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| Nine Lives, Shooting a Hundred Heads; [Open to One, Can be a sparring topic] | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 10 2009, 09:34 AM (114 Views) | |
| Reiku | Apr 10 2009, 09:34 AM Post #1 |
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A ruffling of feet and Reiku landed on his feet on the soft ground. For some reason, Reiku was hungry for a fight. Perhaps it was because he still shared the same mind with his other persona that it was inevitable the he also had a lust for battle. Of course, his was not unlike his counterpart's. Recently, he had arrived in a new land. Well, a land that was new to him. They said that traveling alone was not a wise decision in these parts. Then again, he had heard that warning so many times already yet he still had traversed through most of those lands that people had said were unsafe for single journeys. He was slightly wondering whether he would be meeting another person in this parts. Perhaps someone to compete with or fight. If pure hostility ensues then he would set to kill in a snap of a finger. He figured he would look around for other beings for a while. Perhaps a few orcs and whatnot. Or maybe save someone from them or have a contest as to who can kill the most number of creatures. There were a lot of possibilities but he hoped that he can draw his blade. |
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| Salem Xavier | Apr 26 2009, 05:41 AM Post #2 |
.:[[Temptress of the Night]]:.
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Orcs. Despicable creatures, disgusting, boring. No one would miss them, surely. No, no, they wouldn't be missed. Through the Yseulte she danced, spinning, hopping, jumping, twirling her way through the horde of orcs hat found it to their liking to attempt to eradicate her. How humorous it was, to see their heads, their limbs, their bodies fly through the air at the mercy of her scythe, at the fear of her deadly dance. A killing spree, if ever there was one. A sport, of sorts, a cure to boredom. How she loved this, the blood flying, the screams, the desperation in their voices once their realized just what they were up against. How deadly she was, her white adornments stained red. How seductive she looked, wrapped in white ribbons, and hardly anything more. How agile she was, her bare, pale feet dancing ever so morbidly across the lands, her scythe flying, spinning, killing everything in her path. Her cherry, bloodstained lips curled in a luscious smile, her eyes closed against the oncoming orcs, each meeting her blade, driven by her senses alone. How pathetic to fall to a 'blind' vampiress. How hilariously delicious to exterminate so many, so easily, with not so much as a yawn along the way. How, how very entertaining. How she loved her ritualistic dance, her ritualistic killing, so much blood, the smell pleased her, the sound pleased her, the feel of the blood soaked grown beneath her feet nearly made her giggle. Instead she cackled, her eyes sliding open, watching yet more of them stubbornly run towards her, their pathetic excuses for weapons wielded at her, their expressions angry, threatening. How hilarious. Still she killed, still her scythe twirled, swirled, spun. It was a sight to behold, a terror. She was truly indestructible, so easily killing so many. Finally there were no more. Sadly, there were no more. Nothing else running at her, merely a field full of the bodies of the dead, ripped apart, gushing blood, skirting arterial essence, dripping entrails, losing eyes, losing limbs, losing faces. How she'd slaughtered them. And for what? A good time, of course, a hobby, a sport. Salem laughed, cackled, the bell-tone sound echoing all about her, across the fields, daring everything, anything else out there to come have a taste, to come try to defend themselves against her. Yes, yes, today was a good day, quite productive, quite enjoyable. Bliss. |
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| Reiku | Apr 26 2009, 09:02 AM Post #3 |
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...without remorse...
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How utterly disappointing. There was not a single one, not even an arrow, that had come his way. The Yseulte was known to had been infested with creatures and brutes and the like. Infested. It was either the whole meaning of the word had been changed without his knowledge or that a tumbleweed is now classified as a dangerous brute. And so he pushed on, bored and disappointed at the lack of action this land has to offer. If it were famous for it's hordes and brutes, he'd like to see some of that fame. But it seems as though nothing would meet him. Wait. Something was rolling to him. It wasn't a tumbleweed. No. It was far too heavy and ugly to be considered a tumbleweed. It was a disfigured orc's head. Strange that he be glad to see one of those. It meant that there were brutes that were here. He was just looking in all the wrong places. And so, hungry for a fight, he ran up to where the head had come from. It was a chance to test his swordplay. Moving large targets that keep attacking. Oh, they were just right for this little training of his. He didn't know that upon reaching his destination, disappointment would ensue. The orcs were no longer there. They were all dismembered and mutilated as if painted on the cold ground that was the canvas. Blood had been the main color of this artist. It's not that he lacked the appreciation for art, it was just that someone had already beaten him to it. His hopes had been down then high up and then crashed back down again. Amidst the fallen and severed body parts stood a woman with a peculiar blade. Peculiar because he has not seen anyone use such form of a blade, a scythe. He had wondered if she had seen him or if he should leave that place. It reeked of death and danger. Perfect. It had been useless to hide his presence anymore as an event had announced his persona on the field. An orc growled and had risen up behind this assassin, a large flail in hand to crush his opponent. But that orc had soon found itself being cleaved in half diagonally across the chest. The orc had the element of surprise but Reiku was far faster and easily countered the attack. As the body fell and joined the others, Reiku's sights were set on the woman again. Now...what would she do next? |
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