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Post by Jason on Jun 14, 2013 18:56:08 GMT -5
A strange male, a new member to the pride, trotted around in circles around a slowly dying fiery bird. He was not sure quite what it was, but he new it was one of a few creatures incredibly sensitive to his potentially toxic presence. Most were at least resistant to his odd aura, but some became sick almost immediately. Youths were more likely to fall prey to his poison than their adult counterpart, thus he steered clear of the queen's cubs. The dominant pair was clever. They would realize that he was making their cubs sick when he was around them. It could spell unwanted disaster for Sardon should the worst happen. He leaned in toward the bird and smiled, radiating his sickness. Slowly, he breathed on it and watched it go into its death throws, spasming and foaming, it's skin changing colors and pupils dilating to an extreme. A delighted giggle arose from him as his idea proved fruitful. However, something in the back of his mind prodded at his conciousness and he leaned down, snapping the bird's neck, preventing further pain. Then he shook his head. Why had he done that? His muzzle wrinkled and he shook the feeling away. "What to do with the body," he mumbled, eyes flitting to the steam near by. A smile appeared on his face. What would this do to the bird. A slender paw flicked forward bird and hooked its claws into the soft flesh. He flung it into the boiling water in a fluid, graceful motion before sauntering over to watch the reaction. "Fascinating!"
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Post by Caylis on Jun 15, 2013 6:04:16 GMT -5
Blue eyes gleamed at this new male with clear interest as he raised a brow. So.. this male could poison his victims with his touch? Quite a fascinating member of La Morte. Might as well get to know him, perhaps be his friend. Influence dropped down from his rock that he usually sat on and padded over to him, though keeping his distance in case he would get poisoned.. but then again he was a pure BloodBeast and he had nine lives.
"Hello there. If you didn't mind I watched your.. experiment. Your ability is purely amazing to my eye, if you didn't mind I was watching what you did to that phoenix.. very fascinating. Oh, I haven't introduced myself. I am Influence, a new member like you." he said with a nod of respect, awaiting a response from this male.
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Post by Reeku on Jun 16, 2013 15:32:56 GMT -5
ZUNDE [/b][/size][/center] The large male had been patrolling inside and around the territory of La Morte. Not by anyone's orders mind you as it's become a daily habit for Zunde to keep himself busy day to day.
An odd scent he couldn't quite place which caused his nose to wrinkle and his eyes to water suddenly hit him as he neared the hot spring that was the main area for the whole pride to gather and rest by. The scent put him into a brief spurt of panic as he could hear the sound of some poor animal screaming in ungodly torture, speeding his pace up to identify what was going on he soon came to realize that it was just a bird's cry of death he had been hearing, though he still didn't know where that horrible stench had come from as he just managed to glimpse the bird as it plopped into the boiling spring.
Gob smacked would be an ideal word to explain Zunde's expression as he just looked at the strange neon green manned creature that had a rather wicked expression on his face as he looked down into the water were the bird had sunk. He was about to ask what the heck was going on before another male intervened rather enthusiastically so Zunde ended up standing a fair distance away from them just staring with his ears plastered forward listening. |
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Post by kahara on Jun 27, 2013 7:53:05 GMT -5
RENO
[/i] Reno said upon approach, looking on toward the others. "What are your thoughts on this?" He asked, curious what the male thought of the others'. Reno had noted the strange way in which the bird had grown sick and how it was, somehow, linked to the newer member of the pride. [/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Jason on Jul 13, 2013 12:46:36 GMT -5
Sardon perked his ears at the approach of another and offered him a slightly deranged grin. "Not exactly an experiment. I knew what was gonna happen, after all." His tail swung back and forth as he watched the bird sit on the surface of the water as it's flesh changed color and its feathers came loose. He looked about for a stick, but could see none. "Not really an ability either, just a side effect of some... Thing I used to do. Don't worry, though. You can touch me. It's like... An aura I have. It can hurt weaker creatures. And I don't have control over it. It's why I avoid cubs and pregnant females." He pranced around at the edge before flopping on the ground and glaring at the dead bird. "I wanna see how it tastes," he mumbled grumpily. But the boiling water may make it so he could not walk right for a while should it land on his paw if he reached in. He would have to leave it be. "I'm Sardon. Nice to meet you, right?"
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