight.
From the nearby buildings, people began to appear, peeking out of windows and gathering in the streets. Not only was there a fight brewing, but it was between two strange-looking newcomers. This created an amazing tension, one that the bat channelled into his own energy, his every move seeming to egg the canine on. His wings were held loosely at his sides, prepared should he decide to take to the sky, his long jaw opened slightly to reveal teeth that seemed wasted on fruits. Those huge ears of his were perked slightly, listening eagerly to each subtle crunch of snow.
He really did have an advantage. His feet would not grow cold, and he was used to the way the snow crumbled under his feet.
"Doesn't take a whole lot of imagination to figure out what it's like,[/b]" he shot back, eyes glinting. She didn't seem to be able to take much more of the teasing and prodding, and it seemed as if he had found a weak spot. He'd poke at it until she crumbled or fought him. "...especially when you're breathing the smell of a freak like you.[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Dec 26, 2007 0:29:31 GMT -5
[Do we need to get someone to moderate if they actually start fighting?]
Damn She thought, My feet are freezing. She could ignore the pain, but even without the pain, she would not have the coordination to move properly. She was at a distinct disadvantage and the more she stopped to think, the greater it became. She always loved reaffirming to herself what a genius she was when she won these things. Her humming became a little louder and her tail gave another wag.
"Ooo~" she crooned, getting a little more excited. She knew crouching lower in a more aggressive stance would get him more riled up, too, so she did, "We're name-calling now? Does your incredible wit know no bounds? mhehahaHaHA!" a rich, haunting laughter came from behind the mask.
"Well, you've already proved to me how clever you are at witty dialogue. C'mon, stud. Show me what else you can do." But she did nothing, only watched. The Heart would not actually start the fight. She would test the bat's patience. She had to know what advantages she had.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 26, 2007 1:28:48 GMT -5
(Yeah, I think we do... >_> If we want a super-fun fight, anyway.  I'll send PMs.) The bat was observing his foe closely, watching her for anything he could use to his advantage. The most glaring thing was her airtanks, but there was another weak spot that flashed like bright yellow flags in his eyes. Those membranes of hers looked delicate, much like the ones that stretched between his own fingers but lacking the fur that made his own both thick and resistant to the cold. He could remember how his membranes had ached when he was younger, before the fur had grown in fully, and he knew that she would be feeling it soon enough. He grinned to himself. Things were looking up, and he was starting to itch to draw blood from the cocky canine. Bitch would learn to not mess with Solandians. That hum was annoying, though. His ears twitched, a clear outward sign of agitation. One thing was sure about Seth, he was quick to anger and slow to back down. His eyebrows furrowed as the coyote began to laugh, and Seth knew that there was no way the fight would break up now. Her invitation was a clear one, and he wanted to fight. Keeping low to the ground so that only his thick ruff was exposed, the bat lunged forward, using the snow as a kind of launch pad. A cloud of the crystals flew into the air around him, his jaws opened wide. |
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Post by Satra on Dec 26, 2007 2:03:53 GMT -5
[wewt! I'm just going to continue. It looks like they're both online right now... or not. xD Everyone left right after I posted this...]
The Raemblers had no reputation other than 'strange' to the outside world. Her glassware was teaching them to respect them, Now I'll teach them to fear us, she thought. Ooo~ he was lunging. Lovely.
Coyotes were not known for their brute strength. They were, however known for their agility. Heilyn decided to save the big guns for later. She wanted to leave a, ah, bad taste in his mouth, so to speak. She quickly and gracefully shifted her lithe body, crouching as low as possible in the front, nearly flat on the ground, but with her backside up and let him bite her on the back. The oil that her coat sported was the main reason for the Raembler's smell. Heilyn didn't know if it tasted as bad as it apparently smelled, but she'd soon find out...
Heilyn had to activate her minor magical ability to ignore pain, however (as well as for her feet and the membranes under her arms that had never given her trouble until now). That Solandrian asshat's teeth were sharp. She was in a prime position, though. She tilted her head upwards and shot up with her front legs as hard as she could. Though not incredibly strong, she'd focused the force to the small nose of her mask, she aimed for his nice, soft belly, and the mask itself was not exactly made from a soft material. She then made to move as quickly away from him as possible. She had to start getting the blood flowing.
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I'll send PMs.)