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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 3:38 pm
 EbonyEbony snarled back at the challenge she'd already known was coming. Despite his outward bravado, she could clearly see the flicker of unease that riddled his expression, the nervous shifting of his eyes. His pupils were tiny, specks of black flooded by his crimson irises. He wasn't into this fight, he was scared. Fear made him foolish, but it also made him dangerous. She knew from experience that a dying enemy was potentially the worse enemy to have. After a point, they stopped caring. They lost whatever control they might have had, and they went beserk.
The Lopunny's ear twitched, and she bared her teeth in another hiss. She ducked low to the ground, bolting forward on all fours, and slipping easily beneath the pouncing Absol. She slashed upward with the blade of her sword, the steel biting at his stomach. The movement was swift, and the wound was shallow. A warning, a hindrance. She wanted to watch him squirm. With a flick of her wrist, the edge of the blade slipped along the side of the jumping Absol's ankle. He wasn't very smart, for a Dark-type with as much potential as he had.
She gave him no time to turn and face her, slashing down at his hindquarters with another strike. This time, the strike would be fierce and powerful. The damage done would be serious, if the Absol failed to avoid the attack. Within a moment of this, she was already pouncing atop his back, biting down on his shoulder like a feral animal. Her Jump Kick struck hard into his ribs, and she felt shivers of delight race through her spine at the melody of cracking bone. A dark aura swirled around her jaws as she bit down, holding him still as she struck down hard with a Dizzy Punch. She refused to allow the Absol to win, to escape without a reminder. Survival she'd allow, if only to enjoy the scars that she'd forged along the male's memories. She'd certainly return, and then she would kill him. Until then, there was fun to be had.
She bit down harder this time, stabbing the Absol's fore-foot clean through with her sword. She didn't release him until she tasted the tang of salt and iron on her tongue, and even then she didn't move far, only retreating enough to kick the Absol sideways into Serrin's unconscious form.
The shadowed Lopunny twisted, scarlet eyes fixed on the frozen form of Alfred. Her ears twitched. Between the Absol, whose remaining strength was unclear, and the other two cowards that lurked nearby, she remained alert. "What's the matter? Aren't you having... fun?" Eyes narrowed sharply in hatred as she hissed the words, Goldclaw's blood dripping and matting in her charcoal fur.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:23 pm
  
Alfred---Momo---Goldclaw
'What was death?'
It happened instantaneously but the Absol felt it drag on for hours in his mind. Even has he hit the ground after the final blow, his memory seared with horror. He could feel it all happening again. Pain shooting along his underbelly, spreading down to burst at his hell. A split second realization of what was coming next filled the pit of his stomach with dread and the Absol didn't move swiftly enough to avoid being torn apart at his flank. And then teeth, sharp, cutting. White flashes of agony contorted his thoughts into a blank canvas.
'What did it mean to die?'
He couldn't think, couldn't focus. The Absol hit the ground and spasmed in a panic, his legs kicked out and his front claws dug into the ground as he tried to subconciously escape the threat looming over him. In his frenzied mind he didn't realize that Ebony had turned her attention to a different prey.
'Did everything just stop?'
Alfred glanced briefly at the seizuring Absol, the wide-eyed expression on his face didn't waver for a second. Not even as he turned his gaze back to the Lopunny who was starring right at him.
An almost unatural wave of calm crept over him, he resisted the urge to bolt and instead eyed the sword she was holding with captivated eyes.
'Or maybe...'
Without really lifting his head, his eyes flicked upward to her face and narrowed slightly. The Azelf clinging to his back was ignored, the fallen Absol and Ivysaur to his side were forgotten. The only thing that existed was the Lopunny and her sword. The sword more specifically.
'...maybe...'
"You're going to die." The Psychic said suddenly, his tone passive. "You can't really think that he's going to let you live. Do you?" At that he looked up, a sharpness almost visible in his gaze. The Gardevoir remembered, everything almost. The clarity lasted for only a few seconds, tears brimmed in his eyes before being hastily blinked away in confusion.
'Maybe it didn't stop.'
"You'll lose." were the last words to escape him before the world tipped back out of control. Whatever he recalled, whatever lucidity he'd regained, was gone again and the terrified Gardevoir took a step back on instinct to run.
'Maybe it started.'
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 1:12 pm
EbonyEbony's crimson eyes practically glowed with hatred, spitting at the Gardevoir's words. She hated him. She despised him. After everything that he had done, after who he'd dared to become. He didn't deserve the air he breathed. He especially didn't have the right to threaten her so. She'd tear him apart, like the sinner that he'd become.
With a sharp screech, she lunged at him, dragging his frail form easily to the rocky earth. She threw his weak shoulders into the solid rock, sharp claws swirling with the aura of shadows as she tore at his face. She could scarcely breathed, the air full of screams once more as she tore the very judging eyes that had met her own. He could never be allowed to see her for what she was. He'd chosen a life of sin, over her purer path and interests. He could never be allowed to live.
She stabbed him fiercely in the gut, feeling the warmth spill from his stomach and gush around her claws. The blade glowed with the strength of shadows, absorbing the demonic god within the Psychic-type. She'd bring it to her father; a parting gift.
Only the approaching footsteps forced her back. She had what she needed; she could come again to steal what was left of the sorry life beneath her. Ebony vanished into the shadows, leaving only her voiceless victims behind her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:52 pm
It came as a brisk shock. Unable to completely register what had happened the Gardevoir's only response was to remain in his stationary, standing position. A hand lifted to his chest, finding the wound scored there and becoming drenched in the thick rivulets of life that spilled out of him.
Alfred blinked both eyes slowly, or rather his left one slowly. The Lopunny's claws had gone at the right side of his face, he couldn't see through that eye. No doubt because it was no longer there.
Was he dying?
Beyond an increasingly vivid sense of self he was still aware of the tender network from which he was being separated. From its fabric those who were dear to him reached out, calling to him, seeking one more communion.
He could remember with such clarity that it caused him physical pain.
Tightening around him, existence throbbed with the pulsing of a giant heart. He was expelled into lightlessness, he was tumbled into the unknown.
Down and down he spun.
Alfred's legs finally gave way and he collapsed to the ground still barely conscious.
"Hey! Over here"
Gradually he began recalling long-forgotten concepts such as direction and distance and time. "Christ on high, what happened here?"
Sheltered and content, he was suspended between worlds, floating on tides regulated by the rhythms of a universe. In this building-time he sorted among his memories and they slowly faded again into obscurity. So few could be retained and it was hard to anticipate which he might need most. Yet a voiceless command urged him to remember, remember....
"Any of you alive here?"
He drifted and dreamed until the pounding began. Shocked, he tried to fight back, but he was seized by a sudden pain. A burning flood poured into his one eye as he looked up to the owners of the voices.
"Forte! The guilds! Take them to the guilds, it's the closest place!"
Concentrating on them, he found himself spiraling amid stars. Constellations bloomed around him like flowery meadows.
A teleport...they were being teleported.
"The Absol?"
"Leave it, it's dead."
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