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Post by The Jenn on Jan 7, 2008 22:30:53 GMT -5
Sharp teeth were blocked by one brightly furred arm and, snarling, the canine began to worry at the bite in an effort to savage him and get a grasp on something that would be quick and fatal. Before it could get any kind of good start, though, a blue form flung itself at his face and he had to let go and draw back, letting out a startled bark and another loud snarl when he saw it was some stupid slithey. Hopefully it didn't have any powers to get in the way, but he wouldn't count himself that lucky.
Damn it, he wasn't fully seated in his body yet and wouldn't be for the better part of an hour! He held it and controlled it, but he couldn't access his innate magic through any kind of clear channel or begin to change his form yet, not until he could truly claim it as his own. This was why he tried to avoid distractions and dangers at any cost during this crucial hour, why the mouse's arrival had been so damned inconvenient.
"Can you kill your childhood friend, then?" he taunted, eyes glittering darkly at the blood that seeped down the mouse's arm. "Could you see the blood on your hands? Could you ever wash its stain away?" He waited for some movement, some sign of hesitation or indecision, before he would attack again.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 7, 2008 23:18:30 GMT -5
Holding his arm across his chest the blood running from the wounds became just another part of his red fur, dying it a darker red. He tightened his left hand into a fist, smiling inside in a small triumph when he discovered that he still had use of the arm. Movement with it was painful and weak, albeit, it was still not a life changing injury.
Glaring at the creature that inhabited his friend’s form, new hatred in his eyes, he slowly pulled himself off the floor to stand on his own two feet. The tip of his tail wagged slightly in agitation. Juris came to float by his left shoulder as if helping to shield it.
“First you tell me that my friend is dead and now you ask me if I can kill him? Wot kind of twisted sense of humor is that? You are the one that killed him! He is already dead!” He words rose in a steady volume till he was almost shouting, showing that while he was still in control of himself he was not in complete control of his feelings.
He gave a harsh, choking laugh. “Do you want to know the truth? The real answer to your questions is: Yes. Why you might be wondering? It is not my friend that I have to kill, I already failed him. However, I will not fail him again and let you go free with his body.”
He would be staining his hands with his friend’s blood forever, never to be washed away, and it would cause a wound that was likely never to heal. He already had his sister on his hands, what was one more loved one? No matter how much he did not want to do this, he knew what he had to do, even if he hated the very idea of it. Steadying himself on his feet he waited for the next attack.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 15, 2008 21:34:57 GMT -5
Canine lips curled back in a snarling sneer from bright canines, though the sound that emerged was a laugh full of contempt and scorn. He'd known this mouse since he was a sprat, knew about the burning power of those overheated gloved palms, but he didn't know what else he had up his sleeve, if anything. He would need to end this as quickly as he could so that he could go about cleaning up and preparing to move. And dispose of the body, of course. These things all distracted his attention, though not enough that he paid less attention to Aderlass.
He didn't have too much time until the exhaustion of the spell and ritual caught up to him, though. This needed to be finished soon.
"Dead and killed by his many-times-over grandfather," the man snorted in the pup's body, his tone one of dislike that had never graced Mick's vocal cords before now. Then he lunged, fangs bared and claws out. He couldn't afford to take his time. This stupid youngling needed to go down NOW.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 15, 2008 23:09:35 GMT -5
He was ready for the canine’s attack this time.
As the canine pounced he dove to the side, escaping his attacker, even if just barely. Quickly getting his feet back under him he glanced around the room, quickly seeking something out that would help to defend himself. He kept his attention on the dog form besides him, even as his eyes searched away from him.
As the canine was recovering from his missing the target, the mouse’s eyes feel upon the bone statues that still lay scattered around the circle. He had an idea.
Leaving the Tove to distract the canine should he have recovered in time, the mouse took a dive for the nearest statue, landing on his right side. Grasping the statue with both hands he pulled off one of the longer bones. With a bit of struggle he finally managed to break it.
Turning around to face the canine, he winced at the weakness in his left arm. That bastard had better not have given him rabies. Otherwise he was going to be really pissed.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 18, 2008 13:29:43 GMT -5
Failing his lunge, the canine avoided a nasty crack against the wall Aderlass had been holding himself up against and turned, getting a face full of Slithey Tove as soon as he did so. The creature was fast and fluid, eluding all of his airborne nips and bites and lunges. It was time to ignore the little distraction, though, and focus on the real problem. He moved past the creature, biting at it whenever it got close enough to potentially reach, and headed straight for the mouse.
Who was breaking his statues!!!
With a howl of absolute rage, he lunged once again, wishing dearly for any one of his powers to use against this insignificant little brat who was damaging his precious, precious items. How dare he?! Did he have any idea how old some of those were? What he held in his hand? That had once been part of the femur of one of his 'daughters' before he had set about turning it into a ritualistic figurine.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 18, 2008 14:49:32 GMT -5
As he turned around to face the canine that was now lunging at him again, he rolled to his feet and then braced himself for what he knew was going to have to come next. Even though his mind knew that his friend was now dead, something he had caused, his body was hesitant on reacting.
Tensing his legs in a crouching position he readied himself to spring at the canine. The broken piece of bone was held mostly in his right hand, left hand helping to brace with what little strength it had, it made his left hand’s grip a little slippery since it still continued to bleed freely. He held the bone almost like one would hold a sword, the broken end held away from him.
Pouncing forward he met the canine a little after the canine’s midway arch point. As his body collided with the furred bastard’s, pushing them both backwards, he thrust the bone into his dead friend’s body with as much force as he could. He aimed for wherever the point had happened to align.
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Post by Kiki on Jan 19, 2008 12:58:06 GMT -5
Kas and Jenn receive 5 tokens 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 The Jenn on Jan 20, 2008 1:25:40 GMT -5
The jagged, broken bone hit a few inches above the canine's heart but still embedded itself firmly into him, the strength and angle of a biped fueling the attack. He howled in pain, teeth bared and trying to make contact with anything he could reach, the smell of blood and the sharp, stabbing pain egging him on.
He didn't have much longer at all until the weakness set in, the post-ritual fatigue that always sent him wobbling off into a hazy sleep for a few hours before he could begin to clean up after himself. Already he could feel it tingling along his legs, a warning of far worse to come. Within minutes, his body would be infused with a forced lethargy, testament to the amount of magical energy he had to pour into this spell, which was considerable. He couldn't afford this now!
Why had he let the damned mouse stay so close to the canine's birthday?! He was without his magics, without his additional forms, left with nothing but the pup's natural weapon's and boundless energy. Both were considerable, but not nearly enough. Not now.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 20, 2008 19:31:42 GMT -5
As their forms crashed to the floor below, gravity taking its toll as well as the forced of his jump, the mouse quickly wrestled with the canine in seeking the dominate position. After struggling with the canine form a few minutes he finally found himself pinning the ‘creature’ below him.
With a vindictive sneer he grabbed the bone shard that was embedded in the canine’s chest twisting it as much as he could, if any. Ignoring any protest that might have come from the canine at his action, the mouse looked down on the figure with cold eyes. His mind had erased the face on the figure below him as that of his friends, something that he had every intention of doing physically to the creature as well.
“Well how does it feel? Is it not just exhilarating?” He taunted as he slowly pulled the glove off of his right hand.
((Ack, Ader kind of just took control and wants only one thing atm x _ x;; [Not that i would blame him XD;] Let me know if I need to change anything, ne? I can and will do! <3))
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 23, 2008 9:28:53 GMT -5
For as long as he'd lived, the man had never actually had to fight someone while in his weakened state. He'd taken care, taken precautions, but now it seemed that he'd been far too sloppy. He hadn't neutralized a potential threat when he should of, hadn't even 'properly' acknowledged the mouse as a threat, and now here he was... with one of his own statues shoved into his chest, making him writhe on the floor beneath the mouse as it was shoved further in and twisted.
He could feel the weakness encroaching further, teasing and taunting along his legs and now the edges of his torso and spine as well, coiling around him and starting to sap his energy, drain it like the blood escaping from his wound. The mouse's taunting question wasn't even worth an answer because, even more surely than the weakness, he could almost tangibly feel death coiling around his mind and fogging his perceptions. He hadn't lost nearly enough blood, but it was the fear, the lifelong terror and paranoia that had driven him to do things no Hisstor should ever even consider.
They had all called him foolish for his preoccupation with immortality, living forever. They would have called him far, far worse had they ever discovered just what he had begun to do, the research he undertook, the spells and rituals and rites he developed. They would have called him a monster, a menace, not fit to live and threaten the bones of the past, present, and future with his inhumanity. He had included his family in this cycle, this desperate chase of everlasting life. He would never be forgiven. To harm one's tribe, one's family, was the worst sin there was in the Wastes. He had committed it dozens of times over. No one may have remembered his name, but if they had discovered his purpose, they would have killed him long ago.
Aderlass didn't really scare him. Not many people did. He had seen too much of them over the centuries, four hundred long years, to be frightened of people. But death. Yes, that scared him, as it always had, as it always would... but not for long if this insidious weakness continued to claw its way up his spine. Already his struggles were lessened, even with the bone embedded painfully and with an air of permanence in his chest.
He keened, the sound completely and utterly terrified. Perhaps the mouse would take it as fear of him. At this point, he certainly didn't care.
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