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Post by Sirhaan on May 21, 2019 9:52:40 GMT -5
From the darkness of the city and uproar could be heard,
it was rather far away which muffled the voices.
Felan swiveled his ears to the sounds and walked forwards a bit,
“Should we follow it? It might be her, or someone who can help us.”
Aoertis walked forward and stretched,
“Sure.”
Without another warning Aoertis began walking forward,
deeper into the city.
Felan waited for Moon, knowing they could both take care of themselves, but not wanting to leave anyone behind.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jun 3, 2019 21:07:47 GMT -5
Within minutes they made it to where the commotion had been coming from. In front of them laid an odd scene. It was an intersection, 3 of the four lampposts still illuminated the overall dark area. On one of the illuminated corners there were 3 dogs. 2 larger dogs sat on the pavement below a garbage can, on top of which sat a mostly red female. She was barking insults at the two below her and they each whimpered. Strange, they were easily the same size as her and could take her down if they wanted. “I think we’ve found our girl.” Felan said while turning to Aoertis and Moon.
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[Back at Frost Bite]
The corpse of Sirhaan laid still.
In the town of thoughts, trouble was stirring. Aoertis forgot to warn Sirhaan about one crucial piece of advice : don’t take the shadows offers. It was too late now. She didn’t know where the other Sirhaan had gone, it wasn’t much of a big deal to her though. Her focus was on the four shadows that surrounded her. Sirhaan didnt know it, but these entities were anger, jealousy, envy, and doubt. Without her seer, these emotions ran rampant around her mind. They began to close in on her, but somehow Sirhaan wasn’t afraid, it was.. comforting. “Sirhaan..” One said softly, “You want to live, dont you?” She did, she wanted to, desperately. “We can make you live Sirhaan.” They all spoke, “Take my hand, and you can live.” With a slow motion, Sirhaan grabbed the anomalies paw.
In the land of Frostbite, the dormant corpse of Sirhaan laid. But, in the snow, a paw twitched, soon a leg, and before a minute had been able to pass, Sirhaan was standing.
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MoonSong/Ezrah
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Post by MoonSong/Ezrah on Jun 4, 2019 11:49:51 GMT -5
"Good." Moonsong growl, getting more irritated by the second. "Then go grab her." She was sick of dogs. Sick of the hard cold cement beneath her paws. Sick of the foul smells that burned her nose, the strange items. She wanted to be home with the snow between her toes. She wanted Aelin...she wants to hide herself in the white-coated female. Hideaway from the world in the mother figure. Moon couldn't stop herself as she stalked forward toward the dogs, her snout wrinkled in a soundless growl.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jun 4, 2019 17:31:55 GMT -5
Upon noticing the wolves stalking them the red female barked loudly, “Hey, mutts! What do you think you’re doing here? This is my turf! Get out now!” As the growled the two below her stood up and turned to face the three. It was now clear that one was a chocolate colored laborador and the other was a tan chinook. Both looked rather well fed and had a left over collar on their neck from when there was people still living in the city. They didn’t growl or bark, they just stared at them. “We’re not here to cause trouble. You wouldn’t happen to be named Sirhaan, would you?” Felan asked while walking towards them. “That’s none of your business. Now leave.” Felan paused, “But it’s entirely our business. We’re looking for a Sirhaan to bring back to our lands, and-“ Before Felan can finish he’s cut off, “Ok, yes, my name is Sirhaan. I’m not going with you, or any one else. This is my home and I’m not leaving.” She promptly sits down on the trashcan while the other two sit down slowly. “This might be harder than I thought.” Felan mumbled to no one in particular, “We will take you with force if we have to.” Felan states, to which his reply is a “hmph” and a flick of Sirhaan’s head. “That was a lie. Any damage we inflict on her will go to Sirhaan, yes she’s dead and everything but I don’t want to risk it.” He whispers to Moon, out of Sirhaan’s earshot.
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MoonSong/Ezrah
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Post by MoonSong/Ezrah on Jun 4, 2019 21:47:22 GMT -5
"Im about to bite her neck and drag her there myself." She mumbles back before stepping forward and snarling at the dogs. The heartbroken female was swiftly returning to her old ways from the Glacier Peak pack. Patience short. Fangs bared. Heart closed behind a wall of ice.
She didn't want hope. Hope that her love will come back. Because then it will hurt even more even she doesnt. This...all this...confuses her...and is driving her more insane.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jun 5, 2019 22:17:09 GMT -5
“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.” Sirhaan spoke angrily from atop her throne of garbage, it was quite obvious she was not going to willingly conform to any orders. The two dogs at her feet suddenly stood up and each bellowed a short, loud howl. Quickly it was answered by at least fifteen more, signaling to the three wolves that they were soon going to be surrounded if they did not move fast. Felan quickly caught up to Moonsong, “If you can distract the two for a minute, Aoertis can grab Sirhaan and we can all book it out of here before her “kingdom of dogs” can find us. I’ve looked, those two are good with being loyal, not so much on being good guards.” He whispered the plan to her, while the two dogs at her feet began making their way towards them.
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