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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 20:40:36 GMT -5
The feathery pink snake-creature distracted him the tiniest bit, its bright color catching his eye when he finally dared to open them. Being hugged in feathery arms felt familiar and comfortable, even if this person wasn't. And his pink thing was pretty, and he was being shielded from Cimron... so... that was better, at least. His hold on the sparrow was vice-like in its intensity. "Mama's in the other room with Garthen," he whispered, quiet so that the lion wouldn't overhear. "He's not letting her out, but she told me to run. Can you save her?"
Not having the advantage of a bipedal form, once he was committed to an attack, it was much harder for the lion to shift and compensate mid-lunge. The punch landed squarely between the eyes, just passing over the fanged maw that would have done some serious damage, and probably hurt Pravus's hand as much as it hurt the lion's skull. The blade missed a leg as the lion reeled, instead catching his shoulder and digging in.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 20:41:29 GMT -5
Jenn, Kari and Spiderfly all receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 21:12:45 GMT -5
Pravus was lucky to barely miss that attack and land his punch. He hadn't realized how truly fast the injured Lion could still be. He grinned as his sword caught something, even if it wasn't where he had initially intended it to hit. Any injury he could manage to get in would help.
"PAIN" he thought as the Lion continued past him. He would not let him escape again. His features bunched up and he winced as his burns throbbed again from twisting for the punch. He screamed as he moved again to try and bring the sword down this time for a proper blow.
It was obvious they'd be getting no information from the Lion. . .so. What was the point of keeping him alive? He put both hands upon the hilt and swung.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 21:35:01 GMT -5
Theofilus was heart broken. The proper word would probably be heart shattered. He hugged the boy a bit, holding back his true devastated emotions. Thank god he could put on a show for the little boy. Every moment that passed by he felt something breaking inside. "I'll do my best to save her, okay?"
It hurt. It was like a thousand knives stabbing him in the heart. His mother simply had to be the target. The sparrow turned the the door, keeping the boy's head close this his body. He honestly didn't want the boy to see the mangled lion.
Theofilus watched as Pravus' sword came down. He would wait for the feline before they entered the building. He may be injured, but if anyone was going to capture that bitch it would not be Theofilus. He had enough of this shit. The sparrow sighed weakly at the fight in front of him. None of it seemed worth the trouble anymore.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 21:44:55 GMT -5
The pain honestly wasn't enough to disorient the lion, his rank being not nearly so far as the guard's from Pravus's own, but it was enough to give him pause and make his reaction time just that much slower than his paw already was. With no ability to ignore pain, he was feeling it badly. That hesitation, that slowness, was enough to give Pravus time to shove the sword down on his neck and sever some very important bits, even if he was screaming from the pain. The lion went down, writhing and thrashing and roaring loud enough that there couldn't be one person in the area not aware of something happening.
A small nod could be felt against Theo's chest as the young bird quite happily tucked himself into a clinging ball of feathers, the slithey tove and Theo's arms around him. It felt so much safer than running with nowhere to go but 'away'. Maybe he'd be able to save them after all. "Okay," he whispered in agreement. "She wasn't hurt yet, so maybe she'll be easier to save? It's just Garthen. Unless Morton's coming too. Or Yamid." He shuddered as he said the last name, and the roaring made him start crying louder.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 22:00:28 GMT -5
He had not paid attention to rank when using his ability, but thankfully, it had been enough. Enough to throw him off just a split second, and he used it. Pushing past his own injuries, he used it to mortally wound his attacker. One more, was all it would take, he figured. And he brought the sword back up and then down once more.
Pravus realized how it must look. Less skill than good ol' hack and slash. But what needed to be done needed to be done. And he was obviously the one to do it. The next room, he had heard distantly during the deadly dance he was engaged in. So it was not out, but in, they had to go.
He pushed past the body of the Lion and headed towards the back and waved the bird in. "Come on" he hissed out in a lower voice. Whoever and whatever they were to face had already heard what was coming he assumed. But . . he didn't have to give them any more warning than necessary.
Pravus concentrated and finally, he had his pain blocking ability back. Though he was unsure how long he could hold on to it. He motioned for Theo to grab the second sword if he could and suddenly threw himself at the door, assuming it would be locked.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 22:10:55 GMT -5
Theofilus twitched slightly at the actions that had taken place. His breathe caught in his throat, threatening to expose his real emotions. He suppressed the emotions that were trying their hardest to emotions to escape. Why did it feel like he was dying inside?
He continued the hold the boy close to him as he walked toward Pravus and the dead lion. Trying the comfort the boy as much as he could. Rather than let his grip go, he set his borrowed summons to retrieve the sword for him and follow him closely. He figured he would be able to react fast enough if he needed to use the sword.
The sparrow was more than surprised to see Pravus' following acts. He was singed, bloody and scratched up, and yet he was slamming his body against the door. It didn't seem like the brightest action in the world, but Theofilus was in no mood to correct anyone's thinking. The sparrow imagined Pravus would not have accepted his help anyway. He was far to proud of a creature to admit he needed any taking care of.
"Let's get this thing over with," the sparrow said weakly.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 4, 2007 22:14:39 GMT -5
The door's hinges were in nowhere near good enough shape to stand up to a sudden impact and it fell in with a thud, carrying Pravus with it. A pair of surprised shouts, one male and one female, greeted them as they burst into the room. It wasn't especially large and looked like a workshop of sorts, with a large table and bits of wood scattered everywhere. Obviously a cooper's shop, by the barrels and half-finished barrels lining the room.
To one side stood a German shepherd on all fours, a Six of Clubs on his chest. His middle was wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages and one back paw showed a nasty split, oozing a bit as he shifted. Next to him, tall in her bipedal form and held to the wall by a heavy iron shackle around her somewhat delicate ankle, stood Mama. King of Hearts. Talyn. Her red eyes locked onto Pravus's body and every feather on her body seemed to stand on end. And then she looked up and behind him, and saw Theo. And blanched.
Theo would suddenly feel as if his entire world dropped out from under him and he was falling, wings useless, down a vast, bottomless hole. His vision would stop working, and the sensation of vertigo would be incredibly intense. To any onlookers, nothing would be noticeable.
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Post by Spiderfly on Nov 4, 2007 22:24:53 GMT -5
Already, after only a minute, the pain relief was running out. His steam was about gone. Thank goodness she was within sight. It was almost over. ALMOST. He moved for Talyn.
As he moved he thought of Fino, of his glorious Queen. "Incoming, Talyn" He thought, better to call her by name than rank or familial relationship. As neither held any sway or good memory for the one he was contacting.
He reached a paw forwards towards the bird, finally, he was almost home. . .
Hopefully he would make it past Garthen without too much injury.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 4, 2007 22:28:14 GMT -5
Theofilus was not sure what exactly happened. One minute he had seen two figures. A German Shepard and a biped highlander chained to a wall. Then it was nothing but black. The terrifying feeling of falling overwhelmed him. He could not see. He could not move his wings. He felt like he was going to hit the ground any moment.
The feeling was so overwhelming he could not think properly at all. None of it made sense. Where was he? What had happened? Was he anywhere near the child that he had picked up? Oh god. Why? He was being punished for not knowing his mission wasn't he?
Theofilus couldn't help but hope that he hit the ground. It would end all of this misery as sudden as it had begun. He wouldn't even feel the thud, would he?
No, of course not. It would be some God Forsaken eternity before he hit the ground. Why? Was he such a horrible person that he deserved this?
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