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Post by Pete on Oct 1, 2007 21:55:38 GMT -5
((sry pal, your white just like us XD)) He shouldnt have stood up, a warm sensation went up his spine as he took several more bullets. Falling to the ground he returned to his human form. He looked up at the new Jarrod, flashing his wolf like golden eyes before falling unconsious. It seemed namir was long gone... he doubted Jarrod would be able to track the Vampires. It was a bad situation. The moonlight shining on him, he focused on healing his wounds. Mentally pusing the bullets out of his system, he felt again the odd sensation of bullets being taken out. The wounds sealed, keeping him from losing too much blood. The boy curled into a ball, shaking violently, although the wounds may have been healed, his internal organs had gone through a lot of trauma.
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Post by Jarrod on Oct 1, 2007 22:22:35 GMT -5
Just as suddenly as they had attacked, the vampires dissappeared, but not before Jarrod had diminished their ranks by two. Panting, his eyes ran over the scene. Pete lay in the sand, seemingly unconscious, but visibly healing. A shining bullet dropped to the sand, pushing a small pit in the tiny grains. Namir was nowhere in sight; she was gone with the vampires. Closing his eyes, Jarrod lifted his head again, howling to the impassive stars above, twinkling merrily as if nothing bad had happened. His howl was age-old, singing of pain, of loss, of deep sorrow. Soaring to the pitch of the howling winds of a hurricane, he held the howl, drawing it out to vent his loss. Down the beach, lights slowly flicked on, people emerging, some yelling for others to shut up their dogs, for Jarrod's cry was so elemental, so instinctual, that the dogs howled along with him, sharing his pain. Finally he was done, lowering his muzzle sadly to his chest. Picking up Pete in his powerfully thick arms, he trod into the forest, out of sight. No one got left behind; he would find her, no matter what it took.
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