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Who: Viral [
shark_cat] and Moon Ha-Neul [
foxyvengeance]
What: They're vortex'd from a game, where they were both effected by Veritaserum. In the game they were unable to hurt each other, but had been trying their damnest. When they get vortex'd out, and well...yeah. BATTLE TIME!
When: May 17th
Where: Viral's Tent
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Vulgar language, blood, violence.
Red Text = Viral
Black Text = Moon Ha-Neul
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*reappears all disorientated, in the same positions* ....
----!!!!!!!
...*BITES*
-----URGH! *bites him back, latching onto his wrist like a vice*
GUH--! *cringes and bites down harder*
*snarls* Little bitch.
Fucking cat--! *lets go and chomps down on her shoulder again, compromising position is compromising*
I'm not a cat, you ignorant---! *hey, the shock collar is off! And the leash!* *jerks away from the bite, or tries to, digging in with her teeth harder and ignoring their position. Has wrestled too often in her day*
*keeps his jaw clamped down, just tearing her shoulder up a bit when she tries to move. He tries to yank his arm away from her mouth* LET GO! *He wraps his other hand around her neck*
*flexes the muscles in her neck--noticeably straining, finally releasing his arm and instead lunging. Trying to be the one on top because hello, dominatrix? Refuses to be the bitch. D< BITEBITEBARK.*
Guh--! *he unclamps his jaw and winces, pressing down on her neck and digging his claws into her neck while trying to keep her down. He bites again, higher up on her shoulder, growling*
*nxgsdlahsdglkahsdgalsgdhlg;* Get away from my neck, filth! *bucks furiously, GTF off*
No. *snarls and moves his hand away, pushing it down onto her shoulder and biting her neck, hard. Is aiming to kill.*
*oh, that won't be enough to kill, but certainly enough to set her off. Has serious issues with submission and dominance, but then again, the reflex is.... Goes LIMP, breathing harshly and glassy-eyed. Whimper-growls desperately and gives a weak push at his shoulders*
*surprised by her reaction, his bite goes slack for a moment before chomping down again* STOP THAT!
*opens mouth, but is having some serious trouble forming a coherent sentence and manages to make a breathy snarl, lightly twitching past the waves of pain emanating from the still-open cut on her neck. The others have already healed*
*pulls away from her neck and licks the blood off his lips, glaring at her, he notices the healed cuts and looks irritated* Goddamnit!
*--good, he's OFF the neck* *shudders violently and shoves at his shoulders. Using most of her brute strength, which isn't something to scoff at* NEVER GO THERE!
*stumbles off her and hisses* LIKE I CARE WHAT YOU THINK! *lunges for her neck again*
*this time rolls in time to the side, lifting herself body into a crouch and howling furiously. As she shrieks the wound on her neck has already begun healing, and she digs her claws into the ground* Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you...
*he catches himself before going to far and spins around, digging his claws into her arm and attempting to yank her forward, snarling* No, fuck YOU!
*stumbles, luckily for him, still dazed by the neck biting-- which to be fair hasn't been done since when the incubus of the Room forced himself on her; even then, not enough to really affect her senses like this. Is grabbed, growls loudly and slashes at his hand*
*was about to make another move when she hits him. He yelps in pain, pulling his hand away, but quickly retaliates and lunges at her again, latching onto her neck--since he knows it bothers her* *snarls*
!! *aaand goes slack again, breath exploding out of her. Knees buckle, sinking down and going slack-jawed at the...the numbness. In her limbs.*
...*secretly sort of likes the feeling of power--which he usually doesn't have. He grins and bites down harder, growling*
*would have collapsed, actually, if he weren't inadvertently supporting her weight from the biting? Growls weakly and tries to move up her arms enough to push against him and reject the submission trigger*
*pushes her backwards to he doesn't have to hold her up anymore, and he sinks his teeth as deep as he can into her neck before suddenly letting go and backing off, looking flustered* ...
*bleeding like hell, and hating every moment of it-- but apparently the numbness extends to her mind as well as her body and she can't find the strength to physically reject his presence. Only REALLY breathes once he's off of her, struggling to rise onto her knees, at least. Manages to move a little before collapsing again*
*sits afar from her, still looking confused and flustered--realizes that once she gets her strength back she'll kick his ass, and he should probably try to finish her off before it's too late.* ...
*Idiot. Will just come back if you kill her, and then fully healed and prepared to kick/burn some ass...*
*True, but at least he'd get his revenge for last time. He sits down with his legs cross and rests his hands on his knees* ...
*Would then kill you, and the cycle would repeat itself... In any case, is just getting the feeling back into her hands and rotates them in agitation, trying to get the rest of her body to obey.* Y-you...
*smirks* I know your weakness.
You'll never... get close enough again.
I doubt that. *smirks and unfolds his legs, standing up, tempted*
Not after today, worm. *watches him warily, able to at least lift herself slightly off the ground if she balances on her hands*
Don't call me worm, cat, or I'll bite you again.
Don't call me cat, worm, or I'll do my damned best to set you on fire where you stand.
*falters slightly* Don't you fucking dare.
Don't... come near me. Do you like being hurt?
I'll do whatever I wa-- *blurts it out* Yes--wait--NO! *stumbles back a bit*
.......... You do? *scowls at him, managing a sitting position*
*sneers, biting his bottom lip* ...I didn't mean to say that.
You did. *stares consideringly, can actually wave her tails to express curiosity now. Hopes he doesn't do something stupid like try to bite her again, because that would just suck.*
*sits back down and crosses his legs* No I didn't. *weak growl*
*straightens a little now that he isn't approaching her, breath evening out* But you did anyway. Hum.
Apparently. *Oh god, oh god!* *glances over at her* ...
........... *stares back intently, communicating general KEEPTHEFUCKAWAY vibes through her eyes*
...*narrows his eyes at her and licks the blood off his lips*
*Gaze immediately flicks there. Flares a little in shock at the surreality of seeing her own blood on someone else's lips-- usually the other way around. Growls lowly.*
*smirks* You going to move or what?
... My legs are being uncooperative, thanks to you. *disdainfully*
*small grin* It's that effective, huh?
It hasn't been done before, and it's supposed to be. *has used it too many times to count when her Nine Tail summons got... unruly* Stop smiling like a fool.
*sneers* I'll do whatever I fucking want, cat. *stands back up*
You sound like a broken toy. Can you say anything else? *watches him, attempting to get the feeling back in her legs--partially succeeds, and wiggles her toes*
*rolls his eyes* It's nice being able to do what I want for onc--*sneers, stupid truth...thing* *He's not sure if he wants her to be able to get up again--he doesn’t want to be burned*
Oh? Are you someone's bitch half the time? *sneers right back. Would love to get back up again, if only to be able to stand and LEAVE.*
No. I work for a general. *frowns and takes a few steps towards her*
........ *is served by generals, or was, before the Room dragged her here* Come one step closer and I will set this tent aflame.
*stops* ...I fucking hate fire. I won't bite your neck again.
Good. Know your place. *looks beyond him at the tent wall, stiffly. Flicks a tail in agitation*
*walks over and plops down beside her, sneering* Don't talk to me like you're my general--because you're not.
If I'd lower myself to the status of general, I doubt I would make you my soldier. *eyes him viciously, disliking the proximity*
*flinches as if she hit a soft spot* I'm good at my job. *narrows his eyes and bares his teeth*
-.... I wonder. *doesn't know when to stop, so just make it glaringly obvious at what point she should.*
...wonder what? *keeps his eyes narrowed*
I just doubt it. You wield a cleaver, for Odin's sake...
*confused look* What's my weapon have to do with it?! I don't usually use that for fighting--I have Enkidu. *now sounds offended* I'm one of the highest ranks before General!
*despite herself, snickers a little at his offended pride. Curls a tail around her thighs out of habit more than actually being cold; which, to be fair, is impossible for her.* Enkidu iiiiis?
My Gunman. *glances at her tail*
.... *sees, flicking another two or three at him. Goodness knows she has more than enough.* Gunman?
*flinches slightly, reminded of Adiane* It's a robot--I fight in it.
.....what the hell is a robot? *frowns contemplatively at the flinch, wondering*
...*thinks of how to explain this* It's...like a giant weapon you ride in.
You ride in a shotgun? *>>*
Something like that. It's more of a combat machine. *glances at her tails again, curiously*
--....... *is reminded of Kiel Hyre's monstrous form, thinks she might understand, if only a little* Ah.
... *follows his stare. Then flicks her eyes back up to his face warily*
Hm. *responds by squinting one of his eyes, awkward, he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands* I like your tails--
.............................. Did I bite your head? *stare stare stare*
...eh? *confused/surprised look* No...
You just said you liked my tails. Are you addled? *blunt, if nothing else*
No...what, fine, I don't like them. Happy? *small glare*
Not particularly. *rolls her eyes, a little amazed at how calm she is compared to... a few minute ago. Testily flicks a tail at his face*
*sneers for a moment before flinching slightly at her tail* Stop that.
............ *Smirks. Does it again, this time with two tails*
*doesn't flinch as much--because he was basically expecting it, but he shoots a glare at her anyway* Stop it.
*Totally giving off that infuriating smug, superior air right now. Tails are waving innocently.* I beg your pardon.
*sneers* Stop flicking your tails at me. Or I'll bite you. *wonders for a moment why he's being so...blunt.*
You said you liked them. *gives a short laugh, the first time he's probably heard -anything- close enough to one. That didn't sound psychotic or even annoyed, that is.* You like being hurt, so I won't argue...
...*frowns* Not when they're flicking at me. *shoots her another glare at her last comment, wondering if that was an invitation*
Oh, sure. *Gives another eyeroll in return, then, smirking with clear fang poking out over her bottom lip. And no, that wasn't an invitation, just a threat.*
*grumbles, invitation, threat--same difference, in this case. He's not really sure what to do, so he just leers at her* ...
*.......stop doing that. Creepy.* ...
*sighs and picks at his teeth instead, looking at the far wall* I'm supposed to be killing you right now.
You already tried, Beast. I haven't even got a name for the trouble. *drops a not-so-subtle hint, sticking her nose into the air*
*sneers* I had more to do before you started acting all--all! *may be flushing, just a bit*
.... All what. Submissive? What did you expect?
...not that. *glances over* I was expecting more offense.
Then watch where you're biting, you fool, and take into account that you're dealing with a demon from the canis tree. *tails are waving again*
*glares* How the hell was I supposed to know it would still do that--I, guh! *grinds his teeth, just getting generally annoyed now*
*goes straight-backed, all primness* Cat got your tongue? *couldn't resist, sorry*
*smirks* I thought you were a canine? *sticks his tongue out, not in a childish manner, though, more like hanging it out* I'm the cat here.
that's while you smell like prey. *eyes the tongue, and then rolls her eyes--which she seems to do around him a lot, apparently.* Mature.
Don't get ahead of yourself--I'm part shark too. *frowns* Oh yeah, you're one to talk. *bares his teeth*
Oh, a halfbreed? *breezily, obviously not too concerned with aggravating him. In fact, seems to even enjoy it* ....
*flicks a tail one last time, smacking him on the nose* Guess my age. Go on.
*growls at her a bit--mostly at her tail as he snaps his teeth at it, but not really intending to bite. He eyes her up and down for a moment to come up with an age* 25?
*laughs for real, then, smirking viciously and a little smug* Go higher.
...35?
Higher. *examines her claws*
*giver her an odd look* You can't be older than 45...
Go on. *mockingly encouraging*
Just tell me. *frown*
2018. *how YOU doin*
*looks...surprised, to say the least* What--but how?!
I'm a demon. *still smirking*
Oh--hm. I don't know what that is.
....is that so? *LOOKS at him with narrowed eyes. The first time she's encountered someone unfamiliar with the term*
*gives her a "why are you looking at me like that?" sort of face* Yeah, why--should I?
.... you're the first I've *ever* met to say something like that.
...well sorry. *sneers, looking offended*
*TAILFLICK. But doesn't touch him, because biting =/= a happy Moonie.* A demon is a supernatural creature with unnatural strengths. If we aren't killed, we could live forever. Age is a measure of strength. *leer-growls, just a bit*
*small twitch* Oh--*frown* You must be strong then. *averts his eyes*
Most of the time. Apparently I've gotten soft. *a little bitterly, curling her tails around herself again*
*smirks* Oh, really? *opens his mouth as if he's about to bite something and then points to her shoulder* Do you always heal like that?
It's considered the norm for demons. If we didn't, the humans would have an easier time killing us. *growls lowly*
Oh. *sneers, doesn't heal like that. He prods at the bite marks on his wrist* I don't.
Obviously. *inhales the smell of blood, licking the back of a fang absently* Unfortunate for you.
Fft--I have a high pain tolerance, don't fucking pity me.
Pity? From my end? Don't think so lowly of me, Beast. *snorts violently*
*smirks* It's hard not to when you can't even afford to wear a pair of pants.
It's too much a bother to keep replacing them once they burn to a crisp. *snarls at him, baring her teeth* I have no need for human modesty.
Maybe not everybody else in the room wants to see. *sneers in disgust*
Why should I care what they or you think? You're unimportant. *flatout growling again*
I'm more important than those pathetic humans--! *growls* If I were back home and had Enkidu I'd--
But you don't have Enkidu. You're here and alone, just like I was. *turns up her nose in a ruthless sneer, bristling her tails* To me, you are irrelevant.
*small faulter at her first statement, frowns* I really don't give a damn about what I "am" to you. *sneers now*
Good for you, but it won't change the fact that your views on my dressing habits don't matter in the least. *contemplates smacking him across the face with a tail* ...
*growls* Fine, I don't care if you prance around looking like a naked monkey. *would be SO PISSED if she did. Do it.*
...Monkey, is it. *Does, doing her best to shove several hairs up his nostril*
...*SNEEZES* *pulls his face away and rubs his nose*
*Smug toothy smile.* What was that? *does it again, a little more forcefully*
*glares at her and sneezes again* Stop it.
Why should I~?
*CHOMPS down on her tail* *that's why :| *
!!! *HISSES. Plants her foot in his chest and shoves, snarling in agitation and akhsdghksdhg ow tails*
*lets go, mostly because the feel of fur in his mouth was DISGUSTING. He sputters and spits on the ground, coughing*
*bristles even more, foofing her tails out so they resemble bottlebrushes than cute fluffy things. Shakes the offended one, disliking the saliva staining the fur* Oh, that was smart.
*wipes his tongue off on his hand, growling* It hurt you, didn't it? Plenty worth it.
I could always burn you. *drops her voice, yes, that was a definite threat*
...*very hateful glare* Don't.
Give me a reason not to.. or try. *bristle bristle*
Because biting you isn't as painful as you burning me. *voice falters, just a bit*
....... *concedes, the fur on her tails lowering slightly. Flicks a yellow hair off her thigh*
*relieved, but doesn't really show it, he just deadpans and givers her a little sneer* Good.
Mind yourself. *sneers back, not one to back down usually-- so don't push your luck >:O*
*grumbles slightly--doesn't like to back down either, but...god he fucking hates burns*
*goes straight-backed, tilting up her chin stubbornly. Gives a warning glare*
*reminded very much of Adiane, so hangs his head subconsciously as if she were*
-... *what* *where's the fight*
*picks at the wrapping around his lower-leg, quiet because hey, Adiane's DEAD because of him*
... What is it now? *disturbed by the sudden submission, fo srs*
*oh wait, this isn't Adiane--! He glares up at her* Nothing.
I don't think so. *tailflick, this time more absently than in irritation* Tell me.
*gives her a "who the hell do you think you are?" look* No.
*gives HIM a "demon bitch who's got nothing to lose" look* Yes.
*deadpans* Fuck you.
I don't feel like it. Sorry. *turnsupnose*
...*looks offended, and flushes slightly* That's not what I meant, pervert!
Of course it wasn't. You're too easy to agitate. *SCREAMING HYPOCRITE*
Oh, and you're not? *since she has an abundance of tails--he slams his foot down on the nearest one*
You-- *NXCSKHGSDG* *the tail he's stepping on bursts into flame, the fire probably flicking and trying to crawl up Viral's ankle*
*yelps and pulls his foot away, patting the fire out with his hand, which also gets a little burned, but nothing serious* YOU--! YOU FUCKING-- AGAIN! *shaking with angerrrr*
Don't step on my tails, bitch! *Sparking, a little. Better hope nothing flammable is near her :T*
DON'T BURN ME! *holds his hand defensively, contemplating lunging at her*
YOU IDIOT. *spark spark sparking*
*curses the fact he doesn't have his cleaver--he scoots back* ...
*hackles raised, glares up at him from her crouch. Shaking out the hurt tail, most of them in fact lashing wildly*
*frowns and hangs his head again, realizing he'd rather behave than get his face burned off. Glares at his feet*
*Doesn't smirk, surprisingly, just bares her teeth and slowly drops into a cross-legged position.* Calmed?
Whatever. *rubs the singed part of his pants-leg*
That would be a yes. *tosses her hair, declining to mention how EASY he got off compared to what she could do.*
*curls his fingers* I'm not a fucking dog. *glares up at her*
That would hardly be an insult. *jerks her head in irritation at her own fox tails*
Unless I added tame, which to be honest... *eyes him*
...*offended look* I just don't feel like having my skin melted off again, idiot!
*Smirks more to display a full set of teeth, than anything else* I understand, you can't handle heat very well.
No--*grumbles* It's not something I was trained to deal with.
I could assist you. *lazily, enough that it almost DOESN'T seem like a threat. Lays on her back in a nonchalant gesture, as if to say she has nothing to worry about around him*
*clearly offended by this, he growls* Like I'll fall for that. *averts his eyes* ...
*smirks back, though he probably doesn't see it* Ah. You're smarter than you look.
*sneers* You underestimate me.
You don't seem capable of very much, and your smell... *waves her hand in front of her face mockingly*
*hangs his head again, sick of being pulled apart when she's not so far off. Lo and behold that truth potion is still working* You remind me too much of Adiane.
And what's she like? *semi-curiously, doesn't really care, not yet*
She despised me. *scratches the back of his neck*
wonder why? *directs this towards the ceiling* Perhaps if you weren't so reactionary. *like me |:*
*low growl* I did everything she said--she was my General. That's not the reason.
*...curious, now* Then why.
My other General was killed. *now sounding very angry at himself*
... *reminded of Inwe. Feels a flash of something that might be empathy but ignores it, steeling herself and looking at him consideringly* ?
Then I became her subordinate--and she felt it was my fault. That's all. *leaving things out*
....... nothing like them. *shakes her head and stares furiously at the tent wall, keeping her lips tightly shut so that she doesn't say anything she'll regret later*
Like who? *glances up*
Inwe, Ewin.--- *godDAMNit*
Uh..who're they?
*you know what, fuck resisting the stupid serum* Surrogate sons.
Oh...*arches and eyebrow and decides not to dwell deeper* Hmph. *feeling all powerless, sort of wishes he could bite her again :| *
Minutely grateful for the lack of privacy invading, at the very least.* It's not your business, though. *Try it and see what happens D<*
I didn't ask, don't get all fucking protective on me. *Might just if you piss him off enough*
I'm only telling the TRUTH. *...........................D<* You can't handle it?
I can--I didn't question it! *grooowls*
Sure, sure. Are you going to sprout wings and sing a little ditty for me next? *growls back, rising off the ground slightly*
The fuck is your problem?! *so confused! He sits up straight and uncrosses his legs*
I have plenty, but I don't think you're interested. *BRISTLES*
No particularly, no. *growls, curling his fingers*
*flexes her claws, making odd cracking noises. Unfolds herself from the floor and streeeeeetches, languid and dangerous*
Why don't we have a proper fight for once? *challenging her, yes, is an idiot*
If you want me to burn this tent down and bring it on our ears-- alright. Come at me, fool. *>C*
*shaking slightly, well aware this is a bad idea, he paces around her* ...
*activates Dire Heat, which is basically like coating herself with a transparent armor of shaking air. That is, touching = bad idea. :T*
*crouched~*
*braces himself and charges at her, aiming his claws at her neck*
*leaps backwards, landing on all fours and leering at him. Snarls in warning* You SHOULD know what this will entail.
*hesitates* ... *lunges down at her, still aiming for the neck*
*Blurs away again, reappearing on the opposite end of the tent. Is mocking him without words, on his slowness and the fact that she could fill this tent with fire within seconds* You really are a fool.
*stumbles forward and then spins around to face her again, he growls* Shut up. *charges at her again, extending his arm*
Fine. *lets his claws graze her shoulder, snarling at him and grabbing his wrist* *YOU CAN HAS HEAT*
*yelps and tries to yank his hand away* LET GO! *hisses and digs his other hand into her abdomen*
! *bends over the hand, growling and snapping her fangs to try and bite HIS abdomen. See how he likes it. Also, keeping up the furnace without fire*
*lets out a whimper--hate hate HATES being burned. He tries to move himself far enough away so he doesn't get bitten, but it's probably not far enough*
*if your claws are still in her gut (which won't heal until he removes the hand) then she's probably well within reach. Sinks her fangs into the skin over his hip, heat flaring*
*clenches his teeth and pulls his claws out of her gut, slapping her face away from his thigh. His other hand is still in her grip and he tries to wriggle it away. He's ready to try and lunge at her neck whenever she straightens back up*
*hisses, licking her lips to clean off whatever blood got on them as soon as he slaps her away. Refuses to let go of his wrist and if anything tightens her grip, rising to stare him dead in the eye*
*smirks through the pain in his hand, narrowing his eyes--he makes dive for her neck with his teeth*
!! Fuck-- *Not this again zxcgkhzalkhgsadl. Body goes slack, her hand loosening then just slipping away from his wrist. Pretty much just hangs there, glaring hazily at the wall behind him*
*shakes his hand off and rubs it against his side, trying to ease the pain. He sinks his teeth deeper into the neck--finds this to be a suitable cure for the insecurity she caused him*
*Hates this, hates it, already has ISSUES which are why she's so obsessed with dominance and the first place and now some Beast-elf-thing's got her helpless. Snarls weakly and plucks at whatever's closest, trying to stab but...*
*mutters into her neck* Not so fucking tough now, are you? *gnaws*
*hisses through her teeth, doing her best to at least support her own weight. The heat is... slowly dying out, since her control is spazzing and well.*
*lets go of her neck and takes a lick at the blood, looking damned cocky* *A winnar is me*
*and there go her knees, buckling. Stares at the floor, dazed but incredulous, disgusted at herself for being overtaken so easily. Isn't used to having to guard her neck, will probably up the defense around there a little more* *....whimper*
*doesn't feel in the least bit bad for her--didn't even feel bad at her eye falling out, I mean really* I told you once, I'll tell you again. You underestimate me.
Taking...advantage of my carelessness. Who wouldn't. *mumbling, since moving lips enough for more than growling is slightly difficult. Breathing in quick harsh gasps again and doing her best to maintain SOME motor control*
Carelessness can make you lose a lot more than you'd think. *sneers* Now get out.
Can't. *huffily, can barely STAND, wtf is wrong with you. Asshole*
*really just wanted to taunt her immobility* Oh, should I lead you out~?
Don't TOUCH me. *regaining balance, albeit... Very slowly, since he didn't bite her for as long this time*
*snickers, oh yes, POWER TRIP.* Well hurry the hell up.
*You'll regret this in the morning, bastard. No, really. You will. D<* I'll take my own damned time.
drag you out by all nine of your tails if you don't hurry the hell up. :|
Ahh? I hope you like fire. *sparks a little, a bit meager when compared to her usual fire, but enough to show that she's getting some control back* ...
*sneers* I can always bite you again.
Counterproductive.
But it'll piss you off. Productive enough.
*...rises to her knees, glaring up at him fiercely* Then try it. I swear I'll melt your face off.
*bares his teeth* Just hurry the hell up. *kicks his foot in her direction, but not trying to hit her*
*SNARLS. Obeys unwillingly, standing on shaky legs. But is standing, at least, and tries her luck at a limping sort of walk*
*watches, looking amused and cocky*
*can be such a fucking bastard*
*Bitch, knows tons of those. Plenty of her generals AND her second in command were bastards or worse. Exits the tent with her tails bristling*
shark_cat] and Moon Ha-Neul [
foxyvengeance]
What: They're vortex'd from a game, where they were both effected by Veritaserum. In the game they were unable to hurt each other, but had been trying their damnest. When they get vortex'd out, and well...yeah. BATTLE TIME!
When: May 17th
Where: Viral's Tent
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Vulgar language, blood, violence.
Red Text = Viral
Black Text = Moon Ha-Neul
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*reappears all disorientated, in the same positions* ....
----!!!!!!!
...*BITES*
-----URGH! *bites him back, latching onto his wrist like a vice*
GUH--! *cringes and bites down harder*
*snarls* Little bitch.
Fucking cat--! *lets go and chomps down on her shoulder again, compromising position is compromising*
I'm not a cat, you ignorant---! *hey, the shock collar is off! And the leash!* *jerks away from the bite, or tries to, digging in with her teeth harder and ignoring their position. Has wrestled too often in her day*
*keeps his jaw clamped down, just tearing her shoulder up a bit when she tries to move. He tries to yank his arm away from her mouth* LET GO! *He wraps his other hand around her neck*
*flexes the muscles in her neck--noticeably straining, finally releasing his arm and instead lunging. Trying to be the one on top because hello, dominatrix? Refuses to be the bitch. D< BITEBITEBARK.*
Guh--! *he unclamps his jaw and winces, pressing down on her neck and digging his claws into her neck while trying to keep her down. He bites again, higher up on her shoulder, growling*
*nxgsdlahsdglkahsdgalsgdhlg;* Get away from my neck, filth! *bucks furiously, GTF off*
No. *snarls and moves his hand away, pushing it down onto her shoulder and biting her neck, hard. Is aiming to kill.*
*oh, that won't be enough to kill, but certainly enough to set her off. Has serious issues with submission and dominance, but then again, the reflex is.... Goes LIMP, breathing harshly and glassy-eyed. Whimper-growls desperately and gives a weak push at his shoulders*
*surprised by her reaction, his bite goes slack for a moment before chomping down again* STOP THAT!
*opens mouth, but is having some serious trouble forming a coherent sentence and manages to make a breathy snarl, lightly twitching past the waves of pain emanating from the still-open cut on her neck. The others have already healed*
*pulls away from her neck and licks the blood off his lips, glaring at her, he notices the healed cuts and looks irritated* Goddamnit!
*--good, he's OFF the neck* *shudders violently and shoves at his shoulders. Using most of her brute strength, which isn't something to scoff at* NEVER GO THERE!
*stumbles off her and hisses* LIKE I CARE WHAT YOU THINK! *lunges for her neck again*
*this time rolls in time to the side, lifting herself body into a crouch and howling furiously. As she shrieks the wound on her neck has already begun healing, and she digs her claws into the ground* Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you...
*he catches himself before going to far and spins around, digging his claws into her arm and attempting to yank her forward, snarling* No, fuck YOU!
*stumbles, luckily for him, still dazed by the neck biting-- which to be fair hasn't been done since when the incubus of the Room forced himself on her; even then, not enough to really affect her senses like this. Is grabbed, growls loudly and slashes at his hand*
*was about to make another move when she hits him. He yelps in pain, pulling his hand away, but quickly retaliates and lunges at her again, latching onto her neck--since he knows it bothers her* *snarls*
!! *aaand goes slack again, breath exploding out of her. Knees buckle, sinking down and going slack-jawed at the...the numbness. In her limbs.*
...*secretly sort of likes the feeling of power--which he usually doesn't have. He grins and bites down harder, growling*
*would have collapsed, actually, if he weren't inadvertently supporting her weight from the biting? Growls weakly and tries to move up her arms enough to push against him and reject the submission trigger*
*pushes her backwards to he doesn't have to hold her up anymore, and he sinks his teeth as deep as he can into her neck before suddenly letting go and backing off, looking flustered* ...
*bleeding like hell, and hating every moment of it-- but apparently the numbness extends to her mind as well as her body and she can't find the strength to physically reject his presence. Only REALLY breathes once he's off of her, struggling to rise onto her knees, at least. Manages to move a little before collapsing again*
*sits afar from her, still looking confused and flustered--realizes that once she gets her strength back she'll kick his ass, and he should probably try to finish her off before it's too late.* ...
*Idiot. Will just come back if you kill her, and then fully healed and prepared to kick/burn some ass...*
*True, but at least he'd get his revenge for last time. He sits down with his legs cross and rests his hands on his knees* ...
*Would then kill you, and the cycle would repeat itself... In any case, is just getting the feeling back into her hands and rotates them in agitation, trying to get the rest of her body to obey.* Y-you...
*smirks* I know your weakness.
You'll never... get close enough again.
I doubt that. *smirks and unfolds his legs, standing up, tempted*
Not after today, worm. *watches him warily, able to at least lift herself slightly off the ground if she balances on her hands*
Don't call me worm, cat, or I'll bite you again.
Don't call me cat, worm, or I'll do my damned best to set you on fire where you stand.
*falters slightly* Don't you fucking dare.
Don't... come near me. Do you like being hurt?
I'll do whatever I wa-- *blurts it out* Yes--wait--NO! *stumbles back a bit*
.......... You do? *scowls at him, managing a sitting position*
*sneers, biting his bottom lip* ...I didn't mean to say that.
You did. *stares consideringly, can actually wave her tails to express curiosity now. Hopes he doesn't do something stupid like try to bite her again, because that would just suck.*
*sits back down and crosses his legs* No I didn't. *weak growl*
*straightens a little now that he isn't approaching her, breath evening out* But you did anyway. Hum.
Apparently. *Oh god, oh god!* *glances over at her* ...
........... *stares back intently, communicating general KEEPTHEFUCKAWAY vibes through her eyes*
...*narrows his eyes at her and licks the blood off his lips*
*Gaze immediately flicks there. Flares a little in shock at the surreality of seeing her own blood on someone else's lips-- usually the other way around. Growls lowly.*
*smirks* You going to move or what?
... My legs are being uncooperative, thanks to you. *disdainfully*
*small grin* It's that effective, huh?
It hasn't been done before, and it's supposed to be. *has used it too many times to count when her Nine Tail summons got... unruly* Stop smiling like a fool.
*sneers* I'll do whatever I fucking want, cat. *stands back up*
You sound like a broken toy. Can you say anything else? *watches him, attempting to get the feeling back in her legs--partially succeeds, and wiggles her toes*
*rolls his eyes* It's nice being able to do what I want for onc--*sneers, stupid truth...thing* *He's not sure if he wants her to be able to get up again--he doesn’t want to be burned*
Oh? Are you someone's bitch half the time? *sneers right back. Would love to get back up again, if only to be able to stand and LEAVE.*
No. I work for a general. *frowns and takes a few steps towards her*
........ *is served by generals, or was, before the Room dragged her here* Come one step closer and I will set this tent aflame.
*stops* ...I fucking hate fire. I won't bite your neck again.
Good. Know your place. *looks beyond him at the tent wall, stiffly. Flicks a tail in agitation*
*walks over and plops down beside her, sneering* Don't talk to me like you're my general--because you're not.
If I'd lower myself to the status of general, I doubt I would make you my soldier. *eyes him viciously, disliking the proximity*
*flinches as if she hit a soft spot* I'm good at my job. *narrows his eyes and bares his teeth*
-.... I wonder. *doesn't know when to stop, so just make it glaringly obvious at what point she should.*
...wonder what? *keeps his eyes narrowed*
I just doubt it. You wield a cleaver, for Odin's sake...
*confused look* What's my weapon have to do with it?! I don't usually use that for fighting--I have Enkidu. *now sounds offended* I'm one of the highest ranks before General!
*despite herself, snickers a little at his offended pride. Curls a tail around her thighs out of habit more than actually being cold; which, to be fair, is impossible for her.* Enkidu iiiiis?
My Gunman. *glances at her tail*
.... *sees, flicking another two or three at him. Goodness knows she has more than enough.* Gunman?
*flinches slightly, reminded of Adiane* It's a robot--I fight in it.
.....what the hell is a robot? *frowns contemplatively at the flinch, wondering*
...*thinks of how to explain this* It's...like a giant weapon you ride in.
You ride in a shotgun? *>>*
Something like that. It's more of a combat machine. *glances at her tails again, curiously*
--....... *is reminded of Kiel Hyre's monstrous form, thinks she might understand, if only a little* Ah.
... *follows his stare. Then flicks her eyes back up to his face warily*
Hm. *responds by squinting one of his eyes, awkward, he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands* I like your tails--
.............................. Did I bite your head? *stare stare stare*
...eh? *confused/surprised look* No...
You just said you liked my tails. Are you addled? *blunt, if nothing else*
No...what, fine, I don't like them. Happy? *small glare*
Not particularly. *rolls her eyes, a little amazed at how calm she is compared to... a few minute ago. Testily flicks a tail at his face*
*sneers for a moment before flinching slightly at her tail* Stop that.
............ *Smirks. Does it again, this time with two tails*
*doesn't flinch as much--because he was basically expecting it, but he shoots a glare at her anyway* Stop it.
*Totally giving off that infuriating smug, superior air right now. Tails are waving innocently.* I beg your pardon.
*sneers* Stop flicking your tails at me. Or I'll bite you. *wonders for a moment why he's being so...blunt.*
You said you liked them. *gives a short laugh, the first time he's probably heard -anything- close enough to one. That didn't sound psychotic or even annoyed, that is.* You like being hurt, so I won't argue...
...*frowns* Not when they're flicking at me. *shoots her another glare at her last comment, wondering if that was an invitation*
Oh, sure. *Gives another eyeroll in return, then, smirking with clear fang poking out over her bottom lip. And no, that wasn't an invitation, just a threat.*
*grumbles, invitation, threat--same difference, in this case. He's not really sure what to do, so he just leers at her* ...
*.......stop doing that. Creepy.* ...
*sighs and picks at his teeth instead, looking at the far wall* I'm supposed to be killing you right now.
You already tried, Beast. I haven't even got a name for the trouble. *drops a not-so-subtle hint, sticking her nose into the air*
*sneers* I had more to do before you started acting all--all! *may be flushing, just a bit*
.... All what. Submissive? What did you expect?
...not that. *glances over* I was expecting more offense.
Then watch where you're biting, you fool, and take into account that you're dealing with a demon from the canis tree. *tails are waving again*
*glares* How the hell was I supposed to know it would still do that--I, guh! *grinds his teeth, just getting generally annoyed now*
*goes straight-backed, all primness* Cat got your tongue? *couldn't resist, sorry*
*smirks* I thought you were a canine? *sticks his tongue out, not in a childish manner, though, more like hanging it out* I'm the cat here.
that's while you smell like prey. *eyes the tongue, and then rolls her eyes--which she seems to do around him a lot, apparently.* Mature.
Don't get ahead of yourself--I'm part shark too. *frowns* Oh yeah, you're one to talk. *bares his teeth*
Oh, a halfbreed? *breezily, obviously not too concerned with aggravating him. In fact, seems to even enjoy it* ....
*flicks a tail one last time, smacking him on the nose* Guess my age. Go on.
*growls at her a bit--mostly at her tail as he snaps his teeth at it, but not really intending to bite. He eyes her up and down for a moment to come up with an age* 25?
*laughs for real, then, smirking viciously and a little smug* Go higher.
...35?
Higher. *examines her claws*
*giver her an odd look* You can't be older than 45...
Go on. *mockingly encouraging*
Just tell me. *frown*
2018. *how YOU doin*
*looks...surprised, to say the least* What--but how?!
I'm a demon. *still smirking*
Oh--hm. I don't know what that is.
....is that so? *LOOKS at him with narrowed eyes. The first time she's encountered someone unfamiliar with the term*
*gives her a "why are you looking at me like that?" sort of face* Yeah, why--should I?
.... you're the first I've *ever* met to say something like that.
...well sorry. *sneers, looking offended*
*TAILFLICK. But doesn't touch him, because biting =/= a happy Moonie.* A demon is a supernatural creature with unnatural strengths. If we aren't killed, we could live forever. Age is a measure of strength. *leer-growls, just a bit*
*small twitch* Oh--*frown* You must be strong then. *averts his eyes*
Most of the time. Apparently I've gotten soft. *a little bitterly, curling her tails around herself again*
*smirks* Oh, really? *opens his mouth as if he's about to bite something and then points to her shoulder* Do you always heal like that?
It's considered the norm for demons. If we didn't, the humans would have an easier time killing us. *growls lowly*
Oh. *sneers, doesn't heal like that. He prods at the bite marks on his wrist* I don't.
Obviously. *inhales the smell of blood, licking the back of a fang absently* Unfortunate for you.
Fft--I have a high pain tolerance, don't fucking pity me.
Pity? From my end? Don't think so lowly of me, Beast. *snorts violently*
*smirks* It's hard not to when you can't even afford to wear a pair of pants.
It's too much a bother to keep replacing them once they burn to a crisp. *snarls at him, baring her teeth* I have no need for human modesty.
Maybe not everybody else in the room wants to see. *sneers in disgust*
Why should I care what they or you think? You're unimportant. *flatout growling again*
I'm more important than those pathetic humans--! *growls* If I were back home and had Enkidu I'd--
But you don't have Enkidu. You're here and alone, just like I was. *turns up her nose in a ruthless sneer, bristling her tails* To me, you are irrelevant.
*small faulter at her first statement, frowns* I really don't give a damn about what I "am" to you. *sneers now*
Good for you, but it won't change the fact that your views on my dressing habits don't matter in the least. *contemplates smacking him across the face with a tail* ...
*growls* Fine, I don't care if you prance around looking like a naked monkey. *would be SO PISSED if she did. Do it.*
...Monkey, is it. *Does, doing her best to shove several hairs up his nostril*
...*SNEEZES* *pulls his face away and rubs his nose*
*Smug toothy smile.* What was that? *does it again, a little more forcefully*
*glares at her and sneezes again* Stop it.
Why should I~?
*CHOMPS down on her tail* *that's why :| *
!!! *HISSES. Plants her foot in his chest and shoves, snarling in agitation and akhsdghksdhg ow tails*
*lets go, mostly because the feel of fur in his mouth was DISGUSTING. He sputters and spits on the ground, coughing*
*bristles even more, foofing her tails out so they resemble bottlebrushes than cute fluffy things. Shakes the offended one, disliking the saliva staining the fur* Oh, that was smart.
*wipes his tongue off on his hand, growling* It hurt you, didn't it? Plenty worth it.
I could always burn you. *drops her voice, yes, that was a definite threat*
...*very hateful glare* Don't.
Give me a reason not to.. or try. *bristle bristle*
Because biting you isn't as painful as you burning me. *voice falters, just a bit*
....... *concedes, the fur on her tails lowering slightly. Flicks a yellow hair off her thigh*
*relieved, but doesn't really show it, he just deadpans and givers her a little sneer* Good.
Mind yourself. *sneers back, not one to back down usually-- so don't push your luck >:O*
*grumbles slightly--doesn't like to back down either, but...god he fucking hates burns*
*goes straight-backed, tilting up her chin stubbornly. Gives a warning glare*
*reminded very much of Adiane, so hangs his head subconsciously as if she were*
-... *what* *where's the fight*
*picks at the wrapping around his lower-leg, quiet because hey, Adiane's DEAD because of him*
... What is it now? *disturbed by the sudden submission, fo srs*
*oh wait, this isn't Adiane--! He glares up at her* Nothing.
I don't think so. *tailflick, this time more absently than in irritation* Tell me.
*gives her a "who the hell do you think you are?" look* No.
*gives HIM a "demon bitch who's got nothing to lose" look* Yes.
*deadpans* Fuck you.
I don't feel like it. Sorry. *turnsupnose*
...*looks offended, and flushes slightly* That's not what I meant, pervert!
Of course it wasn't. You're too easy to agitate. *SCREAMING HYPOCRITE*
Oh, and you're not? *since she has an abundance of tails--he slams his foot down on the nearest one*
You-- *NXCSKHGSDG* *the tail he's stepping on bursts into flame, the fire probably flicking and trying to crawl up Viral's ankle*
*yelps and pulls his foot away, patting the fire out with his hand, which also gets a little burned, but nothing serious* YOU--! YOU FUCKING-- AGAIN! *shaking with angerrrr*
Don't step on my tails, bitch! *Sparking, a little. Better hope nothing flammable is near her :T*
DON'T BURN ME! *holds his hand defensively, contemplating lunging at her*
YOU IDIOT. *spark spark sparking*
*curses the fact he doesn't have his cleaver--he scoots back* ...
*hackles raised, glares up at him from her crouch. Shaking out the hurt tail, most of them in fact lashing wildly*
*frowns and hangs his head again, realizing he'd rather behave than get his face burned off. Glares at his feet*
*Doesn't smirk, surprisingly, just bares her teeth and slowly drops into a cross-legged position.* Calmed?
Whatever. *rubs the singed part of his pants-leg*
That would be a yes. *tosses her hair, declining to mention how EASY he got off compared to what she could do.*
*curls his fingers* I'm not a fucking dog. *glares up at her*
That would hardly be an insult. *jerks her head in irritation at her own fox tails*
Unless I added tame, which to be honest... *eyes him*
...*offended look* I just don't feel like having my skin melted off again, idiot!
*Smirks more to display a full set of teeth, than anything else* I understand, you can't handle heat very well.
No--*grumbles* It's not something I was trained to deal with.
I could assist you. *lazily, enough that it almost DOESN'T seem like a threat. Lays on her back in a nonchalant gesture, as if to say she has nothing to worry about around him*
*clearly offended by this, he growls* Like I'll fall for that. *averts his eyes* ...
*smirks back, though he probably doesn't see it* Ah. You're smarter than you look.
*sneers* You underestimate me.
You don't seem capable of very much, and your smell... *waves her hand in front of her face mockingly*
*hangs his head again, sick of being pulled apart when she's not so far off. Lo and behold that truth potion is still working* You remind me too much of Adiane.
And what's she like? *semi-curiously, doesn't really care, not yet*
She despised me. *scratches the back of his neck*
wonder why? *directs this towards the ceiling* Perhaps if you weren't so reactionary. *like me |:*
*low growl* I did everything she said--she was my General. That's not the reason.
*...curious, now* Then why.
My other General was killed. *now sounding very angry at himself*
... *reminded of Inwe. Feels a flash of something that might be empathy but ignores it, steeling herself and looking at him consideringly* ?
Then I became her subordinate--and she felt it was my fault. That's all. *leaving things out*
....... nothing like them. *shakes her head and stares furiously at the tent wall, keeping her lips tightly shut so that she doesn't say anything she'll regret later*
Like who? *glances up*
Inwe, Ewin.--- *godDAMNit*
Uh..who're they?
*you know what, fuck resisting the stupid serum* Surrogate sons.
Oh...*arches and eyebrow and decides not to dwell deeper* Hmph. *feeling all powerless, sort of wishes he could bite her again :| *
Minutely grateful for the lack of privacy invading, at the very least.* It's not your business, though. *Try it and see what happens D<*
I didn't ask, don't get all fucking protective on me. *Might just if you piss him off enough*
I'm only telling the TRUTH. *...........................D<* You can't handle it?
I can--I didn't question it! *grooowls*
Sure, sure. Are you going to sprout wings and sing a little ditty for me next? *growls back, rising off the ground slightly*
The fuck is your problem?! *so confused! He sits up straight and uncrosses his legs*
I have plenty, but I don't think you're interested. *BRISTLES*
No particularly, no. *growls, curling his fingers*
*flexes her claws, making odd cracking noises. Unfolds herself from the floor and streeeeeetches, languid and dangerous*
Why don't we have a proper fight for once? *challenging her, yes, is an idiot*
If you want me to burn this tent down and bring it on our ears-- alright. Come at me, fool. *>C*
*shaking slightly, well aware this is a bad idea, he paces around her* ...
*activates Dire Heat, which is basically like coating herself with a transparent armor of shaking air. That is, touching = bad idea. :T*
*crouched~*
*braces himself and charges at her, aiming his claws at her neck*
*leaps backwards, landing on all fours and leering at him. Snarls in warning* You SHOULD know what this will entail.
*hesitates* ... *lunges down at her, still aiming for the neck*
*Blurs away again, reappearing on the opposite end of the tent. Is mocking him without words, on his slowness and the fact that she could fill this tent with fire within seconds* You really are a fool.
*stumbles forward and then spins around to face her again, he growls* Shut up. *charges at her again, extending his arm*
Fine. *lets his claws graze her shoulder, snarling at him and grabbing his wrist* *YOU CAN HAS HEAT*
*yelps and tries to yank his hand away* LET GO! *hisses and digs his other hand into her abdomen*
! *bends over the hand, growling and snapping her fangs to try and bite HIS abdomen. See how he likes it. Also, keeping up the furnace without fire*
*lets out a whimper--hate hate HATES being burned. He tries to move himself far enough away so he doesn't get bitten, but it's probably not far enough*
*if your claws are still in her gut (which won't heal until he removes the hand) then she's probably well within reach. Sinks her fangs into the skin over his hip, heat flaring*
*clenches his teeth and pulls his claws out of her gut, slapping her face away from his thigh. His other hand is still in her grip and he tries to wriggle it away. He's ready to try and lunge at her neck whenever she straightens back up*
*hisses, licking her lips to clean off whatever blood got on them as soon as he slaps her away. Refuses to let go of his wrist and if anything tightens her grip, rising to stare him dead in the eye*
*smirks through the pain in his hand, narrowing his eyes--he makes dive for her neck with his teeth*
!! Fuck-- *Not this again zxcgkhzalkhgsadl. Body goes slack, her hand loosening then just slipping away from his wrist. Pretty much just hangs there, glaring hazily at the wall behind him*
*shakes his hand off and rubs it against his side, trying to ease the pain. He sinks his teeth deeper into the neck--finds this to be a suitable cure for the insecurity she caused him*
*Hates this, hates it, already has ISSUES which are why she's so obsessed with dominance and the first place and now some Beast-elf-thing's got her helpless. Snarls weakly and plucks at whatever's closest, trying to stab but...*
*mutters into her neck* Not so fucking tough now, are you? *gnaws*
*hisses through her teeth, doing her best to at least support her own weight. The heat is... slowly dying out, since her control is spazzing and well.*
*lets go of her neck and takes a lick at the blood, looking damned cocky* *A winnar is me*
*and there go her knees, buckling. Stares at the floor, dazed but incredulous, disgusted at herself for being overtaken so easily. Isn't used to having to guard her neck, will probably up the defense around there a little more* *....whimper*
*doesn't feel in the least bit bad for her--didn't even feel bad at her eye falling out, I mean really* I told you once, I'll tell you again. You underestimate me.
Taking...advantage of my carelessness. Who wouldn't. *mumbling, since moving lips enough for more than growling is slightly difficult. Breathing in quick harsh gasps again and doing her best to maintain SOME motor control*
Carelessness can make you lose a lot more than you'd think. *sneers* Now get out.
Can't. *huffily, can barely STAND, wtf is wrong with you. Asshole*
*really just wanted to taunt her immobility* Oh, should I lead you out~?
Don't TOUCH me. *regaining balance, albeit... Very slowly, since he didn't bite her for as long this time*
*snickers, oh yes, POWER TRIP.* Well hurry the hell up.
*You'll regret this in the morning, bastard. No, really. You will. D<* I'll take my own damned time.
drag you out by all nine of your tails if you don't hurry the hell up. :|
Ahh? I hope you like fire. *sparks a little, a bit meager when compared to her usual fire, but enough to show that she's getting some control back* ...
*sneers* I can always bite you again.
Counterproductive.
But it'll piss you off. Productive enough.
*...rises to her knees, glaring up at him fiercely* Then try it. I swear I'll melt your face off.
*bares his teeth* Just hurry the hell up. *kicks his foot in her direction, but not trying to hit her*
*SNARLS. Obeys unwillingly, standing on shaky legs. But is standing, at least, and tries her luck at a limping sort of walk*
*watches, looking amused and cocky*
*can be such a fucking bastard*
*Bitch, knows tons of those. Plenty of her generals AND her second in command were bastards or worse. Exits the tent with her tails bristling*