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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 6, 2009 2:21:08 GMT -5
The smell was making her eyes sting hard, and Rhiannon felt her vision blur. She could tell from the feeling of the impact that Apocalypse's long blade had found flesh, and her ears were rewarded with the sound of Hadrian's pain. It was a satisfying sound, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth ever so slightly. Until she took another breath, of course.
Damnit, that was a terrible smell. In all the years she and her brother had wrestled and played, she'd never imagined he was capable of producing such an odor. Ugh.
When her Heart ability began to take effect, Rhiannon began to thrash against him, sensing an opportunity. As the heavier-bodied coyote tried to squirm away from the non-existant blade, his sister made her attempt for freedom, pushing her forelimbs hard against his chest and sliding beneath him. In the same movement, his vines ripped at her scythe and she snarled as the weapon was ripped from her. She lunged for its hilt as it spun through the air but wasn't nearly quick enough to grab it, and so she settled instead on freeing herself completely.
When she dragged herself to her feet, she heard her brother wail desperately. That wail was enough to break the spell, but Rhiannon didn't mind at this point. She'd freed herself, after all, and there was a wide grin on her face as she eyed her brother, considering her next action.
Ah, of course. She made a sound deep in her throat, as if preparing to cough up something extremely unpleasant. Which it was, of course. She spat the glob of uck at her brother with alarming speed, aiming for his face and eyes as she eased herself back into an offensive position. She looked over his shoulder to where the scythe lay on its side, looking rather pathetic... Her next goal would be to have Apocalypse back where he belonged: Her grasp, going after the blood of the man who had once been her brother.
Large Ability
This SD is now able to spit small amount of exceedingly sticky fluid twice per day. They are very accurate and often aim for another SD's eyes. If the opponent has an amazing dodge ability they might be able to escape it, but it's less likely. The sticky-ness will force the opponents' eyes to shut for two hours or for any other part of them touching the stuff to be stuck there until it wears off in two hours.
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Post by Satra on Jan 6, 2009 3:43:25 GMT -5
He took in a deep breath as the pain spell released him. She was a Heart... it must've been some sort of pain ability. He shook himself, he had to move. That noise she was making couldn't have been good. He scrambled to get to his feet.
As luck would have it, that's when the loogie of death came hurtling at him. As he rocked forward, the fluid hit his paw. He saw something coming at him, and he instinctively blinked. A bit of the fluid splashed off his paw, the drop or two landing where the bulk of it would have hit if he hadn't gotten his paw in the way. The window! he thought. He knew there were vines on the wall outside his window... he could get them to help.
He yelped as he wrenched his already hurting shoulder. The fluid on the bottom of paw had stuck him quite firmly to the ground. He snapped his head back and blinked in surprise, only to find he couldn't close on of his eyes. The liquid had glued his eyelid open.
He looked back at her, then to where she was looking. He was inbetween her and Apocalypse. The Vine Bracers shot out to the window to invoke the help of the plant life just outside as he made his claws grow. Well, if he couldn't run anywhere, he might as well make the most of it.
He bristled with anger. How could she be doing this to him?! All he ever did was love and protect her to the best of his ability. He felt betrayed. Tears stung at the eye he couldn't close.
Moderate Ability:
He is now able to cause the claws on his paws to extend out to about three feet in length once a week. They become immensely thick and double as clubs or stabbing implements. Once grown out, they will have to be trimmed back to normal or he will have extreme difficulty when walking.
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...The bracers also give him the ability to commune with other vines that may be around him at the time (if he isn't near any, tough luck though). He will be able to cause vines around him to feel a sort of "sympathy" with his own and could get them to join in the battle as well, though they will always stop just short of killing an opponent.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 6, 2009 4:12:42 GMT -5
For a moment, Rhiannon felt the anger surge through her body once again, refuelled by the miss of her sticky uck. She'd only used it a handful of times before, but every time it'd been like a tiny guided missile. Of course her damn brother would manage to avoid it. Of course his dumb luck would protect him, it always did. The very thought sent her hackles up and she snarled, finally tearing her full focus away from the scythe back to her brother. She was furious.
Until, of course, she actually looked at him. His stance matched hers, with a few small differences, one of which being the fact that she could see that he was anchored by his foot. And when she saw the partially unblinking expression on his face, it was all she could take.
She started to laugh, softly at first, but it wasn't long until it had transformed into something deep and hysterical. Her sides shook and she gasped for breath, even as Hadrian summoned the vines to his side. When she looked up at him again, it was with a mirthful smirk and tears of joy sparking in the corners of her eyes. For a moment, it would appear as if all the fighting spirit had gone out of her, instead taking in the pleasure of her brother's predicament.
"For fuck's sake, Hadrian,[/b]" she laughed, wiping at her eyes with the back of a paw. "Only you could take a little spell like that and make it ten times worse for yourself. I'm doing the bloodline a favor by taking you out.[/b]" So she did still have her fighting spirit. It felt good telling him exactly what she was planning to do to him, and she spun to face him once more.
His claws were an alarming sight, but she tried to ignore them for now and instead spread her wings, letting them snap open. It hurt slightly, but the action had the intended effect - making a loud noise. Then she lunged, flapping again and again until she was at the ceiling, diving down past her brother and towards her prize - her Apocalypse.
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Post by Satra on Jan 6, 2009 5:24:32 GMT -5
He growled. How could she...? Here he was injured and bleeding and she was laughing at him.
He took a moment to look at himself. He let himself give a breathy chuckle. He did look rather ridiculous: anchored to the floor, unable to close one eye, tears forming, and three foot club-like claws sticking out of his feet. He was just so happy this was finally ending. Rhiannon! She was...
...going to kill him, apparently.
The words ripped though him like they were made to hollow out his insides. He felt numb. He was used to being talked down to much of the time, sometimes even by his own sister, but it was really nothing like the words she taunted him with now. And... kill him. This had to be a bad dream, it just had to be. Nothing but a horrible nightmare...
As she took the time to laugh, he'd managed to recruit the vines from outside. They'd dislodged themselves from the wall and come inside to his aid. They slowed as the numbness overtook him. They couldn't follow a command he didn't give.
The dull snap of her wings' membranes brought him back to. Damn those wings. they put her out of reach of his claws. The vines became energized again, as if a jolt of electricity was shot through them. They shot for the Scythe laying on the ground. Wrapping around it securely and quickly the vines pulled the weapon in the direction of the window violently. The brambles stayed still, writhing in place, waiting.
Back at his spot, Hadrian took a preparatory breath for the pain to come. Using his Club ability in a most unorthodox manner, he pushed up and away. Shaking with pain, rage, and indignity, he pushed against the floor until the top layer of skin from his footpads ripped off, staying firmly stuck to the floor. He cried out, but did everything in his power to concentrate on what was going on. Ripping that thick skin hurt like hell, but he was freed. Through the tears of pain, he saw a brown and yellow blur diving in the direction of the gray shiny blur. The bracers came for her.
Moderate Magical Ability:
When activated, he can carry up to 40 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. He is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 6, 2009 18:17:35 GMT -5
The sight of Hadrian's face as her words finally sunk in sent a delightful little shiver down Rhiannon's spine. She'd been waiting since she'd first lunged for him to take this seriously, and now he finally was and it was utterly delicious. She hadn't wanted to execute her brother, no. That wasn't any fun. She wanted him to fight her, look her in the eyes when she finally murdered him.
She circled above her brother, finding rather quickly that flying in an enclosed space such as this one was not in her benefit. Especially not with all of the vines he was calling up. From above, the ground appeared to be carpeted in a writhing mass of green, green that was sucking up her precious weapon. That was what irritated her the most. Did he not think that she would be a danger without the scythe? A soft growl rumbled up in her throat, but it would go unheard over the noise of the vines scraping across the ground.
She almost didn't hear it herself, with the way her heart was pounding in her ears.
She didn't notice the action her brother had taken on freeing herself, her focus was almost entirely on maneuvering in the tight space of the room. She curled her wings inward and folded her legs up as she dived for the weapon, but she seemed to overshoot and went directly over it - however, she was able to touch it with a single claw, and the scythe vanished back to wherever it had come from, leaving the tangled vines holding nothing. Her speed pitched her forward and she could feel the vines grabbing for her - some of the smaller ones snapped when they grabbed on, but when the larger vines of the bracer tightened around her legs she went spiralling out of control, wings flailing to try and catch her body.
It wasn't nearly soon enough. She crashed into a wall, her stomach lurching as she heard the crack and snap of her wing folding beneath her. The vines were still wrapped around her leg and she kicked against them, snarling wildly as she did. Spittle flew from her open mouth. By the Suits, her wing...!
The Heart turned to her brother and bared her fangs, eyes completely feral. Without warning this time, she spat again, aiming for his eyes. Even if the one would be blinded soon by being stuck open, she didn't want him to have any vision at all. If he couldn't see her, maybe she could use Apocalypse to cut the vines that were holding her... She summoned the scythe swiftly, finding comfort in the feel of it in her grasp.
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Post by Satra on Jan 9, 2009 20:18:26 GMT -5
Hadrian snarled in annoyance as she managed to touch her weapon and call it back into her. He was hoping to lure her out the window so he could get away until she cooled down. A part of him still fought this, despite the rage he felt at his sister. Failing that, at least he could lessen the threat by separating his sister from her sentient weapon.
"HA!" he barked as she went spiraling into the wall. It was a harsh sound. The mixture of triumph, rage, and self-loathing indiscernible from one another in such a short noise. He put all of his concentration in covering her in vines, particularly the thorny vines of his own bracers. Teeth bared and hackles raised, he concentrated everything on the vines. The one from outside held her in place as his bracers worked on get as much of itself around her to cut into her.
Since his claws were now too large for him walk properly, and in his rage had forgotten to put his shoulder back in place, he used the remaining vines to light him and carry him to her. The gentle curling of the mass of vines underneath him ominous as they carried his large form six feet above the ground. Red eyes locked on Rhiannon, he focused on making her bleed. He was so concentrated on his offense, he didn't register that Rhiannon had spat another glob of uck until it came into contact with his eyes. He let out a scream. The eye he couldn't blink without scrunching his entire face already burned bad enough, but then a glob of that liquid hit it full force. The wave of green underneath him stiffened and shuddered with his reaction. He couldn't see. He hoped his bracer was still cutting into her. He never realized before now how much he didn't actually communicate with these plants. He quieted his panting, enduring his pain in silence as he listened for anything from her.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 9, 2009 21:57:02 GMT -5
The pain from her wing was only amplified as the vines wrapped themselves around her, squeezing her. She growled and snarled as she fought, though she wasn't sure what affect it would have on the plants. They just seemed to keep tightening, no matter what she did to avoid them.
Her hackles went up as she eyed her brother. His eyes were glued shut, which was a definite advantage in her mind, but the way he was being suspended by the vines made a shudder of unease flow through her. It just looked wrong to her. Her desire to free herself was increased tenfold by it and she growled deeply as she took a mouthfull of vine and began to gnaw. She could feel plant fibers ripping under her teeth and pulled hard - several of the vines snapped. But it just wasn't enough. For every vine she tore, she felt as if five others took its place.
Then the thorned vines of Hadrian's bracer joined in. Where they wrapped around body and paws she felt them only slightly, but when they wrapped themselves around her injured wing she let out a scream of rage and pain. Where the thick fur of her body had protected her, she could feel the vines slicing into and through the sensitive membranes that stretched between her fingerbones. It was too much to take, and with a strangled cry of rage she summoned her Apocalypse.
Weapon in hand, she could see only one solution to her problem. She could hear Apocalypse protesting, telling her that there was another way, but Rhiannon couldn't see it. Knowing that Hadrian would be blind to her actions, Rhiannon swung the weapon in a wide arc, hoping to slice through as many of the vines as possible before it hit its ultimate target.
She activated her pain ability a second before the cool blade of her scythe sliced through the bone and tissue of the wing. The limb fell to the floor in a shower of blood, but the coyote hybrid felt nothing.
Hadrian couldn't hold her down, no one could. The vines fell away from her wings when there was a sudden loss of bulk, giving her a split second chance - but it was enough to shove forward hard, swinging the blood-soaked blade again and aiming this time for the vines that suspended her brother. If she could make him drop, he'd almost certainly suffer for it, with those unruly claws extended... The thought almost made her grin, but she was far too caught up in the task at hand. She had to reach him before the vines could grab her more firmly once more.
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Post by Satra on Jan 9, 2009 23:59:39 GMT -5
Hadrian felt pleased at her scream, ensuring he's hit his mark even while blinded. He tried to increase the speed of his vines, but their accuracy decreased to only wrapping in the general idea of where Hadrian thought Rhiannon was. He was completely oblivious to the fact that she had freed herself. The Scythe's razor blade had sliced so cleanly though the vines, they made little noise. It was a calming thing almost, being blinded, the smell of plants filling his senses. The sudden overbearing smell of blood jarred him.
"Rhi..." he whispered. He couldn't go through with this. Before he could contemplate how he was doomed from the start, he felt the support underneath him slack. He let out a gasp as he dropped a few feet. A rush of vines surged underneath him almost capturing him in a very clumsy manner. He'd ended up tangling himself. On top of that, the giant clubs that he never got to make constructive use of help break his fall, causing him more pain than he would've endured without them. His claws were too hard to break under the pressure of his slowed fall, so something else had to give. He felt the pull and tear of a sprained ankle and his hurt shoulder, once numb from its dislocation, reminded him of his negligence. Tears formed under the stuff stuck over his eyes, making them sting.
"Rhi..." he called out to her, his voice cracking with his pain. His head swiveled to find where she was. "Rhi, please... I was stupid, lets end this..." he pleaded desperately, "Forgive me, please."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 10, 2009 0:47:53 GMT -5
Rhiannon whirled as she sliced with the weapon, blood arcing in an arterial spray from the stump that was once a wing. One, two, the blade sliced again and again, and plants fell to the ground to rest in the pools of blood that had been left by first Hadrian's back and then by Rhiannon's own desperate attempt to free herself. The world felt like it had taken a deep breath, and it was only when she no longer felt any vines gripping at her or her weapon did she slow.
It was just in time for her to leap out of the way, her ears pinning themselves back as Hadrian's bulk came crashing down. She sneered at him, her upper lip curling back to reveal pointed canines.
It didn't matter, though. Hadrian couldn't see any of it, and Rhiannon felt a flutter of anticipation as she stared at him. She knew she must look relatively terrible, but seeing her own damnable brother standing in front of her like this made something inside of her twist. It was a happy twist, and she began to pace around him slowly, moving in closer with every rotation. She felt invincible. She was injured and bleeding, but the worst of her wounds were self-inflicted, and she didn't feel any of it. Her brother was standing there, his pain showing with every action, and she'd caused every bit of it.
She dropped the scythe when he'd finished speaking, the clanging sound of the weapon bouncing as it hit the floor loud in the enclosed space of the room. She knew he'd hear that and recognize what it meant.
"Oh, Hadrian,[/b]" she whispered softly, unable to keep from grinning as she said it. She pressed her nose against his neck, nuzzling at the thick fur there and nosing through to lightly lick the skin. His fur was much thinner than their father's, thanks to the work of the dilligent Mister Todd. It would make her life so much easier in the next moment. "I agree. It's time to end this, now.[/b]"
With that, she lunged swiftly, aiming to sink her teeth deep into the soft, inviting flesh of his neck. She wanted to feel him scream as he bled out on her teeth. She would end it.
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Post by Satra on Jan 10, 2009 1:09:05 GMT -5
Hadrian felt his heart flutter with hope when he heard the scythe hit the floor. His tail gave a weak wag. Oh Suits. Oh Suits, was it over? He shook. His fur was shiny, darkened, and matted from the blood, it even caused his gravity-defying mohawk to sag a little. His front leg stuck out at an odd angle. Some of the vines came over to him, wrapped around him, and in a quick motion pushed it back in place. It still hurt like hell, though.
He let out a whimper at her lick, almost unable to contain his happiness. His whole body shook. The pain, adrenaline, and emotional abuse exhausted him not to mention the massive use of magic. He licked her back, whimpering again, only to have his joy curtailed.
He yelped at the introduction of teeth to his neck, the sharp noise breaking the current silence of the room. No, RHI! he thought desperately.
He had to stop her. With only a thought, the vines came to his defense. He knew exactly where she was now, the vines could find her without his sight. They wrapped around her neck, choking her. He only wanted to knock her out. Maybe after she woke up, she would be better. She just had to be.
With all the strength he had though his pain and the world becoming blurry from his loss of blood and the teeth sicking closer and closer to their fatal target, he brought up his paws and jabbed with his club-like claws where her chest, in theory, would be. He had to get her off him. If he died he wouldn't be able to help her...
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