Posts by DrakynWyrm

"Hopefully you don't mean me," Foxfrost snorted, amused by the apprentice's eagerness. "Alright. Both of them confirmed this?" While he wouldn't put past it for his son to lie, he had to admit the chances that this was indeed the truth grew if Littlebird were to confirm this as well.

Yep! :)

Oh, and did I ever teach you "Your" vs "You're?" Or was it someone else who had that problem? (It was you or Fallen, I think.)

(Just remember!

((You're = You + Are))

"You're pretty" = "You are pretty."

((Your is possessive))

"Your hair is pretty" = "The hair that belongs to you is pretty."

Easy. :)

Splashy, I love you to death, but something in me re-awoke once I remembered my Grammar Nazi history.

It's not "alot" it's "A lot."

They're two separate words.

liek, plz stup

"Then I'll speak to her." Foxfrost mewed, pushing past to make his way to the Warrior's den.

Away from here, was Natalya's only reply. The snow was melting, but it didn't make the cold any less bitter, or Natalya's tense nerves calm down. Something was out there, something malevolent...
Wait.

With one small motion of his hand, Lupus crept forward. He checked back to see that his teammates were following him. Once satisfied, he made another sharp gesture...

Run! Natalya grabbed Dmitri's sleeve with her mouth, trying to pull her boy away from the ambush.

Muahaha

(Wait, if Duskbound can speak, even if only a little, then she can tell Foxfrost what happened. Could you revise your paragraph, Sam, if it's not too big a deal? ^^;)

There is much booty because I am unashamedly an ass. :3

The hunt was what he lived for.
The challenge, the adrenaline rush.
A hobbling wolf and orphan running through the snow really didn't bring that surge Lupus craved alone. The fact that they had already escaped on their own, and while the circumstances were very different, made him mark them as wily opponents. Somehow, they would have a trick up their sleeve, some way to give them an advantage, Lupus knew it. And he felt his palms tingling in excitement fir whatever challenge they were sure to bring.
So he charged forward, Sword raised and his comrades right behind him.

Satrap didn't run, as it wasn't really his style. He contented himself with watching the chase with beady black eyes.

The visions only grew richer as she left her room. The pain was slowly lifting too, and the tugging sensation lessened the closer she got to what was presumably the source. She could only guess, though the fact that for the first time in her visions she felt pysical pain and that her powers were leading her somewhere were probably pretty good thibgs to base her estimations on.
As she thought, her powers led her to a door. Whatever was inside was sending her these visions for a reason. Could it be the fox she saw? she wondered. It did seem like the right door. Should she even let him lead her to him?

Kohaku, from his self-made prison, felt the girl faltering. In desperation he sent a new load of images to her head, trying to strengthen the psychic bond he was creating. He felt himself growing weakrr each passing second, and knew she must hurry and open the door if he would ever have enough strength to make an exit portal and flee.

(Of course I would. It's true, isn't it? X'D)

(Would have replied sooner had I not gone straight to my friend's house after Church today. My bad!)

"What else did you have in mind?" Lupus was a few paces away from her, standing with shoulders crossed and looking away. To him, it looked like a small cottage parked far away...
Never! As quickly as a snake, Natalya lunged for the she-wolf's throat. You b***h! She meant that last phrase in the most insulting and hateful mannerism she could manage. This she-devil (quite literally, too) intended to bring back all the suffering and torment that nearly killed Dmitri before. This time, Natalya would not fail to protect him. Her powerful jaws locked onto her foe, crushing Lena's life from her as they once had before.
Lupus snapped back to the present, and shouted to Satrap, "Get the Hell over here!"

With one last mental tug, more reassuring than overwhelming this time, Athena was convinced to open the doors...
And Kohaku, free at last, leaped from his portal to the open door. Alarms began blazing. The small fox did not change his visibility, however. He realized that the entire concept was pointless in this container. Now, he would just have to be clever and come up with his own escape route. He knew what to avoid now. He also knew exactly with what kind of fervency he would be pursued.

(Skipping would be a nice thing to do. And let's face it, these guys deserve some rest.)

"Duskbound, stop." Foxfrost commanded her. "Littlebird, wait there." He nodded coolly to the small black and white warrior. "Now," He mewed, his face close to Duskbound and his voice softened. "What happened to you?"

(Like, damn. I'm late. XD)

She had been up all night, reading about her namesakes. Now, Phoenix was dead tired, and nothing could awake her. But she did learn a lot about the legendary firebird, and grew an idea about her powers. How she would be sure of that was another story, however.

Draco groaned, and crawled up from the chair he had slumped in the whole night. No, the others were still there. He grumbled to himself a little, then sighed in defeat.
Well, even if this freakshow was really a reality, at least the monsters hadn't come to attack.

Foxfrost sighed, then turned. His eyes burned with mistrust. "If you remember anything, tell me immediately. Whoever did this may try again."

Lupus took one last glance at Lena, then looked back to the homes in the distance. Someone was there. Zomeone with both immense psychic qualities and suffering. "Satrap!" Lupus turbed suddenly. "Capture the boy. I need to be quick--"
"Where are you going?" Shouted Satrap as Lupus ran past him, not slowing. The dark demon's sword was sheathed, and his visor was down as he ran...
Satrap really didn't care to get involved in battles, but he did have to admit that getting back at the boy and his mutt, after the injury dealt before, was a worthy cause.
As he got closer he was genuinely surprised at how much Lena struggled. "Well," His voice boomed. "I see you're back."

This girl. X'D

Foxfrost lumbered out of the dens, still fuming about something. (Maybe how late I am in posting?)
His pale blue eyes widened in surprise when he saw Coldscar's patrol had returned, with their macabre cargo. "Oh my." He breathed. "She's dead. That's not good..."
Rather than do anything else, his eyes simply darkened in thought. "I'll fetch Stripedstar..."
As much as he found himself disliking the queen, he still was utterly shocked at her dead body laying in the sun. Her fur was shiny and sticking up from the water, and while it was drying, dirt still clung to her fur.
Whiteraven's words still echoed in his head. "Was it StormClan?" He heard her ask.
Foxfrost didn't think so.
Hailstorm and Littlebird where the last ones to ever see her. While Watershine didn't look like she was brutally murdered, Foxfrost knew that it didn't take much to make an "accidental" death happen. They would need Blueheart's analysis on the situation first, though.
All the same, though, he knew that they knew more than what they claimed.
Foxfrost frowned in front of Stripedstar's den, and paused momentarily.
Littlebird looked very distraught for her mother. Was that a lie? Well, then she was certainly an amazing actress, and would have to be more carefully watched. After all, Watershine was abusive and purposefully neglectful, if the scars left by Blizzardstorm meant anything, why should she cry?
Then again, maybe it's like Blizzardstorm said. Foxfrost thought, remembering his past mate. Do I really not understand parental love?
He brushed the thoughts aside. Then there was Hailstorm. Foxfrost knew that Hailstorm probably wouldn't have a hard time killing Watershine, to say the least.
He remembered when Hailstorm publicly called Watershine out for her neglect. At the moment, Foxfrost remembered feeling nothing but pride that his son was standing up for honor and justice. But was he really?
The timing coincided with Duskbound's attack, very neatly, as it seemed.
Foxfrost felt his chest tighten.
I've been a fool.

Foxfrost's face was unreadable as he followed his leader and medicine cat.
It was murder.
And that meant...
"No." Foxfrost mewed ever so softly. "This...No."
His claws sank into the earth, and his teeth bared. "And this is related to Duskbound's attack as well. Stripedstar, I hate to say this..But. I.."
His voice got caught in his throat. He swallowed and tried again. "This is very likely the work of Hailstorm and Littlebird. They know more than what they're saying they do."