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Posted by WereCat on Dec 6, 2011 16:48:16 GMT -6
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Aug 31, 2017 18:09:18 GMT -6
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Ok... So this guy was interesting, Staying rooted to the spot was Booooring. That and Sara could have sworn that there was a little alarm going off in the back of her mind that she shouldn't have just let that guy with the shifted lion head go. She shook the thought away from her mind as she turned her attention back to the alter with that little knife that Sara had used her claw to doodle on. <I mean what could a crazy, illuminating, lion headed, mutant do before he sobered up?>
Sara was just about to turn her bored attention back to that knife and her etchings when...
“AYEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
“Oh my god!!!”
Or Sara shouldn't have staid rooted to the spot and should have charged right after the lion headed mutant to kitty sit him on his task. Had this happened more than once in this city?
Sara's head whipped around in the direction of the roars and the screams. Like a moth to a flame, Sara took off in the direction that the lion headed mutant had headed in. Sara was faster than the lion headed mutant. She powered forward on all fours looking almost as natural as she did on two with her tail bending back and forth over her legs keeping her balance.
upon the scene, she leaned back as her legs swung side ways and skittered across the ground to slow herself down. inertia carrying her up to a low standing position. A quick annalists of the scene told her that the lion headed mutant had starting hunting cars. Boot still proudly warn on his head. Mean while there was a norm trapped inside the car that he was beginning to destroy. She couldn't hear everything that the civilian had said, but it had something to do with the police. Fuuuuuunnnnn....
Sliding up behind Vincent Sara grabbed for the brick that he was using to try to kill the Furrary with and with the direction that Sara was trying to yank the brick away from Vincent, it may or may not clobber him across his lion head.
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Apr 11, 2013 15:16:11 GMT -6
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Vicente snarled and continued to beat the celestial bear with the power and holy imbued rock that he had found. He struck hard into the creature’s tough carapace but it simply did not relent! It was obvious that this celestial beast was going to be extremely tough but lacking any necessary weapons, all he could do was continue to strike and hope that he would continue to wear it out. It wasn’t fighting back, save for a shrill scream that came from within its body.
Maybe it had swallowed a spirit that wanted freedom? He would not have been surprised. After all, these creatures tend to simply roam and devour anything they came across.
Aiming his weapon for its large, black eyes, Vicente suddenly slammed the brick into its black eyes and effectively shattered them. It exploding like tiny shards of obsidian and he could more clearing here the shrill cries from within.
Poor, confused spirit. Doomed to forever digest in the stomach of that beast. As much as it would have been nice to free him, Vicente simply didn’t have the time. His more important issue was killing the beast to present it to the spirit.
But, just as he was reading to deliver the final death blow, something odd happen. Hefting up his holy weapon, he readied to strike again when suddenly he felt something stop him. Snapping back, he growled and jumped at the sight of the mischievous spirit that he was dealing with. He snarled and struggled to reclaim his weapon.
Unfortunately his grip on the rock loosened just enough that the spirit managed to pry it free from his hand and send it smacking into the side of his golden furred head.
Blackness settled in and he stumbled to the ground, effectively knocking out…
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