
02-07-2008, 08:50 PM
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wizzzaarrrd!
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Location: Northern Virginia
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Re: Call of the Wolf [Any two people]
OoC: Nevermind, I’m switching back to third POV. First is going to make the rest of this RP too hard. >_>
BiC:
His emerald eyes snapped to the movement at the edge of the clearing. A female, appearing to barely be out of her teens, stumbled into the clearing from the bushes. Dropping to his front paws, Niveus could feel his mouth start to curl back in hunger. Not yet, he told himself. She looks like an entertaining one to play with.
Just from looking at her, Niveus already knew much about her. He could practically smell the jitters emanating from her; he could tell she was not here by accident. And he could tell she definitely did not want to be doing this. The wolf couldn’t blame her, and if he could have snickered, he would.
Niveus fell into a position where he was about to jump. Yes, he would lead her away from here. He would lead her to someplace…fun. Maybe a waterfall? A cliff? A combination? This forest was plentiful with oddities like this. The perfect place to play with some well-deserved prey. Without hesitation, his legs released like wound up springs and he swiftly flew overtop of the girl’s head; she screamed in fright. His ragged claws grazed the top of her head, catching some of her hair, startling her even more. There was no way she could have foreseen a move look that.
And as he soared, he caught a whiff of another being…another presence, right there with him and the girl. Oh, goodie. This should be interesting, he thought as he landed on the opposite side of the frightened one.
That was when he caught sight of the second young woman. He could make her follow, too. But how?
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