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BASED OFF OF REAL EVENTS! WE ACTUALLY ROLEPLAYED IN A WAY MORE BASIC VERSION OF THIS, IM JUST SPICIN IT UP CAUSE ITS FUN AND MORE INTERESTING THIS WAY

(we're all arctic wolves btw)

It was a lovely evening. I was hanging out in my friend's den. I'll call her Knife. You'll see why.

I checked to see which of my friends were online when I saw that a close friend of mine was also on! Let's call this one Spirit.

I invited Knife over to Spirit's den, and introduced the two. It was going really well..

Until the first friend decided she wanted to go on a murderous rampage. You see, she has worse anger issues than the fires of hatred themselves.

So there she was, lunging at my other friend. She had her baseball bat out, and was swinging for his head. I jumped in front of him, hearing a hollow thud but barely feeling any pain. My adrenaline was pumping.

Spirit backed up, ducking behind a Nature Archway and fencing himself in. He loaded his revolver, waiting until he had a clear shot.

I panted, beginning to feel dizzy from taking such a hard hit directly to the forehead. "Hah, ha, didn't.. huff.. get 'im," I laughed tiredly.

Knife slipped on an evil grin, whipping out a knife faster than I could react. She stabbed it into my eye and grinned, sneering, "But I got you."

I felt every bit of pain from this one, feeling the cold metal blade burn through my eye. It stung awfully, and I screamed out. Collapsing to the ground, I began to give up. Then, I heard it.

The sound of hope.

The sound that tells you that friends will always have your back.

' BANG! '

Spirit had fired his rifle at her. She screamed a bit, and I knew he'd landed a hit, despite missing his target. I tore the knife from my eyes, shrieking at how painful it was. Clapping a paw over the damaged eye, I snarled at her. "Knock it off, Knife! Stop trying to murder everything!"

She then did the unthinkable.

Knife dropped her baseball bat.

I thought it was over, I thought we'd won. I thought she'd given up on murder.

That was when she tackled me.

Spirit shot his rifle multiple times, firing out every last bullet.

Knife lurched backwards, shrieking in pain. She bled from multiple wounds on her shoulders and back and a bullet-shaped hole directly through her ear.

She still wore a ferocious look, however.

I spotted some running cleats out of the corner of my eye and flicked my ear at Spirit, telling him to try to keep her at bay. He gave a nod so slight you could barely see it without questioning your vision.

Knife lunged at me, but I shot my hind paw straight up, landing my claws straight into her gut. She made a gurgling noise, blood squirting from her mouth. She fell back, clutching her abdomen and coughing up more blood.

As I rose to my paws to make a break for the cleats, Knife jumped forwards again. I felt pain lace throughout my entire body and I heard a sickening ''snap! ''as sharp teeth fiercely clenched onto my foreleg.

I expected her to take it further and drag me away, but I heard a metallic ''thud! ''and a shrieking yelp. I looked up to find that Spirit had smacked her across the face with the barrel of his revolver.

He nodded and leaped on top of her. I heard both masculine and feminine snarls and yelps, more metallic noises, and more hollow, hard crashes as I hauled myself on three legs to the cleats. I quickly checked to be sure that the spikes were on the bottom, and stuffed my hind paws into them.

I turned towards the fight scene to see that Knife was mercilessly beating Spirit with her baseball bat as he tried to attack. She was bleeding from several more wounds, however, and a nasty bruise was already forming on her snout. Her nose dripped blood and her hind paw was bent at an angle that appeared to be more painful than a broken femur.

I charged, doing a straight leg lunge. My spiky foot collided directly with her head and she staggered backwards, clutching her cheek. Hauling Spirit to his feet, I gave him a look of encouragement and stomped on the baseball bat Knife had dropped.

She screamed as if watching a loved one being brutally murdered as the wood splinters shattered outwards. It sounded like a bone breaking as the bat snapped in half.

I then turned towards her, chasing her.

I pinned down her tail with my cleats and mauled it.

Spirit whacked her upside the head with his revolver and collapsed against me.

And just like that, as I caught the poor man, we got Knife back.

(We were all pretty badly beaten though, and spent the next two months next to each other on hospital beds. She felt pretty bad about the whole ordeal, however, so we forgave her. At least, I did. IDK if Spirit did or not, she did knock him unconscious with a baseball bat...)