A fallen angels grace (Open, disappearance?)

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    The dragon approached Dean quietly and grinned. "Hey man. Ready to see the area?" he asked in his heavy spanish accent. Project respected Dean as an equal and actually didnt mind showing him around. He was generally somewhat anti social but he liked hanging out with him.

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    He nodded and chuckled. "Enthusiastic today senor?" project said with a smile before walking towards the border. "So, this is the border. We will work our way around then inward ok?" he said with a gesture to have Dean follow him.

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    Project trotted along the border giving little facts and did you knows along the way and came upon the disputed territory. "And this, this is the cause of the trouble. With BHR. Everybody fights over this place. Apparantly, it is connected to Starclan." he said before casually drawing a knife and looking around. "Normally, there are other people around but something isnt right. Whatever. Onwards!" he mock shouted and pointed forwards before walking along the border. He loved getting involved in the enemies ordeals but he couldnt risk being recognized and risk an attack.

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    Project shrugged. "No. I guess not. Why worship the dead when we have our lives to live? I mean, a prayer or meditation is fine by me but constantly? No. I would rather fight a demon. Oh wait, been there." he said as he put his knife away. Dean really had good questions but where did he get them?

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    The dragon nodded quietly. "Dont let Spiderstar here that." he said jokingly as a rustling noise was made on the other side of the border. Project drew his knife and started scanning the area for whatever caused it.

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    The dragon was tackled by a big brutish BHR NPC and looked at Dean. "Run! Go! Get out of here. I can handle!" Project shouted before he slashed the brute. He was taken by surprise but he could fight well.

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    Project was slowly being overpowered and grunted as the NPC hit him in the snout. "Dean dammit I said run! Go get help!" he shouted as he kept slashing at the brute. If he was going to be captured or die, he wanted to go down with a fight. "Animale. Sucio animale!" he shouted at his attacker. Project called him a filthy animal and didnt care if he was losing. He was a fighter.

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    The dragon had a big cut on his neck right next to his jugular artery and he was bleeding badly out of the said wound. "Dean, if you keep standing there, you WILL get hurt! Run!" he shouted as he flipped his attacker onto their back and stabbed him in the arm. Project was losing blood quickly and he took his knife out before taking a stance again. "Lets go big guy." he taunted with a grin.

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    The dragons vision was fading as his head hit the ground when the NPC tackled him. Project staggered to his feet and slashed sluggishly at them but missed. The brute then slashed at his face almost gouging his eye out and Project dropped the knife before promptly staggering to his knees and passing out from blood loss. As soon as he hit the ground, the NPC grabbed him by his neck and dragged him over the border into BHR territory. Projects blood made the ground as slippery as plantain peels on ice and there was a trail leading to where he was dragged.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] The sounds of a fight had echoed through out the forest and caught the hunting she-cat's attention. Prey forgotten, she began to lope towards the sounds. Who would fight in the middle of StormClan's territory? It wasn't the rogues was it? The greenv de yes fem wouldn't know until she got there, so she picked up a faster pace, making sure she wouldn't tire herself before she got there.


    Then the sounds of the fight disappeared and she stopped, confused unto what had happened. A cry rang out and her pupils dilated. She knew exactly who it was. "DEAN!" Her own voice rang out, filling her ears with her scream. She took off full speed, wings half raised as if she would take off flying. She crashed into the site and immediately scooped her kit up, eyes darting around for any dang- oh god no. The place stank of Project K and a rogue. And Project K was gone.


    She held her kit closer, eyes looking at the scratched up dirt, squished grass. It could have been Dean. But it was Project K. There really was no win win here, was there?[/justify][/fancypost]
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