Friday, September 16, 2005

part two, booyah
The lantern gave the inside of the tent a golden hue which was quite pleasing to the eyes of the seven gathered friends. Thick vegetation outside of the tent stopped the light from giving them away in the dark. A map drawn on animal hide was stretched out on the table in the middle of their loose circle.
“Alright, the canyon is our first obstacle. Two of us can’t make the jump so we have to find a way to get across it. The problem being that to put a bridge, even at the pace we could build one, would allow the scout station to spot us,” said Blanco as he stabbed a finger down onto the map
Winter put her hand up into the air, “I’ve got that down pact..” Feline fangs sparkled slightly in the light when she smiled. Blanco stared at her like he had seen a ghost. “Blanc-man, what’s wrong, Babe?”
“When you put your fangs out while your face is human you remind me of someone very important to me,” he shook his head and went back to the task at hand. “Once you take out the scouts Tyrant and Hoffman will cut down some trees and lay them out like a bridge. They’ll get across that while Saven makes sure no one is watching on the other side. You tanks will meet up with the rest of us in front of the east wall. Obviously where the plants are thickest to hide us.”
Dralock sighed, “Do we have to cover ourselves in flower nectar? I doubt they can smell all that well.”
Eleshia bobbed her head and curled her hair around her finger, “I like the flower nectar, it feels good on my scales.”
“Ok. Once we’re inside the compound I want everyone to just kill as much as possible. The last vampire lord has to come out sometime,” Blanco’s lupine lips curled back as far as they could.

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Leaves part across Winter’s face as twigs crack under her feet. The sunlight barely comes in through the leaves so her dark skin is shadowed even more. Then all of her dark skin becomes her dark, spotted fur in the time it takes her to brush a leaf off of her face. Now she’s running even faster. Scents are coming from all directions, mostly guards with odor problems. Of course their problems will go away when she slits there throats. She makes it to the canyon and nothing jumps across. On the other side, some bushes part as if only a wind was hitting there. The part in the vegetation keeps moving all the way to the wall of the base, and then slides over the wall. On the other side, a paw print is made in the dirt when Winter lands. She smiles. “They all lined up in a row,”she quietly whispers to herself. Every guard there was in perfect formation. All except the one by the siren crystal with a hammer. If broken, the crystal would make a noise loud enough to be heard for a few miles. She’d just have to kill him before he could even swing that hammer. But if he dropped dead right there, someone else would grab the hammer and break it; defeating the purpose of killing the first guard. “I’ll kill the rest first, then him before he knows what happened,” and she started running. Although they couldn’t be seen, her dual knives were sharp. Currently the knives were sliding through the throats of guards like butter, but isn’t that what knives are supposed to do? They started to fall down one after the other. After the first ten hit the ground the other thirty noticed what had happened.
“BREAK THE CRYSTAL!,” was the last thing that particular guard said. Now he has a hole in his back where a knife used to be. The hammer was up and almost made it, but a knife went spiraling through the air and caught him square in the hand. It’s hard to hold a hammer with one hand. He pulled his short sword and got ready to fight.
“I can take you, whoever you are,” and he closed his eyes, and listened. When the first dagger came in low for his knee he actually blocked the shot. And then he waited for the second one. “Have some guts and show me what I’m fighting.” A stripe of visible flesh passed across Winter like a wave. The first thing to be seen was her right hand. Before the band hit her elbow, the guard was swinging at it. The swing never made it. While it was another moment till it could be seen, Winter was smiling as her left hand plunged a knife into the man’s skull. She spun around behind him and let the momentum of the motion pull out the weapon. Three paw prints found the dirt before the body hit the ground.
“Now to deal with these stragglers,” and she turned to fight the rest. They were already cutting each other to pieces and accusing each other of being the attacker. “No matter how many times I see that,” and she was gone.

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Hoffman and Tyrant stood near the tree. “What’s wrong Hoffm-”
“I SMELL LIKE FLOWERS!”
“What’s wrong with tha-”
“I SMELL LIKE FLOWERS!”
Tyrant shifted his weight back and forth, “I like the smell.” Hoffman beamed hate at him and then simply slapped the tree down. He waited for it to fall and then walked across it.

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