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The ghostly vixen just stared and walked forward before passing right through the doberman towards the mouse. She left behind an unnatural feeling in the man. Unmoved by any of the fur's words, she just slowly walked up to the mouse and circled around her, trailing her ghostly finger across Cindy's body. After a few times around, she stopped in front of the mouse, staring right through her with piercing eyes.

"Is that anyway to treat your hosts?" she said softly and emotionless.

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Winston: What?

He had been staring at her tight rear as she walked past him and had not heard what he said and still did not hear any of the other voices or noises in the mansion.

Pachs watched the statue beginning to move and simply thought of what to do...he had been trying to figure out a way to help them for years...but nothing had worked so far.

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The antics of the restless spirit did not amuse Josh, in fact he was down right terrified. The whisper in his ear sent a shock down his spine, causing his body to tremble. It also caused him to pull the trigger of his device, but the device failed to go off, and for the best for he couldn't see where he was aiming. His goggles had been shut off and smacked against his face, a cruel antic of one of the spirits. The goggles smacking up against his face had also caused him to yelp. He began to stumble about swinging in a dazed and confused manner until he slipped upon the dusty floor of the rundown manor, the fall knocking him unconscious.

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Dorian's appearance and the fact that he messed with one of the intruders, made Grimm laugh and dissapear from the statue. With a smirk on his face from a job well done and amusement in his expression, the statue stopped it's glowing eyes and oozing blood in the blink of an eye, not a soul having noticed anything. The sudden appearance of the mousette before the statue though made Grimm actually smile to himself some more and slowly peak his head out from the large block of art.

"Well, well, well! Look what we have here!"

A pair of ghostly hands actually seemed to stretch out of nowhere, their vivid transparence making it all too hard to get a clear look at them as they literaly went through the mousette's clothing. As they did so, the sounds of threads snapping and pulling away from her bust were all to plainly heard in the silence as the hands that did the work grapped a firm hold of her breasts. The feeling of supple flesh on his ghostly hands brought back good memories of when he did this himself back in the days when he roamed Bon Bon, but for now, he would have to make do with teasing the mousette, cupping her breasts firmly and pinching her nipples within his fingers. And while this happened, a slight laughter could be heard from the statue itself.

As she went up ahead, believing that the Cat followed her, she stopped short of one of the hallways. It was way too dark to see anything and as such, was forced to stop. Instincively, Marietta called out to the Cat to see if she was with him. She didn't know that she was now at a fair distance, even though she should be within earshot of him.

"Stick close, m'love. This place is dark as is and it wouldn't do to get lost."

Why would she even bother going in without any reason? More so, why would she speak out to this stranger so freely? Maybe she had reasons, or maybe she was just too trusting of strangers. Nevertheless, her hands dug deep inside a hidden pocket within her skirt, pulling out a small yet portable flashlight with a powerful flash of it's own and as the Battery powered object sprang to life, the first thing her eyes saw was the old and rusted armor of an olden knight, holding an axe in her direction. The sight alone made her stumble down and fall harshly on her ass with a loud scream to boot.

"EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

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It was official, it was time for a tactical retreat. Ein shuddered as he felt the ectoplasim on his body as the ghost walked past him. The Doberman took a deep breath as he sheafed his knife and put the light back on his belt and took the moment to take in the situation. he noded to him self as he walked up to Josh and grabed him by the collar of his shirt to drag him away as he was trained to. "Cindy, lets move." he said very clearly to Cindy as he pulled her at her arm with his free hand in order to pull the two towards the hall way, "And i am not going to leave the two of you behind!"

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Dorian was laughing very hard as he watched them from above. Seeing the Doberman try to drag the one he called Cindy away, he grinned and then appeared in from of the Doberman. Smiling Dorian's piercing eyes looked deeply into the Doberman's. Then with a firm, and powerful voice Dorian said.

"Sit down, please, the party has only just begun. We would hate for you to miss out on all the.. fun."

Dorian said with a smile.

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Cindy was trembling. The cold touch of the ghostly vixen's finger, as she trailed it over the mouse's body while circling her, sent shivers through Cindy's body. She stared straight forward, feeling her mind tear her in two directions. Her body seemed to be begging her to turn and run, but something rooted her in place, held her steadfast and defiant in the face of these supernatural bullies.

"Is this anyway to treat your guests?" Cindy retorted. Her voice was firm and almost demanding as she replied to the vixen's words.

When the second spectral being wafted down from the statue, she saw a wicked lust in his haunting eyes. Cindy's lungs filled with chill air as she gasped, her top being torn from her body and leaving her large breasts totally exposed. But as the panther wrapped his cold, translucent fingers around her ample bust, her gasp turned to a slight moan. The cold touch of his hands sent waves of shivering pleasure through her nipples and sparked an explosion of desire in her loins.

Her legs began to tremble as she clenched her thighs tightly, feeling the desire grow rapidly between her legs.

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Dusk just closed her eyes and sighed in disappointment. She thought this new group would be different, but they were just the same as the last. Sex loving kids in her eyes. She turned and walked away from the group before fading away into the cold air.

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Hearing the Otter Scream Winston ran out and saw the suit of armor with the axe pointed at her. He began to laugh loudly at the sight sending echos through the entire house.

Winston: You got scared by this thing....

He walks up next to her still laughing..

Winston: This thing is so old I don't even think it could move without turning to dust...

He kicks it with his shoe and it makes a clang and then suddenly tips over on top of him and he lets out a scream as he suit of armor falls on top of him. The Axe nearly cutting off his tail as it hit the floor with a loud clang. and the rest of the armor on top o f him as he lays on the ground.

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Josh began to come to, his head quite groggy from the blow he took when he slipped. A bit of pain pulsed from the back oh his head where his skull had came in contact with the dusty floor the old mansion. He felt a force tugging his collar. He looked up to the one with a hold of his collar, it was the doberman he had only just met a half hour ago. A pulse of pain forced Josh to avert his gaze and return his head to a less strained position. The pulse receded and Josh began to look for the lovely mouse girl. He looked to his left and there she was, being violated by the specters, the spirits were more restless in some ways than in others. Josh felt dirty and wrong for just looking, his flesh enjoyed the sight, but nevertheless he was disturbed.
"I can't allow this to happen, I'm suppose to be an expert about these phantasms, but look at me I'm on my ass and being rescued by someone," he thought to himself. "The indecency of those ghosts, the poor mouse, I must put an end to this," the goal crying out in his head. Another pulse of pain caused Josh to grit his teeth, he didn't know if he had a concussion, but even if he did it wouldn't be his primary concern. Josh reached into his dusty orange pockets and pulled out a canister from each. These canisters were theoretical, when triggered they'd release a cloud of charged ions. In theory this cloud would temporarily disrupt the ectoplasmic structure of the ghosts, more of an annoyance than a weapon, but it might give Cindy and them a chance to get away. Josh pulled the pins from the two canisters and rolled them under Cindy's feet. His head again pulsed with pain, but he kept his gaze towards his canisters and Cindy, he could see her legs trembling, either from fear, pleasure, pain, or cold, he didn't know he just wanted an end to assault.

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As the spectral panther began to enjoy himself by sexually pleasing the mousette, something suddenly struck him as odd. As a ghost, he actually began to choke! With a few chokes, his hands were pressed free from the mousette's bosom and forced back within the statue.

"Gwack! What is this shit!?"

A few more coughs followed and his transparent body slowly began making itself more easily seen, his black fingers being all that could've been seen as it dissapeared within the olden statue bit. His body continued to float backwards, flying all the way into the second floor with the same annoying cough as he was covered in the strangeness of whatever it was that was thrown from those canisters. Just what were they? What were they doing to Grimm? Slowly, Grimm struggled in dark air on the second floor in one of the many, dust covered rooms. With more coughs that wracked the entire floor, his body continued to slowly become more easily visible as it lowered itself upon touching the floor. The most unexpected thing to happen just did. His hands slowly went up to rub his face. When the sudden feeling of fur brushing against fur pad was felt through his skin, he realized what had just happen.

"Whoa!! I'm real!?"

The crashing down of the armor actually made her scream again in terror.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!"

As the axehead came tumbling down, a few whiskers had actually been nicked from her face cleanly, leaving a barely visible impression of her face on the rusted shine of the axe. Worse yet, whoever this man was, he didn't realize that he and the armor whole had fallen atop her. Her perfectly round behind was right beneath his head as she began to struggle madly at the crushing weight beneath.

"Ack! Get offa' me!!!! I'm not a comfy couch!!!"

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Ein Growled at the ghost of Dorian as he looked at him. 'I have no loyalty to you, so you cant tell me what to do..." he yelled at the ghost that was in his way. Then Joshes grenade worked it's magic as Ein took the moment to see the result. "Good one Josh," he said as he help the wolf up on to his feet and then Grabed ahold of Cindy and pulled her away towards the hall way. "This is our best chance, lets go!" Ein said to both Cindy and Josh as he draged Cindy along with him, past Dorian's ghost.

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Dorian was grinning at the Doberman's words, feeling ever so clever. Then as the smoke rose, it hit Dorian, with one loud cough, he began to stumble. Thrashing his arm out at the living ones, he attempted to try and get them away. However he simply stumbled backwards. Hissing at the living ones, till he eventually fell back on the door.

"Get away from me... you worthless *cough* little.. *cough* BEASTS!"

His coughing grew louder, and he eventually fell down on his hands and knees. Little did Dorian know that his body was slowly becoming visible, then as he coughed. Dorian Theodore Longstreet, opened his eyes. First he saw the tainted and dirty marble floor. As it had always been, then opening his eyes wider, Dorian then spotted a small silver thread, or so he thought and as his eyes followed it, he noticed it went back to his hand, which he then noticed was now silver, his original fur color.

Dorian's eyes shot wide open, then as his senses returned to him he felt the cold floor beneath him, and then lifting up his hand. Which was now trembling, he touched his face. Felling his mustache, he brushed it, just trying to make sure it was there. Then looking down at himself, he saw a green Vest, black trousers, a tie, and a white shirt. Then touching his clothing, which was the clothing he had died in. He noticed it was still in the same condition it had been before. Then as all these things hit Dorian a huge smile slowly came across Dorian's face, and slowly, he began to laugh. The shrill, and raspy voice that at one point had been Dorian's during his years as a ghost. Slowly began to turn back to normal, not without a few coughing fits in between. He was simply overjoyed, he felt alive again. A feeling he had been jealous of for many years since his death. Then after a few minutes he stood up, and with his broad shoulders, and his long bushy golden tipped tail. He straightened his back, which cracked and popped. He looked at them and then with a gentle, and kind voice like he once had along with a kind smile. Dorian said.

"Which one of you threw that canister?"

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Cindy coughed as the thin smoke from the canister rose up like a smoke bomb. As the ghosts seemed to retreat from it, the mouse regained some of her senses and clasped her arms across her now exposed bust. When the Doberman pulled her away, she followed eagerly, not looking back. With one arm futilely covering her breasts, Cindy allowed herself to be led by the other arm deeper into the house where she could hear screams and loud crashing coming from. As she ran, her breasts bounced free and the mouse gave up trying to hide her body and focused on supporting her ample breasts instead.

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The ghostly vixen was perched up on the statue's shoulders and out of reach of the gas that emitted from the canisters. She just sat and watched the furs below scramble away from the increasing gas.

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Winston had imagined the suit of armor had attacked him for kicking him and he was fighting him off he pushed the suit of armor off him after leaving a dent in the helmet. As he imagined his victory over the knight felt the softness of the otter underneath him and he suddenly seemed to transport to a giant parade in his honor for having defeated the knight and he was seating in a convertible while resting his head between the large breasts of two lovely Cats and he turned with a grin as the car made its way through the street with people cheering him. He put out his tongue and licked at the Cats breast.

But in reality he was still pinned under the large suit of armor having landed on the Otter and still pinning her. He had turned and licked her soft butt with his rough tongue and moaned slightly as he laughed under his breath.

Winston: Don't mind if I do ladies...

He began to rub the otters butt thinking her was feeling up the two Cats breasts. But he was still looking up at the ceiling laying with his head on the poor otters butt as his hands groped at her tight ass as he did.

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Pachs appeared next to Dusk as she looked down at the group of the others and saw how the gas was turning them real again. With Dorian occupied for a while he thought this was the perfect time to speak with her.

Pachs: Dusk; do you really think scaring every fur you see will make you feel any better...it never really did when you where alive...why would it change when your dead?

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Having been helped to his feet Josh, began to flee the scene, the ion cloud was thinning. "I wonder what my canisters did exactly, but getting killed to find out doesn't fit into my plans very well," he thought to himself. His head still throbbed painfully, his vision blurred with each pulse of pain. Being the book worm he was this was the first time he felt serious pain. His objective now was to follow his fleeing companions. However the disorientation he was experiencing from the blow to his head prevented him from doing so. He staggered from the foyer down a hallway he believed his companions went down. He kept following the hallway , but the absence of Cindy and Ein became discouraging to him. "I've got to lay down for a few minutes," he said to himself. He turned to one of the many doors of the hallway, he entered through searching for a place to lay down. The room contained a dusty moth eaten bed, not much but given the circumstances Josh didn't care. He went in and crashed on the bed, the rusty springs releasing a horrid creak. He again passed out.

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Such thrill, such feeling, it all too hard to believe. His body was back and it was flesh and blood to boot. His hands glided down from his face to his body, his clothes, his weapons, every single scar he had. It was all there. Everything was right it was supposed to be and as a small smile crept from the bottom of his mouth, the panther leapt in the air with a scream that shook the mansion itself.

"I am back baby!!!!!"

Sadly enough though, he didn't realize that he was a ghost no longer for his body came back to aged floors and in turn, crashing down through them. A short scream followed after, seeing as he plummeted down a long way and ironically, just into the hallway the others ran into as his cold body smashed down heavily, face first. With little effort, he slowly lifted himself up and began to rub his face.

"Ow.....ow.....ow.....forgot that this hurts.....ow...."

Even his snow jacket had been slightly torn by the jagged edges of the wood above.

Marietta struggled madly at the weight above her, the young female obviously not accoustomed to something so heavy above while her face was covered in every inch with dust and dirt.

"Will you get off alre- Ahh....!"

Her face pulled up briskly in surprise as his rough feline tongue did what it did. A gasp of both surprise and pleasure was heard, his hands grabbing firmly against her cheeks. She was unable to do anything against and it wasn't because she couldn't move, but rather the surprise took her unexpectedly, leaving her a subject to this strange cat in seconds.

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Ein panted as he stoped in the hall way and let go of Cindy's hand. He took the moment to see Cindy in the hall with him, and a pile of what use to be an old armor to see two people in it. He couldnt help but sigh as he took off his U.S. army jacket and Handed it to Cindy before casiusly walking towards the pile of rusted metal and started dig the two out metal part by part. That is untell the figure fell threw the celling onto the floor, forceing him to sheild his face from debry. "This keeps getting more and more F.U.B.A.Red." the doberman annoyingly groned to him self as he look at the situation and the figure. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked the panther as he kneeled down to check him.

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Dorian just looked int the thin smoke as it vanished. Looking around he licked his lips.

"No matter.... where is that cane,"

Dorian was frantically running around trying to get collected. Then snapping his fingers he smiled.

"That's right I left it by my bed before I died."

Dorian then as he was about to head upstairs, stopped in his tracks.

"But my books I don't think I have read any in the den for years now, why I think I should, I need a book, and.. and... um... A FIRE!! yes that's it a fire. by the fireplace, I mean in it, and um."

Dorian said as he ran across the dirty marble floors of the foyer.

"And.... um, oh yes I need to play my piano in the ballroom. What else what else, um, probably should tune it first though"

Dorian said running around, then he stopped and looked around the room he was in, it was dirty, dusty, the wallpaper was peeling off, the windows where boarded up, and the place looked horrid. Then with a sigh he yelled out.

"Cassandra!!!!.... Josephine!!!"

Dorian stood scratching his head wondering where his two best maids where. Then he remembered.

"Oh right they're dead.. um"

Coming back to his senses, and shaking his head, he twiddled his mustache. Fixed his vest and then cracking his neck. He turned around looked down the hallway which the Wolf had vanished down and said.

"OF COURSE!!"

Walking down it he quickly saw the puff of dust released from one of the rooms. Turning to it, he saw a wolf laying on the cooks bed to the kitchen. Entering the room, he opened a nearby cabinet, pulled out some wine and a glass. Pouring some, he took a sip and then quickly downed the rest of the drink. He then pulled out of his coat pocket a pipe and tobacco, along with a match and then with quick motion with the match, Dorian lit his pipe, and inhaled deeply. With a content sigh he looked to the Wolf and said.

"Do you know how long I have missed this, how long I have missed being alive."

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"... it's invaders like this that took everything from me. Nothing will stop me. Not you. Not Dorian. No one." the vixen said before vanishing into the chilled air. In the hallway where everyone had ran off the fox appeared out of a small fog that was on the floor. She was staring angrily at every fur in the area, simply growling rather loudly.

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Winston grinned as his hands pinched both of her cheeks lightly and sat up and turned around on his hands and knees pushing the armor off him and looked at the Otter as his sight refocuses on the reality and saw her butt pointing at him and the look on her face from his licking and his eyes shined thinking of things he could do to her. He still didn't hear anything going on around him and his vision was so focused on the Otters tight cute butt that he didn't see anything else ether.

Winston: My..my..my....I can see your presenting yourself for me....guessing you want me to give you a very special gift.

The clear erection in his pants could been seen as he walked on his hands and knees closer to her.
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Pachs let out a sigh that went unheard to others as he vanished again and began to think and wander trying to solve the one problem that had haunted him for all these years.

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Josh remained passed-out upon the dust bed he had found. As he rested
dark images crawled into his mind.
He dreamed he was wondering about a graveyard. Heavy fog shrouded his body from the waist down, the tops of headstones were all around him. The air was chilled and no stars could be seen the black night sky. The ghastly fog illuminated his surroundings, his heart pounded viciously against the walls of his chest, he was full of fear and dread, yet he couldn't determine the source of his panic. He stumbled about the grave yard, occasionally stubbing his foot against a head stone, or grazing his knees against the rough eroded. stone of the grave markers
Something was compelling him through the ghastly graveyard, pulling him deeper and deeper into the fog.
It felt like years to him, but he eventually stumbled upon what had been drawing him, an open freshly dug grave. His feet had stooped just before the open hole, the smell of rich moist earth filled his nostrils.
He squatted sown to peer into the hole.
The hole was empty, its sides were composed of dark, black nutrient rich dirt. He then glanced up at the tombstone, to his shock his own named was engraved into the granite of the headstone.
Icy cold beads of sweat trickled down his neck, the hairs of his neck bristled.
Then the silence of the night was broken by the cruel dainty laughter of a woman. Josh rose up and came face to face with a shrouded figure.
The figure stood upon the top of his headstone, leaning over the open grave to stare Josh in the face with cold , turquoise luminescent eyes.

A cold depressive feeling flowed into Josh's being, his heart slowing down to a passive pace, his body felt numb and lifeless.

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Giving his head a few shakes, he suddenly got a little spooked to see a fur right besides him, something that was surprising for he was a 'spook' just a few seconds ago. With so much as a little twitch and a little one hand stand, Grimm got back on his feet. If anything, it was he enjoyed to do in life.

"Oh, sorry 'bout my grand entrance, mate! Can't say these rickety old walls could sustain a real macho like me! Name's Grimm Locke, mate."

His hands went to the sides and a large, wide smile brimmed from his face to the glimmer of pearly whites. This was none other than Grimm Locke, back to life once more and better yet, these guests had no idea.

All rational thinking was drained from the otter for a few seconds of pleasure, forgetting all that had transvered, including the suit of armor that fell atop them. The instant his rough tongue pulled away, her mind was set straight and the wight seemingly vanished. Suddenly, the feeling that someone was behind her was the first thing that she could feel and with no hesitation whatsoever, her right leg kicked back with full force, the boots she wore making contact with something hard. Whatever it was, she hit it fairly hard, enough to make a painfull impression.

"What the hell was that!?"

Finally was it that she turned around and blushed slightly. She had kicked none other than the cat whom she met. The thought of saying sorry came to mind, but as she realized what had happened and what he had done, her face grew a tad bit angry.

"Serves you right for taking advantage of me!"

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Ein wondered why this Grimm person was wearing very dated style cloths, but soon Shruged it off. "Well Mr. Locke, if you dont mind, can you please help me gets these two out of that pile of was i can only guess was a sute of armor?" he kindly asked Grimm before returning to the pile to return to digging the two out of the metal. As he did so every few moments he would look at Cindy to see if she was alright as he saw that she was alright he would return to digging the two out fealing sympathetic and wish ther was some thing he could do to help her, but he was just as helpless as she was to the ghosts and knew that if it wasnt for Josh, it would have been compleatly one sided.

Cindy got close to the group and griped the jacket that Ein handed to her over her breasts. She couldnt help but shiver as she could only imagine of what could have happened if the wolf didnt throw that gas grenade to make the ghosts scater and the doberman didnt pull her away from the danger. With every thought made her grip the jacket with fear seens it help to give her some fealing of protection.

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Dorian grinned, and seeing the ghostly images of his two maids pointed at Josh, and winked.

"Keep him entertained will you ladies."

Then walking out of the room, he shut the door behind him. Then looking out across the hall he saw Dusk, walking up to her quickly he tried to put his arms around her but stopped midway. Seeing she was still a ghost. Smiling shyly, he spoke to his former wife.

"Hello Dusk"

Meanwhile the ghostly girls watched over the wolf in his sleep, one kissed his cheek. While the other unbottoned his shirt.

Cassandra: "I think we will have some fun with this one... don't you think." The Vixcen said

Josephine: "Indeed Cassandra, much fun indeed hehehe" said the bunny naughtily.

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The vixen's ghost was just floating slightly off the floor in the hall, simply watching everyone when she was poked. She turned her head slightly so Dorian could see her eyes. She growled angrily as she stared at him, her piercing eyes looking through his soul. She turned back around and disappeared, vanished into the air once more.

Once more where the main group of furs were, a woman's disembodied voice called out to them. This time much. much angrier "Get.. out." the voice said as the ax dropped by the armor was lifted up off the ground, silently floating in the air before being quickly thrown forward. An an instant, the ax flew forward a skimmed the doberman's left side. Only some hair was trimmed off. No real damage but the ax was moving fast enough to lodge itself into the wall a good foot.

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When the Otters foot connected with his balls his vision went black for a few seconds and he fell to the ground on his side clutching them as he couldn't breath all that came out where sharp gasps as he tried to not scream from the pain. He didn't hear the voice of Dusk nor anything else all he knew was his balls where on fire right now and for the life of him couldn't remember why...

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Josh began to stir from his rest, the visions of the graveyard faded away, the image of the shrouded figure lingered. However this figure too faded away when two luminescent figures hovered about him. These spirits were different, bringing warmth and feeling back into his body. As they hovered around him, he had the sensation that he was being touched, a touch as light as a butterfly's wing. Josh opened his eyes slowly, the vision of two ghostly maids came to his sight. His head was still quite sore but the painful throbs seemed to have subsided as he became more aware of the translucent maids. He looked to them with a half way grin on his face.