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Lucifer
May 11, 2009 21:41:26 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on May 11, 2009 21:41:26 GMT -5
[Sorry those who know about this. Had to break the ice]
He breathed again as the burnings on his neck saw no cease in its onslaught of anguish. He knew of no other pain. His throat gasped and cried as it continued to breath earth and sought for air. Balling his burly paw into a fist, he punched the coffin with all his might. Albeit a weak one, it was still made of its fine hickory of the town he would burn to hell. One town, to the next. To the next. And to the next. He continued his punches as he heard crude shoveling above him. He grinned an evil smirk as the shoveling continued and he fought this way from Hell's Gates to the damned dusts of Earth. He continued to grin. Pushing his way to life's breath. The Herculean husky breathed immediatly before looking at his sibling who had so forsaw his fall and rise. He would kiss her cheek before taking the water sack from her horse and gracefully drinking it, letting the drips of water find his chest from his mouth to his chin to his neck and there after. Then his gaze immediatly turned to the guns on the saddle. His guns. He grasped the two black .45 Colts. They were no peacemakers. The engraved guns wrote in their devilish writings: Sorrow, the other, Anguish. He cackled and looked for the others. Widower, the Winchest shotgun was then holstered. But his eyes immediatly grew onto his prized gun. Tombstone. The Quadruple barreled Howdah pistol gleamed agony for those who were on the other side of the barrel. Loading a shell he saw off the distance. A cloaked figure that held the reins of another horse. Though he saw no face, he knew what the other had been thinking. It was damned known that he regretted the decision. Old Grim would learn to understand, the Husky thought. With that He drew onto the next town, grinning all the way there.
As they stopped at a small town of shacks and a few stores, he'd go into the gunsmith and immediatly ask for shells. Only to load his Howdah and point it directly at the shopkeeper and blowing the large bullet into the skull of the bunny. No law there. He went on and seized what he needed. A few shells here and there. No others guns obtained for they were obsolete to him. He only needed his death dealers. Wiping his hands onto the apron of the shopkeeper, he'd open the bottle of whiskey he had stolen from the now deceased rabbit and spit the cork onto the dust. Downing a few gulps, he'd toss a map to his sister and ask loudly, "Where's the next town sis?"
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Lucifer
May 13, 2009 2:48:59 GMT -5
Post by endymien on May 13, 2009 2:48:59 GMT -5
[ Evilness. <3]
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Lucifer
May 13, 2009 6:44:26 GMT -5
Post by Yarla on May 13, 2009 6:44:26 GMT -5
[IceIceBaby]
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Lucifer
May 13, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on May 13, 2009 16:40:43 GMT -5
Next post fer you, Lily.
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Lucifer
May 14, 2009 7:28:08 GMT -5
Post by Yarla on May 14, 2009 7:28:08 GMT -5
The map was caught with ease and grace, dainty, but toned arms flexing with delicate danger. Canine ears, cropped and pierced, perked forward as the expression of sheer tedium crossed her extravagant features. Yes she had foreseen the rising of her sibling, so why hadn’t she thought to bring a bit more, supplies for two maybe? She sighed, exasperation and possibly irritation gracing her visage.
The sleek, silky brown wolf femme faces her brother, locks cascading seductively over one eye, fingers dancing down her vest, to the edge of leather pants that hooked and hugged each and every delirious camber and arc. She then tosses her mass of lengthy locks and tassels, the fixes her discerning eye on her brother. Speaking in low sultry tones she addresses him with playful distaste. “What, no Hello? How have you been? Fine, well I am just fine…” She chuckles; he had always been the eager one, even when they were younger…it was always go go go. Well hell, they would go then.
Lucid brown eyes scan the map, lucky for him; she had already plotted and coordinated the location. Fingers glided along the paper, nose to the printing, her finger stops, then trails a little circle about the target. “Due north, about a couple days ride with rest, it’s a dinky little hell hole of a town, way I see it we could raise a lot of hell there and not get into any law…” She smirks, sure she figured he’d want to do a little blood run when he came back. She struts over and snatches the whisky from his paws, takes a swig and drapes herself over him. “So what do you want to do?” She murrs out, knowing the answers already. Her horse whinnies and she laughs. “Do it quick, my horse doesn’t like sitting still for long…you know that…”
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Lucifer
May 14, 2009 17:03:58 GMT -5
Post by endymien on May 14, 2009 17:03:58 GMT -5
[ : O And she's a hottie.]
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Cage Oukami
Greenhorn
The way I see it, I AM the justice around here.
Posts: 21
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Lucifer
May 14, 2009 20:57:44 GMT -5
Post by Cage Oukami on May 14, 2009 20:57:44 GMT -5
[Lawl! x3]
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Lucifer
May 19, 2009 15:08:07 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on May 19, 2009 15:08:07 GMT -5
A grasp towards the bottle was made after she took a swig. He'd smile at her and would say, "Age before beauty." to his younger sister and would take a large gulp from the bottle. He'd take a glance over the map and would smile. Facing his sister, he'd grin evilly and grab her by the collar of her shirt, throwing herself against him. Grabing the sibling by the back, he'd say within an inch of their faces touching, "Seven months in a barred jail, I think I know what I want to do." His hand would lower to her shirt tail and would rip the cloth from the shirt before taking another large gulp of the illicit moonshine.
Stuffing the cloth in the neck, he'd take a strike anywhere match from his pocket, igniting it with his teeth. His glare glistened at the now lighted molotov as he smiled, cackling with the lust of a fiery passion to destroy and kill, the other sin would have to be saved for later. His steps brought him closer to the jailhouse that the shack piss hole town they were in had. Bringing the bottle of liquid fire back, he'd throw it into the barred window, igniting the place of fire. The several gunslingers that had stepped out of the jail just in time came in contact with hot lead, right into their chests.
His paw darted for the Howdah just in time to unleash a large .50 caliber bullet into the chest of another ordinater. Walking towards his sister, he'd chuckle loudly before asking, "What's this Little Hell Hole called?" But a sound caught his pierced ear, a gun went off in the distance, A large hatted figure carrying a large cross.
The Husky's face smirked, "I like that hat..."
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Lucifer
Jul 7, 2009 21:27:06 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on Jul 7, 2009 21:27:06 GMT -5
[Because I has a virus. I will forum role play my Lucien Character.]
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Lucifer
Jul 12, 2009 21:27:44 GMT -5
Post by endymien on Jul 12, 2009 21:27:44 GMT -5
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Lucifer
Jul 28, 2009 12:33:38 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on Jul 28, 2009 12:33:38 GMT -5
[Anyone who wants in on this rp can post if they want.]
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Lucifer
Jul 28, 2009 13:18:24 GMT -5
Post by The Gun-Born Wolf on Jul 28, 2009 13:18:24 GMT -5
David stayed the night in the Northern town. That day was the town's festival. Yet he bore no mind to the hanging nor the festivities. Yet he did bear his interests on the local women. Then the day later, he would leave, taking his horse and riding off to Brenton once again. He couldn't take the sound of shoveling nearby, a 50 mile out of the town south of it. Where he had witnessed a grave robbing and decided to fire.
The Husky saw the gun shot and heard its song before watching the large brim hatted figure, where the Husky said in finality, "I like that hat..."
The ensuing gunfight lead to one tall Doberman half-dead, out of ammo, and otherwise hatless. David coughed blood on the hot sound and watched as the Husky and the sister rode off into the sunset towards south. "Damn all..." He could only utter as he dropped to the ground, trying to cock back the hammer of his Schofield and only to realize it now ran on empty. He lay down on his back and stared into the sun, waiting an angel to take him up to heaven. He was losing a lot of blood as well as the will to fight. Conciesness was beginning to wear thin as no hope seemed to arrive for his rescue. Tears were cried, not for the dying, but rather because he couldn't do anything about it. With his last breath, he closed his eyes and whistled for his horse...
A dune away, a masked surgeon looked onto a black horse and thought about stealing it. He might as well. Reins in hand, he began to walk southwards to Brenton until the Horse neighed and began to run. "Come back here you damned horse! Damn it!" With a mighty leap, he climbed onto the uncontrollable horse and did his best to keep the hell on.
The tracks stopped at a dead figure. The Surgeon looked at the dog and smiled, "Well, Howdy there."
David coughed and spat before he gained back his will and looked at the masked man, "Help me... Please... I-I got money on my horse... Take me to a doctor..."
"Why! Good Suh, I AM a Doctor!" The surgeon replied almost too enthusiastically.
David opened one good eye and sighed to what should have been a chuckle, "You're... A doctor? You look like a buther..."
"Ah, shucks, you flatter me, boy, I can get you fixed up in no time. 20 Bill says I do it. And since ya'll offer it anyways, May as well!"
Cold Relief was felt all over David's body, "How can I trust you?"
The Surgeon only hesitated and smiled warmly again, "Yeah, it's truth that I can kill you as fast as I can fix you... But I guess you just gotta'!"
And with that strong hands pulled the Dog onto the horse where they walked the distance. "By the ways, The name's Gabriel like the-"
David interrupted him, "Like the Archangel."
"Correct right again, boy, seems you downright know the bible cover to cover." The southern accent splashed again, "However, I know surgery bone to bone. You sees. I was in the Civil War... The Doctor of my regiment. Fixed more people than killed people, 10 to 1! And I done it with only a bottle o' whiskey, horse hair, leather, saw, and clamp! I'd say, boy, you gonna' be in good hands!"
The body was set onto the wagon where the whiskey that seemed stronger than the Surgeon and the Gunslinger put together was poured down his throat. In a few moments, David was unconcious and Gabriel set to work. Bullets intangled with a few muscle and sinew but nothing Gabriel couldn't handle. The bullet were easily done and bandage immediatly covered the gauze pressured wounds. The surgery took less than 30 minutes.
David's eyes flew open when a feminine voice called out and was talking to the doctor. He recognized it, Molly... His favorite bartender. And with that He smiled warmly and slept again.
David awoken into the night where it seemed the smell of cooking iguana, lima beans, eggs, and bacon where wofting in the air. The canvased closed wagon was open where Gabriel was more than happy to share his dinner with the tall Doggy.
It was the surgeon again who started the conversation, "Nows, I know what ya'll gonna say... 'Ifn I was that messed up, you shoulda' seen the other guy.' Sos, where is that other guy, Davey Crockett?"
A keen eye slowly turned to the surgeon, "He outgunned me. Left with my hat..." A ruffle of his own hair was made so that he could regain from the long hat hair.
"I see, I see... What'd this guy look like? Bet he was a strong dog, Am i right? (meme intended)."
David only shook his head and sighed, "Thought I'd see 'im before. Husky, tall... black coat. Mean, mean face."
The surgeon laughed heartily and wiped a few tears, "Boy, you done crazy. Ain't been a Husky out here since 1868. Those puppies might die of heat stroke!"
David looked into the fire in solemn conviction, "This one was different... You still have my guns, Mister Razlow?"
"That'd be correct, Davy."
"I'm leaving in the morning... I'll see you later sometime."
The surgeon only sighed, he never got much company, "Alright, welp... Hope you visit me, Mistuh David."
A quick sleep and dawn was anew. David walked into town where he broke with pain. Leaning on a window, he only got some privacy to himself before a voice of a bunny broke in his mind...
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Lucifer
Aug 5, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
Post by Yarla on Aug 5, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
-insert post here- RESERVED
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