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The demon would trot over with a look of disinterest until he realized that this was none other than the exiler's work. They'd get what was coming to them, eventually, they really needed to be taken down a note. 'good luck to ya.' the male thought, maybe they could organize a patrol to get him back.
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//track feel free to take off a leg or two.
Fauzor followed quietly, he didn't resist, all pain he felt, Amelia felt, maybe she'd finally give the body up, who knew. "Do your worst." he challenged with a smirk.
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Fauzor groaned in pain, this only made him so much more determined to challenge her. "Nah." he smirked, passing a glance at Chaos, they didn't seem to care either. How odd, of all the members the exilers could capture, they chose two who could care less.
"First one to cry out looses." he chirped.
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The sword pierced his side, though he only laughed. Wasn't like it was his body he didn't have to worry, he'd already found another suitable one, and on top of that it was uninhabited. "Is that all you got?" he sneered at her, his eyes avid. He could do this all day, but he was sure the girl nagging in the back of his mind would leave soon enough.
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It felt as if only a mere hour had passed since she'd been possessed, while in reality days had already passed her by. She had little to no memory of it all, however she did come to find that the jerk demon had gotten her body captured, to the exiles. She remembered him taunting the exilers and them impaling her body, the feeling of not being able to breathe was not a pleasant one, however her soul had been forced out of her serval form.
It had taken a while but she'd reunited herself with her wolf body, and made it back to the clan, now all she had to do was try to relay the message that not only her but others had been captured along side. The wolf collapsed outside of the camp.
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He could no longer sense the nagging girl's soul at the back of his mind, maybe she finally kicked it. "Aw sweets once you've been tortured in hell, for years seemingly without end, this is child's play." he would say with a completely calm expression only to cough up blood at the end, this feeble body was going to die out soon, pity, he was enjoying this world.
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// she can powerplay kill. rushed
The serval spat in the Exiler's direction, though she was right this body had had it.
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// feel free to powerplay
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Amelia trotted over, this wolf form was taking a little getting used to, might as well break it in right? "I'll take one." she said her tone betraying a somewhat happy emotion. She'd stopped caring about all the other things that bothered her, she almost felt lighter.
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Amelia hadn't seen this power before, the wolf was curious how it worked and if there were any side effects, Amelia had never been really good with powers, she usually had complete control over her telepathy, however rarely did her multiple possessions cooperate. "Nice." was all the wolf would say, optimistically.
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//trackk
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The grey wolf trotted over curiously, she was beginning to see why everyone seemed to hate Flowery.. Ignoring his rude comments she glanced at the wolf, she looked like she'd seen better days that was for sure. "I'm Amelia," she said warmly.
"Can I get you anything, you look like you could use a meal." she asked, her mildly concerned gaze studying the mud covered wolf.
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//trackk
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-tracking intensely-
[ title says it all ]
using #7 thanks!
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Canines (Npc x NPC) ; Litter 1 ; Wolves 6 months
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[justify]name: Tethys
gender: male
age: 6 months
species: wolf
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description; Tethys is a lithe, soft furred, male wolf. He has brilliant green eyes, his fur is spiky in a tousled way, and ranges from red to chestnut with white patches and spots.
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personality; Tethys, well apart from being comparable to a childish jerk is also, sharp-witted and surprisingly serious with specific matters. As he grows more serious he tends to be quieter, only speaking when he feels necessary.
//rushed ;/
the hype is real
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