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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 5:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:21 am
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(No...I got a Tower PC, and I need to rip the guts out of it and upgrade the HELL out of it...and thank you for allowing me to take control of Hughy, it makes it easier to do posts) (Also, I am wanting a pic of Bakher done...is anyone here willing to draw him for me? I am willing to pay well for it if you can.)
Hughy recoiled at the massive creature overhead, and whimpered quietly as emerald eyes gazed down. He'd been a good wolf, he'd done what the Master wanted, but he had failed!
The little wolf almost fainted when the giant, threatening creature looking down on him spoke, calmly, softly. He relaxed a little at the voice- nothing that spoke that nice to him would hurt him, surely. He didn't understand all of what was said, but he understood the words "Master", and he peered up at the giant, creature, and came out from the bush.
He sniffed the air, then the ground, and barked a puppy bark as he found the scent of his master, and ran off, following the scent trail.
Bakher coughed hoarsly as the magic he'd set began to wear off; He'd cast a quick spell over the little wolf to calm him down, and now it was coming back to haunt him. The Little wolf lead him deeper into the forest, and he wondered if the little thing was confused when they reached the site of a battle.
He could see by the wounds in one of the bodies lying in the small clearing that one of the combatants was irrevocably dead; the other was little better off, but at least he was still breathing. The wolf ran over to the living one, and began to lick the unconscious Anthros face, whining with worry.
Bakher carefully snagged the Foxes blood soaked tunic with a careful talon, and rolled him over, revealing the wounds in his side. He examined the wound, and found that, although profuse, none of the blood coming from the wound was the deeper red of arterial blood; he would live, if he could get him someplace were he could be taken care of. The gryphon fisted a foreclaw, and concentrated, then opened his paw and a soft glow came from the palm. He gently placed his hand on the gash, and the bleeding slowed to a stop. He wondered how the Anthro had gotten here, and more to the question, why would he be here, in the Deep Woods, and why had he been attacked?.
He considered his options: he could try to heal the Anthro himself, at the chance of Bakher screwing a spell and causing new injuries, or he could take him back to the others.
it took him no time at all to decide, nor on how he was to get him there- by flying.
Luckily he was wearing a harness easily strong enough to take the weight of the Anthro hanging off it, and he was a strong flier, otherwise they both, him and the unknown human, would have crashed. As it was, flying with the unconscious Fox was extremely tiring
He landed carefully, and gently let the Anthro slip from his shoulders to be gently lowered to the ground as Bakher called for help. The little wolf snarled at him, a creature easily a thousand times his size and weight, as he passed the wounded Fox and waited for the others to come and assist as the Fox bled ; Bakher was NOT looking forward to getting the bloodstains out of his feathers later, but grooming could wait- they had someone to save.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:44 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 10:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 12:12 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:51 pm
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