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Post by Kitty on Sept 29, 2007 11:50:55 GMT -5
Sezja was edged on a bit by the success of that little kick and wiggled about awkwardly, trying to get some sort of footing. However at seeing Sultana's charge he tried to get away, flopping over to one side after having managed to get settled on his bum. She got part of him and sent him into an ungraceful little spin, even catching a bit of air before finding the earth once more with quite the ear piercing screech, a mix of pain, anger and well... that's about all it was. The movement had also managed to tangle all four of his limbs leaving the bander in quite the pickle.
Osias sneered at the Queen when he spoke only to find him self in a world of unbelievable pain a fraction of a second after the last word left the hybrid's mouth. Being as stubborn and tenacious as he was, he tried in vain to resist this spell, but the difference in rank simply would not allow it. He gave a quick exhalation of air before clamping his jaw tight, and odd little noise escaping his throat, one that was not truly definable as one thing or another, perhaps because it was muffled, perhaps because that just what it was.
Hand paws were brought up in the manner someone usually displayed when they were trying to get voices out of their head. The rat also dropped to his knees and, as much as he really didn't wish to do so, curled forward and closed his eyes, trying very hard to keep a grip on a consciousness that had grown quite feeble. If any thought were able to pierce the intensity of this pain it would have been how Serafino could take such a waning thing completely away with a mere whim, unless of course his majesty wished to watch him suffer that is. |
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 30, 2007 12:27:36 GMT -5
Satisfied when the unknown vermin fell to his knees in agony for such an insult, Fino relaxed his hold on the spell and it released, though the aftereffects would likely include a throbbing headache strong enough to make anyone want to be in bed and, in some cases, a nosebleed. He did not take kindly to laughter or insults, especially from one so very, very far from having the power to give them. If no one had taught this stupid little six some manners by now, then it was high time he suffered for that gap in his education.
Sultana took a moment to recover from her moderately successful slam, shaking her head vigorously, before focusing her angry black eyes on the orange form of her fallen opponent once more. He was bound and out, but it wouldn't do to leave things without a proper submission being given. She hunkered down and stalked up to him, then tackled his prone form and made a vicious noise.
"Maybe next time you should look at your pathetic self in a mirror before nipping at the heels of your betters, Lowlander," the Queen said coolly, about ready to collect his bander and head back to the palace. Ashwin could wait for another day. He wanted his tea and his roses; there had been enough direct interaction with lesser creatures for one day.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 30, 2007 12:44:24 GMT -5
Sezja, even been as down and out as he was just wasn't quite ready to give into Sultana, perhaps the little bander's sanity was questionable. He made a weird almost squeal noise when he was tackled but wriggled and sneezed a rather foolish challenge at the obviously stronger Bander, he was the type that would probably fight to the death if given the chance and continued to try and attack her... although his attempts were neither as fast nor powerful as they had started and were focused entirely in bites as all his limbs were rendered useless.
Osias felt the blinding pain subside and his vision began to clear a bit and it focused on the dirt directly below him. He focused on it a bit more, it's texture beginning to come into focus along with something else, a drip here and there of... what? What was on the ground in front of him? Another drop meeting the dust and having it's moisture stolen quickly answered his question... it was blood. That bastard had gone and made him bleed, the audacity of such a creature!
The rodent ground his teeth ever so slightly bringing his gaze slowly up to the Queen, not wishing to upset his head anymore then was necessary, a very deep and sincere loathing burning behind those golden visionaries. Pain was one thing, blood was another and the site of it stirred something up something long past buried, his own having the least noticeable effects though.
Even though his head still pounded he managed a rather feral sounding snarl at Serafino, his wiry fur bristling a bit once more. He was as bad as Sezja when it came to knowing when to cave.... |
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 30, 2007 17:19:18 GMT -5
With a bit more mobility, Sultana was able to wriggle around the frantically gnashing mouth and pull her own head up, out of immediate danger. At the same time, she rolled onto the male's back and sunk her claws in, trying to gain purchase and perhaps get a good, saber-toothed bite somewhere on his head to end this nonsense.
Fino watched the rat bleed dispassionately, his spell having caused that reaction on more than one occasion. Someone had told him it was undue strain on the blood vessels in the head, but he didn't particularly care why it happened, just that it did. Much in the same way that he didn't care who Osias was, or what he was called, just that he displayed the proper respect.
Which he was not. The creature actually had the audacity to raise his head and glare, and then go so far as to snarl at the ruler. He should have held the spell for longer, left the creature with too little consciousness to do anything but twitch in agony. Hindsight, alas. There were more ways to deal with insubordinate weaklings than magic.
After his bander got her attack in, Fino reached down and unwound her leash, then smoothly shifted to his bipedal form. It granted him more muscle mass and height. With the circular hand-loop of the leach, he made a noose of sorts and made to grasp the rat's shoulder, slipping it over his head with a tight jerking motion. Mind still disoriented from the spell, it shouldn't be very difficult a maneuver.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 1, 2007 12:45:45 GMT -5
He wanted Serafino close to him and was, in a way, pleased when the Queen came toward him, and in his bipedal form none the less. He wasn't fool enough to believe that he wouldn't be severely punished for his actions, but rather he was beyond caring what those repercussions would actually be. how often had Serafino come across someone who had no fear of him what so ever? Well, beyond perhaps family members and selected Court members, certainly there were those who feared him not within those two circles. He wanted to know all about the various Queens and, well, what better way to see their performance then to live through it? Besides, blood shouldn't be drawn from mental attacks, the only real reason someone should bleed is by something physical.
When Serafino was close to him, about the time he gripped his shoulder actually, he didn't something besides try to wriggle from the Queen's grasp. In fact, he didn't even try to escape, he very much knew his body's limits and also knew that a staggering gait would be no match for an unencumbered one, so it would be pointless anyhow. No, he chose to further agitate the enemy, and perhaps even scuff up those pretty white scales of his. That smirk returned to his face and he peered at the Queen and exhaled sharply out of his nose having confidence that in such a short range he would indeed be able to spatter the Queen with a bit of his blood, which could end up being his final insult.
The leash was slipped around his neck and that only widened his smirk and his gaze never wavered.
Sultana would indeed get her grip, and would indeed get a reluctant submission from the orange fur ball. He'd given quite the effort against her, but he had to finally come to terms with the fact that she was. indeed, out of his league. |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 1, 2007 20:27:33 GMT -5
As blood was blown across the brightly gleaming surface of his scales, his pupils narrowed and he pulled up on the leash almost to the point of hanging the rat in his grasp. Another jerk and he pulled tight against the windpipe, cutting off any chance for breath or speech. He slowly raised it more, wanting to see disgusting eyes bug out and perhaps hear a few choking noises. This pathetic creature...he should -
"Your Majesty?" a surprised, familiar voice said from behind him. He blinked a few times and turned, still holding the rat up tightly, and met the pine martin's curious gaze. The tableau was no doubt an interesting one to happen upon.
Conscious now of more important things to occupy his time, he simply let his hold drop the rat back to the ground and took back his leash. "Ah, Ashwin, very good. I need to speak with you." Almost absently, he reached down and picked up a triumphant Sultana, who coughed and gloated over her new submissive.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 1, 2007 20:50:53 GMT -5
He was actually expecting much worse then what he was getting, so this was a ... somewhat pleasant surprise. If being hanged was in any way pleasant. He managed to keep a somewhat disgusted look upon his face, even as it contorted a bit as the leather was pulled more then taut around his wind pipe. Not being able to breathe was something he'd never experienced before and was an all consuming feeling that kicked in any and all self preservation instincts.
It had ventured beyond a matter of pride and the rat gripped the extra bit of leash closest to his throat to try and pull himself up a bit to lessen the weight that was choking him, a coughing or choking noise was beyond his present capabilities or Serafino would have been rewarded with a few, however he did try and find purchase with his feet on.. .well anything nearby that was high enough to get a hold of and elevate him a bit so he was just hanging.
Panic was beginning to bubble up under the surface when a semi familiar voice broke through and took his attackers attention away. Because of this he found himself fully on the earth again. He was jerked around a bit by the Queen taking his leash back but was perfectly fine with that cause he could breathe again, something that he was presently doing in large, almost gasping breathes to try and catch his wind once again. |
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Post by The Jenn on Oct 1, 2007 21:26:17 GMT -5
"I, ah, hope I'm not interrupting anything," Ashwin said with a sardonic expression, looking behind the Queen to see the rat grasping his throat and gasping for air. He recognized the Lowlander from a previous transaction, and his fierce little bander all tangled in its leash and looking worse for wear. Had the stupid thing actually picked a fight with Sultana?
From the looks of him, probably. The Ten of Spades 'tsked' at the thought.
Fino shrugged his shoulders and looped the leash around his bander's head once more. "No, not really. Certainly nothing important. But come, I really must speak with you, if you have the time."
The shopkeep let out a snort and bowed with a flourish. Pompous royal. Ah well, at least he paid well and sometimes entertained. "And who wouldn't have the time for you, Your Majesty?"
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Post by Kitty on Oct 2, 2007 2:37:09 GMT -5
He cared not for the fact that the Queen talked so low of him, but he remained quite pleased with himself at the fact that he'd insulted Serafino more then he'd heard some others get killed for, and he survived. Having almost fully caught his breath he moved over to collect his defeated pet and turned a bit, eying Ashwinn for a moment with an odd little smirk upon his muzzle before calling it a day here, he would return at another time to ask his question.
He moved off into the brush quite eager to get back to his plots and schemes and secret training. After meeting another one of "the" Queens he was quite certain they were nothing to be afraid of and, once he had moved up a bit in rank, he'd be seeking out Serafino one day. And he certainly hoped that day would be soon. (( Gonna count this as done sicne you kinda talked of finishing this in 2 posts. =3 )) |
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Post by Spiderfly on Oct 2, 2007 3:12:55 GMT -5
Two eyes glinted down from a tree and a strange voice floated towards Osias. Hollow, menacing. "Here. . . ratty ratty ratty." You could hear the sneer in the voice before a rustling sound, and a soft thump upon the ground. But. . . the eyes had disappeared. The sound of soft footsteps rustled here and there along with an occasional taunt. Every word coming from a different location.
"Gooey."
"Icky."
"Drippy."
"Ratty."
And suddenly a swipe came out of nowhere, still no enemy to be seen. It was only aimed at the rat's side, so no major harm would be done but yet, it would be a warning.
((Pravus is Fino's lova >.> And he just grew and got a new toy and searched Fino out and saw the. . exchange. He's now defending his Queen. <.< If Fino won't hurt Osias, Pravus will. He has an invisibility pendant too. btw.))
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