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Post by Kitty on Jan 1, 2010 19:08:01 GMT -5
 Even though he knew the boy was mad at him, he couldn't help from following the triple breed through the streets of the Capital. Ever since he was kidnapped the wolf/eagle/rat seemed increasingly agitated with everything and everyone, and he worried about him. Brokat had always been quiet, sweet and even tempered, this just wasn't him. So he followed the boy, keeping to the rooftops and jump/gliding to the next as he did. And then something caught his eyes .... someone else was following the little lowlander as well .... and definitely not for the same reasons. White ears flipped back as he sped up, moving a couple rooftops ahead and shifting to his bipedal form before hopping down into the other card's path. This was stupid, this was foolish .... but he wasn't about to let someone hurt a member of his family .... and he knew all about the mindset of Jossigies. Alas, his bravery came in broad daylight and his best defensive spells were useless, something that had slipped his mind in the adrenaline rush of the moment. The cat was twice his size and probably had more fight experience then two of his own lifetimes would lend him .... he'd marked the cat with Lowland rot though, using his Jack ability, but it only seemed to enrage the beastly man further. It didn't take long for him to be beaten and mangled, but it wasn't a quick enough victory for the feline. The cat placed a foot on the rat/eagle's chest, grabbed his cape and twisted it cruelly .... cutting off his air. There were feathers everywhere, some even clinging to their former host's drying blood. There had been witnesses, people who could have stepped in, maybe a little... but really .... who gave a damn about a Lowlander anyway? |
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 2, 2010 2:36:37 GMT -5
Feathers and blood and mess all over. Lior padded absently through the signs of struggle, eyes only for the warm corpse ahead. This one hadn't died long ago at all. Such violence. The lingering smell of rot permeated the air and he would have wrinkled his nose had he been aware of himself. Instead, he approached the body and held his hand over it, preparing to murmur a few words and help the spirit pass along to its new home. A peaceful rest. Surely this body could use some peace. But... it had also been just barely a month since he last used his ability. It was available again. And the effects for him were simply wonderful, the only spot of bliss available to him in his sea of calm contentment and safety. It was, and had always been, a powerful lure. He closed his eyes after a moment's decision and activated his ability, allowing the rush of pleasure to consume his thoughts as the power took its course. When next Tavor woke, it would be to a body five years younger... and a clawed hand plunging straight through his eye. |
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Post by Kitty on Jan 8, 2010 17:48:30 GMT -5
Awareness slowly crept into his mind once again and his eyes opened... only to be staring right back at a strange feline. This just felt wrong and his blue eyes widened .... just as a clawed finger plunged into his skull through one of them. A rather high pitched scream escaped his maw as he kicked at the strange creature .... he didn't want to fight something again!
When the thing had gotten whatever it was after out of his mind he conjured up one of his abilities, horribly pathetic in strength really .... but he focused it on Lior's eyes as he made the move to not only scoot away from him ... but get back on his own feet. He was weak and terrified... but he had to get away... just had to. So he gathered and focused alley dust right at the feline's nose ... hoping to give him a distraction.... he really needed to work on his magic ... didn't he?
Or, well... he should never go out without his bag of defensive powders. Damn his own luck.
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can move or shift dusts and powders, making them nearly invisible but in the air surrounding a twenty foot span of area/people. |
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 9, 2010 0:16:26 GMT -5
So much violence. Why did they always respond to Lior's assistance with violence? He had just saved their lives... and the price he asked was minimal. Such a small token of appreciation, a bit of soul, so that the rest might be reunited with their body for a time longer. The eye was merely the clearest path to the mind. To the soul.
Such ungrateful creatures.
He took the kick with a small wheeze, drawing back and cradling his prize close to him in bloody hands. Gore dripped from his fingers as he took several more steps away, staring down at the fallen form. Suddenly a haze of grit assaulted his face - his eyes, his nose, his mouth - and he turned sharply away, stumbling as the fine particles attacked his vulnerable flesh. Lior himself would have wheezed and gasped and done other foolish things. The cloak controlling his form hunched closer together and held its breath until it could no longer.
The only word that came out of him as he hald very still, cloak drawn up around his face as best he could, was a wheezing "Stop now."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2010 14:51:19 GMT -5
His heart pounded in his chest as panic induced adrenaline made it's way through him veins ... He was certain this card, creature...... card? Was going to kill him. Well, until he hunched over and asked him to stop without doing.... anything. It finally clicked in his head, despite being absolutely terrifying this feline wasn't out ot kill him. And .... wait, could it be?
White ears twitched forward in interested when he really looked at the scrawny creature before him, recognition finally seeping into his mind. This ... this was the cat he'd heard about before. A little smile made it's way to his muzzle despite the fact that the now empty socket was still leaking blood and other fluids down his cheek. He could ignore it .... he'd felt worse ...
I-I'm sorry... You .... you saved my Vesper. Thank you.
A flush of embarrassment crept over his face just then, visible mostly under the pale fur of his ears. That meant the cat had probably saved him to .... right? He peered around the alley and, yes .... there did appear to be evidence to support that theory.
Only he could feel embarrassed for kicking someone who stabbed him in the eye, he was certain .... but his daughter's life meant far more to him then his own. |
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 29, 2010 9:48:38 GMT -5
Lior didn't know who Vesper was. He was only vaguely interested in this individual, mostly due to the soul shard he now possessed. His collection was a beautiful, wonderful thing and this man had contributed to it. He just wanted the attacks to stop, magical or otherwise.
Which they did. Slowly uncurling, he let the cloak fall and looked at the mix with dull golden eyes. Something in the vermin face, the Lowland fur, hinted at another in his collection. A young one. He vaguely remembered that night, some time ago, in the streets of the city. She had been a broken little thing.
Well. What were the chances? That was an odd coincidence. Not one that concerned him, but one to note nonetheless.
"You are welcome," he offered in a thin, high voice. Then he simply turned and left. Let the man make what he would of his life. Lior was past the point of involvement.
((And he's gone! <3 You can choose to wrap it up if you'd like, or to close it here. Up to you!))
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