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Post by Kitty on Jan 19, 2009 15:15:02 GMT -5
Apparently two could play at the ignoring the questions asked of them game, which made one side of his muzzle twitch down ever so slightly. It wasn't as much fun when they didn't play along! His tail started to twitch a bit, but what the Crow was saying wasn't exactly that bad ... at least he was smart enough to put two and two together .... he'd have to fix that later though.
I don't know, it's never been used on me and I haven't any idea what his powers are. But my father did show me a little trick that I think you'll enjoy!
with that he brought his other hand out from behind his back and reached out to the side, reached into the scenery. When he pulled his hand back he had a wispy ball of black that formed it's self into something, most specifically a perfect little cope of Wulfram himself, human form in the shape of a little doll ... just for demonstration. And, well.... it was always fun ot make toys out of the people he brought here ...
Aren't you just adorable?
And with that he raked a claw over the stuffed doll's chest, the stuffing sticking out .... and then tossed it over to the Crow. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 19, 2009 19:09:28 GMT -5
Wulfram remained tense, eyes dark slits of silent fury. He was not amused by Mo's games and far from willing to 'play'. The tidbit of information -- as feeble as it was -- was still enough to provide Wulfram a bit of relief.
This was 'in his head' and most likely far from life threatening... He would just have to stay on his toes. He did not want to wind up dead or anything of the sort. As for the rest, he would just figure things out as he went.
Wulfram forced his expression to remain bland as the Lowlander reached into the scenery and pulled out a tiny doll replica of himself, proving just how he could bend the world and Wulfram still couldn't manage to make one of the many monsters of the Wood appear and eat him. So much for having complete control over one's dreams.
When the doll was flung at him, Wulfram finally uncoiled enough to whip a hand out and catch the flying item. Did Mo expect him to be intimidated by his parlor tricks? The crow crushed it in his hand.
"How long do I heff to put up vith your parlor tricks?" He wasn't in the mood for this.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 20, 2009 23:32:23 GMT -5
The crow was not bending in any manner to his taunting and it was more then just a little frustrating. He flipped his pointed ears back against his skull as he watched the man crumple the doll in his hands and ask quite possibly the most infuriating question he could. It took every bit of his self restraint not to huff and stick his nose up in the air.
You're here until I'm done with you, so you might as well just play along!
Fine, he wasn't content with 'parlor tricks'? He'd just have to show him bigger and better things ... see how he liked those. Green eyes narrowed as he reached into the scenery again and produced another mass of wispy blackness... only this time he brought it behind his back to form it ... and slip his new little toy on in the process. He brought his hands back out from behind his back to fasten the new device tightly to his wrist before bring it up and twiddling his fingers, letting the blades over his fingers rub together, making that metal on metal sound that was just oh so pleasant at that moment.
Alright, fine. Let's step things up a notch then, shall we? |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 25, 2009 14:05:36 GMT -5
Wulfram would not play along. Playing along was simply surrendering to the weasel's will and Suits knew that he had no intention of that. He would go down fighting before he simply gave up and 'played along'.
"Vhat do you vant me to do? Shiver in my boots? Beg for release?" Everything he said was tainted in cold disdain.
When Mo pulled out the talons, Wulfram felt a pang of uncertainty but kept his features entirely still. Whatever was going on didn't appear to bode well, especially since he couldn't just make things happen like Morpheus apparently could. He also wasn't about to start 'testing' theories while the Lowlander was seeing red.
"If ve must." Regardless of what happened, Mo would get no rise out of Wulfram. No begging, no apologies and definitely no regret. None of this would have happened if it wasn't had been such a spoiled brat to begin with.
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Post by Kitty on Mar 15, 2009 18:37:54 GMT -5
His ears pinned themselves further back, nearly disappearing into his mane, when he got no outward rise from the other man... nothing. This made the pale Jack that much more aggravating, and it made his mood turn even more sour. This was aggravating and he needed some kind of reaction except that cold calmness. Perhaps that would change if he cut him? He had wanted to see blood splashed across that pale skin since their first official meeting.
His face twisted into a toothy expression that was far from pretty as he started forward, head dipping halfway down to his chest. His tail stayed in a half loop and stiffened up as he splayed out his fingers so that the blades would no longer touch. He moved forward, his posture aggressive and predatory despite the fact that his movements were slow. He crept forward, hunching a bit as he did, but said nothing. Once he was t a satisfactory distance he lunged forward, swinging his bladed hand with the intent to strike the man. |
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Post by Vyn on Mar 22, 2009 9:20:06 GMT -5
Wulfram's eyes darkened into vicious slits, cold and angry, as Mo's ears pinned back and he started to grin. Wulfram refused to give the spoiled 'prince' any pleasure. Not that fear was ever one of the first feelings Wulfram felt for anything anyway.
Instead that cold anger kicked in all the harder and his muscles tensed as he Mo began to move toward him. The predatory stance did nothing to set him off balance and Wulfram merely lifted his head a little higher, glared hard into the Lowlander until, without warning, Mo lunged.
Wulfram unleashed the tension building in his body all at once, launching himself away from the attacking Diamond. Not quick enough, the blades caught his arm and Wulfram felt the flesh tear.
Well, fuck. It did hurt. The crow's eye twitched as he clamped a hand over his bleeding arm. Bloody cuss, Wulfram was not in the mood for dealing with this!
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Post by Kitty on Jun 18, 2010 11:44:37 GMT -5
His ears twitched when the soft sound of metal tearing flesh floated up to them .... perfect. The man would have no idea that all of the wounds he received here weren't going to carry over, but that always made the situation far more fun. His tail curled up in pleasure, but he wasted no time in following the man and swiping his hand in the opposite direction. He wasn't expecting things to be so easy this time around but, hell, he wanted things to be a bit more fun ... he wanted the man to fight back.
He'd love to see just what the crow was made of, and this environment was entirely safe..... and he had the definite advantage. What more could he possibly ask for?
All of this was strictly for entertainment and damn it all to the marsh and back, Wulfram was going to play into his hand at some point. The Tulgey just didn't seem like the type to just sit idly by as he shredded him into pretty little flesh ribbons. |
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Post by Vyn on Jun 18, 2010 14:08:23 GMT -5
Wulfram's anger was building by the second. He couldn't summon Kirill, he couldn't use any of his abilities. He was just fucking here. Trapped with this Lowlander. This was what he got for accepting his fondness of Diamonds instead of just telling the male to fuck off from the beginning.
He was better prepared now and when Mo swung back to cut him a second time, the crow was already on the move. As Mo doubled back, Wulfram ducked and launched himself backwards - putting distance between them once again. The crow's red eyes latched to Morpheus, full of furious hate, and he sneered through clenched teeth. "I'm going to make you pay for cutting me." If not in this 'playground' then elsewhere. He was out of his element here, but he if he ever got the chance he would make Mo suffer for degrading him like this.
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