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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 11:25 am
 HP:20Ozell glides about the battlefield, searching for worthy prey. Her sharp red eyes catch sight of a potentially good target. He seemed to remind her of the god of darkness and this was enough to drive her to start a fight. Flipping her daggers from her belt she folds her wings and dives swiftly down upon her prey, with a wide grin.
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Aldrailian rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:18 pm
Mal'rak, recently blessed son of the lord of darkness, pauses in his trek to find another target. He cocks his head to the side, the tips of his ears arching upwards more as he listens, hearing the faint sound of feathers ruffling above him. Frowning, he looks up, only to let out a startled yelp as a creature divebombs him, daggers digging into his shoulders. "Sonofabitch!" The prince snarls and reaches up painfully to grab onto her jacket, attempting to throw her towards a nearby tree.HP: 20 - 4 = 16
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:17 pm
HP:17 Ozell was distracted as her first blow brought forth blood. Grinning broadly even as he grabbed her jacket and sent her flying at the nearest tree. Flaring her wings she hit the lump of wood hard, but avoided anything serious. Flapping them to remain airborne her eyes glinted with excited interest. Rushing back at him for anther attempt to draw blood.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:42 pm
Mal narrows his eyes and throws his right hand out, allowing his shadow sword to materialize. The blade glimmered dark and almost gave the feeling of hungering for blood. He grins and rolls his shoulders, basking in the pain. "Hm. You're not exactly cursed, so I'm curious. Why do you side with them?" He dodges most of the next attack, receiving a rip in his shirt for it and swings the sword down at her as she passes.HP: 16 - 1 = 15
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Aldrailian rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:48 pm
Derp on my part. Multitasking to the extreme. Watching my daughter attempt to clean and RPing. Totally a good idea, no?
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:55 pm
HP:14 Ozell felt waves of joyous pleasure rush through her at the sight of the strange and awe inspiring blood. Taking a gash along her leg a thrill ran through her and her grin grew to split her face. Swooping around to make another pass at the pockettu she replied only by saying. "You're blood. It calls out to me." With that and a swish of her tail she rushed at him daggers hungering for the blood of this worthy one. (tis okay. X3)
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Aldrailian rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:58 pm
Mal'rak hisses as the blade slices up his back. That...would probably leave a scar. He growls and lunges forward to grab onto her wings, putting as much force into jerking her backwards as his body would allow with both shoulders hurting and now his back. "Why not join our side then, join my father. You can serve him and take down as many cursed and whoever else stands in his way."HP: 15 - 4 = 11
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:08 pm
HP:10 The sensation of pain rippled from her wings and down her back and Ozell relished the feeling. Doing a back flip, in spite of her wings being held in her opponent's grip, she aimed a booted foot for the back of his head while simultaneously tossing one of her daggers for his gut. His words made her creepily wide grin grow further, if that was even possible. The knowledge that he was the offspring of a god made her lust for his very worthy blood grow exponentially. "Serve? I want his blood." She replied with a crazed note in her voice.
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Aldrailian rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:12 pm
The boot made full contact with the back of his head, causing his world to spin for a moment. He grunts as the dagger also hit his stomach, bringing him back to reality. Mal'rak narrows his eyes and pulls the knife from his flesh and returns it to his opponent with a snarl. "You can fight me, but lay a hand on any of my family and I will hunt you down and skin you. You're feathers will make some pretty trophies too!"HP: 11 - 4 = 7
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:20 pm
HP:7 Ozell took her own dagger to the shoulder and, unfazed pulled it out for use again. Flapping her wings she gained a bit of altitude. The hostile, threatening words of her prey sending shivers of excitement through her body. Her insane red eyes glinted dangerously. "You're blood is wonderful." She responded gleefully, seeming to totally disregard his threats. Diving down on him she aimed her sharp blades to bring forth more of his blood.
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Aldrailian rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:38 pm
"Then join up on our side and you can fight me as much as you want!" He lets out a snarl as she collides into him, digging the blade into the upper part of his shoulder. He growls low in his chest and pushes his palm against her, summoning forth the darkness blade again, hoping to pierce her stomach with the blade.HP: 7 - 3 = 4
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I--LiveWire--I rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:48 pm
HP:5 Ozell shifts backwards, taking a moderate slice to her exposed midsection. Her opponent was most definitely worthy prey. However, his blood alone would not satisfy her unending lust. Making his offer hollow and uninteresting. The same was not true of him or his blood. She was still intent on collecting a sample of his glistening red gold. Kicking off the ground for the first time in the fight, she launches hers self to bury her twin daggers into the prince's stomach. Her insanity reflecting in her vibrant crimson eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 4:01 pm
Mal stares at her in disbelief as she collides into him again, blade digging into his stomach. He grabs onto her shoulders and scowls, "Dammit. What is it about women and that I can almost never win?" The Prince sputters and the collapses, eyes rolling up into the back of his head.HP: 0
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 4:12 pm
Ozell grins, eyes glinting with glee as her opponent falls. Sheathing her blades she ignores her prey's final words and pulls out a small glass vial. Filling it with the glistening red liquid that leaked from the wound she had torn in his stomach, she holds it up to the sunlight to stare at her newest fresh sample. Her eyes sparkling in awe she adored it for a few minutes before carefully tucking it away. Looking happily down on her defeated prey one last time she took flight, vanishing from the scene with her prize.
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