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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:32 pm
*That was certainly unexpected. Most of the people he had fought in the past would have knocked the table aside or broken it, if not at least dodging it, but this man appeared to have simply let himself get hit. Though, granted, it wasn't flying at him at any great speed, it still opened himself up for things like...
His momentary confusion did little to hold up his charge however. This man had just given him an opportunity to fight when he would otherwise be bored to death and he wasn't going to pass it up. In response to the mans question, he simply growled as he pushed off the ground, flying feet-first into the table between them in an effort to drive the wooden disk into him. Even as his foot made contact, he readied his body to twist under his legs to absorb his momentum and put him back on the ground should the man do anything unexpected.
Cats always land on their feet.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:44 pm
*Balance off, the sliding table hit his chest, sending his body sliding as well...*
"...Not bad, child..."
*He threw his body sideways over the table, left leg first, sending his pantleg studs spinning. His right leg next, towards the fighters head. His hopes to land this were up, yet, his left foot would find a wet portion of the ground...hopefully the one whom he was fighting would not notice, nor would his foot find unbalance with his landing...*
-To be continued-
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:56 pm
((Sorry, but I must go, I have to get ready for a party ^_^, later!))
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 8:57 pm
Ever so faintly she heard his scream, her eyes flashed open as her hand went for her sword. Changing her mind she so obliged him by beginning a song written by the wizards, mourning the countless deaths by such creatures. Pulling from a distant past her training as a bard, these words were meant for nobility. Gradually she would work her way down to common, she had all the time in the world.
As the fight in the town progressed so did her selection of songs, depicting epic battles to the more common brawls of taverns. She sensed the fighting even from this distance and decided to simply set them with a bit of background music, shaking her head at the foolishness of fighting with such anger...with no apparent cause.
Lyra unclasped her dark cloak and let it fall from her shoulders, laying the silver crescent moon pin to one side. Then pulled a crystal dagger from the sleeve of her right hand, carefully laying that beside it. Never pausing in her songs she unbuttoned and rolled the sleeve up exposing her forearm. Between the single leather glove she wore and the upturned sleeve her darkskin was laced with what appeared from a distance as vines of a tattoo, following her bloodlines. Upon closer inspection it could be seen that in the wind the miniature images of leaves and tiny white blossoms moved, they were alive.
Placing her right hand in the direct center of the clearing before her, she spread her slender fingers wide. The lush green grass turned to ash in a perfect circle beneath her hand and surrounding it for a few inches. The grape vines leapt from her skin snaking to embed themselves in the ground, she pulled her hand back just enough to curl her fingers then impressed the first two knuckles into the earth, as though sowing a seed.
Her final song ended and she finished the evening with a few flowing words in high elven. The coloring of the mystic vines wrapped around her arm flashed to near opposite, with sigh she sat back coiling her arm against herself. This was an experiment she had attempted for many years, long ago having given up keeping track. Flowers of red and foliage of black could only mean that this time was no different from the last. Sure enough, before her in the dark grew a rose bush, with blooded red buds and leaves shadowed in darkness. She chose a single rose for her purpose, the edges of its petals seemed singed to a black crisp.
"If the wind blew ever petal from your precious red rose, would you be afraid of what you might find inside...?"
Yes, of course she was afraid. For when she brushed a hand over this one and the wind claimed its marred petals, within there was nothing. Not a bit of pollen, or protected and untouched center. Her gloved hand was completely empty.
Lyra's face, though animate while she had practiced her voice, had fallen back to a mask of stone. Gathering her things and readjusting her shirt sleeve she moved to the edge of her clearing and laid down near a large oak. Coiling herself into a tight ball covered by her cloak, she stared through the darkness to the appellation she had just conjured. After a time she finally fell asleep, a large brown wolf trotted into the clearing, nudging her to allow him to lay with her. Lyra embraced him tightly, smiling through her half-sleep state at the low growl of annoyance he gave her. Sleep was as peaceful as she was allowed, and she did not intend to wake untill morning.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 9:14 pm
*As the resistance on the other side of the table let up, he immediately and violently extended his legs outward, flexing his waste as he threw his upper-body weight downward. This movement produced two results. The first was the table flying the rest of the way and crashing into the door of the bar and the second was the man perform what would have almost been a backflip were it not for the twist.
He landed with a loud thump on all fours, his eyes already snapping around for a sign of movement. There! His arms barely rose in time to stop a kick aimed directly at his head. His entire torso bent backward under the force of the blow, but he managed to keep his crossed arms between him and the stranger's boot.
With a grunt, he threw his arms to the left in an effort to knock his opponents foot to the side so that he might regain an offensive stance. Still, there was at least a few things he could do in his current position. As his upper body twisted to the side, so his right foot shot out to kick at his opponents leg in a similiar direction, the ball of his bare foot aimed directly that the odd man's ankle.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 9:46 pm
Jade had been listening to the howling of the wolves which had caused not a nervousness but a silent acknowledgement that she one, not alone in the darkness, and two, that if she brought anything onto the shore that she may have some company on eating it.
Jade normally did not mind sharing what she did not eat with the other animals but in this case there was something that she found odd about the pattern of the howling. It was as if they were communicating more than normal, almost more than they should be. On most nights the sound of the wolves soothed her and never caused her other side to rise. Tonight was some sort of exception, the wolves caused her to hunch down and her feet slid quietly in the soft dirt of the water until she could place one palm flat on the ground her right hand digging into the earth as she scanned with those nearly glowing green eyes.
No wolve... drat. She almost wanted to see them in the moonlight. She always found the way they ran in packs beautiful. Tipping her nose up a bit she took a few shallow breaths that left her nose numb from the evening's dampness.
Suddenly there was a very unnatural sound that ripped through the night's air. There was a scream followed by the braking of glass.
Jade listened only for a split second, she need not even tilt her head to the side to determine the noise and her lips curled back as she would growl, a low guttural sound that rose from somewhere deep in her throat. Jade pushed her right foot into the ground and pushed up out of the water. She seemed to jump four or five feet out of the water with ease and she landed on the shore and headed into town in a rather round about sort of way. Moving swiftly into the town she forced herself to choke back her more animalistic side, slowing herself down and passed the few villagers that were still out she would duck into a side street and make her way towards the tavern, instinct and the sound of wood breaking leading her that way.
And then it hit her, almost as she if she had been slapped, she was unarmed. Her sword had been left back at her place of residence. Looking around quickly she reached down and picked up a piece of debris before she would weave her way to the back of the tavern and listen once more.
There was definitely a fight going on inside and it was a bad one at that. Her kinder side was telling her to go help but she knew that was not truly an option for her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she sniffed the air. That did her little good as her sense of smell was blocked off by the cooking of the kitchen.
Dropping the piece of debris she looked for a way in, if this fight became too violent or too much damage was being done she would make sure that the fight ceased. Too many memories lay buried inside this place, memories that she was not willing to let be smashed by drunken men or angry people. There was too much hatred in her opinion and the fights that were here seemed to be rare but always disturbing on some level. Shaking her head Jade reached out with her left hand and pushed open the two way door and slipped inside.
The kitchen was a cacophony of smells and she swallowed back her hunger. Her meal had been interrupted by her other side being anxious to find out what was happening in her home. She easily made her way passed the cook and his assistant to the door that was the inside of the tavern. Cautiously she raised a hand to the door and stepped through setting her eyes on the scene of the two men that were fighting.
Instantly the animalistic side of her rose and she cupped a hand over her mouth as she set eyes on the man who was dressed darkly. Some sort of evil aura seemed to fill the room and it was easy to trace the source back to this man. She quickly shifted her eyes to the other man who was dressed in the pelt of a white tiger; he seemed most agile and calm. As if this fight was causing him no strain what so ever. She watched as he attempted to sweep the dark man's feet out from under him.
((Sorry this is one way long post))
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 11:01 pm
As much as he wanted to stay and observe the many odd happenings he heard coming from the tavern, Seven had to depart for a short time. The peices of his own puzzle were coming together and it was time for him to retrieve his shadow.
((dun dun dunnnnnn))
With all th commotion going on, it wouldn't be surprising if no one noticed as the ducks banded together and formed wings for their master, as he flew off on his expedition.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 4:51 pm
Temple High Monk "Word of his arrivel came this morning. He will be here in a few days. The preporations for the festival is almost finished, all that there is to do is wait for him, my Lord." He nodded slowly in thought. "Thank you good sir. I will return in a few days for the festival. If he arrives early I'll be in the forest if he wants to find me." Bowing slightly to the old monk he turned and started toward town. He reached the edge of town and could hear a commotion coming from what seemed to be the tavern.Deciding it was just a bar fight he kept his slow pace. Glancing around he looked at the different houses seeing ones with lights on and lights off. Nothing out of the ordinary. As he passed the tavern he could here it was a bit more than a regular bar fight. The dark aura emiting from it made him grin. "Wish I had time to stop in and watch the fireworks. Heh, like anything is really preventing me. No no, I don't think I should get involved. I protect the forest, not the town. And it seems as though the towns people aren't in any real danger." Continuing on out of town, he takes a deep breath entering the forest. "Nothing beats the smell of pine and deer. I do love living in the foest. Maybe I'll stop by the river and get some water before I get back to the cave." As he changed his course to head toward the river he came into the clearing and heard a light growl. Looking down to see a young woman holding a brown wolf. Walking up to the wolf as he searhed inside his yukata the wolf watched him carefully. He handed a piece of meat to wolf and set his hand on it's head. Whispering lightly to wolf he said "guard her well my friend," and continued on his way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 2:58 am
((Hey, this is Darinomi. this guild won't let me in for crap. sweatdrop I tried to make this post falcon-like, but I failed. Miserably. I'll have to work on it, but for now, time yourself on how long this thing takes for you to read. xd ))
Monia found the only hill in sight and stood atop it facing south her thin tattered cloak floating in the light breeze, scanning the countryside for a town or city. The rough map her father had drawn for her said she would be reaching one soon. A large forest extended southwest, filled with redwoods. She took note of it in case she ran into trouble anytime soon. It would make good shelter if there was need, if not for her, then for a troublemaker that crossed her. She hitched her bag further up her shoulder and kept going south. After walking for about an hour, she caught sight of a town called Seui. According to her map, this place was crawling with theives and pickpockets.
-That's nice- she thought. -I could use a good skirmish.-
Bearing a few glances because of her pack, she entered the town making her way past the pubs and markets towards the heart of the small town. So far, she hadn't noticed any suspicious characters around, but then proffessionals weren't. Keeping a sharp eye out, she entered a well kept inn. Sneaking a glance up a staircase to the right, she walked foreward towards a man behind a counter and smacked a few coins on it.
"What can this get me?" she asked in a commanding voice. He glared insolently at her under bushy gray eyebrows. This middle-aged man was definitely not the person who kept this place nice.
"Bread, water, and some hay out back," he said while scratching his hairy and unmuscled arm. She didn't react, but asked another question. "And what is your name, sir?" she asked sweetly.
"Jorl," he muttered, taken aback at her change of attitude.
"Are you married?" she asked in the same honeyed tones.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" he said, glare returning.
"Everything," she dropped her pack and nimbly propelled herself over the counter with one hand while pulling a knife out of her purple leather boot with the other. Jorl stumbled out of her way as she predicted, so she grabbed his left hand and pulled towards the wall her back was to, slipping the knife in his clammy palm. Watching the stunned look on his face, she drew it to her throat and slammed her back to the wall which made a satisfactory crunching noise. Standing on her toes she shrieked with a drawl, "Help! Help! Jorl's gonna kill me! HEEELP!" four men pounded down the stairs, two of them holding cards. They rushed Jorl, two on each side, yelling for him not to move or they'd pound him. Monia was doing her best to looked scared out of her wits and not amused. Jorl was confused and tried to yank the hand with her knife in it away, but she held it tight, adding to the effect of her "struggle". She whimpered, pretending to try to free Jorl's grip on her hand and shoulder. If those men didn't hurry up, she'd have to make a "miraculous escape".
One of the bigger men got a hand on Jorl's shoulder so Monia let go of him, sending him flying headfirst over the counter behind him, the knife flying out of his hand. She made a big show of checking to see if she was alright, and put her hands over her heart, panting and looking distraught. The biggest man put a hand on her back while scowling at Jorl, who was yelling innocence and struggling to get up against the hands punching and holding him down.
"You're not hurt?" the man who was touching her asked. She nodded, shrugging his hand off of her, ignoring the impulse to cut it off.
"Sorry. I'm Dramyr. Who are you?" Monia quickly concocted a story that would fit the situation she had created.
"I... I'm Hariette. People call me Harry," she drawled. "I sell herbs from in the forest," she jerked her head in that direction. "And I... I'm appalled to say now... I'm Jorl's lover." Their reaction was surprizing, to say the least. She couldn't make out exactly what they were yelling, but it seemed that this sort of thing had happened before. They started roughing Jorl up a bit, but luckily for him they weren't experienced. Monia quickly changed her expression to heartbroken and angry. "You better not come around anymore, cause my daddy and his brother'll kill you!" Jorl was unable to comment while being pummelled. She found a box that looked a bit valuable and snatched it. "And this'll take care of all those herbs!" She grabbed her bag and knife and ran for the woods. Once she was deep enough that nobody could easily track her, she set down her pack and caught her breath. Fighting knife to knife was one thing, but what she had just done was as exhilarating as anything else. Her attention slid to the box she had just stolen. It didn't have a lock, but it could be spelled. She thought for a moment on how to open it and decided not to. There's more than one way to open a box, after all. She picked up the box and her huge bag, looked at her map and found that this forest wasn't on it. She walked a while longer until she came upon a perfectly round lake. --
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 3:08 pm
*As his foot was thrown to the side, his left foot were to be kicked...though, what had been a possible problem before, was about to save him. The puddle of liquid on the floor caused him to slide, and fall, as opposed to breaking his ankle upon impact. During the fall, his body was spinning, due to the fact that his foot was thrown, he spun to the right, spinning his right elbow towards the mans head, then his right palm, which exposed his feeding tube. He needed to eat...he needed to eat badly...*
*...As his stomach growled...*
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2005 6:20 am
*An opening? He watched the man fall toward him carefully. His opponent definitely had a momentary advantage using his bodyweight and spin as a weapon, but after the initial energy of his blow was spent...
A feral grin found its way onto his features as he brought his arms, forearms placed parallel against each other, around again to block. His left foot slid quickly out behind him and to the side as a brace against the approaching blow just before their limbs again made contact.
The elbow hit his forearm, hard. Even as it connected, he could feel his arms begin to give under the pressure of the blow. In the split second it took to block the blow, he felt a sharp pain against the side of his head. It hurt a bit, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what it most certainly would have been had he failed to form some sort of defense.
Well that left the attack blocked, even the second attack through sheer luck as even if his opponent choose to extend his arm, it would simply meet the empty air behind his head. Now for part two of his plan.
The very momentum he felt the force of the blow die to the point where his strength could overcome that of his opponents, given the man's precarious position in mid-air, he shoved back, using his left leg to push off the ground. His upper torso twisted as he attempted to shove the stranger off his arm. Given the position of his arms, there weren't many offensive options open to him, except one.
His fingers locked together and he brought his left arm up, still twisting his torso to the right and pushing his right arm with his left hand, swinging his left elbow over his opponents shoulder and toward his head. Though a great deal of the strength he would normally be able to muster for such a blow was sacraficed to keep his enemy off balance and unable to continue his earlier attack, it would most certainly do some damage if it connected.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 5:21 pm
Walking up tp the lake he kneeled down lapping some of the cold, refreshing water. Taking out his canteen he began to fill it as he looked around the area. It was surriprisingly quiet for this time of night. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw movement by the lake. Wandering if it was some kind of rogue hunter he stood up and began walking towards the lake.
A gentle breeze began to blow and he sighed in releif. Something about the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and the scent of the forest was just relaxing. He was glad to live in such a tranquil forest. As he neared the lake he noticed that the traveller was looking at a map and had a small box. Obviously female he caught her scent. A bit of fear and excitment lingered on it, now fading. Without making and noice he walked up to about 15 feet away and stood in the moonlight watching her, making no noise to give away his presence but not trying to hide it either.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 7:15 pm
Mad Migy 9 Without making any noise he walked up to about 15 feet away and stood in the moonlight watching her, making no noise to give away his presence but not trying to hide it either. Monia scanned the map one last time, making completely sure that she wasn't missing something. She returned the map to a pocket and turned to see a man silently watching her. Perhaps it was because she was tired, but she wasn't surprised by this man's presence. "Well, good evening to you too," she said with a small smile. "Isn't that gentlemanly of you, to come up and introduce yourself." She stepped a few paces toward him and waited for a reaction.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 7:53 pm
*As his attack was obviously flawed...he feared...he feared that this night, would be one of the nights he would not succeed to feed...as the attackers elbow flew directly at his head...he could sense something would go wrong...something bad...really bad...*
"Fuc...k..."
*The blow hit him directly at the top of his head...sending a shock down his spinal column...causing a loud crack noise throughout the tavern...*
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*His body fell limp upon the floor...his arms to each side of his body, as his feeding tubes slowly seeped back into his palms...and the seemingly last breath of this man, was taken...*
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*A silver coin fell out of his jacket pocket, rolled towards Grazelda ((Sp?)), as it spun and made a precuriously loud thud as it hit the ground. The side it had shown as it hit the floor was of a fallen bat, slain on the ground with a large spear in it's back...as it began to glow...the room lit up...and when the light was gone...the mans body was gone...drops of blood where he laid could be seen...but the coin still remained...*
((Sorry all, but I can not post for extened periods of time, I am currently busy with life, and will be back soon enough to kill kellindel...or just eat a few drops of blood... ^_^v tasty!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:44 pm
Jade saw the man go down and instinctively retreated back in the direction that she had entered from. As she paused at the door she saw something fall and then there was a light, not a normal light as that of a candle or a bulb. Quickly she ducked and pushed roughly against the door in order to make a quick escape. The man had nothing good about him as far as she could tell, he was as dark as his aura.
As soon as Jade had managed to get out of the room she stepped back out into the darkness and looked back towards the lake wondering if perhaps she should head back towards the area she knew best. She stood and looked the opposite way up to the forest. Now that was somewhere that she hadn't been in a while. With a slight shrug she would turn and step towards the forest before realizing that she had left her boots by the lake when she had come to town. Turning around she would back track easily to the lake, she knew the path by heart and in the fading darkness it seemed to be no trouble.
Jade made it to the lakeside in a few moments and had to stop. Squinting in the darkness she let her eyes adjust for a moment before a smile would touch her lips and she walked over to the shore and dropped down to sit next to her boots. She made quick work of lacing up her well worn black boots and got back to her feet. After a few moments she stood once more and looked at the water, So beautiful.
With a momentary farewell to her favorite spot she would turn and take the quickest path straight through the town slowing only when she reached the forest. She stopped at the forest's edge and looked inside. She enjoyed the woods but it was still not her normal place and she was always cautious. She would walk down the path a short ways before she split off the path and into the trees. Keeping parallel so she wouldn't get lost Jade looked up into the branches as she would try to see the fading stars.
Seeing as she was off the path and not looking at where she was walking it was of little to no surprise of any bystander when her right foot became lodged into the forest floor via a root. Before she could catch herself Jade fell face first into a clearing.
"Oof!" Looking up from her spot on the ground she went wide eyed as she saw a wolf sitting on the forest floor next to what looked like a person. Quickly Jade tried to dislodge her foot, her eyes never leaving the wolf.
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