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Post by ferabird on Apr 7, 2007 10:13:46 GMT -7
It was a night fit for neither man nor beast- rain descending in heavy sheets that were so strongly whipped by the wind as to strike like needles. A human might have called it hellish- periodic flashes blinding the eyes as lightning reached it's deadly fingers across the sky and down to the earth. Not only that- but thunder rolled with the consistancy of a malicious growl. It was as though the storm itself were alive, pressing itself mercilessly on any fool enough to brave it. What sort of fool would purposefully go out in such a mess? A grounded beast suffered the risk of all but drowning as the rain dropped upon them in curtains, little flash-floods of rushing water potentially dragging their feet from beneath them. And the avians? Let us not even start! Some foolish creature though was being whipped about by the winds- his growing body still small against the backdrop of sheer darkness. It was the streaks of lightning that made him visible, the light enough to make his golden-sailed wings glow and shine each time they snapped open to harness the power of the tempest. Kaedaj would have been called a fool by his father for attempting what he did- using the storm to strengthen the beat of wings and test his ability to navigate the inconsistant gusts of wind that seemed to come from every direction. Now and then a sheet of air would hit him with the force of another body- knocking him near to stunned and forcing him into a half-controlled plummet as muscular fore-limbs flailed for control. Always though he recovered- a screech of victory lofted to the heavens. Finally though the insanity would end, the black-furred chiroptae riding a current of air to perch atop the relative safety of one of the numerous crumbling masoleums. And what did he do, of all things? He sang... He sang with a confident bellow that his mother might never have found propelled from her lungs. He was young- but Kaedaj rapidly approached adulthood. "Where were you hiding?
When the storm broke-
When the rain began to fall-
When the thunder and the lightning struck-
And the rain and the four winds did howl!" |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 10:34:09 GMT -7
 Only through the lightning flashes could her small structure be seen. Her white paws carried the fearful creature through the storms. Being half paranoia she was scared, scared like heck. But she must overcome this, if she was to not be a lowly Puppet. If only she had inheritade her mothers genious! She could feel her lungs swell up with water as she was hyperventalating(sp?). Now she regretted her brave decision. "No, I must be brave." Oh how she wished she couldn't be a lowly puppet. Crackle! It seemed the thunder was cackling at her fear. She jumped slightly at every cackle of thunder. Ibasine could feel the storm upon her, waiting for the perfect chance like an ambush predator. She put her head down and ran blindly with her eyes closed. Oh how she wished her brother was here, she always felt so safe with him. Her father was strong, and her mothers vioce could soothe a rock. Only beautiful singing could snap her back to the real world. She slid to a stop. "Where is that coming from?" she snapped her head up at the figure above. Was it friend or foe? The powerful drive of instinct told her to hide. Her stubborn will said to be strong! "Hello Stranger!" she yelled over the thunder. As another lightning flashed over the horizon, and she could make out a bebe her age. |
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Post by Jenn on Apr 7, 2007 11:09:08 GMT -7
 Sergej sat huddled in one of the confession booths of the old abandoned church, his fur blessedly dry as the winds of a torrential downpour howled outside the church like a cacophony of demons. With no Church or mate to call his own, he lived alone in this place, sleeping in a confessional during the day and hunting Euclides at night. The booth was filled with old curtains and fabrics that he had found strewn about the church when he first arrived. It made a small, comfortable bed that he could curl up on and feel safe that he would be undisturbed until he awoke for the evening. This night, however, was not one for hunting. Few if any Euclides would be out and about in weather like this, and he was unwilling to brave it himself when he was unlikely to come upon any demons to slay. For now he stayed where he was, full enough from the previous night’s meal of vegetables that he could go without until it was safe to venture outdoors once more. The storm woke him earlier when it first began and he had been content to stay and doze until now. Suddenly, another noise added itself to the howling of the wind. Unlike its fierce counterpart, however, this sound came from a living creature. Sergej’s ears instantly pricked forward and his body tensed, the sound filtering in from one of the broken windows far above and through the wood of the confessional loud enough for him to recognize the species of its vocalist. Just barely, he could hear the Euclide singing. A growl rose up from the bottom of his gut, traveling up and out to eventually become a snarl. One of those cursed creatures dared to sully church ground once more, even with the force of a heaven-brought storm to act as a deterrent?! The outrage! He stood and bolted out of the barely cracked door in one smooth movement, reaching the doors of the church within seconds. From there, he could look out upon the graveyard and see one small Euclide of the winged variety sitting perched atop a mausoleum and singing loud enough that surely even Amunuku could hear him. As he watched, another small figure ran at full speed for the same mausoleum, shouting words that he couldn’t make out over the wind and thunder of the storm. His hackles rose and the skin of his muzzle pulled back, revealing predatory canine teeth. Whatever this pair was planning in the secrecy of a stormy night, he would stop them before they could carry it out. His mind focused solely on the pair, he left the shelter of the church and slunk low to the ground, moving slowly between tombstones until he was only a dozen feet away from the land-bound Euclide. He stopped moving and lay still, evening out his breathing and looking for the perfect opportunity to pounce and rend the foul creature limb from limb. |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 11:27:31 GMT -7
(Jenn your a great roleplayer, welcome to the boards. I have a pretty Secret Amuni that would like to meet him.)
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Post by ferabird on Apr 7, 2007 11:28:26 GMT -7
Like some hellish beast or fallen angel- Kaedaj revelled in the storm. Taloned feet gripping tightly the decorative stone upon the very edge of the masoleum's roof, he dared flare completely his shining wings. How wrong was it for a creature so inherently evil to looked as though they were limned in heaven's glow? The hail from below draws finally the focus of colorless eyes, ears swivelling and pivoting like twin radars. There was little to hear above the cacomphany of the storm- but chiroptae (of all breeds) prided themselves in their alertness. PArticularly in the dead of night! To the rain-soaked and shiverring creature below he offers another hellish screech- the pitch of his cry meant to startle those about him into second-thoughts. "Hello- little lost one!" he answers. He may be no adult- but he was stil older! He was growing... "You are either a fool or brave to join me!" Why not jeer faintly at the misfortune of the other youngling? At least he wasn't scampering about aimlessly as she had mere moments before! "Come and seek shelter!" he'd cry next, inviting the little canid into the masoleum whilst clever ears tracked the progress of the vibrantly-furred amuni. Oh-ho! So another of them wanted to come after him? He'd not been afraid of the feline that had fought him the first time, and he'd not be afraid now. As for trying to get the other child into the masoleum? It would make her easier to defend. If his father had taught him anything- it was to sow alliances wherever he may. Should she comply or not, he'd dive once more into the roar of the storm with a blood-curdling screech, seeking to arrow rather neatly just above the older intruder and goad his attention. He'll of course accomodate for the canine's ability to jump after him, hardly fool enough to fly so low as that! Once more he'll sweep into song- looking to anger the stalking amuni. "When I find the living a bore- there's a place I go!
I answer the call,
Go over the wall,
Where the crosses are all in a row...." |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 11:45:15 GMT -7
Another crackle of the storm. Iba's eyes grew larger and her inheritade pupil grew smaller. Her muscles tensed, she wanted to go home. She would not let her paranoia side take over. Not now.
Even through her canine-water proof coat she was still deadly cold. It felt like the sky itself was a demon, trying to make her fail. fail. She would not fail, Iba could not be satisfied with being a puppet.
"Its nice to meet you sir!" Iba yelled over the howling winds. The winds seemed to want to drown out her vioce. "I prefer brave sir." she dipped her head. "I am Ibasine, daughter of Nebika and Jarukean." she said proudly. Her tail wagged, but the wind beated agianst it.
She hasitated at his invitation. It could be a trap. Oh now she was being paranoid again! "Thank you, might I add you have a lovely vioce." She noted. Ibasine may had not inheritade her mothers genious but she did have her creative opus. She herself found joy in singing. It was like another world in which she was not scared, and forgot about her rank.
Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine. Not the kind on a cold winter mourning, the kind like your being watched. She snapped her head back to see something blue. She was still in fright. To scared to even move. Her mouth moved, but there was no words. She could only rely on this chiroptae whom shes never met before.
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Post by Jenn on Apr 7, 2007 12:05:22 GMT -7
((Thank you Silvertip! <3 You have no idea how much the compliment means. I haven’t gotten a chance to RP properly like this in a while. You have only to poke me via PM or AIM and we can work something out between them.))
Watching the pair of Euclide converse only angered Sergej further. Foolish things, did they think their codes and word-play would work on him? He knew that they were up to something, even if he wasn’t sure as to the particulars, and he wouldn’t stand for it. They would reap no reward from their actions, especially not on the hallowed ground of the church graveyard. By the end of this night, he would hopefully have slain them both. Two in one night wasn’t shabby by any means, even if he could now see that both of them were younglings. He silently thanked Amunuku for that blessing. If they had been adults, he doubted he could have taken the pair of them on his own with no Church to back him.
Besides, killing the demon spawn before they had a chance to grow fully to adulthood was always best. That way, they would never grow into their destiny as bloodthirsty murderers and he could spare the world one more force of evil. Surely God would be pleased with his efforts.
His muscles tensed further as the winged Euclide took flight, swooping down and releasing a blood-curdling screech that caught his attention more surely than a bolt of lightning hitting the ground beside him. Above, the chiroptae swooped and dove right over him. Snarling, he sprung once for the child, jaws snapping futilely at the air. No good. He would have to wait for the flier to properly ground himself if he was going to snag him.
The little female, on the other hand...the raucous being made by the demon above distracted him initially, and even now he had to split his attention to be certain that grasping feet didn’t get too close. The blank, terrified stare of the creature enraged him beyond belief. How dare it play the role of an innocent! To what lows was it willing to stoop so young?! With a snarl, he lunged forward.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 7, 2007 12:22:37 GMT -7
Kaedaj, it seems, exists purely to aggrivate the self-righteous amuni! Rather pleased with his display regardless of the battering winds, he'll continue to dive, flaring his wings only just out of range of a good lunge, swipe, or snap. A sadistic key accompanies his song- which he of course continues! "Mind the trees- get down on my knees.
There's a hole in the gate!
I look around that I won't be found-
And sit down next to his grave!" On and on the infuriating taunting continues, the little chiroptae forced to bide his time. One can hardly attack a beast two to three time their size while it's watching you! Finally it's the lunge for the girl that gives him the opening he desires- this time intent on using pain to draw the hunter away from his irritatingly motionless prey. Whilst the canine sprawls into the lunge- the little bat folds tightly his wings to his sides. With the wind at his back, he drops like a hurtled stone. And a stone didn't have to be large to hurt! Coming from a back angle to avoid being spotted- he'll strike as he'd seen predatory birds do. With his weight and speed used to add strength to the motion, he'd do something halfway between a punch and a rake of his taloned feet. At the rate he was going he'd probably collide hard with the back of the amuni's skull, toes splayed as he flared his wings in an attempt to leave painful red grooves between his ears before the wind jerked on his open sails near-painfully to send him up and out of reach again. Now- even if he succeeds this may not stop the canine from his pre-decided action, but hopefully he'd be shocked enough by the strike to deviate from his target. Nasty little bugger, ain't he? Nevermind the following screech of glee if he succeeds, one bloodied paw lofting if that's the case so that he could lap at the stains of red before the pounding rains sluiced it away. (And since I guess I didn't make it clear in the post- he won't dive until after he's done with the singing. It'd give him away... and stuff.... >_>) |
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 12:36:59 GMT -7
Iba was still rooted to the ground. Her white eyes widend as the Chiroptae harassed the Amuni. She felt so weak.... Her breathing was thin and scarce. She was completely still. Not even the cackle of thunder could make her flinch.
Frightened eyes watched the scene unfold. The young chiroptae singing and swooping, the amuni leaping and snapping. It all seemed like a morbid game. Those two creatures was all she could see. She could hear-or pay any attention to the thunder, lightning, or rain. Just those two.
When the amuni faced her the trance was broken. As the powerful creature leaped towards her she closed her eyes, ready for whatever wraith he could unleash unto her. Her head was low and faced away to the side. She didn't even notice her guardian aiming for an attack.
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Post by Jenn on Apr 7, 2007 13:12:14 GMT -7
The nasty, sadistic song being sung by the flying chirpotae only served to anger Sergej further. When he lunged, however, the tone of that music changed, a sensation caught by his sensitive canine ears. The pitch moved, increased in volume, until he felt a set of fiendishly sharp talons dig into the fur and flesh of his head and rake. He was too far into his leap to change direction or twist and try to catch the flier now, pain exploding behind his ears. The creature escaped from his attack unscathed, claws likely dripping with fresh blood as he rose, while the Amuni was left with a few nasty, jagged gashes and displaced fur. Later, when he could think on it, he would be grateful that his ears themselves escaped without injury.
Foul demon spawn from Hell! he thought with a pained snarl, the sound of which was quite audible. If he had any way to do so, the evil little beast would pay dearly for his sins. In the meantime, he was still on target, though his focus was broken.
Though the blow rocked him and sent a network of pain slamming into his head, bringing about an instant headache from the impact, the creature had hit him from behind and not altered the direction of his leap. He slammed into the other young Euclides with his full body weight, jaws open in an attempt to snap up a limb.
The rain continued to pound, both cleansing his wound and causing him immense pain as drops smacked into the gashes and mingled with the bloody fur. He was now fully soaked through. Not an inch of him was left dry, but the storm played second fiddle to the duty before him now. Slay the demons for the glory of God and rid the world and the humans of their parasitic malice. The demon in front of him would make an excellent start.
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Post by ferabird on Apr 7, 2007 13:26:02 GMT -7
Predictably indeed, the little part-vampire's bloodlust was roused not only by the successful strike, but by the coppery tang in his maw. If anything it goaded him into greater foolishness than he'd participated in already, wing-arms given a mere beat or two before again he dove. This time the nasty little fellow comes from the side, purposefully aiming further back in an attempt to stay out of range of the canine's powerful jaws. Once more it's like a stone he falls, no song present to warn the amuni in advance.
Again if sucess came- the first concern was the power with which he struck. This time the brave little chiroptae was aiming to hit just behind the shoulders, the strength of the motion meant to shove the self-righteous promise-type from atop his fellow euclides. He wasn't trying this time to open painful gashes again- but he probably hooked a bit of skin half-intentionally. Were that the case it'd be little better than a scratch.
And if they survived this.... Oh! She owed him! She owed him a lot!
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 13:38:19 GMT -7
Expecting the Amuni's teeth upon her instead of his weight on her tiny body she leg out a larg 'hmmph!" at his weight. She clentched the earth, trying to pull herself up. But shes a Puppet, a weak, weak puppet.
Her head jerked to face the blue canines face. Her eyes were wide with horror and her ears pinned back in submission. She made a small squealing noise. "Mama! Makeaja!" If only her cannibal babysitter was here. He'd never let this Amuni hurt his charges. never.
(ooc:I'm tempted to bring my cannibal in. Sorry for the sucky post theres not much to post about under the torso of an amuni.)
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Post by Jenn on Apr 7, 2007 14:19:13 GMT -7
It would take the flying menace at least a moment to right himself from his haphazard rise into the air from a full dive, and a moment more to coordinate himself enough to make another dive. In that time, Sergej forcefully ignored the pain in his skull, the blood that seeped down his neck and flowed onto his muzzle, and focused on doing as much damage to the young girl as he could. He had a strong feeling that the other child would be attacking again, but he had at least a short while to potentially incapacitate this one before that happened. Her cries for help – or reinforcements, more like – left him completely unmoved.
Intent as he was on doing damage, the second dive didn’t catch him by surprise, but he wasn’t paying enough attention to know from whence it would come or be able to prepare for it. The blow came and hit one of his shoulder blades, not quite making it between them, the force of it pushing him down and almost on his side. It probably squished a part of his victim under him as well.
As he fell, he moved quickly enough to turn the motion into a partial turn-around and reached out with his jaws in a snap, aiming for any part of the Euclides that he could reach and use to drag him closer. Unlike a flying rake, a full-on body slam required the creature to put his weight into it and he would have to take off properly this time, rather than just catch the wind and swoop away.
”You will die by my hand, creatures of evil!” he shouted as he reached for Kaedaj.
((Just so long as Sergej survives this encounter and isn't mortally wounded, I'll be fine with anyone brought in, on either side. Heh. So long as they have a reasonable RP excuse for being out in the mess of weather you described.))
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Post by silvertip on Apr 7, 2007 14:32:19 GMT -7
(Ok, he has a good reason. I'll wait to see what Fera says.)
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Post by ferabird on Apr 7, 2007 15:15:33 GMT -7
(I don't mind who you bring in, as long as they have a reason to be there. I'm not trying to kill anyone ^_^ And the conflict will be... interesting. Bwahahah! *coughcough* >_> Besides- having an adult euclides show up should be prompt enough for teh amuni to run away- leaving us all alive.)
Indeed- it takes time to reorient and whatnot! There'd be time for the ruthless canid to worry at his captured prey- though in the end he likely wouldn't have time enough to un-squish her and get her into range for a killing strike. Meanwhile he would have congratulated himself for bringing down a far larger opponent.... but that's about when said opponent's muzzle whipped about to catch at him.
A shame he didn't have a lovely coat like his father. No- that would have filled his mouth nicely without doing the little chiroptae any harm. As it was- the brightly-colored amuni snagged a half-flared wing and dangerously risked the golden sail with his massive canines. In displeasure, the little chiroptae folds his own ears to preserve them. And pulling upon the heritage of his mother (a requiem) he'll use what knowledge he had of projecting his voice to boost a downright head-splitting shriek. Seeing as the canine was bleeding and aching already from the strike to his head- this should hopefully boost the pain to a full-blown migraine.
But why?
Hopefully he (the amuni) would yelp his pain, thusly releasing the young vampire's wing. If he managed to come out without a hole in his wing-sail he'd immediately take off. If the wing was compromized however he'd latch on the the ruff of thick fur on the back of the canine's neck- less than eager to get mauled.
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