Accalia Lovisa Fenier
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Post by Accalia Lovisa Fenier on Apr 17, 2015 3:39:43 GMT
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She was free. Her cold heart almost shuddered with a slight vibration of emotion...no adrenaline as the dragon came to roost within her new lair. Her territorial instincts flaring to life as she walked about the abandoned warehouse. It was the perfect location, the perfect site with wide open spaces...a blank slate and she was going to mark it all as hers. She stood in the middle of the vastness of the large single room, ceilings reaching to the sky it seemed. Her human form looked small and insignificant in the vastness, but her spirit and presence more than filled the space. She loved that her human form was so deceptive, looked so fragile...it meant that her enemies often underestimated her and then by the time they came too, it was too late.
She smiled at the sadistic thoughts playing through her head, but knew now was not the time for dallying about. There was work to be done. She called out to the movers to enter as she walked over to the loading dock door and single handily raised the rolling door up. The human men looked at her with stunned expressions, but she waved them off. "Come on boys, I'm a judo champ." She winked and they were so smitten with her that they forgot to be amazed at her strength - it was only a fraction, but hey she didn't want to start scary rumors....yet.
The men began to carry in the gear, wrestling mats, boxing ring, punching backs, martial arts weapons from swords, to nunchucks to sabers. "Careful with those boys..those are the real deal." And they were. They had been a gift from her father back in the time of the Shang Dynasty. 1046 BC never looked so good. Her parents were ancient to say the least, preferring to stay holed up in their mountainous range in the Carpathian Mountains and life there had been good, but suffocating and she'd made her break for freedom. She paid no heed to the threat of her mentally disturbed brother...she was no longer an innocent infant awaiting his slaughter..no the babe had grown teeth and claws. Having a fire ability didn't hurt either, but what she was trained in was the art of war, judo, jiujitsu, Tai-chi...the list went on, from fist boxing to stick fighting and swords. She loved the art of fighting, the art of war.
Humans tended to have a tendency for self-destruction, so why not aid them in their quest while doing the tings she loved? Yes, this was her dream. A daytime training fight facility and at night...well...that was something a little on the darker side. It probably wouldn't be something her brother dearest Ragnar would approve, but what did she care? She wasn't doing anything anymore for the approval of others, she was doing this for herself. It took hours and she groaned at the slower pace of the human workers, she lifted when they weren't looking setting things up into sections, but leaving the middle of the room empty except for the fight mat - this would be her focal point, her masterpiece. This would be where the magic would happen. She stood on the mat watching the final touches being put into place as the men used the lift to hang chains from the ceiling as punching bags dangled in one corner where the ceiling was lower. The martial arts equipment was in one corner, the boxing ring in another, everything segregated by type and she purred pleased as the last punching bag went in with a clink. She'd done most of the prep work herself earlier this week, a team had already come in and put a dazzling glaze over the cement finish. The room was urban, but touched with greatness. She left the rustic distress, knowing that there was no point in overhauling completely...not for what she had in mind here.
"Mine." She rumbled in a possessive grumble that came deep from her chest. She was impatient, her body aching to put this mat to good use. "Alight. Everyone Out." She yelled in a commanding dismissal. Tomorrow would be the recruiting day and then this weekend...well the magic of course would happen. Her smile was that of a satisfied predator as the humans left and she walked over to the martial arts cabinet withdrawing Tomoyuki Yamashita's samurai sword. It's worth was priceless, but also her favorite. She twirled the weapon casually within her hand as she strode over to the mat and began to go through her pace. Her body moved with serpentine grace, the sword swishing through the air like another extension of her body. A light sheen broke on her skin as she practiced the control and balance and for once in the silence she had found peace. There was no looming parents or overprotective brother or a murderous one lurking in the shadows...no for once it was just her and her satisfaction to keep her company. She parried and twirled and sent the final thrust of the sword and roared in dragon fashion her satisfaction. Her roar a claim to those supernaturals...the fables that there was a new master in town and she was more than pleased with her new territory.
Yes this place held prospect.
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Andrew Gap Pierce
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Apr 18, 2015 16:07:24 GMT
 Oblivion was unavoidable, it was impending whether we liked it or not. When we died, we would reach oblivion. Our lives would go nowhere because well quite frankly we wouldn't have one. Pain was an emotion that happened to everyone. It couldn't be escaped, it wasn't a person we could outrun, nor was it an object that could stay in one place. The scary thing was that pain wasn't an object and yet we could feel it. We could feel it psychically as if it were an animate object, we could feel it mentally as it wore down on our brain, making pounding in our head sound off like the beating drums of war and ringing in our ears go off like sirens blaring to the sky. The pursuit of happiness was one thing. A pursuit. We couldn't catch it, and even if we did we couldn't keep it for long. It was spurts where it was just in our grasps to only slip through the cracks just like our lives were. Whether our pursuits would even matter in the end or not, we cared for it. Why? Why try to catch something we could never have when we knew we would only get hurt. We would only be wounded to the point to where the pursuit came to a stop and really it was just laying on the ground, heart open and broken as we watched with dull eyes as that same happiness that we wanted was running away farther and farther until we couldn't reach it any longer.
Of course, humans found a way. To do what exactly? To make artificial happiness. And there always was a price. Whether that be on your money or on your time or on your sanity, everything had a price. Some saw no point in it, too broken to even try and find it in themselves to have the same chase they lost time and time ago. Others were so desperate to finally win the chase like it was a prize. But happiness was no prize. It was no game. Neither was pain. All emotions were the same. Some even more so than others. Emotions could come to us in tumbling rocks of wound and agony or others could get away from us in a pursuit once more. Why do we want emotions so badly when we know it'll never stay? Happiness was a temporary state, as was content. But pain wasn't. The agony stays with us for years upon years, just as when you crumble a paper and you try everything to fix it, the scars were still there. They were unreadable, undefined, but they were real. Just as real as the dirt we stand on and the skin covering the muscles and bones in our body. Humans knew of pain to a medical point. Unfortunately some knew it emotionally and psychically too well. Humans made an artificial happiness that came from somebody or something, but some of the people here on Earth weren't human. In fact they couldn't be farther from it.
There were beasts on this world. Ones that could bring danger, sadness, depression, and pain.... Funny how pain, the inanimate object, could be caused by a living being. Like they wielded the power to control a feeling and bring it onto another like a crashing wave that brings forth tides of trauma. Monsters knew what they could do. We couldn't see them. Some of them were invisible, unreachable, untouchable. Others were real, they could psychically injure us and make us writhe as blood dripped from our skin. They were the ones who couldn't find happiness. They were too far from humanity and sanity to even try the artificial way humans had made it all out to be. Intentional or not, they had taken a path that lead to where they were now. In the darkness. In pain. Without a mind to help lead them back to the right path where they should of started. Some of them... were in dire need of rescue but unfortunately couldn't find a savor to help.
Andrew. Not the first nor last beast to walk the Earth in all his sinful glory. He wasn't the worst monster out there, but he was just the beginning of what could be an ultimate nightmare should the wrong person find him. Perhaps they already did or maybe he's got a strong defense for other beasts. And just like any other animal, he had needs that demanded to be satisfied. Not hunting creatures for the blood of course, but a simple run. Being able to be free as he dashed through the city, briefly illuminated by the street lights without a care was exhilarating. So with that being said, the man crept out of bed and left a note for his beloved. "I'll be back later! Don't eat all the chocolate <3" and with that he slunk into the dead of the night. Changing into his Chimera form, although painful, was becoming quite easy. His bones were adjusting to the rapid shift, but there were a few cracks as his wings sprung out from his back.
Claws hit the cold concrete ground with a thud, jaw clenching briefly. Tucking his wings against his back, he slipped into an alleyway, always finding the maze behind them like a childish adventure. Quickly picking up a run, he dashed through trash cans and wires hung up high that dangled clothes. He weaved his way through brick walls as pupils slitted into a reptilian-like feature. Of course, behind every shadow was bound to be somebody. He skidded to a stop, peering down at a figure with fur as white as snow. It was a cat with a collar dangling around its neck. The feline released a sharp hiss, arching out its back and fluffing out the fur along its spine. However all was fun until a roar sounded off. His head jerked up as the cat ran off in fear and surprise. Pupils darted around, and although foolishly, began to investigate. Andrew crept forward and where the beast-like roar had came from. And after 20 minutes of searching, there it was.
An abandoned and old warehouse. Now with new curiosity and interest piqued, he prowled inside, preferring to stay into whatever shadow he could find. It wasn't long until a door had appeared, with light streaming out from underneath the door. Without a fear or doubt that there'd be something that would catch his eye, he pushed the door open to find a feminine figure, wielding a weapon. She appeared to be training, or at least that's what he could acquire. Tilting his head to the side curiously, he watched her. "What are you doing?" He asked, though he kept his muscles tense underneath his pelt if she were hostile.
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Tyler Kolt Petrov
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Post by Tyler Kolt Petrov on Apr 19, 2015 4:01:20 GMT
[presto] 973 WORDS NOTES og have fun with psycho | | tyler petrov | | The sun had well slipped below the horizon and drug the night along with it; even immature children knew what that meant. From campfire legends to horror movies they all held the same purpose in mind, to warn. Though the warnings grew old with time, forgotten about, and in the same regard the dangers were as well. The darkness was not only a time of rest and relaxation but a silent signal to all those disturbed and dangerous, a cold welcome into a time designed particularly for those who preferred to…embrace their inner nature. Tyler was no different.
The darkness coated this particular side of the street and alley like some sort of plague. Strange, considering the street lamps that littered the parking lot and the vibrant streams of light that escaped through the night clubs few windows. It was as if the shadows found sanctuary within the building and the surfaces around it, not to be alleviated even in the brightest of sunlight. Though it would appear nobody noticed this difference, nobody except for him. He knew what they meant and who they were meant for. It was all a part of the game.
He blamed the death on the woman; the idiotic little blond who not only disrupted the club’s ambience with her half drunken rage, but found it a good idea to slink into an alley in the dead of night with a strange man. One of whom harbored a particular and hidden fondness for blood, no less. She was so naïve in fact he almost had second thoughts, did she really deserve what she had coming to her? Of course not, but that was of no concern to him. It would happen.
The shadows shielded them from prying eyes and aided his movements as he pinned the woman against the damp brick wall. His lips drew close to her neck as he breathed in the warmth of her scent and the alcohol on her breath, causing his nose to wrinkle with distaste. Even now looking into the last face that she’d ever a crooked grin splayed across her features and he scowled, they had yet to meet on the same page, in a manner of speaking. Two completely opposing concepts lingered on either of their minds but soon they would come to the same conclusion. The woman’s pulse danced beneath her skin and he could scent the iron in the blood her veins ran with and he smiled to himself, a certain hunger coming to his eye. With the thought he leaned back and wound a hand around her jugular, applying pressure which increased steadily to an unhuman force. Talons erupted from his fingertips and dug into the tender flesh, all the while watching the ‘click’ in her brain – she was not going to live past that night.
His eyes remained cold as he watched the woman’s life flit about in her eyes, having no more concern for the matter than if he were folding a piece of paper. Just as the light began to dull a faint noise echoed his ear, a rumble, a claim. He paused, shifting to eye the direction in which it came for several moments as his irises quickly flicked to that of the reptile he truly was. The attention spared for this pathetic excuse for a human was only a fraction of his true strength and the promise of showing himself off to his full extent had him curious. He glanced back at the average looking woman before swiping her aside, allowing the base of her skull to collide with the corner of a trash can and watching her lifeless body slump to the ground. He had no time for her any longer. A light shifted now, the back door to the club pushing open and silhouetting a form that was all too familiar. ”I’ll be back.” He reassured his sister, and upon watching her disappear back into the club, he took off into the night.
It wasn’t long before he found the source of the noise and he landed easily from his flight, scaly wings folding and shifting to return to his human body. He glanced around with slight interest before lightly fixing the collar to his shirt and proceeding onwards. There was little hesitation in entering but the sight inside that met his eye had a cruel smirk rise along his features. He recognized the beast before him all too well, in fact he’d given the little shit a few marks of his own, and it was all that more amusing to realize where they’d ended up. It was almost ironic. ”Well if it isn’t my good friend.”
The man paused in the doorway with his jeer, dark eyes searching the area with light interest before ultimately settling on the woman in the center of the mat. It was fair to say he was distracted, eyes roaming her form freely with a bit of surprise as well. Surely it wasn’t such a delicate being that had called them? ”You rang?” The sword she swung about with skill might have said otherwise, but she could certainly wait for the moment. This… place that he’d stumbled upon needed to be investigated, and a creature needed to be disposed of. But that did not mean an ultimate goal didn’t come to mind. No, similarly to what she’d just put out to the world he’d made a claim of his own in the few seconds of his presence there.
He strolled inwards several paces. ”You’ll have to excuse me, babe, it seems as if you’ve caught one of my meals for me.” He turned an almost playful grin on Andrew though his gaze filled with the ultimate loathing, nobody was able to cross them and walk away from it. ”Funny how life works, isn’t it?”
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Accalia Lovisa Fenier
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Post by Accalia Lovisa Fenier on Apr 22, 2015 5:05:02 GMT
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Her natural instinct at the intrusion was to throw her blade right into the Chimera's heart. She steadied her head and cocked her head in interest at the reptilian-feline-esque creature. She almost wanted to sneer at the mashed up creature. Chimera's had always puzzled her. They had feline builds, dragon scales and sometimes wings, but then snake or even goat additions to their already mixed up appearance. To her, it was as if the creator couldn't make up his mind when forming their kind, but she knew one thing of their kind...they were naturally more aggressive than most fables and that had her smiling. It was if a gift had just been dropped right into her laps. The gods were already favoring her it seemed in this new city. "What are you doing?" Those were the words that escaped his mouth and she wanted to scoff and smack the idiot across the head. She'd just roared a territorial challenge and this brute was more concerned about what she was doing with her sword. The Fool. Her initial gut assessment of the Chimera was that he was not the "norm" like others of his kind who tended to rip to shreds first and ask questions later. Her lips pouted in a moue. The gods may have dropped her first prize into her lap, but there was definitely work to be done here..training, breaking, conditioning. Well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. This unfortunate create had just waltzed right into the dragon's den and though his body was poised for fight or flight, his hesitation and more "human" like behavior had her thinking she could easily bring this new pet to heel. He wasn't even going to know what hit him.
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She dropped her sword arm, sword casually twirling through the air as she sauntered closer in her human form. It was a less aggressive form. She smirked at the thought of what her true form would inspire within this creature. Would it be fear? Awe? Respect? Never the less, that true form wasn't what would enable her to get close to this creature. No,she needed to put his flight or fight instincts to rest. "Practicing. Preparing..." Oh and she was inching closer her bare feet not making a sound as she padded smoothly and effortlessly, and then enter grade A mucho-testoerone stupefied asshole. Her eyes snapped to him, scenting him for what he truly was. He was like her and he was on her terrain, her turf as he walked in ever so casually as if he owned this place. She held his gaze, she would not be the one to look away in this subtle battle of dominance. No. He was a male dragon on her turf and she would deal harshly with this male. Her human form was slight and deceptive, but her dragon form was a true formidable presence and she let a portion of it leak into the room. She was the ruling power here and she would make it known. They had heard her challenge and she'd handle them accordingly. Two gifts in one night? L.A. loved her. The dragon addressed the chimera and she watched for a moment gleaning what she could. ”Well if it isn’t my good friend.” The sarcasm of his words was not lost on her. There was battle-lust in the air and it got her all hot and riled. She could use this all to her advantage, to her end-game.
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His arrogance was astounding as he so flippantly addressed her, ”You’ll have to excuse me, babe, it seems as if you’ve caught one of my meals for me.” She felt his gaze rove over her and her predatory and dominate nature wasn't cuddling up to play nice with this monster, but she forced herself to smile a lethal grin at him and watched as he moved towards the chimera. "Funny how life works doesn't it?" he said as he moved towards the creature she wanted...no needed. She needed to spin this to her favor and let this arrogant bastard do the dirty work for her if he was so hell bent on getting physical. "Life is amusing, to say the least." She took her sword and played with it casually in the air, totally comfortable with the weapon and at ease in her own domain. She had the home turf advantage here. "Looks like there might be some bad blood here..." she mused as she stalked in between the two males. She needed this chimera alive and she needed to get this dragon the hell up out of her business or under her thumb. "The best way to clean the air is to purge it and I'd love to play referee...on one condition. Not to the death and I get to keep the loser." She licked her lips in anticipation, either one would be quite the prize and she'd get thrill out of breaking them down, training them, molding them...turning them into true monsters for her own pleasure..and then the public's. Who wouldn't pay to see a fabled creature in the fight pit, murdering and slaying...she had it on centuries of wisdom from her parents that few things changed and one of those was the love of the blood-lust. "It's fairly simple...a win-win for everyone you see....for whoever loses surely they can take on little 'ole me..." She smirked and looked as innocent as sin. "What say you men, care to take center stage?" She stepped back and gestured to the fight mat as she bowed slightly back sword in hand. This would prove to be more than entertaining for her and she was going to come out on top no matter what...so what did she care?
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Andrew Gap Pierce
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Apr 24, 2015 0:46:56 GMT
Curiosity was such a dangerous thing. Such a beautiful yet venomous emotion. As if trying new things would ever get you anywhere. Curiosity has done nothing for him. It never did nor would it ever. His curiosity was the selfish desire to know, like knowing whatever tugs at his mind will be his savior. Curiosity was just as bad as lust... which neither helped him in any case. Emotions were such a dastardly thing wasn't it? The only thing he valued was love and the need to protect, it what gave him motivation when he woke up in the morning. When he opened his eyes at the crack of dawn to feel her small and tiny frame curled into his arm, cuddled against his chest. It's what he lived for, and what he would die for.
Madelynn was the only comfort he knew, the only love he could remember. She was his everything, his life, his death, she was his mind and his heart all at the same time. She was the only thing that kept him going. The only thing that could make him wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night. She was so imperfectly perfect. So caring, so fragile, so strong, and yet so broken. She was the only one he cared for anymore. Of course, there were rare occasions when he did care for Emmett.. but those were pushed down. What they had done was unacceptable, unforgivable. Emmett wouldn't understand the pain he endured through every day, as if walking through the streets was like a living hell. Emmett had a perfect life... well, sort of. He had a girlfriend, children, a house, pets, and more importantly a steady mind in his head. Meanwhile he didn't. His life could look so perfect but it wasn't. It couldn't be any farther from it. He only loved one thing, not even himself. He put his faith and his soul into another so he wouldn't nearly feel as much pain and agony as he should. Guess selfish desires got the best of everyone.
If anybody liked him for him, it's because he had either done something for them or his looks actually pulled off the whole disguise quite well. People only judged things by the cover... by what their brains can process (if they had one). They knew nothing of what he had to go through. Of what he had to feel. The rage, the fear, depression, the wounds he had to bore because he couldn't have any other life than his. There was a lesson that life liked to teach him. It reminded him everyday, whether it be the passing hour to the passing minute, he knew it well by now. Almost like the back of his hand. Everybody made mistakes. Unfortunately, being him was his. Nobody wanted to be him, nobody wanted his life, because they wouldn't be able to handle what he felt, what he knew, what he didn't know. Nobody could ever begin to comprehend what he thought of himself. What he knew he could do. Nor the dangers he didn't know that lurked in every corner, waiting to strike everybody around him just to watch him writhe on the ground in his own pool of oblivion and emptiness as he died inside. But, seemed there was hope for them. He wasn't dead inside just yet, but he might be soon.
Why bother breathing if nobody was around to hear the pain of knowing your lungs are working?
His mix-matched eyes watched as the feminine figure began to walk slowly towards him. His scorpion tail curled and coiled mid-air, cocking his head to the side. "Practicing. Preparing..." That same wretched curiosity pulled at his brain, making him only want to further know what he would soon. "For what?" He echoed, lean skull slowly straightening itself out as a familiar scent reached his nares. Nostrils began to flare, eyes narrowing slightly. "Well if it isn't my good friend." Jumping up, he whipped around to face the shifter with bared ivories, the fur along his spine spiking up. His tail pointed at him threateningly, the dark color along the armored tail shining in the dim light. "Piss off." He growled, the noise rumbling deeply in his throat. Great, I literally just got off the bitch train and now i'm going to the fuck-ass express, party of one. The chimera cursed inside his head, regretting ever meeting Dallas in the first place, let alone attacking her. But then again at the same time he didn't regret anything. He was going to die anyways, right? And his life wasn't going to get any better and in fact he was just going to feel like shit, so might as well do what he could to protect his beloved. "You'll have to excuse me, babe, it seems as if you've caught one of my meals for me." A hiss once more snapped from his jaws, lip twitching upwards in a disgusted manner. "Like hell." He spat before slinking away towards the edge of the room, wanting nothing then to be-rid of his disgusting presence. He mirrored the burning hatred like that to Tyler's own eyes. "Funny how life works, isn't it?" A snort blew out of his nose in a large puff of air, digging his claws into the hard and solid ground. "Life is amusing, to say the least."
His slitted pupils were turned to the woman standing in the middle of the room as he held the metallic weapon within her hand. "Looks like there might be some bad blood here..." He glanced away, heart pounding against his chest as adrenaline began to course through his veins. He could feel the tension crackling in the air, on the brink of striking the flames of battle. "Sounds more like an understatement." He mumbled beneath his breath as his jowls closed over his fangs. "The best way to clean the air is to purge it and I'd love to play referee... on one condition. Not to the death and I get to keep the loser." A scoff escaped him, only now beginning to wonder what this girl's intentions were. His eyes watched as her tongue flicked across her lips. He was trying to keep the amount of blood shed by him to a minimum and quite honestly, he hasn't fought in a little while. And although his logic was telling him not to oblige, somehow primal instincts got the best of him. It felt like more than 75% of his brain was hard-wired to know that it was kill or be killed. He could fly right out, could flee, but he would be caught. He had to fight his way out, had to use his brawn rather than brain. "It's fairly simple... a win-win for everyone you see.... for whoever loses surely they can take on little 'ole me... What say you men, care to take center stage?" His gaze slowly switched to Tyler as his claws churned against the ground. Slowly he moved forward, muscles rippling beneath his pelt and scales as he prowled forward onto the mat. The tissue beneath his skin was strained, tense and ready to defend himself. "Let's try this again, eh, fuck-ass?" He purred to the other male.
I'M BLEEDING OUT FOR YOU so i bare my skin and i count my sins ANd i close my eyes and i take it in
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Tyler Kolt Petrov
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Post by Tyler Kolt Petrov on Apr 27, 2015 0:29:59 GMT
[presto]1130 WORDS NOTES omg he is such an ass somebody slap him | | tyler petrov | | The female dragon could be dealt with later although he was not so naïve as to throw her from his mind completely. The power she wielded was hard to ignore, especially given the circumstances behind their meeting. That in itself was tempting but he had other plans, ones that unfortunately would not include the stunning woman in front of him. His need for revenge would far outweigh his other more primal desires and he’d resided himself to that fact the moment he spotted that chimera’s form; therefore any attention he spared the woman was few and far between. She may have claimed the territory they stood on but he’d stumbled upon potential at its finest. In disregarding her he also ignored her claim to the land and he was more than confident in the ability to ward off whatever she had to throw at him. Which, at this point might be the weapon she toyed with so casually.
His eyes remained on the sword without concern before they returned to the chimera that sat a length away, so tantalizingly close he could nearly feel its adrenaline surge. Similarly he paid little mind to the monsters aggression, only an eyebrow raising in response. Upon hearing the womans voice for the first time he found his attention waver briefly, a rumble of a chuckle resonating throughout a muscled chest. ”Mmm that’s one way to put it.” He agreed, the beginnings of a scowl twitching at his lip as the memories replayed themselves through his mind. That beast had crossed a line and he had yet to be punished for it to the extent he wished. But perhaps this would be the proper time. Tyler’s own adrenaline found its way throughout his body and he flexed his fingers, the only indication of a quickly rising desire to rip this mans’ throat out.
But as for tension? There was no tension here, nor would there ever be when referring to a fight. With a counterpart such as his there was little to be intimidated by, if not anything. The crooked grin that split his features gave way to a morbid enthusiasm. No greater pleasure crossed his mind than the idea of sinking his fangs into the creature’s neck and allowing the frothy blood from his broken trachea pool onto his tongue...He wanted to watch Andrew squirm as the light died in his eye and with it the threat against his precious sibling. The metallic scent of the liquid, dancing safely away within the pairs’ veins, filled his nostrils and he exhaled casually. Yes, he was enjoying this situation all too much. Although that amusement was quickly fading upon hearing the terms of their scuffle.
Condition? Who said anything about conditions? His brow furrowed as he shifted to watch the woman intently. What was her end game? And why would he agree to anything she had to say? He’d waltzed into her territory and he could just as easily walk out – with his prey of course – and not give a second glance. And if she so chose to stop him, well, he wouldn’t mind getting a bit of her blood on his hands as well. He wanted to drain this mans’ life force and put his sisters trouble to rest. But he could only imagine what she had planned. Somehow her sentence radiated something other than a pleasant experience, perhaps one that was worse than death? The idea piqued his interest. Although he was inquisitive as to what she had in store, he also knew he had better things to do with his life, drinks to serve, people to kill. Her rivaled confidence towards the matter made him hesitate, if only for half a second. He was arrogant but not stupid. He wanted to consider his options.. but she was only a woman, after all. Perhaps it was his arrogance in the matter that would ultimately be his downfall. ”So long as you stay in your lane, bitch, I don’t see why not.” He flashed his teeth at her in an attempt at a smile although the aggression that lingered behind the expression was hard to miss. But one thing was for certain and it was that he didn’t lose. ”I don’t appreciate being told what to do. But if you feel the need to play with the shriveling scraps I’m going to leave then who am I to deny you?”
The thrill of a good fight filled his veins with a cool excitement, one that only doubled with Andrew’s consent. So he was agreeing to his own death? How comical. The woman’s terms to the fight were equally as such but he had no intentions of leaving so much as a drop of blood. He’d never exactly been good at following the rules. The amusement in his eye faded quickly to a steely expression as the dragon within him writhed to come out. His arms crossed themselves over his chest as if to contain the urge for the time being. This would little more than a piece of cake if he played his cards correctly – and the woman didn’t intervene.
Tyler grew oddly silent with anticipation as he watched the creature stride towards the mat, eyes trained on the muscles that shifted beneath its skin. He needed, or wanted to predict his prey’s every movement, as this was little more than a game. And then he spotted his opportunity. As Andrew strode away to approach the mat a toothy grin stretched across his face. Tyler didn’t need a mat to get this show on the road and in showing his back, if even for a second, the chimera had made himself vulnerable. With so little as a gust of wind the man took a stride forwards and allowed his inner reptile out to play, a colossal beast with scales none other than the shade of night. A ragged snarl rippled across his slender jaw before it parted to release a string of flames in Andrews direction. Hopefully the damn place was fireproof. ”Aren’t you clever.” The fable sneered to the other within the confines of his mind.
Black eyes narrowed as he nimbly lifted off of the ground and allowed his wings to take over. He hovered above the surface of the earth – even then blatantly defying her suggestion to keep it on the mat. In a single beat he dove in order to rake his razor sharp talons across his opponent’s spine. If either of them believed he was going to play fair they had another thing coming, and that was starting to become very clear. He had the ability, so why not flaunt it?
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Post by Accalia Lovisa Fenier on May 26, 2015 2:55:42 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","classicheader"] [attr="class","classictitle"]Accalia Fenier [attr="class","classictitle2"]Are You Ready For the Perfect Storm? [attr="class","classicbox2"] [attr="class","classictrait"]Word Count: 677 [break][break] [attr="class","classictrait"]Notes: FIGHT [attr="class","classicbox"]
The shedding of blood was imminent and that alone had her predatory side all kinds of excited. The dominant predator within her wanted to rip out this dragon's throat. He dared to insult her, in her own domain, but she was patient. Let him think her a foolish female. Let him think her weak. She'd let him do the heavy lifting and then she'd kick his ass into the next century. He wouldn't know what hit him. Her eyes gleamed with challenge as she watched him transform into his true form. He was black and sleek, his head would only be slightly taller than hers in her own true form, but she didn't feel intimidated in the least as she watched him take flight into the air, hovering over his prey. Her azure eyes flashed over to the chimera. She saw the flames leap from his mouth seeking to score its mark, while he acted the part of coward. She saw his attack coming, predictable. Everything about this arrogant ass was predictable. He revealed his true form and his elemental power. He had laid out all his cards before her and she had the advantage now. He knew nothing about her and yet for all of his bravado, he was a simpleton. She would wager that this dumb ass thought more with his second head than the one on top of his shoulders. He scored a mark on the Chimera's back, jagged claws ripping wings and she sighed. Well, this was a fight that would be over before it had even begun at this rate. She wasn't one to normally interfere, but she would make a special exception in this brute's case. He had after all, disrespected her and she didn't want the Chimera dead.
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She moved with a flash of speed that was purely unnatural, leaping into the air as she gained momentum and velocity, sword arching as she parried her blade across the fibrous, leathery material that was the dragons wings. She almost purred with satisfaction as she heard the ripping of the membranous fibers and landed on her feet in her human form with a grace and ease unparalleled. She quickly spun on the ready to retaliate should the need arise, but if the chimera was no fool, he'd see the opportunity she'd given him to strike as the dragon lost his ability to fly and tumbled down to the earth. She smirked. "Stay in your lane bitch. We need an equal playing field here." She hissed with a smile and quickly retreated off the mat. "Now then gentlemen. Keep it on the floor and follow the rules or we can just skip to the end where you have to deal with me." She had leveled the field and given the chimera a chance to strike, she wondered if he'd be astute enough to see it, for clearly this dragon foe only had death on the mind and right now she was clearly his lesser of two evils.
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She circled around, watching the fight. Blood had been drawn on both sides and now she would have the pleasure of watching a fair fight. She studied the frames and motions of each. They would both be fine additions to her collection. People would come for miles to see the fables battle or for other fables pay to fight them themselves. It was diabolical, it was brilliant and she had a feeling these two would be star attractions. Who cared if they had connections, family or relations...they could pay to see them, hell, she might even let them fight to take their place, but if one went out, one had to come in...or maybe two. It was perfect. Their disappearances would lure their relations in, seeking them in desperation into her waiting claws. She almost sighed at the perfection of it all. Now she just had to let these two duke it out and then conquer the remainder and she'd be off to a flying start.
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