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Crystala at 01:00, 1 October 2011

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	Sorien awaits the charge, and just as he approaches she turns and lifts tail; a jet of wet mist blasts out right into Tag's sensitive nose and eyes! Skunks have a way of ruining romance!		Sorien awaits the charge, and just as he approaches she turns and lifts tail; a jet of wet mist blasts out right into Tag's sensitive nose and eyes! Skunks have a way of ruining romance!

	~~You page, "Like I said- WORSE." to Crystala.~~

	Crys cries out, "Don't leave her there, Sorien!" As a bubble of thought and panic rides through her lust and haze. ***		Crys cries out, "Don't leave her there, Sorien!" As a bubble of thought and panic rides through her lust and haze. ***
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	Cilan peers into each car, wondering if he had ducked into one of them to heal again.		Cilan peers into each car, wondering if he had ducked into one of them to heal again.

	~~[Taggart(#9274)]:~~ Cilan is caught off guard by a pair of wolven jaws lashing out her face, knocking her backward, but her instincts and training kicks in and she rolls with it to catch sight of the wolf-that-is-Taggart leaping from the back of a car, the reek of sex wafting after him. He'd been masking his own in the sex den of another, apparently. His cover blown, however, the wolf bounds toward the edge of the parking ramp and jumps off.		Cilan is caught off guard by a pair of wolven jaws lashing out her face, knocking her backward, but her instincts and training kicks in and she rolls with it to catch sight of the wolf-that-is-Taggart leaping from the back of a car, the reek of sex wafting after him. He'd been masking his own in the sex den of another, apparently. His cover blown, however, the wolf bounds toward the edge of the parking ramp and jumps off.

	Sorien spins at the sound of the attack, grabbing a hunk of concrete and lobbing it at Tag's head! She sprints after when the throw is made!		Sorien spins at the sound of the attack, grabbing a hunk of concrete and lobbing it at Tag's head! She sprints after when the throw is made!

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2011-09-29T04:53:15Z

Created page with "Crys returns from yet another trip to the restroom. She looks flushed, her ears sitting down, and her fur itching in some really uncomfortable places. Tails twitching agitatedl..."

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	Sorien gently scritches Crys' back. "It’s okay, and nothing all that terrible. Just... Inconvenient."		Sorien gently scritches Crys' back. "It’s okay, and nothing all that terrible. Just... Inconvenient."

	Taggart frowns gently, and then leans in, sniffing at ~~Crystala~~ a few times. He seems... oddly confused. "You... yer..." The Irishman just shakes his head and wrinkles his nose, as if he's caught whiff of something particularly pungent. Turning head aside, he winces and rubs at his shoulder once more, pulling his head back to sip from his tea.		Taggart frowns gently, and then leans in, sniffing at REDACTED a few times. He seems... oddly confused. "You... yer..." The Irishman just shakes his head and wrinkles his nose, as if he's caught whiff of something particularly pungent. Turning head aside, he winces and rubs at his shoulder once more, pulling his head back to sip from his tea.

	Crys' body immediately reacts to her mate's touch, her voice shifting into a steady purr almost immediately as she presses herself against Sorien. Her scent fills the room even stronger than it was before.		Crys' body immediately reacts to her mate's touch, her voice shifting into a steady purr almost immediately as she presses herself against Sorien. Her scent fills the room even stronger than it was before.
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	Sorien glances back and forth between Crys and Tag, knowing things are WAY cockeyed but not certain exactly how.		Sorien glances back and forth between Crys and Tag, knowing things are WAY cockeyed but not certain exactly how.

	Sparhawk glances over at ~~Crystala~~, who is covered in itching and fidgeting. "Smells like a fox, which smell like skunks do sometimes all the time. I think I've got some scavenged febreeze among my supplies..." The gryphon, with much more modest heat-scent, leans on the bar and peers around for the cold cuts."		Sparhawk glances over at REDACTED, who is covered in itching and fidgeting. "Smells like a fox, which smell like skunks do sometimes all the time. I think I've got some scavenged febreeze among my supplies..." The gryphon, with much more modest heat-scent, leans on the bar and peers around for the cold cuts."

	Sorien softly churrs, "... I don't quite think that'll help, Spar sweetie..."		Sorien softly churrs, "... I don't quite think that'll help, Spar sweetie..."
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	"This... is not okay. I can't deal with this happening every cycle." Crys cries.		"This... is not okay. I can't deal with this happening every cycle." Crys cries.

	Man-shoulders hunch once more, the muscles of the Irishman's arms bulging almost grotesquely with unforseen strength as his head slowly raises upward. His eyes have shifted from the emerald to that of a deep crimson and his already oversized teeth have extended slightly. "God, get her to SHUT UP!" The voice is gravely, a strange mix of Taggart and some otherworldly animal, but his crimson gaze locks on the fidgeting and uncomfortable ~~Crystala~~.		Man-shoulders hunch once more, the muscles of the Irishman's arms bulging almost grotesquely with unforseen strength as his head slowly raises upward. His eyes have shifted from the emerald to that of a deep crimson and his already oversized teeth have extended slightly. "God, get her to SHUT UP!" The voice is gravely, a strange mix of Taggart and some otherworldly animal, but his crimson gaze locks on the fidgeting and uncomfortable REDACTED.

	Sorien looks at the tension in Tag's back and the damage to the bar. "Spar... Can you get Crys home please? I really think that'd be a good idea..."		Sorien looks at the tension in Tag's back and the damage to the bar. "Spar... Can you get Crys home please? I really think that'd be a good idea..."
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	Sorien softly churrs, "When I know I'll tell you! (Her own heat is something she's used to ignoring, and right now the surge of panic she's fighting is definitely aiding in that; her eyes dart, locating cover and weapons that might be needed)"		Sorien softly churrs, "When I know I'll tell you! (Her own heat is something she's used to ignoring, and right now the surge of panic she's fighting is definitely aiding in that; her eyes dart, locating cover and weapons that might be needed)"

	Sickening pops and cracks of bone can be heard as he leans back, front of his shirt tearing open and his ribs visibly changing and shifting, growing thicker, stronger while his legs expand and then pop into an extra joint. His hands twist with claws as they suddenly come down and gouge into the bartop, his gaze suddenly rearing around to lock on ~~Crystala~~. Even not completely changed, he starts to pull himself over the bar, half-morphed legs not working properly yet as more clothing and boots tear and strip away.		Sickening pops and cracks of bone can be heard as he leans back, front of his shirt tearing open and his ribs visibly changing and shifting, growing thicker, stronger while his legs expand and then pop into an extra joint. His hands twist with claws as they suddenly come down and gouge into the bartop, his gaze suddenly rearing around to lock on REDACTED. Even not completely changed, he starts to pull himself over the bar, half-morphed legs not working properly yet as more clothing and boots tear and strip away.

	Sorien sees the motion, and yells, "TAG! HEY! OVER HERE!" and waves her arms, to draw the shifting creatures attention from her mate.		Sorien sees the motion, and yells, "TAG! HEY! OVER HERE!" and waves her arms, to draw the shifting creatures attention from her mate.

	Sparhawk's firm intention is to flop ~~Crystala~~ across hir back and gallop on out of the room where incipient violence awaits. Shi's not sure what's happening either, but not having it happen to ~~Crystala~~ is important. "File this under tell-you-later."		Sparhawk's firm intention is to flop REDACTED across hir back and gallop on out of the room where incipient violence awaits. Shi's not sure what's happening either, but not having it happen to REDACTED is important. "File this under tell-you-later."

	Crys finally sees what's happening, and her instincts kick in, a mixture of thick cloying fear and her sexual drive confusing them. She follows Sparhawk's lead toward the exit but stops, "Sori, love, come on." She says, wanting her mate not to stay behind.		Crys finally sees what's happening, and her instincts kick in, a mixture of thick cloying fear and her sexual drive confusing them. She follows Sparhawk's lead toward the exit but stops, "Sori, love, come on." She says, wanting her mate not to stay behind.
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	Sorien softly churrs, "Out, sweetie. I'll be fine. We can't let 'em run off."		Sorien softly churrs, "Out, sweetie. I'll be fine. We can't let 'em run off."

	Taggart seems to ignore Sorien completely as that overwhelming scent of ~~Crystala~~ fills the rapidly shifting muzzle of the wolf creature that is now in Taggart's place. It looks much like he did before, if more feral. The intelligence, when seen in those crimson eyes, is devious and nothing like the man that normally carries those orbs in his head. Digitigrade legs finally cooperating, he bounds over the bartop and directly at the fleeing Sparhawk and ~~Crystala~~. Of course, it is then noticed the massive erection the wolf creature has, his scent also impressive for a male.		Taggart seems to ignore Sorien completely as that overwhelming scent of REDACTED fills the rapidly shifting muzzle of the wolf creature that is now in Taggart's place. It looks much like he did before, if more feral. The intelligence, when seen in those crimson eyes, is devious and nothing like the man that normally carries those orbs in his head. Digitigrade legs finally cooperating, he bounds over the bartop and directly at the fleeing Sparhawk and REDACTED. Of course, it is then noticed the massive erection the wolf creature has, his scent also impressive for a male.

	Sparhawk squawks, "Come on, zoom time. You need a cold shower all over." Even dragging a laggardly ~~Crystala~~ around there are few things that can compete with Spar's speed. "Up you go!""		Sparhawk squawks, "Come on, zoom time. You need a cold shower all over." Even dragging a laggardly REDACTED around there are few things that can compete with Spar's speed. "Up you go!""

	Sorien doesn't hesitate. two quick steps and a SPIN plants her foot in the leaping thing's side, driving it well away from her mate and Sparhawk! As to harm? Unknown...		Sorien doesn't hesitate. two quick steps and a SPIN plants her foot in the leaping thing's side, driving it well away from her mate and Sparhawk! As to harm? Unknown...
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	Taggart pauses for a moment, ears flickering at the attempt of Cilan to catch his attention, but the wolf lifts his nose and tries to sniff. The skunk spray still thick in his muzzle, he growls and looks around. Obviously, skunk is the only thing he can smell. However, this doesn't seem to bother him too much as he turns his attention back to Sorien and leans back down onto all fours, slowly stalking toward the offensive woman.		Taggart pauses for a moment, ears flickering at the attempt of Cilan to catch his attention, but the wolf lifts his nose and tries to sniff. The skunk spray still thick in his muzzle, he growls and looks around. Obviously, skunk is the only thing he can smell. However, this doesn't seem to bother him too much as he turns his attention back to Sorien and leans back down onto all fours, slowly stalking toward the offensive woman.

	Sparhawk takes wordless advantage of ~~Crystala~~'s momentary clarity to dash with her out into the courtyard. Out of line-of-sight should help as Spar drops the kitsune onto the ground and points to the bathhouse. "Home. Count paintings. Write it down." Then Spar returns to the bar to skulk by the entrance and watch with regrettably-shiny scales.		Sparhawk takes wordless advantage of REDACTED's momentary clarity to dash with her out into the courtyard. Out of line-of-sight should help as Spar drops the kitsune onto the ground and points to the bathhouse. "Home. Count paintings. Write it down." Then Spar returns to the bar to skulk by the entrance and watch with regrettably-shiny scales.

	Sorien starts circling, eyes on Tag and waiting for the likely attack. She flicks her tail, ignoring the little bit of blood from the wound on her leg; whether it’s serious or not she can't tell through the adrenalin-rush. She plans a matador approach; control, not direct conflict.		Sorien starts circling, eyes on Tag and waiting for the likely attack. She flicks her tail, ignoring the little bit of blood from the wound on her leg; whether it’s serious or not she can't tell through the adrenalin-rush. She plans a matador approach; control, not direct conflict.
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	Crys groans on the ground, crawling to her hands, the wolf musk clearing she begins to calm slightly, the buzz of her heat is still in the foreground but she's finally able to process through it. She panics, realizing for the first the strange things happening to Tag, and Sori all alone in there. She gets to her feet, and begins turns back to where Spar went, then back to her home, not sure what to do.		Crys groans on the ground, crawling to her hands, the wolf musk clearing she begins to calm slightly, the buzz of her heat is still in the foreground but she's finally able to process through it. She panics, realizing for the first the strange things happening to Tag, and Sori all alone in there. She gets to her feet, and begins turns back to where Spar went, then back to her home, not sure what to do.

	One of the wolf/lynx children quickly trots over to ~~Crystala~~ outside, looking concerned. Shi tilts hir head to the side, eyebrows arching upward in a manner similar to hir father's. "What's going on, ~~Crystala~~?"		One of the wolf/lynx children quickly trots over to REDACTED outside, looking concerned. Shi tilts hir head to the side, eyebrows arching upward in a manner similar to hir father's. "What's going on, REDACTED?"

	Crys says, "Your father... something’s happening to your father. He's changing into a creature and... and has gone mad. Go, help my mate." She says, vehemently pointing toward the bar.		Crys says, "Your father... something’s happening to your father. He's changing into a creature and... and has gone mad. Go, help my mate." She says, vehemently pointing toward the bar.
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	Taggart blinks as his head is turned aside from the massive fist slamming against it, his jaw cracking and unhinging slightly. Obviously in a small amount of shock, the wolf blinks dumbly once more and then starts to growl, a low and deep rumble as his hand slips up and slides the jaw back into place with a loud and sickening crunch. Head turns and slowly raises, now-working jaw opening and snapping forward in an attempt to latch about the front of Cilan's neck while she's still lying on the ground, attempting to finish her off quickly.**		Taggart blinks as his head is turned aside from the massive fist slamming against it, his jaw cracking and unhinging slightly. Obviously in a small amount of shock, the wolf blinks dumbly once more and then starts to growl, a low and deep rumble as his hand slips up and slides the jaw back into place with a loud and sickening crunch. Head turns and slowly raises, now-working jaw opening and snapping forward in an attempt to latch about the front of Cilan's neck while she's still lying on the ground, attempting to finish her off quickly.**

	Apostasy, warned by Sorien and ~~Crystala~~ of a rampant Tag and Cil off ready to get herself killed in the sewers has found the location of the entrance to the sewer a short time before the gator attack. The clear sound of explosions and gunfire direct her toward them.		Apostasy, warned by Sorien and REDACTED of a rampant Tag and Cil off ready to get herself killed in the sewers has found the location of the entrance to the sewer a short time before the gator attack. The clear sound of explosions and gunfire direct her toward them.

	Havingtrailed first the sounds of Taggart and Cilan, and then the evidence of their passage in the form of shell casings, scorched ground from an incendiary grenade, and dead gators, Apo comes upon the scene just as Cilan punches Taggart in the face. She roars and attempts to bite down on the back of his neck, to hurl him bodily away from Cilan, before taking Cil up with one arm and quickly heading for the exit again. "Fuck this, sis. I'm not letting you get yourself killed, no matter how badly you want it."		Havingtrailed first the sounds of Taggart and Cilan, and then the evidence of their passage in the form of shell casings, scorched ground from an incendiary grenade, and dead gators, Apo comes upon the scene just as Cilan punches Taggart in the face. She roars and attempts to bite down on the back of his neck, to hurl him bodily away from Cilan, before taking Cil up with one arm and quickly heading for the exit again. "Fuck this, sis. I'm not letting you get yourself killed, no matter how badly you want it."
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Crystala: Created page with "Crys returns from yet another trip to the restroom. She looks flushed, her ears sitting down, and her fur itching in some really uncomfortable places. Tails twitching agitatedl..."