.:. There is Trouble in the Forest .:. Open

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    And the creatures all have fled.


    That was all he could hear, other than the sound of him panting and his rapid heart beat. He could feel his short, spiky black hair wiping in the wind behind him, sometimes slashing at his eyes. That didn't matter, it was way better than the slashings that the Erasers behind him were going to try and give him. But that ain't gonna happen. He thought, a grin slowly crawling up on his cheeks. He turned to face the Erasers, who were raging soooooooo hard. "GET BACK HERE YOU CHICKEN BONE!!!!" One growled, stepping forward. "Oh you're looking for him? I think I'm looking at him right now." The boy said, his blue eyes flashing. "THAT'S IT!" The Eraser growled, lunging forward. The black hair boy with blue and black goggles on the top dodged and kicked the Eraser in the back, his face slowly getting long and more wolf like. "Bring it." He grinned, his size slowly sinking into a wolf's size.

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    Terrence was watching from a tree waiting for the moment to strike and it had finally come. As the Eraser got back on its feet from the kick of the kid he leaped fromthe tree. As he landed on the ground he raked its face with his claws, they were like the ones that wolverine has. He grimaced in accomplishment at the rage jjust booming of the Eraser, "And there's plenty more where that came from."

    "HIYA!" The wolf woofed, leaping onto the back of one of the Erasers gnawing on it's shoulder as it wiped around look for where he came from.

    Terrence snickered at teh wolf and Eraser. Thisturned out tobe a fun game.

    [align=center]Pretty soon, all the Erasers came charging at the wolf and the other Eraser ready to dog pile on him. As soon as they all leaped into the air, the black wolf did so too, landing behind him. "Wanna get out of here, or what?" He asked in a bored voice, watching an Eraser race towards him with barred teeth, only to hit the air and fall backwards on his back.

    Terrence frowned and narrowed his eyes," Only because I'd rather kill one at a time." He wasn't going to admit that there were too many. An Eraser came at him with wide jaws but was qickly blocked by the wolverine claws and kicked back into its dog pile.

    Terc grimaced once again with a vile wickedness. He'd no idea why this wolf boy was helping him so long as he got his fun the boy seemed ok. The thing he wanted mots though was to find the whitecoats and rip their bodies to shreds. He started the blood bath once again with the upcoming eraser.

    Terrence had his full with the Erasers at the moment and started walking away grinning. Blood everywheres, splattered on him, on his claws on the ground, the thoughts twisting in his head were gruesome, but what would you expect after being put through such torture for the first 13 years of your life.

    He looked back with narrowed eyes,He's not seriously going to join up with me is he?

    The wolf started trotting after the guy, his blue eyes flashing with determination. As he trotted on, he slowly turned back into a boy, about fourteen.


    He had some kind of black trench coat on, with long black jeans. He had a chain on his right arm, and sun goggles hanging down from his neck. He had pale skin, with messy blueish black hair. His way of walking was confident, and strong.


    "So uh, where'd you come from?" He asked, trying to catch up with the guy. It wasn't every day he met someone, much less someone from the same place as him, which was extremely rare.

    "Candy Land,"Terrence replied sarcastically. His walk was confident but uncaring. He had a small frown on his face and his dirty blonde hair was mostly covered up from his hooded black and red jacket. A long terrible scar from the bridge of his nose ended a little more than halfway over his abs. He wore black jeans and around his neck was a scarred imprint of a chain all around.

    "Really?" The boy said with an excited look on his face, shoving his hands in his pockets. "My name's Masaru, what's yours?" He asked, turning his head towards the other guy.


    As he waited for answer, his head went all over the place looking around at the trees and bushes. He was a curious young boy, always up in people's business. He looked down, seeing fairly good sized rock and kicking it to the side making some dust fly up.

    "Terrence, and I was being sarcastic.'"He chuckled a bit. Terrence was starting to like the company Masaru was giving him. That was weird for Terrence.

    I'm changing this to "OPEN" hopefully someone will see this.


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    "Cool, so... What are we gonna do now?" Masaru asked, looking at a bird flying overhead.

    Occ: ok
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    "We? Why we, and I don't know." Terrence shot a look at him as well as a grin.