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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:23 pm
The blue god sauntered easily along, in a much more mellow mood than usual thanks to the fact that he'd managed to eat quite a few feathers in the last short while. As he walked, he silently fumed at what a waste it was that such a goddess could have been laid low by others to such an extent. There was so much potential there untapped. "Of course you will." again it was a statement of what he considered fact.
At the request of a place in his army, he paused mid-step, looking obviously surprised. He would kill for more godly allies, lions of his own kin, and here was one actually asking to be part of his little gang. He blinked once before saying in a smooth tone "Deserve? You would be all but guaranteed a place. A goddess such as yourself would be an immesurable asset to any war-bound party."
He laughed "Fights would certainly give you a chance to expend your rage."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:32 pm
Ryu'Rage had a faint smile upon her now, thinking of having a place to belong. Somewhere where she could help others if she needed, aid a side and not always be caught in the middle. But somethign ate at her though, questions, so many questions to ask before she made her final decision.
"Would I be able to still wander Mrost? But come back if I needed, and came back to help you when you needed it? I feel that not only being in one spot may help, but perhaps going elsewhere, might help me develope control..." she wanted to be apart of something. But also didn't want to be chained to something indefinitely, give up others things for one place, one purpose when purhaps she could find others along with those.
"And...would you always be there?" it was an odd question. But Ryu'Rage felt like Mrost understood her, and had given her a chance at understanding what she could do, how she indeed had a greater purpose then merely wandering the earth for all time. She just didn't want to go somewhere and be alone.
She also thought of what consequences joining with Mrost could bring, the main factor being death. She didn't like the thought of death, well, half of her didn't like it. The other half lived for it. She wondered what her opinion on it would be if she ever gained control, and the lighter and darker part of her merged. Ryu'Rage just didn't want death to come to those who didn't deserve it...well, half of her.
She confused herself at times like this.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 2:41 pm
Mrost nodded "Of course, none of those lions I consider my charges, my allies are bound to any one place or goal. I am not a dictator, to the mortals I am simply one who can lend a paw now and again to steer a war into motion. Only when the battle starts will I dive in headlong to the fray. If anything, I encourage lions to travel. Nothing new was ever learned by habit or staying in a rut."
He turned away, looking briefly above him. "Of course." he said "You of all lions should understand that there is nowhere for us gods to go but here." there was nothing more for them he felt, than this plane, these creatures.
"But do as you will, though I would value such power as you possess, I am not in the business in taking on lions with doubt in their minds."
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:27 am
One side of Ryu'Rage's mind was getting frustrated with how Mrost was speaking, but she held it inside. Not teh greatest idea to anger the god of war, definitely not. She was glad that if she became a aprt of anything, she would have somewhere to go, but she wouldn't be bound there all the time.
She did have some doubt, but only the fact of whetehr she did join Mrost, if she decided to, would she ever be able to leave if she had to? She was afraid to ask however, she didn't want to make him upset with her, he ahd already granted him speaking to her, even if it was an exchange for some feathers. Which that she still didn't mind.
"Mrost, if I became part of your purpose, and helped you, would I ever be able to leave ...if I had to. And if I did...would you come after me? That is just a concern of mine, besides that. The way you speak of your allies makes me all the more interested..." she said in a soft voice, a faint smile upon her.
She wondered if she really could become part of something great.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:54 pm
Mrost paused in his stride for a second, looking at Rage for a few long moments, looking almost peevish. He said simply "Do I look like the kind of lion so desperate as to go after a lion who wishes nothing to do with me? No. If you wished to leave you could do so and I would not follow or so much as bat an eyelid at your dissapearance. Only mortals who have sworn fealty to me receive punishment because the only language they understand is fear."
He laughed darkly, losing all the seriousness from his tone.
"If anything I am willing to barter far more with gods and goddesses, few creatures understand our plight as much as each other, you know."
He stretched casually, flaring out his spindly wings, the illusion flickering brifely as he did so, revealing a set of bloody-looking, half plucked blue wings underneath it. He did not fly on bare wings, those were very much a front, just another thing that he kept to himself. But the lapse was only momentary and he didn't even notice, returning to his easy saunter in the vague direction of the river, just enjoying walking and the company of Rage.
"Why so apprehensive anyway, am I /that/ intimidating?" he smirked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:04 pm
His words made sense, in a strange way. Mrost was very wise in his own mind, and in most of his words, to others, Rage could understand what he meant though. He was a god of war, thus having different opinions on mortals and what was right to do with those that betrayed gods.
Her silver eyes glanced to his wings for a moment, he must really like feathers. Pity someone else would not give theirs so that his wings could be spared. She could help him with that, so he wouldn't make himself have to endure any pain he wasn't already experiencing. Rage knew pain, she was used to it. Both sides of her.
"No...its not that just..." how to say it, hmmm, she was never in this type of situation before, so it was difficult, "Many don't like me around...just...I wouldn't want to be a nusense to you at all Mrost...I think, that you're the first to understand me..." having Mrost to talk to, to be able to be around meant alot. It meant that she could be in the vacinity of someone, and know that if she couldn't control themselves, they could help bring the control back.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:12 pm
Mrost's smirk didn't leave his face as she spoke, and as usual, he seemed to choose his words carefully before replying. "Not a nuisance, you can be sure. I either kill things or leave things if they irritate me irrevocably." He didn't come across many lions who weren't either intolerable idiots or painful hippies, it was nice to come across someone for a change who had actually had a pretty crappy life. He himself hadn't exactly had a childhood full of sunshine and lollypops, and though he hadn't ever confided in anyone other than Eir, it was nice to know that someone had as many problems as he did.
"As for understanding, I'm not inclined towards pity or sympathy, when you are in a situation like that, you simply seek to understand others."
he curled his tail, catching the sunlight in the pearly globes affixed below the spikes on his tail.
"Besides, it's not often I meet a lion I can chat too, most are too busy preaching at me how bad war is. You really can't convert the god of war from his element no matter how much you talk at him."
He laughed
"Business is bussiness, isn't it?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:20 pm
Why did this situation seem so much easier to be in then others? Mrost seemed so calm, so confident, this seemed too easy for Rage. But all the while, it seemed like paradise, being somewhere in the company of another where she wasn't looked at strangely, but was understood. Mrost had even said she could join him, how could this get any better?
Though his words caught her out of her zoning.
"No one can change ones domain, one's true self...I know that for a fact," countless times she had tried to be different, yet being the goddess of rage just fit with her and her name.
Perhaps this was the chance she was waiting for. But how could she prove that she had some control? She wanted to show Mrost she wasn't completely hopeless. "Then I would like to go with you Mrost," she said speaking softly, flicking her tail to the side and perhcing her wings upon her back, "But only if I can do something...prove to you that I do have some control...that I'm not hopeless, not worthless and that I deserve to be in your presence..."
She felt like since Mrost was such a powerful god, that he should be respected, looked to for guidance...guidance in wicked ways though. The darker half of her body enjoyed that fact, that Mrost was so...godly. It was the perfect word she used to describe him.
"Can I?" There was a glint in her eye of slight determination now, the control in her body slipping. The darker half of her wished to break free and ravage the earth, but the lighter still had some control. She wjust wanted to prove it to him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:30 pm
"Of course." he stated, thinking for just a moment if being Rage would mean that she could go from calm and placid to furious and wild at a moment's notice. He noted that in that they probably weren't so different, his hollow exterior shattering the moment life in the form of a battle came along. He added as an afterthought "There is nothing worse than being a god unable to vent in their element."
He suffered daily from the peace that reigned in the lands, the destruction of the feathers in his wings just one of the ways he dealt with the insane stress that the abscence of his element caused. He stated calmly "And for that reason too, nothing will ever be held against you for anything done while in the throes of your element. Let that be clear at the very least."
A nod was all he felt he needed to reply with in this case, Mrost tended to say more with his actions than his words, words were something he manipulated, forced, used to lure mortals to their doom. Actions were more straightforward, something reserved for battles. Besides, the word yes had already been said and felt redundant now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:41 pm
Rage nodded at Mrost, His words were true, for so long she had tried to hold everything inside, to just let it all out in one moment would be good, plus, they weren't around others, they were alone in this place. So there would be no fearing the chance she might hurt someone innocent. Mrost was here, and he was strong. He said he could handle her if she got out of control, she believed him whole heartedly.
She took a few steps back from him and closed her eyes, she might've looked silly, but she was trying to stay in control. She was going to tell him to not buy into anything she said, sometimes she would say things she would rather keep hidden, but oh well, too late for that now.
A growl escaped her throat, deep, full of anger, rage and pain. Her body quivered slightly as she opened her eyes, they were narrowed, she looked different, a different presence was escaping within her. The black aura started to eminate from her body, swirling around her paws. SHe outstretched her wings, the aura tracing over each feather lightly, to give it the appearance each was catching aflame.
The aura burned her body, it was searing hot at the moment, she could use it as a weapon, and use it to manipulate others. Rage smirked at Mrost, the aura outstretching towards him, a whisp of it circling around his left paw, entwining itself around it, taking hold. She was trying to bring a bit of Mrost's rage out, even though Rage as a whole didn't want too, the darker side of her wished it to be. Something about Mrost drew her into it. She wanted to see what it was like, to be on the other side of the power of War, to see how he handled it and how she could help him by boosting his rage.
"Can you handle it?" she spoke. Her tone was darker, the obvious sign that Rage as a whole was no longer in control. She was hoped Mrost would realize, and wouldn't get hurt. He was offering her the chance of a lifetime, she didn't want him getting mad at her. Plus...she was only using a slight bit of her power...if she kept it under control.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:58 pm
Interest captured, Mrost simply watched as Rage stepped back from him, instantly taking that as initiative to a defensive. He froze in his walking and turned his full attention to her, readying himself for an attack or unexpected move. Her growl made him bristle, not in anger but in wariness, already the old thrill of adrenalin coursing through veins that yearned for it. His eyes spoke of surprise but his mouth pulled up into a sadistic smirk.
Her aura facinated him and he watched it as it travelled across her body and those feathers he could still taste.
As her aura flickered out to touch his paw, Mrost lost it for a millisecond, those slitted pupils narrowing down to the thinnest of slits and his breath hitching in his throat as his own snarl bubbled over, a snarl that sounded like distant gunfire or the low rumble of an approaching army, his every muscle tensed as, at even that tiny contact, fury lanced through his form in a torrent.
Gone was the calmly strolling blue lion, in his place was a snarling battlefield nightmare, trying to seize control of his freewheeling emotions but finding that a part of him really didn't want to surrender this feeling that easily. He had been dead, walking and talking but far from alive.
Like this he breathed.
"Can I handle it?!" he rumbled, his voice wild and purring. "I /live/ for it."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:09 pm
She watched, an emotionless smirk upon her, not quite visible for Rage smiled infrequently, she couldn't remember the last time she had smiled, it was far too long ago. This though, seeing Mrost fall inot this fit of Rage made her shiver with delight. The lighter side of Rage fallen into the dark abyss that now cradled and controlled her body. Her aura still upon her.
"Really now?" she asked, voice dark, ridden with lust wishing to see Mrost in his power, his prime. She wondered what it was like to fall beneath him, to be striken by one of his paws, what it felt like to have his claws bury in flesh, blood in the air. What it was like to have her fall from his strength.
She stepped closer to him, silver eyes fixated on his own, she got so close as to brush up against his side, walking past, her hip touching his as more nad more of the black aura fell over him, engulfing him in his emotions. "Quite sure of that Mrost?" she raise her paw and scraped her claws over his back lightly, a grin upon her.
This was all too much fun. The darker have of her, Ryu, the dragon, enjoyed pain, blood, all that, the 'lighter more in control' side of her, Rage, had an attraction to it, but not as much as the other. She wondered how Mrost would act.
How to provoke him?
Ah yes.
She extended a wing and traced it over his side, and under his chin, "I told you I cannot control it...let the rage enguld you Mrost..." she turned around again, still letting her wings fall over him adn she whispered into his ear, "I want to see what War is really like."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:20 pm
Mrost was overwhelemed, instincts and emotions that he had given up for dead once again were given free reign in his body, if he closed his eyes he knew he would see storm valley and a million other battlefields there, the stench of death, blood and sweat were there for him to smell, and he could hear a distant hum in his ears. It made his heart race and his mane bristle.
He could remember what it felt like now, what it felt like to dance among the combants, running too fast to catch, like an angel of death dealing out death to those who met his claws, to get in a fight where blood spilled and the duellists felt that pinnacle of being that was to win a life of death battle. Regardless of the reasons, for the victor of those battles the next day was the sweetest and gladdest day of their lives.
"Really." he snarled through gritted and bared teeth, oh to lash out and feel that most sweet feeling, claws on flesh, flesh yeilding to claws. His vision all but faded to red as he fought those instincts, heart thumping in his ears now, tail lashing at his feet, the blades almost slashing his paws.
However, the physical contact only made him worse, his whole body shuddering as the aura engulfed him further, making him drop his head to the ground, snarling in earnest, slitted eyes staring at the grass under his paws, wild mane falling about his face. By the gods this was torture and perfection rolled into one. Torture because he had to fight it. Why? Why was he fighting it? The aura was convincing, even to war and he gradually lost what control he had.
As her wing trailed past him, he snapped his head around to try and seize the feathers in his jaws, with every aim to tear them asunder as a distraction before going for the attack.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:34 pm
This was all too perfect. At least she could show Mrost what she could do right now, what she could make him, do, how she could make him push himself further to be stronger in the midst of a battle if he needed her help. She watched him with glee as he dropped his head down, his eyes fading to another color, the rage engulfing him, the aura now wrapped around his body, as if wrapping into his soul. But she couldn't make it perfect, she couldn't shower him with true rage.
The aura was thin, light, not like how it should be. It was supposed to be thick like a blanket and dark as the midnight sky.
Rage flicked her tail adn watched as he moved and snapped out towards her wing, she could've moved, but not fast enough to get away completely, she felt his teeth sink into her wing, his mouth fell on the aura that lay on those select feathers. Now he had done it, if he wasn't careful it would invade him on the inside. To most Rage would make the aura burn them, burn their flesh, but if Mrost swallowed any of the aura, she wouldn't do that.
She would change it for him, let it taste like blood.
She growled deeply at him, and swung harshly at his shoulder. Rage was smaller then most, even for a goddess, but within her small frame held the pwoer of a lost soul wanting an existence. Her claws buried into his shoulder, ripping into him, his blood flowed onto her paw, and she almost went wild with teh smell entering her nose.
Lovely.
Rage growled again, deeper now, she pulled back her paw and licked at the violet blood that was smeared upon it, she place her paw down adn tried to rip her wing from his jaw but couldn't. She growled again, feeling the control slipping even more. Something burst in her mind, her narrow eyes fading,
"Mrost...stop me..." she spoke, her voice lighter, light was trying to gain control.
Another growl. She couldn't stop.
"Please...dont...don't let me do anymore..." her eyes narrowed and she shook her head in anger as another growl escaped her, "I can't stop..." she swung at him with her paw again, claws outstretched, she was begging him, pleading him. She couldn't stop herself.
But would he want her to stop?
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:00 pm
Blood. It's taste was so familiar and intoxicating, it took him right back. He couldn't tell the difference between the blood taste of the aura and the tastes back then. Either way both goaded him even further.
He was about to swing around, sink his fangs into any leg he could when the sting of claws on his shoulders made him laugh aloud. Most would wince, and indeed, Mrost did. But above the instinctual reactions to pain was a sheer masochistic thrill in agony, it reminded him that he was alive, here in this world rather than trapped in the darkness of the in-between.
His manic gaze locked onto her as she licked the blood from her paw and he seethed. Letting out a deafening roar he leapt, all fangs, spikes and claws, intending to attempt to pin her smaller, albeit not much weaker form underneath him, hoping the weight of his armour would give him an edge. If he managed, his own claws would be sunk into her flesh for grip and then both of their blood would flow. As he pounced, he snarled, seeking her throat, forgetting for an instant what he was doing, who he was dealing with.
But in that dark madness there was light.
But despite the rage, there was logic. He had not been a commander for nothing, even while comrades fell about him, everything had depended on him keeping his head. He wanted to take on Rage in a fight to the death, wanted to battle till one of them fell. But he knew better than to even try, not here, not now. There was no reason to.
War was not a murderer, a b*****d perhaps but not a murderer.
He slowed slightly in his actions but did not cease entirely. He'd be damned if he'd let her get the jump on him again.
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