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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 13:38:17 GMT -5
Flipping the blade around and extending it to her hilt first, he kept looking into her eyes. Jarrod could feel her in his mind; could see her amazing eyes begin to soften from their dangerous, guarded beauty into something softer. He saw she was upset, hurt, and angry at him. "I'm sorry, so so sorry," he whispered, "I am a fool for not going after you the second you began to run." Drawing a bit closer, still locked in a deep stare with her, he gently extended a hand and brushed the back of his palm against her soft, smooth skin.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 1, 2007 19:38:58 GMT -5
Namir grabbed the knife and slowly lowered it, slipping it into a sheathe in her pocket. She heard Jarrod apologize to her, and her and she practically melted at his words. "You are forgiven." she whispered. Feeling the smooth of his hand across her cheek she closed her eyes, taking in the scent of salt and sand on his hands. Namir tenderly reached up with her finger tips and traced his forearm gently. "If you let me leave again," she said, the calm of her nerves settling more, purring at the sensation of Jarrod's touch, "or if you leave, it better be for good reason."
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 19:47:34 GMT -5
"Good," he whispered, grinning softly down at her, "and I don't think there's any good reason to leave now." Jarrod cupped both of his hands around her perfect face and leaned down, brushing her lips with his. Opening his sea-green eyes, he gazed back at her softly. YO HO, Blow the man doooooown! sang a loud, obnoxious voice from the canopy. With a flutter of wings, Marvin landed on top of Namir's head, tipping over and looking at her upside down.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 1, 2007 19:57:02 GMT -5
Namir glared at the sound.. Marvin..she let a low growl rumble from her chest like a motorcycle way out in the distance. Play nice, she thought to herself. Namir never took a liking to birds, really, she'd deal with anything accept crabs, sharks, and birds, and the latter she was obviously going to have to get used to. In a friendly gesture, she reached up with a curled knuckle and stroked the feathers on the side of his head soothingly. Please don't bite me, she prayed. Namir glanced back at Jarrod nervously, "I need a peace offering I think," she looked back up at Marvin on her head, "Got a nut?" Another thought just hit her mind, "He's not going to crap in my hair is he?" she asked warily.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 20:07:31 GMT -5
Marvin ruffled his feathers, gently tugging on a curl by her forehead. Looking into her eyes, he turned his head one way, then the other, his black eyes ringed with white. Jarrod laughed, a low rumbling chuckle, and said, "No, I trained him not to. No worries, he's clean." Then he slipped her an almond, amused at the sight the pair made. The brilliant blue bird contrasted sharply with the dark curls of Namir, offsetting her eyes. "You look good like that," he observed, "You should do that more often."
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Post by Pete on Oct 1, 2007 20:17:25 GMT -5
He guessed it might have been a little bit awkward, the two of 'em spilling their guts out, with Pete just kinda standing there. Well Namir, its about that time. I'll just leave you two lovebirds to yourselves. He chuckled, the leaves rustling as he dissapeared into the night. He sat in a nearby tree, watching Namir and Jarrod. He was happy for them, but then again it wouldnt bother him at all if Jarrod got hit by a meteor. Actually, any freak accident would have done the trick. Jarrod seemed like a nice enough guy, it was almost difficult to hate him. He hated how Jarrod treated him like a child. Hated how they forgot he existed. Hated that he took Namir from him. His jaw muscles tightening, he ripped through the forest and onto the beach. He walked to the pier and climbed up, sitting on the edge as he tossed pebbles into the sea.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 1, 2007 20:18:19 GMT -5
Namir slipped the almond up to the bird. She blushed at Jarrod's comment, "Thank you." She took her two fingers sliding it under his feet and shifted him to her shoulder. "That's better, now I'm not so concerned." she smiled gently. She nudged Pete, "You should get one of these." She surfed through Jarrod's mind, seeing a naked bird in the bottom of an insulated box under a heat lamp, squawking sweetly up at a boyish faced Jarrod. "Your memories of baby Marvin are quite touching." she smiled. "I promise I'll stop, its just really sweet to see what all this." she said stroking his muscular arm tenderly.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 20:25:47 GMT -5
He covered his head playfully with his hands, acting as if that would stop her from seeing his memories. "Not fair!" he groaned, "I think that's abusing your powers! And don't call guy things 'sweet'! We don't like it! Wouldn't you say so, Pete?" But Pete was nowhere to be seen. "Pete?" he said again. Scanning the forest, he could see no signs of the blonde-headed boy. "Any ideas where he went?" he asked Namir, a bit of concern in his eyes, "I think he's probably a bit upset."
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 1, 2007 20:36:16 GMT -5
"Of course he's upset." she stated. "You're stealing my time. I've only ever been with him since I was turned, now its like you're taking over his position as my protector in a way." She glanced out at the woods with a worried expression. "I don't think he left, for good. I think he's just trying to give us some time together. You can only be a third wheel for so long, love." I'm sorry, Pete. You really haven't gone have you? she projected to him, wherever he was. "Come on," she said offering her hand out to Jarrod, "Lets go look for him."
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 20:43:54 GMT -5
As he had figured. Guys could be very possessive, especially of girls, from what he observed. He had lost count of the times he had broken up fights on the beach while a screaming bikini-clad girl stood nearby. "I hope he didn't," Jarrod confided, "I was sort of starting to feel like I had almost made a friend. But since we've been around each other, he probably feels left out. He's probably missing his girl, too. Ever met her?" he asked curiously. She must be something special if Pete liked her so much. Taking her hand, he began to walk with her, eyes alert for Pete.
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Post by Pete on Oct 1, 2007 21:00:23 GMT -5
He finally ran out of things to throw, mentally sighing he walked down the beach. Something was odd, he just couldnt put his finger on it. He noticed it at first back in the woods, almost like they were being watched. Watched... "Oh my god..." Digging his heels into the soft sand he sprinted back along the beach, heading towards the forest. Dashing past trees he kept alert, eyes and ears straining for any signs of Namir or Jarrod. Breaking through into a clearing he saw them, walking hand in hand. "GET DOWN!" He yelled at them as the Vampires lunged out from the trees, one grabbing ahold of Namir and dissapearing, another raising his shotgun towards Jarrod. Bang! The shrapnel headed towards Jarrod would most likely kill him. Just as quickly as the gun was fired, the projectiles had found their mark. Looking down at Jarrod, a bit of blood dripping from his chin was Pete, blood quickly soaking his white fur. "GO! Get-- Namir!"
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 1, 2007 21:16:53 GMT -5
Namir heard the hard panting breaths coming closer. She stopped mid step and listened harder. "Something's wrong." she could hear the panic in the breath. She and Jarrod had reached the clearing of the forest, where the sand mingled against the leaves and sand. In slow motion she saw Pete, her heart leaping, and heard him yell, but didn't have time to react, she was swooped up, the ground disappearing from beneath her feet. Instinctively she looked up, recognizing the dank musty smell of death, she was being lifted by none other than a vampire. Her brain shut down, all she could do was scream, and not even on the outside, her voice was trapped. Desperately she looked down, searching for a white lightening burst of ravenous fur to burst into the air and attack her assailant. There was none to be found. Where was Pete? She searched the ground even more thoroughly, another vampire stood behind Jarrod, her eyes widened with fear. But then, her eyes fell on the most horrible terrifying sight, Pete lying on the ground, a pool of blood forming. It was up to Jarrod..
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 21:21:19 GMT -5
A shadow shifted to the side of him, unnerving him a bit. The fine hairs on the back of his neck rose, warning him that something was wrong. "Namir...." he started to say. Suddenly, multiple things happened at one time. First, Pete came bursting out of nowhere, commanding them to get down. Before they could react, a group of somethings burst out of the treeline. And the somethings had guns. One grabbed Namir, causing him to stop in shock as the un-man dissappeared. It was then that Jarrod realized they were dealing with vampires. As if in slow motion, he saw the vampire raise the gun, putting him in its sights. With a loud crack, the bullets raced towards him. Bracing himself for the impact, he closed his eyes and waited for whatever death would be like. But death did not come. Pete came instead, taking the bullets for him. His white form quickly stained with red, blood in dark streaks down his chest. "I can't do it as a human!" he yelled back, "Bite me!" Holding his arm out, he knew this was the only choice to save Namir.
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Post by Pete on Oct 1, 2007 21:29:56 GMT -5
((lol dont forget the ever important massive transformation post XD)) Holding out his arm... how funny. Laying in a pool of his own blood he scissor kicked the legs out from beneath one of the assailants. Crawling over to Jarrod he opened his mouth, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight as they punctured Jarrods left leg. The fight was just beginning it seemed. Pete lay there, willing his body to heal, the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. This would not be fun, he had to hold them off until Jarrod's turning was complete. Breathing heavily he spat out a mouthful of blood, kneeling, then with a little help form a nearby tree, standing up. The Vampires circling in.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 21:43:11 GMT -5
((No worries, I've got it covered))
Jarrod automatically recoiled in pain as he felt the sharp teeth of a wolf penetrate his leg. He began to feel....different. More wild, more powerful. Growling, he held his head in his hands, something like a wave of fire and ice running through his muscular frame. He felt bluntly tipped claws growing out his fingers, his hands themselves becoming larger, covered in a thick layer of hair. His chest swelled, becoming thicker, more rounded, his heart beating furiously as he transformed. His arms rippled with thick muscles covered in a coat of fur shimmering as white as artic ice, his legs extending as he grew, ending in massive wolf paws that sunk into the sand and left giant tracks. If he had been wearing a shirt, it would have ripped off, because he now stood at a massive nine feet tall, a pure white werewolf blazing with righteous fury. He gnashed his razor-sharp teeth, his ears pinning back against his head. Lifting his black lips in a snarl, his now brown eyes glared out at the vampires, filled with murderous intent. Swishing his thick tail, he raised his pointed muzzle to the night sky and howled; a deep howl of retribution and anger, curling his hands into claws. Then he turned and grabbed the nearest vampire, ripping the head off in one motion with a cavernous roar. The black blood spattered over his forearms, contrasting darkly against his snow white fur, and he bared his teeth in a wolfish imitation of a grin, eyes alight with battlefire. "I'm coming, Namir!" he growled to the heavens, his voice deep and dangerous.
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