| Subject: . . . B l O o D . . . I s . . . S p I L l E d . . . |
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Date Posted: 12:08:26 05/02/01 Wed
In reply to:
Aphrodite
's message, "The continue" on 06:59:40 05/02/01 Wed
As Aphrodite started towards her FireStorm's monumental paw, and her body turning on her side, knocked Aphrodite. FireStorm regained her composure and circled Aphrodite. Though her left hind leg was minorly broken, she had the endurance.
They circled, sizing each other, FireStorm saw a soft spot. Front legs were very good to break, for if they are broken no wolf can walk. She smirked but kept her attention off the legs. Her first trick was the muzzle. The gift handed to wolves by nature.
FireStorm circled infront of Aphrodite to face each other head to head. FireStorm's tail and ears erect, as her head held regally. Her paws planted firmly in the ground apart for proper balance. She poised herself mentally, physically always poised.
Both didn't do anything, it was a puase very much like an intermission. Both didn't make any advances towards each other, to hurt or kill. They just stood, FireStorm's steely gray eyes showed pure evil. Hatred of the soul. Her teeth enlightened with the taste of red blood. Her fur plastered with red stains of the battle.
She stood there, as the seconds closed in, her mind drifted back to the plan. The plan to end all scores.
FireStorm's claws dug the ground, seconds before a deadly pounce.
A white blur charged at Aphrodite's face, as her jaws forcfully grabbed the muzzel. FireStorm still in the air as the dreadful deed was passed then crashed down. Swinging her head down in the process. Aphrodite's face surged to the hard ground as she hit, full force. FireStorm picked up a crisp crack of the wolf's jaw. Now useless to bite.
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