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Post by Setg on Feb 8, 2006 7:35:28 GMT -5
Titus slowly descended the steps of the house, heading to the bluff, and the pool of blood that lay there. As soon as he exited the house, and the wind brought up the scent, he knew the blood was Lycan, and not his. He studied the ground, trying to establish waht had happened. For this much blood, something must have either been here for a while or have bled really heavuily while not moving. Titus was wagering on the former; no lycan would stop and bleed this close to the house, they'd complete the journey and get help. He scented the air to see if he could pick up the scent, but was unsuccessful. in truth his senses were not as acute as in his Garrou form, and it seemed nonsensical to change just to track a blood trail.
The sound of the truck returning from town raised his attention, and he stood to greet the others on their return
(ooc is this RPG still live or are we dumping it?)
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Post by econdha on Feb 8, 2006 11:33:51 GMT -5
OOC: Nah, lets keep going. In fact, let's go find Red. I know he's supposed to run into GG, but GG hasn't been terribly active lately.
IC: Titus was standing near the bluff, his attention apparently directed at what remained of Cyrus' body. "They got Cyrus." Gertrude called to him. She jumped down from the cart with Than behind her.
"Are you going after them? I'd like to come with you. Let me get my equipment." She loped into the house and returned with her handpike and armored leather trenchcoat. She looked at Than, asking if he would accompany them.
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Post by Setg on Feb 8, 2006 11:48:00 GMT -5
Titus winced visibly at the news that they had gotten Cyrus. Cyrus was strong and fast, and now he was dead. The anger welled up and he turned to face Gertude with the first hint of pain and misted eyes. "I don't care about living or dying anymore, i just want to send as many of these God-less sons-of bitches to Hell as possible."
He walked into the house and grabbed his longcoat. His inside pocket blade was missing - presumably Claude didn't manage to retrieve it from the Chupas throat. He made his way to the armoury, and perused the selection there. He settled on a short sword, almost a foot in length. He weighted it and gave it a few swipes for balance. Satisfied with his choice, he made his way back up to the porch where Gertrude was waiting.
(ooc i hate us/uk time zones screwing up rpg's - i'm off home from work now - if my internet is up yet (bastards have taken 22 days to set it up so far, and it's not working) then i'll get on later - if not it's gonna be tomorrow)
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Post by Redeemer on Feb 8, 2006 16:57:54 GMT -5
(I want to push you guys to join my game Katana's Edge.)
Rushing through the woods Pierce was breathing to hard to even hear his thoughts. He didnt know what was happening. He just felt primal instincts an power.
He smelt food and rushed towards it. (Towards you general)As he closes in he is tackled by an unknown beast. The Chupa got up and raised his hand to deliver a fatal blow. It was shocked when its hand was grabbed and it was thrown into a tree, splintering the bark.
Before it could even retaliate Pierce's claws had sunk into its gut, and his fangs had ripped through its throat. It yelped then died with a snap of the neck. Pierce savagly drank the flowing blood.
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Post by Setg on Feb 24, 2006 4:45:58 GMT -5
Titus heard movement somewhere through the bludff. he knew someone else from the RPg was nearby but couldn't quite find them....
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Post by Redeemer on Mar 10, 2006 19:29:06 GMT -5
Hey, im punished, be back in about 2 weeks. At friends now.
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Post by econdha on Mar 23, 2006 23:36:04 GMT -5
Gertrude glanced about the empty moor. She kept sensing presenses, but none ever remained in the vicinity for longer than a moment. She would wait. If they returned, she would be here. Silent in the mist.
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Post by Spooky on Mar 24, 2006 3:53:32 GMT -5
Michael (I forgot my character's name it's been so long) silently waited in the shadows, he noticed that there were two, maybe three others. He would wait for them. For he had already made his act.
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Post by econdha on Mar 26, 2006 18:50:48 GMT -5
The swamp stank with the odor of Chupas. It ignited a sense of rage within Gertrude. The Garrou had fought hard for this territory. They'd driven out the sasquatch and the dire coyotes. Taken this land and made it their own. The filthy little goatsuckers wanted to take that from them.
She leaned her head out from behind a tree, casting silent glances at those few warriors who'd accompanied her. Cyrus's death and the obvious show of disrespect had fueled the fire of their hatred for the intruders. They were approaching the outskirts of what they believed to be the Chupacabra homebase. Soon the battle would begin in earnest.
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