What happens next(open)after the world comes crashing down

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    Everything was a blur. Falling out of a tree was now Back's best game plan yet it happened and the impact killed. Background wanted to howl out in pain, but couldn't bring himself to it since it was like he was in shock yet in a different dimension. Everything looked so peaceful as a few pricks of blood ran down his face. Instead of just letting all the blood race to his head than out of his body, Back got up and began to walk towards camp. So maybe he was a little injured so what? Back wasn't going to do really anything about it since he was craving some chili hot dogs. The only question was where do you find delectable goodness in a forest or headquarters.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: -10pt;]Nicle has been wondering around in the building, until he came to an area where Background was and stood there, having his dark gaze staring coldly at him. Blood. Blood. [color=red]"What the heck exactly had happen to you, Background?"     bluntly asked the tabby as his gaze was at the crimson liquid and licked his lips, wanting to drink some blood as there was lust in his eye that he was desperate to drink blood and... Oh, those tasty blood... He had remember he was a vampire, but it was funny how his "curse" was over for unknown reasons outside the thread and well, look at that, he still have fond with drinking blood.

    [size=20pt]• Chance Divinus •[/size]


    Male • Darkclan • Medic • Hard • No kill • PM for capture


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    [color=#0066CC]"You okay man?" the paranoid medic asked, checking over his shoulder ever so quickly. The medic was unnerved, especially after he had been murdered himself. The Blue Merle had been scared. A long on down his side and another down his chest. He didn't remember who did it either. So, the medic watched his clanmate with concern in his heterogeneous optics.


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    Back almost ignored them trying to think of a way to get a dang chili hot dog when instead he gave the courtesy of at least answering the question. 'Yea I'm ok it just blood,' Back explained as if blood was nothing real important or dangerous to be losing. Back than stopped pacing and began to start walking toward the forest.


    'I'm going to go find some chili hot dogs! If anyone wants to come than you better hurry and come!' the weird comment came into sound. Yea that sounded pretty pathetic


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    Male • Darkclan • Medic • Hard • No kill • PM for capture


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    Strangely, chili dog was his favorite treat. The humans in New York sold them in carts. He could sometimes cause enough mayhem to run off with on, a few if he was lucky. The medic smiled and went to follow Back. A taste of home sounded amazing!


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    Back smiled at the arrival of Chance's accompany with him to go raid some humans of there delectable chili hot dogs. No one was going to torture him by taking away his dogs because no one who ever lived to see daylight again came back if they stood between his chili hot dogs and him eating them. The memories of trying it first were amazing! It was like being born again only it felt much greater.


    'Alright than we must find some humans, make them make chili hot dogs, and than we will take them. Simple!' Back explained. Of course it wouldn't be that simple, though Background was in chili hot dog mode which meant there was no awakening him from it until he got what he wanted.


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    [justify][size=8][color=white][font=Georgia]Maverick padded over, a light smile plastered on his maw. "Sounds delicious!" He woofed, having stole a few hot dogs from human children when he lived at the zoo. Oops.


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    'Hey Dull! My pet. You have come to join us! Guess you do have somewhat of common sense in that small hollow head of yours!' Back smiled starting to walk backwards so he could pat the older wolf on the head while he talked and still keep moving. Not to mention it was easier to make eye-contact when you could actually see the clanner you are talking to.


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    Male • Darkclan • Medic • Hard • No kill • PM for capture


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    Chance laughed as the pup [?] tried to explain chili dog taking. "I know what it's like to get dos! I used to do this all the time!" he commented. Chance would lean to stretch his back, it had been years since his last 'robbery'.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 325px; color: black;][justify][size=11px]"You're still hurt!" Daylightkit would flatly find herself pointing out, a frown etching its way onto her lips as she quietly approached. Forget about chili dogs and means of acquiring them, he had gotten himself hurt and nobody seemed particularly interested![/size][/justify]
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    The pup looked over to Daylight in confusement. He had completely somehow forgot the pounding ache in his head and the small prickles of blood rushing down the side of his face. How could someone forget that over a food item?! Well since Back was it was actually possible.


    'Its only a little bit of blood come on! It's not like it is that important or vital.' Back explained to the kit. Of course saying things like that only meant that the injury probably needed some treatment fast, though chili dogs were on this mind meaning that his head problem was probably more on the things to do list. It had been ranked number 10.


    'Now as I was saying before the only thing stopping us from getting complete chili hot dog domination is finding some two-legs...' the canine grumbled as his stomach joined him as well.


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