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Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..

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Kazan

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Date Posted: 20:27:39 08/29/04 Sun
In reply to: ^ Tony ^ 's message, "^ Deadly Bite ^" on 20:12:08 08/26/04 Thu

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still moving forward slowly almost to slow to be noticed the wolf listens with amusement. the sword along his back shifting very slightly from side to side with the shift of his weight. banner held out stiff behind him as he was no pet and would not wag it for any reason. I hunt immortals for the fun not the food. for you are quite right you taste rather poorly. green optics never wavering from the boys though he felt the surge of power from his spell. a lobe still turned back on the feline while the other held true to the boy. And as for this Dorjan fellow why should I can of what he wishes. He is not my master as he seems to be yours sarcasm dripping from his words at the thought of ever allowing anyone to control him. crania still lowered in attack position he glides forward until he was almost close enough to reach out and touch him with his muzzle. his ebony pelt thick and healthy. his frame well muscled and lean though not undernourished. He needed no help hunting and had many pathetic humans to tear apart if he wished. How could the wolf not be confused by a predator that stood up for the prey it was just not natural, not right. then again most of that the young male was doing was not natural. You being a pet would not understand I guess an almost human like shrug moving through his shoulder.

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^Tony^
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Date Posted: 20:51:00 08/29/04 Sun

^In the blink of an eye Tony was gone and standing over the leopard a smirk on his features. Uh, uh, uh. That was too close wolfie. Now you just might have lost both your prey. He had one hand on the leopard's head ready to get them both out of there. Having not really learned to deal with such outright viciousness he wasn't about to challenge the wolf. For now it was a battle of wits and patience. Pet? Well if that's what you want to call it but I wouldn't say I was Dorjan's pet, more of my mother's. I only met the vamp about oh a week ago. I just figured Dorjan could rip off your head if he got angry enough. Whether you're a killer or not Dorjan'd probably be your equal. I just have respect for the ma - I mean - vampire. Not that I really care what happens to him, he can take care of himself. This guy on the other hand, he's not a fighter as is obvious. You should really try to find someone you can have a real fight with. Me, well if I wanted I could just kill you and never get within thirty feet of you. But I am quiet a bit younger than you. I'll bet your over hmmm four hundred? More? I'm only one fifteen. I know, I know, vampire's arn't suposed to have a heart or to give a shit but then again I'm only a halfling. Seeing as my mother's a witch and my late father was the vamp. Male chuckled slightly eyes level with that of the wolf. He never took them from the other. Though the wolf moved as slow or as fast as he wished Tony's incredibly sharp pools caught every little movement. Dispite his cool demenor, he was tense, tight as a spring ready to snap out of there at a moment's notice. His young yet sharp mind focused on that of the wolves, listening for any slip up in his thoughts, to watch for his next move. I've nothing against you wolf and even respect your inteligence. Yet I never did like stiffs. A cocky smirk flashed over his features. All this a show, all of it put on. The male made certian to block off only the thoughts he wished the other to hear. He checked himself to be sure he didn't over do it either, or else the other may get supiscious. He wasn't afraid yet wished to throw the other off as to how he really felt which was focused, and prepared. By the way, that is a very nice sword.^