Gomen for grammar and spelling. This not beta's but it is a excerpt of my three-part (subject to change if needed) series Diagnose. It's be proven to be harder to write since I'm no longer in the YJ fandom, hence the madami Homestuck format it taken with it being written in 2nd person. magpabago will be sporadic and let me know what you think. Enjoy you basic bitches.
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"Po-pole," you wheezed against your fogging screen.
"Pole activated."
You lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the mga lobo follow upon suite, clawing against the soil just to gain any sort of momentum to tear you down but you were train better, taught smarter then these mutts. Landing firming on your heels, you slide to halt.
"Snow White!" Charm boom against the oak you left behind.
"Danger, Danger," Your screen echoed.
But your mind was gone. Escaping your mental state, you acted on muscle and no brain. Snapping the extending pole from behind your cloak, the metal crack against the wolf's jaw. Your hand tighten around the vibrating pole, glancing up: Four wolves. 2 pure white, 1 black and a single brown lobo with a blind eye. Leaning foreword, you leapt.
Wind whipping against your face, tearing your hood down only to release the screams hollering from your throat. The white and black lobo respond with a snarl and a pounce of their own. The white ahead and bigger, with madami scars then the bleaker black. You assume this was the black's first hunt. As you drew closer to the white, you slam the underside of the pole on tuktok of her crown giving you the allowance to slide along her spine. At the butt of her tail, you gave a twist of your torso and a kick in the skull. This is almost too easy for what you expected.
Bringing your other feet, you marked your ground with a single thump around your victims.
"Danger, danger, danger," the blue screen echoed. It was rather... Annoying. Sure Pa- Charm insisted you wear this despite your yearning for his old mask, but no. You have to get a madami "modern" and "safe" software. Annoying. Sighing, the deepest of sighs, you place your index and middle against your earmuff and click the message away. Afterwards, you return the pole and retracted the entire ensemble. Charm's handmade gun or rather everything-in-one-simple-gun.
"Why do you walk like a human, do you have no pride of your tribe!" The brown lobo snarled, "tell me little one! Are you not Amara's daughter!"
You just watch the circling prey, icy irises locked onto the brown one as your hands loaded and cocked your weapon. A weapon bigger then the holder and yet, it doesn't stop you. Crouching low, you snuggle the butt of the gun into your shoulder.
"Answer me!"
Parallel from one and another, they closed onto you. Damn it, they're too close. You drop one knee down and toss the barrel upward. Shot twice then barrel roll foreword.
The shots missed! Impossible! Your ears twitched and before you know it, "DANGER."
"BONNIE!"
That rookie of a black lobo took you down. He wasn't dead, that kick was strong enough to take on dad! Deeper and deeper you scale the mountain ledge, you realise what danger you were looking for and before you can rely the message. The screen dug into your skin, deeper then the lobo claw down your eye.
Your name is Bonnie and you're going to fall to your death sa pamamagitan ng a wolf.
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"Po-pole," you wheezed against your fogging screen.
"Pole activated."
You lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the mga lobo follow upon suite, clawing against the soil just to gain any sort of momentum to tear you down but you were train better, taught smarter then these mutts. Landing firming on your heels, you slide to halt.
"Snow White!" Charm boom against the oak you left behind.
"Danger, Danger," Your screen echoed.
But your mind was gone. Escaping your mental state, you acted on muscle and no brain. Snapping the extending pole from behind your cloak, the metal crack against the wolf's jaw. Your hand tighten around the vibrating pole, glancing up: Four wolves. 2 pure white, 1 black and a single brown lobo with a blind eye. Leaning foreword, you leapt.
Wind whipping against your face, tearing your hood down only to release the screams hollering from your throat. The white and black lobo respond with a snarl and a pounce of their own. The white ahead and bigger, with madami scars then the bleaker black. You assume this was the black's first hunt. As you drew closer to the white, you slam the underside of the pole on tuktok of her crown giving you the allowance to slide along her spine. At the butt of her tail, you gave a twist of your torso and a kick in the skull. This is almost too easy for what you expected.
Bringing your other feet, you marked your ground with a single thump around your victims.
"Danger, danger, danger," the blue screen echoed. It was rather... Annoying. Sure Pa- Charm insisted you wear this despite your yearning for his old mask, but no. You have to get a madami "modern" and "safe" software. Annoying. Sighing, the deepest of sighs, you place your index and middle against your earmuff and click the message away. Afterwards, you return the pole and retracted the entire ensemble. Charm's handmade gun or rather everything-in-one-simple-gun.
"Why do you walk like a human, do you have no pride of your tribe!" The brown lobo snarled, "tell me little one! Are you not Amara's daughter!"
You just watch the circling prey, icy irises locked onto the brown one as your hands loaded and cocked your weapon. A weapon bigger then the holder and yet, it doesn't stop you. Crouching low, you snuggle the butt of the gun into your shoulder.
"Answer me!"
Parallel from one and another, they closed onto you. Damn it, they're too close. You drop one knee down and toss the barrel upward. Shot twice then barrel roll foreword.
The shots missed! Impossible! Your ears twitched and before you know it, "DANGER."
"BONNIE!"
That rookie of a black lobo took you down. He wasn't dead, that kick was strong enough to take on dad! Deeper and deeper you scale the mountain ledge, you realise what danger you were looking for and before you can rely the message. The screen dug into your skin, deeper then the lobo claw down your eye.
Your name is Bonnie and you're going to fall to your death sa pamamagitan ng a wolf.