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Post by Erik on Jun 7, 2009 1:08:11 GMT -5
Rema snapped at Kaen's arm as he picked her up, listening to his claims of her attitude. Artemesia kept an easy pace with Kaen. Sure, she could go faster then this, but she chose not to. For all she knew her presence was unwanted, but if this man couldn't get Rema to see in a different prospective; she would.
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Ream finally struggled her way out of Kaen's grasp, hitting the ground. She grunted as she hit it, spotting Artemesia. She glared at Kaen, before getting up. "Fine... I'll spar with you... Mutt..." She spat, getting an approving nod from the damned creature. "Very well," was her only response; shifting into her animal form. Again, with the puny dog? She still didn't get how something so small could win against her. She quickly lunged at the dog, quickly getting dodged and kicked in the face as Artemesia leaped over here. She snarled, turning around to see the mutt.
"Before you charge, plan out your moves. Don't just assume you can pin one down so easily," Artemesia said, dodging another attack from Rema. This continued for sometime, Rema was exhausted; and Artemesia took the opportunity to pin her down. "You have no honor!" Rema shrieked, squirming under her grasp, causing her to sigh. "Nor do you, nor do you." She murmured, releasing her grip on the brute. She shifted back into her human form, walking a ways away from Rema. "He is right, you do need to let go of your pride. It gets in the way of your judgment." She rambled, looking to Kaen. She wondered what he would think of the whole scenario.
Rema got up panting, glaring at Kaen. Oh, how she regretted meeting him. "Damn... it..." Rema muttered, sitting back down as she got up. Who would've known that this was so exhausting?
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 1:17:38 GMT -5
"Here is a tip, the eyes tells all, the shadow tells time, and the feet tells the past and present," Kaen responded, once again polishing the sword. The first time was the hardest part of sparring and he would not tolerate Rema giving up. If anything, he'll cut his whole body into pieces if need be. Feeling around the neck, his head would stay in place, but it still felt like it was healing. It took longer now and an enormous load seemed to have lifted from his chest. Interesting, one way or another he will find out why.
"So who exactly are you?" he asked looking at Artemesia. "Do you think you're good in hand to hand combat in that human form of yours?"
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Post by Erik on Jun 7, 2009 1:28:55 GMT -5
Rema shunned off his advice, none of it made sense to her; after all. She just sighed, regaining her lost oxygen and strength. She snarled as Kaen talked to Artemesia, wondering why the hell he'd talk to her. If he was truly allied with her, he wouldn't be talking to the mutt. So, he wasn't on her side after all. Or, so she thought. She looked away from the two, staring at the faint image that was the city. She almost wanted to be back in there, it wasn't so bad if one got used to the smell. It wasn't as bad as sitting here with an immortal and a mutt.
Artemesia blinked as the man asked his questions, but she'd answer them; none the less. "Artemesia, and I suppose I should ask the same thing." She replied, thinking of how to answer his next question. She sighed, "More or less, the animal form is just an easier way of fighting. Pathetic, I know. The skill, however, has been passed down through my ancestors..." She rambled, before shutting up. She watched as Rema spat at the mention of elders, causing Artemesia to shake her head. "You know, Rema; they are your ancestors to." This, apparently, pissed her off. For if looks could kill Artemesia would've been dead.
"I am not like you. I am no shape shifter, I am pure wolf." She snarled, before turning toward the city again.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 1:41:12 GMT -5
"Heh it must be nice to have a belief, anything would do for me, names Kaen," responding casually like anything else.
"Both of you should think before you take action, Artemesia is your mouth and Rema is her judgement," Kaen continued sheathing his sword once again, but this time he took his sword off and placed it beside him.
"Want to try against me and let some steam out of you two?" it was clear sense of challenge for the both of them and he was actually up for it.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 7, 2009 11:02:00 GMT -5
(Mind if Rorik joins? ._.) Walking in Wonderment ;; Rorik Silverspire Interesting, very interesting. The tall man inquired as he sat upon a high branch in one of the many conifers that dotted the outermost point of the envied capitol. He swung his long legs in boredom, his hand clutching the sticky skin that sheathed the tree from harm. This part of him also twitched in unison with his legs, tapping the bark in a muted pattern as his golden eyes watched the view from below. Rorik grinned visibly at the two women, noting that one of them happened to be a pureblood animal, much so like him self. She interested him greatly, and because of this, the boredom that ravaged his insides could not make him leave. With his eyes wider than usual, he leaned forward, his grip keeping him from falling as the pages unfurled below him.
He dearly wanted to join, but he knew better than to jump from a tree and land with serene and unnatural grace. Rorik had to keep up the facade that he too was a human, like the other man...although he didn't smell much like one, the lack of natural magic that emanated from him could give him no other conclusion. The dragon listened intently as the man challenged the two to a skirmish, and his mouth twitched somewhat. Two to one, now that's not fair. He mentally muttered to himself, and as he did so, his stance changed, and his feet no longer hung limply from the branch. They were now bracing the tough wood on the branch, the bare skin tingling due to the exposure. Rorik's hand now grappled the skinny base, and before long, gravity was taking him downward. The friction between his flesh and the bark caused the raw skin to split, and silver blood seeped from the wound. Rorik didn't mind, multicolored blood was an in thing these days. No one would think twice about it. Besides, he had his cover story, and he knew what to call the blood if the time came. He smirked as his bare feet touched the ground lightly, and he wiped his hand off on his pantleg, his messy black hair curling around his sharp face. Rorik didn't much like small talk, and he assumed neither did the two rather temperamental shifters. He grinned at them in a dorky manner."If you were planning to fight, I believe it would be best if it were two on two, please pardon my intrusion, but I am really itching for some combat." He said, his hand ruffling his hair, leaving traces of silver within it.
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Post by Erik on Jun 7, 2009 12:12:35 GMT -5
(( Not at all, he seems pretty awesome; if I do say so myself.))
Artemesia silently listened to the mans comments, especially the one that focused on their faults. It perturbed her for a moment, but she let it drop. It was nothing to get angry about, it was best to let the whole topic fade. Then came the question of the challenge. She would agree to it, but something about it seemed rather off. She turned her back to Kaen, walking up to a tree and leaning on it. "No, I think I'll just watch..." She murmured, looking to Rema. She had never discarded a challenge, would this be the exception?
Rema still sat facing the city, as if something awed her about it. She unwillingly toned in on Kaen's simple conversation, picking up the challenging note. She sneered, getting up; about to lunge at him. Only - another individual stopped the action. Or, the thought; rather. She noticed a... What? Human? No, it smelt differently. She turned toward him, baring her fangs to him. "You, rat. No one called you here," She snarled, tempted to attack him; as she had done to Artemesia. Only, something held her back. Perhaps she was taking the advice given? No... Not likely. It was most likely thanks to gut instinct.
Artemesia glanced at the figure. Sure, it looked like a man; but it wasn't. He was undoubtedly a dragon. She had taken a liking to dragons, they were generally noble; and held great honor. Rema deterred her, so she spoke up. "If you wish to fight, I shall fight against you, or with you. If the other two will not," She said, wondering what the dragon's response would be.
((This post is extremely suckish.))
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 12:28:23 GMT -5
(Halfblood you should try get into the chat room? X3)
Kaen didn't expect the sudden change in situation, especially with the new guy coming into the fight. He didn't want a fight fair in numbers more of skills, than again, the new person didn't seem like a normal human. No matter how he looked at him, there wasn't much human in him.
"If anything I prefer to fight by myself, if anything else I'll go with Rema, but you'll be near the third or last on the list." Kaen responded.
(OOC: I really can't think of anything)
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 7, 2009 12:43:56 GMT -5
(where is it? I was surprised when I found it gone ._.) Rorik grinned at the reluctant reply he got from the man. He was careful not to reveal his teeth though, no need to let the threesome in on anything else...although the pureblood seemed to already know.. He nodded in acknowledgement to his words and stepped over to the one who stood on two feet. The dragon held out his hand, enjoying the fact that his fingers were considered unnaturally long in this body. He wasn't used to being considered tall, especially within his own race. A mellow grin held its own on his face as he introduced himself to the group. "Call me Rorik." He said, elegance present in his tone. After he shook the pureblood's hand, he looked over at the wolf and smiled a brighter smile. "What fun! A human who would rather be an animal. Ironic that I would want the complete opposite?" Rorik patted the wolf's head, his smile vibrant as he did so. He didn't even mind that she was glaring at him, he could protect himself.
Rorik looked over to the man, his smile fading so it was merely just a simple shadow upon his features. "Alright, perfect. The pureblood nature creepers versus the um...mutts?" He inhaled, the scent of Kaen finally tagging a race in his mind. An undead? How curious. Rorik looked back to Artemesia and his smile returned full throttle. "What do you say? Partners?"
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Post by Erik on Jun 7, 2009 13:15:29 GMT -5
Artemesia gladly shook the dragon's hand, listening to his introduction. "My name is Artemesia, but you may call me what you like. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rorik." she stated bluntly, looking as Rorik left to go annoy Rema. "Screw off!" Rema snarled, attempting to bite his hand as it descended on her head. Only to fail miserably. She growled, listening to Rorik's claims on the battle. She snarled at the mere mention of mutt, who was he calling a mutt? "I'll rip your throat out," Rema murmured, looking at Artemesia.
Artemesia faintly smiled, before nodding to Rorik's question. "But of course," she replied, walking up to him; stopping at his side. This would be an interesting fight, none the less. Rema quickly got up, jumping to Kaen's side. Artemesia just sighed, rolling her eyes. "Lets make this interesting, shall we?" She asked quietly toward Rorik, attention turned to Kaen and Rema.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 13:34:53 GMT -5
Bending over, Kaen lifted up his sword, he didn't plan on unsheathing it, if he could help it. How was this going to work, hopefully Rema can learn a few things in this fight. While he mainly wanted to keep the new contestant at bay. This was indeed getting interesting, changing his battle stance, he stood prepared for whatever the two had out for them.
"Well, I would prefer not to draw a sword if I can help it," Kaen said, now slowly but surely began to walk towards the two.
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 7, 2009 21:01:23 GMT -5
"Good, good. Man's weapons are so stupid anyway. Who needs to fight with a stick when you've got the gifts of nature on your side anyway?" He smirked, winking at Artemesia. "Victory will come easy today my dear." The growling wolf did not phase him, as he straightened himself into a quite comfortable fighting stance. His mouth was lined in his burning poison, the substance making his own tongue tingle in protest. Rorik spat, the liquid hit the ground bluntly, and the ground began to crackle as the venom seeped through it. He chuckled once, casually cracking his back muscles, which made numerous popping noises as he arched.
"We shall allow the lesser party the first move, so please begin." He threw a side glance at his new partner. "I know we just met, but please don't be a disappointment, I very much hate to lose." Rorik grinned happily, his hands behind his back in a casual manner as the wind took strands of his hair, the dragon's blood glinting in the sunlight as soon as it was caught in the current as well. The dragon focused his deep golden eyes upon the two opponents, and a malicious smile danced across his face in preparation.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 21:19:12 GMT -5
Kaen frowned, poison, looks like he'll be dealing with the man himself, Rema isn't ready for this complex situation. Jolting towards Rorik, he practically slammed into the guy. He still didn't draw his sword though, even though all his senses screamed at him to do so. If he did fight back like that, someone is going to wind up dead, thats always his luck. He won't let go, even if this guy turned into a dragon or something.
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Post by Erik on Jun 7, 2009 21:35:00 GMT -5
Rema followed Kaen's actions, she lunged and attacked as he; only with the other foe. She bared her fangs toward Artemesia, sure as hell she'd knock her down this time. This, of course, caused Artemesia to sigh. She nodded to Rorik's comments before shifting into her animal form, quickly knocking Rema over. Rema hit the ground with a loud thud, causing the brute to slightly whimper. With that, she checked up on her partner whom was fighting with Kaen. She sighed, seeing Kaen had a tight grip on him. She quickly sprang at Kaen, crashing into his side with enough force to at least slightly phase him, before jumping back. She wouldn't take all of Rorik's fun away, especially at seeing Rema get right back up.
"Die, mutt!" Artemesia rolled her eyes, again with the name calling? Rema sure as hell didn't give up, did she?
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Post by Halfblood on Jun 7, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
Rorik welcomed the help, but was glad she backed off when she did. As the man before him staggered, Rorik let out a mute hiss as he thrust his leg forward, connecting with the man's chest. He didn't put much force behind it, so the man didn't move much, but his foot was pressed firmly into the other's flesh. "What a nice way to introduce ourselves yes? I don't truly understand why you humans are so in tune to this violence stuff, but it sure has gotten me hooked." He grinned, bearing his teeth this time, thier sharp edges making him seem almost shark-like. Rorik forced his leg to move, using enough strength to make the man stumble, and also cause the dragon himself to flip midair before coming down to a landing three feet before him. Sure, having no shoes seemed like a disadvantage, but Rorik hated wearing shoes, they felt so...unnatural. He could barely tolerate clothing.
Rorik charged forward, his fist whistling through the air as he aimed for the undead's chin, not knowing if he could crack bone that was entwined with magic. Gotta try. He grimaced as he missed once. "I have to hand it to you, you're faster then most humans." He smirked as he tried for contact again.
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Post by Soul Meister on Jun 7, 2009 21:54:01 GMT -5
"I wish I was just a simple human," Kaen responded.
The punch connected, but it didn't faze him one bit. Perhaps part of his skull cracked along with it. It was turn however, grabbing hold of Rorik's shoulders, he approached with a welcoming headbutt. His eyes remained dead set at the target. Knowing damn well that it was practically two against one.
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