ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru's red eyes lazily starred at the strange fiery aura that surrounded the girl across from him as a white barrier like aura appeared before himself, while he felt a surge of energy spread through his legs as he felt weightless. As she dashed toward him with a speed that he thought of as a laughing stock compared to his own caused him to smirk, while thinking,"So the little girly wants a battle of speed huh?" as he slipped into a stance more fitted for his own speed.
He rockets forward as a flurry of snow flies up from his black boots that propel him toward Red, which after a few paces he disappears from his previous location before he reappears one meter closer towards her as she charges him as well. He effortlessly pivots on the heel of his left foot before the silvery glint of his sword swipes upward through the arc of the spiral. His enhanced speed from the feathery symbol on his arm and the trickster's pride of speed would cause him to complete five arcs with his sword before the last of the arcs was completed with a upward strike of the black pummel that was aimed to knock her off balance.
His tunnel like vision from his mad dash at her would block all attacks from the side, while his spinning arcs of his blade would help block any strikes at his mid-section if they broke through his white glowing shield. Once his pivoting spiral was ended he would hopefully send a massive compressed ball of air in the direction that his pummel strike, unless he was brandished off course or disturbed before the blast could be launched. {shield - 1/2, Speed - 1/2}
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No matter what you think your doing here was right you did not come here with a plan nor any form of peaceful motive...
What peace was left? His voice whispered, like the wind trapped inside a long corridor, rattling old bones. A door in her mind slammed open, and its contents came rolling out in an azure fog. The being was blurry, his face nothing more than a morbid warp of flesh and blue. It was his words though, and she felt drawn to him, a temptation deep in her labyrinthine mind.
The strange man drove in, he sifted, and then reappeared in a blur of motion. Still she advanced, he'd weigh his worth and so would she. His blade was brought up, a flash of mercury colour catching light, and then it moved. Aiming to strike her in one upward slash, then another, another..another. Red would augment the muscle in her legs, feeling them swell and push from the ball of her feet as she leaped upward, not enough to miss him, that wasn't the point of it. It just gave her an angle. The cloth of her hoodie would cut open in quick cuts along her abdomen, they were fast and quick to cut at the fabric and grind against her form. The first three did nothing but ******** up her hoodie, a crude series of tally marks. Her hands readied two quick attacks, flames launched from her hands in the form of a whirling sphere to that of the ground that he would soon approach. Another slash grazed her skin in a four inch rivet almost directly above her belly button. If he was wanting to hit for home, she'd give it to him.
Red would open her mouth as a spray of sticky bile erupted, projecting right at his unfaltering spiral. This vomit was a glorious thing, slowing down anything that it hit, plus it was just freaking gross. The release of bile correlated with his final push, this one punch the hilt in the same area. She felt no pain, nothing. Just a hard thud...
Remember the name... Remember the name... Remember the name...
She was silent on the surface, his name coming over her, swarming what was once compromised. It was stronger than before and she could not ignore it anymore.
Her two hands would come together to grab his wrist as he slammed the pummel, as her hands held, their talons were released. These were twelve inches in length and steel like, they'd skewer. Most likely clean through his arm and draw blood. She'd paint everything red.
[Used- (Iron Form 3/10, Fighting Spirit 2/10, Speed 2/5,) Leap, Flame Launch x2, Sticky Bile, Teeth and Nails]
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru watched as the ball of fire that crashed into the ground just a few passes away from him ignites the snow causing a muddy puddle to splash up onto his burning pant legs. A small frown crossed his face from under the mask as he noticed that a strange vivacious liquid came hurling at him, but thankfully the spinning motion of his intense speed and the glowing white shield sent the vivacious bile spiraling around him.
His red slanted eyes peered through the ceramic mask that covered his angular face as they observed the four strike slash into her eroding flesh of her undead body, while the first two strikes slashed into her cloak. His red gaze would narrow at the sight of the black leather stripped pummel striking into her belly causing a loud thud to echo around them. He felt her hands clasp around his pale white wrists as her surprisingly massive strength restricts his motion of moving them before he feels talons start to dig into his wrists.
His air blast fails to fire off as she clasped her hands around his wrists as a strange idea comes to mind. He struggles to release the blade from his hand as a daring move comes to mind. A suicidal glint enter his eyes as a spiraling sword of air phases into his hand were it would hopefully pierce into her stomach. The intention would be to make her release her grasp before he coils a massive amount of wind around his feet as he rockets into the air.
Once he appears into the air, his feet would arc backwards into a point as he begins to fall back into the ground. He would hopefully slam into her from above as his knees are aimed to smash into her shoulders from above. If he failed to smash into her from above he would slam into the hard ground. His sharpened knees and enhanced strength from the fall would cause a small crate before his white shield and purple feathery glow would disappear.
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It was too late to stop his air weapon as it ripped through dead flesh and other malevolent matter. She felt nothing, it didn't even tingle. He was only stabbing dead matter and Red had the inability to care. Her grip would not loosen, instead it got stronger, a surge of strength building as her arms grew. Talons would break through his bones in a sickening crunch and him launching into the air only popped his paw clean off. His bandages spiraling away in a beautiful ribbon dance. A shower of blood, and if he didn't seek medical help soon, he would most likely bleed out.
I want that broken body there to help you remember...
The paw still stuck to her left claws as she began to fall, and in his pursuit of air, his knees would slam against her shoulders. Faster and faster, they'd fall. She was laughing, not the normal girly giggle....no, this was mad laughter as if this was the best game in the world. It was insane. Not as insane as her right claw grabbing the back of his thigh, close to his a** and would dig in. In her fit of laughter, her body would engulf in flames as her already strong form was shielded in an inferno.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
THUD
Red would slam into the ground, her laughter suddenly stopping as her claw let him go. She just...laid there. Not moving, completely still. After all she did not breathe, no pulse, no heartbeat. Her tongue throbbed behind her closed teeth, she was focusing her energy into it, into the words that would come from it. Though she just looked like a limp body laying in snow and blood.
[Used- (Iron Form 4/10, Fighting Spirit 3/10, Speed 3/5,) Strength, Shield of Flames ]
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru lands over top of Red's unmoving form below him as his straight sword was scattered in the distance of the snowy battlefield. His red eyes starred on in horror at the bloody stump that was quivering on his left arm, while he lost complete sense of his surrounding. He remained motionless as the wracking pain of having his hand torn from his arm attacks his body. He collapses backward onto his right side, while he begins to convulse from the growing lose of blood and the shock of the pain. His white skin beings to appear as a chalky white as the white snow below his body taints red, while he unceremoniously gives up the fight from a audio-less howl of pain erupts from his masked face.
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She sat up, blood matting her hair to the back of her head. It was sprayed across her face and chest.
"s**t!" Red yelled and moved, her hand ignited with a rod of flame. It was a dagger but still, it would work just the same. Carefully she held up his forearm, and pressed the flame against his wrist. God it would hurt like hell, and the smell of smoldering skin? She was sure it was disgusting but wouldn't know. The intense fire would cauterize the wound, buying him some time to make it down to the med center. The dagger would disperse. After which, she'd lay his arm down against his chest and yanked off her hoodie as quickly as possible and piling snow in it. Scrambling, she'd pluck up his hand and place it into the snow, adding more on top before tying it up and putting the makeshift handle into her mouth.
He was a tall ******** her strength was would be the advantage. Red, moved to the man. Trying to be as gentle as possible but still hurry, she would hoist him up onto her shoulders and back.
"Hold on...I will ....get..... you to.. help..." her words muffled by the cloth in her maw.
Red would take the same route she did up, leaping every once in a while to miss the snow and ledges. Luckily she had found the den and the passes, the skeleton werewolf still dead...she had to hurry though.
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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ℳamoru's lanky form was covered in a light layer of snow with his bloody torn stump as his eyes fluttered in and out of the waking world. He barely recognized her speak before the searing pain of his flesh ripped through his arm jolting him awake as he screamed in horror. He began to convulses from the shock of his wound the pain of his wound being seared shut. He barely noticed as she lifted him up and hauled him out of the mountain as the searing pain was the only thing keeping him awake. [exit]
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:33 pm
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After the pair hustled down the mountain, Zethus just stood there a while, his eyes wide. He didn't completely understand what he'd just seen, but it had been a bloody, brutal fight. "Jesus Christ." He heard himself say those words, not feeling his own mouth move. Minutes passed. He just stood there. Then he regained control, and rushed back to the cave he'd come up through. He ran and ran and ran, running down the mountain, back to the city. He had to get back to Luimira. He had to see if they were all right.
The only thing that was exchanged between them as they trekked up the mountain side was silence, a quiet agreement that was just understood. Violent flashes of Kirin still formed in her mind, bits and pieces gathering, the puzzle will eventually come together in due time.
Once hey reached the top, she'd look at Alistair. Something, there was always this something, like she was forgetting it, whatever it was. It was on the tip of her tongue, always just at the tip of her fingers. It would probably come across as awkward, but she'd say it anyway.
"Alistair...I've seen you before. I mean...even before CAZ." Her brows furrowing as her eyes dodged along the ground until she'd raise them to meet his unwavering gaze. "I'm sorry. I just felt compelled to tell you." Red went silent, straining to figure it all out.
Quickly she removed her jacket, letting it fall to the ground beside of her current stance. Red would not wait for his reply, or if he even had one. Her mind was too full with dense fogs and locked doors. She would step into the the mirror. The mercury encompassed her, coating her form entirely. It was cool, for the first time in a long time she felt cold. It sunk into her seams, into her mouth, painting her in this quicksilver.
At first it was only curiosity driving her from one moment to the next. Often a few pieces would come forth, she'd pick up another mauled scrap, maybe even two, but still she returned. Grazing over the scenes, the names, small connections starting to form, minor patterns evolving in those spare slivers of time. Of course curiosity killed the cat, and even if satisfaction supposedly brought it back, she was broken. A wraith reincarnated, and for what?
The cool liquid turned black, boiling, blistering her dead flesh. She screamed, the pain fired every single hallowed nerve. It pulled away sinew muscle, snapped every bone, and shattered every hope. What it birthed was rage, an anger monster. Its house was not a home. At the edge of the mirror, long, razor sharp claws gripped and pulled out a head. When it moved upward, it had no face only a large, teethy maw that jutted down its throat. It heaved, launching forward from the grey matter. Its legs were bent backwards, as it was on all fours. Its bones protruded from its back, forming obsidian quills that were covered in acidic gel. The head rolled, cracking the vertebrae as a piercing scream was unleashed, ripping through the airwaves and echoing into the arctic air.
Red...Dani...a mixture, two different lives and yet, one entity. She. She was still in there. A fragment curled up in a pool of depression, shaking, confused at what she became. Someone called to her though, it was a woman..when the malachite eyes opened, two scarlet ones stared back. The woman had the same face, the same vermilion tresses. Only her painted lips were fixated into a loving smile. She cupped Dani's cheeks, pulling her close and into her arms.
I know what you want.
She cried, for the first time in a long time, tears streaked her cheeks.
Shhh. Shh. Hush. I can help you. I know what you desire child.
The woman ran her lacquered nails through Dani's hair, patting her head like a comforting lover.
Let me in. Will you? I will give you everything you want and more. I know how to make you feel. Let me in...
Dani would only nod as the sobs didn't stop, her head moving in the woman's hand. The other red head would grin, fingers digging into the cortex of the broken mind. Filing and spilling with life as Lust claimed her. It was a sweet liberation, a union unknown to others. The tears were pacified, still she remained on the floor only this time, she was smiling.
The being moved toward Alistair, screaming again as it stalked its prey.
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The trek up the mountain was just as it seemed: silent. It wasn't because Alistair didn't wish to talk to Red, but because his mind was in deep thought. Encountering that scent made him think of his former student. A red head, just like Red. The last time he saw that girl, was in Aramil. A beach, to be precise. Long story, short, he let her go. He didn't think twice either. Alistair wiped her mind of Nocturne and of himself, so now her only home was that city under water. His mind had gone so deep into thought that he didn't bother to answer Red. Of course she saw him before. Alistair lived in Nocturne his entire life. He served as the Captain for a bit, and King for twice as long. He'd be surprised if everyone in Nocturne didn't know his name by now. Even as a Trainee, he stirred up quite a bit of trouble. He merely waited for things to begin.
When Red stepped into the mirror, it caught Alistair by surprise. For one, he'd never seen that mirror there. Two, he just saw someone step into a mirror. There was a sudden screech and a surge of familiar energy that seemed to radiate from the mirror. It was Red's energy... but it was sort of like Dani's. Dani's was much more raw, but the signature remained the same. Coincidence. Must have been. But as the creature began to spring from the mirror, Alistair flashed back, just moments ago, when Red had told him she had seen him once before. It was true that Azazel had complicated things. Alistair was supposed to have left before Dani took notice of him leaving. But when he did leave, she was alive and well. The man with the scent would confirm that. But it was odd that the man claimed he was formerly from Aramil, meaning he had left. Assuming that the man that Red had called Kirin back at the CAZ was the one that Dani was talking about, Dani should be with him. Facts. The man was alone, not just physically, but emotionally too. Alistair had seen that look several times with Marishka. Red's energy signature was remarkably like Dani's. Alistair hadn't had any public record of Red before she joined the Nocturnal Army.
As the creature turned it's head to Alistair in a bout to provoke him, he remained unphased. He also remained silent for several moments, he didn't move a single muscle. "You've played your part well. How long did you want to wish to play this game, Danielle? For some reason you are dead. Did you come back to mock me? To test me? How did you retain your memories after I wiped them?" Instead of moving back away from the creature, Alistair moved closer to it. With every step he took, the beast's form would begin to revert back to Red's natural feral state. By the time he closed the distance between them, simply by asserting his own energy onto Red's, he was able to quell the anger that powered that form. His piercing cyan eyes stared down at the girl, as cold as ever. "What are you playing at? Making me your tamer, coming back to Nocturne, pretending to be someone else?"
He both kindled the flames and smothered them with his words. Danielle swam lethargically in her cerebrum, in this form her hearing was close to his own, maybe even superior. The being twisted its head, its claws digging into the granite, making it squeal in her grasp.
It was hard for her to hear him as she laid on the floor of her mind, she couldn't see his alluring stare but knew he had it. She had always known it. It was just far off, echoing, pacifying this form of her tainted brain. The red head moved, both of them. At one time she desired that gaze, not that he really knew it, after all, he just found her curious. At least her interest in him. Dani knew it, Red didn't, and Lust would use it.
The beings current state began to retract, limbs shaking, quivering as his baptized her in harsh questioning. Her jaw moved, morphing, her skin rendering back into place, she was shaking so violently that her teeth rattled. She was choking, gasping, she couldn't breathe under the weight he was putting on her. When Red snapped back, her back was arched, aligned with scars and seams, her chest bond in bandages and straps.
"I....Dani died. I died. Because..." Why? Red was still so confused and it was hard to remember, what with the blurry tunnel vision mind. " Because...." Her eyes were continuously changing colors of green, golds, splashes of copper and reds. Red was breaking...cracking. "I don't know! I don't ******** remember! Is that what you want? Does that answer your questions?! I killed myself, that is it! The end and yet, here I am..." She was crawling, grabbing up her hoodie to shield her feral body. Eventually, she rose, legs wobbly until she found balance.
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Amnesia? She just so happened to not be able to remember how she died, but she was able to migrate back to Nocturne? The entire idea of coming back should have been wiped clean from her mind. But there was no doubt about it, this girl... Red... she was Dani. The same Dani that ran out on some marvelous crusade with her lover. Where did that get her? It was truly ironic that she subconsciously navigated her way back to Nocturne. Just a few weeks had passed since Danielle had first left the city, and now she was back. Broken. Scarred. Dead. No wonder Alistair was intrigued by this girl .It was the same intrigue he found in Dani, just... more. Red was different. As she crawled to find her hoodie, Alistair followed. "Dying. It's frustrating, isn't it? What's worse is somehow returning to remember all of the mistakes you've made in the past. But you've got it easy. You can't remember it all. You wanna know what it's like for someone to have been killed, reanimated as a slave, then brought back as the same weakling? I wanted someone to end my life. I didn't want it back. But instead of indulging myself, I became stronger and became King. I became the top dog in the same kingdom where I was killed." As soon as she rose, he looked into her hazel eyes. Even if she didn't look back into his, he could tell she didn't have those memories of him. But once Red looked into the familiar eyes, memories of her life in Nocturne rushed back into her. All of the memories except of the events that happened as the beach. "What I want... is for you to tell me what is it that you want from me? Are you here to do the same thing again? Gain my respect, then leave? You've seen very few sides of me, and you have yet to see me when my patience has worn thin. So I suggest you answer my question."
"I..well.." She stumbled back as he drew closer, she pressed against the curved wall. nails grinding the rock, creating white streaks in their frustration. When her hazel spheres moved up from under the jet curtains, their eyes would lock. She was swirling in the dizzy pools of cyan, the currents dragging her down and plunging her into an abyss of memories. Her family, tragedy, running away, her companion, training, even him. It was a deadly wave that swept over her, perhaps too much to suddenly take in at once but she didn't break away and he didn't stray. He was a rock, the only solid thing she knew. Nothing hurt like his mouth. "No, I can never be the same again. I'm not. I will not leave you...." What did she want from him? He was ripping away all of her mental armor, she might as well be naked in front of him. Though, she didn't feel the embarrassment, she showed no signs of it and Lust simply laid in waiting, watching from behind the honey hues. Red was stronger than Dani could ever be, even now. She would push back against the wall, straightening herself to him. "I want to be stronger." She drew in closer, the wind rustling the strands of her crimson locks. She wanted to burn the world away, somewhere inside her was revenge, an undying spiteful vengeance.
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Alistair remained silent as she stepped closer, there was perhaps nothing she could really say that could satisfy him and his questions. He had many more questions, but he stopped asking them when he saw that Red's answers started to become weaker as she became perhaps more flustered. But he did respect her desire to grow stronger. That was exactlywhat Alistair did when he came back. He grew stronger, and in a matter of months, he became King of Nocturne. "If you are serious about this, I can assist you in your attempt to surpass those around you. I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve. But only if you're completely serious. I won't waste my time again. Not like last time. If you feel the urge to 'love' someone, snuff it out. Love is a distraction." She'd probably be confused as to how he knew that, since Alistair found that piece of information just before he wiped her memory clean, and he decided not to return that piece of her memory. They'd certainly talk again, next time he wouldn't take it easy with the questions. "We will continue this talk, and I will not hold back with my questions... a long time ago, I promised you when you were no longer my student, I'd tell you my story. When we have our next talk, you may ask as many questions about me as you want. Only seems fitting that the Captain knows her king."
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