Moneytalks
I just listen... ;)
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Vixen:
"Up ahead there is a big group of meanies
Who have armor like beanie weenies
They're moving fast
Like future to past
Except for Gwen stop them for an hour, pleasies."
As Vixen, Cervantes and Aristus' were riding hard when suddenly the knights and Valdimer froze. They almost collided with the suddenly frozen figures of their fellow riders.
Suddenly the hurricane that Vixen now knew the source of hit. Her horse was startled as was Cervantes and Aristus'.
She managed to control her horse just as she saw the fleeing figures of Gwen, Muffin & Rocky.
"Goddess be DAMNED!" Vixen cursed.
She wasn't happy.
"Damn it Cervantes... can't you keep a leash on him?" She jerked her head towards the rapidly retreating back of Rocky clinging tight to Muffin.
She kicked her horse agressively and her horse whinnied in protest before lunging forward after the retreating trio.
"Come on! I'm not loosing my wages because of a whelp of a girl and snooty princess...!" She yelled over her shoulder at Cervantes as she galloped forward.
Ahead... the trio rode into the forest. Vixen could vaguely scent them as she entered after them but even she realised she needed an added advantage.
"Damn..." she growled leaping off her mare.
She tethered the horse firmly to a tree trunk and crouched on the ground several feet from it. She centered her thoughts inwards... slowing her breathing... feeling that core of herself she hid from the world. She felt the familiar sensation of her skin prickling as fur began to noticably grow. Her body seemed to cave in on itself ... her face elongating horribly ... until a four-footed animal stood where she should have been.
It was true... that Cervantes was a were-hyenna... but due to some odd chemical balance within her own system she appeared more like a fox. Sleek with dark fur... only larger than any fox had a right to be, along with the uncanny ruff of fur down her back that hyenna's had. She howled once... taking the opportunity to inhale the scent she sought.
With and effortless bound she was off... hunting...
"Up ahead there is a big group of meanies
Who have armor like beanie weenies
They're moving fast
Like future to past
Except for Gwen stop them for an hour, pleasies."
As Vixen, Cervantes and Aristus' were riding hard when suddenly the knights and Valdimer froze. They almost collided with the suddenly frozen figures of their fellow riders.
Suddenly the hurricane that Vixen now knew the source of hit. Her horse was startled as was Cervantes and Aristus'.
She managed to control her horse just as she saw the fleeing figures of Gwen, Muffin & Rocky.
"Goddess be DAMNED!" Vixen cursed.
She wasn't happy.
"Damn it Cervantes... can't you keep a leash on him?" She jerked her head towards the rapidly retreating back of Rocky clinging tight to Muffin.
She kicked her horse agressively and her horse whinnied in protest before lunging forward after the retreating trio.
"Come on! I'm not loosing my wages because of a whelp of a girl and snooty princess...!" She yelled over her shoulder at Cervantes as she galloped forward.
Ahead... the trio rode into the forest. Vixen could vaguely scent them as she entered after them but even she realised she needed an added advantage.
"Damn..." she growled leaping off her mare.
She tethered the horse firmly to a tree trunk and crouched on the ground several feet from it. She centered her thoughts inwards... slowing her breathing... feeling that core of herself she hid from the world. She felt the familiar sensation of her skin prickling as fur began to noticably grow. Her body seemed to cave in on itself ... her face elongating horribly ... until a four-footed animal stood where she should have been.
It was true... that Cervantes was a were-hyenna... but due to some odd chemical balance within her own system she appeared more like a fox. Sleek with dark fur... only larger than any fox had a right to be, along with the uncanny ruff of fur down her back that hyenna's had. She howled once... taking the opportunity to inhale the scent she sought.
With and effortless bound she was off... hunting...