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RObyn smirked "Petty kitty" she jeered again,Forcing ehrself not to laugh "Go play with a ball of wool"

Izzy was filled with a new rage. She would kill her, she really would. She ran back to Robyn, anger lkending her extra spped. Her blood was boiling and everything was tainted red by bloodlust. She leapt at robyn, clawing down the side of her face before she had time to react, even wiith her ultra fast reflexes. She attacked her and a frenzied flurry of claws and teeth, slashing and biting. Letting out hissees and yowls every now and then. She had let her wild side come out, a side that had almost never reared it's ugly head before, but now it had, and it was bad. She kept on attacking, only wanting to cause the vampire as much pain as possible. She didn't even feel her own wounds, all she cared about was RObyn's.

Within second RObyn had been in a branch. She watched iZzy Violently attacking the tree and smirked.

Izzy immediatly started climbing the tree after Robyn, filled with even more rage than before. She was glad to see she had already inflicted some pretty big wounds. She resumed her attack more furiously, but also more carefully.

Robyn kicked her to teh ground hard "Go away"

Izzy got up quickly, then bit her hard, breaking skin and almost biting it completely off. She spat on the ground after letting go, trying to clear her mouth of Robyn's acrid taste. She looked at Ronyn, and smirked. "See ya," she said snidely, then sisappeared into the fog.

Robyn stook her nose in the air and ignored her painful rm

Izzy ran into the fog, the cold wind picking up and biting into her fur, flinging ice particles in her face, making it sting and smart. Her paws were numb again, and she was now aware of her own wounds. Her paws sank deep into snow, and the wind was a screeching howl. SH ecould barely see in front of her. Cra*, she thought. It was going to be a blizzard.

RObyn Went inside a hollowed out tree for some shelter. She looked out and Sighed

Izzy looked around hopefully for some sign of shelter, but she could see none. She couldn't see anything. She sat down, feeling the cold wind bite into her, chilling her. She morphed into humann, her blood flowing a bit faster as she did so, warming her up slightly. She saw a little hollow blocked by some rocks. That would have to suffice. She crouched ddown underneath it, then morphed again, her fur coat keeping her warmer than her coat anyway.

Robyn Lent her ehad back agaisntr the wood and closed her eyes slightly, She couldnt feel the cold but she didnt want to be out in that

Izzy leaned against the rock, the cold surface leeching away her body heat, but protecting her from the harsh wind. Win some, lose some, she thought. The wind howled around her, screeching and throwing a few stray ice crystals in her face. Her fur was already freezing over a bit, and the small reserve of heat the rage had left her was gone. She felt numb, and she longed for a better shelter. But she couldn't move, because she might never find her way back here again, if there wasn't any other shelter. She shivered uncontrably. This was the last time she would ever go to Alaska, if she survived this, and resisted hypothermia.

Robyn Started to whistle almost cheerfully. She pressed her back against the treee and Yawned. She hadnt realised until now but d*mn she was tuired

Izzy felt misrable, and the racking shudders that coursed through her body grew more and more violent. She felt a pocket of unexpected warmth open up inside her, and felt almost tired. Like she had run 10 miles or something. Hypothermia, her brain thought sluggishly. She needed to get warm so bad, but there wasn't a way to do that. She looked around blearily, spotting a dark figure through the harsh snow and ice. She inched oward it, hypothermia slowing her and making it hardder to move. Plus she was numb. She saw it was a dark tree, that was all. A tree. She almost cried out in dispair. There wasn't a cave, or something that would trap whatever little body heat she had left and warm her. She collapsed against the tree, ready to give in.

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