Post by kaseyburns on Dec 2, 2007 19:37:31 GMT -5
Hello! My name is { .Samantha !
I am { .16.
I have been roleplaying for { .Err, three years maybe?. , and here is a sample post of mine.
Sample: R E D liquid oozed from the gash right under his chest, he hadn't noticed it until now when he went to move to the side. He had felt a strong sting and then aching pain, discovering that the Malinois bastard had decided to attack while he was attacking him. Drug clenched his teeth together tightly, trying to rid the pain that came over him. Not once in his life was he hurt so badly, but he never fought a canine in his life, this was his first time. He play fought as a pup, but he only got bruises and tiny scrapes in scraps like those, this was for real. The German Shepherd mix stood square, neck arched slightly as he glowered at the Malinois he had just wounded. He watched as the red liquid known as blood oozed from the wound on his shoulder. Perhaps he didn't get it where he wanted, but he did wound the dog pretty badly. Inflicting pain upon another wasn't really his thing, but now that adrenaline was pumping through his veins, it was his thing. Drug had one more attack to go and the Malinois had two, he was going to attack him soon, he knew it, so he had to ready himself for any sort of pain that may come upon him. He was already wounded in his stomach which would cause him pain when he moved, but he had to keep going, he wanted to the Rebellion, it was meant for him. Drug clenched his jaws together, stepping to the side slightly to see how his wound felt when he moved, well, it didn't feel too great. Drug nearly whimpered but he kept himself from doing so, he wouldn't want to whimper in pain in front of his opponent, now would he? He watched the Malinois closely, his dark amber eyes narrowed and his teeth bared, he was ready for anything, bring it on. I'm not afraid of what you'll do to me, but I won't underestimate you, for that would be foolish. I know you could do many things to me, but I won't let you. He said that over and over in his head as he glared at the brute, eyes twinkling deviously with rage and envy. His whole life Drug had envied whoever had the position of alpha of the Rebellion, and not only that, he had a slight disliking towards them as well. That was all because of jealousy, pure jealousy. He was never the kind of dog that wanted to join a pack and be so loyal, so trustworthy, and so respectful towards his alpha or alphess, instead he always wanted to be the alpha. Finally he had come of age and he decided he should challenge for the Rebellion, and that decision brought us here. There he stood, face to face with Apollo and he still didn't regret his decision.
S U D D E N L Y the Malinois struck forward, shocking Drug in a way, causing him to bring his head up even more and plant his feet firmly in the ground. He was bracing for impact, but yet the Malinois didn't topple over him, instead he came to an abrupt halt beside him, but then he felt his body pressed against his as he lunged for his throat. Drug threw the front part of his body into the air causing Apollo's teeth to catch his leg. Oh great, he better not break it. The German Shepherd mix fought to get out of his grip, his sight was all blurry thanks to the pounding rain. Mud splashed all around him, dirtying him up as he struggled to escape from the Malinois' vicious grip. Drug let out a loud growl, turning his face towards Apollo, his jaws agape and he glared at him furiously, there was nothing but hate and fury in his eyes. There was no fear, no cockiness, no spunkiness, just fury and hate. The dog jumped into the air as much as he could with the weight of the Malinois weighing him down, his left foreleg was now slightly numb and he needed to get it out of Apollo's mouth. He flung his back legs towards Apollo's stomach, attempting to run his back claws down his stomach. As he tried, his own blood from his wound on his stomach splattered all over his chest. Drug managed to escape from Apollo's grip, making him tumbled on the ground getting soaked with mud. Drug clenched his teeth together as he took a glance at his leg, he was lucky that Apollo didn't break his bone, but he almost did. Blood oozed from the deep cut, he was pretty sure it went nearly all the way down to his bone, he would surely get a scar from this wound. He snorted, trying to rid the mud from his nostrils. The sticky brown substance didn't really help his wounds much, in fact that stung them and caused him to wince with pain. But he had to be tough and ignore them; he had to finish this fight. This was his last attack and Apollo had one more, this fight was nearly over with. With that thought in his head it made him even more anxious and excited than he was before, he had no idea who the winner was going to be, but he hoped it was him.
H E picked his muddy up from the muddy ground, shaking his pelt causing mud and blood to splatter every where. As he lanced forward he could feel his wounds crying in protest, but he wasn't going to stop, not when the fight was almost over, that'd just waste all of the effort he put into the fight already. His breathing was unsteady and his heart was racing, it was all he could hear and it was rather annoying. He squinted slightly as he watched the Malinois dog, sides heaving up and down as he readied himself to attack. He tried to let all the adrenaline that was quickly taken out of him rush back into his veins, though not all of it rushed through him like it did before. He was tiring and he knew it, but that wasn't going to stop him, it never did before, why should it now? Drug took a deep breath, eyes focusing upon the Malinois, looking for yet another one of his weak spots, and as his eyes scanned the dog's body, a sneer appeared upon his muzzle, but soon got wiped off. He got the right attack, and it was a crucially painful attack and would most likely crush his reputation or would cause rumors to be spread. Drug stood up tall, eyes widening as he glared at the body part on the Malinois that he wanted to attack. Sneering yet again, the dog whooshed forward, trying to keep his balance on the muddy ground. He made sure he tumbled on to his side when he was a foot away from his target. The mud on the ground caused him to slide right under the Malinois, and while passing underneath the dog attempted to grab Apollo's testicles, he brought his forelegs up and aimed for the Malinois' stomach, hoping to cause a big gash as he tried to run his nails along the dog's underside. But most importantly he wanted to hurt this dog's pride. He thrashed his head from side to side, hoping he got a good grip of Apollo's balls, if Drug lost this fight; he'd at least cause Apollo a lot of embarrassment if he was unable to have children ever again. Though he would most likely dodge this attack, hopefully he'd be able to get another body part. Drug squeezed his jaws tight and tugged back as he picked himself up, after one last tug he let go of whatever he was holding, hopefully it would be Apollo's testicles.
D R U G bounced back, stepping quickly away from Apollo, his eyes wide and his blood pumping with adrenaline. Mud caked his legs and underside, which wasn't very good for his wounds; they'd surely get infected if he didn't wash them out soon. Well, this fight was almost over, he could always wash himself off in the creek whether he won or lost, though most likely Apollo would try to chase him out before he even reached the creek if he lost, but if he won, he was the one who had to chase Apollo out, unless he wished to stay in the pack with his family. Oh wait, if Drug lost, he'd be a slave, he had totally forgotten about that, so he'd get a chance to wash his wounds out either way. But the German Shepherd mix wasn't planning on losing, he was planning on winning, and if Apollo didn't want to stay with his family, he would happily chase him out of Moss Creek. Drug stood there, bracing for the impact of the Malinois' last attack, the rain beat down upon his pelt washing some of the mud off of him, and he thanked the rain for that. Thunder boomed in the distance and the lightning lit up the sky causing Drug to wince slightly, he wasn't used to the light, therefore it hurt his eyes. The dog stepped back a bit more, his feet firmly planted in the ground as he started daringly at his opponent. Come and get me.
{ .KASEY BURNS. }
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