10-13-2018, 12:38 PM
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So the little wretch thought he could stop Decimate with a group of baddies, did he? Well, he could think again.
Decimate lined up to them with eager, glittering eyes. His wings spread out wide and lifted, arching with the power of a dragon-born demon. His chin lifted, gaze flipping to a bloodthirsty red as a long, forked, black tongue slid out of his wicked grin with a soft hiss.
"Come on, then."
They were all larger than him; he was just a child, after all. The first was a panther with feathered wings, blacker than the blackest shadows and bright fangs flashing. Decimate flashed right back, his lip curling confidently. His tongue licked across his new, sharp set of teeth. A low purring rumble settled in his throat, pleased with how things were going so far.
He hadn't truly fought a living creature until now, so he missed the subtle cue where the cat prepared to launch, flying at him like a giant, furry bullet. He ducked to the side, wings thrusting outward and teeth bared. An outraged scream ripped from his chest as claws sank into his left wing and flank, slicing him open and ripping his wing. Silver-white blood pooled to the surface, dribbled over from his wounds like a liquid metal. Like every child his age, he only accepted it as normal and moved on without question.
The moment he got his feet firmly under him, he was attacking right back with a small roar as the second beast moved to join in, a giant wolf of shadow. Decimate's teeth latched onto the panther-beast's shoulder with a lurch, front talons and back hooves kicking out in a flurry of violence as his back curled to make those hits land more solidly. He'd given his whole body to the attack, and his hip met the ground as he threw the beast over him to crash into the third creature with a cat-like <i>ROWWL</i> and then silence.
He didn't have time to see how well he'd succeeded, leaping to his feet to face off with the shadow wolf as it circled him with snarls he couldn't hear. Was it from another dimension? Perhaps they could be heard by his sister in the afterlife. It would be worth investigating if he'd had the time. For now, he only needed to find how to defeat it. How would he defeat Atria? It may not be possible without her, but he would find a way. He refused to depend on her to deal with his enemies for him in the afterlife. He could do this on his own.
Decimate circled with the wolf, keeping a set distance between them as they sized each other up. When the glance wouldn't take his sight away from the creature, he threw it towards the first and third beasts. The cat was thankfully still for now, sprawled across the blocky feet of the third that could only be described as some sort of gargoyle-faced ogre or giant. Was it made of stone? That would be problematic. And it was clearly making its way to join the fight, too, stepping over the cat more by the space in his gait rather than any care for it surviving.
The demon child split his attention between them, the shadow wolf and the gargoyle-ogre, circling warily with senses on full alert. Silver blood glimmered down his back left leg and sent a shiver of chill through him. He could do this. Somehow. He had no ideas about the wolf so far, but the other...
He turned and bolted straight at it, determination in his malicious ruby eyes. With all his strength, he bore down on his front legs, coiled his haunches, then threw himself into the air with wings spread. He'd aimed for the thing's large head, but with one wing nearly useless, air whistling through it rather than buoying him higher, he only made it to a massive shoulder. His claws dug in, scrambling for purchase and pushing himself up, then continued towards the head as quickly as he could. It was slow to react, only just then beginning to turn its head, and Decimate's eyes flashed with delight.
His next move was more of a test, a wild guess. The gargoyle thing was not made of stone, it turned out, but had a thick hide that had a similar appearance. Decimate dove for it's throat, ducking beneath its wide jaw and clawing with all his force at the terrible armor of skin. The surface beneath him shifted as it began to reach for him, and he dug harder, desperate to make any kind of progress. He must have made a scratch at least, because another few strikes and his talons sank in deeper. He smiled darkly, clutched a good grip and ripped away, once again throwing his whole body into it and dropping to the ground again.
The wolf had followed, and he immediately dropped the huge clump of skin he'd brought with him and dodged it as the shadows shot at him, running a few paces away and turning to see what his current results were.
The ogre was dropping to its knees, a thick hand covering its throat, and even Decimate was narrowing his eyes and thinking that had been too easy. He didn't have time to think about a catch, though, and took off running again to put distance between himself and that wolf that couldn't die. Or it could. Somehow. And Deci would find how. For now, though, he returned to his ultimate mission and resumed hunting for this Jack creature, a hell-hound at his back and following in his wake with silent howls.
<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>
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Decimate lined up to them with eager, glittering eyes. His wings spread out wide and lifted, arching with the power of a dragon-born demon. His chin lifted, gaze flipping to a bloodthirsty red as a long, forked, black tongue slid out of his wicked grin with a soft hiss.
"Come on, then."
They were all larger than him; he was just a child, after all. The first was a panther with feathered wings, blacker than the blackest shadows and bright fangs flashing. Decimate flashed right back, his lip curling confidently. His tongue licked across his new, sharp set of teeth. A low purring rumble settled in his throat, pleased with how things were going so far.
He hadn't truly fought a living creature until now, so he missed the subtle cue where the cat prepared to launch, flying at him like a giant, furry bullet. He ducked to the side, wings thrusting outward and teeth bared. An outraged scream ripped from his chest as claws sank into his left wing and flank, slicing him open and ripping his wing. Silver-white blood pooled to the surface, dribbled over from his wounds like a liquid metal. Like every child his age, he only accepted it as normal and moved on without question.
The moment he got his feet firmly under him, he was attacking right back with a small roar as the second beast moved to join in, a giant wolf of shadow. Decimate's teeth latched onto the panther-beast's shoulder with a lurch, front talons and back hooves kicking out in a flurry of violence as his back curled to make those hits land more solidly. He'd given his whole body to the attack, and his hip met the ground as he threw the beast over him to crash into the third creature with a cat-like <i>ROWWL</i> and then silence.
He didn't have time to see how well he'd succeeded, leaping to his feet to face off with the shadow wolf as it circled him with snarls he couldn't hear. Was it from another dimension? Perhaps they could be heard by his sister in the afterlife. It would be worth investigating if he'd had the time. For now, he only needed to find how to defeat it. How would he defeat Atria? It may not be possible without her, but he would find a way. He refused to depend on her to deal with his enemies for him in the afterlife. He could do this on his own.
Decimate circled with the wolf, keeping a set distance between them as they sized each other up. When the glance wouldn't take his sight away from the creature, he threw it towards the first and third beasts. The cat was thankfully still for now, sprawled across the blocky feet of the third that could only be described as some sort of gargoyle-faced ogre or giant. Was it made of stone? That would be problematic. And it was clearly making its way to join the fight, too, stepping over the cat more by the space in his gait rather than any care for it surviving.
The demon child split his attention between them, the shadow wolf and the gargoyle-ogre, circling warily with senses on full alert. Silver blood glimmered down his back left leg and sent a shiver of chill through him. He could do this. Somehow. He had no ideas about the wolf so far, but the other...
He turned and bolted straight at it, determination in his malicious ruby eyes. With all his strength, he bore down on his front legs, coiled his haunches, then threw himself into the air with wings spread. He'd aimed for the thing's large head, but with one wing nearly useless, air whistling through it rather than buoying him higher, he only made it to a massive shoulder. His claws dug in, scrambling for purchase and pushing himself up, then continued towards the head as quickly as he could. It was slow to react, only just then beginning to turn its head, and Decimate's eyes flashed with delight.
His next move was more of a test, a wild guess. The gargoyle thing was not made of stone, it turned out, but had a thick hide that had a similar appearance. Decimate dove for it's throat, ducking beneath its wide jaw and clawing with all his force at the terrible armor of skin. The surface beneath him shifted as it began to reach for him, and he dug harder, desperate to make any kind of progress. He must have made a scratch at least, because another few strikes and his talons sank in deeper. He smiled darkly, clutched a good grip and ripped away, once again throwing his whole body into it and dropping to the ground again.
The wolf had followed, and he immediately dropped the huge clump of skin he'd brought with him and dodged it as the shadows shot at him, running a few paces away and turning to see what his current results were.
The ogre was dropping to its knees, a thick hand covering its throat, and even Decimate was narrowing his eyes and thinking that had been too easy. He didn't have time to think about a catch, though, and took off running again to put distance between himself and that wolf that couldn't die. Or it could. Somehow. And Deci would find how. For now, though, he returned to his ultimate mission and resumed hunting for this Jack creature, a hell-hound at his back and following in his wake with silent howls.
<p class="decimate_quote">can the killer in me tame the fire in you?</p> <p class="decimate_quotetwo">I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood</p> </div> </div> </center>