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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 1:47 pm
*The Silver Fang when he steppe dout was something else. He did NOT look like a starve dprisoner, like his compatriots. He was tall, slender, elegant and Icelandic. His hair was white as snow, eyes a brilliant blue. He was dressed in a simple white/gray ensemble, but around his neck he bore a mane of white hair, which also protruded from the top of his pointed ears, and coated the full tail he bore, despite being in human form.
In short, he projected majesty despite what he was and where.
As he stepped regally into the pit, turning dispassionate eyes on Dagoth, he seemed to glow with light from within - a Gift already activated. He blinked lazily at Dagoth, leaning forward, his rear heel grinding into the sand as he took a defensive stance. *
I have no desire to do this, but we have no choice... let us be honourable and gentlemen in this place of devils and fiends...
*Light shimmered like crystaline ice over him, hardening his armour beyond flesh and blood alone as he suddenly bulled forwards. Short, blunt claws extended from his fingers, his left hand reaching our to rake them across Dagoth's face. The point? To make Dagoth look at him, square in the face. Silver Fangs of some standing had an ability ((Wrath of Gaia)) that coudl cause Kindred to flee or at least panic and it was this the creature attempted to inflict on Dagoth*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:06 pm
"Honour is for the living. You are already dead."
Dagoth allowed the beast to come close letting the hands rake for his face, he simply smiled and leant backwards his left hand reaching out to grab the Sliver fangs wrist. His eyes closing as he moved wanting to draw the beast close towards him, his feet moving with an unnautral grace to keep the fight at least amusing for now. He chuckled as they would move, Dagoth only intrested in getting hold of one wrist for the moment.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:12 pm
*The Garou was only too happy to oblige. With his wrist grabbed, he jumped, invoking another Gift - Silver Claws. His feet, unshod, were suddenly armed with sharp claws which he lifted to Dagoth's stomach as he was pulled by the wrist, using the pressure of his feet to half stand, again seeking Dagoth's eyes*
Will you not fear that which you do not have, leech? Life!
*His jaw shifted to a muzzle full of sharp teeth which he snapped at Dagoth;s skull, more than able to crush it if he got the chance*
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:21 pm
Dagoth began to squeeze with almost his full potence, he grinned to himself rolling around with his now vice like grip to be behind the Sliver Fang. He jumped slightly to dig his feet against its hips before whispering into his ear softly.
"Life? How can you champion life when you don't understand it truely."
Dagoth would wait for the Silver fang to try and shake him loose before sliding down, jabbing a foot into a knee or heel moving around him. Twisting the wrist in his hand tightening his grip constanty, grining as he knew soon he would being to crush bone as he toyed with him. The cainite only needed the other wrist and then he would really give these people a show.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:28 pm
*Strangely, he Lycan STILL didnt pull away, merely dug his toes in deeper, biting hard into Dagoth shoulder as the Cainite turned, his long cainines striving to meet and hold onot his bone, crushing force in those jaws.
The reason he wished to stay close swiftly became apparent - he was glowing brighter and brighter, his wrist taking forever to break as Dagoth kept the pressure up. His armour was doing it work.
The light within him, though not holy in the normnal sense of the word, was very akin to it - Gaia's light, taken from his own light ebergy to [purge anything tainted or corrupt in the eyes of the mother spirit. That included Cainites, unnatural parasites. It burnt very much like True Faith and the Garou was alight with it, fighting to STAY close to Dagoth*
Burn...
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:37 pm
Dagoth grinned as the Sliver Fang bit into him, the cainites blood flooded into the beast system. It would take mere seconds for the thousands of diseases Dagoth carried within him, to flood its system breaking down the beasts ability to channel its own abilities. Dagoth had spent months learning what made people able to do everything from spell casting, to clan abilities and chi manipulation. Dagoths hand shot out grabbing the Slivers wrist, with one final inhuman squeeze he would attempt to tear the wrist whilst twisting himself free. He wanted the Sliver fang to clamp down and tear into him, for the more he hurt the Dagoth the quicker his death came.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:43 pm
Daegonna stood at the railing, watching anxiously. She knew that Dagoth was strong, and she knew that he could take care of himself. She worried anyway. Her eyes flitted from the Silverfang, to Dagoth, and back. She watched intently, her tail flicking from side to side.
Her face was calm enough, she looked like any other spectator. Roan had warned her not to do anything, so Daegonna was doing her best to keep her emotions in check. If she didn't, her power tended to respond.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 2:59 pm
*The Silver Fang did not seem to know what was happening to it. It snarled as pain seared through its form, causing its limbs to spasm. Involuntarily prehaps, it bit harder, deeper, mouth fillin with Dagoth;s vitae.
His bite was large enough Dagoth would lose a lot of blood, which was what he wanted, and the Garou was imbibing it unconsciously.
He fell away from Dagoth as his skin bubbled and split, his body trying to change form to purge itself, but unable to do so properly. He howled with agony, his mane turning black, limbs spasming, muscles shortening, joints lengthening, making him incapable of the most simple movement, ending up hanging form Dagoths grip on his wrist, delerious with the pain*
Finish... it....
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:05 pm
Dagoth grinned as the wrists tore free, the hole in his body closing the blood rushing back to Dagoth as he stood with his two new gifts. He patted the Sliver fang on the head with his own hand, before grinning softly leaning down to the beast.
"I needed you to hurt me, I needed you to make me bleed. Now they will bet more, now they think I can't win. So thank you sir, you where a devine help."
Dagoth dropped the hands for a moment placing his own on the slivers hand, with a quick twist the beasts neck snapped and was pulled free from its body. Tossed to the side like a second thought, he grinned as he collected his prize a single leap returned him to Baileys side. Offer the two hands from one knee, excatly what he was asked to collect the cainite grinned. Bailey wasn't the only one.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 3:19 pm
*With one final howl, the Garou writhed again, then fell silent as Dagoth broke his neck.
A short fight, but a telling one. Before Dagoth exitted the ring, a pair of red eyes focused on him out of one cell against the pit. Reinholdt;s champion*
Fool them as much as you want... I see everything, DeSeer. Your blood will be mine. And unlike the dog... I shall ENJOY it.
*Bailey smiled as Dagoth came back. People drew back from him and his bloody trophies as he approached Bailey, murmurs of horror, and lack of understanding accompanying him as he did so. Bailey stood, reattaching Dagoth's leash on the kneeling cainite. He stroked his fingers over the claws, then brought the bloody digits to his lips.*
Delicious my pet....
*Bailey sat and leant on the arm of his chair*
Drink what you can from those stumps. It may be the last meal you get for a while. You found that FAR too easy.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 5:02 pm
The girl with the horns and pigtails giggled when she realized what the wolf had done. Biting into Dagoth, tasting his blood, was not a wise move. The brutality of Dagoth's finishing strikes made the Daemonette giggle again. That got a few horrified stares from a few of those standing close to her.
Daegonna was not surprised at all that Dagoth won. She didn't hide her satisfaction or pride. She grinned, the delighted (and in this case sickeningly) innocent grin that had earned her the title "Lolicreature" from Iden. There was, of course, a little bit too much fang in her grin.
She was mildly puzzled when Dagoth took the beast's talons as trophies, and then knelt before Bailey and offered them as gifts.
The grin was gone as quickly as it had come, when Bailey reattached the leash.
Daegonna glanced to Roan, shifting her attention elsewhere to diffuse her anger a little bit. It didn't help much. Her anxiety returned, full force.
She caught Roan's attention from a distance, her pretty brow knitted together in a worried, confused look. She was clearly silently asking what was going on, what had brought Roan back, and what in ******** name had brought the otherworldly brood with her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 2:19 am
*Roan smiled acros sthe distance, gesturing with two fingers before she started mentally speaking to the girl. SHe knew how closesly Daegonna guarded her own mind.*
.: We have a sitaution developing. A bad one, even fo us. Looks liek I wont be breaking you into the caln work gently - we're going to need EVERYONE in the field before long. Dont worry. I'll tell you all the details shortly, especially as you'll need a history lesson for this one. Im going to need you to work with Sera, Cerberus, Mongrel and Yoachi, so try and keep your abilities to spellfling topped up, ok? I think we're gonan be in for a long war... :.
*It was disgusting how pleased she sounded, how excited to be fighting again*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:31 am
"Iden, I think.. Will be fine for now. They want war. Not a fight, war..."
Closing his eyes for a moment, the glyphs on the tops of Corbin's hands writhed faintly with an ethereal glow, before a few moments later, those glowing emeralds opened once more.
"He has encountered them already..... A pack of Abominations at a MUCH lower level then the two Majors. He actually did well however.. This presents another problem."
The Genral leaned in, and interlaced his fingers in his lap, heavily drawn look upon his face as he went on.
"They have produced kin. They have forces with which to throw out just as they had Engel and his men. Though Abominations, and black spirals to boot."
As the Fang roared at the gatherings backs, Dagoth tearing his name into the pit just as both Roan, and Corbin had before him, Corbin spoke with all the weight of his rank. His tone was demanding, leading. Just as his very appearance.
"We strike first. Though we will not go to them as we did with Engel. We launch a tactical strike on the Reclamation facilities and the Labs from a distance. Running through a deserted town to an ambush? no. We fire into each building one by one, until someone comes screaming out like a bat out of hell! We sacrifice a little of our territory to gain the upper hand we need. THEN, we draw them into OUR quarters. The front linesmen at the helm, and the Casters at the mid reach as Roan and I support from the rear along with Iden and the other Daemon posessed. If either of the majors should go after Iden in Saudi, then one of the Sabbat childe, Seraphim will go to his aid. Roan and I can fight from here."
His eyes then fell on Roan specifically.
"Roan, I have Lineage to cast out independant of my being with the integration, and you have Take, and your own. We can fight through our Totems, as if they were our own bodies. My lion, and Roan's Phoenix ARE us, and through them our greatest reach can cut down these Abominations. Dagoth, has his Void walker, and Iden has Okra. Azrael has his Daemon, and even Yoachi has his avatars. There is no plain of battle these heathens can outmatch us on. We no no limitations in the art of war."
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:41 am
Did I not RAISE you all as such? Each of you, to counterbalance one of MY weaknesses. We ARE the Warmongers.
*She as smiling like a Cheshire Cat now. Corbins plan suited her nicely, it was well thought out and with little risk of loss if it did not work.*
If we fight through out totems, we can defend the house from a rear attack while they enegage our front forces. If it was ME in the Majors place, I would be GLAD to have my enemy engage me away form their home, so I could slaughter their family and dependants while they were elsewhere. We will NEED to keep the mansion ours, as a fort to fall back to SHOULD our plans go awry, which I do not fear they will.
Your will is our command mother... say the word and we'll throw ourselves into the enemy ranks...
...For a price..
Of course.
Alright alright. Anyone who wants in on the Vaulderie, stay here. Anyone who doesnt, move back.
You must drink too...
I know and I will. Seraphim. Fetch the gear.
*settling back in her chair, Roan sighed and started rolling the sleeve of her left arm up, Corbin's fang marks still in her flesh*
I seem to spending most of today bleeding...
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:51 am
"That suits just fine. At the mansion we have Jan and any of the aids that stay to cycle fresh vitae from storage through us. And through us, the rest of the integrated clan. Not to mention... From there, I can still summon, and at the mansion, I can risk taking stance in my coffin. My final kingdom."
With pure extacy smeared all across the General's face, as his Totem moved with the rushing excitement across his chest, Corbin's eyes suddenly flashed back to the mismatched Obsidian and Scarlet they held with his full Diablorie and disciplines back at home.
"We will cut them down, these appropriately named scars on the world."
Then came the mention of the Vaulderie, and Corbin's half absent minded rant came to an abrupt halt. Memories of his last standing in the ceremony flashing before his eyes, and he stood.
"Roan, if the mansion is to be our base, then I need to return and begin the preperations. There is no telling how much time we have. Jan will need to be informed."
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