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| Lord DragonFlame | Apr 21 2013, 03:07 AM Post #1 |
Christmas is back again
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((Considering we are so many, I believe we can add a small quick reference to our characters in the discussion thread so we won't have to reread every time when we like to know what character the other member's using.)) Use this for reference. Extra link to Island map ------- Shattered to pieces, what remains to see of tomorrow's sunlight has been blessed and renewed a second chance. The wind must have carried them to the shorelines, to this now mysterious uncharted island, who's intimidated appearance, dare say are better then drowning somewhere in the endless ocean. The warm sand, the delight morning breeze, even the tender heartbeat from the waves continuously hitting the shoreline. Seated on his black haunches, barely awaken from a near death experience. Even for a moment, there's nothing or no one who would steal this moment away from the unusual black ridgeback. Yet such idle solitary ain't meant to last, and there are surely other's across the shoreline, ether in need of assistance or just looking for some company. The mutt carries his feet along the ground, barely lifting them off the ground, looking to have all time in the world, caring little what's lurking behind that tree over there, nor at the one ahead of him. Animals of all kinds, surely infesting this island with their presence, bird's chirping along the treeline's, if it hadn't been for the smoke raising at the center of this island, this would have a new name. Namely Paradise. Continuing north, if such are instinctively addressed to without as much a compass or simple guidance. Yet an old fashioned saying, sun's rising up from the east, so that's as good reason like any. One thing's obvious, he'll want to seek revenge toward the politicians, and all who's put them through this misery. Kept beneath like worthless heap of trash, never allow such luxuries such as bathing in sunlight upon deck, nor receiving an relatively refreshing bath. That's as any excuse for having quite the odor reeking out from his black sleek fur. Movement in the distance could mean there's more then his own scrawny life being spared. Quickly spawning attention toward a rock, always staying prepared in case whoever's moving, is one of the dratted hole's, who won't deserve more then a knock to their brained tissue, ending that life of theirs. However, if fortune was with them, they'd only find fellow prisoner's, now free men, or woman, looking to take advantage of a second chance. If they now could make a living here, until rescued or even better, make a boat, as there's enough with material's residing nearby, just missing the tools to make use of such wood. Raising a hand toward the stranger/s seeking it/their's attention, wouldn't prove difficult seeing the difference, hence to their use of clothes. Rags, or simple cloth would easily mean it's one of their kind, if that's even a saying. Considering what they've all been through, it's a fair thing saying, admittedly in the ridgeback's perspective. Edited by DragonFlame, Apr 21 2013, 03:08 AM.
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| Zamau | Apr 24 2013, 10:28 AM Post #2 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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Waking up on the shore of a beach, he stared up at the blue sky. He could not believe he was still alive. When the storm what hit ship, he thought it was the end. All the coyote remembers, is jumping off the deck and trying to swim for his live, although he must of lost consciousness, he cannot recall swimming to a beach. But the canine was glad he was still alive. The canine sat up, noticing his wrists were still in chains and the lower part of his body was still in the water. He slowly stood up and stepped out of the sea, almost tripping over before he noticed his ankles were still in chains as well. The coyote walked across the beach, looking out at the sea and noticing a few, pieces of the wood from the ship washing up on the shore. He turned around gazing at the trees and could also see the top of a volcano. The coyote had no idea where he was. But he did not want to be around if the mountain erupted. The canine wanted to try to get the shackles off. He picked up a rock, near the trees and used it like a hammer, trying to break the chains around his ankles. Unfortunately he had no luck. He threw the rock to the side in anger. The coyote walked across the sand, to see if he could find any other survivors from the ships. He soon found someone else from the sunken vessel. It was a Phu Quoc Ridgeback. The coyote called out to the mutt. “Hey!” The canine held his arms up revealing the chains round his wrists, showing that he was a prisoner from the ship. Since a few of the guards from the galleon, could of survived too. Edited by Zamau, Apr 24 2013, 10:30 AM.
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| Ellis | Apr 25 2013, 09:00 AM Post #3 |
Pint of real ale please squire!
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The ship tossed and turned on the rough sea, the creaking and groaning from the ancient crate the only familiar sound for how ever long he cared to remember. But tonight seemed worse then any other storm, for some strange reason something didn't feel right. The shire horse sat rowing in time with the crew one chain holding his leg to the bench, hands free to row. The threat of a sharp blade in ones chest enough to keep the men at work. Yet as with any bad weather his thoughts cast back to the fateful night he was captured, running from something he didn't do. Running things over and over, useless but it kept his mind off things. "ELLIS!" The panicked shout snapped the shire out of the daydream, the ship now listing to one side dangerously, water coming in through a gaping hole in the side and then all hell broke loose, the sound of crashing water, wood, peoples screams washed together eventually drowned out by the soothing ocean waters. Yet the sound of water eventually brought the shire into consciousness, sitting on one arm wincing into the sunlight checking legs and arms. Well at least nothings broken, muttering aloud not registering any pain which was another good sign. The soft sand was a relief to the hard wood sat on for endless hours, and the freedom of his legs was a feeling second to none. Scanning the surroundings some debris on the shore marked the end of the ship that was for sure, and good riddance too. Standing up Ellis scanned the horizon looking for any other survivors, worse, anyone official to mess things up even further. Seeing no one around or hearing anything, headed up the beach to where the hard ground began, dusting the sand out his torn trousers shoes and feathers. Spotting the volcano in the distance it was unclear whether it was active or not, but that was least of any worries. Stomach rumbling scanned for food, spying some banana trees gave one a kick dropping several to the floor. Leaning against the trunk tucking into the fresh, oh so fresh fruit it was heavenly just for this after the months of stale food on board. Finishing up still couldn't hear anything so gave a shout, aware of unwanted attention but holding a heft rock would soon sort that out if they tried to take him away again "HELLO? ANYONE HERE?" Ellis voice receiving nothing so far but the crashing of waves on the rocks and sand. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 1 2013, 10:15 AM Post #4 |
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Christmas is back again
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((Just refer him as Thai, Zamau, no need to refer the whole race.)) Grey/brown in appearances, chains around the canine's wrists, it has to be one of the captive's, clearly there's no need for violence, yet the rock might prove useful on it's own. Approaching the coyote, clearly in need of some aid, looking him in the eye's, before looking to his feet. "Need a hand with those?" Careful he looked to break em, before reaching his hand out, offering him back to his feet. "Name's Zeth... You wouldn't happen to have seen anyone else?" However an answer weren't necessarily required upon hearing someone shouting in the distance. Wouldn't prove the wisest of decision, shouting in the midst of unknown, but at least they'd be making for the stranger's voice. Trudging their way across the beach, rather straying away from entering the thick jungle, even if his stomach kept on growling. "I think it's best if we stay together, finding anyone still alive, and make some sort of raft, taking us away from here, would've you say?" Continuing along the path, surely their bound to meet up with, whoever had the guts to shout. //"HELLO? ANYONE HERE?"\\ Apart from those down the beach, something piqued up an unusual sound near the coastline, enough to investigate. Quickly scurrying it's way through the bushes, breaking branches upon putting the weight from it's feet on the ground. A sound but brief growling, followed by an even more vicious growl, enough to shed any sound past the treelines. Looking toward the mysterious depth's, well aware now that they weren't alone on this island. "Ain't much for weapon's in case we would get attacked." Whether he was worried or not, it didn't matter, as he tried to scan for anything potentially useful, a medium sized branch brought to his hand, readying him self, while at the same time, continuing making progress along the coastline. |
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| Zamau | May 3 2013, 10:02 AM Post #5 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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After showing the mutt that he was a fellow prisoner. He walked up asking. "Need a hand with those?" The coyote nodded, and was happy to be finally rid of the bonds. Once the chains were off his arms and legs. The coyote looked out at the sea hold his wrists, and thought about those who captured him, and put him on that ship. He wanted his revenge against the one who sold him off as a slave. The mutt held out his to help him back up. He also told the coyote him, and asked about the others on board the ship. Although before he could give and an answer the was another voice heard possibly another one from the ship. But was it another prisoner or, one, of the guard's shouting for his comrades? Once back up. He and the mutt went searching for whoever was shouting. Zeth suggested not splitting while searching for the others from the ship. Also he had an idea on how to get off the island, with constructing a raft. “Okay that is fine by me. My name is Samuel by the way.” While walking down beach searching for another survivor from the ship. There was a noise coming from the jungle. That noise turned into a growl. Samuel looked at the jungle, and saw some of the trees swaying like they were being hit by a heavy gust of wind. “What the hell is that?” The coyote saw Zeth picked up a branch. Although he was worried about whatever was in the jungle. The canine would hope not see it. Samuel continued down the beach with the mutt, searching for the other survivor. Although the coyote quickened up his pace. The canine hoped the would find the others before they would find whatever was in the jungle. |
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| Ellis | May 6 2013, 09:53 AM Post #6 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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Standing there staring into thin air Ellis shouts still received no come back, not what he was expecting anything the whole place looked deserted with no visible signs of people activity. Maybe it was a thing to enjoy after so long, a chance to live out the rest of your days in peace and tranquility with no one to disturb. The shires mind began dreaming of such as he wondered along the shore, water lapping over his hooves drenching the black feathers surrounding them, enjoying the coolness from the hot sand. Tripping over a boulder brought him back into reality almost stumbling head first into the wet sand, saving the impact grabbing the boat. Cursing the stone Ellis face dropped, turning to what he was holding onto, excitement quickly turning to dread to see it was only the front of the shop they were all once on. The red mist fell, anger in the guys eyes as he kicked the ruined structure, almost battering it not massively doing any damage but it was helping clear the hate, the anger and spite of this wooden hell hole that kept he and the other prisoners like wild animals. Something stopped him mid swing of the drift wood that was now obliterated, standing dead still listened out again. Something rumbled in the distance, from the forest jungle thing? The horse wasn't sure but maybe it was someone else like him looking about to see what was on the island, there wouldn't be any weird stuff here he was sure, what was there to live on apart from bananas and coconuts? Making his way across the heard sand towards the sounds the shadows were beginning to get longer, a sign of the sun on its way to setting for the evening. Realizing this quickened the pace shouting again to see if it was someone rather then something. "HELLO?! HEY ARE YOU SURVIVORS TOO?! I WAS ONE OF THE" Ellis stopped, not wanting to say prisoner, quickly coming up with the finishing reply "PEOPLE ON THE LOWER DECKS" There. If they were guards, no problem. The wood in his hand from before would be enough to smack them across the heads, and if fellow prisoners, still keep hold of it. They'd be after one thing now on this remote place. To get away. Hur not if he had anything to do with it, no way! Seeing two people closer in visual range now quickened the pace, still enjoying the freedom of not being chained to a post nearly broke out into a run, calming breathing and presence, not wanting to alarm who ever it was. Heh they might even be natives, who knows...... |
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| L Dragon | May 7 2013, 04:19 PM Post #7 |
Chaos Emerald
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Wind... Mist... Sand... And the taste of salt followed by the smell of tropic tress. This was some sort of beach. Yet, for some reason, his body was on high alert. Why was this so? Where was he before he arrived here... Ah, yes. That is correct. He was aboard a ship with several other prisoners. The ship was wrecked, meaning he somehow survived and is now laying on the shores of some God-forsaken island. Or maybe it was the opposite. Perhaps God had saved his life... Either way, he was stirring out of this dizzy like state. He slowly opened his eyes, and thankfully the sun wasn't right above him. That should tell him something about the time. Now he'd have to figure out which was east and west. He slowly sits up, keeping his focus on the sky above for a moment. He then scanned the area around him. He wasn't too far off from the jungle-like scene behind him. A few broken pieces of the ship were scattered around him. As well, his chains had broken. At least the links did. The cuffs were not a arm brace it would seem. His feet were free, so no worries about walking around. Even though he would rather be else where, this place seemed to be alright for the moment. However, he was reminded that there were others on the ship as he heard someone yelling off in the distance. That person is either disparate or simply sure enough no harm would come to him. Maybe he thought he was alone and was simply confirming for sanity sake. Regardless, it wouldn't hurt to check it out. What if its a guard? Would he really call out like that to draw attention to himself if he indeed was a guard? A guard in his right mind would lay low, fearing that those who were bound aboard the ship are now loose, if they survived. No guard would want to be stuck on a island with even just one criminal running loose in the vastness of lush greens. At least, known should wish this if the criminal was Dreyon. Then again, this is comparing himself to unknown criminals, as he himself didn't know any of them, nor does he want to know them... This idea may change though. Team work normally spells survival. With those thoughts pushed aside for the moment, Dreyon deiced to use the edge of this jungle for cover until he can identify the loud speaker shouting along the beach. Of course, he might frighten them, as the ironic situation is calling for him to prowl around like a hungry tiger. |
 Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 8 2013, 08:33 AM Post #8 |
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Christmas is back again
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//“Okay that is fine by me. My name is Samuel by the way.”\\ "Right, but we ain't getting no materials without sufficient tools." Whatever disturbance there was, it never showed it self, in fact it's probably more afraid of them, then they are. //"PEOPLE ON THE LOWER DECKS"\\ Stranger perhaps, yet their all stranded on this island, safe to say. anyone from lower deck is to be trusted, no matter their feet's of history. "HEY! Best keep that voice down, unless you wanna draw anything our way." Sure he knew the shire horse's reasons, but considering their in the middle of nowhere, shouting ain't the best tactic admittedly. Nevertheless, Zeth weren't looking down on any men, nor woman for that matter. Shame there's only been men strolling around from the wreckage. Barely confirming the horse's appearance before looking across his shoulder toward the ocean. "Hate to ask, but you wouldn't happen to have snatched something along your way to the shoreline." It was rather ironically he asked for such, seen as they might get stuck on this island, living on bananas and coconuts. There wasn't much point asking for other survivors along the path, seen as he's more of a lone wanderer, but he could have sworn someone dashed into the jungle only just before they crossed paths between each other. Approaching through the bushes, trying to avert being seen. Several candidates for a potential snack within range, as the morbid feline continues to close the distance, not risking even the slightest mistake. A fierce cat growl, upon rushing at it's marked prey, eyeing as it dashes through the bushes, sending leaves and anything loose along the ground flailing backwards, clearly revealing it's identity, yet the matter of discretion is over, upon looking to have one juicy mouthful. Initially it would strike, yet upon staring into it's eye's, the panther seized it's aggressive state, realizing the markings across it's muzzle. Tiger... Enough to have it startling off in the distance. ((If you'd rather choose a different tactic Lilfate, lemme know and I'll let you take care of the finishing sequence.)) |
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| L Dragon | May 8 2013, 09:35 AM Post #9 |
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Chaos Emerald
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(nah, I like where this is going, even though I don't know where its going xD I didn't want to just meet with the others anyways, a nice distraction could be fun :D) Dreyon's ears twitched as he made a stop to get a closer look at the one who was yelling. From what he could see there was more of them, but that isn't what made his ears twitch. Something else was coming towards him. He didn't like being charged from behind, yet he hadn't clue what it was. Either way, by the time he even thought to react, the thing racing through the jungle made its appearance. To his surprise it was a panther. It showed all signs that it was about to snag Dreyon as its lunch. However, it quickly changed it's mannerism to a frighten kitten. Its aggressive growling and glare where not changed to fear and panic. Looking into it's eyes made Dreyon give it a reason to be afraid. He lowly growled himself, angered by its attempt and even more angered it was now fleeing. "Lets see how you like being hunted..." He comments, then suddenly roared his tiger roar, scattering whatever birds were present in the trees above him. An aura quickly covered him and suddenly he was transformed into his Tiger Berserker form, roaring even louder than before as he planted his hands and feet on the ground, becoming larger and more tiger like before suddenly racing off after the panther. His locked onto the fleeing creature. Nothing else mattered but taking it down. Truly, he was now a tiger hungry for its next meal. (I believe you plan on controlling the panther still, right, DF?) |
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Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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| Zamau | May 10 2013, 08:25 AM Post #10 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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While waking across the shore, searching for other survivors from ship. There was more shouting coming from further down. "HELLO?! HEY ARE YOU SURVIVORS TOO?! I WAS ONE OF THE" The coyote saw the horse. Zeth seemed a bit uneasy about the shouting from the shire. The horse mention he was on the lower deck. Samuel did not know much about the ship’s lower decks. He had a sack over his head, when he was brought on board. And chained to a bench. The horse might of had a bit more freedom on the galleon than others. The coyote nodded to the question earlier. “Yes. We are from that bloody ship.” He said as he looked other the sea. While looking at the sea, he heard Zeth talking to the horse. "Hate to ask, but you would not happen to have snatched something along your way to the shoreline." Impatiently waiting for answer. Samuel looked to his left and right. Seeing if he could find some wreckage of the ship washed up. If the three of them managed to get to this island. It might be possible that some of the wreckage could of washed up too. If something could be used, to help them get back to the mainland. The canine then looked to the jungle, and shivered a little thinking back to what he saw, by the trees swaying without any wind. Also if the ship was heading to another destination. And there would ne no news of arrival. So others could be looking for the crew, probably prisoners too. |
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| Ellis | May 11 2013, 05:56 AM Post #11 |
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Pint of real ale please squire!
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As the distance closed between them Ellis could see they were both Coyote and Canine and not recognizable from the ship, but then again there were many different sections to it. "HEY! Best keep that voice down, unless you wanna draw anything our way." The horse eyed up the guy with a raised eyebrow, was he serious? This place was deserted, some poxy small island in the middle of nowhere, who was going to attack ex prisoners? Replying in a not too sarcastic manner but one that made light heart of the situation "Heh yeah, the guards are all going to come running eh?" Looking about the place added "Seems a nice peaceful place don't you think?" Holding out a hand introduced himself anyway with a pleasant enough smile "The names Ellis, was one of the ores-man never really got to see much about the ship or anyone else apart from the sweaty guys in front and to the side of me" "Hate to ask, but you wouldn't happen to have snatched something along your way to the shoreline." The other strangers question seemed a little hesitant, was there something about the ship he didn't know about? Either way Ellis shrugged with a look of apology, well, if you could count a lump of wood as something but there wasn't anything interesting "Sorry my friend, just some of the old bits of drift wood from the bow, and a few other bits and pieces, nothing of interest really" Doing the same intro as before Ellis politely held out his hand once more, only to pause hearing the almighty roar of a big cat, tiger, leopard? Turning to see what it was only caught the rustling of the bushes, seemingly something going into rather then out of the brush. But there was nothing behind them before? "Well, pleased to meet you, i guess we err, need to find some shelter above the trees preferably" A little nervousness coming through the shires voice, maybe he was wrong about being alone on the island after all. Must be bigger then first anticipated, surely so to sustain life for the big hunters, which also must mean a supply of fresh water and food. Looking down to the sand Ellis cursed under his breath, the damns and getting into his feathers dusting them all up. "Can we get onto some solid proper ground please? This sand is doing my head in, and don't fancy being in the open to whatever that was just now!" Whether his annoyance showed he wasn't too bothered, knowing his bulky frame was enough satisfaction to know if they tried anything he could handle himself. "Did you two know where we were headed originally? Must have been somewhere inhabited and useful, doubt it was anywhere near here though" |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 12 2013, 01:36 AM Post #12 |
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Christmas is back again
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//"Heh yeah, the guards are all going to come running eh?"\\ "The guard's are our least concern." Proving that if anyone of them lot had survived, they would make a fine souvenir, with them head's added upon the beach, as a sign that no one sells them as slaves without repercussions. //"The names Ellis, was one of the ores-man never really got to see much about the ship or anyone else apart from the sweaty guys in front and to the side of me"\\ "Had to work for that damn captain eh, I ain't envying you Ellis." Reaching his black paw, greeting the shire horse in return. "Name's Zeth." Referring to any middle names nor last names to a complete stranger were out of the question, even if it wouldn't matter, as names meant nothing. //“Yes. We are from that bloody ship.”\\ "Wow, wow, there's no need to be snappy Samuel, we're all in this together." Sure he wasn't looking to make friends, but as the situation counts for, it's the best deal for now. Their answer was once more revealed, there are inhabitants of this island, whether just animals or actual people, it wouldn't matter. As it only means they'd best keep on guard, and best bet was high above the ground, among the tree tops. Growls intensifying, only feeling more distant with each second passed, whereas remaining silent, catching were it might have come from. "As much I share that opinion, Ellis. How are we even meant to make a living among the canopies." After all, without tools, there's little safety, as they weren't the only one sufficient of climbing, now was they? The black panther quickly scurries away, quickly glancing past it's shoulder, catching it's follower. Deeper into the jungle it carries the pursuer, even if the distance between them slowly decreased, as it's small nimble feet couldn't outreach the ferocious feline. Using whatever trenches, bushes, low-ground branches, and narrow path's ,until the little bugger made a foolish mistake, upon checking it's rear, ignoring the tree-stump dead ahead. Loosing balance, toppling over, until lying on it's back, feeling helpless as it stared into the hunter who's already catch up to the black panther. Yet not far from were the situation unfolded, an vicious sound as if an antelope had it's spine ripped apart. Including the sound from low growling, whether it was satisfaction or signs that it wasn't alone looking to feast upon it's trophy. The creature weren't of any natural outcome, partly feline sure, at least the back, but it's head weren't of such nature. A legendary griffin had made it's home on this island, perfect ideal place for such an unusual breed. Whether it was indeed the sound from the jungle, presented by sheer rustling, it wouldn't matter as far it goes for this stout and more proud creature. If there aren't theft included in the intruder's nearby presence. ((Lilfate, the panther's all in your care now, the griffin ain't. In case you'd end up exploring.)) Edited by DragonFlame, May 12 2013, 01:39 AM.
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| L Dragon | May 14 2013, 10:22 AM Post #13 |
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Chaos Emerald
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The downside to going into his Tiger Berserker mode, was the longer he staid in it, the more he would loose control of himself and truly become an fury breed animal. He could feel himself slipping away the longer he chased this pest down. Which forced him to drive harder and run faster. Finally the panther tripped and came to a terrifying halt. Growling with rage, Dreyon slowly walked towards the frightened panther. Teeth showing, mouth drooling, eyes enraged, Dreyon quickly pounced on the panther and sunk his teeth, all of his teeth, into the panther's neck. Chopping down quickly he silenced any whimpering it might have made. After taking a few more bites, something he wasn't intending to do, he realized he was about to loose totally control. He snaps out of it and leaps back, only to switch back to his hybrid self in a painful manner as he grunts and moans. Another drawback of his Tiger Berserker, its always wears him out when he switched back, and it is always painful. Panting in pain on his hands and knees, his ears twitched once more from another sound. Something else was not too far from him. He ignored it for the moment, trying to regain himself as he steadied his breathing. After a few long moments he managed to bring himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off of his face, mostly smudging it actually, the looked around to see where he was. "Well, at least I have enough energy now to walk nowhere..." He comments to himself. He looked back at the partly eaten panther for a moment, as if apologizing mentally. He looks around once more, remembering where that sound came from. He had a choice. Check it out, or try to head back to the beach. He could easily follow his foot steps back, but who is to say that the ones he saw before will still be there when he arrives. On the other hand, he could see what that noise was... Only to do what? Try to go into his Berserker mode again and kill it? Doubtful, he already wasted most of his energy doing that to begin with. Had he eaten the panther fully he would of regained a little under half of his energy back. Still not good enough to go into his Tiger Berserker. His third option could be to set up camp somewhere near by and simply wait for that thing that roared to come get him, or the others on this island find him. Maybe some locals would try to eat him, if they're that type of locals. However, he knows about territory, and he might just be in that thing's home-turf. In any case, hopefully he is bigger than whatever is out there. Stetting up camp will have to do. And yes, he'll do the smart thing and set up a fire, but a few distances away from his 'camp-site.' That way whatever is out there will be drawn to the fire and not him. It would also let the others know someone is out in these jungles. Not wanting to waste any time, he went to work, first by dragging the panther along with him. He'll use this to set up a trap. |
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Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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| Zamau | May 18 2013, 11:20 AM Post #14 |
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Sandopolis Act 2
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Once coyote heard the horse gave his name. He gave him, his own. “I am Samuel.” Although the Shire probably already knew, after the scolding the canine got off the thai. But he was right. A lot of help will be needed to get off the island… Samuel started think of a way back to the mainland. But that was interrupted by the loud roar heard coming from the jungle. It did startle the canine a little, but it sounded more distant from where they are. Ellis suggested if thy could get to a solid surface. Saying he was a little frustrated with the sand. Samuel looked to the trees. “Might might be a hard enough surface in the jungle. Probably dirt path’s. But it might be tougher than sand.” The horse also wondered if either him or Zeth, knew where the galleon was going. The coyote shook his head. “I’m not sure where we were heading. But wherever it was, they will be looking for ship, since it will not be arriving. It will be best not stick around on the shore” The canine hesitantly stepped through the trees, entering the jungle and sighed. Since that roar heard earlier, came from among the foliage. Samuel walked ahead but he did not venture too far, since he was waiting for Zeth and Ellis. Although it was not long until he found something. Sat down at the base of a tree was a skeleton, with a spear through its chest. The attire what the skeleton had, showed that it was probably once part of a tribe, and was the clan still living on the island. Samuel’s stomach rumbled, it had been a long time since he had eaten anything. He was offered food on the ship be he did not eat most it. He searched his surroundings, seeing if he could find any nourishment. The Coyote did find some fruit up a tall large tree, but he could not find a way of climbing up to obtain it. He walked to the skeleton, and grabbed the spear. “Sorry I got to borrow this.” He said to the lifeless tribesman. The canine pulled the spear out of the skeleton. And held it above head aiming it at the fruit. He then threw the spear, but was not high enough. Samuel picked up the spear and tried again. He stood a bit further back and threw it, and missed again. It was high enough but the aiming was not good. “Damn!” Getting frustrated, he tried once more. Although this time, he was successful in knocking some fruit down from a branch. “Finally.” With a faint smile, the canine walked over to the tree and picked up the fruit, and ate it. He picked the spear back up and stood waiting for the horse and the mutt. It was a little quiet in the jungle. While he waited. The only thing he could hear was faint sound of the sea. Well it was better than the roar he heard. He wondered what it was, what made that roar, but its sounds like the island is not deserted after all. |
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| L Dragon | May 18 2013, 07:16 PM Post #15 |
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Chaos Emerald
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By now he had hung the panther up, dangling it off of a tree branch by using some of the vines around the jungle. He made sure it wasn't too high in the air, yet not too low on the ground to attract tinier critters of this jungle. His camp-site was set up, a bunch of bark and large leafs for shelter, using some more vines as strings. He set up his little hut under a large tree. It's large roots made a big enough gap for him to build his hut. It was somewhat hidden thanks tot he tree. However, he was away from his hut, a few miles away actually. He marked the trees with his claws, two lines meant take a left, an three lines meant take a right. A single line meant his little trap was in that direction. Of course, an X meant a possible unsafe path. He only marked a few X's though, mainly reminding him which direction he heard that other strange roar. It took him a while but he dug up some rocks, made a little pit, then gathered from dried leafs and bark. Using his claws and the rock, he tried to spark a fire. It took him a while, longer than he wanted to take, and he nearly gave up as he thought he was just sharpening his claws. But then a spark flung out, his eyes widen with delight as he little park landed on the leafs. He lightly blew on the tiny fire, until finally the fire grew. He watched as he smoke rose, smirking a bit as he could only think of what this would attract. With any luck, whatever he'd attract would first bump into the dead panther. Hopefully that would warn-off any locals, but also might warn-off the others from the ship. Even more so, anything that tried to eat it or bring it down will be strung up them selves should they get too close and trigger the trap. Now all he had to do was wait. Of course he was on high alert, sitting against a tree encase he heard something approaching, giving him plenty of time to quickly climb the tree and watch out of sight. |
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Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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