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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 11:51 pm
The dragon just laughed. He laughed at Pestilence's attempt to hurt him with ther little teeth. And with her ill-chosen words. "Larger then I?" he laughed again, as if the thought amused him greatly. Even at full grown, she would never rival his size. The only thing that even approached his size, was the snow kitsu, or an obese nightmare. Her? Never. "You truly are dillusional, if you think you will ever apprach my size" he gave a squeeze with his tail, to prove his point. "Verbal abuse, is for those with no strength or muscle or size. Blood. Tears. Scars. That is whats remembered little morsel" To prove this point, he darted his head forword, and bit her ear. Hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to remove the ear from its person.
His tongue darted out, and savored the flavor of blood upon his lips. It wasnt alot, but it was enough. Enough to want more. "How can you blow me up, if you never grow up" He asked. She couldnt explode him, if she never lived past her teen years. If she just.....disappeared.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 12:51 am
It was quite simple to tell that Pestilence knew very little about the different Kitsusagi types and frankly she didn't care. Her father was pretty tall, so why wouldn't she be big herself when grown? Though the dragon was right, she'd never near his size, but that wasn't going to stop her. "And what do YOU know?! You have no IDEA as to how big I'll be!"
Pestilence let out a gasp of air as the male squeezed her with his tail. Her eyes were wide for a moment, and then they narrowed to nothing more then tiny slits. "Verbal abuse is too for those with strength, YOU OVERGROWN GARDEN SNAKE! You know NOTHING about me! There's ALWAYS blood! ALWAYS! -It's no good if there isn't! Your IQ just keeps getting lower and lower. Blood is the only thing that's going to come from this fight! It'll all be YOURS! There wont be tears, unless you're some sissy boy! -And we both know no one would cry for the loss of someone as ugly as you! -And when I'm through with you there wont be any scars. There wont be enough of you left to leave any sca-"
The male had darted forward, chomping down on one of her ears. "BWAAAAAAAAAAAA~!" Pestilence let out a shriek as her blood trickled down her ear and onto her cheek. He hurt her. There was a rather stuned look upon the kit's face, as she simply remained unmoving for a few moments, it all sinking in. He...he...And..
"THAT IS IT! YOU NO GOOD LITTLE LEATHER-FRIED TWIT! LET ME GO NOW! --I BET YOUR PARENTS ASKED YOU TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME, RIGHT? THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT! OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST SIBLINGS!" the female was snarling now, clawing, pushing and biting at his tail.
She had been mad before, but she was almost always mad. Things had just been taken up about a few thousand notches.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 1:29 am
Aurathaniel, tilted his head to the side. She tried to act tough, but, he just wasnt afraid. At all. He tried (a little) to even be afraid of her explosives, or when she was an adult, but it just came out as laughter, instead of fear.
Even as she attacked his tail, he felt it more like an overgrown mosquito, going crazy on his tail. In the same motion as before, his head darted forword, and bit the other ear. This time, it was more precise, and he left a perfect little hole, near the top of her ear. It would bleed like the other, but when healed would look like an ear-ring hole. In theory, he didnt know about Deadpools genes. Nor did he care. If the female healed fast, that would just be more fun.
Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) he grew bored of having her in his grasp. No challenge when she couldnt move. He squeazed his tail again, this time hard enough to leave a tender spot, and then released her. It wasnt a graceful release however. He uncurled his tail with a snap, sending her rather rapidly to where she used to be, before she decided to fly at the dragon. "You bore me, little morsel" he said with a huff, and flick of his tail. He paid no attention to the small blood spots upon his gnawed on tail. He too, healed rapidly, and those gnaw marks, would be gone and forgotten, within the hour.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:33 pm
Pestilence scowled, her nose wrinkling. Laughing? Laughing at her! Oh he was just pushing all her buttons wasn't he. He had no clue what he was getting himself into, no idea at all. And in the short amount of time that they had been around each other was enough to cause the female to move up this ugly dragon to the top of her list.
Another scream passed her lip as yet again the male clamped his jaws down on her ear. This time the bite had left a hole, she winced giving her ear a flick causing some of the blood to trickle faster down to her face.
Yes indeed the healing factor she had inherited from her father would make it so the hole would not remain once healed, but the time it took to heal. Well that was up for debate. Pestilence's healing factor being as glitchy as it was (so glitchy infact that she didn't really know she had one) sometimes made her wounds heal slower then normal, sometimes faster then normal. The healing time for her current wounds would be decided when her healing factor felt like it.
"Ngh~" The kit was squeazed and then tossed back, hiting the ground with a rather hard THUMP. Slowly she got to her feet, diging something out of one of her sleeves. "I BORE YOU?! SUCK IT UP!" she growled, aiming the item she had pulled from her sleeve. It was a firecracker, and she was aiming it right for Aurathaniel's eye.
With a snicker she launched it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:15 am
Aurathaniel let out a deep roaring laugh. A menacing sound, when you knew his personality, and the fact that it came from some deep malicious place. Aurathaniel, did not know of the firecracker, or what its intent was.
However, coming from this female, he knew it was not a good thing to have aimed at him. He growled, and back-peddled out of the way, his lengthy body winding over itself. The firecracker didnt get his eye, but it took a good chunk out of his neck, by his shoulder. An ugly, scorched mark blackened his velvet pelt. Soon, it marred with red. A deeper red then normal blood. When he recovered, he wound around again, to resume his original position. Through out the entire ordeal, his back legs had never moved, just his middle section and front half. Golden eyes flared with renewed hate. "You will regret that" he said, and charged at her, leaping through the air like a poised snake.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 3:33 am
A devious grin spread across the tiny female's face, her nose wrinkling in delight. She hit him! Now if she just calculated how many more firecrackers she had with her, she'd win this no problem. Of course she also had some more tricks up her sleeve, literally.
"Will I?!" Pestilence snarled, her tails flaring up into the air. He was so very snake like, the way he moved, those eyes. Snakes were easily killed. More so then frogs. Or so she had found. Frogs could hop rather large distances, and though snakes were incredibly fast, once they were caught they weren't going anywhere. Of course they did have those sharp teeth.
And he had proved he had that much more in common with a snake.
Her tiny paws shifted out, as she stood her ground. Eyes watching as he wriggled his way back to his previous position. It wasn't long before he made his move. She'd be ready this time. This time he would not draw blood.
Reaching within her arm sock, she pulled out an army man. One of the ones holding up their little gun. A rather pointy thing it happened to be, and Pestilence had found that when lodged in the right area, the little figures could cause quite a bit of pain to the enemy. "COME AND GET IT!" she shouted, holding up the army man ready to plunge it into a soft spot the minute Aurathaniel landed, if he landed on her or not, the toy was going to be shoved into him if she had anything to say about it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:10 pm
As Aurathaniel flew threw the air, he twisted, so he landed around the small kit. It wasnt a perfect landing, part of him fell close enough to get jabbed with the army man. Luckily Aurathaniel has a thick skin. A perk of an ancient dragon. When you sleep for centuries, your skin becomes tough. To Aurathaniel, the army man poking him, would be like a mosquito. In a quick movement, he coiled around Pez again, this time chomping down on her tails. Not hard enough to break any bones, but it wouldnt've been a pleasant experiance for the female. "Try harder then that, little morsel" He growled.
As his throat growled, it also healed. His velvet fur wove together, a soft glow coming from within him, and soon enough, his fur was flawless again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:19 am
Grey eyes darted about, beneath her mask, watching as the male landed around her. Darn it, he was so long! Another scowl crossed her features, as the army man did nothing more then poke the purple blob, and she was soon entangled by Aurathaniel once more.
"You think you'r-" her voice stoped as his jaws came down on her tails. Fur fluttered down to the ground, as the tiny female let out another scream. She did not like this screaming thing. Made her seem so much like a sissy. Something of which she was NOT.
But it hurt like hell!
At least it was her tails, she didn't need those to win. Shoving her paw into her left sleeve Pestilence pulled out another firecracker. She couldn't miss now. Not while he was wraped around her. "DON'T think you're going to win this!" Her gaze darted to his neck, he healed. And in no time! So he was like her father, just maybe not as fast.
Well then, all the more reason to blow him up repeatedly.
Reaching out, she shoved the firecracker into the male's nostril. Now if she could just reach the tip to set it off--
[ Feel free to break some bones. ;o They'll heal...eventually. ]
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 12:30 pm
His ears, flicked in pleasure. Hearing the small female scream in pain. Ahh, that was music to the dragons ears. Deep in the recesses of Aurathaniel, lied Menkaura, unable to stop his body from harming the female, also, unable to stop from watching. That was another part of the perversion that is Aurathaniel. He did most things, just to watch Menkaura suffer. He could feel his other persona's pain, anguish, fear, sorrow. That was what he thrived on. Hearing Pestilence scream...was just another bonus to him.
Alas, his reprieve was brought back to earth, in the form of a firecracker up the nostril. Well now, this was a new experience. He let out a howl, not of pain, more of...surprise. Maybe even a hint of amusement. He snapped his head back, out of reach of her. He didnt know if a firecracker to the brain was something he could recover from. Maybe time would tell. The antenae that fluttered from his maw, one curled around the firecracker, and pulled it out, with a disturbing Slurp sound. Aurathaniel growled, golden eyes narrowing on the female who dared defy the sanctity of his nostril!
He curled around her tighter, still not enough to kill though, but it was the hardest he'd squeezed yet. You'll pay for your insolence! " he growled, his teeth came down again, this time, upon her fragile arm. And this time, this time he didnt hold back. He didnt stop, until he heard something snap.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 1:31 pm
A growl escaped the female's throat, as she continued to try and grab hold of the firecracker to set it off. She was so close now! But her arm didn't feel like it could stretch anymore, and the male swiftly pulled back his head. Pestilence could only watch as Aurathaniel's whiskeres pulcked the firecracker from his nostril.
No! She had been so close to blowing out his brains! She could have won right then and there, had only her arm been just a little longer!
She gaged, as he tightened his grip once again. She couldn't move, how was she loosing like this? The notion of her loss was finally sinking in, she'd have to do something to pull out a win. It'd have to be something big, and she'd have to be free of his grasp. She should have trained more, made more preperations. The current situation was unacceptable.
The masked female let out another cry of pain, her agony entirly evident. SNAP. Her eyes shut, as she tried to will away the pain. "W-what have you-DONE?" she screamed at him, her eyes remaining shut. "WHAT D-DID YOU DO--TO MY A-ARM?!" She couldn't move it, all she could feel was the pain surging through her body.
This would pose as a problem.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:54 am
Aurathaniel, purred in pleasure, as the female screamed at the breaking of her arm. He released his grasp, a forked tongue running over his teeth. Waste not. He grinned wickedly, as his own inner monologue. He wrinkled his nose, trying to get the feeling of normality back to his nostrils. Who would have though, having a firecracker shoved up ones nose would leave one feeling so...violated. He let out a snort of hot air, over Pestilence.
"What have i done?" he repeated the question, his head tilting to the side lightly, the grin still evident on his maw. "I'm no medic, but i believe i've broken your arm. Wasnt it obvious?" He wondered, how the fiesty femme would fight with a fractured forearm. (tongue twister, ftw). In a sudden, startling movement, he released her, in the same manner as before, uncurling rapidly and sending her flying. It would not be a cushy flight like last time, broken limbs tended to make the landing more...excruciating. But again, he was no medic. "How will you win the fight, when all you can do is cry?" His head was tilted in a mocking manner.
How indeed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:05 pm
Pestilence scrunched up her face as the hot air from the dragon's nostrils flowed over her face. How disgusting, but she didn't have time to think about that kind of stuff right now. Her mind was too focused on the pain. She'd never felt such a thing before, the pain.
"Y-you idiot!" she choked, eyes shooting open as he sent her flying. She didn't have much time to react and it certainly showed in her landing. The kit came crashing down upon the ground, screaming again as her broken arm hit.
The kit simply lay on the ground, unmoving, trying to hold back the tears of pain. She couldn't allow herself to cry, especially not infront of the male that had caused her the pain to begin with. "I-I'm not crying! You're bli-nd! --Seeing things!"
Slowly she wobbled to her feet (three of them anyways). "D-don't think you've won! -This fight isn't over yet!" Pestilence winced, attempting to take a step forward, but tumbling down back onto the ground. She wasn't used to walking on three legs, and it showed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 3:07 am
Aurathaniel growled, a grin plastered on his maw. He was enjoying tormenting and inflicting pain upon Pestilence, and it showed. "Get used to pain little one." he said with a deep chuckle, one that came from the bottom of his black heart. or. the area where the heart is normally located.
He took a step forword, his claws digging into the soil between the rocks. "Next time, i may not be so merciful. Next time, you might not keep your leg" he growled, raking his claws through the soil and rock.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:07 am
Used to pain. She would do no such thing, she was a Horseman and Horsemen did not experience pain, they inflicted it. Did her screams make her seem weak? Is that what he was viewing her as now? She couldn't allow for herself to be weak, she couldn't loose. But how could she stay strong if she couldn't stand, couldn't even hold back the surging pain.
"I'm NOT going to have t-to get used to it!" she shouted, pushing herself up to her feet once more. The tides were turned against her (though they had never really been on her side to begin with). And most of the things she had shoved up her sleeves required two paws. She wasn't about to figure out how to use one of her hind paws to help, especially if she could barely walk on three legs.
Pestilence coughed, this pain was not something she was enjoying. Not that pain was supposed to be enjoyable, but she had thought that if anything she'd have been able to handle everything. She couldn't be as weak as the other loosers, no she would not be called out like some little girl. Even if she was one.
"M-mercy? -Don't make me laugh! T-that was the worst-t you could do! It's ME that you'll want to show mercy!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 2:24 am
She to be merciful? Well now, that was an interesting thought to be sure. He lightly tilted his head, making the barest of movements. "You be merciful. Interesting notion. Since our encounter began, all you've managed to do is create a minor annoyance on my neck, which there isnt even any evidence of anymore, cleaned out one nostril, and made a rather pathetic attempt to poke me with a plastic...thing" he snorted again, blowing hot air over the little female.
She might not have been enjoying the pain, but Aurathaniel, sure was enjoying her IN pain. It was clear to the dragon, that he was not up for a humanitarian...er...kitsuagiterian award anytime soon, and that was fine by him. He could live with it. "Stripped of your toys...your weak. You're like everyone else..you're normal" He had a slight inclination she thought she was better then everyone else. Mainly because she had already stated, multiple times, that she was stronger then Aurathaniel. The only thing she was relatively good at thus far; nostril cleansing. And that wasnt something to go putting on your resume for the apocalypse. Altho, she did have a steed, and steeds did need their nostrils cleaned from time to time. Although, Aurathaniel hardly knew about her steed, or her steeds nostrils and their state of cleanliness.
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