Animal instinct by gaara-kiara

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The place was dark, and dingy the only source of light provided was from the cracks on the ceiling and the boarded windows.

You can tell this fic is important because everything is bold and underlined.

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The family I once knew was now laying motionless on the floor. She was only eight these were the people friends, her family these were the people that helped raised her when no one else would, and she killed them like a predator

Well, you must be kind of upset with her then.

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Now she was all alone again but this time no one would help her she was the cub no one would fend for she was in both the animal and the human kingdom alone.

I am in the animal kingdom with my cat, Scrubs. The weather is nice.

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And with one last glance she picked herself up and ran.

It is no good to just leave all of your yourself laying around the room.

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3 year skip~

~Bluuuue-bells, cockle-shells, inney, ivy, o-ver~

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“name?” “she say’s her name is Volchitsa sir.” “German?” “Russian.” “Then what the bloody hell is she doing here in London?”

"Aaaa, the follies of the public transportation system! When will we learn?"

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“She’s one of them sir.

"She's an Alan Rickman fangirl."

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This place wasn’t the best but it was better then anything she ever had. The paint was chipping, the walls were covered in mold, the floors were creaking, and the roof was leaking,

Eh, so it is a little old. I have been in worse motels.

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the floor was covered in what looked like blood, vomit, and some sort of drink

Oh, ew. Jeez, you could try toweling the floor up after you puke, guys.

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it smelled like grape and alcohol my guess was cheap vodka.

Or some sort of grape vodka.

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After 3 years of being alone I felt as if I was entitled to the comfort of someone it was only human to feel needed but then again I wasn’t your average human.

Excuse me? This story is about Volchitsa, not you. Go back to your dead family.

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With golden almond shaped slited eyes, baby sharp fangs, pointed ears, and sharp claws,

Yeah, my fangs were totally sharp when I was a baby too.

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Then came the taunts. “Warty Mortimer, warty Mortimer.” they repeated over and over.

Why, that is the most biting and original insult I ever heard! I mean it this time!

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4 years earlier~

Time warp time!!!

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“The daughter born of a bitch Volchitsa the female bitch.” laughter waved through the group.

"Well, I suppose if I were a male bitch I would really be a freak, huh?"

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A smirk etched it self onto her face.

Ugh, I hate it when that happens. My face is always sore for weeks after.

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“I’m no dog I’m something you could never dream of why don’t you let me show you?” her arm veins becoming an almost black color, her muscles becoming more visible, and claws extending.

Shit, she is turning into a wrrwolf! Everyone run!

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“You’re one of those monsters.” “No I’m on a whole different league.”

A league of my own.

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Back to reality~

Aww, the super fun LSD trip is over guys.

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(Its not wise to pick on someone with the ability to kill humans you might not make it out alive.)

I am pretty sure everyone has the 'ability' to kill 'humans', sweetie. It is called an 'unregistered firearm'.

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“What are you?”

Volchitsa: Banana!
Kids: No, seriously, what are you?
Volchitsa: Banana!
Kids: Uhhh...
Volchitsa: Orange!
Kids: What..?
Volchitsa: Orange you glad I didn't say banana?
Kids: :<

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The kids were now backing down like a bunch of submissive wolves

Pussy-ass wolves, so damn submissive all the time.

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“I’m the thing god hates, I’m the thing you’d hate to make angry."

That is not really an informative answer.

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They scampered away with out even throwing back a second glance. The boy that was once in the Fetal position now made his way to his feet.

It took a while, they were on the other side of the courtyard.

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“I didn’t need your help so don’t expect a thank you.” “I don’t remember ever asking for one Mortimer.”

Volchitsa: Or should I say, Warty Mortimer?
Toad: :<

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As she left the field his black eyes followed her every move.

~Every step you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you~

From the thread title I thought this was going to be about Fred Phelps.

I was expecting some sort of fourth-wall-breaking diatribe about how "Religion is teh Cancer of yur mind!" by some furry who would be all like "It's Art, you gaiz"

He doesn't hate you, honey. He just wishes you'd quit murdering vast quantities of people.

You notice this thing's been up almost five months and there's not a single review?
Very telling, isn't it?

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She thought no one needed her she thought no one cared but when she meets toad she allows him to see her softer side and when he abandons her in hope that she can find a better life will she forgive him or has her animal side already taken over

And this is why. Not a single punctuation mark in the entire summary. Plus it's Toad/OC, which has been done to death.
Speaking as someone who wrote one.

It tickles me pink when these Oc's of X-Men have mad mutant powers that surpass even Xavier. Or when they have more than one power (ie. [Stupid sue wrote]: Xaiver: This [15 year old] girl is a class-five. She has powers that are stronger than my own. She is the strongest telepath ever.)

Or.

When they can only turn invisible and create force-fields (copy Violet off the Incredibles, much?), and they are the most strongest person ever.

Gosh, can they be any more stupid?

The only good Toad/Oc fics are the X-Men: Evolution.