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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 28, 2008 23:01:57 GMT -5
Perhaps it was the crisp yet musky smell of the forest. Maybe the tangible darkness that was every so often pierced by a brilliant sliver of white moonlight. Or again maybe it was the exhilaration of the night air, cold and frigid, filling her canine lungs as she ran and jumped and ducked through the forest. Perhaps it was all these reasons. Whatever the case, Lexi was drawn to the dark allure of this forest. While most individuals from Lexi's past had feared and hated the dark, she had always loved it.
Upon reaching a clearing, the elegant timber wolf cautiously entered the moonlit grove. Stepping into the light from the darkness and cover of the trees, her gray pelt shimmered silver. Walking about the perimeter a couple times, the wolf crossed to the center. Looking up to the moonlit sky, she stared ever up wards at the unsee able worlds beyond. The gray blue eyes shone with human wisdom, uncharacteristic of a wild animal.
Slowly, the wolf's shape altered. She stood to her back legs, and the silver gray fur receded into her flesh. Womanly curves accented the figure, and longish blond hair streamed about a fair feminine face. The sharp, killer fangs of a wild animal shortened and smoothed into the perfect teeth of a lady. Her entire form was completely changed in under a minute. Except for her eyes, which stayed the wild and untamable blue gray, yet retained wise trait of a human.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 14:18:55 GMT -5
A small rustle disturbed the tranquil peace in the bushes. Most likely a normal person would have let it go unnoticed, but those heightened senses! A a rifle moved over top some of the underbrush, with a man who looked like he had just gotten out of boot camp looking into it and adjusting the scope to fit his liking. He looked through, being impeded by the gas mask that he used to conceal most of his face. Nevertheless, he took aim from a kneeling position and fired the weapon.
It shot through, seeming as if it would the other lycan, but instead hit a tree. Muffled remarks accompanied the miss as he pulled back the bolt to let an empty cartridge escape from the gun. Looking at the 'random' shot now, it would be known that there was a crudely drawn bullseye, and his shot had missed the center of it by a fair amount. Matt hadn't even noticed the other girl before he had made his shot, completely oblivious to the transformation. He had been too absorbed in the shot to remember his surroundings. A rookie move.
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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 29, 2008 14:24:40 GMT -5
The whizz of a bullet sliced through the air. Lexi's senses peaked to the sound and she whirled around towards the origin of the bullet. Snarling, her form collapsed and shrunk, her arms and legs grew to the same length, a gray pelt engulfed her body. Her teeth lengthened and sharped, become the deadly fangs of a nature designed killing machine. Snarling she bared her teeth and faced the bushes.
Slowly the walked towards her mark, gray eyes fixated on the figure in the bushes. Once she was five feet away, she crouched and prepared to lunge. Teeth bared, muscles tensed. It was time to kill.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 14:32:23 GMT -5
The rifle dropped with a hard crunch as it hit the leaf graveyard that was the ground. To someone who didn't know a thing about the Brit, one could say that he was doing it in fear, but that certainly wasn't the case. Matt shifted into a beast of his own. His skin became a silver pelt that seemed to reflect the moonlight as if it were the sun. He grew in overall size with height and muscles, grew a muzzle with large and saliva covered fangs, and his once blue eyes shifted to a silver color that seemed to match his coat.
Not wanting to have the other beast get the upper-hand on him, Matt made an impromptu and sloppy lunge from the bushes; a surprise attack for the unwary. His lupine claws were outstretched and his fangs were ready to rip apart the newcomer.
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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 29, 2008 17:19:55 GMT -5
For whatever reason, perhaps her unfamiliarity with these new surroundings, Lexi was taken abruptly off guard. The other werewolf struck her under his own lunge and she barked in surprise. Regaining her instinct, she rolled out from under the other wolf and snarled viscously.
Often in the wolf world, an alpha female could take on a male. However when magic was involved, it was a different story. The outcome of any fight relied solely on the abilities of the fighter. Not wasting an opportunity, Lexi lunged at the other Lycan. Striking from the side at an awkward angel, she sort of bounced off, but bit into his shoulder before she rolled away. Tensing her muscles she stood teeth bared, her lips rolled back exposing the white fangs. Snarling and barking, her eyes gleamed with savage wildness.
Then quite suddenly, she ceased her snarls and simply sat back on her gray haunches. She sat staring at the other wolf, as if awaiting his move. It had become a very humanized encounter because of course, in the animal world, you didn't allow turns when fighting.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 21:33:06 GMT -5
As Lexi bit into the lycan's shoulder, he let loose a terrifying, booming howl. Had there been birds situated upon the ebony trees, they more than likely would have left immediately had they not already left from the gunshot. His wound began to heal slowly but noticeably; one could actually see the flesh begin to mend back together. Yes, it itched like hell, and it had hurt, but it had come close to his throat--too close. Yeah, this girl was going to pay. And how did someone deal with this kind of problem? Well, you had to keep your pimp hand strong; in this case with swipes and bites.
As opposed to Lexi, Matt didn't seem to be any more human than a wolf was. So, he was pissed. And in this POed state, Matt didn't exactly have what you would call 'control'. It was on his list of things to do. The blood remained on his fur, despite the fact that no more wound remained. It seemed like the fight would pretty much be a stalemate, at least until someone got too tired to fight first.
Matt went down onto all fours and began to run toward Lexi. Matt kept his balance for once as he feigned a lunge forward, and instead did a sidestep to his left, and then jumped at her with the full intent on knocking her down with brute strength.
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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 29, 2008 21:55:04 GMT -5
Understanding that he obviously was not in a human state of mind. Lexi dodged the lunge as best she could. He caught her back end and she spun around towards him, leaving a gouge in her left haunch. As with all Lycans, the wound began to heal instantaneously Baring her teeth again she barked. Snarling she circled in as much of a non threatening way as she could manage. Staring him down, she sat a good distance away. She was in no mood to fight, she had simply wanted to get the point across that she could hold her own here.
From her sitting position, she began to reform back to human shape to show she was backing out. Not giving up, just ending the battle is a mature way. She grew back into her human form, and stood staring at the savage animal. She pulled back the folds of her black cloak, showing off her silver daggers. You show a werewolf silver, they tend to get the message.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 22:06:02 GMT -5
The girl backed down, so Matt had proven himself the alpha male in this situation. But what was she doing? Did she just pull out silver? Most werewolves tended to back off to silver except those who were dumb, crazy, or had nothing to lose. Matt might have been considered the entire shebang in one nutshell. She threatened him with weapons of silver, so he had to threaten her back with weapons of calcium, aka tooth and nail. His lips receded as he let loose a threatening snarl, not backing down, but instead slowly advancing to the girl. When Matt thought you were going to kill him, he'd most likely make sure you couldn't even get up.
Matt's steps were light like feathers, ready to spring at a moment's notice. It would most likely be in Lexi's favor to drop any weapons of the sort, especially those of silver.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 7:52:46 GMT -5
(Is this seat taken?)
Of course completely unnoticed to most, an old man seemed to shuffle towards the group- nope, he wasn't dead... despite the fact he had dissapeared for quite some time. He had been watching Matt and Lexi silently for the duration of thier short battle, ready to intervene if need be. Sure, they might have passed 'if need be' quite some time ago... but Satonaro was waiting for an appropriate moment.
Of course standing next to Satonaro was Tamir, making sure still that the geezer didn't die somewhere that he might be in the way, like in a fire exit or something of the sort, his yellow and red slitted eyes watching the battle with a trained sense. His wings were wrapped around himself, a half disgusted expression on his face, had the students no sense of self controll? He shook his head, watching and having no need to go and help at all. If the students got themselves killed, well... Tamir couldn't say that they didn't probably deserve it.
"You know you don't believe that..." the senile old man known as Satonaro said, keeping his voice at a level where it wasn't really all that easy to take notice of. He gripped his staff firmly in his hand and whapped Tamir over the head with it, not even looking as he did so. Satonaro then continued watching the 'battle' to see if anyone was about to die or something.
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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 30, 2008 12:52:19 GMT -5
(by all means...the more the merrier)
By this time, Lexi had let her cloak fall back over her sides, sheathing her weapons. Obviously the silver agitated him. Which in Lexi's mind, she considered a victory, however small. She stood, looking at the other wolf, in a non threatening manner, but still in a way that she would not be submissive. Lexi had issues around male domination.
By this point, Lexi had not noticed the old man and Tamir. She of course, knew Tamir. The old man, she was not familiar with, Either way it didn't really matter because she didn't notice either of them. And she wasn't about to turn her attention to the trees when there was an obviously POed Lycan is wolf form opposite her ready to rip her apart.
Finally though, Lexi made the decision that it really would be better to leave. Obviously not in human form. Rule number one, never turn your back on a Lycan. She looked at the other wolf one last time in full human form, and gave him the Navy solute (for no particular reason). Then, she too reformed into her wolf body and with one last snarl, took off into the cover of trees.
This of course, would have been quite a grandiose exit, had she not collided with some huge being. Indeed, upon crashing into the sturdy form of Tamir, and luckily not the old man, Lexi bounced back with a surprised yelp. Looking up, she prepared to defend, but upon seeing it was only Tamir (though the phrase only Tamir was an over statement, Tamir was quite scary) she recoiled and sat, looking somewhat embarrassed.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 13:05:15 GMT -5
As Lexi apparently retreated, which was a form of submission in Matt's mind, he let loose a final howl, more like a victory howl of sorts. Similar to just having all of the players dump a cooler of Gatorade onto the coach. He morphed back into the traditional Marine Matt and looked to where she had run off. He registered a collision from some of the resulting rustle, and looked over into the direction of the noise. The victory had been some kind of medicine for Matt's anger, as he seemed considerably more relaxed then a couple minutes ago.
He looked over and saw the old Satonaro and his appointed babysitter, Tamir. Matt did what might be considered a greeting by grabbing the brim of his boonie hat and pulling it down, as if he were lazily tipping a hat. He didn't really seem particularly worried about the well-being of the other lycan. Quite the gentleman, huh?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 13:46:38 GMT -5
Tamir quietly pushed aside the fabric of his cloak jacket and his wing opened slightly and he looked at his armor with the slightest of dents in it, rather irritating, actually. "Greetings, Lexi and... Matt, was it?" he asked, obviously he didn't care all too much about Satonaro's student... though it was hard to forget the name of someone you had to fish out of spirit-infested waters... so of course he wouldn't have forgotten the name of Eric's student. "How was your argument?" he inquired, his voice staying calm as he looked towards Matt, obviously he was rather unhappy that the student had tried to continue a fight after his opponent had stood down...
Satonaro hit Tamir over the head yet again, perhaps due to lack of reach to his own student considering he didn't say anything about why he had hit Tamir over the head. "Might you be okay?" Satonaro asked Lexi, the only person to ask such a thing... such a warm group, no? Anyways, he watched the two werewolves with a curious spark in his eyes, crazy old people...
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Post by Princess Vanity on Mar 30, 2008 18:08:48 GMT -5
As wolves quite obviously did not speak in any human tongue, when at first Lexi tried to answer the old man, it came out a sort of growl. Remembering herself, she quickly backed up a few paces and morphed, yet again. Clearing her throught as her teeth resized, Lexi gave a curtious nod to both the teacher and the old man. "Good evening Tamir...sorry about that dent, I can pay to repair it if you need. And I'm quite alright actually. Us Lycans always gealing fast and what not."
Looking over to Matt and then back to her elders she smiled an innocent, laughing smile. "Oh and that. I wouldn't call it an argument really. Matt here scared the Manon out of me with his rifle. One thing led to another and I spose it got rather out of hand. Interesting to meet some one really." Redirecting her attention to Matt, she spoke directly to him at this point. "Sorry about that...Lycans you know, always on the defense. Especially sorry about the whole silver thing...hope we didn't get off and the wrong foot, or I s'pose, paw."
Looking back at the elders as if to say 'see I'm not too bad a student. I made amens for trying to kill him...' Then in one final flourish of making a good impression, and out of good sportsmanship, Lexi extended a hand out to Matt. She honestly hoped he wouldn't change back and try to bite it off, but then again, if he did, she had those daggers.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 21:00:58 GMT -5
Matt looked back at the dragon-man known as Tamir, and gave a simple nod as to indicate that he got his name right. He looked at Satonaro, and honestly was surprised that he was still breathing, let alone walking around. When she said misunderstanding, honestly he thought he might have an aneurysm. There was a bullseye right there! How couldn't she have seen it? Heightened senses my ass! he thought loudly to himself, although most likely a telepathic dragon-man would pick up on it.
The lycan looked at Lexi as she extended a hand. His mind went through various insults of being a kiss-up, because he wasn't too fond of being attacked. The medicine of a victory seemed to wear off quickly. But nonetheless, he shook her hand with disdain and used a death grip upon her, squeezing her hand hard.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 21:27:45 GMT -5
((The first character of yours that I wouldn't want to be friends with... Matt. Because he's a jackass and an insult to Marines! D: D: D: *mutters something about all the Marines she's met being actually really nice*))
A sharp shard of metal seemed to gleam through the air, coming from nowhere and skimming through the air past Matt's head. A glimmer pf steel. Thunk. The sharp object slammed into a tree behind Matt. "You will respect your fellow students- or the next one will be approximately six inches to the left and perhaps somewhere around three feet or so down... if you care to figure out where that'll be- be my guest." the words were threatening and utterly serious. Tamir looked as if he hadn't moved at all- but he had, he had thrown the knife at Matt. It could be questioned whether or not he had another knife to throw, but he had a massive sword as well. "Release your grip on Miss Lexi... now." Tamir commanded, darkness gathering in his tone. The scariest thing wasn't even that, it was that from the outside- Tamir seemed stone cold. One wouldn't be able to guess what was going through his head at the current moment- Tamir was probably killer in any kind of military formation, if it wasn't for his uncanny ability to stick out though.
Satonaro, that crazy old coot just watched, a smile on his wrinkly face, his whispy gray hairs sticking in various directions and his hand loosened and tightened on his staff silently, the red robed old man was thinking his own private thoughts, though one would guess his thoughts were more along the lines of some song going along the lines of, 'I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts! There they are all a'standin' in a row! Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head! "Give them a twist a flick of the wrist" that’s what the showman said!' Who knows... it might have some kind of deep meaning... other than being a completely rediculous song written by some Englishman a long time ago. Yeah, sure. That song was deep- meaning to life right there... if you were on crack, of course. So either Satonaro was high... or a crazy old guy.
My vote goes for super ninja overlord of the underworld. But hey- that's just me.
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