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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 15, 2010 11:40:31 GMT -5
Nathaniel heard the shouting and a scream and skidded around the corner, huge paws splashing on the ground due to the recent rain. As he caught side of the humaniod shape slumped on the ground, he let out a shocked growl.
The girl had been pushed down a flight of stairs. Bruises covered every inch of her skin and there was a long, deep cut down her bicep that oozed blood, staining a puddle a shocking red. She was unconcious, and her lips were turning a faint blue with cold.
Nathaniel crouched down by the girl, shifted, and tore off a piece of his shirt. He wrapped it around her arm tightly, to make a torquinet, and then, back as a lion, clumsily pushed her onto his back using his paws. As he took off the street, he desparately tried to figure out where the hospital was, before it was too late...
Muse-Cry Me A River
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 15, 2010 15:04:56 GMT -5
OOC: posting from my phone... and would it be cool if zeros character michael joined on our thread? he a Fiona sort of have a thing for each other, then nat and michael could get ina fight because michael trhinks he did that to her...just a thought =P...
BIC:
Fiona lay lifeless on the ground, blood pouring from her arm and various other cuts. She felt herself be picked up, but by who she hadn't a clue. She felt fear run throughout her painful, limp body. Then she thought of Michael. The only one who knew her for who she really was.
Fiona wanted to wake up, but she didn't have any strength left in her to do so. Her body wanted and needed rest whether she wanted it too or not.
Fiona's head turned as she tried to wake up. She finally decided to stop fighting her own mind, body, and spirit and just gave up. She went into a full,deep sleep and she couldn't feel anything at all. She was still alive though....barely alive.
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 15, 2010 16:55:49 GMT -5
OOC: Good idea. It would be kinda funny almost....
Nat felt the girl stir faintly on his back, but he merely narrowed his eyes and continued his steady running pace. There was no-one out at this time so he made no effort to hide himself. He rounded the corner of a dark alleyway and stopped when he caught sight of a man standing in the alleyway. He couldn't see his features due to the shadows, so he tensed his muscles and stared straight at him, lashing his tail in impatience. He was so close to the hospital, he didn't have time to stall.
He steathily moved forward, then roared, a roar that shook the metal railings of a disused fire exit and showed the bumor whoever he was that he was a very angry lion with a very short amount of patience to spare
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Post by Zero on Mar 15, 2010 18:17:01 GMT -5
Michael looked at the stranger, caring a limp, looked like dead body. The body smelt of blood, and oozed of a little of it too. But this smell was different, it smelt familiar....Fi...? The shifter took a step forward at the lion. This should be right...
Micheal narrowed his eyes at the lion, giving it a series death glare. He looked up at the body, and noticed it Was Fi. Anger flooded thought the troubled teen, and he growl slightly. Had this monster tried to kill her? His his looked red, and he did the only thing he knew he could do to fight.
A spine shivering hiss sounded the area, and his body grew smaller, hairier. His His eyes grew more stranger. His body shifted, and steam went everywhere. Another hiss came out. The world grew silent, and not a couple of paces away from the lion, was a wolverine.
The beast hurtled itself toward the lion, a terrible scream releasing from its mouth, and its claws extended.
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Post by wolflegend on Mar 15, 2010 18:30:25 GMT -5
Fiona made herself wake up for a few seconds. She felt herself fall off the thing that was carrying her, what eveer that thing be. "M-Michael?" She asked to no one in particular. Tears streemed down her face as she reached out for Michael. "Michael, dont hurt him. He found me....." She said as she dropped to the ground and fell back into the deep sleep and didn't wake up again. She fell to the ground like a dead weight tied to a boulder that was tied to the world and then gravity stopped working. She fell with a thunp.
She was now twisted on her stomach, her hand up by her face. Her porclain skin grew paler as she started to lose more blood. Faster and faster.
Fiona wanted to wake back up, but she couldn't even find her own mind and tell it to. She had gone three days with out sleep and was tired. Her body would not let her wake up, let alone her own mind.
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