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Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2009 22:36:10 GMT -5
He went to let his arm drop after released the compressed air only to discover that it didn't what he wanted it to. He blinked a few times in rapid succession before the limb began to drop down, by not by his doing and definitely not to his side. His ears flipped back as an odd little noise escaped his maw as he felt his fingers close around and squeeze a part himself that was rather.. indecent to be touching in public. It also didn't help that he could feel the tips of his talons biting in to the skin either.
Just a breath later he'd regret having such good aim for as soon as the ball his the canine whatever spell the dog was using had his grip tightening, his own pretty adornments making the action so much worse as they pierced through rather sensitive areas. And the resulting pain was nothing like he'd ever experienced. A high pitched noise, a combination of shock and pain, escaped his maw as he dropped down to his knees as well, vision blurring for a bit as he fought back the urge to vomit. It wasn't any better when he had control of his hand again ... and had to remove the glass claws from where they'd sunk in. He didn't even want to look down and for once didn't want ot see the blood on his claws.
It took him a moment to find his voice but when he did it was rather high and ... odd sounding even to his own ears, it definitely didn't convey anything he was feeling except pain.
You ... fucking... bastard ...
Oh he officially wanted this Queens head on a platter and his body diced up, gift wrapped and topped with a pretty bow to be delivered neatly on a loved one's doorstep.
And he'd made a decent effort to do that .... when he felt he could move again. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 22:55:06 GMT -5
Zeus was in better shape, but he couldn't have said by how much. He gasped in the air so quickly he felt the need to vomit. He forced his head up, however, to glare at his opponent and saw a great deal of blood. At least he got some satisfaction out of that. He wasn't going to hesitate now, however.
He summoned his ball of light and smoke and flung it into the man's face, swallowing hard to try and recover himself. He couldn't hesitate; he didn't dare give the man another chance to try that air thing on him.
"Serves you right, you bloody pispard," the Hellhound coughed out, summoning his dagger into his right hand. He charged in towards the large rodent and was aiming to rake the weapon down across Mo's chest. His teeth were bared in a snarling mask, but he was silent as he actually attacked.
Extra Ability: He is able to summon a small sphere of blue light and smoke once a day for up to ten minutes. This sphere gives off semi-toxic fumes and gasses and will hover around an opponents head for the full five minutes of its duration. The effects of its toxin vary; Cards ranked ten or lower tend to get dizzy, suffer violent coughing fits, and retching; while those higher tend to simply have coughing fits that can cause them to double up on occasion. This spell does not affect Hearts with poison immunity.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2009 23:10:18 GMT -5
He'd been staring the canine down and had taken note of the blue ball and assumed it was similar to his own air ability and dropped himself to the sidewalk, glass talons clinking against the cement when he did. He was forced to notice the crimson sheen on the left set and curled his lip up in a mix of anger and... revulsion. However he'd misjudged the attack and dropping down did nothing but put him in a bad spot ... the light seemed intent on hovering over his head and expelling some sort of awful smell. He felt a tickle in his throat before he started to cough and boy did that simple act just... not feel great. Damn that dog ... damn him to the deepest depths of the Marsh!
Well, this position did give him one advantage ... it let hims gather his hands and feet underneath himself and spring back, the dagger ripping through the fabric of his sleeve and cutting a nice groove in his arm rather then his chest. A his escaped him then and he knew precisely what needed to be done ... he really, really wasn't great at up close and personal fights like this ... unless of course he had a huge advantage.
He activated his Queen's ability, trying his best to do so before the other queen got a chance to get another jab in.
Queen's Ability: Once per month, when engaged in combat, he can enter the mind of one opponent. Both of their physical bodies drop to the floor as if unconscious and they are both in the opponent's mind. He is able to use his control and creation of darkness that he learned from his father to attack his opponent. They are not able to use this ability, as they have not spent time learning it. While he is in their mind, they cannot kill each other, merely render themselves unconscious. They will not suffer any physical wounds from battle, but after he exits their mind they will both be unconscious for one hour and regain consciousness at the same time. The opponent will remain drained, weak, and disoriented, whereas he will not. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 23:31:54 GMT -5
Zeus didn't jab again; when Mo leapt upwards and back, the Hellhound leapt forward and sunk his teeth into the other man, calling his Queen's ability out of sheer spite. If for some reason the rodent survived, he'd finally learn what it really meant to be a Lowlander and not some jumped up pretty boy who was too good-looking to understand what life was about.
His feeling of vengeance, however, dissipated when his body stopped moving like it was supposed to. It dropped to the ground as though unconscious and Zeus was surprised to find himself standing. . . somewhere.
It was like. . . like their home in the Lowlands, except things seemed less vibrant as it actually was. Their little complex wasn't big, it just had some bunks and piles of blankets littered around. How the snot did he get here?
Zeus turned to look around himself in confusion.
Queen's Ability: Once a week, he is now able to cause any bite he gives another Card to have an extra bit of venom in it that he can't normally discharge. It takes a full week aftre being discharcged for the gland to fill with the poison again. The bitten creature will, over the course of a week, begin to develop horrible sores on their upper body greatky resembling Lowland wounds. These will usually develop on the upper body or facial area as opposed to anywhere else, and there are anywhere from 2-5. They will last for a full month before dissapearing and are very painful to deal with. Only very powerful magic can heal them.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2009 23:45:31 GMT -5
The feeling of teeth sinking into his flesh caught him off guard and the location made his body stiffen up a bit, the canine had gotten his fangs into his long neck, close to his collar. The bite pulled a squeal from his throat before he felt the familiar limpness that accompanied his ability take over and made the short drop to the ground, the Heart queen somewhat on top of him, but that didn't matter at all, not now.
He twitched his ears a bit as silver eyes scanned the area he was dropped into ... he always got a kick seeing what other people's minds were like. This was ... kind of shabby really, but it didn't surprise him one bit. Someone as filthy looking as the dog was certain to have an equally disgusting mind. But this plane felt so much better, so much more... comforting. It may have looked different then when he was in the rat's mind but this was home and he knew how to use it.
He was sitting on top of one of those little bunks, carefully watching the canine with one hand looking as if it were hidden beneath a blanket .... really it was stuck inside this reality and fishing around in the darkness, he had a plan... he just needed the canine to come to him so .... he started to giggle a bit, the pain that lingered in his physical form staying there. He'd certainly feel it again when they came to though.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 0:00:14 GMT -5
Zeus paused in his turn when the thing spoke to him and he snorted. "Didn't realize your home was the Lowlands like the rest of us, Mr. Jacked-Off." Yes, this was definitely their home base in the Lowlands. It bothered him that the rodent knew of it, but he couldn't pinpoint how. Actually, he was just distinctly bothered. He didn't know what was going on, though his mind was working quickly. He remembered his body falling, but that wouldn't explain how they'd come here. Or why the colours seemed subdued. Or why none of his pack were here.
They had been fighting in the Capital; obviously the Capital was not here. There were two conclusions to be made and he didn't like the implication of either of them. Still, he struggled to not show his discomfiture. "So what the *(## do you want, Pispard?"
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 0:10:42 GMT -5
His tail twitched in amusement as he watched the Heart, a smirk gracing his features. He couldn't imagine being there overnight, much less living there. Osias had grown up there... but he'd only taken that one little trip back when he'd gotten curious to where the rat disappeared to. But the canine's announcement made him realize where the dog's mind was... always in the lowlands, eh?
Not quite, the Lowlands are so very full of filth.
He started to slide his hand up just a bit and then to the side, dragging his newly conjured weapon out from the mattress, the wispy blackness solidifying into his own little dagger, made of glass of course ... he was so very fond of glass. Now he just needed to goad the man into come to him, hum .... he'd just have to lie.. .and make it convincing.
Well handsome, maybe I want you.
He had to bite his tongue to keep from collapsing into a giggle fit, that... really was a hilarious thought.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 0:46:36 GMT -5
Zeus snarled at the other man; he could hear the insult lying under the words-- though whether or not Mo meant for them to be there, the canine had no idea. But he wasn't filth, no matter what the over-sized rodent might think. Because of this, the Queen's next statement brought a glower of annoyance rather than belief.
"What a load," he answered rudely. "And even if you did, I certainly wouldn't want you." Eat rejection, you pompous *@@, the canine thought darkly.
He edged away for now, wondering if any of their weapon caches were where they were supposed to be, or if they even existed all. He concentrated on his dagger Demise, but nothing came to his hand. He couldn't tell if the rodent had blocked him or if he just couldn't concentrate well enough to actually summon the dagger. That alarmed him and made him suddenly wonder if his brain was tracking nearly as well as he had thought it was.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 6, 2009 0:57:28 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh then, that really hadn't been a believable lie ... had it? He had better taste then that.
You're right, I really don't. I'd have to shove my standards out of a window for that.
The canine said he didn't want him, but he'd heard that before... he did, he just didn't know it. but for once... that was a very good thing.
However, the canine was doing the exact opposite of what he wanted and was moving away rather then getting closer... which meant he'd have to give chase. Oh well, if need be he had an endless supply of things that he could create to bash the ugly male's face in, or poke a few more holes in his flesh with ... whichever came first.
He tightened his grip on the dagger's handle for a moment before a brilliant idea struck him. He reached down again, the old dagger still in hand and shifted it's appearance, a quick fix really, and made a duplicate of the canine's own weapon. The handle was a bit off, he hadn't been able to see it all the well, but it was very nearly an exact duplicate.
He hopped down off the bunk, landing on his feet, and moved forward, making sure the dog saw the weapon he was holding. He loved the glass dagger, but this one would screw with the mans head and he couldn't pass up that chance.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 1:10:39 GMT -5
Zeus made an equally rude snort as the Lowlander tried to insult his pride. "Such a girl," he retorted. "I bet all the Yarrows want you." It wasn't like Zeus was hurting for bed partners and he certainly wouldn't want a pretty boy pansy like this one. F*&#er. Trot would be a better lay, and the Doberman totally wasn't about to do the Club.
Zeus watched as the other Queen moved, and his eye instinctively zeroed in on the weapon. "You *@&%head!" he yelled, recognizing Demise instantly. No wonder he couldn't summon it! Some part of his mind said that something was wrong, but the dagger was his. No little fake-Lowlander f*&#er was going to take his weapon!
Zeus bared his teeth again, the 'smile' feral in nature and flung himself at the rodent.
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