Wolfs Rain RPG

kaze layed on the ground and growled. blood choked her.

-sees a ship up in the air and finds a way to climb aboard-
(i'm assuming its in the air)

((Yea it is but how would you climb aboard?))

*Cresent heard the growl and carefully poured some more water down Kaze's throat to wash away the blood* there... are you alright now?

( i'll figure somthing out)

((lol, good luck on that))

(i'm beat i went on a "feild trip" and now my feet feel like lead so give me sometime i'll think of it)

((oh that totally is unfair!!! *pouts* we haven't had a feild trip in like 2 months...))

Originally posted by angel_wings2010
((oh that totally is unfair!!! *pouts* we haven't had a feild trip in like 2 months...))

(i'm going to a panter mount, but the indians call it a water spirit mount)

[]lets just say that for a second the ship flew low over the ground, and he jumped onboard it[]

Originally posted by SilentWolf
[]lets just say that for a second the ship flew low over the ground, and he jumped onboard it[]

[]ur very welcome, now good luck with trying to kill that wolf[]

( 😊 )

-lance jumps on the ship and finds crimson and pounces on him biting his neck tearing a peice of skin-

It took Raevynn a while to realize where Lance had gone. He was going to get himself kiled. "Stay here." she said to Cresent and the others. She then took off, running after Lance.

*Crimson howled in pain and kicked Lance off of him. Darcia got out his sword and shouted "Guards kill the creature!!!" His guards came and fired at Lance, one guard managing to shoot his shoulder*

-lands gets up ignoring the pain runs around kills one gaurd at time turns to his human form grab a dead gaurd's sword and keeps moving so he don't get hit-

*the guards shot at Lance again and a bullet hit his throat. Crimson's eyes burned with hatred at the sign of the wolf's blood. He hated to smell his own kind's blood but he was a slave to Darcia. He always had been and he was forced to watch Lance being shot at*

-hits the ground lays motionless-

*Crimson's eyes widened as he heard Darcia snickering. He thought, "That bastard!" but he dared not say anything. He stood there, remaining silent. His nostrills taking in the scent of wolf's blood; his eyes fixed upon Lance's wounded body; and his ears catching every chuckle of amusement Darcia made*