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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 18:31:59 GMT -5
The jackal smiled a little, hugging Sinatra again. "Hehe, so quick to jump into my pants again, are we?" He turned and faced Sin, pulling the fox close, but stopped, seeing movement behind the fox. It looked like someone huddled over. He let Sinatra go and neared the figure. "Hey," he called, but the figure didn't respond. As he got closer, Shavo could see that the figure was a Furre, a thin male jaguar. "You alright?" he called again.
This time, the jaguar lookes up at Shavo, his sunken eyes filled with blind rage. The Furre screeched and lunged at Shavo, pinning and clawing into his neck. The jackal frantically reached for the hand gun and fired three rounds into the jaguar. the furre grew silent, falling over with a final groan. Shavo quickly scrambled to his feet, holding his neck, his breath quick and shallow, heart racing. He swallowed hard, keeping his weapon at the jaguar's head.
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Post by sinatra on Nov 13, 2009 18:44:12 GMT -5
Sinatra's face beamed and he gave Shavo a goofy grin, kissing his nose. "Mm, you know it Sha-va" He giggled at the sudden nickname. Shavo suddenly looked past the fox, and when the hybrid pulled away, Sinatra pouted and turned to see what had his attention. "Sh-Shavo! Uh, I wouldn't go near him... he doesn't look saf-" He was interrupted by a sudden screech. The fox screamed and fell on his rear, cringing with each bang of the gun. When it was all over, the Sin crawled over to his boyfriend and looked over him. "Let's get out of here... It's too dangerous..." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 19:11:25 GMT -5
Shavo's lavender eyes never left the jaguar, even as more shrieks filled the cold night air. The jackal stood, shaking badly. He pulled his hand away from his throat, and felt a little light-headed. He quickly clapped his hand back on his throat. "He nicked a vein, Sin. I'm gonna bleed out soon if we don't get out of here." He grabbed Sin's arm with his free hand and started running, the shrieks growing louder...
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Post by sinatra on Nov 13, 2009 19:25:27 GMT -5
Sinatra whimpered at the cut, and he ran with Shavo, trying to ignore the screams. He could hear them get closer, and when he looked behind him he saw a few break through the trees. "Oh shit!" He started to run faster, panting as they neared the fence. He jumped up onto it, and climbled onto the top, helping Shavo up. He grunted as he landed on the other side. He screamed loudly as the... things, crashed onto the other side, clawing at the fox and jackal. "Oh my god!" He hugged himself to Shavo and suddenly remembered the cut. Taking his t-shirt off, he ripped it into a long strip and tied it tightly around his love's neck. "There..." He whimpered and pulled them away from the fence. "That should last a while... At least stem the blood flow." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 13, 2009 23:44:01 GMT -5
Sin's makeshift torniquen helped a lot, but it did not fully stop the bleeding. The jackal winced as he sat up, feeling a little weak. "I think we're in trouble, Sin... I'm bleeding to death, and I know you can't fight against something like... them," he said, nodding at the frenzied furres bashing their bodies against the fence. These furres... they weren't normal. Shavo's hackles stood on end, not able to look away. They needed to get out.
"...We gotta keep moving, otherwise they're going to pin us down," he said rising on unsteady legs, taking Sinatra's hand and leading them away from the fence. They weren't out of danger yet...
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Post by sinatra on Nov 14, 2009 22:16:34 GMT -5
Taking hold of Shavo, he huddled close to the larger fur, holding him and making sure the makeshift bandage was holding tight as they made their way back to the café. "I-if we run, we should get there faster..." He sniffled and wiped his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his coat. "We'll be okay Shavo. Don't worry!" |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Nov 17, 2009 21:56:48 GMT -5
"I'm not worried..." the jackal said, sounding winded, and maybe even a little defensive. He shook himself alert. He soon realized it wasn't his vision that was blurry, but the incredibly thick fog hanging over the area. His hackles stood on end as he started to look around. Back in the direction he thought was the way they came, was deathly silent, no shrieks from the pack of demented Furres. Almost like they were never there. Now, Shavo began to get worried...
For once in his life, the untouchable, care free, laid back Shavo Silverton was now a bleeding, worried and tense wreck. Coming into this place was really starting to become a bad idea... "I-I think we're lost..."
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Post by sinatra on Dec 2, 2009 18:06:00 GMT -5
"You're not worried...?" he asked, more to himself than Shavo. Well I sure as hell am... he thought to himself. Licking his lips, he checked behind, in front and side to side of the two furres. Nothing was visible and it was starting to creep Sinatra out. "This is like something out of a horror movie," he mumbled quietly. He stepped on a twig, just as his boyfriend declared they were lost. A very girlish shreak pierced the cool night air silence and he blushed heavily, looking to the ground. "Sorry... Er, but yeah... I don't like lost..." Out of his jeans he pulled out a very expensive looking cell phone and checked for the time but saw it was dead. "Damnit...." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 3, 2009 18:03:36 GMT -5
Shavo leaned up against a wall, tightening the shirt around his neck, causing him to wheeze a little. At the moment, he found it better than bleeding out. He straightened up and started walking with the fox. "Sin?" he said, panting slightly. "If... If I start to slow you down, I want you to go on ahead. Take my gun and knife and run," he said, slipping the knuckle duster off his hand and onto the fox’s. A bit of blood was on the blade, most likely from when Shavo was attacked. “I‘m pretty much useless if I can‘t even stand straight…” |
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