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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 1:04 pm
The original plan had been to just go home after work and enjoy the fact she didn't have work or school tomorrow. Or maybe to go out and hang with people. At the very least, she hadn't planned on racing along rooftops and peeking down alleyways tonight. But some inclining had encouraged her to suit up and patrol.
Fenrir sighed and sat down on a very quiet and lonely roof, looking up at the sky. People had been strange today at school. Work had been quiet. She'd heard a few people making comments about a, "full moon had to be coming" to try and explain some of the behaviors.
Or maybe it was just one of those days where everyone was in a foul mood?
Shaking her head at the thought, Fenrir stood up and stretched before jumping down to walk through the neighborhood she was currently in. All the houses were dark and no sounds could be heard. There weren't even any domestic cats lounging around anywhere!
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:32 pm
It was hard not to control the hunger these days. It ate away at Wolfeite so that almost every waking moment was spent in an attempt to abate the gnawing feeling in his body. But it dragged through his veins like poison, filling him with an antsy, restless feeling that was only ever satisfied through violence, intimacy, or some sort of work, like drawing energy or ripping starseeds.
He had not yet done any of that this particular night, but he wanted to, needed to.
And that filthy Order signature he could feel just across the next street over would do perfectly.
Wolfeite landed with a sharp thud on the ground in front of the senshi, his boots crashing on the sidewalk, body automatically crouched, tense for the jump. After a second, however, he slowly straightened, unfolded to his full height, golden eyes sweeping across the girl's face as he stalked forward.
"Lost?" he rasped out, licking his lips beneath the mask.kyrieko IF U NEED SOMEONE TO COME RESCUE FENRIR WE CAN FIND SOMEONE :'D
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 12:21 pm
Reading energy signatures was still something she was learning how to properly do, or understand. It was a strange feeling but she thought it kinda cool. Like some ability the elves of Middle Earth might be able to do. That thought had her smiling and briefly thinking about that cosplay she'd always wanted to try...
And then she got the ever living crap scared out of her, complete with a yelp of surprise and a very unsavory word (or two) of which she tried not to use in the presence of certain others (like her family). She realized too late that the darker feeling that had been growing was coming from the person in front of her. A man? Yet something was.... not quite right.
"W-Wha... ?!" She didn't mean to sound as frightened as she felt, taking steps backwards with every step forward he made. "I am not lost!" Fenrir managed to get out in a voice that was mostly not a squeak. "Who the hell are you?"
Bad feeling. She had a very, very bad feeling... kuropeco ANY OF UR OTHER KIDS W/MOAR EXPERIENCE WANNA RESCUE HER?! |D
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 5:21 pm
He loved the ones that were afraid. The ones that, even desperate, were unable to hide the widening of their eyes, the rising pitch of their voice, the rapidly breaking syllables. Wolfeite drank it all in with a hunger, with a savage, fierce pride in the knowledge that he was strong enough to make her afraid.
It was a heady rush of adrenaline. Wolfeite's tail flicked back and forth behind him, slow and serpentine, and he lifted a hand, tugging down the mask from his face so that the black and gray cloth pooled around his neck. Sharp canines flashed, bright white in the dark, a feral grin stretching across his angular face.
"You look lost," Wolfeite growled, taking another step forward, and then another, and another.
"You look weak," he whispered, and then lunged for her, aiming to swing a fist into her stomach.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 8:09 pm
Yeah... afraid wasn't the right word at the moment. Terrified was better. She'd never run into anyone... well, this crazy scary. And truthfully, she hadn't really run into anything negative since becoming a Senshi. Boy was she so regretting not going straight home!
"I am not!" Her voice wasn't quite so squeaky that time, but it didn't matter. She suddenly had this... this what the hell ever it was coming at her!
Fenrir made some sort of noise between a yelp and a curse, tripping over her own feet to get out of the way and somehow getting a lucky break in not getting hit. But now she was down on knees and scrambling to get back up. She didn't know how to truly fight! But she knew if she could put enough distance between them for a few seconds, she could use her attack... kuropeco she def need some fighting lessons after this....
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 2:49 pm
The adrenaline was pulsing through his veins, a repetitive, acidic sort of sensation that sent his nerves alight with an eagerness for blood, for more. Wolfeite could almost taste it, his heartbeat erratic even to his own ears as the senshi staggered back, only just narrowly avoiding his fist.
"You Order brats," Wolfeite hissed, straightening as he stalked forward, eyes glowing with malice and hunger, ears still flat back against his hair. He was radiating greed, his mouth stretched into a feral, wolfish grin that was twisted and mocking as he lunged forward again, grabbing for her arm to yank her towards himself.
"I will destroy all of you."kyrieko FEEL FREE TO HAVE HER CALL FOR SESS ANYTIME U WANT : D
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 11:32 am
Fear and adrenaline made her heart pound dangerously and her ability to think clearly fail. All she could think was this creature was probably going to kill her. His hissed words gave her enough time to get back on her feet, though her knees wobbled.
She had to think! Had to fight... had to attack! "Wolves Fury!" She shouted, arms outstretched, fingers curling as phantom-like crimson claws sprung from her fingers....
And oh s**t he was coming! Fenrir tried to move again, but this time she wasn't fast enough, feeling a vice-like grip encircle her arm.
In a blind panic, she did the only two things that really came to mind. Brought her knee up to try and hit him while simultaneously using her free hand to attack him with those phantom claws. kuropeco Sailor Scout Attack: Wolves Fury Fenrir calls out her attack, extending her hands out in front of her and bending her fingers as if she were going to grab you. Glowing, inch long, phantom crimson claws sprout from each of her fingers that she can use to attack her opponents in hand to hand combat. Being struck with her 'claws' will feel like a bad box cut (worse than a paper cut but still not too bad). This ability also gives Fenrir's agility a slight boost. The ability will last about fifteen seconds and can be used a maximum of three times in battle and can be easily avoided if you are faster than Fenrir or have a weapon to block her hands with.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 7:15 pm
A raucous, bellowing laugh escaped Wolfeite, sounding more like a growl than an actual sound of humor. It was scraped from his throat, feral and hungry and amused in a way that made the place around them hiss with tension and nerves.
" 'Wolves Fury?' " he snarled, as one of her clawed hands raked across his arm. He felt the sting of them through his uniform, a thread of pain shooting up through him. Her knee missed him, Wolfeite twisting away just in time, and his hand thrust out, fingers fisting in the front of her uniform as he yanked.
"You don't know the first thing about my fury," Wolfeite hissed, and shoved his clawed hands forward towards her stomach.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 12:05 pm
She barely registered that yes, she did in fact hit him and no, it didn't slow him down or do anything beyond piss him off more. Her gaze was stuck staring into his, all that fear she'd felt skyrocketing because she knew, there was nothing else she could do.
The feeling of his hand grasping her uniform and yanking had her trying to shove him away and make a last ditch effort to brake his hold. I have to get away, she thought desperately...
And then felt an icy white fire erupt along her stomach. Fenrir screamed and felt as if the world might collapse around her from the pain.
I... I don't... help... Help. She needed help. By some miracle that she'd never understand, she managed to do just that. kuropeco i should not be laughing so hard at Wolfeite... y u do dis to me?!! |D;; Guine Why hello ma'am, Fenrir would like to formally invite Sess to come halp her she has an owwie ;n;
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 1:26 pm
“Fenrir,” was called out as a deep growl from nearby, the aura of a knight bubbling to life with it. Yes, it was dangerous to be out as just a civilian, but it was easier to approach fights like this when his aura was hidden. At first Sessrumnir had just wanted to observe, not realizing until he was closer that the senshi had probably bitten off more than she could chew. Or, more likely, the Negaverse was preying on knights and senshi they thought wouldn’t be able to escape or defend themselves. It was a cowardly and pathetic tactic if anyone asked him. No one had.
The ghostly form of a giant wolf burst into being immediately after the name was called. It barreled forward, teeth bared and snarling, and it let out a howl of wind in the General’s direction.
But it was not a very accurate attack, Sessrumnir knew. He sprinted alongside his ethereal companion to be able to reach out and try to grab hold of the back of the senshi’s collar, the gesture rougher than he would have liked, trying to lessen the chance of her being blown away with the negaverse officer. kuropeco Sess's Fenrir's magic: Howling as though to call upon the very forces of nature, the wolf lets out a gust of wind, capable of knocking an opponent back. Think "Super Bark" or "Unrelenting Force", but not quite as powerful! Kyrieko Hello! And look, Sess has a Fenrir, too! What are the odds? 8D;
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 11:21 am
She was in too much pain to properly focus on what was happening. Was that a howl she heard? Or maybe it was just the sound of her heart stuttering. There were no words she could find to accurately describe the pain she felt. Nausea threatened to overcome her as well. Her legs felt weak.
And then something pulled at the back of her. The new sensation brought the pain back full force, but also snapped her mind back to here and now. She... wasn't dead. Yet.
Fenrir freaked, not knowing what had her from behind and trying not to black out from the pain in her stomach - she could feel warmth and something wet ohgod - and get her feet under her again. Which probably was closer to limbs flailing wildly trying to face the new attacker. Or the current one. She couldn't think straight. kuropeco u officially on her shitlist, wolfbutt Guine Fenrir Squared and Wolf Cubed! |D
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:28 pm
He felt a second of vicious, blissful satisfaction as his claws sank into the senshi's stomach; a moment of pure and sweet pleasure at the spill of hot blood he could feel beginning to slide across his hand, the coppery tang starting to fill the air with its scent -
- and then a power signature burst into life, as strong as his own, and something came streaking towards him. Wolfeite was blasted back, staggering and sliding, crashing against a tree with a howl of rage, pain ricocheting up and down his back. He could hear the fabric tearing as he wrenched himself forward again and paid no mind to it, gloved hands slick with blood, and there was another person there - an Order filth.
Wolfeite's teeth snapped together, a vicious look on his face as he lunged forward once more, claws aimed at the man's side.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 3:17 pm
While he hoped that she wouldn’t have freaked out, he was sort of prepared for it. After all, once in that fight or flight mentality, it was hard to break until completely safe. And this was not a situation where Sessrumnir would consider either of them safe until they were well on their way out of there.
And then there was the fact that he had to deal with this… not quite man, but not quite youma. Sessrumnir had dealt with youma similar to this one before, and had the scars to prove it. He had no intention of going home bloodied and needing medical attention and explaining to Caspian that he put himself in danger when he nagged at his fiancé to be cautious.
“Calm down, I'll keep you safe,” he hissed at the senshi, although he could absolutely understand her panic. He let go of the back of her collar so he could grab onto her upper arm and pulled her out of the way of the attacking half-youma. He shifted his weight, not being able to do much while keeping the senshi from freaking out even more, but as he was lunged at, he lifted his leg to try and kick the man back. If not in the face, he hoped to at least kick his shoulder. Or perhaps those claws would sink into the leather and metal of his boot instead of his side.
His free hand still grasped the fang that housed his summon, and he called her back, a wisp of smoke being sucked back into the object.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 7:07 pm
There was a lot of pain, and she truthfully was terrified to focus too much on what the liquid feeling sliding down her stomach and one of her legs as well as her hands really was. Some part of her knew, but the much more forefront section, was too busy trying to figure out if she really was going to die.
The voice hissed at her was definitely not the same as that Other Voice. She blinked hard and tried to make her gaze not so blurry. A man. That much she was able to discern from the voice. Also, he felt... good, somehow. Clean? She couldn't figure out the right way to phrase it, but he felt safe. And he wasn't hurting her. Exactly. The grip on her arm was firm...
Annnd pulling her along with her feet stumbling and she almost tripped and fell but that howl of rage was too familiar and sent terror down her spine.
Fenrir did her best to shove all the naucious, dizzy blurying feelings aside. "T-Trying..." She got out in a soft voice, feet a little more firmly planted as she moved whichever way she was dragged. But no falling on her a** occurred. Guine Sess, she promises to try really effing hard not to pass out on you 8'D
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:19 pm
The wolf inside of him was roaring, the youma overtaking his senses so that Wolfeite was hardly aware of himself anymore. He was hungry, his clawed hands bloodied and trembling with the desire for more, a snarl ripping from his throat at the loss of his prey -
The kick sent Wolfeite reeling, spitting with fury as he staggered, his ears flat back against his head. He rose up once more, teeth gritted, snapping together, and stalked forward; a hunched, vicious thing, a creature rather than a man, letting the youma instincts take over instead of fighting for control of them.
He said nothing, but Wolfeite stood there, waiting, then lunged again, this time at the injured senshi.
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