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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:38 pm
He lowered his arms, propping himself up when he was dragged forward..using his elbows to keep his jacket from taking the amount of weight from his torso. "Ah, so this is a fight for dominance, is it, love?" He questioned, before he, too, was slightly thrown off by the spell...
Hmm, though, the other didn't seem to pay much mind to what was going on..at the moment, at least, and he took the liberty to lift a leg to wrap around the other's legs, and flip them, other leg pressing a knee close to Marks' hips..the other still twisted around his legs. He gave a light pant, trying to catch his breath...and glared down at him slightly.
"What does the winner get, besides a lack of payment?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:44 pm
Well ow. He'd never landed on his wings before and hell if it didn't sting a little. All these new bones... Come to think of it--...no. He'd try head-butting someone without a horn of their own to impale him between the eyes with. ...Naw, the horn was at the appropriate angle not to do him any damage.
Still gripping the collar of Samael's collar, Marks rolled shoulders in what might have been a shrug and gave what might've been a wink before momentarily ramming his head into the vampire's with the intention to stun, horns taking most of the impact and making the most delightful of hard, cracking sounds.
Christ he'd missed this.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:59 pm
When he didn't get a response, he frowned in slight disappointment, but that didn't last long.
He let out a noise, sounded much like a muffled grown/yell, at the headbutt, impacted backwards slightly. Well, he had gotten what he wanted. Stunned, and quite thrown off, he hit the ground beside the other with a following 'thud'..the sound of skull cracking against skull still ringing in his ears. He brought a hand up to caress the area..now a slight cut dripping his liquid life.
A low growl left him, and he painfully rolled over onto his stomach..untangling his legs from the others. He seemed to forget that they were playing a 'game'..and attempted to straighten out his vision.
Ow. That ******** hurt.
Now he was slightly angry.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 10:29 pm
Satisfied that there was no ringing in his ears and that he'd therefore fared miles better than his opponent, he rolled quickly to pin the vampire, twisting an arm behind the unicorn's back and pressing a knee into the small of his back, own wings flaring into the renewed freedom.
A genuine smile settled well onto his face - something usually resigned to moments of serenity with others but inevitably characterized with malice or power when it came to the demon. He lowered his head to speak, not quite whisper in Samael's crimson ear, dark hair falling over his eyes, "The winner gets what he wants, sweetheart," voice touched with a dark promise he couldn't quite hold these days, but no reason for the vampire to know that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:01 am
He gave a low groan when he heard the other shifting, blood dripping down over the bridge of his nose, and over his mouth. He parted his lips, tasting his own blood...but with every huff of a startled breath, droplets fell down onto the grass.
Grunting when the other took hold of him, he arched, and turned his head a bit..the fuzzy outline of Marks showed that he wasn't yet ready to fight back. Flexing his hand, he clenched it into a fist..tail lashing in great irritation. Ears folded back against his skull, and he narrowed his ******** this.
He shifted as best he could, and licked the blood from his lips..only smearing it moreso over his pale flesh. He moaned, "Mm..really, now..? That's hard to pass down.." He mumbled, his breath heaving here and there between words.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:39 am
Wings flicked as a chuckle rolled through his shoulders and into the air between them, a sound that might've sounded amused in a much more wholesome way out of context. In this sort of situation... it was just 'home' - he could feel something filling into what had been an empty place. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner? Bar room brawls. Of course.
Apparently his brain still had room for a little sarcasm.
"The longer we get cozy right here the more likely you've already forfeited," he smirked further, allowing for Samael's slight shifting for confidence that the unicorn might as well forfeit, given circumstances and given his opponent.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 4:51 pm
"How're you going to tell I've forfeited..?" He questioned, his gaze beginning to become..well, not so blurry. He shifted once more, and gave a low growl. Narrowing his eyes, he gave a painful shove to the side, trying to knock the other off balance, long enough to scramble to all fours.
Panting, he felt the blood begin to cake over the already dried blood...making a thin line from his forehead, curving the bridge of his nose, over his lips..and dripped onto the ground below his face. But, hopefully, his nearly futile movement had paid off.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:42 pm
Though not surprised by the move, it did send a little shock to the bones and Marks rolled away from the shove to crouch facing the vampire, grin shadowed by hair and bow of neck. Bleeding vampire. Ha. Kinda ironic and not a little satisfying.
He'd let Samael make the next move - not because he was tired or wary, far from it. The more the vampire was allowed to think on his own and attack rather than react, the more fun it got. A fight, yes, but also a game.
"You don't have to forfeit to lose, Sammie," he taunted with surety. "But don't worry - either way I'm sure it'll be pretty hard to miss."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:50 pm
He growled a bit, and stretched out leg out behind him. ******** this. He pulled his trench coat off, baring his white undershirt and black pants..easy as that. Dropping the heavy fabric onto the ground, he smirked right back at him..yes, he could move a bit easier now.
His ears pinned back against his head, and his tail curled near his rear, so as not to get in the way.
Wrinkling his nose, he shifted unsteadily, before lunging forward, twisting to grab ahold of one of Marks' wings, and shoved him roughly down. Hey, time to play dirty. He pressed his knee to the male's inner thigh, near his groin, as if to threaten--though he wouldn't go -that- low. Just to startle him. Free leg set near his hip, while his free arm shoved down to his sternum. "Mm, I'm sure."
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:09 pm
All right, that threw him for the loop. Maybe giving Samael the chance to get up hadn't been so clever. Enh, who was he kidding? What fun was it when all you let them do was squirm? Curling with the impact of the fall, Marks coughed a laugh of appreciation - through the surprise and momentary pain. Not enough to stop him, though. Never enough to stop. Not yet.
"That's a start," he said appreciatively, sounding much less winded than he felt. Damn that thing about needing lungs. So much easier to take a hit when all you got was the bruise and didn't have to worry about the effects to your organs.
Then, one hop skip and a jump later --more like a shove, grab and a flap-- Marks had his arms latched around Samael's chest, hooked beneath the arms and had launched them into the air high above the street.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:15 pm
He laughed down at him gently, half proud of himself for attacking him. He was violent, when he wanted to be, but he wasn't paticularly in a violent mood. The other was, though, so he'd let him do as he pleased, and give him a little fight while he was at it.
He gave out a slight noise, probably from being startled at the launch off the ground. He curled a bit, and growled, half temped to bite him--but thought against it. He glared a bit, and shifted his arms as best he could, slipping his fingers over the other's neck..while his midnight tresses whipped against his cheeks and neck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:30 pm
He tensed at first when the fingers reached, half convinced he was going to have to drop the vampire now rather than later. But when they merely clung instead of attempting harm of any sort, he raised a single eyebrow in bemusement. Where was the fight here? Or perhaps a fear of heights? Naw, survival instinct. A fall from certain heights could damage the undead more than they'd care for.
Marks continued to bring them up, above the town and more towards the edge - moreso than M'lady Malady already was. "Where's your drop off, sweetheart?" he murred unpleasantly through the wind.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:02 pm
Though he hissed slightly at the fangs, his first response was a simple grin, almost relaxed in manner and slightly creepy for that laid-back facade (for it was clear that whatever lay below the surface was far from idle threat). Hands moved to support the vampire more surely, though in no tender or careful way, implying the readiness to let go.
"That's getting old," Marks told him as one might to a child who doesn't have their shoelaces tied quite right. "When are you people going to find a new word?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:16 pm
He wrinkled his nose at him, and glared wickedly--half relieved when he was held onto, but not quite. He knew the other had the intention of dropping him..which bothered him quite a ********," he replied, and arched a brow in return, scoffing at him, "Better?" He replied, and gripped on tighter, clenching his teeth together.
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