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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 9:59 am
The winter night's air didn't affect the massive figure hanging from the side of the building. Metallic bone claws gripped the ledge off the edge of the rooftop, the claws off his feet digging into the top of the window he was somewhat perched on. Far below, cars rushed past, tiny metal figures that barely registered in any of the trio of burning eyes set into his skull.
No, the seven-foot monster was searching for more... delectable prey. Something more than the tiny furry things he found on the streets--cats and dogs, he'd been told they were called. Though his collection of bones had grown exponentially due to his recent number of hunts, his hunger ate at his form. He longed for energy, for something substantial to quench his thirst.
Moving up onto the top of the immense building, his long limbs enabled him to traverse the rooftop on all fours quickly, before he lunged for the side of the next building. This one required his claws to dig into the glass and cement siding, damage he gave no thought to before moving onward. Searching for signatures that would promise not only a suitable fight, but a feast.
His search brought him closer to the streets, skull lifted towards the lower rooftops as he sucked air through the gaping holes that were his nasal passages. The third eye on his forehead swiveled about separately from his other two eyes, scanning the area as much as his other senses pried through the energies and scents of the city. A low rumble rolled out of the youma. With so many prowling the streets, he did not think it would take him long to find a target suitable of him. . .
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 3:04 pm
Something felt off in the pit of his stomach. Quail's Eye stood upon the edge of a building as the wind whipped and made the small man shiver with cold. Exhaling a mist of breath, those honey color eyes looked around the city before he let out a half whimper. God, something bad was going to happen tonight. The youma energy he was picking up was a lot stronger than what he normally felt when he put out his feelers. And that's when he saw the seven-foot youma who looked like it'd be a pain in the butt. He didn't sense any other Order energy around which meant he should probably take care of it. So he summoned up the rest of his courage and jumped down behind the youma as quietly as he could. Hopefully he hadn't been noticed, so summoning this gust of strong wind would do something!
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 4:53 pm
He could sense an aura near him, but Ram's three eyes couldn't pick up a figure, even as they swiveled around in their sockets and his head turned this way and that. A sound of frustration bubbled in his throat, a canine's wine and growl that echoed and rumbled through the large frame.
A small, small sound behind him made the large youma c**k his head to the side, claws digging into the side of the building before he prepared to launch himself to a new perch. Horrible timing for him, as just as he relaxed his grip on the building, a strong wind picked up.
The youma howled as he was shoved from his perch, slipping across the glass and cement until he had to let himself drop to the street a few stories below. The resulting bang and crack as his claws split some of the pavement under his weight left a less than amused Areehah looking about for the source of the wind. A rumbling word akin to coward seemed to come from its maw, particularly as it turned around and its glowing red eyes landed on the figure that'd been behind it.
Saint Sergio Short but wanted to get things moving, sorry! <3
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 6:49 am
This youma was weird looking. He didn't know what it was, but Quail had a duty even if he wasn't officially a senshi yet. He swallowed hard and just readied his stance, bringing his arms up. The shorter man looked absolutely nervous, and he was. This fight wasn't going to be easy by a long shot. He took a deep breath and decided to talk instead. And then he was calloused a coward, probably? Maybe? Quail prickled and just started to run at the huge youma, fist flying. "A coward? I think not!"
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