<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968</id><updated>2009-11-06T13:27:45.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Catting About</title><subtitle type='html'>*Meow*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-2020755045852991661</id><published>2007-02-27T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:43:59.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampi&apos;s mansion on fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotstuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brolly'/><title type='text'>A busy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s1600-h/panart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s200/panart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036334941745964962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-is-my-son-logan.html"&gt;Goten and Bra came  over…..   "Host Stuff I missing….  No one can find his Ki," Bra was almost in tears and starting to show….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly and I joined the search….  Bra had called Bulma and asked if Logan had harmed HS or seen him….&lt;br /&gt;After looking non-stop all night we met up at Chi Chi's house….  After fresh coffee was passed around we looked at Vampi she was tired and at wits end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miari, Justice isn't answering the damn phone!" Vampi sighed almost as if she realized it wasn't Justice she was angry with, "She has been left at home alone all night, I think I better go….   She probably sat up all night crying with worry about Hot Stuff…. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi kissed Miari as he said that he should call Stark and tell him he WOULD not be in, not until he found his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for his cell he realized the battery was dead and it was off….    "Damn HS could have been trying to call.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi stopped as if she was trying to will into existence that HS did call and leave a message that he was safe at home with Justice…  Plug up the charger, Miari checked his messages he had 20…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampi collapsed in tears prematurely in a chair, "&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-is-in-hell.html"&gt;Hot stuff&lt;/a&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miari then realized it wasn't from their son, but from Stark and ….  Black Widow…  He read the Urgent SMS….&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-is-fraid-of-big-bad-corru.html"&gt;   CORRU have returned JUSTICE IS IN DANGER!&lt;/a&gt;  Call me or Fury…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSoSySn57I/AAAAAAAAACw/zQ22yprvdU0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSoSySn57I/AAAAAAAAACw/zQ22yprvdU0/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036335323998054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read aloud the message I saw him and Vampi's flash with fear….   "Goku Take me and Brolly too.. Brolly can help if the Corru are there!"  I said grabbing him as I saw the finger go to his head and realized he was teleporting Vampi and Miari….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us arrived to find the mansion in flames…..  Brolly flew to get a water truck and the rest of us ran into the mansion….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JUSTICE!" Vampi called and Miari stopped….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her Ki isn't here, Its…..  I think I know where she is.." Miari yelled over the flames ….. Brolly was carrying a water truck and emptied it over the mansion putting out the flames…  The damage is minimal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly hearing a whimper found a dog….  "Its Hoser.." Miari said and then Vampi pointed at Zombie…  They were both alive but injured badly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brolly took them to a Vet while we teleported to Justice….   A woman named Linda West explained where they found Justice this mourning…. Suddenly our ears was ringing with…  "VAMPI!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The adventure is continued here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/"&gt; Vampi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/"&gt;HS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trunks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;a href="http://runasfast-asyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidflash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-2020755045852991661?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/2020755045852991661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=2020755045852991661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/2020755045852991661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/2020755045852991661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-night.html' title='A busy night'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/ReSn8iSn56I/AAAAAAAAACo/JV_AANXLh7k/s72-c/panart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-1305418247425587763</id><published>2007-02-19T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:44:01.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightwing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakulon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brolly'/><title type='text'>Meeting Nightwing</title><content type='html'>Brolly and I have been living together and dating…  I decided to bring him to Drakulon and introduce him to my clan and tribe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s1600-h/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s200/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237965954385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmoJEa4h2I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWhKOwcOorY/s1600-h/broly3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmoJEa4h2I/AAAAAAAAABc/lWhKOwcOorY/s200/broly3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238932322027362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrive in the City where 99.9% of the population are Drakulonians that are like Vampi and not like us metamorphs or shapeshifter if you prefer….  The Empire Dynasty look of ancient china crossed with ancient Rome caught Brolly's eye….  The blood rivers, the symbolic colors of Black and green….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he must have wanted to see Vampira, the Main city of Drakulon but most of my race has never felt comfortable here….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h1I/AAAAAAAAABU/u2SGc01l4TA/s1600-h/AdultPantha01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h1I/AAAAAAAAABU/u2SGc01l4TA/s200/AdultPantha01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238404041049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we returned to my tribe and clan still living the ways of old… Like walking into a Native American tribe of ancient times…. I found I had competition with many female members of my tribe and clan…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_tstx_zQsbg/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_tstx_zQsbg/s200/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237965954385698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all wanted Brolly…. The girls oohed and awed at him as they pulled him to a river and began stripping him and bathing him…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to leave him to his enjoyment…. I passed by the memorial of my old mentor…  I grew again angry that Lilth had killed her….  I touched the locket she gave me and felt her warm loving eyes watching over  me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room soon I heard the ladies sigh in disappointment and when I turned he was in his non-hulk form…  I could see in his eyes he must of saw me pass by the alter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G700Fx7y7EA/s1600-h/brolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/G700Fx7y7EA/s200/brolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237961659418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid next to me…  "You didn't have to leave your fans.. I am sure in a minute it would have gotten interesting..  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4htI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rcoloLqY3WE/s1600-h/AdultPantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4htI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rcoloLqY3WE/s200/AdultPantha03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033234903642703570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "but I came with you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but I know how you Sayians love to fight and the males of my race do to… Especially when there is a new peacock challenge them for the ladies awe.." I pointed at the noise and commotion outside….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h0I/AAAAAAAAABM/ErpuIN7OVmA/s1600-h/msg-116943362824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnqUa4h0I/AAAAAAAAABM/ErpuIN7OVmA/s200/msg-116943362824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033238404041049922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be back…" He said with a kiss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my tribesmen would fight Brolly get beaten and then believe he is worthy to drink with them….  Finally Brolly returned drunk…  I think he likes my village….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4huI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7FBDANWuSXs/s1600-h/Pantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmkeka4huI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7FBDANWuSXs/s200/Pantha03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033234903642703586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed him different oils of passion that can enhance the erogenous zones and the sensation of touch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2twODi7Mfd0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQka4hxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2twODi7Mfd0/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237961659418386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long vacation we returned…   Seemed we missed several events.. Oh well….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching over the night thinking of Brolly a stranger approached….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I thought you were someone else.." He stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and who are you suppose to be?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmpbka4h4I/AAAAAAAAABs/dG5sacrbrI8/s1600-h/Nightwing_re_done_by_ark47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/Rdmpbka4h4I/AAAAAAAAABs/dG5sacrbrI8/s200/Nightwing_re_done_by_ark47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033240349661235074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nightwing.. you?" He smiled approaching with confidence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pantha of Drakulon…" I said then realized he was flirting….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" He asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besides keeping an eye out for trouble? Thinking of, " okay I said it though it may not be true.. Brolly may not feel that way, "my boyfriend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cupid-comes-calling-how-much-for.html#links"&gt;Nightwing frowned, "Well that's sad to hear, we could've had a lot of fun together Pantha."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then disappears into the shadows….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For more on today's adventure be sure to visit today's crossovers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Night wing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-1305418247425587763?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/1305418247425587763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=1305418247425587763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/1305418247425587763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/1305418247425587763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/meeting-nightwing.html' title='Meeting Nightwing'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_Qa6ovLGAA/RdmnQ0a4hzI/AAAAAAAAABE/j3E_pUY_LTQ/s72-c/200px-SsjBroly316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-117053369654126215</id><published>2007-02-03T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:14:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid comes a calling....  (how much for Henchie to hunt and kill the winged fool?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/861647/pabtha3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/320/108084/pabtha3333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been staying at Bulma… Her daughter seems afraid of me.. I do not know why….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and Vince thought milk would keep me from knowing they snuck out.. Not…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my apartment.. Hey Bulma knows where I am if she wants some fun….&lt;br /&gt;I was relaxing in my house when the doorbell rang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door to find Brolly standing with his hair grease and combed back-carrying flowers… In his small boy form…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello.." I said surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to ask you on a date.."  he said  of course I said yes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange though..  He just wanted to hold hands…  We went to the Spring Carnival…. I have to say I had fun…  At the end we were riding the Ferris wheel….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you coming back to my apartment?" I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will escort you home yes, then I will go home…"  He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. what is the deal?"  I folded my arms…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you to see, I want something more than sex…"  I was in shock at his words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"more as in .. what?"  I began to hyperventilate…. "like more as in the L word?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanted to get off the ride quick so with my feral agility I swung and flipped with kids saying.. Oh cool.. Wow and Brolly behind me saying "don't ever do that kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/420525/Cheetah-Print-C10095266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/731871/Cheetah-Print-C10095266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flew up to me… I was in cheetah form…  "Slow down Pantha.. What did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned quickly transforming .. in fact so fast he slammed right into me .. We landed on the ground romantically piled on each other….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brolly.. I don't do the whole girlfriend thing anymore….  I don't do commitment and I certainly don't do the L word….  I got hurt 3 times it isn't happening again.." I crawled from underneath him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I dated Adam.. okay I knew he and Vampi would end up making up and getting back together.. my mistake I was young what can I say Nightcrawler he just one day forgot about me as if what we had was nothing and storm…."  I had been speaking in one long run on sentence gasping for air I finally stop….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and was back in cat form leaping over cars and darting zigging and zagging through traffic….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was home….  Sometime later I felt his Brolly body sit next to where I was laying on my body…  I love this form but I am starting to like the other form too….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/616274/Pantha03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/241748/Pantha03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything just laid next to me and pulled me understandingly into his chest….  I am not sure what came over me but I began to kiss him and then we made love.. Not sex… but…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great stupid heart.. Not again…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-117053369654126215?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/117053369654126215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=117053369654126215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/117053369654126215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/117053369654126215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cupid-comes-calling-how-much-for.html' title='Cupid comes a calling....  (how much for Henchie to hunt and kill the winged fool?)'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116880591545266933</id><published>2007-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:18:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Son Goku blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1427/1979/1600/75315/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1427/1979/200/75177/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku really needs to mind his own business….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting Bulma he appears….  "Pantha, Bulma is my friend and I can not allow you to break her and Vegeta up…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not breaking up anyone.."  I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know what happened… betwee…"  He stuttered as if he was having trouble saying it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww the threesome?" I raised and eyebrow… "Goku, give me your word as a hero that you will sit in that chair and not move until I say I am finished and you can go…  and I will listen to what you have to say but after you have to keep your promise and hear what I have to say… all of it…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squirmed and then nodded, "You have my word.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to every word of his lecture and then it was my turn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goku…  You have no right to lecture me on something you know nothing about… I doubt you and Chi chi has ever had a threesome though I believe it would do her some good… There are just some things a woman can give another woman that men cant…   Unless you have the experience you not in the position to lecture me but you are right… Sometimes 3somes do cause people to break up… but it is when the third party is looking for love and gets emotionally attached or the love between the couple isn't strong…. That isn't the case here…  Bulma and Vegeta love each other and I am not looking for a relationship…  I want to have fun… no strings not collars and leashes…  Just to be able to come and go as I like… "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Goku, "The only thing I do is enrich a couples relationship by adding some new spice," my tail caressed his muscular  bicep, "Poor CHI CHI might not be wound so tight and scream as much if she had a female companion to keep her company.. Believe it or not you have a very pretty wife.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shifted in his seat…..   "In fact you and Vegeta could do both Bulma and Chi Chi a favor and have a four-some… As competitive as you and Vegeta are Bulma and Chi Chi would be in heaven…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to speak and I sat in his lap crossed my legs and put my finger to his lips, "Though I somehow have a feeling there are some forms of pleasure you and Chi Chi have yet to discover.. Like tell me Goku do you even know how to use your tail or too…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered some things in his ear, "and would you like to see Chi Chi with another woman doing…"   I whispered again and the look on his face was priceless….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and said…  "I would be happy to make Chi chi very happy although it would be up to her if you are allowed to watch or not…. After I am done she can surely give you a proper education"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "You can go now."&lt;br /&gt;He wasted no time to leave.. I don't think Goku will ever try to talk to me about sex again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-should-stop-getting-drun_116875506775263013.html"&gt;Bulma I think believes I am a little too clingy…  So I think she needs her space especially after I attacked Brolly…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was the monster that attacked us.. Well he wasn't so I made it up to him….     Imagine Bra's face when she walked in…..  Hey he needs an education too…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116880591545266933?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116880591545266933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116880591545266933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116880591545266933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116880591545266933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-son-goku-blush.html' title='Making Son Goku blush'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116818942920415540</id><published>2007-01-07T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:03:49.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Games....</title><content type='html'>So Carol might be moving out....   &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-and-laughter-for-all.html"&gt;I went to Ana's auction and after the auction I grabbed some bottles of tequila and left with Vegeta and Bulma…&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be heading off to that dumb race…   So we went back to Bulma's place sent the kids to Trunks house and began playing a drinking game….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deck of cards a coffee Mug a quarter an empty bottle and 3 shot glasses we sat around a table and played &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tease the Bitch&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each person gets a shot glass &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The empty mug is set in the center of the table &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;52 cards are seperated in two piles... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ace through 3 and all faces cards in one pile called: shots pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4-10 in another pile called the tease pile...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We move clockwise and each person tries to get the quarter in the mug by flipping it with their thumbs…  If they miss they have to draw a card from the shots pile; the number on the card is how many shots you have to take… Ace and all face cards equal 1 shot except:  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One-eyed_jack"&gt;The one eye Jack&lt;/a&gt; : there is 2 and they are wild cards that the player keeps...  Not only do they not have to drink but they can use the card later to get out of drinking…  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Playing_cards"&gt;The suicide king&lt;/a&gt;: The person who draws this face card has to spin the bottle and do a&lt;a href="http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3346"&gt; shiver shot&lt;/a&gt; with the person it points too (NO exceptions which is why it is on the suicide king)  … &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any Queen (also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Bitch&lt;/span&gt; you have to tease her….  Take one shot and draw a card from the Tease pile…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;if the tease card is the same suit as the Bitch, the one drawing the queen has to start at their left and count around the table  the number of the Tease card skipping themselves…  (For example if I got the Q of hearts and then my tease card was the 5 of hearts then I would start with the person at my left ~which is Bulma~ and count around the table as so... one Bulma 2 Vegeta I would be skipped 4  Bulma 5 Vegeta so it would fall on Vegeta) Then they have to tease and please the person in the way the person wants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; if the tease card isn't the same suit you only take a shot… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the quarter does get in then the person can chose a person to drink instead .If that person doesn't have a wild card they have to draw a card from the shot pile, If they do have a wild card they can chose who has to do it in their place… The wild card is returned to the shot pile and the shot pile is reshuffled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cards from the shot pile have to be reshuffled anytime a face card is drawn and returned to the pile…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going to do this or not!" Barked Vegeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we could let you go train and let it be just me and Bulma." I say and for a moment he looked disappointed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma giggled, "So shall we then… I think I understand…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Vegeta on the right of me and Bulma on the left, Vegeta started the game…  The Quarter went in and he choose me to drink…  I pulled a card and it was an ace….   So I took my shot of tequila and then flipped the quarter and it went in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vegeta…." I smiled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah!" He drew a card, "3"….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bulma put the quarter in and draws a card, "Vegeta again…"&lt;br /&gt;This time he draws a normal Jack…  We reshuffle the cards…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta gets his quarter in and this time he has Bulma drink.   She draws her card…  "Duce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my quarter in and again have Vegeta drink, maybe he will start to loosen up though I doubt it… He pulls a card, "another duce…"&lt;br /&gt;Bulma misses and has to drink a shot after she pulls an Ace…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta gets it in and has me drink two shots after I pull a duce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it in and Vegeta has to drink a shot from a normal King… The cards are reshuffled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma gets in and Vegeta has too drink 3 shots from the 3 he pulled… Vegeta now has 10 shots under his belt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is talking but Bulma is already giggling…  Vegeta misses and then pulls a Queen of hearts…&lt;br /&gt;He smirks as he looks at Bulma and slowly pulls a nine of spades from the tease pile….  He takes his shot and the cards are reshuffled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my quarter goes in I make Vegeta drink and he pulls the suicide King…   He pulls the bottle and spins it…  It lands on Bulma and I watch as she gets to shiver and he takes the shot….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards are reshuffled and Bulma tries to get her quarter in but it bounces out…"2" Now Bulma has 5 shots to Vegta's 12 and my 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drinks  and Vegeta who now has a big grin on his face almost misses the cup with his quarter… but after going in, he points to me and I draws a Queen of diamonds and my tease card is the 10 of diamonds… I was silently counting but Vegeta points to Bulma and slurs out loud, "1", points to himself, "2", to Bulma, "3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Himself&lt;br /&gt;5… Bulma&lt;br /&gt;6…. Himself&lt;br /&gt;7… Bulma&lt;br /&gt;8… Himself&lt;br /&gt;9….Bulma…&lt;br /&gt;10… Himself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then throws up the table and swirls me around on top of Bulma with him and her sandwiching me … As I am looking into Bulma's face she smiles.. "I guess we are through playing. He never was much for games"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116818942920415540?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116818942920415540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116818942920415540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116818942920415540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116818942920415540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2007/01/drinking-games.html' title='Drinking Games....'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116585793879025028</id><published>2006-12-11T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:29:41.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME INVASION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/1600/498266/iron_160-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/200/499220/iron_160-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/12/agent-warbird-personal-journal.html"&gt;Can someone tell me why Tony Stark is in my shower and living in my apartment ??? OKay, I know why and Carol is going to drive me nuts.... &lt;/a&gt; If you have read her little whine post, then you know that Logan died.... Now she has Tony living with us???   okay look why don't Tony just move the annoying girl and her baby to his place...  he does have a place don't he?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/787180/issue7_pantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/417587/issue7_pantha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Vampirella and told her.. &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-of-lover.html"&gt;Poor SHI...&lt;/a&gt; also poor me but only because of Carol ....  but I dont want to talk about that... I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of the year….   Christmas…. Of course my clan on Drakulon has a similar holiday around the same time….  It is called  Faelshing, roughly translated as Mother Winter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of my tribes live in the mountains this is the time of the first real snow…  Just before the great sleep….   The trees sleep, all the animals stay in their den and we stay in our tribe…  This is also the time of many births…   Most all the animals have the young during this time as do many of my people…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/327755/group.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/763897/group.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we celebrate the time with a festival….  &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2006/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-five.html"&gt;This year I was invited to a Christmas Party  on board the enterprise………&lt;/a&gt; This was before Logan got himself killed.&lt;br /&gt;Boy did I have fun… &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/256329/Image5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/328708/Image5.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Klingon warriors were so …. Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Look out people because the Cat is in the market for a new love…  Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should visit the Klingon home World....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/1600/133928/henry-muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7542/2708/200/987977/henry-muscles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116585793879025028?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116585793879025028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116585793879025028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116585793879025028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116585793879025028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-invasion.html' title='HOME INVASION!'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116544334846787784</id><published>2006-12-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:15:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird:  Death of a lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/12/dammit.html"&gt; I was in my office… I get a call….  "Logan is dead…"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"It just happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stormed from my office…..   the rest of the conversation was ringing in my head….&lt;br /&gt;"HOW?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mutant cure we think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is my fault….  I couldn't breathe….   I walked into a bar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi ya I am &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/20443875"&gt;Buzz the Bartender&lt;/a&gt; what would like?" he smiled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doubled Vodka, with a bottle of tequila…" I say….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it… I should of known… I gave Creed that cure….  I lifted the glass to my lips… a hand covered it forming a barrier between my lips and the fluid inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn…" I turned to face Tony….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/1600/690776/tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2508/3055/200/404753/tony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't do it Carol…  I know your upset about Logan.. we are all currently in shock this mourning." Tony said calmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind your own business Tony." I tried to life the glass again and he grabbed my arm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Carol, if not for you for yours and Logan's baby." He cradled my face when I burst into tears and pulled me to him kissing me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started out to be a casual comforting kiss got heated in passion and became deeper and more intense….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember leaving the bar or getting in the cab… I do remember knocking over some stuff when we entered my apartment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony ripped my clothing off, trailing kiss down my bodice….  ….  We laid together after for a long time… It was around noon…   "I think we should just take the day." Tony said and then a call came for him on his cell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it Stark where are you?" Fury screamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slipped out of the room but I could still hear him, "With Carol. I don't think she should be alone after Logan's death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn on the damn TV!" Fury yelled….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was covering a battle….  Tony changed and put his armor on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will change into Warbird!" I yell….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Carol… you are with a child..:" He said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to cry, "I don't know if I want this child, you don't get it Tony…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol…  I will be here…..   I will help you….   I have to go… you stay and please don't fall off the wagon…" Tony left after giving me a very passionate kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do now was watch… As friends and colleagues fought this Superboy prime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2006/12/return-of-superboy-prime.html"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runasfast-asyoucan.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-ones-left-seemed-to-be-those-who.html"&gt;Kidflash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/12/prime-destruction-pt-2.html"&gt;the Sayians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick Fury and SHIELD agents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116544334846787784?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116544334846787784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116544334846787784' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116544334846787784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116544334846787784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/12/guest-poster-warbird-death-of-lover.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird:  Death of a lover'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116413500816747553</id><published>2006-11-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:50:08.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster- Warbird: it takes two part3: its a boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/102637/carol12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/414241/carol12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creed wanted the mutant cure…  I gave him the cure for a sonogram picture.. I figure it would buy me sometime…  He promised it was to be used against Logan but if it is that is okay…  If he isn't a mutant then the SHI won't be interested. I am sure that is the only interest she has, that and ruining my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/11/findin-this-punk-is-harder-than-i.html"&gt; I haven't been able to get a hold of Logan…&lt;/a&gt; I copied the sonogram and sent it to his cell phone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/954173/sonogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/954173/sonogram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/369448/sonogram.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought you would like to see your unborn son, yes it is a boy. Shame he wont have a father…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed came to see me again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it creed! I could loose my job and be thrown in jail. What is it you want!" I screamed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cure needs something to work…  " Creed snarled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It what?" I was surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry doll. Only a few know this. I came to make you a deal…  " He lit up a cigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "Oh no I gave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn’t get the full cure… SO technically you haven't made good but I was going to overlook that…  See you're not thinking babe… You can only fool dumb and hairy for so long… You want him to marry you then you better start smelling pregnant and I can help…"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/1600/34367/4ad75af5-846e-41f7-9f3a-aecc8c8f7b8a.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2603/2495/200/546575/4ad75af5-846e-41f7-9f3a-aecc8c8f7b8a.medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Creed with disgust…  He grinned, "Don't flatter yourself! You're not my type… Weapon X has something left over…  They have a whole fridge full of frozen little Logan wannabes. I can get one… For the rest of what I need and I can even find a Dr to implant it in you… think it over call me tonight here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left and I looked at the number… He was right..  but how far did I want to go with this charade…  &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/11/russian-roulette-part-1.html"&gt;Nick was in the nuthouse&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-part-1.html"&gt; Natasha in a coma&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/11/vegeta-mirai-after-math-civil-war-evil.html"&gt; Tony was the new director…&lt;/a&gt; I thought on this... What it would mean for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is just what I need to get him back and&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-lullabye-part-2-search-for-lawyer.html"&gt; get rid of her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116413500816747553?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116413500816747553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116413500816747553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116413500816747553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116413500816747553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two.html' title='Guest Poster- Warbird: it takes two part3: its a boy?'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116343121946939581</id><published>2006-11-13T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:36:59.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 2: enters Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-danced.html"&gt;The unpleasantness of the last few days has been hell... Things didn't go as I expected at the Fade's Party.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning and had my breakfast... I was rushing out the door, not wanting to be late... I opened the door and ran face to face with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan, This is a surprise. What do you want?" I stated a bit annoyed as I fiddled with my keys to lock the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said we should talk and you are right," he paused, "Can I drive you to work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "You're not on that motorcycle are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I am in my pickup." He smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch, I was running late and Fury wanted us all in earlier for some huge staff meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the elevator with Logan... "I am sorry that you are... Damn it Carol, it was never my attention to hurt you. I continue to tell you it is over between us, but you just wont listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK!" I yelled "If you came to give me more of this we are not together and wont be lecture save it.. I am running late for work.." I turned away from his truck and walked toward my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan grabbed my arm..."Carol I haven't came to give you a lecture... Come on I will drive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in his truck and we headed off. Things were quiet for a short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, I know you do not believe me about the poison.. " he stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on Logan I know ..." I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, its true. I am on my way to speak to old one eye now about the fake Spiderman and I have spoken to the real one already." Logan growled, "I am sorry about what happened... I am sorry to Ana and ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine you are sorry okay can you just pull over and let me out, I think I will walk to work...." I was getting sick of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not pulling over and letting you walk in this weather especially in your condition. Carol, I didn't come to argue... Damn it I just wanted to tell you the baby will want for nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Except a father." I spat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it what do you want?" He yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I want...  " I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't going to happen, we are over and have been for a long time. Why can't you move on?" he growled, "What do you want for me to buy a house where you, the baby, Laura and I can live? Even if I did that we would have separate rooms and wouldn't be together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, you know don't worry about us. Let me out!" I yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Doll you wanted to talk..." Logan yelled back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my strength to kick the truck door off its hinges and flew out of his truck and headed to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in Colonel Fury said after our meeting he wanted to speak with me about my pregnancy... Great... Now I got to somehow get pregnant but how can I do that with Logan deciding for us not to be together... Colonel Dane walked in so I guess Nick will lecture me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my office... "hello Miss Danvers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creed?" great.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116343121946939581?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116343121946939581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116343121946939581' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116343121946939581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116343121946939581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two-part_13.html' title='Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 2: enters Creed'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116284153060351627</id><published>2006-11-06T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:19:04.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 1</title><content type='html'>I arrived at the Party…  I was mingling when &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/11/kids-are-strange.html"&gt;Nick &lt;/a&gt;walked over…   "You feeling okay Carol…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am fine…" I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-we-danced.html"&gt;I then saw Logan dancing with Ana…&lt;/a&gt;  I waited for him to walk away and went to speak with him…&lt;br /&gt;"Logan you can't keep avoiding me." I whispered,  "Logan I have something to tell you ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-time-at-civil-war-party.html"&gt;" Look darlin'" He answered in a husky growl. " What happened to between us was a mistake. I was drugged by this damned fake Spider-man . I didn't know what I was doin.' "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm pregnant" I shoved the papers at him, didn't know what he was doing? I guess he think I am stupid… I know of his healing factor…  He just stared down at them. "I just thought you should know. However I guess it doesn't matter to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, it could be Scott's or Steve's…." He was stiffing me, I knew he was sniffing for the baby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I am not that far along for it to be theirs… Thanks you I know who the father of my baby is.  Logan you the last person I expected to be like this…  At least you could come up with a lie better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I was drugged&lt;/span&gt;'."  I was very upset and Logan instead of talking just shoved the paper I handed him in his pant pockets and walked off…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that didn't work… What power does this Japanese woman have?  I needed a drink… Screw rehab… What would one drink hurt…  I walked over to the other bar, then Scott approached and took me up into his arms, "Hey Beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/Image8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/Image8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott… Now is not a good time." I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spun me around to the dance floor and pulled me close, "Something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and laid it against his chest,&lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/apparently-logan-did-na-have-time-to.html"&gt; there was something different about Scott.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw you talking to Logan, is it him?" Scott whispered as he caressed my hair… "Want me to put him in his place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Scott…    Well I guess you should know. While you been away , &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-good-old-days.html"&gt;he and I…&lt;/a&gt;.  Well it seemed as he wanted me back…  Now he doesn’t but I am …   pregnant.  He doesn't seem to care."  I shook my head, "Doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard! Don't worry…  I will look after you….  And  the …..  baby.  Don't get upset it will be alright." Scott held me tighter, he definitely was not the same…. "Carol…  Let me take you home, I just need to say good bye to someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/1600/XMUN011_COV_COLOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6413/2745/200/XMUN011_COV_COLOR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and walked away stopping to say good bye to Peter Parker and asked that he tell Fade I had a wonderful time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Scott talking to Nick, my guess is he is telling him he will be returning to the Agency soon.&lt;br /&gt;After we got to the apartment I discovered that Scott definitely was different…  Amazingly so…&lt;br /&gt;I awoke several hours later and over heard him on the phone….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UNACCEPTABLE Logan!  I don't care.. you can not treat her like that. I never figured you for a coward or someone that ran away from his responsibilities! But you always have had commitment issues having you…" Scott pulled the phone from his ear and then replies, "yeah well," then he mimicked Logan, "anytime bub!" Slamming the phone down he repeated, "Bastard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott you shouldn't.." I stated and he rose placing his hand over my mouth…  "shhhh…  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great… Logan is probably going to kill Scott now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116284153060351627?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116284153060351627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116284153060351627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116284153060351627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116284153060351627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/guest-poster-warbird-it-takes-two-part.html' title='Guest poster: Warbird - It takes two part 1'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116269159928794541</id><published>2006-11-04T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:11:30.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/1600/grandpamunster_narrowweb__300x396%2C2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/930/2075/200/grandpamunster_narrowweb__300x396%2C2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-at-fades-place.html"&gt;I arrived at the Mansion ….  "Hi Vampi, where is your old man at?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"getting ready for the Party…" She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Wolfgang fiddling with his tie. He was wearing the formal dress for a Drakulonian Count.  "Ready old Man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, you're not wearing a dress?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope… I like to be comfy.." I purred…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived I began to move around and scope the place for older women….  I couldn't believe there was NONE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-let-out-me-breath-slowly.html"&gt;"Hey guys! Kon-el is in the building!" Superboy came boasting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw Fade… he walked over and sat in a dark corner … he looked sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Papa Wolfgang walk over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my young man. I am Count Wolfgang Dracula.  Vampi's father. I wanted to thank you for inviting me." Sometimes Wolfgang reminds me of Napoleon..  He actually knew Napoleon….. but don't ask him to tell you or you will have to sit through hours of stories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glad you could come.." Fade replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is with the frown my lad.." He said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it interesting that Fade confided in Wolfgang about his problem, "My girlfriend is mad at me and I may have lost my best friend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My boy, You are young… things will work out…  Be thankful your not as old as I am… and alone..  Give that girl a flower and tell her how you feel…  Go on now my boy find your lass.." Wolfgang stated.. and then sat in a dark corner alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to grab him and start introducing him to ladies &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-shield-turns-part-1-getting-logan.html"&gt;when I over heard a conversation between Carol and&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Logan&lt;/a&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked… I looked at &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt; who was getting a glass of wine….  &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/2006/11/fading-party.html"&gt;Then I saw Maggie and Henchman enter…&lt;/a&gt;.. I looked at Xavier who was shaking Vegeta's hand……    Oh the night is going to get good….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormed then walked over, "hey pretty lady.. Care to Dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In front of an audience?" I purred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look I missed you.." She said dragging me to the dance floor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Wolfgang….   Where are all the old ladies when you need them…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116269159928794541?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116269159928794541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116269159928794541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116269159928794541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116269159928794541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-for-two.html' title='Party for two'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116254236597603129</id><published>2006-11-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:26:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let' Party</title><content type='html'>I get home and find an invite… Hmmm this should be fun….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/48nexqb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116254236597603129?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116254236597603129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116254236597603129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116254236597603129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116254236597603129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-party.html' title='let&apos; Party'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116194735841595094</id><published>2006-10-27T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T04:11:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Wolfgang Awakes</title><content type='html'>So I visited my village… After the funeral ritual for the old mother I returned to the hospital…&lt;br /&gt;They were taking Wolfgang from his tank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he Dr?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is finally responding. The Count is old but he is tough." The Dr stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to the head Dr &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/wetworks-report.html"&gt;I called Vampi&lt;/a&gt;. She was relieved that he was doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat reading when I heard a murmur…  "Justice… Justice." Wolfgang stirred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolfgang, it is okay. You're on Drakulon." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wingy?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampi is on Earth, Justice is still missing but they have people looking for her." I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh this is all my fault. If only I was like Vegeta, this wouldn't have happened. Instead I am a joke. If my granddaughter dies, it is my fault." He trembled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wolfgang, it isn't your fault. It is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s. Listen don't worry. It is going to be okay." I stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have died." The Count was sad still, "I now am only to aware of my loneliness. But what is an old man to do but get older." He stated. The drugs in him kicked in and he slept…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have to find this old man a girlfriend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like I will be returning home to Earth soon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116194735841595094?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116194735841595094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116194735841595094' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116194735841595094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116194735841595094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/papa-wolfgang-awakes.html' title='Papa Wolfgang Awakes'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116156330403474365</id><published>2006-10-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:28:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Vampi</title><content type='html'>"Well you could come over and we could take some whip cream cover your body Ro and I would," I was talking to Storm my girlfriend on the phone, just then it beeped… "that is call waiting one sec." I switched over, "Hello:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/father-knows-best_20.html"&gt;Pantha this is Vampi. I need your help. Fury is using S.H.I.E.L.D. resources to fly Dad to Drakulon.&lt;/a&gt; If you could fly with Wolfgang, I would be grateful." Vampi had been crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, how long will you be a prisoner to Earth?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not sure I need to be here for a few months, Then I can travel for short periods." Vampi sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a while after I told Storm I had Vampi and she needed me to travel with her Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed and left a message for Carol…  &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-good-old-days.html"&gt;I think she is with Logan on a date. &lt;/a&gt;Then I waited for Agents to pick me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang didn't look so well.  As soon as we arrived to Drakulon I followed as the brought him in and merged him in the tank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang in there Wolfgang." I said as I took a seat in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a long distant call, "Hi Ro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he doing?" She asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looks rough. How are things there?" I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Worm keeps  drooling around me, Men are dogs." She spits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would have thought you would have fried Kurt by now." I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried the worm keeps Bamf out of the way." She growled, "T&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-many-plots-so-little-time.html"&gt;he Destroyer had knocked me out&lt;/a&gt;, I …."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ro' ? what is that..:" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncannykodiak.blogspot.com/2006/10/x-men-vs-kodiak-begins.html"&gt;Suddenly the phone went dead……..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116156330403474365?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116156330403474365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116156330403474365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116156330403474365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116156330403474365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/helping-vampi.html' title='Helping Vampi'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116129527627153366</id><published>2006-10-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:01:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy cat</title><content type='html'>Okay let me just say… &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/10/parents.html"&gt;Yes I did call Trunks about Bulma…&lt;/a&gt;  Hey she is pretty…  If they do get back I still want her to call me…  If she doesn't want to share Vegeta no problem , if he wants to watch its up to her …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about watching my ex boyfriend &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-in-my-office-this-afternoon.html"&gt;Nightcrawler set up video camera and filmed a night I was with Storm…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-about-to-destroy-nightcrawlers.html"&gt;I found out Xavier had them…&lt;/a&gt;  As I walked in I saw &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-had-bloody-long-day.html"&gt;Fade&lt;/a&gt; walking out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come IN." Xavier sounded furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and he shifted a bit as he slammed a drawer closed,  I growled, "Videos! Hand them over now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Videos?" Xavier said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little telepathic bird told me now, give them!" I demanded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just about to destroy them…" He claimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure…  Videos please…"  I said with my hand out stretch, he handed me the videos…."and the copies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" unfortunately,  I don't have any …  er I mean….  Those are it." He stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and showed Storm…  She said something about frying Kurt as she left… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to call Bulma and ask if she would like to go out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116129527627153366?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116129527627153366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116129527627153366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116129527627153366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116129527627153366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/copy-cat.html' title='Copy cat'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116111906684994299</id><published>2006-10-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:04:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going to a party</title><content type='html'>So I was lazing around talking to Storm on the phone and cleaning up after Carol, She is real messy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2006/10/300th-post.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got a call…   "Pantha, you are invited to a 300th post party…" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool I thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got there I took the arm of Riker I saw the Troi woman frown so I grabbed her arm… "Do either of you speak French?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast with several officers, we talked and danced and played a few games…   &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/stolen-kiss.html"&gt;Then I saw Black Widow&lt;/a&gt;, I thought it was time I had given her my 2 cents worth about SHIELD especially since &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/10/lonely-heart.html"&gt;Vampi wasn't in the mood…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I returned home to find both Carol walking out of her bedroom only she wasn't with Scott…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/3742/1600/100_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1480/3742/200/100_1370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what happened to the Cyclops?" I asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Scott isn't my boyfriend we are dating from time to time but we have a pretty open relationship, his request, though not many women seem to be challenge me especially now that he is hanging out with that Hudson…  &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/10/funeral.html"&gt;Anyhow he saw Danny bringing one of the x-men home and well the rest of the night he couldn't&lt;/a&gt; …. Let's just say he was distracted and out of pills…  So I told him about Fade's offer and that &lt;a href="http://thefadingirishkid.blogspot.com/"&gt;he should take Fade up on it&lt;/a&gt;…   We had a fight and I said fine call me when you are not so … easily distracted….   Steve asked to take me home from the office and we were talking about the past…  and….  Well Captain America like Logan don't need pills… if you will excuse me…"   Carol said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is anyone Carol hadn't had a relationship with…  Logan, Tony Stark,  Scott and of course and on and off one with Steve….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need a nice bubble bath…  Too bad there is no one worth joining me around…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116111906684994299?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116111906684994299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116111906684994299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116111906684994299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116111906684994299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-to-party.html' title='going to a party'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116051013207761338</id><published>2006-10-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:55:32.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 2 the trouble with Ogun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/SHRCard.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/SHRCard.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meet with the Colonel and Fury sent &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/cyclops-agent-of-shield.html"&gt;Scott on a mission&lt;/a&gt; while he sent me &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wake-up-and-everything-goes-to-hell.html"&gt;with a fake Fury to meet with Captain America…   and Logan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things was going so so when suddenly Thor appeared only it wasn't him… I was tossed like a rag doll and this thing went after Logan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-ogun-possesd-thor-clone.html"&gt;Though I blast it several times, this thing isn't letting up… Finally Logan killed it… I was ordered to meet Fury, it seems we are going after Stark…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was helped up my Steve, he caressed my hair… "You okay Carol…" I smiled, "Sure."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/1600/war22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/war22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest-part-1.html"&gt;I went to Logan and told him we had to head to West City and why…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We piled up in my car and Logan insisted on driving, which I hate because it's new and he will scratch he always does…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because it gave Steve time to, well ask me about our past…  I liked Steve but he just isn't Logan neither is Tony… I dated both…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO you an Scott Summer? Here I thought he was gay…" Steve said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't be to sure he isn't." Logan said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous?" I asked cuddling close to Logan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan shrugged me off, "Carol we have been through this, I am with Ana…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really I thought you were with SHI….   So Are you two timing or is SHI and Ana the same?"  I asked cleverly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan growled at me and Steve put an arm around me, "So this Cyclops, is he treating you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he treats me good." I stated, "Though I think he likes someone else…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally as anticipated  Logan scratched my car as pull up to the Capsule Corp…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116051013207761338?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116051013207761338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116051013207761338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116051013207761338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116051013207761338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/guest-poster-warbird-capt-america-part_10.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 2 the trouble with Ogun'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-116009369008871041</id><published>2006-10-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:33:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 1 the meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/SHRCard.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/SHRCard.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/09/agent-warbird-womans-job-is-never-done.html"&gt;My time with Scott was interrupted...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and Logan tried to cover my mouth as Scott enters Wolverine trips him and knocks him out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/diva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/diva1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2006/10/civil-war-visit.html"&gt;" Now we had plenty O' time for Cap ta say his piece." Logan growls I shrug him off…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not listen to you two! DO you know what would happen to me if I am seen with you? DO you know they arrested Colonel Fury?" I yelled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol you were never one to be afraid of things like that… Please I just need to talk to you… and I need you to deliver a message." Captain America stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I folded my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on now Carol, even you have to see Stark is off his rocker." Logan said, "and don't think I don't know who had Ana arrested,. I am still fumin about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could do better, as for Stark….   I have known Tony a long time but lately…"  I said&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Ms.Marvel-fixxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/Ms.Marvel-fixxed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, SHIELD has some people who are corrupt, they only want to register heroes to use them as weapons…  We can't allow this." Steve stated pulling his mask off and sitting on Charles desk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you start a war? Hurt innocent people? Break the laws?  Look I don't really like the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/capt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/200/capt.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; registration act and I know Colonel Fury don't like it but…. And I emphasize but…. It is the law..  How can we be heroes if we don't obey the law… I don't know…"  I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol, do you think you can talk Fury into seeing me?"  Steve shift his weight as he asked me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down and helped Scott up, "I don't know…  What do you want me to tell him? Scott and &lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-fruit-part-4-coma.html"&gt;I could try to see him afte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-fruit-part-4-coma.html"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt; .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Scott and I stood listening to Captain America and Logan….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-116009369008871041?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/116009369008871041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=116009369008871041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116009369008871041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/116009369008871041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/guest-poster-warbird-capt-america-part.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird- Capt America part 1 the meeting'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115984127057878393</id><published>2006-10-02T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:07:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 4: the 4 snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dragon_Thingy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dragon_Thingy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I agreed to go to the four Elemental Dragons and get the four snakes…  The Four Snakes were 4 statues that acted as gate guardians and could kept Lolth from ever leaving the Demon pits and the Drow from leaving hidden Earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Dragon would send me to each Dragon it was my job to convince them to give me the snake they possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Frost_Wyrm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Frost_Wyrm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I will send you first to the Wind dragon, to the west," The Sun Dragon stated as he opened the portal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered and quickly found myself … well I wasn't sure where , to describe it would be like to be in the sky or a wind tunnel… The wind blew from four directions  Soon the large Dragon appeared like smoke before me…  I bowed as one should always respect the ancient creatures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragon of  Wind, I am blessed and honored. My name is Pantha of Drakulon. Recently Lolth ..:" I began to explain, knowing Dragons don't like to have their time wasted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth, attacked the sun Dragon and bringing the Age of Eternal Night released Lilith.  She has broken the balance, which must be maintained, between light and dark, what is it that you want of me…" The Dragon asked…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I seek the 4 snakes, to imprison the Drow to hidden Earth." I say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can not give you the 1 of the 4 snakes which I have, "He raised his paw creating a tornado vortex, "but if the other Elemental dragons place their snakes, I will place mine to activate the guardians 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His paw com down on me and I was back at the Sun Dragon, "You do not have the Snake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No but if the other Dragons will put theirs in place he will do the same.." I answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/20d_dragonbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/20d_dragonbath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, "Next the Dragon of water, to the North"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in the water and ice, it was so cold.   "Hello?"  My voice echoed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can hear you,"  The Dragon stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth has been…"  I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know and if all the Elemental Dragons will place their statues I will place mine as well, no sense to do so if one refuses."  The water Dragon splashed and I was sent back to the sun dragon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Dragon_head_Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Dragon_head_Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next will be The Dragon of Fire, here to the East…" I was sent to a place that was like being sent to the center of the sun…  There was fire all around and I felt as if I was in an oven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me the Dragon came, "The Wind and Water….."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As will I." The dragon said as it blew smoke and I was returned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/naturedragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/naturedragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The final Dragon, the Dragon of the South, the Earth Dragon…"  The Sun dragon stated as he sent me to the last dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome Pantha of Drakulon, I am glad that Vampirella found you… The 4 snakes have been put in place…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Full45762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Full45762.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me the 4 snakes….   Unless the Drow or Lolth tries to leave they will look like nothing more than Statues, the Guardians can teleport to statues on Earth that look similar to collect anyone who may get pass them… Their punishment for leaving without their permission is quite harsh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the sun dragon and the Eastern Gryphon carried me home to Earth…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/geo19p129.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/geo19p129.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2006/09/deacons-bastard.html"&gt;SHIELD &lt;/a&gt;may not like my being here but someone needs to deal with the Vampires, I will not leave it all on Vampi's shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115984127057878393?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115984127057878393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115984127057878393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115984127057878393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115984127057878393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/10/quest-to-east-part-4-4-snakes.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 4: the 4 snakes'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115957208378435641</id><published>2006-09-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:06:12.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 3: Healing the Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Gryphon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Gryphon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed to the Gryphon of the East's nest. He rose and coward as he hissed at me.  He stamped his hooves and coward how hissing again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hands, "Easy boy… easy…"  I slowly turned my wrist so my palms faced upward, "I am not going to hurt you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why have you came?" He roared…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/griffon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/griffon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the vile and pouch with the medicine for the Sun Dragon… "I need you to take me to the Sun Dragon, SO I can heal him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eastern Gryphon sniffed the herbs I carried…  and stamped….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you will carry me, I will explain on our way. If I can not convince you, then drop me to my death before we get to him." I stated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gryphon laughed, "What kind of foul creature do you take me for." He titled his head to the side so I could  see his eagle shaped eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begged, "Please help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lowered and I climbed on his back…  He flew fast with his powerful wings and I explained what had happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/deathdrag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/deathdrag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approached I could see the Drow, they were attacking the Great Dragon…  Transforming into my cat form I leapt down fighting the Drow…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/ss159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/ss159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gryphon also attacked, reaching with sharp talons he ripped the drop in two…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought slicing the Drow with my claws …&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/ss245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/ss245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Drow was dead, I reformed to my normal shape and easily went to the Great Sun Dragon…   The Gryphon spoke to the Dragon in a language I did not know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/Black_Panther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/Black_Panther.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon laid down and I gave the Dragon the medicine….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with him and looked at the Gryphon. "What do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My locket glowed and the old mother appeared….  "Child you must wait now… Vampirella has the Sword of Ra, send the Gryphon to fetch her…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her image faded and I looked at the Gryphon and watched as he flew away I then laid my head in my hands and wept…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you cry child, " The Great Dragon asked me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lilith has killed the old mother of my people….  She may kill more before this is over." I wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon held his head down…. Then I saw Dragon-kin approach….   "Because of you the Drow has failed, so Lilith will fail….  My champions and watchers now know Lolth lives and she will not be able to attack me again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon laid and rested, though he was now protected by the Dragon-kin, I stood watching for any signs of the Drow…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/age-of-eternal-night-part-3-finale.html"&gt;Until Vampi comes and returns the Sword of Ra to the Dragon's eye I will stand watch… I looked to the sky and could see the spirit of the wise one….   I fumbled with the locket she gave me and thought of her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115957208378435641?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115957208378435641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115957208378435641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115957208378435641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115957208378435641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-3-healing-dragon.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 3: Healing the Dragon'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115921687694678191</id><published>2006-09-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:41:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 2: The Golden East Gryphon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/DesertPlanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/DesertPlanet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed off to the Far Eastern Galaxies in search of the Easter gryphon …. Well actually I headed to the Center of the Universe to reach the Eastern Galaxies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the Gryffon of the East wasn't going to be difficult  with the map I had…  but getting to him would. I needed to find the land in and beyond…  Basically it’s a planet that is within a wormhole….  The planet is like a moon or dessert but with breathable oxygen. The planet has vast amounts of valleys which has many doors spread out… It they look like different shaped mirrors scattered around.  Each door leads to a section with in multiple universes… When you get to the end of the Universe you cross over to another universe, each universe is so fast its like an ant trying to travel an entire planet's territory in just its life span…  In other words it's not possible…. At least not unless you have the help of one of these doors…  Sadly these doors are one way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This normally means that I would never be able to return to my small grain of sand called Drakulon, and though my planet comparing it to the vastness of the Universe, then my planet is but a grain of sand. However it is a gryphon I seek. Gryphons have the power of travel and can  come to this planet of doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the wisest of the wise, the Multi universes connect in a way that creates a sphere. Dimensions is a Sphere of connected Spheres…  The Land in and beyond in with in a wormhole that is in the center of the universe.   Luckily, Earth and her Galaxy; Drakulon and our Galaxy; as well as a few others are near the center of the Universe.  It is still not a skip and a jump away so to get there I will need to use several Alien Portals created like stargates to help jump us across the Galaxies….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/gryphon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/320/gryphon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally when I arrive I search for the right door or mirror what ever you want to call them…  The enchanted Locket the old mother gave me lifts from my chest and is pulled toward the East… I know the door must be there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find what I believe to be the door…   Once I step through I should come to the Planet within the Eastern Galaxy that lies as Far East as you can travel in our Universe.   There I shall find the Gryphon. He will fly me to the Dragon, which lies high in  a cave. I hope I arrive before the Drow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I step through the door I come to the Planet…   I travel and come to the nest of the Gryphon.  Now I must convince him to help me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115921687694678191?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115921687694678191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115921687694678191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115921687694678191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115921687694678191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-2-golden-east.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 2: The Golden East Gryphon'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115874368569281722</id><published>2006-09-20T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:19:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest to the east... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/genesis_10_pantha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/genesis_10_pantha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn it seems that Warbird thinks she can take over my blog…  Hmph…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived on Drakulon.&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Council wanted to see me, in fact they insisted…  I can't say I am happy about that… I like Vampi but this whole race has always suppressed and had prejudices against my race…  I didn’t want to have to deal with some uppity monarchs. I just wanted to go home to my village… My Family is at the village of course my race refer to them as a Pride or if you prefer the canine equivalence a pack…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to what seemed forever for these windbags to call me, it finally happened… I explained about the Civil War on Earth and that Vampirella had left and was returning to Drakulon to be Queen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen their faces… A admixture of joy and fear… For years they have wanted her to become Queen but on the other hand it would mean the Royal tri-ad wouldn't be in control of Drakulon anymore. Power would not be share between a balance of the 3 casts. Of course that is their casts, you don't see any of my race on the royal council do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and left them to their gasping and hyperventilating…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my village I found it empty…  Abandoned except for Ouijema (pronounced in my language as wee-G-muh and means the Seer). Ouijema is old and very wise. She is too old to visit the other villages let alone visit another planet so I only get to see her when I come home. Ouijema has been like a mother to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shgeenma Ouijema? Ojue ke tah?" I said to her as I asked what was happening and why the village was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouijema sat at a small table with dusty cookbooks and herbs spilled around and jars of more herbs and strange things. It was next to the fireplace, which was burning, and Ouijema sat staring into her bowl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise woman could crush blue Ute leaves and with a few drops of her blood see the future from that bowl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ouijema?" I called to her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke with a frail voice that cracked and trembled with age not in the official language of the Drakulon but in the language of my race. To translate, "I sent them to somewhere safe. Had them evacuate before she arrives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ouijema before who arrives?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Queen, Soon she will come." Ouijema set her bowl down and picked up a jar of yellow spices…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vampirella? But there is no need Vampi is…" I tried to comfort my old mother&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/O_LEDROIT_Academy_Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/O_LEDROIT_Academy_Witch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Kitten, the other. The true Queen."  with her fingers she reached into the jar and took a pinch of yellow spice and threw it into the fire… An image appeared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/tales-from-lilith-age-of-eternal.html"&gt;Lilith&lt;/a&gt;?" I gasped, "but how?  Did Vampi enter Hades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old mother reached for a jar of blood petals and threw them in the fire. The image of Vampi appeared, "No &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/199.html"&gt;she is in a Galaxy far, far away&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-queen-rise-part-1.html"&gt;Then how has Lilith returned&lt;/a&gt;, " I questioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouijema  grabbed some seeded spice from a pile neatly gathered on her workbench and through it in the fire, black smoke followed a burst of flame, "Unknown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Lilith now?" I was in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/crystal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/crystal.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reaching for a jar of dirt on the shelves next to her, she opened and grabbed some of the Earth that I sent her from Earth. She threw it in the fire and a new image appeared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, The Sun has grown cold, the day has grown dark and shadows now rule the Earth with Lilith." Ouijema reached for a tube "The Earth is in eternal Darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://the-demonweb-pits.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-let-dark-rise-part-2-black-sun.html"&gt;How, what happened to the Sun?&lt;/a&gt;" I wondered if this had anything to do with the Civil War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the tube and I shiver as she pulled out spider hairs. As Ouijema threw the hairs into the fire I knew that I didn't need to see who was responsible I knew….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lolth, yes I know she was resurrected, I know Great Mother." I sighed hanging my head. I hate the Drow and I hate Lolth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/tlazoteotl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/tlazoteotl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Drakulon Shaman grabbed a wooden box the size of a small jewelry box… when she opened it I saw the scales of different dragons arranged in little compartments. She took a gold scale and threw it in the fire… "It's the Sun Dragon, Lolth had the Drow attack it. It has been poisoned and is sick. Lolth has the Sword of Ra. This is how she has brought eternal night to the Earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should fetch Vampi." I said as I stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No kitten, there are others who have been given that task. You have a more important task. You see, we are all connected, All life is a single strand, which intertwines with thousands and billions of other strands. When Lolth blackened the Sun she caused an imbalance. This is like cutting a single strand, other strands, which connect and are woven with that strand become weak. Some how Hades power relies on the balance of the Earth. They are connected. There is no telling what other things has been upsetted. Lilith is all-powerful and the Vampires that follow her will be virtually invincible. However, there is still hope as long as the Sun Dragon lives. For as long as the great beast breathes, the Vampires will still be vulnerable to the rays of the Sun. However if the Dragon is killed, the thread can not be prepared, Doom will come from it… Lolth has sent the Drow to kill the Dragon and you must stop this from happening. You must hide the Dragon and protect it. I will send you with healing herbs and medicines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay mother but where do I find…" I sigh kneeling once again at her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/HOMM5_Haven_Creature_Griffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/HOMM5_Haven_Creature_Griffin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You will need the help of the eastern gryphon, I will make you a map." Ouijema pulled some old brown parchment that was blank and unused… She set it on her table and from a cup removed a quill. Reaching over she lit the tip of the quill from the fore place and as it caught on fire she placed the burning feather into a bowl of blood. With a soup dipper she dipped the blood and poured it over the paper and then dipped the ashes from of the fireplace put it on the paper to… She then took out a powder puff it was filled with loose powder she said some words and blew the powder on the parchment.  As it settle magically the paper turned into a map of old…. Ouijema handed me the map…  "Go quickly kitten, the Humans wont last and her hatred for our race…  Sooner or later, maybe after, maybe before she has finished with the humans, Lilith will come and in her eyes and twisted mind purify Drakulon by purging it of our race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not fail you Ouijema. Let me help you to safety," I offered and Ouijema shook her head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw in the fire the dried leaves and blood from her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrying"&gt;Scrying bowl&lt;/a&gt; and threw it in the fire, an image f her future shown, Lilth killing the old Shaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I screamed, "Great mother it doesn’t have to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise woman put her old hand on my mouth, "I am old Kitten, my time has been set Let us not deny the fates. Though you preferred the way of the warrior over that of the Shaman or Mage, you were always my best pupil. Now go Kitten for this will be the last time we see each other in this life, but do not mourn for I will always be with you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut strands of her hair and placed it in an enchanted locket. Ouijema put the locket around&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/1600/HOMM5_PC_3Drender_griffin_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7542/2708/200/HOMM5_PC_3Drender_griffin_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my neck. "You can summon me anytime from the stars little one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her hands and then hugged Ouijema, I said my goodbye for this was truly going to be good bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed off to the far Eastern Galaxies in search of the Easter gryphon ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115874368569281722?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115874368569281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115874368569281722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115874368569281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115874368569281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/quest-to-east-part-1.html' title='A Quest to the east... part 1'/><author><name>Pantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04852177967423874026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309375771152223349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115833141335350276</id><published>2006-09-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T08:27:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- Reckon at Sky City</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Nick Fury… He wanted to see Scott and me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have to…" Scott mumbled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You signed remember, You are a &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHIELD agent&lt;/a&gt; now." I said as I walked next to him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick turned to us, "Aw Good, I hear you have an Invitation Scott to &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-200th-post-party.html"&gt;Vampirella's 200th Post party&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but…." &lt;a href="http://cyclopsthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott &lt;/a&gt;stammered…&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Fury what do you need from us?" I asked… "You want us to bring Vampirella back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No we don't want no trouble with the government that governs Sky City. Besides Vampirella's case has been assigned to someone else. I need you to go and watch Logan and Ana." Nick said turning the TV on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood boiled, "That Bitch is behind bars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-is-shi.html"&gt;Not anymore, see we had to release her&lt;/a&gt;. We got some bad PR when SHI showed up while Miss Ana Ishikawa was in custody." Nick pointed to the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it isn't possible." I gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you and Scott to prove that. Do not approach, take camera and observe. Its reckon… understand?" Mr. Fury then waved his hand for us to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left I turned to Scott, "I will meet you at the Party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampirella wasn't happy to see me at the Party. I wasn't happy in seeing Shi all over Wolverine or Ana Ishikawa standing next to SHI. Scott came over and pulled me close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he talked I thought to myself "Hmmm I think that is enough Reckon for today…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute how Scott thought his 10 min best was a big deal, I didn't want to tell him Logan at his best is an all nighter.. Normally the girls have to ask for a break… but Scott is learning ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115833141335350276?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115833141335350276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115833141335350276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115833141335350276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115833141335350276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-reckon-at-sky.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- Reckon at Sky City'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115793418703856898</id><published>2006-09-10T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:23:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- Registering Scott...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/MSMARV008_cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/MSMARV008_cov.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-against-thor-and-his-idiot-friends.html"&gt;I was sent by SHIELD with Thor to deal with the Sayians.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all my abilities, I was unable to deal with the small child. Thor was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to SHIELD HQ and Mr. Fury wasn't happy with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you send Wonder whatever to back us? You should have sent someone else, Natasha would have been a good choice." I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch who you are yelling at Miss Danvers," Mr. Furry stated, "Natasha is handling the Drakulon, Pantha. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I could have handled her, after all She is my room mate." I fussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I want you to go and speak with your boyfriend, If we can get an X-men on the propaganda from it will help us. You can handle him can you not?" Nick stated slamming his fist on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scott, of course." I sighed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick signaled for some men to enter, "It seems Intel has been slacking and we do not have the correct info on these Sayians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to go get cleaned up. While driving home I called Scott, "Hey babe, I am on my way to my place and I just bought a little black number and looking for someone's opinion. Mind if I model it for you? ….  Scott breathe…. Okay just be at my place in 15 min."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/speak-with-sayian.html"&gt;I went to my apartment and found Natasha sitting with Pantha…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Carol, instead of telling me you just going to send one of SHIELD's other dogs?" Pantha spat at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't assigned to you." I said as I walked into the other room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Ana?" Pantha followed me but Black Widow grabbed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantha pulled from Black Widow and got in her face but Natasha wasn't budging, "Sign these papers and will be satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already told you, I am neutral in this matter. So I am not signing but I will not violate your law either. I will return to Drakulon. As for Vampirella and her children, why not ask her." Pantha pulled away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We would like to just tell us where we can find her." Natasha wasn't letting up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantha began hissing like a cat,  "I have no information to share even if I did I wouldn't share it will with you or SHIELD or anyone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black Widow report to HQ." Natasha's com went off…  The Black Widow looked at Pantha, "You have 24 hours to be off planet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Black Widow left Pantha grabbed some belongings and left… I prepared the room with perfume and candles for Scott's arrival…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the knock came at the door I answered it, Scott stumbled into the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/carol10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/carol10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carol…" Scott stuttered&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh, come in have a drink with me…" I sat Scot on the couch and handed him a beer, I began kissing his neck and then whispered into his ear, "I need you to sign something for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's leg was nervously shaking, "What paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its there on the coffee table," I purred as my hands explored under his shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/nxscott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/nxscott.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott lifted the paper, "What is this?  Is this… No no the Professor wants us to remain neu….." Scott's voice slowly raised into a high pitch as my hands slipped under his pants….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://cyclopsthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;, this paper allows us to be together in ways you just can't imagine. If you don't sign we can't be together because you are breaking the law, " I slipped my hand out and unbuckled his belt, "there is not neutral. Either you obey the law or you don't. There is no middle ground…" I then unfastened his button fly, "besides, you’re a man, your own person. Do you really need Xavier to tell you want to do."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/fanart111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/320/fanart111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott whimpered a bit as I pushed him back against the couch. I kissed him and then whispered as I lifted a pen , "If you sign we can celebrate," I then began kissing his chest moving my head down slightly then lifting it, "You want to celebrate with me don't you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott took the pen and as I moved further down to a more persuasive position I could hear him signing the paper…  I climbed up into his lap and took the paper, checking and confirming that he had indeed signed the paper… "Excellent, let's celebrate now…" I put the paper in the fax machine faxed it to SHIELD, turn off the light and returned my attention to Scott…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Scott gasp, "Oh god I hope the Professor won't be pissed…"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115793418703856898?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115793418703856898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115793418703856898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115793418703856898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115793418703856898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-registering-scott.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- Registering Scott...'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25870968.post-115765464702816802</id><published>2006-09-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:31:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Poster: Warbird -- A job to do: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Top%20Secret%20Logo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/Top%20Secret%20Logo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn it! I told them to wait.  Granted I do not know The Sayians to well. However Ana AKA SHI. I wanted to be there for that little wretch to refuse to abide by the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting for me, Natalia grabbed ' the wasp' and went off to round up the Heroes on her list. SHIELD of course wanted me to snoop around the Xavier Mansion. &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2006/09/scott-would-you-please-get-ahold-of.html"&gt;Something was off but they didn't quite know what. I had already told them all I know and that was about nothing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I could spend the day with Scott but I really want to be the one to arrest that little Hussy of Logan's. If she gets arrested I may be able to have my chance to reconcile things with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am not sure as of yet his stand on the Registration act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/orders-from-shield-coming-in.html"&gt;I hear my Russian comrade went after the half Sayian first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to catch up with her….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was leaving an apartment in a crime ridden neighborhood, thus how it gets its name, &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-part-one-family-divided.html"&gt;Crime Alley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Reaper sign?" I  ask looking around and not seeing the half Sayian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, we will pick &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2006/09/civil-war-part-one-family-divided.html"&gt;Mr. Reaper&lt;/a&gt; up later. Right now I am off to visit your friend." Natalia said handing me the file on Ana Ishikawa AKA SHI&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/1600/Image13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2508/3055/400/Image13.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Widow had let the Sayian escape but I am certain if she doesn’t get him Nick would have the other Sayian pick him up. What was important it was time for me to get rid of my competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2006/09/owner-of-gallery-arrested-by-shield.html"&gt;I knew SHI wouldn’t sign. She values her alter ego.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, is this X-23 with her in this picture?" Natalia stated…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25870968-115765464702816802?l=clawsinorout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/feeds/115765464702816802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25870968&amp;postID=115765464702816802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115765464702816802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25870968/posts/default/115765464702816802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clawsinorout.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-poster-warbird-job-to-do-part-1.html' title='Guest Poster: Warbird -- A job to do: part 1'/><author><name>Warbird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00565170262160484191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>