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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] It's the final countdown This was what Florence had been waiting for for so damn long, and finally, finally, Gypsy had done something useful and had actually gotten Gravity for her. She had requested Gravity to be taken to Room 402, which was on the third floor of the hospital. It wasn't her duty to bring Gravity here, although now she was regretting it. What if they somehow lost him? They'd be so close, yet so far. Then again, she'd injured Gravity, and it may take a few weeks or so before he healed properly and would be able to run. Florence had already told everyone of her plans for Gravity. She wanted to turn him mad, almost forget his own name with madness. She'd been planning this out carefully for weeks now. It almost seemed like a dream that this was even happening today. Taking a deep breath, she kept her eyes glued to the door, tail lashing with excitement. The sound of footsteps was getting louder, and she let out a small growl from her lips as she waited, eyes sparkling with mirth and madness. Then a large Leopard appeared at the door, along with a Panther on the other side of him. Behind was Gravity, and her mouth twitched, aching to smirk as they led him into the small room. Florence had purposely used this room. It owned a deep, disgusting stench of death, blood and cats. The whitewashed walls were streaked with blood. Florence had done this purposely a few days before he was due to be here, by grabbing any old dogs off the street and killing them in here, causing their blood to be spattered along the walls. It seemed to work rather effectively, if she said so herself. The two large felines stood by the door, guarding it at all times to make sure no one could get in or out. Then Florence finally spoke to the leader of the Tempest Pack. "What a pathetic excuse for a dog." She started, circling him slowly as she looked him up and down, "I always thought you'd be harder to capture than this. It's a real shame You've let me down, Warden." Stopping in front of him, her eyes glittered mischievously. She was intrigued as to why this dog was so special. How had he become the Warden in the first place? Huffing, Florence took a step back. "Are you ready for this? Are you ready to get broken?" She asked in a small whisper, that was only loud enough for Gravity to hear. This was going to be a long day. ___________; the count; 435 the song; Warm Whispers - Missy Higgins the characters; Florence, Gravity the summary; Florence waits for Gravity, Gravity turns up, and now she's getting ready to torture him > the other; I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS THREAD FOR SO DAMN LONG.

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The paws of the timber wolf scraped over the floor as he walked, the clicking sound of his claws against the floor trailing behind him. His limp was evident in the sound of his movement - click-click, click, click-click, click - and even more if one were to actually lay eyes on the big wolf who half-jumped with every second step, his left front leg cradled towards his chest. The grey eyes of the Warden were closed to the world though they were physically open, all emotion hidden behind a wall of determination - determination to show no weakness. Despite the limp he walked with his head held high, entering the room as if the two felines flanking him were honour guards instead of creatures that would gladly rip out his throat if they got the chance.

Already before he walked through the door he was met with the pungent stench of dried up blood, giving him a moment to steel himself towards the sight that met him as he entered. When his gaze fell upon the bloodbath he felt the muscles of his jaw clench as he ground his teeth together, anger filling every pore of his being. How many canines had this mad lioness killed in order to "prepare" this room for him? But the tenseness of his jaw and the hint of hate buried in his eyes, were the only emotions that managed to slip past his defenses, as he limped to the center of the room and came to a halt. As Florence circled him, he kept his gaze fixed at an indistinct point somewhere upon the wall in front of him, not even looking at her when she stopped in front of him. "Ironic. I always thought that even felines had some degree of honour. You haven't let me down, for I shouldn't have expected better of a cat." The words were stated calmly but with a hint of sarcasm, as Gravity found he had no respect left for the leader of the Iris Pride. The little he had had was now lost to the wind, and all that remained was a deep-rooted feeling of despise for her personality, and a growing anger directed at her for forcing the world to be subject to her mad ideas.

At her whisper those grey eyes finally moved to hers, as a little mocking smile came to play upon his lips. Somewhere down the road Devil's manners must've rubbed of on him, for at this point Gravity felt more flippant than ever. "You just don't understand, do you? I'm just an individual. You may break me, but you'll never break the unity of my people. Like the tide they'll slowly tear your precious Pride apart, and there's nothing you can do about it. Kill me if you wish, but in the end you'll still be swept away like footprints in the sand."

But even as the words left his mouth the wolf had to banish the voice of fear from his mind. He knew death was a long way from here.

{ Gravity Keeps Pulling me Down
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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] Florence narrowed her eyes as soon as Gravity began to speak. She wished she had the tools to sew his mouth shut permanently, yet all she could do was raise one large paw and swipe him around the face in hope to shut him up. Who cared about honour when she could have glory instead? Gravity thought far too much about others' opinions on him, and that would hopefully be her downfall. Florence was practically drooling as she took a step back, trying to decide how to start with him before the big finale. There were so many tricks up her metaphorical sleeve that she couldn't decide. The feline at the door huffed with impatience, and with a glare Florence managed to shut it up. She had all the time in the world. Of course, without a doubt, the Tempest pack were probably trying to form an army to get Gravity back, but by the time they'd faffed about it would already be too late. Their precious Warden would be gone. "Honour?" She finally scoffed, "Why do I need that, dog, when I can watch you suffer instead?" Truth be told, Florence was actually fairly impressed by how Gravity was keeping completely cool. She wanted to see fear, rage, anything in his eyes, yet she found nothing. Perhaps a bit more taunting would give out an emotion. She had as long as she liked, after all. As long as the Tempest Pack didn't get here, she had as long as her life. Gravity was at her mercy, and wasn't that just satisfying? Licking her lips greedily, Florence cocked her head as Gravity began to speak again. She rolled her eyes. He hadn't a clue what would happen if he died. "That's where you're wrong. I tear you apart, and your whole pack will tear apart." She flashed him a very sickly smile that even made the panther at the door grimace, "Your pack will be in turmoil once they find out they have no leader. And who do you think will be waiting to slaughter every last one of them?" Florence left the question hanging. It was quite obvious that it would be her and her gang of cats that would be waiting for them. Once they started to panic and fight over a new leader, Florence and the Pride would catch the weakness and pounce. All she needed to do right now was identify Gravity's personal weakness and begin to hit on it at just the right angle to make him react. In the mean time Florence decided to use her strength instead of her mind. She pounced, flying through the air and landing right into Gravity, knocking him to the floor. Her legs easily managed to get back onto the floor, and she was already at him again, her paws pressing against his ribs and pressing down slightly, probably making it a little difficult to breathe. Leaning forward, her jaws inches away from his throat, she smiled. "You are at my mercy, Warden. I want to hear you beg my name. Go on. Otherwise I'll snap your ribs, one by one, until you're choking on your own blood." ___________; the count; 527 the song; This Ain't a Love Song - Scouting For Girls the characters; gravity, florence the summary; Florence is all like RAWR and is hurhur mindfucking > the other; HURHURHRURHRU -drool-

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Gravity took the first hit with stoic silence, knowing it was only a small pat compared to what would come. The brush of a butterfly's wings compared to the amount of pain Florence would inflict upon his body during the next few hours, days, or weeks - depending for how long she was able to keep him alive, and how long it'd take before she grew tired of her little game of cat and mouse. So for now he simply accepted the sting of pain that bloomed in his face, his body barely moving as his head flew to the side from the force of the hit. He blinked twice, before his head slowly veered back, the wall yet in place in his eyes, shielding off all emotions that flooded through his mind at that very moment. That mental shield was everything he needed. She might break his body, but she wouldn't break his mind. That was the promise he'd made to himself.

That was the promise he deep down knew he could not keep.

Yet he had to keep up the pretense, keep acting, keep playing the game - keep up the illusion that he still had some degree of control over the situation. If nothing else, then to keep a hold of his own sanity. And that was why his only reaction to her sick smile and her promise of tearing his pack apart, was another smug smile. Not a big grin, or a leer, but just that little twitch at the corner of the mouth. "Don't worry, I wouldn't expect a cat like you to understand the strength of unity and loyalty. Be careful you don't bite off more than you can chew oh mighty lioness."

The timber wolf barely had time to finish his sentence before the lioness pounced for him. The Warden didn't even try to avoid her attack, because it would serve no purpose. With his injured leg there was nothing he could do to prevent her attack, and he refused to give her the satisfaction of chasing him around the room like she would a mouse. He clenched his teeth tightly together to prevent any noise from leaving him, as her heavy body collided with his, sending him flying backwards and sliding over the floor. Pain flared through his body as he had no way of sheltering his injured leg, and he had to suppress the sound of pain that tried to fight its way up his throat. Mere moments after he landed he felt the paws and claws of the lioness pressed towards his side, the weight of the creature pressing down on his already sore ribs. The muscles in his jaws bulged as he clenched his teeth again, refusing to allow her the satisfaction of hearing him whimper in pain. Slowly he moved his head until he was able to look her squarely in the eye, her face so close to him that he could literally feel her hot breath. His voice was strained when he took the word to answer her, because it was impossible for him to take more than shallow breaths. "Oh Florence, I'd pity you if I had any pity left to give. Remember, when you finally kill me..." a small groan left his throat at this point, as his ribs screamed in protest, "Remember that, even when you had the power, you needed me to beg."

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] Florence didn't think she'd bite off more than she could chew. She had Gravity here, that was a pretty big bite, and she was also standing above Gravity nearly crushing his ribs. That seemed like she was chewing him up just fine. Florence preferred not to think of consequences anyway, as she often lived in the moment. Looking to the future was a concept far too odd for her. Florence had been brought up and learned that she should always live in the present, not the past nor the future. Florence was so preoccupied in making Gravity suffer the most painful torture ever to be created that she didn't think about the consequences. She didn't think about what would happen if the Tempest Pack did invade and the two packs broke out into a huge war. She didn't think about the danger she was putting herself and the Pride members in. She was so intent in causing Gravity to suffer that she didn't really care. She just wanted to hear him cry out with pain. A smile appeared as soon as she heard the small groan escape his lips. She knew he was just keeping all noises from leaving his mouth because he didn't want her to be satisfied. However, Florence had better ideas and she wasn't going to let him stay quiet for very long if she got her way. Snapping her jaws dangerously close to his ear, the echo of her teeth clacking together rang around the room. Perhaps it would make him jump. Perhaps not. Florence released him but didn't move back. Instead, she raised yet another paw and used it against Gravity again, aiming to hit his other cheek this time. "All you have is words," Florence started with a roll of the eyes, "Not only do I have words, but I have my strength and my Pride." Staring down at him with glee in her eyes she grinned, "You're useless. You're useless and powerless and it's only a matter of time before you snap." It was as if Christmas had come early as Florence attacked Gravity, teeth and claws aiming for everywhere. "Defend yourself, dog, or are you too weak?" She roared as she yearned to break Gravity. If he didn't defend himself, she could easily capture his throat in her teeth and that would be the end of him. Once Florence proved that she was stronger and more powerful than him then perhaps he would be broken. Florence wasn't going to leave this room until he was begging for mercy and going mad with anguish. ___________; the count; 434 the song; walk away - kelly clarkson the characters; florrie, gravity the summary; florence is all like "MWUHAHAHA" and then she's all like "CHAAAARGGEEE -ROARROAR-" the other;

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Jaws snapped close, the sound reverberating through his bones, almost painful. But the Warden didn't flinch, nor did he make a sound as a large paw descended upon his other cheek, snapping his head downwards until it was stopped by the cold floor. His head swam as his vision grew blurry, but even then he didn't make a sound.

Ind the end it was her words that got to him. Those poisonous darts that hit a spot that her claws could not. In the end it was the word "powerless" that struck the right chord and made the rage sing through his blood. For if there was something the Warden didn't want to hear, nor ever admit to himself, it was the fact (for at this point it was a fact) that he was powerless.

A hint of anger had managed to seep through his defenses, manifesting as a piercing glimpse in his eyes. "Too weak? Are those the words I hear from the kitten toying with a wounded prisoner?" The words left him as a snarl just as she jumped, and for the first time since he was captured, the Warden put up a fight. He threw his body sideways just as she lunged, actually managing to get out of the way despite his injured leg - mainly because the lioness wasn't expecting him to resist. He felt the rush of her big body passing inches past him, and spinning around he leaped at her with a growl. He knew that he could never defeat her nor the feline that stood guard at the door, but every pore of his body screamed at him to fight. To freaking do something. So even when he knew it was a suicide mission that held no chance of success - even when he knew it was just what she wanted him to do... even then, he still couldn't help his body responding to her taunt, rising up to the challenge.

Gravity didn't have time to register whether his fangs or claws connected with her body, before he was swept to the side as she lunged for him again. Pain rushed through his body as he slid across the floor, the bloodthirsty creature fresh in his trail. The world shrunk until the only thing that was left was sandy fur and mad green eyes, that smile of a maniac as her teeth sank into his body and her claws drew a pattern of bloody lines across his skin - working with the skill of a mad painter, as she used him as her canvas and his blood as her ink. Every time he fought to a stand she would be there, large body ready to push and shove and throw him into the walls or to the floor. After a while he was unable to fight back the sounds of pain, and after that he was unable to find the energy to even whimper. All thought was stripped from his mind as everything that was left was the pain. The pain that shrouded his body and bit into his skin everywhere, like he'd fallen into a pit full of rose-thorns.

The pain - by the Ancestors when would it stop?!

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Notes: I love your summaries! Also aawh, poor doggie. <3

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] Florence had gone mad with power. Those were the only words to describe it. Had anyone looked into her eyes, they would see fiery madness, slowly burning in them, catching alight anything in its path. Ever since her reign had started, Florence had slowly dissolved into madness. It would be surprising if, by old age, she wasn't frothing at the mouth as talking to herself in rambled nonsense. Power had developed into a drug for her, and now she craved more of it each day. Without power, Florence would be nothing. A useless puppet who must be controlled by another, and Florence would rather die than become a puppet. Yet this is what she'd forced Gravity into becoming. She was stamping out every piece of pride he owned and smearing it with her scent. For the moment, Florence owned the Warden. It was a feat Florence had dreamed off ever since he'd become the leader of the Tempest Pack, and now he was here, Florence wanted to make him scream. Eventually, Florence stopped attacking, staring down at the heap on the ground. Her jaws were bared as she began to circle him, looking down on Gravity with a judgemental look on her face. She'd ignored his last comment as she'd been too preoccupied with attacking, yet now she replied. "You weren't wounded to begin with, yet you were still weak. And it was never in the rules that I wasn't allowed to play dirty." A smirk arose on her face as she remembered the four cats against two dogs. All four of the cats were big, whilst one of the dogs was a little runt of a thing. They had stood no chance. Still, Gravity had tried to put up a fight, and had failed miserably. It was actually a miracle that Florence had managed to drag Gravity's sorry body up here, and he hadn't stayed put in the school, refusing to move. She stopped to stare right into his eyes, and she began to shake her head slowly, as though in pity. Florence felt nothing for this dog, apart from a mighty hate that made her blood boil. "Can you imagine my Pride attacking your Pack without warning?" She began, deciding to fuck with his mind, "Can you imagine me ripping open your beloved dogs? Can you imagine them screaming for mercy whilst their blood spills into my mouth and into the ground? Can you imagine how betrayed they'd feel that their Warden isn't there to save them?" She snorted and shook her head, "Just you wait. That's what's going to happen." Florence couldn't wait. She couldn't wait until she got her paws on every single Tempest dog she found and tore them apart, limb by limb. She just hoped Gravity would be watching with horror marred in his face. ___________; the count; 469 the song; St. Augustine - Band of Horses the characters; gravity, florence the summary; GRAVITY IS ALL LIKE "ONOES" AND FLORRIE IS ALL LIKE "RAWR MINDFUCKERY FTW." hurhur. the other; I LOVE MY SUMMARIES TOO <3

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Gravity didn't even register the first words of the lioness, as they drowned in the river of burning pain, reduced to the buzz of an insect at the back of his mind. For at this moment the wolf didn't care about Florence and her opinion about him, he was just grateful that she had stopped inflicting pain to him. Though his entire body was on fire, at least she had removed the torch for a while. With a huff of relief he collapsed to the ground, no illusion of dignity, for at this moment his pride had been buried underneath the need to follow primal instincts of survival. The short break gave the Warden a moment to collect himself and mentally scan his body. To his surprise he found that Florence had yet to inflict him with any wounds that would maim him permanently, instead keeping to shallow cuts and bruises. Though that didn't diminish the pain she had inflicted him, it still meant that - should he be left alone - he would be able to heal with no permanent injuries. He gathered that she didn't want him to die from the blood loss before she was done with him... besides, then it was obvious that this cat considered him the audience of her play. You can't expect your audience to pay attention if they're blind with the pain of broken bones and lost limbs. But he knew that, in the end, she would grow tired. She would have nothing more to say. And then the real hell would descend upon him.

Gravity felt a shudder run down his spine, the involuntary movement making the pain flare anew.

In silence he lay, unable to do anything but listen, his flank rising and sinking with labored movements, each breath a torture in itself. He tried to banish the pictures she painted in his mind, the pictures that seemed only way too real in this moment when the stink of blood filled his nose and the pain coursed through his veins. Can you imagine, she said, and oh yes, he could only imagine too well. They would all end up like his sister, broken bodies scattered on the pavement, killed by the paws of the felines.

But in this moment of desperation his mind lashed on to the one thing that Florence had brought up herself. That one thing that she hadn't yet taken from him. That one thing, where her words were only that: Words. The Warden forced his eyes to open and seek out those of the lioness, his voice hoarse from the pain that had worn out his vocal bonds. "But it hasn't happened yet, has it? You haven't yet conquered my people. Empty threats and mindless violence, that's the only language that you know." A cough raked his body and made every nerve in him scream from the convulsion that followed with each cough. Blood mixed with the droplets of saliva that left his mouth, dotting the floor to join the small rivers of his blood that already floated across the room. It took a couple of moment before he found the strength to talk again. "I ought to thank you. I gave them strength and unity, but you've given them something I could never give them. You've given them rage. Watch your back kitty-cat, for you've unleashed the hounds."

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] Florence could barely explain just how much she enjoyed staring down at the broken dog. He had yet to die, but soon enough she'd give him that mercy. Right now, however, she had a trick up her sleeve and Florence had been keen to use it for some time. It had taken a while to get hold of two Tempest Pack members, and they were nobodies. No one important enough to miss, but still important nevertheless to Gravity. He was going to be given the impossible decision. Before Florence brought them in, she listened to his words, and a small smile sneaked up on her as she shrugged. An angry Pack was far more interesting than a mellow pack that barely wanted to get involved, like the Lexis Tribe. Her lip curled in disgust as she thought about that measly pack. Rolling her eyes, Florence extended a paw and went to hit him again. It was easy to toy with Gravity, especially now that he was too weak to fight back. Florence could probably watch him with his laboured breathing for hours on end without getting bored. Watching his face contort with pain made her heart skip a beat with excitement. Raising her head, Florence called loudly for her guards to bring them in. Two leopards entered, flagged with two dogs. They were mongrels of a sort, that had eyes wide with fear. Even from a distance Florence could see their erratic shaking as they padded in. They looked like two dogs walking to their death sentence. At least one of them was, which made her smile. This was going to hurt Gravity, Florence was sure of it. With a snap of her jaws, she bit at their heels, forcing them against the wall. The two leopards stayed at the door, just in case. Florence was outnumbered three to one without them, but she knew she could take them. These dogs weren't exactly big, and Gravity was wounded. There was no way she could be defeated. Madness in her eyes, she spun around to meet Gravity's face. "I see no rage here, Warden. All I see is cowardly fear. What does that say about your pack?" Florence mocked as she clashed her jaws together, the noise echoing around the four walls and causing the two mutts to jump with fear. Florence was surprised they weren't begging for mercy, but perhaps the fear had stunted their speech. Looking at the two dogs, she then averted her attention back to Gravity, "I'll make you a bargain. One of these dogs gets to live," A small yelp could be heard from one of them, which made Florence smirk cruelly, "The other dies. But it's your decision to choose which one dies and which one doesn't..." A low whining was now echoing tauntingly around the room, and she snarled in the dog's direction. After the pause for emphasis, Florence continued, "However, if you fail you choose one of them in the next few minutes, they'll both be killed in the most painful way possible." She stepped back and looked at Gravity questioningly. This was the ultimate choice. Who was he going to let live? "Up to you, dog." ___________; the count; 530 the song; none ;o the characters; gravity, florence the summary; florrie brings in some doggies HURHUR. NOW GRAVITY MUST MAKE THE CHOICE. the other;

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/t5iurt.jpg] Gravity saw the paw descend upon him once more, and he closed his eyes with the knowledge that there existed no possibility that he might evade that blow. But the physical pain of the hit was the touch of a rose petal compared to the imaginary fist that knocked the breath out of him when he saw the two dogs stumble into the room. The muscles of the large wolf tensed as he watched them being herded like cattle, shoved against the wall like the human prisoners of old as they awaited their death sentence in the form of a bullet. While Florence talked the wolf fought the pain as he forced his body to roll over and rise to a stand, his eyes on the dogs and his clogged brain registering her words yet not their meaning. It took another couple of moments before the message seeped through, and Gravity spun to face the lioness - or rather, his mind sent the commands and his body fell to its knees as it tried to move, a cough rustling his broken frame like a shack in a storm. But his gaze was no less intense when it snapped up to the feline, the mental wall that normally characterized the wolf torn down brick by brick - leaving his eyes a roaring river overflowing with the mixture of frustration and anger that rushed through his veins at the very moment. And... for the first time... a spark of fear. "You can't do this! These lives are not yours to take! Please, Florence, I beg of you,"

[/b] the words burned like acid on his tongue as he almost choked on them, his mouth dry like sandpaper, but he knew that right now there were more things at stake than his pride. "Name your price - whatever you want - just don't make me choose between my people!" As he mentioned them his eyes veered to the left and towards the two dogs standing at the wall. He knew that to Florence they were nobodies - bugs barely worth the effort it would take to swat them. But to him they were so much more.

For the Warden prided himself on knowing the names of every single member of his Pack. And those weren't just nobodies - their names were Sarge and Cedar.

They were his responsibility, and if he didn't persuade Florence, their blood would be on his hands.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] This was the reaction that Florence had been yearning ever since the torture had began. A ghost of a smile flickered upon her lips as she saw the realisation flicker in his eyes, before the horror took him over. This ploy had done the trick. Gravity was faced with an impossible decision wherein he must choose between two average, Tempest pack members. This was going to be exciting, to say the least. Second by second, Florence could almost see the strength in Gravity dripping out of his body like a leaking tap. It made her body quiver with excitement, because he was slowly losing himself. These cowards were aware that one of them would have to die, and neither of them were selfless enough to tell Gravity to choose them. Instead they just shuddered in the corner, like cattle being sent to the slaughterhouse. It was laughable, the way they were staring at her with bulging, wide eyes, half in fear, and the other in fury. Neither of them had the courage to act out of line, as they knew that they'd probably suffer an even more painful death should they attack the leader of the Iris Pride. Florence looked back at Gravity idly when he began to beg her. These were words that Florence bathed in, and she didn't blink in case she missed that look Gravity was giving her. This was going better than she'd expected, actually. Gravity was begging, and that was an accomplishment in itself. As much as Florence wanted to tell him to do all sorts of incredibly and impossible things, as he had mentioned he'd do anything, that was not part of the plan. She wanted one of these dogs dead as soon as Gravity uttered a name. She wanted to see the betrayal, fear, anger in their eyes as Gravity finally sent one to their death sentence. She wanted to see Gravity disgusted and horrified with himself for actually going along with Florence's plans. Then again, Gravity doesn't have much choice in this situation. Either one dies, or they both die. It was a simple bargain. "I don't think you understand my deal, dog," Florence began, walking toward one of the dogs and swiping it around the face. A small yelp resounded around the room, causing Florence to smile. The smell of fresh blood filled the air, and she turned back to Gravity to glare at him, "Either you give me a name, otherwise I'm making them suffer more than you can imagine." It would be rather satisfying to crush their bones and peel their skin away like an orange, but she couldn't. At least, not yet. Her claws were unsheathed, ready for the slaughter as she met Gravity's eyes, daring him to defy her. Florence didn't look away, not once. In fact, she just intensified as she began to walk forward, her teeth bared fractionally as she waited for a name to utter from his lips. "You have one minute and counting." Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven... ___________; the count; 504 the song; you don't miss your water - danyo cummings the characters; grav, florrie the summary; FLORENCE: "GIMME A NAME NAOW. OR THEY ALL DIE." the other; heeeeee -drool-

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/t5iurt.jpg] The sound of the paw of the lioness lashing out at Sarge's face, and the following yelp of pain that echoed between the walls stained with the blood of countless canines, made Gravity feel sick. Despite the knowledge that it served no purpose, he still fought back the pain and forced his body to stand once more. The wolf managed to stumble a few painful steps forward, before he had to stop as the act of moving became too painful. With another surge of will-power he managed to remain standing, one last speck of pride demanding that he should not be kneeling in front of Florence like a servant, when he gave her what she wanted: A name. But even if the entire situation sickened him, it was the look in Cedar's eyes, as the dog and wolf locked gazes across the floor, that made something wither and die within Gravity. For even when drowning in this sea of chaos and blood, there was still a faint sparkle of hope in those brown eyes of the mongrel. One last glimpse of trust beneath the fear - one last belief that the Warden would step up and set things right. But this time, Gravity knew he couldn't. "Amabel?" he asked questioningly as he ripped his eyes from Cedar and directed his gaze towards Sarge. The three dogs had been Fangs of the Tempest Pack, and they had always hunted together. Cedar the naive, Sarge the cynical, and Amabel the fiery. That girl would've thrown herself into the dragon's mouth without hesitation - and this time he was afraid she had. The little shake that Sarge made with his head, confirmed Gravity's fears. The eyelids of the wolf closed briefly as he took a deep breath - pain raking through his body as he did so - and when they opened again something had died within those grey eyes. "I'm so sorry." With those words he turned his head slightly, hate flaring in his gaze as they located Florence. "You give me no choice, so let it be the one on the left,"

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle1.png] WARNING! A very graphic death here. Do not read if this could affect you. The plan was working. As Florence peered into those infinite eyes, she saw Gravity's strength crumbling away like water at a cliff, endlessly eroding at the rock until it eventually gave in. Like the water, Florence never gave up, and like the cliff, Gravity was gradually weakening from her constant torture. Florence had never felt so strong, and as she visually saw Gravity give up, seeing the resignation in his eyes, a shiver ran along her spine. Florence couldn't actually imagine if she was in this situation, and she had to choose between two of her fellow members. Florence probably would've chosen the one that annoyed her more and been done with it, but it seemed Gravity connected with many of his members, even the most boring of ones. As Gravity uttered out a name, Florence remembered speaking with the guards, whom had captured them. They had had to fend off a rival dog, a female with a furious temper, and had had to kill her. The smirk was permanent on Florence's face now, glad that blood had already been shed from the Tempest Pack. Then Gravity continued, and this was the final choice. The dog, Sarge, was to be the sacrifice that Gravity must pay, and she approached the two dogs even as Gravity continued to speak. The fear in both their eyes sparked and flared as they were herded right into the corner, almost submitting to her as they cowered at her presence. This reaction was better than she'd expected, yet she should still see defiance simmering between their fear, longing to lash out and attack her, but knowing better, knowing that the consequences would be terrible. "His blood is to be on your conscience as well, dog." Florence said idly as she fixed her eyes on Sage. His ears were flattened and his tail was tucked between his legs, yet he refused to remove his eye contact. Instead, he stared in the face of his executer and just waited. Florence continued, "You chose him, Gravity. This dog is put to death because of you." With that, Florence pounced on the frightened dog. It wasn't a killing blow, as she wanted to toy with him, much like she would with her prey. Instead, she inflicted blows to his body, bruising and cutting him, but nothing life threatening. They danced about the room, with Sarge knowing there was nowhere to escape. Florence wanted to make a good show to Gravity, and here it was. Each time she snapped at his legs, a loud yelp would resonate from the room. By the time Sarge collapsed, it was from exhaustion instead of inflicted pain. His body matched Gravity's, his stomach rising and falling quickly for much needed breath. Then Florence began to approach once again, muzzle stained with pale blood as she lowered her head. Her teeth clasped around a hind paw and she paused for effect, before clamping down, tasting the iron blood filling her mouth as the bone cracked and snapped. The sound of howling filled the room as she continued up the leg, doing just as she'd threatened. She planned to break the bones in his legs. The howling and yelping and whining continued, as Florence continued. She had moved onto the next hind leg, before the front two, and eventually all four were left, mangled and limp, never to be used again. Sarge was powerless as he lay there, his body quivering from pain and fear. It was impossible to imagine the pain he must be in as Florence used her two front paws to press down against his ribs. This could be the killing blow as she increased the pressure, trapping his lungs and making it harder to breathe. Laboured breaths became for frantic as one by one, like dominoes, each rib creaked and snapped under her weight. A loud, shrill shriek could be heard, before silence echoed across the four walls. Pulling back, Florence looked idly at the body she'd just mangled. The stomach no longer rose and fell, and Sarge's head lay limp against the ground, his eyes glassy and unseeing, with his mouth slightly parted in a silent, warped scream. He'd died with a yelp still coming from his lips. The body before them was perhaps more gruesome than a simple flesh wound to the neck. Despite there being little to no blood, the body was deformed and twisted in a way that no dog should ever be. Her eyes found Gravity's, searching for a reaction to the graphic and horrific death that he just had to witness. ___________; the count; 761 the song; apologise (acoustic version) - boyce avenue the characters; gravity, florrie, sarge and cedar the summary; florence very, VERY graphically kills sarge :3 the other; WEW LONGEST POST ON CR YET <3

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/t5iurt.jpg] Gravity bared his fangs instinctively at Florence's remark as he had to suppress a growl forcing its way up his throat along with the snappy remark that followed in its wake. He kept his tongue because he didn't want to provoke Florence right now. ... and because he knew she was right. Even if he wouldn't say it out loud, he couldn't silence the voice screaming at the back of his mind, that for once... just once... this mad lioness spoke the truth. Gravity's heart bled silent tears for Sarge as Florence neared, her movements slow but with the unstoppable force of an avalanche about to happen. And the wolf knew his chances of stopping her were as high as those he had of stopping a rolling mountain or the tide. She was a natural disaster that he couldn't stop nor evade, just watch helplessly as the inevitable came closer and closer. But even though his brain told him there was nothing he could do, no other option, his body still reacted instinctively when the panicked yelps of the dog filled the room. The gravity of his wounds and the pain that flared with every breath, was forgotten for just a moment, as a mixture of need to help this member of his pack, and rage towards Florence for inflicting such pain upon the dog, rose with a roar to drown out everything else. With a snarl the wolf leaped forward towards Florence's unprotected back, but before he had time to take more than two steps, one of the snow leopards that had been guarding the door crashed into his side with its shoulder, flinging him down on the floor. Gravity had a short déjà vu to a fight much like this just a few days ago, where the result had been much the same. He didn't have time to appreciate the bitter irony though, before everything was devoured by the renewed agony that rolled over his body as he slid along the floor with a yelp of pain. The crunch of bones echoed through the room, hanging in the silence for a second before the nerves in Sarge's leg sent their shriek of burning misery to the brain of the dog, who in turn vocalized that misery and sent it soaring into the room as a shrill howl. At this sound of utter misery Gravity found that his body was forcing itself to a stand again, driven by the power of desperation as he tried to move towards Florence and the dog on the floor. But once more he was stopped by the leopard, and once more the floor came flying towards him, his howl echoing that of Sarge's. Gravity lost track of time and the number of occasions where he fought himself to a stand to find the snow leopard as ready as ever to re-introduce him with the cold stone. Every yelp, every howl, every sickening crunch as bones snapped, cut right through every defense he had ever erected, and slashed another cut in his already bleeding heart. This wasn't an execution, this was inhuman. This was hell. And he had dragged these two dogs right into the middle of the flames. Finally blessed silence descended upon the little room and the creatures occupying it: Florence, standing crouched over the limb body. Cedar, crumbled in the corner, small whimpering sounds coming from his shaking frame. The snow leopard, stationed near Gravity with eyes wide from the horror he had just witnessed, but with no intentions of going against his leader... and Gravity, lying on the floor, panting with a mixture of exhaustion and horror, his thick pelt stained with blood that slowly made its way down his flanks to drip to the floor. The normally piercing grey eyes shone glassy underneath half-closed eyelids, as if even the effort of keeping his eyes open were to much for him. It was clear that this wolf had given everything he had in the attempt to stop what was happening. And it was obvious that it had made no difference. Word Count: 674

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencetop3.png] The gruesome death that was taking place was doing the trick. Florence hadn't expected Gravity to react so violently. His wounds meant nothing as he leaped for Florence, trying to stop her from causing any further pain to Sarge, yet a leopard managed to block the attack and pin him to the ground. Florence just sneered down at him, each time the attack was defended and he was unable to reach her. It was amazing that he'd worked up so much anger that his body had gone into auto, acting upon instincts and ignoring the burning pains that seared through his body. It did intrigue her, and Florence wished she had more time to study this odd behaviour that Gravity was just starting to show. By the time the Tempest member was dead, Florence eventually spun around to look at what had become of the might Warden. What she saw made her heart sing with pride and her eyes shine with excitement. Success! Padding forward slowly, she jerked her head in the leopard's direction, a silent dismissal. The feline moved, stationing itself by the door but still keeping a slightly horrified, watchful eye over the both of them. Florence could see how shaken up the cat was for witnessing that, but it was no worse than toying with a mouse before killing it. Just because this dog was far bigger than a mouse, it became a taboo then? You wouldn't treat prey any better than you would treat Sarge, so what was the problem? Florence played with her food for fun, just like many cats, and Florence had played with Sarge to watch him suffer, much like a mouse. There wasn't a problem. Yet as she cast her eyes down the defeated dog, whose eyes at glassed over and were seeing sightlessly into oblivion, a small, curling smile flashed along her face. Her body relaxed, tension leaving her aching muscles as she stared down at the broken wolf. That was what he was: broken. It had been like walking on creaking ice, watching as the cracks began to form under her weight, before it all finally became too much and the ice gave way beneath her, revealing the storm of emotions underneath. However, once those emotions were gone, this was what Florence had been left with. A mushy pile of ice, that was no use to anyone. Too broken and weak to repair the pieces. The old Gravity was lost, and now the new Gravity was going to be very, very different. "I believe I've made my message very clear, dog." She began, sounding thoughtful yet victorious, "I am the victor here. You caused this death. It didn't have to be him." Her eyes laughed tauntingly, before he looked towards the cowering dog in the corners, quivers racking its torso as it tried to keep itself together. He would be scarred with life, the images burnt into the back of his mind, never to be unseen. Florence hadn't just corrupted one dog, but she had corrupted two. She had killed two birds with one stone: an accomplishment she never expected to find. "Take that worthless dog away." She commanded to the leopard, "He should go and tell the rest of the Tempest Pack what has happened. Tell him their Warden is a broken mess, that should never lead again." ___________; the count; 556 the song; none ;o the characters; gravity, florence, cedar, snow leopard the summary; FLORENCE IS ALL LIKE "MWUAHAHAHAHA." the other;

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