-Why Fear the Forward path when the road back is More frightning- Kuro relaxed at the mans response was what he hoped for, but was still a bit surprised"what really?...okay so you'll help then, alright then" he said as he felt he was getting somewhere now."alright then I understand, so when do we get started, the sooner the better right?" he asked normally now though a hint of joy can be heard in his voice,
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Hearing the audibly happier boy slightly annoyed Alistair, but he continued nevertheless. "I move fast. So keep up." Alistair explained skills he believed useful to the Valkyries, ones that had been used against before. An offensive skill, a defensive skill and a mobility skill.
• Call from Heaven B This skill calls a strike directly from the heavens to decimate any spot in the thread the caller can see. It comes down incredibly fast, and the only warning to its descent is the sudden build up of static electricity in the area. It has a range of 20 feet.
• Shield of Valor B This skill uses your energy to create a shield of pure lightning that deflects one physical or energy based attack of up to B rank, A rank if the user is charged with lightning from Discharge, with a two post cooldown. Anything that touches it will be shocked very painfully as well, which is another plus side to that. It can be called nearly instantly which is part of it's usefulness.
• Chariot Racing A This skill literally summons a chariot or boat that is pulled either by horses or dolphins of pure energy. This increases speed by 3 while on board it, as thats how fast it moves. The chariot has blades on the center of it's wheels and resists up to C rank attacks completely. However, if hit by two b ranks or one A the construct will be destroyed. If it runs off of a cliff, the horses become peaguses and carry you through the air.
Icy to the core, this forestry was long desecrated by unknown means. An area for great anomalies and the otherworldly appearing nigh never ending. Crystalline frost buffered the area, skewering all means of exits dangerous under these tenacious conditions. Arabic lore dictated a being of profound features, delicate to nothing and yet adequate to the forces of nature. Soothing and virtuous the frosted heavens feel on this night. Truly mythical in every way, there shone light that made ways through the fixture of trees. The thickens could not contain and upon maintaining his first step forth, he settles on the icy lake. Black fluff echoes and rums, with air reverberating within its lungs. Eyes like rhinestone glimmer from beneath the shadows of a jacket, carefully poking its head out to explore the world around them. A small companion in his adventures had joined along the road to unknown, posing more of a hospitable threat to any lingering forth with malicious intent. There the sudden actions are had, acting up with fur scaling high along its back. It hisses and claws, damn nigh forcing him to stop. However, the likely excuse is spewed forth and what he bares witness to with moons of lapis lazuli.. Beautiful as it was decadent. Hair flowed beneath the feet and yet she arises as nature's child of mythics. Potentially an nymph, or a spirit of nature. There is no sudden backing away, the startled kitten had discovered a hidden potential threat scrutinizing their every bit.
Werewolves lingered and prowled originally alongside such an icy tundra, this desert held no other specialties aside from that. Slick as a serpents hide was the dainty flesh, coiled knit and with porcelain scales did the pearly like beast arise through the cracks of permafrost. Torn between two distinct realities, this beast did not belong. A creature that surely tells of a tale that any God held a plan to crush the weak and leave forth the strong to live forever on. That light in the shadow fades, but it will not die away; the twisted entanglement of a thrashing tail. Whipping forth and splurging through the ice, attempting to strike and slice before splice. Tearing asunder winds that traveled graciously towards himself, but he stands. Strong and by no means wilted. A cast of his own origin bestows itself upon the viewer beholding such power. Force is applied, where the ice cracks. Particles are left to be in shambles, crystals torn and left mangled. Demon to unknown, the mystery was meticulous and held no falter in the art of combat. Directed back, this brought the very footing of the beast into an upfront strike against the wall's form. Shattering it against a tree's base, crackling away with the shards merely piercing it within its abdomen. There had been long talk of a creature that lurked about this land, terrorizing any who dared traveled within its domain. However, he would make this domain his own grounds. There is no God to mercy this.
Icy dew crackles underneath each step, nearing the nigh incapacitated beast by the second. There the sounds of broken cackles emancipate security to the ears of the living, this battle was not over. Alas with features so beautiful, they grow dim and dark. Grimacing at grotesque appearances, she bestows upon him a look of anguish and fierceness. Not a single bone within the body showed signs of submission. Claws whipped and curved at the open air, where it barely reached the towering male casting sights down onto it. Suddenly it soothes itself, limp the arms fall with a head that hangs like those in the gallow. Mysterious halts left for precautious results. Palms striking to either side of the creature's skull, crack the skeletal structure is heard. Then the uprising follows, dangerously close it tears open. A chest cavity that unleashes a serpent of sorts. Albino with refined scales like the prior. The vessel before revealing itself to be merely a host of a giant serpent entity of sorts. Snatched and taken, he is ascended towards heaven where the maws and fangs attempt to capture and tear him into pieces. Cuspids bare with vocals emulating a radiant roar. The winds forced, and the grounds shake. Hands held each rim, gaping the mouth where he could potentially fall prey to. Twisted and twirled, he forms a swirl mid flight to bring a ravaging heel down to the top of its very mouth. The shock left smoke in its wake, crashing horrendously.
From kinetic blasts he smashes and he dashes, darting off into the open air. Distance brought to him from the serpent and he only rushes the impact all the more in a quaking fall for dominance. Cerulean eyes bestowed malice and wrath, no mercy to be held for those attacking as they are weak. Force crashing atop of the head, bursting the skull and splattering what innards it contained throughout the icy desert. There standing the victor who only migrates about to search for something in particular. The fangs of the beast acquired and held for trophies of his success. Looped about his back, he turns to assure they are organized within a neatly fashion. A migraine subsiding with his shoulders shrugging. Crouching suddenly with eyes whipping from end to end, averting and attempting to catch any other sudden motions he sits in silence for the time being. Mewling breaks the moment of silence, leaving his gaze to channel towards his fluffy friend. Rolling around and about within his jacket, the fluffy black head popping out to look towards the serpent before them. Or more so what is left of this vile unholy creature. Shaking from left to right, his head tilts and he decides to set ablaze this being. Not clear or near edible, he brings himself to sit at the back of its spine. The hide was enough to form a home alone, but he would have hold the thought for the road to power was a long one to take. Grinning for a second, it was growing closer.
'' Come out. . . ''
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [6] | The Arrival of Icelandish Sanctity
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
(I apologize in advance for my overly distracting, rainbow gif. Although, the shaking cat in your signature is just as distracting so we're even.)
It's cold. He whispered. Cold did not phase a fully synthetic body, but his body was not fully synthetic. The exterior was organic material weaved by synthetic genius, which allowed him more cold resistance than the regular mortal but not quite enough to ignore his surroundings. It's freezing. He couldn't move at complete functionality, with the ice below his legs. It was a climate he was not incredibly used to, as while Cordonus often came from Val'Ghast, he was from Aramil. It's . . . unique. He was excited to learn how to operate in sub-optimal environments. The beautiful and tropical island nation of Aramil was all too easy to dwell in, with low humidity and consistent warmth all year round. Nocturne was so often cold, everywhere, especially to the east of Valle and Luimira, and the west of Uppsala.
He had always been impressed by Lumirians more than most others. They lived long, fought hard, schemed and plotted against one another much as his kin did. The father who raised him, the Incubus Dagon, was much like a Lumirian in the way he acted and thought. Despite killing the man he did respect him, and so a yearning to go to the land of the man's birth developed in him and swelled over time. But while the people thrived, the land did not. It was cold, miserable, the cities were grungy in a way and almost inhospitable to the non-immortal. Considering his variable biological composition, Icarus did well in the Capital and especially in the prosperous city of Valle, but these lands east were foreign to him. There was little life at all, just wolves larger than the typical sort and frost giants that lived on the edge of the tundra. Lycans every now and then, running nude across the blizzard as if bragging about the constitution given them by their God.
It was a harsh land, and so it befitted a harsh man. He could describe his journey here as altogether pleasant, enough so that he wished to expand his business - the Icarian Cartel - into Nocturne. First though, he couldn't help but feel that with his perceptive ability he sensed a man - a different, yet familiar sort of man - in the wastes. Now that interested him. He pursued this presence and followed behind him, silently, throwing flasks to disguise him within the ice and snow as he lurked behind the one he eventually discovered to be a Djinn. He was hunting something - he was sure of it. The Cordonus was hunting as well . . . but not to kill. Probably.
Finally, he appeared, and launched a flask at the Djinn. It would surround the air with an overwhelming smell - one of the guts of insects, large ones, fallen and overcome with rot. "What's a rainbow-toned brute doing so far from his enclosure? Do they even allow you men away from your dummies and your dying wives for these wild excursions? I had thought not." His face was stoic, almost empty. He had strangely robotic eyes and an armor that covered much of his jawline. He looked . . . powerful, but not in a way that benefited any but himself.
Perception sparks, bringing the mind to work overdrive to pick up through sense alone what nears himself. Irritating lurking, he knows someone or something is out there. Looming behind him, quietly stalking and scrutinizing his every step. Long dark locks sway, bringing them to lift at the sudden shift and turn. Waved and dancing along the icy winds that passes the two by. Scowling at the tundra's breath, he locks sights with this unusual being before him. Eyes of luminous hues stare with an unusual origin, as if it was all merely synthetic placements. Hair cut short, styled within a wildly neat fashion. This left eyes to narrow down, furrowing his brows along the way. Something was off and yet nothing was.
Questionably he could potentially pose a threat, but the Djinn were known for their competitive ways. Still he was no rock for brains brute, his tolerance existed. However, how slim it would become at such a time was up to the individual alone. Examining this man watching him back, the sudden flask chucked his way only assumed to be some form of conversing or a means of assault. A scarf snatched from his neck, spread to capture what seemed to be a delicate creation that harbored a putrid smell. The right of his sights twitched uncontrollably. Even the creatures around and surrounding drew what seemed to be madness in their leave. Escaping at all costs from the horrid texture the air had been tainted with. The fluffy one..
" This is an interesting way of saying hello. . What is chosen is for me to choose, not them. ''
Holding the flask within the wrapped confines of a sacrificed accessory, he began to gradually take his steps towards this man. Mysterious to the core, almost as bad if not worse than himself. Hidden by the brown flesh he poses, yet eyes give the beholder links to one's truest origins. He holds out the scarf with its contents unscathed within it.'' This belongs to you,'' He gestures forth for him to take it from the slips of the scarf's slim openings. Growls are heard from his chest, a groan from the little creature that had been accompanying him since he arrived within this prefecture. The scarf having been hooked by a branch if he had not taken it quick enough and left for him to decide whether he wanted it or not.
" What's a creature that builds upon themselves by stalking something they potentially do not understand? We are a long ways from civilization, and the werewolves seem to love nature just as much as I. '' The right of his brows arise whilst the left lowers, curious about this figure appearing almost seemingly out of no where. Hands delve back into the pockets of his jacket. Gathering warmth from the fluffy cavern of fur." Does an interesting individual have business? " Steps taken aback, he crouches and watches this man meticulously. Unsure of just what his aim could potentially be. Whatever wickedness he held, he must have been lurking since he left Nocturne not too long ago. Answers will arrive soon.
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [6] | The Arrival of Icelandish Sanctity
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
