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Post by Benedict Rhodin on Jun 6, 2015 16:47:45 GMT
Logan Marshall So there goes the academy.
First off, Ben hadn't seen Sapphire in a while. He was starting to fret and considering going out to find her if she didn't show up. Second, everyone was anxious or apparently oblivious to what was going on; there was no in between. Oh yeah, and there were two assassins that had taken over the academy and turned it into their castle.
Yeah, oh well.
Snoozing in the long grass seemed like the best option for Ben at the moment. He was in lion form, which was the easiest to blend into the grass with. Everything could almost be passed as perfect, or normal at the least.
Then something caught Ben's senses. He had lived in Africa all his life, and he had learned to be on guard from a very young age. Raising his nose to the air, Ben caught whiff of a familiar scent, or at least he thought he did. Narrowing his eyes, Ben turned in the direction of the scent. If he's going to be so close, why isn't he just coming out? We know each other...
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jun 6, 2015 18:44:55 GMT
Logan had caught scent of Ben, one of the other big cats at the academy. He was roaming the grasslands, looking for prey. And he doesn't mean animals, he means half-bloods.
He was in human form, but not wearing his usual attire. He wore something that would blend in more. He was wearing a beige t-shirt and brown pants. He figured they could spot his grey hair, so he dyed it a beige-ish color and near the back, where the blue dye had been, it was dyed brown. In his opinion he looked full-blown desert spec-ops.
He put his hand on the grip of his knife, which was attacked to the belt that was mostly covered by his t-shirt.
When he was closer to Ben, he quietly pulled it off of the belt, ready to attack the lion-half-blood.
He charged full speed at Ben, attemping to drive his knife into Ben's shoulder.
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Post by Benedict Rhodin on Jun 6, 2015 23:10:49 GMT
Ben jeered off to the side, roaring playfully. He thought it was all fun and games until-
A knife!? I thought he wasn't working with the assassins anymore!! I thought we were friends for that matter!!
The half-blood growled, baring his teeth. He tried to show with his eyes what he was thinking: What is wrong with you!? Taking a pace back, cautiously, the carnivore kept a careful eye on the other wild cat, waiting for his next move.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jun 7, 2015 14:15:14 GMT
Logan slid to in the dirt, but remaining upright after Ben dodged the attack. He saw the look in Ben's eyes and understood what he meant. For a quick second his eyes flashed with regret, but then he knew what he must do. This is what he always did. This is what he did best. Hurting people.
He twirled the knife in his hand, a wicked grin on his face. He bared his teeth, which had each been sharpened, but they still fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. He growled at him.
"Come at me, you little pussycat!"
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Post by Benedict Rhodin on Jun 7, 2015 15:22:31 GMT
Being in his animal form, Ben didn't exactly know the exact words of what the boy was saying, but assumed, considering his expression and stance, that it was a threat. Ben knew of Logan's potential - not quite the assassin's, but close enough that he could be dangerous. I can only hope that I can fend him off long enough. He had a thought then. If I kill him, there will be one less link for the assassins to torture us with. If I run, he'll find me and Jess.
That thought brought the rage. Ben was one of the strongest fighters back in Africa. He knew how to dodge killer attacks and make killer moves. If I can just weaken him, maybe it will give one of the assassins the chance to kill him? After all, there must be one of them that hates him. Rolling his shoulders, Ben readied himself. He formulated a plan. Logan would likely be ready for him to come straight at him as most big cats would, as that was custom. But he instead ran forward, powering his legs into strides until he had such a short distance that he could jeer off and pounce the half-blood, aiming to rake his thick, fatal claws down Logan's stomach. The, agilely, he bounced away, readying for Logan's move.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Jun 7, 2015 17:01:28 GMT
Logan dodged the attack, having lived in the streets of Chicago he knew a lot of fighting tactics. Once again sliding to the side, he thought about his next attack.
But he thought about what he was actually doing. He stopped, what he was doing, and his eyes appeared calm. He shifted into tiger-form, and walked up to Ben, showing that he wasn't going to attack. Logan was losing control more and more often, and he couldn't control it as much as he could before.
"Ben, stop! I'm not going to hurt you! I-I didn't know what I was doing! You have to help me!" |
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Post by Benedict Rhodin on Jun 7, 2015 18:07:13 GMT
Ben watched as Logan's expression seemed to shift and so did his form. As the boy became a tiger, Ben lowered himself in a display of dominance, lashing his tail. Logan approached, and Ben held his ground, puffing up as any cat would. "How do I know this isn't a trick, Logan?" Ben snarled, narrowing his eyes further, holding Logan's gaze. Standing taller to show further dominance, Ben peered down at the other big cat, trying to figure out if Logan was serious or not.
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