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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2024 12:39 am
More work to be done. Always and forever, there was more work to be done.
Prospect Park loomed around Cryptomelane as he skulked through it. Although he initially followed the path, he veered from it soon enough. Not enough people were out at this time of night. No reason to stick to the path when there were hardly any victims on the path from whom to drain energy.
Infuriating.
Of course, it made sense enough. People in this town had to know exactly how dangerous it could be, especially after dark. Even growing up a little bit outside of the city proper, young Preston had heard plenty of stories about the gang violence, the unexplained deaths and similar disappearances, the rushes of crimes that made no logical sense, the vigilantism. He didn’t recall them always being a staple of the news, when Brother Horace deigned to share it with his flock. But the stories like that must have started when Preston was about twelve? They hadn’t stopped since.
Mostly, as he had recently learned, because the stories had nothing to do with crime and everything to do with the magical conflict in this town.
Sighing, Cryptomelane approached a fountain and some benches. His aura senses said that someone on his own level lurked nearby, and soon enough, he found them: a Page, sprawled out on one of the benches. Clearly, they showed signs of energy drainage. The pastel rainbow gradient on their skirt and the array of golden, five-pointed stars marked them out as a Page of the Cosmos.
Cryptomelane let a thoughtful sound escape his throat. Perhaps the idea he had was gratuitous……but whomever had drained this Page had left barely any energy for anyone else to take. Fair enough for them, but Cryptomelane had quotas to meet as well. Without a second thought, he plunged a hand into the Cosmos Page’s chest.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2024 1:18 am
Fang knew the Chaos on his planet was getting worse. He supposed that without him as a constant presence, it had time to fester and grow more, like black mold, permeating everything. Including himself. The more he'd started to figure out about his planet, the ways in which it and he were ******** up by Chaos, the more he'd started to understand that the rage boiling under his skin... wasn't normal. He'd started to feel like less of a person lately, more like a vessel for something deeper. Stronger, Darker. And he didn't want that. Soon... He would purge that Chaos. He just knew it. But in the meantime, it was getting very difficult to stay on task. His brain scattered more than usual. Lost the words. So the moment he came upon an Agent sticking their hand in a Page's chest, he exploded. He let out a ferocious roar-bark, not casting his magic, just announcing his presence and the intent to fight what was on his territory. He flew at the Agent, charging him with all his speed and might, and collided bodily with him.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2024 3:44 pm
Distantly, Cryptomelane recognized that a White Moon aura had cropped up somewhere that his aura senses could detect. But he didn’t worry about it. Yes, they felt considerably more powerful than Cryptomelane himself—but therein lay the reason why he didn’t need to worry. Most of those idiots among the White Moon’s ranks had some insipid, insufferable need to claim a moral victory that may or may not have truly existed. One of their Eternal senshi or fully fledged Knights surely wouldn’t bother with a Lieutenant. Their mistake perhaps—or under other circumstances, it might have been—but they could hardly present themselves as the morally superior faction if they went around, picking on less powerful soldiers.
Curling a hand around around the Page’s starseed, Cryptomelane didn’t waste time on pulling it out. He let the Page’s body flop to the ground, a marionette without its strings. Even if the White Moon idiot skulking around didn’t come for him, he ought to be quick about escaping. Wouldn’t do to get caught and lose out on this easy victory.
………And then the White Moon aura slammed into him. With extreme prejudice, one might have said.
Caught off guard—and, he soon realized, seriously outclassed by this senshi in physical size as well as magical power—Cryptomelane crashed down into something……not quite firm, but not quite soft. Biting back on any grunts of pain—he would not, could not, *WOULD* not give this rabid piece of work the satisfaction of knowing how much this hurt—Cryptomelane squinted up at his attacker. Some kind of enormous dog-man.… One of the alien senshi who believed he had free run of the place, then.
Keeping one hand clenched around the starseed, Cryptomelane swiped the other one at the alien senshi’s face. His eye, his cheek, his nose—Cryptomelane didn’t care where he hit as long as the area was delicate.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 5:47 pm
The fist collided with his face and he snarled in pain—he'd surely have a black eye tomorrow, then. But that didn't matter, not when he still saw red. Wrestling with the man, he pulled the hand holding the starseed towards him and bit down hard on it. "Let. It. Go," he growled low in his throat, as threateningly as he could manage with a mouthful of hand, glaring at the rotten, murdering agent from under his eyelashes. His eyes burned with hatred.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 6:02 pm
Even being bitten, Cryptomelane refused to let slip how much the blows from the feral wolf-boy senshi hurt. Little noises came out sounding strangled as Cryptomelane choked them back. Giving the wolfman that edge against him—letting him know that he was having an effect and causing Cryptomelane pain—would have been tantamount to surrender. And even against a much more powerful opponent, Cryptomelane had no intention of surrendering.
And, then—“Let. It. Go.”
Cryptomelane didn’t know where the inspiration came from. But the senshi had pulled his hand into the perfect position. A spark flared up behind his eyes, and he allowed himself to grin. “If you insist,” he said, letting go of the starseed with a flourish, then craning his neck up so he caught it in his mouth.
Crunching down on the starseed, he felt the rush of power surge up within him immediately. And moved by it, feeling that strength, Cryptomelane thwacked his thigh up between the feral wolf-man senshi’s legs as hard as he could manage.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 6:13 pm
Fang dropped the hand in horror at what he'd done, what he'd just facilitated—no, nonononono, it wasn't meant to happen this way, the Page—the Page should have have lived, should have— Pain exploded in his groin and he let out a haunting roaring howl of pain, crumpling and crying. Though the crying wasn't from the pain. The physical pain, that is. He'd become a failure. He'd failed. Someone had died on his watch—arguably his own fault. His tail curled between his legs as he lay there, suddenly overwhelmed by everything.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2024 6:18 pm
Maybe what Cryptomelane managed to pull off wasn’t particularly artful, but it was good enough. With the extra strength from the starseed, and the feral wolf-senshi very distracted by a sobbing breakdown, Cryptomelane managed to shove him off and wriggle free. He didn’t stop to check on the senshi, just took off running to somewhere else. Anywhere he wasn’t getting attacked by feral beasts like this.
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