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 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:25 pm
((SO. I'M GUNNA POST. Cos your guys' is so beautiful and amazing and I cried big fist sized tears while I read them... it really brings joy to my heart! IT'S FUZZY. AND WARM.
And I like big noses. I'm not ashamed.))
The Wolf's eyes flashed as a tangle of fleshy shadow gripped at his dark form. Somewhere in the midst of his tangled black fur the shadow magic gripped him and he strained against it, flowing and changing in a flare of dark. His paws remained firmly on the ground in the haze of his form, taking swinging and struggling steps closer to the group of heroes. The earth thundered beneath his powerful claws.
The Wolf's mouth remained free and it snapped and tore at the air in a show of violence, face changing and shifting like dark flame. It strained ever forward, his amber eyes fixed heatedly at the animal who was loading a weapon. The shadow about him flowed to his great head and held it at bay, exposing the soft flesh beneath his jaws. He released such a cry as they struck his throat. Something that might have been blood flowed thickly from those open wounds and they hissed with the poison they held.
The beast cried, but snarled and gnashed his teeth as words rained from his eyes and dripped from his muzzle like tears.
The monster then swung its head pulling viciously at his bonds. Setheren placed a hand on the shadow's shoulder and released his own bonds of pure white light. They wove with the Shadow's own and held firmer than the very binding of story.
The Wolf's eyes flashed with a vicious rage and took a breath that made the world sigh quietly as death. In a moment he released it and a fierce wind roared from his open mouth.
((hahaha, I'll huff... and I'll puff... and BLOW YOU $##$#@#ING @$#@$@!@ OUT OF TOWN.... lolz. what? MOVING ALONG. Ah.. the sweet, sweet, sweeeet smell of... drama. biggrin !))
What Lok hadn't expected was for them to want him to stay. He frowned at Percival and his words. What did he mean that couldn't fix it? It had made perfect sense that he go in her stead. He was wasn't worth as much as them.
The pig too, wanted him to stay. He looked to the stout man with a face that couldn't find the right expression to fit. His mouth made a shape that had no words to say "thank you" with.
Why had he ever wanted to eat him?
What really threw him into a whirl of panic was when Sally almost tumbled from her place in the story. He tumbled forward as if to catch her and was relieved to find she was already caught.
When the queen spoke to him in that mocking tone there was a line in his back that went rigid and a shadow of what might have been hackles along his back. He snarled that wild snarl and his eyes might have shone amber briefly, but what he did next he only did when she had finished speaking with Amleth, as her tirade came to a close like the brash man he was and always would be he drew back his fist and punched her in the face.
"b***h!" He shouted with all his might as the world was suddenly assailed with a terrible storm of wind.
((... DUN DUN DUUUN... or something... I dunno if that works, but I went where the writing took me biggrin ))
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 2:29 pm
((HoMG. It's my turn to post! I would have posted yesssssssterday, but I had a JILLION AND TWELVE things I had to do. Aka can attest to that. D: So... Let's see what we can do here.. *cracks knuckles*))
((Oh yeah. and I LOVE Cort. Had to get that out there. I LOVES HIM.))
Set was having quite a hard time keeping the beast under his control. While he had been named the best of his kind in the entire kingdom, that didn't mean that he'd be able to stop ANYTHING. And this Wolf was more than just a normal 'anything.' It was bleeding story... Words that made up its very existence.
Put simply, Set had never seen anything like that. And if he'd not seen it, how the hell was he supposed to do something about it? This thing was working outside the boundaries he knew of his own world. There was only so much he could do without knowing how this creature was even ALIVE - if alive is what you'd call it.
Giving a rather rude snort at Nessa's comment, Set took the time to glance over to the thief. "It's not though. Try and figure something out, would ya? We can't hold this thing down forever... It looks like Lay's bolt did something. Hop on in there, m'dear. Any time is fine with me, though sooner than later would be preferable."
About that point, Seth had cast his own magic. Light and Shadow are interesting things when it comes to magic. Because they are normally opposing forces, very rarely does anyone get to see them working in tandem. But because there can't be one without the other, when working together, they become incredibly powerful. Because Setheren had opted to aid Set, as they'd learned to do in the past, the Wolf was indeed held back.
After all, a story is only as strong as how well it's told. With Story unraveling, slowly too was the Wolf's power.
It was unnerving to see the wolf crying, and howling in pain. Words of all sorts fell from its gigantic form. Trying to ignore the strange scene before him and focus in ridding their world of it, he tightened his magic's hold on the Wolf.
That is, until he huffed and puffed, and tried to blow them all away.
Well, it wasn't as easy as blowing down a pig's poorly built house. Giving a curse, Set curled the binding shadows around one hand, freeing his other. Flicking his wrist, he called up more shadow, which twined about his own legs, quickly forming into what looked like wicked talons. He dug them into the ground, leaning against the gale of wind that had been created by their enemy. "By the Gods... We need to end this quick. Nessa? Lay? Gut this thing."
((OKAY! On to PERCIVAL! And I dunno what to dooooo... Or what your plans are, J... So I'm just gonna... Roll with it? Yeah.))
Dash felt his heart soar when Amleth spoke up. The little pigman had come so far since their unexpected meeting in that dark forest. All of them had. And they weren't going to let themselves down now. Not now. They'd come too far... And never, story or not, would they let the evil win. Not when the evil was evil for evil's sake. ((How many times can I say evil in one sentence I wonder?))
Dash glowered at Bedelia as she approached him, but as soon as Eve stepped in front of him, the look turned to surprise. It was awkward being in another role... But at the same time, it felt good. Perhaps they didn't need to be one thing. Any of them could do anything. Look at Amleth! The man was standing up and willing to fight the Witch with his own strength. Eve wasn't going to be saved - she'd just done her own form of saving.
He DID, however, see just what Bedelia was doing. Despite his pain and fatigue, the Prince launched himself from behind Eve. At that moment, a lot of things happened at once. "AMLETH!" The prince shouted, hoping that'd give the pigman enough time to react. Dash had dropped his sword to free up both hands. One hand twisted the magical threads in the air to dislodge the Witch's energy spell from its path, giving Amleth hopefully enough time to dodge it. At the same time, he lunged towards the frosty woman, as Lok gave her a very solid punch in the face.
"YOu can't control us," Dash growled, cape furling out behind him as he full on tackled the Bedelia, sending them both hard to the ground. At that point, an incredible wind picked up from nowhere, sending the entire group off balance.
Before they knew it, they'd all been forced into the Plot Hole, where Sally still stood, bound to the nothing with the Witch's words.
As Dash tried to get his own footing, it felt like chaos was falling from the ground, and with it, his sanity. There was nothing... NOTHING here. No words of story to create his world... To create HIM.
Before he let his mind succumb to the insanity that was a blank page, he found his sword and did his best to look like he was ready to fight. If the Witch really was writing now... She'd still have power here - as it seemed she already did.
"We're our own Stories now, Witch," Dash claimed, pointing his sword at her. "Don't think for a moment you have control over us."
If only he had believed those words as strongly as he said them...
((err, I dunno. Woo for moving along?))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:07 pm
((*rejects the cure for AIDS because goddamn it's been a ******** month and I don't deserve it at this point because I SUCK.* I'm so sorry, but that really doesn't make up for anything.))
Lay hissed a curse through his teeth as the beast struggled against its binds, writhing and shifting in its dark form, and the demon thing had its eyes set on him. He didn't think it was planning on giving a friendly lick hello.
The arrow pierced, though, and the red gushed forth in a flow of similes and metaphors; the thing was mortal, in its own freakish way. And that meant he had the faintest advantage.
As the Wolf stuggled against its binds and cried in enraged pain, Lay drew his dagger. He had the sneaking feeling that sticking the thing with pins would be a little too easy for a victory. And as he tried to formulate a plan, the blast of wind suddenly knocked him flat on his back, with a crack of skull on ground. His head swam, and he managed to dig his dagger into the ground as a stopper from being blown around any further. There was a c***k as he heard the obsidian that made his blade chip. "Sonnovabitch, that cos' me fifty gold, y'bast'rd," he grumbled, words garbled as he tried to settle the throbbing in his head.
Struggling to his feet in the swirl of wind, he gripped his chipped dagger. The beast was strong, no doubt, but as far as he could tell it was nothing but an angry animal, and he was getting dangerously close to the same level. Set called him to slice the b*****d open, and at this point Lay was plenty willing to comply.
“Go on, Nessa,” he grumbled, wiping his mouth. “Bet his meat’ll be a once-of-a-kind flavor, huh?” He snorted and darted around behind the Wolf, where it hopefully would have a harder time attacking him.
~~~
As the sorceress taunted him, Amleth felt a sinking, writhing feeling in his chest. It was familiar, dark and heavy and miserable, curling in his heart as she sneered with her horribly perfect teeth. It was the feeling he got back home; back when he was hated, shunned, ignored. When everyone thought he was worthless and pathetic, when his own brother sneered and teased him, when no one wanted anything to do with him. The Hole was pulling at the feeling, tearing it to the front of his mind again. It was a slimy, burning, squirming feeling, one that was burned into his brain, into his heart, and he felt the sheer panic and horror kick in. He was worthless, and he had no right being here.
She was right, right about all of it. What was he supposed to do with this stupid sword, poke her with it? He’d hardly trained a day with the thing, it was useless, useless in his hands, at least. He was going to slow everyone down, and he was stupid, stupid, stupid for ever thinking he could help the others. He couldn’t do a thing, not one thing that Dash and Lok and Sally couldn’t do ten times better. All he could do was snivel and eat.
His hold on the sword loosened, and he gave a gasp as he tried to catch a fresh breath of air to clear his fuzzy, blurring mind, but only got a lungful of story as the Hole ripped at him. He coughed and started to double, he was losing his focus, he needed to get out of here, to think…
Dash yelled. The pig looked up with a start and saw the blast flying at him and let loose a shrieking squeal, before trying to roll the side. The witch’s attack slammed into his shoulder and he gritted his teeth as the attack sizzled and growled in his skin, and oh god, he could smell bacon. His breath choked out, and his mind flashed back to Narnia and sneering wolves with sharp teeth. He remembered the pain as he felt it now, and remembered the pathetic, horrible, useless feeling as all he could do was stare and hope the others would save him.
And as he heard a burst of wind, and he felt his body go flying somewhere—he wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t know what was going on outside his head and the pain—he felt like the pain was creeping in through the rest of him, thick with panic and fear and unpredictable chaos. It was crawling through his very being, and it was…purple prose aside, it was really just very painful and unpleasant.
And his head pounded and he couldn’t breathe, and the thought swam through his head:
Neils would be totally furious at him.
He’d rant and say ‘I-knew-you-couldn’t-do-it’ and ‘I-told-you-to-just-stay-home’ and ‘you-never-listen’ and ‘I-guess-I’ll-have-to-do-it-now.’ And Amleth would sit back in his house while his big brother saved him again, just like he did every time. Neils would be totally right, and Amleth would have failed again.
“F…” Though he couldn’t breathe, his throat was tight and choked and burning, he struggled to rasp it out. “******** that,” he wheezed.
His left hand grasped for the sword’s hilt. “I am not…” There it was… “N-not going to let you win again.” He tried to push himself up, before realizing they were standing on a place with no floor. “You told me to take care of it…” His arm wasn’t that bad, really. He could get over it. “And I’m goddamn going to take care of it.”
Pain bleared his vision, while the void of story further darkened everything around him, but he could still somehow recognize her billowing white hair in the blur. He wheezed, and hissed, “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf…”
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:52 pm
((Hahaha I am SOOO out of touch with this story now...like seriously...I'll have to pull something out of my arse...so it'll be crappy.))
Nessa breathed heavily as the wolf roared a mighty wind towards them. "s**t!" She yelped and crouched down, nails digging into the ground as the the wind whipped at them. Her short hair flipped about and she was sure she felt her skin pulling from her skeleton. Her hazy eyes flickered about as Lay darted out. She let out a laughter at what he said and nodded.
"I've never had raw story wolf before. Somehow I doubt it'll taste better than beef." She began and as she stood up, digging her feet into the ground she snapped out two large, thick, and heavy swords. And ever though they were abnormally large, she handled them like they were the lightest things in the world. "Let's see what you got then." She said darkly and jumped into the air. She leaped towards the large wolf and her swords swung in a giant arch, both moving directly on either side of the throat. She let go of them and pulled out a couple of throwing stars, her hands moving about like lightning and they all flew into the air, swirling and curving in an intricate manner, hitting whatever it got.
When they were out of her hands she dashed and skidded right under the beasts body, under his gut and took out a long thin sword, shoving it directly near where the rib cage would be, and hopefully the heart of the thing.
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((This is the hard part...D: ))
Bedelia gave a wicked smile as they group seemed conflicted by her. How funny. That was of course until Dash barroled into her. She let out a scream as they fell back into the plot hole, tumbling to the ground. "GET OFF ME YOU FOOL!" She screamed, kicking at him with her sharp heels and scrambling from underneath him. Her eyes lit up in anger and her fingers clenched into a clawed like position.
Sally winced as the whole group came into the area with her and she struggled against the binds on her wrists and ankles. What was she supposed to do? There was nothing for her to do...but watch...and that's what hurt her the most, knowing all she could do was watch their pain and frustration. She felt tears p***k at her eyes and she squirmed around. "Be careful..." she groaned to them.
Eve stood up and dusted herself off, frustrated with how things were going. She felt sick and terrible, but more importantly...the witch was stealing the show. Wasn't this her land? Not the witches. "You're not in control!" She finally yelled out, her eyes narrowing. "You're completely out numbered! Filthy whore."
Bedelia gave another laugh and put a hand to her face. "I'm the whore? The pot's calling the kettle black." At this Eve glared hardly and threw a fist at the witch, but the woman's hand grabbed a hold of it and twisted it back. "Evil may never win, but the stories aren't in their usual spots right now. And good won't triumph this time, little girl." She then shoved Eve foward. The dark skinned woman fell to the ground, her wind whirling from the power that had been forced at her. And then the pig started to curse...Eve was definitely going insane.
"Is the little pig finally defending himself?" Bedelia cooed, smiling strangely. "Surely you don't expect me to surrender simply because you've got a sword. You'd be amazed the things I've seen." She walked closer to Amleth, her fingers clicking together as she murmured something. As she spoke words began to flicker to life and swirled around her. She then stopped and the words blew outwards like a bomb, rushing to the group.
((Yeah...I dunno what I'm doing...so you guys...do something...D:
I told you...I'm so out of touch with these characters.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 6:14 am
((LAWLZ. Since Ala said she missed it... I'm getting home tonight... I'll go on a posting spree D:<... heeeheheeheh. Anyway, I'm leaving here for the road in a minute... soooo, expect those tonight or tomorrow morning! Hopefully tonight!
PEACE DAWGS.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:51 am
((Alright, ye douches... I'M READY FOR THIS! OH YEAH! OOOOH YEEEEEEEAAAAH! TYPE ALEX. TYPPEEEE... Then I need to post once more D: ))
There is an ending to all stories. There is a death for all villains. There was a fate for the Wolf, a fate for the darkness that had gathered from every page of dark from The Story.
He fought and fought hard, but when the thief slid her blade beneath his ribs, everything froze. The dark flame that made up his form flickered and swayed. The heroes around watched warily. Sethern lowered his arms and moved forward a step. His foot touched lightly in a dark pool of words.
The Wolf's amber eyes were unfocused and defeated. He opened his great maw once to sigh, and in a whisper his breath left him. Words spun and flowed out of him like birds scattered frightened from a tree. The words of story dodged in and around the collection of heroes tugging at their hair and clothes, quiet as prayer. Edges of pages fluttered by like the tips of wings, telling stories older than stories.
On and on the wolf unraveled until all that was left was a single beast, an ordinary wolf. The wolf twitched his ears and eyed the heroes briefly, before turning tail and fleeing into the wreckage left behind. In the place where he had once stood was a page worn clean and blank.
Seth knelt to the ground and picked it up with a tender hand. He smiled. "Well, if that's not symbolism I don't know what the ******** is."
((... HAHAHH, WHAT? I made fun of myself. SHUT UP... ONTO OTHER THINGS..))
As the fight wore on, and Percival tackled the queen full on after Lok had punched her in the face, Lok rushed to aide Sally in her bonds. All around was chaos and confusion, but one thing was clear to this man, he needed to save her.
"Hit her one for me, Percy!" He shouted as he ran full out to get to Sally.
In the so many times he had tried to kill her, he knew now more than ever he was free to do as his heart told him... something he was never aware that he had possessed. He was certain that out of everyone it was Sally... or Amleth. Anyone but him... but now he was not so certain in these uncertain times.
When he reached her he knelt down beside her and tugged at the threads of story holding her captive. "Damn it!" He was saying. "Damn it... I don't... I can't." He looked to her as the Queen casted her horrible spell and thew everything into a terribly bright light, but he could still see Sally. His eyes seemed to search hers. He caught Sally's face with a gentle hand. "You know... Sally. I always wanted to tell you..."
And he kissed her suddenly. It was an unpracticed movement, and rushed, like anyone's first kiss. It was no princely kiss, and it wasn't a wolf's kiss. He grasped her face in both of is square hands and simply kissed her.
That was when the bonds snapped and the spell the witch had been casting suddenly staggered to a stumbling halt. The words scurried and crumpled and fell short of the group's destruction.
Lok had undone story. Amleth had undone story... the princess, and the prince.
There were no more words to describe what they all had done. The witch was powerless without the power of The Story.
And slowly Lok began to smile, but suddenly he was gone. There was no pop to mark his leave or puff of smoke, or even a flash of light. When he had been there he simply had just stopped.
The Wolf was gone, and so it seemed was Lok.
((... hahaha, hopefully that makes sense... but I figured winding this down now would be good... oh yeah... and no worries. Lok is around. somewhere. SOMEWHEEERE. But the wolf is all gone... so... I was like:... what would happen to Lok?
... So I came up with this... WHICH I guess I'll write for next posting time around.))
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