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Date Posted: 18:22:58 07/14/03 Mon
Author: Giga
Author Host/IP: 12.250.185.227
Subject: .bloodshed.
In reply to: Arctic 's message, "Wait Your Turn" on 17:34:47 07/14/03 Mon

OOC: That's what I was gonna say! After this stupid fight is over, I'm deleting these messages! >_<

BIC:

.Blood.

Truthfully, Giga was not asleep, her ears were pricked up as she waited for Clio. It was all sort of like a test for the others -assuming that Clio would not go for her first- to see if they were loyal. Luckily, as Giga had known, Clio obviously would make a long speech about her prowess and the terrible conditon of the pack members and so forth. She was too pompous for anything else.

Rising almost nonchalantly -despite the attempted "reality check" from Mischief and Clio's half-hearted try to make her feel enraged- Giga shook out her ruff, then faced Clio just as Elena was thrown off to the side. Arctic dove in like a bat out of Hell, trying a short-winded attack, then leapt out of the way. This was no way to battle Clio. Giga knew that the timing was right, to attack when her head was high and full of pride, but the moment was a little off.

Protectively standing in an offensive/defensive pose, Giga watched the fray, her green eyes glowing like lanterns on this summer night. Her fur swayed gently in a passing breeze, and her head was slightly lowered so that she could get a better angle of the fight. She was ready to jump in if needed, but for now urged everyone to control their emotions with a crisp growl. Frankly, Giga wasn't taking this seriously at all.

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