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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Aug 13, 2008 14:43:23 GMT -5
*They hadn't been difficult quarry. There was a shrill cry of a whistle and then only the pounding of heavy feet over grassy sod, deep growls rumbling in the moonlight over the de Chagny lawn.*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 14:46:39 GMT -5
*Raoul had been dressing for bed, and only made it to getting his waistcoat and shoes off before he heard something. Something was happening, and he didn't know what but he had a terrible feeling... a feeling that prompted him to grab his rapier and creep downstairs.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 14:58:28 GMT -5
**THE BEAST**
*There was a rushing sound, and the Beast was at his door, roaring and leaping for its prey. The thing that had frightened the woods for so long was no longer a legend or an abstract deed from a nobleman's past, but a living nightmare.*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:01:16 GMT -5
*Raoul cried out and fell back immediately, dropping the rapier and hearing a sickening sound: that of the blade skittering across the floor to where it was out of reach. Pinned beneath the beast, he was near-immobile but managed to wrench an arm out to cover himself.*
*What in hell was it? For surely that was where this thing came from.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:04:40 GMT -5
*Johanna heard the noise and ran outside. She screamed, and the Beast she remembered from her husband's home came toward her-
-but when it sniffed her scent, all it did was growl. Stunned, she remembered being introduced to it, and silently thanked god for its memory*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:07:04 GMT -5
*Raoul stood up, near-silent and pale as a sheet, and crept to where his rapier was lying on the grass.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:08:59 GMT -5
*As Raoul made his move, the sudden noise reminded the Beast of his preasence, and leapt at him*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:10:46 GMT -5
*Raoul panicked and merely scrambled for the rapier, but the creature pinned him again, tearing a long line in his shirt and shoulder in the process. It gave a roar in his face, its intent clear.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:17:04 GMT -5
*Without thinking, Johanna threw herself by his side. As she whimpered the Beast drew back, unsure of whether to attack*
((I'm sure this makes no sense with regard to lion behavioral psychology. That's why it's crackfic.))
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:19:17 GMT -5
*When the thing backed off Raoul finally had the chance to grab the damn rapier, and, shoving Johanna (a little unceremoniously) behind him, making a shield of his own body, he brandished it at the creature.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:28:07 GMT -5
*The Beast lunged at him agains, unmindful of the blade*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:30:48 GMT -5
*He managed to whack it on the side of the hilt, clanging against the plate armor and pushing the temporarily-dazed creature to the side by sheer force. Before it could recover fully, he spotted the only weak point in the armor and thrust his sword in... in the hole for the eye.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:33:41 GMT -5
*The beast roared in pain, unable to see its target. Eventually it retreated*
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Aug 13, 2008 15:36:30 GMT -5
*When it was gone, blood was still singing in his ears and he clenched the rapier even as he turned to face Johanna. He hadn't noticed he was bleeding, and a red stain bloomed across his left arm.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on Aug 13, 2008 15:53:16 GMT -5
*Jean-François frowned at the beast as it returned. There wasn't enough blood. That was not a good signed. He soothed the beast gently with hushed words before returning to his estates.*
Some prey take more than one bullet.
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