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Post by shadows on Nov 2, 2005 10:28:21 GMT -6
"Toying with you, little Dragon..." Dark Alex broke the hold, and punched Kiera in the gut. She, being human there, doubled over, the wind knocked out of her. He stepped back, Alex crying in his head as Kiera crumpled over. The boy was too weak to retake control. And Dark Alex knew this. He would torture the boy with his friend's death, and he would stay with his Mistress.
"Mistress,"
He began,
"Would you like to show this Lizargian just what it means to trespass in your home?" No!
With Dark Alex, Alex could try and save Kiera, but with Luci, he had no power over her. What had he done? By trying to push Kiera away, he had lead her here, and he had caused the Stone to...react. He had to do something!
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Post by Vahalior on Nov 2, 2005 12:28:10 GMT -6
Krik followed the trail left by the hybrid and her pet towards a large mansion. Passing Arachnid males, there limbs torn away from their bodies, or incernerated with fire along the way. He didn't think alot to the Arachnids, and he cared for slain ones even less. One male, clearly younger and filled with a sense of his own importance had stood before Krik as he followed the tracks to the Spiders lair, but a simple snarl from Krik had sent him scurrying away up the nearest tree.
Upon entering he could hear the sounds of a scuffle up ahead, and sense a huge amount of magical energy literally crammed into a human form. Eventually Krik made his way into the room the fight between Dark Alex and Kiera . Seeing the Behemoth clearly angered, he instinctively reared up ready to strike once again, but realising it wasn't direccted at him he relaxed slightly. A second female, an arachnid one was also in the room he noted. His back creaked slightly as he turned his head to survey the room.
"Why doesn't the Lizard fight back?" He muttered under his breath as Dark Alex punched Kiera in the stomach. He didn't want to intervene, but, why wasn't the Dragon-Hybrid fighting back?
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demented
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Vade Mecum
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Post by demented on Nov 2, 2005 13:52:23 GMT -6
Cackling, Luci walked to her pet, standing behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She nibbled on his ear, her eyes locked with that of the Lizargian. This is just too priceless.. she thought as she watched Kiera doubled over on the ground. The arachnid could feel the power from the boy, power she had controll over, power she wouldn't hesitate to use.
"Such a good boy.." she whispered seductively in his ear. Her lips moved down from his ear to his neck, kissing it softly, reminding him of what he would lose should he turn on her. "Teach her a lesson. Show her what happens to those who come between us. Make an example of her." Luci giggled and released her hold on the boy, stepping back and grinning, fangs clearly visable.
It was then she glanced out of the corner of her eye, a figure moving. It was a hideous monster, and her eyes narrowed, hissing at it and grabbing a weapon. "Have all creatures forgotten their manners?" she glared at Krik, "I havn't invited you into my home, and it is rude to invite yourself in." Lucifana's lips twisted into a smile, devious and sly, "I suggest you leave, NOW!" she boomed and pointed with her spear towards the door.
Get out of my site you hideous monster. Or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.
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Post by Vahalior on Nov 2, 2005 15:43:27 GMT -6
"Seems I'm not welcome anywhere these days. Oh wait...the whole apperance thing." A strange rummbling sound escaped Kriks voice, possibly a slight chuckle, before he ran his bladed fingers across his cheek. A thick black ichor began dribbling down his face and to the floor, bubbling as it met the air. Krik grinned as he ate up Luci with his sunken eyes, the pose, the figure, it reminded him so much of the usual types who fought him.
"And as to leaving? I go where I wish." His two elbow blades suddenly extended massively, digging deep into the material of the room they were in. "And I like to watch." He drawled, cocking his head towards Dark Alex and Kiera. His countanance suddenly hardend, glaring at Luci, daring her to try and shift him from the place he had literally embedded himself into.
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Post by Kaisar on Nov 2, 2005 16:02:15 GMT -6
Kiera got up again slowly, she spat the blood thta covered her mouth onto the ground ignoring it as it bubbles and spat, smouldering on the floor as it ate through to the ground below. Her whole body quivered with over exurtion. the past few days had been too much and now this just pushed her ot the point of breaking. Her body was gonig to stare rebelling soon, it couldn't take much more. "Whats the matter Alex... so manipulated by this bug that you want her opinion for everything you do.." he vocie was little more then a rasp but she managed to get up and stand tall. "Eventualy you'll tire of her.... and then what?" She flinched as she breathed. Her chest felt like it was on fire and her vision was already starting to cloud. But she was it in hsi eyes, a flicker of something she knew. Alex! ""and when she tires of you... she'll kill you just like that corpse we found ta hte edge of the forest... She's... she's no better then the Lycan Lord... and he's still coming here.... With his pack he';ll come and he'll take you again... both... both of them seek to control you Alex.... your stronger htne that...." she lent her back against the wall and watched him and waited. Amory also stood waiting, waiting from a signal of some kind to attack.
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Post by Anarchy87 on Nov 3, 2005 13:38:58 GMT -6
Enjoying the company of the innocant little girl, Miran became careless..little did he know this was only the silence before the storm. "not so fast now are you Mutt" a rough voice said from the woods, heavy footsteps and the sound of leafs being crushed soon followed. shifting his gaze to the left Miran Saw the cause of the noise, and it stood tall at 6'8 holding a double bladed axe in a single hand "spoiling your dinner plans Ain't I Puppy" It laughed sarcasticly, the scent of death surrounded the figure, and parts of dreid up blood decorated his face . as the man neared He showed his intentions raising the dreaded Grimlock Axe. The small girl jumped up as if trying to stop him "Beat it" he said as he threw the girl asside with a single swipe of his left arm. "don't like that eh Puppy?" a cold and sadistic laugh left Grievestone's lips as he saw the mans face shape into intimidating one, teeth bared and the look of a wild dog. much to the obvious amusement of Twinblade. ooc: first things first..Lore nagged me ...Lol Second Twinblade thinks the girl is a Lycan too wich is why she had the good ol' Barca Treatment
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Post by Vector on Nov 3, 2005 19:07:30 GMT -6
OOC: The contents of the second paragraph in « Reply #61 on Oct 31, 2005, 2:52pm » (De's post on page 5) are in violation of rule #5 (in this case: provocative acts of sex with fairly graphic detail in an RPG that has not been given a "Mature" rating). Please edit the post appropriately and swiftly or the thread will be temporarily locked in the graveyard.
EDIT: Thank you for your cooperation in this matter. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Nov 3, 2005 21:00:58 GMT -6
Miran jumped to his feet, a snarl touching his lips. Damn him! How could he not have scented or heard this man? How could he have missed him? It wasn't like the man was a theif, sneaking up on the group without a sound from downwind. Gods below! What was he going to do? He looked at the little girl, saw her sprawled on the ground where she had been shoved, and growled with hate and rage. Nobody, nobody would do that to his little girl. Miran didn't even stop to think about the fact that she wasn't actually his child. He felt too strongly for the little girl, felt too much emotion and too much love to let her slip away. She was everything to him now. And now...now...she was being threatened, as was Miran himself. This man, wielding his gigantic axes, was threatening their lives. Miran couldn't stand for that.
He quickly untied his bola, still wrapped around his waist, and swung it up into position. He began to swing it around and around his head, building up momentum and speed, inertia taking control of the heavy weights at the end of each line and spinning them dangerously fast. And as he spun, he did a slight transformation of his body, changing his muscles and his tendons. He was still exhausted, having only slept a few hours in the past two days, and having run so far so fast in those many hours of wakefulness. Fighting the Torajin hadn't helped either. So now, here he was, exhausted, his body drained and his mind foggy, and he was being forced into another fight. The odds weren't good. And so, with his mind, he forced a partial transformation into his Wolf form. The partial transformation added muscle to his body, increasing his strength and his speed. He also transformed his skin, making it Wolf skin, more resistant to attacks and less likely to break. He didn't bring about the bone changes or the hair, just the muscular changes neccessary. With his increased strength and endurance, he thought he would be more than a match physically for this Lycan hunter. Now, if he could only outwit the man...well, that remained to be seen.
He wasn't going to wait for the man to attack. Never give your opponent first blood. That was a key rule. He growled, a full-throated, nasty growl, and struck forward with his bola, not throwing it up darting it forward. He was attempting to snag the twinblade the man carried, grab it and pull it back and out of the man's hands. Without that, the man might not be much of a fight at all. However, the human moved fast, pulling the blade out of the bola's reach, then slamming it in towards Miran's abdomen, attempting to score an early hit. Miran dodged backwards, easily slipping out of range, and still twirling his bola around menacingly.
Still snarling with rage, Miran began to circle off to the side. He was moving away from the little girl, who still lay on the ground, head clasped in her hands due to fear, looking away from the battle. And the Torajin still seemed asleep...he wasn't sure if help would be forthcoming from the cat creature even if she was awake. He moved deeper into the forest, twirling his bola and avoiding trees, watching as Barca followed him. The deeper he got into the forest, the more trees there would be, and the less able he would be to wield his bola with any type of momentum. But it would also limit the man's broad swinging of his twinblade, forcing him to rely on downstrokes and thrusts. Miran could tell the bola would be useless to him in the forest, and so, he used it as well as he could. Spinning it with as much force as possible, he suddenly flung the deadly projectile at Barca's chest, hoping to score a hit with one of the weights, and maybe even hit his head if Miran was lucky. But, without waiting to see if the bola had struck, Miran darted off into the forest, heading into the thickest trees, knowing the man would follow right behind him. Miran would choose the place of battle for this fight, and he hoped he would win.....
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Post by Anarchy87 on Nov 5, 2005 8:06:40 GMT -6
ooc: 8 hours of drinking, and getting home at 2:45 (to bed at 3) equals: don't get your hopes up likely below par besides my head hurts >.<
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"Coward!" Barca yelled as the Bola, connected and wrapped itself around the Grimlock. "no matter.." he said calmly as he unbinded his axe,and a crooked smile crossed his face " Might as well kill the welp first..Ha Ha" the man laughed hard as he turned back to the small camp they left moment ago. - looking back over his shoulder, Miran saw the man wasn't following him.. The lycan's face paled, thinking of what the Hunter was going to do: the effort to save the young girl would be the cause of her death.. Tears formed in Mirans eyes as thoughts of her mangeld corpse filled his head. propelled by the thought of the hunter leaning over her Sweet dead body. Miran ran back as fast as his weary legs could take him. Barging back through the woods zigzagging through the tree infested woodlands. with in seconds the lycan was back at were he threw his Bola, passing another tree
WAM!
the flat side of the Grimlock connected to Mirans nose, knocking him down the lycan slided a few feet over the leaf covert ground. "i knew you would come back puppy..you know..i love these blades" he said as his hand went over the blade as if petting it "They are a part of me..And I'l make them a part of you!" the man said raising the axe once more, jumping forward he brought the axe down. wich would have crushed the lycans Ribcage if he hadn't rolled asside in the nik of time. the blade dug deep into the forest floor missing the lycan with not even a inch to spare.
ooc: sorry for char controll will erase if you got a problem with the post (couldn't contact you on msn..and yesterday i was in a: No posting Condition..
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Anna Molly™
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My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Nov 5, 2005 12:05:49 GMT -6
(ooc: Afternoon! I failed history, how lovely! And a 15 minute post, fabulous!)
The sunlight breaching through the tree canopy high above, the intense warmth of the ageless star rested on Mael's hand. She shifted from the heat, inching her hand carefully away from the unseen radiation, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid the inevitable ie waking up. The Torajin loved her sleep in as vast a quantity as she could get.
Dreamily smiling, she curled up tighter under the shadow of the trunk, a perturbing thought bringing a flutter to her eyelids. How LONG have I been sleeping...? Her lazy grin became replaced with a brooding expression, the cat woman furrowing her brows in pondering. She hadn't meant to sleep, she shouldn't have even be able to get to sleep considering circumstances.
Eyes opening, the deep pair of emerald made out the dark brown bark in front of her face. The grass by her face tickled her nose, the strong smell of earth the only thing she could properly detect in her current condition, her current overwhelming fatigue. A foolish thing I have done...shame shame shame Maelstrom! She inwardly scolded herself, the consequences a bother.
As a Torajin, Mael was restricted to two forms and two forms alone. One of the forms were human or something resembling one of the two legged beings who wished merely for domination and power over the planet. In that form, her chosen form, she was nimble, agile, holding a certain curiosity and grace. She wasn't strong but her flexibility and endurance compensated for the issue. Her second form dealt with a creature of the night, becoming a beast resembling a jaguar, stronger obviously. The only downfall was the second form was dangerous to use considering humans held an afficiando with the fur of the Torajins. And also, while she held power, her thoughts didn't flow as logically as they could. There were no in betweens in the issue, you could become one or the other, but never[/b] both at once.
Mael groaned, muscles sore beyond comprehension. She rolled onto her back, a sharp pain erupting from her spine to her ribs. Squinting, she meowed weakly, shaking her head. Why...completely beyond inanity.... She shook her head, the repercussions from her partial transformation in the morning bearing down on her in her attentiveness. Damn... she turned her gaze onto the side, forming a wry face at the peculiar site...
(ooc:....will finish later...>.>)
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Post by matt on Nov 5, 2005 22:07:39 GMT -6
Name:[/color] Malachai Black Age:[/color] ? Race:[/color] Demon- Whether the agents of Hell played a part in the war of the Seven so long ago is to be decided, but there is no mistaking a power wandering the land which should of stayed sealed with Lucifer. Home:[/color] ? Appearance: Malachai Black is a man you would never suspect of Demon blood - eyes a warm brown with long lashes of raven, lopsided grin portraying a feeling that he will take care of you. His gorgeous black hair cascades past his shoulders, two locks framing his oval face. He has an olive complexion, standing at 6'6", weighing 180lbs. and maintaining a slender physique. Not too fat, not too skinny, Malachai is a beautiful man, but there is more to the demon than meets the eye. Weapons:Demonology - The ability to blast foes with fire/shadow magic. Twin blades - Etched with "Devils Never Cry" in the demon tongue, these twin Scimitars feature a winged demon instead of the hilts, wings wrapping around your hand. People say these Scimitars are evil... If only they knew the true extent... Fighting Style: Melee History: Malachai Black is the Hand of Destruction, feared by all of Hell, carrying out the will of not Lucifer, but his Lord, the Lord of Darkness. Other: People tend to do what Malachai wants because of his looks. He takes advantage of this, and then, he orders his Soratois to have their way with the fools. ~ The Lycan Lord stood on the border of Woe and Ebony Woods, Lycanthrope behind. He was their Master. If he said to bark, they barked, if he said to go die, they would go die. To think, he held the secrets of the Shadow in the book his father left, and he held the power of the Lycanthrope, but he wanted MORE. He wanted the Stone. The power he longed for. The power that was to be his that he could feel from Ebony Woods. He would find the boy, have his way with the boy, and then take the Stone. "You can run, but you can not hide, Guardian!!! I will find you and I will tear from you the Stone!!! And I will be the ruler of Orr!!! The others will bow to me... OR THEY WILL DIE!!![/b]"[/color] He laughed loud, and he laughed hard. He laughed and laughed and laughed as he thought what he'd do when he got his hands on the Stone. He did not know of the man"Ooooh... I know. I will have Nina Mcknight on her knees!!!"He did not see the manThe Lycanthrope watched as a black clad man swayed through their ranks. They watched as he approached the Lycan Lord. Their Lord. But... they could do nothing for the strangeness. He did not hear the manThe Lycan Lord was pushed, as he tilted his head, dumbstruck. The Lycanthrope and their Lord watched as Malachai Black became a silhouette as he swayed and swayed and swayed into Ebony Woods. "What the fuck?"Those were the last words of the Lycan Lord as lightning struck from the dark skies. What followed the demon's swath of destruction were beasts. Beasts not of this world as they crept past the dead Lycanthrope at 25MPH.
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Post by Kaisar on Nov 5, 2005 22:16:28 GMT -6
(OOC: Matt has read over this following post and approved it.)
Dark Alex sneered as he looked at the weakened dragon. It was pathetic that way she kept trying to reason with him, pitiful. She should have let it go and saved her own life… she asked for this fate[/color] Stop it! ”I think its time this was ended. I grow bored with you half-witted babble beast…” He turned and moved over to where his old cloths lay. Dark Alex opened his right hand over the pile, a dark aura radiating from the outstretched hand. From the pile the sword Kiera had found beneath the withered corpse, jumped to his hand. I’ll make it quick boy. She won’t feel much… NO! I won’t let you, I agreed to this because I thought it would save her, but now you’re going to kill her just because she’s so determined to fulfill what she believes is her duty! The beast should have been more careful who she pledged her life to…. Stop trying to fight me its pointless. Kiera was still leaning against the wall her blood still dripping to the floor and eating at the flooring, small wisps of smoke rose from where they fell. He walked towards her drawing the sword from its sheath. The blade gleamed coldly in the light, like it was touched by frost. A soft power stirred within the blade. What… hmm magic within the sword, peculiar… Why hadn’t I noticed it before? Within his mind Dark Alex became wary, Alex was silent now and his presences seemed to have regressed to a point where he had trouble locating it, perhaps the boy had finally given up and retreated into the depths. He frowned and looked back at Kiera, her gaze was clouded with pain and sorrow. To the side the behemoth cub still howled and roared but made no move to attack. ”I’m going to enjoy this.” he said walking purposely towards Kiera. When he was no more then an arms length away Dark Alex took hold of the back of Kiera’s head and slammed her against the wall again. She groaned under the assault and sagged against the wall. Her eyes didn’t focus on anything before or around her. She was bordering on the point of collapse.
”Time to die little Dragon…” Not if I have anything to say about it! Fool, without me she’ll kill you both! Not necessarily.. I wonder how that woman will go dealing with the magic within that sword. I can draw on it and all we need is a moment of distraction to get away. And suppose you do get away, what then? The dragon’s not going to get very far the way she is. It’s better to try then to just give up… Kiera saved US from the Lycan Lord it would be poor not to save her. I can’t let you kill her… no matter what happens… Dark Alex quivered slightly the blade poised to finish Kiera. The tremor was only faint and lasted but a second. “Kiera… I know you can hear me. I need you to stay conscious as long as you can. We’re getting out of here…” his voice was so soft none but her and Kiera could hear it.
The dragon groaned as she opened her eyes and looked at Alex, His face came into focus. Through the haze of pain and darkness that tried to claim her she heard him speak. ’We’re getting out of here…’ he said. She exhaled slowly as some part of her conscious mind accepted this fact. Alex had returned! The Alex she knew.
Her head drooped a little in what could have been a nod and her hand twitched. Amory who had been raging all the time grew quiet and tilted his large head ot the side. The beast growled and looked to the Spider woman who had been watching the whole time. He roared and charged. Bounding towards her like a mad beast. However the behemoth ran past her after a brief moment of panic and dove for Alex’s cloths in a practiced movement the cloths were in his mouth. ”NOW!” Alex cried drawing on the magic within the blade. He’d examined it more closely then his dark side ad and discovered the magic within the blade was elemental. It possessed the power of the elements, Earth, Fire, Water and Air. Now he called upon the magic of fire. The blade changed from its cold icy sheen and glowed like molten metal as he turned.
Alex drove the blade into the ground and watched as flames raced across the ground creating a wall of flame controlled and precise the magic held the flames in a flaming wall that burned only that which touched it all other things remained unaffected. While the spell held the flames would block the spider woman from coming after them. Amory who had charged back past her before the flames now stood with Alex’s cloths in his mouth tail lashing playfully, happy once more. Alex pulled the blade free and sheathed the blade as he returned to Kiera. She was standing but barely her eyes still glazed and dull with pain even her scales a normally lustrous glossy black looked dull.
Pulling one of her arms across his shoulder Alex led her over to where Amory stood. “Lead the way Amory and hurry…” the Behemoth growled and ran for one of the windows. He barreled through it and into the forest beyond. Adjusting his hold on Kiera Alex moved as fast as possible hefting Kiera out the window. She landed awkwardly an ended up on her knees. Alex followed her out and grunted as he helped her up again. Wearing naught but the pants that had been thrown on when Amory had burst in Alex could feel the spasms that raked Kiera’s body. She was hurting badly and barely conscious yet still managed to keep up with the punishing pace. Kiera needed help, and soon.
Amory kept ahead of them pausing every now and then to let the pair catch up. It was a nightmare trying to run through the swampy Ebony Woods, always there was the threat of a spider appearing. Attacking them but strangely there was nothing. It was almost as if whatever guards had been around the den had been drawn away by something… or someone.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Nov 9, 2005 21:49:10 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry for such a delay in the posting. I've been busy lately!)
IC: Miran rolled left, just barely escaping the horrible doom of the down-falling Grimlock. He cursed himself silently in his head, wondering how he had fallen for such an obvious trap. That girl! She was a liability, a very dangerous one, in this game he played with the crazy Lycan hunter. He feared for her life, worried about her safety above his own, and that could get him killed in the long run. Rolling again as the Grimlock came down, this time closer to his head, he felt himself wishing the Torajin would wake up. He felt that maybe, just maybe, the cat-creature would take the hint, and take care of the girl for him. Maybe. If he was lucky. But for now, he had a half-mad human with an incredibly huge axe to contend with, and he felt himself slipping a little in weariness and in the pain of his nose.
Quickly, before the man could strike again, Miran leapt to his feet. He pulled a quick cartwheel, hitting the ground at the end and doing a somersault before leaping to his feet once again. That gave him a good three paces outside the Grimlock's range. With surprising speed, before the man could take those few steps to put him back into range, Miran pulled the throwing star from his arm band and heaved it with all his might. It whizzed through the air directly at Barca, with incredible, deadly accuracy....and was deflected easily by the Grimlock. The throwing star, however, was magical, and therefore he had another one immediately in his hand, ready to be thrown. Undetered, Miran launched another missile, then another, then another. His wrist flicked rapid-fire, his throwing stars slicing through the air with a whirring sound that reminded him of a nest of agitated bees. But every single star was deflected by the mighty axe, one getting stuck in the shaft, but most simply bouncing off and landing on the ground. However, Barca couldn't advance...he was too busy deflecting the throwing stars.
Backing up, Miran continued the deadly barrage. He knew that to get within the axe's cutting range was death for him. He could feel his wrist cramping up with the exertion of throwing innumerable stars, and he simply transformed more of his hand to its Wolf form, making it able to endure more and more. But he couldn't keep this up forever. Barca would come up with something, and he would take a taste of the axe before too long. He took another step back, still throwing stars, and suddenly, he reached up with his free hand, grabbed a low limb from a big nearby tree, and vaulted himself up into its canopy. He scrambled up the tree, knowing that Barca would have something up his sleeve, and when he was high enough, he turned and found the man again. Aiming carefully, he began to throw hard, precise shots at Barca's hands and arms, hoping to remove his weapon and thereby making the chances better. Or so he hoped...
OOC: Ok, well, go with that, Beta. It's not great, and I'm sorry if I controlled your character too much. And don't do anything too crazy with mine in the next post, ok? Thanks!
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Post by Anarchy87 on Nov 14, 2005 13:57:08 GMT -6
OOC: can't think nor do much now
BIC:
"Cowardous swine! There is no escape from Barca!" And with truth in his words, the beastlike man deflected Missile after missile, before Jumping to the side dodging another volley, turning in mid air he swiped the massive axe. And it dug deep into the ancient oak tree, but failing to breach the Tree's core..its Heart. Curses flew forth like a never river when a shuriken dug deep with in Grievestone's right hand. Screaming in pain, the man ripped loose his hand, the axe still imbedded deep into the tree.
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Post by Kaisar on Nov 17, 2005 20:33:03 GMT -6
As they moved through the forest Kiera fealt the world around her going black, she was so tired and a steady cold felt like it was settling within her soul. Kiera knew faintly in the depths of her mind she couldn’t go on much further, she’d been to deeply hurt by the brutal assault from this ‘dark Alex’ and the endless fighting of the past few days. Darkness closed in as they moved and Kiera saw images pass her in that darkness. ~*~ She wandered the large hall of her mothers great home watching several lizard Lizargians sweep past. Thye like her wore little in the way of clothes save for loin cloths or pieces of armor. Not four years old Kiera already understood much of her world. She was the daughter of Kerrie, head of the Darkmoon Clan and ruler of Lizargia and soon she would like all youghsters be sent out to the wilds of their home to learn to survive. She heard footsteps and turned a large woman easily eight and a half feet tall loomed over her. Wings the colour of obsidian with matching scales that covered her legs and forearms, curving from behind her ears and across her temples two large dangerous horns stood. She peered down at Kiera with those cold golden eyes, eyes that never showed approval or even love. She was Kerrie, mother and ruler a Dragon Hybrid of awesome strength and power. Kiera met her gaze and held it the woman snorted once and walked past continuing on her way. Kiera bowed her head and shook it moving in the opposite direction glad to be far from that woman as possible. Darkness reclaimed her vision…. And cleared once more to show a young girl, dressed not do differently to what she was at present. No older then twelve years by human standards she moved through the high mountains of Lizargia following a fascinating trail. It looked like something had ploughed its way through and as she had always been more curious then most followed the oath of destruction. T its end she saw a massive den and cautiously she moved around and climbed above slipping once on a few stones. A scent reached her and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Instinct warned her, this was an enemy to be feared. She turned to move away but something came bounding out of the cave and she watched. It was small and purple catish with two black spots on its forehead and short black mane. It was large but looked young. A low growl that shock the rocks alerted Kiera ot the fact there was a larger beneath her, quickly she scrambled higher slipping on more rocks as she climbed her wings helped her keep her balance. She wasn’t yet strong enough to fly far or fast and with harpies about it was dangerous. A larger form moved behind her and Kiera turned a Behemoth full grown and dangerous eyed Her. Kiera panicked and climbed striking several large stones as she did and dislodged them. They shifted and then moved, Kiera paused in her panic as she felt the stone shift and began to roll. The Behemoth lunched itself up the slope after her roaring and then stopped as the mountain side began to fall. Ignoring the threat of harpies Kiera took flight The mountias side buried the larger while the young one fled Kiera glided some distance away andf landed watching in horror as the Behemoth was crucshed under the rocks. Sorrow gripped her for while she wanted to escape she had not wanted this mother beast to die. Behind her a soft squeaky growl made her turn and Kiera saw the young Behemoth behind her. Tears welled in her eyes and she sat down looking at the baby. ‘Kiera sorry… Kiera not mean to…” she bowed her head and looked at the mountain side. “Kiera… Kiera will look after you… Amory….” She reached into the pouch she carried at her side and retrieved a little raw meat she carried. It wasn’t that old and the little Behemoth walked over attentively before taking the meat form her hands he gobbled it down and then sat watching her for a time. Kiera sighed and stood continuing on her trip. Much to her surprise the baby Behemoth followed. Darkness came again and with it pain… ~*~ Kiera opened her eyes a second time and found herself staring at a ceiling above her. The room was dim and she ached all over. Grunting se tried to rise but found it beyond her strength. Instead she turned her head ignoring the pain that exploded in her skull and looked about The room was small but well stocked with what she smelt to be herbs. Where she was she couldn’t tell, but an urgent feeling rose in her. Alex! she fought the pain and fatigue rising to her feet and almost falling she grunted and stood again her body trembling from exhaustion and began moving to the door. But tow figures detached themselves from the shadows and grabbed her Kiera tried ot fight but it was useless she just didn’t have the strength. She growled as she was placed back on the bed and tied down. They said nothing as Kiera lay still once more glaring darkly at them both for a time before exhaustion swept over her like a tide and she again found herself in darkness. Next she awoke it was lighter in the room, a candle had been lit but the bonds had not been removed. Her body still ached but less ten it had. She sighed and tugged at the ropes but they wouldn’t snap or break, they were more then they appeared. It seems I’m at there mercy until such time as I am strong enough to escape and find Alex…She growled then let out a frustrated roar taking in again her surroundings as she tried to think of a way to escape.
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