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 مزید Homestuck format it taken with it being written in 2nd person. ڈیٹس اپ will be sporadic and let me know what آپ think. Enjoy آپ basic bitches.
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"Po-pole," آپ wheezed against your fogging screen.
"Pole activated."
آپ lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the wolves follow upon suite, clawing against the soil just to gain any sort of momentum to tear آپ down but آپ were train better, taught smarter then these mutts. Landing firming on your heels, آپ slide to halt.
"Snow White!" Charm boom against the oak آپ left behind.
"Danger, Danger," Your screen echoed.
But your mind was gone. Escaping your mental state, آپ 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 بھیڑیا with a blind eye. Leaning foreword, آپ leapt.
Wind whipping against your face, tearing your ڈاکو, ہڈ down only to release the screams hollering from your throat. The white and black بھیڑیا respond with a snarl and a pounce of their own. The white ahead and bigger, with مزید scars then the bleaker black. آپ assume this was the black's first hunt. As آپ drew closer to the white, آپ slam the underside of the pole on سب, سب سے اوپر of her crown giving آپ the allowance to slide along her spine. At the butt of her tail, آپ gave a twist of your torso and a kick in the skull. This is almost too easy for what آپ expected.
Bringing your other feet, آپ 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 آپ wear this despite your yearning for his old mask, but no. آپ have to get a مزید "modern" and "safe" software. Annoying. Sighing, the deepest of sighs, آپ place your index and middle against your earmuff and click the message away. Afterwards, آپ return the pole and retracted the entire ensemble. Charm's handmade gun یا rather everything-in-one-simple-gun.
"Why do آپ walk like a human, do آپ have no pride of your tribe!" The brown بھیڑیا snarled, "tell me little one! Are آپ not Amara's daughter!"
آپ 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, آپ 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. آپ drop one knee down and toss the barrel upward. Shot twice then barrel roll foreword.
The shots missed! Impossible! Your ears twitched and before آپ know it, "DANGER."
"BONNIE!"
That rookie of a black بھیڑیا took آپ down. He wasn't dead, that kick was strong enough to take on dad! Deeper and deeper آپ scale the mountain ledge, آپ realise what danger آپ were looking for and before آپ can rely the message. The screen dug into your skin, deeper then the بھیڑیا claw down your eye.
Your name is Bonnie and you're going to fall to your death سے طرف کی a wolf.
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"Po-pole," آپ wheezed against your fogging screen.
"Pole activated."
آپ lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the wolves follow upon suite, clawing against the soil just to gain any sort of momentum to tear آپ down but آپ were train better, taught smarter then these mutts. Landing firming on your heels, آپ slide to halt.
"Snow White!" Charm boom against the oak آپ left behind.
"Danger, Danger," Your screen echoed.
But your mind was gone. Escaping your mental state, آپ 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 بھیڑیا with a blind eye. Leaning foreword, آپ leapt.
Wind whipping against your face, tearing your ڈاکو, ہڈ down only to release the screams hollering from your throat. The white and black بھیڑیا respond with a snarl and a pounce of their own. The white ahead and bigger, with مزید scars then the bleaker black. آپ assume this was the black's first hunt. As آپ drew closer to the white, آپ slam the underside of the pole on سب, سب سے اوپر of her crown giving آپ the allowance to slide along her spine. At the butt of her tail, آپ gave a twist of your torso and a kick in the skull. This is almost too easy for what آپ expected.
Bringing your other feet, آپ 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 آپ wear this despite your yearning for his old mask, but no. آپ have to get a مزید "modern" and "safe" software. Annoying. Sighing, the deepest of sighs, آپ place your index and middle against your earmuff and click the message away. Afterwards, آپ return the pole and retracted the entire ensemble. Charm's handmade gun یا rather everything-in-one-simple-gun.
"Why do آپ walk like a human, do آپ have no pride of your tribe!" The brown بھیڑیا snarled, "tell me little one! Are آپ not Amara's daughter!"
آپ 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, آپ 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. آپ drop one knee down and toss the barrel upward. Shot twice then barrel roll foreword.
The shots missed! Impossible! Your ears twitched and before آپ know it, "DANGER."
"BONNIE!"
That rookie of a black بھیڑیا took آپ down. He wasn't dead, that kick was strong enough to take on dad! Deeper and deeper آپ scale the mountain ledge, آپ realise what danger آپ were looking for and before آپ can rely the message. The screen dug into your skin, deeper then the بھیڑیا claw down your eye.
Your name is Bonnie and you're going to fall to your death سے طرف کی a wolf.
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
دن unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.