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eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - prague - 02-25-2016 I'm supposed to be strong and have all the answers, But I'm nothing special, I'm not unique, I have many secrets and I eat the weak Coming into her home and setting it ablaze was more personal than killing thousands of men to her. P R A G U E magical, immortal protector of the jungle RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Lupei - 02-25-2016 lupei What the truth is, I can't say anymore @[Killdare] @[Ribcage] @[Warship] @[Joscelin] RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Warship - 02-25-2016 i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell warship RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Ribcage - 02-25-2016 Blood. Screams. (Flesh splitting apart, layer by layer, under the rake of his claws – revealing white and pink and blood tracing down the curve of muscles to the grass below.) He flexes his paws, feels his weapons slide out from their sheathes and worry the dust below him. (They say once they get a taste for blood.) He moans, his lips pulling back from his yellowed teeth and quivering tensely, he roars and it gyrates through the woods like a thunderous rumble. He paces, lumberous and wiry, a tight coil. A powder keg surrounded by flame. He turns to her, bright hazel eyes meeting her soft and scared gold. Stay, he cannot say it through his predators lips but she understands him. They understand each other. “Don’t go,” she whispers, backing into the dark mouth of a craggy cave. “Please, brother.” But he scents blood. Stay. She trembles and sobs, and turns to encourage the little bay along with her into the bowels of that deep stone hideaway. Be safe. He scents blood and is gone looking for it. He is drawn to it. His stomach rumbles and his hackles quivers as his smooth shoulders arch and flex with each deliberate paw pressed into scorched earth and needles. The air is thick with black, piney, choking and hot – he coughs and stumbles, but he scents blood. He can smell it, a tiny drop on a leaf or a pool. Or in tracing lines from claws marks through tender horseflesh. He hears her roar and it piques something entirely untried in him. He does not move to them for love of this place. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He does not move to them for love at all (though he knows Lupei and knows his own thirst for meat), and yet when he gets there and sees them he knows thine enemy is his, too. For now, while all their bloodlust comes together in a mighty conflagration. He circles them, his great fangs bared, bright and wide eyes reflecting the lick of fire and roil of combat. When Warship is out of his way, and Lupei clear, the tiger lunges forward, swiping a great paw at her, claws unsheathed. He curls back onto his hind, low and ready, his shoulder shifting. He growls, strange, impossibly low rumbles and clicks like loose rocks in his throat. RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Killdare - 02-25-2016 RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Joscelin - 02-25-2016 say hello to your mom in the midnight sky She doesn’t wait for an invitation, doesn’t even wait to see if anyone else is coming. Her anger is too powerful. They had attacked her home. Her home. Let’s see how they like the same treatment. joscelin RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - prague - 02-25-2016 I'm supposed to be strong and have all the answers, But I'm nothing special, I'm not unique, I have many secrets and I eat the weak It takes no time at all for several opponents to join her but this does not slow her down, this does not change the fact that she will fight until her very death if the world would have it. It would be a blessing if they could take her out of her misery but it would take more than four men to do it. The little shit responds with some snide remark, a sexual advance if you will, "It'll be hard to do that if I rip your reproductive system out," she says, as he rears and she sinks her claws deeper in his flesh - it feels so good ripping beneath them, the nerve endings shocking albeit soothing to her overstimulated mind. She feels a crash into her as the black horned stallion comes full force, knocking her off Lupei - she extends her metal wings and swoops the ash up from the ground as a loud snarl is released (in pain). She is trying to make it harder for them to see, ash in the eyes cannot be pleasant she thinks.She falls alike with the ash, rising into the air as nothing; she becomes the leftovers from the chaos. appearing a few steps over and multiples - now there are three other lionesses cloned just like her and with a loud, roar the ground begins to shake beneath them as two tusked elephants begin sweeping their trucks across the chamber as the raven's peck at the elephants rough skin. The silver lioness roars once more at this Tiger approaching as the other three lionesses pile in to form a circle around her - snarling, teeth bare, foaming at the mouth - blood dripping from Prague's. She lunges from the middle, clashing with the Tiger with a unearthing growl as they tie up, she bites at his right eye socket - her claws pressing into his flesh - hair tuffs blowing around. She gets close to being taken under, Tiger's are bigger but this one isn't trained as well as she is. She flits away enough to get some grounding as she catches a Raven cawing and swooping around them. "Attack the others, pride!" she commands until she has help, knowing they are not as strong and will only be a minor diversion. It is not long before a much larger creature slams into her, her side eye catches it but not before damage is inflicted - she was in the middle of shifting to a rhino and got caught somewhere between. She grunts and the wind is knocked out of her, he lifts her with his wings as she fights her way to get loose from his grip. She shifts to a black tiger snake, a highly venomous one with teeth large enough to break the skin of the dragon boy. The only downside is that since her body mass is significantly less and thus she's being harmed - constrictor she thinks and becomes one, large enough to wrap around the wing if she's quick enough and start working on killing the tissue and crushing the bone. She mentally calls to Lagertha, "Lagertha, the Jungle is safe - I need help here in the Chamber, it's me against four but growing rapidly," and she then puts up a mental barrier there are other magicians not far away. So much for staying under the radar but she finally responds to the dragon-like brute, "Nice for you to join us, just let me know when you're ready to tap out," she tightens her grip while keeping an eye on the Raven's looming overhead. Finally she sees a sister and she's both at ease and growing stronger - she turns herself to water, repelling off the male's body and to the earth as Joscelin sends lightning cracking in the sky. Prague makes herself a conductor and spreads it across the area, hoping to reach their hooves and shock the hell out of them; she can be pretty punny. The elephants are startled by the lightning and rear up, crashing down and making the earth rumble as ash falls all around and water spreads - what a beautiful chaos. Prague's business had been with Lupei but if it's going to be all for one and one for all; so be it. The ground is left muddy in some areas, she shifts to a horse form; finally (but surely not for long) and runs towards Lupei once more approaching his left side with full force. She was not small, an Andalusian build with a thick neck and strong legs - she hopes to crash into him where she had previously ripped to shreds - introduce infection and inflict more trauma to the wound, ah yes suffering made her happy. If that wasn't enough to do it, she created a ball of cosmic fire to crash onto him - in the event he didn't scurry away from it - it would singe whatever it touched. "Joscelin, strike the trees - the Raven's, send them scurrying!" she yells and wildly looks for the other opponent, the one who had crashed into her spine. She hones in on Warship, vines spread from her feet and reach out for the black stallion in an attempt to draw him nearer - she must use her powers without much exertion if she has to keep this up. Work smarter not harder, men would never understand that concept though. P R A G U E magical, immortal protector of the jungle @[Lagertha] @[Mast] RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Vanquish - 02-25-2016 we were caught up and lost in all of our vices in your pose as the dust settled around us The Chamber’s sky was soaked in ash, whole treelines engulfed in a roaring, thirsty dragonfire that roared along its insides. The only other being that moved amongst the sky was a gold-scaled dragon with a filly clutched between her gleaming claws and fire licking from her lips as she snarled over the burning kingdom. A dragon that glistened with raw strength, a dragon that spent each night beneath his touch. The smoke is chokingly heavy here so the king drops from the sky into a smoldering, ash-path where embers still glowered. Dragonfire was heavier, crueler than any earthen fire they had known – no forest fire compared to the scorch of what brewed in a dragon’s belly and so it was not so easily quenched. The clamor of fighting reaches his ears and so the Nightwalker finds the group of three stallions and a motherfucking tiger beset on a metal-winged silver lioness that smelled of Prague’s familiar skin. He is on foot, talon-tipped wings clutched at his sides –black feathers burnt at his feet from the fire that reached as he made his way. Before he clears the line of ashed pine trees a pulse of light, blinding and physical reverberates through the Chamber – hushed and bright and powerful. He is further away than the others so the tremor doesn’t shudder him as wildly as it possibly does the others. He knows it is Prague that takes the form of the lioness and can only assume the mare that comes to her aid is of Jungle blood as well, the other four were of fair game. Fucking little coward shits, mobbing one who stood alone – a mare nonetheless, never mind that she was an immortal magical ancient wholly capable of disintegrating them each on their own. Well, that is until she spawns several replicas of herself. He watches as she turns from snake to water, At once two horses made of bedrock, as thick and red as the Deserts stones, were fed from the ground on either side of the king. They were identical to Vanquish in every way, down to the now crispy burnt feet feathers – except they were made of rock, desert rock. One stone beast sets its aim on the tiger that prowled the line, claws wet with warm blood. The replica besets the cat front hooves failing, a soundless squeal emitting from its opened stone jaw as it tries to trample the feline after Prague’s attack. The second beast finds its direction on the nearest thing – the newly arriving Killdare with the little wishful dragon wings. The stone leviathan merely drops his head to his shoulder and aims at the stallion’s body – any part will do. The summoned creature was made to be crumbled, so why not turn it to dust it on the bones of the enemy? Besides – he had no true control over them once they were made, anyway he didn’t even bother to see if they met their marks. Their presence alone did enough. Vanquish sends a wave of Desert sand towards the remaining bunch as the Percheron charges into the fray, rising back on scaled and taloned wings as he catches Warships eye – he was nothing so weak as to need an enemy’s back turned for his assault. He wanted them to be ready, they fucking needed to be. He snarls a dragon’s growl as he drops to the ground, adding to the array of lion’s and tiger’s curdles of blood. His eyes are keen on the beast before him as a patch of cactus with long and fat barbs appeared beneath where Warships feet were and where Lupei lay. A sheet of cactus barbs moved to cover his chest and body as plate of desert rock materialized over his face and down his neck. He does not see Prague send the vine’s out to catch Warships feet as he rocks back on heavy haunches – striking out with his hooves at the stallion’s left shoulder and forearm with a heavy momentum. This was not his first war and was very far from his first battle, the king preferred to avoid the risk of entangling his legs in that of his opponents – they were such small and mobile targets anyway, so he rarely went for those. He would much rather aim for bigger chance of contact, a larger area. But doubts his hooves will make any contact if Prague’s vines make her mark and drag the Chamberling further away. In roar of adrenaline another patch of barbed cactus appeared somewhere in the clearing in which the horses fought and the fires burned around them. VANQUISH dragon king of the deserts ooc- i had to rewrite this like three times because you guys are so fast Also; Van created two replicas of himself made of desert bedrock that are trying to attack Killdare and Ribcage. He himself is attacking Warship and he has rock armor on his face/neck with cactus barbs over the rest of his body. He's also summoned random patches of cactus in the fighting area so have fun with that RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Cress - 02-25-2016 all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash Leaving the Valley had been her priority, before Eight threw up his protective barrier. Certainly she would have been able to come to and from the kingdom if she so pleased, but she just couldn’t be damned to ask him for special permissions. Besides… with her abilities, it would be wrong for her to sit aside while her kingdom mates and their allies were being hurt, maimed, and even killed. She can heal after all; there may be magicians on their side, but they will be utilizing their talents elsewhere. She can heal them. She can help. She had met with Flamevein, only briefly, before they set out to their neighboring kingdom. A simple request and she has a beacon of the pyro’s flames surrounding her like a flaming orb. She can see through them, just as anyone could see her inside the flames, but hopefully the inferno will drive them away from her; she will not be fighting, anyhow. The circlet of flame is only a protective measure. It will keep her safe and burn anyone who tries to attack her; she will be safe to help her family. That is what matters. Flamebrand had protested up a storm when she had told him he must remain home, but he, too, had to be protected. “But I have wings!” he had cried, indignant, but Cress had been adamant. “And they have magicians,” she had countered, and though he was angry, he had finally agreed to remain behind. He is too young to fight—she is too frail to be a part of the fight, really, but who was there to tell her to go home? No one. Her mother is dead and her father vanished… she is the one who must protect herself now. She has to protect Flamebrand and she has to protect herself. She arrives not long after the fighting begins, and already it is bloody. There is a lioness—no, four of them—a tiger, and horses, and it appears that all but the lions are on their side. The Chamber is burning, but the waves of heat don’t even break against Cress’ barrier (not that she isn’t already toasty inside a ball of flame!). Swiftly she focuses on the injured—the stallion who had been ravaged by the lioness’ claws is her first priority. Blood is spurting rapidly from his wounds and she zeroes in on him, staying well away from the bloodstained battle arena that they have carved from the Chamber floor. Heal, and continue on, is the message she sends to him with her healing touch, cringing away from the pain herself. Empathy. God-forsaken empathy. Why had she allowed the Valley to bestow upon her empathy, of all things? She can feel their pain—all of their pain—as if it is her own and it is excruciating. But she has to soldier on. For them. She cannot allow them to fail. To the others she sends a breath of fresh air, a surge of healing to boost their own energy. None are as hurt as the wolf-stallion who initiated the burning, though Killdare’s wings could probably use a bit of a time out. She sends a little extra to him, just in case. With that, she herself taps out, fading back into the shadows. The battle will be a long and difficult one, and if she is to keep up with all of their injuries, she will need to rest herself and take it easy between surges. If they come for her, they’ll find she has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve. cress oxytocin x kindling RE: eat sh*t and die } LUPEI - Draconis - 02-25-2016 Photograph by Isabel Mansfeld |