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COMPLETE | bloodlust of the purest sort

Sep 18, 2008 20:50

Who: Scathach [ spadassin ] & Namae [ feverhound ]
What: Violence is awesome, so are crazy people. (Or vampires.)
Where: Around the streets.
When: After the redzone lockdown, a bit before the city goes BOOM.

( shut it down, shut it down, it's about to EXPLODE )

oc: namae, alchemyst: scathatch, completed logs

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spadassin September 19 2008, 01:23:17 UTC

The chaos of the city was so beautiful to witness ( ... )

feverhound September 19 2008, 01:38:17 UTC

He whirled upon her instantly, a snarl on his lips, eyes flashing with unbridled rage -- before recognition struck, and it all died down, simmering low to a sullen sort of resentment, shoulders hunched, fingers gripping tight against the lead pipe. Scathach. Something inhuman, something beyond human, something worse than human in that it was something out of his reach -- and therefore not what he was searching for at the moment. Any other moment, he would have responded with a grunt, with dull apathy, but not now, not when he felt like his skull would split open any minute. Not when what he was desperate for was the feel of bones breaking under his feet ( ... )

spadassin September 19 2008, 02:05:54 UTC

The rage, absolute fury in his eyes. Yes, that was what she wanted. The yearning was growing ever stronger-she could feel her veins calling for it, for the fuel they so rarely needed. He was so full of unbridled emotion. Such a perfect-no. She would not indulge in that particular act. There were other things to keep her occupied, other ways to divert her attention from the burning and the pounding and the need.

Scathach remained perfectly still, not flinching in the least as he came at her, then stopped. Her teeth grit slightly, a motion too precise to be seen, only felt. Come on, a part of her urged. Let me see the real you. Because she needed, wanted, longed to feel the heat of battle, to feel, to feel, to feel. Anything. His rage was good enough for her, a convenient replacement. A wonderful coincidence ( ... )

feverhound September 19 2008, 02:20:54 UTC

She was taunting him, urging him on -- try me, try me -- like so many did, and he knew that he was a mad dog on a choke-chain, straining to claw at things that were out of reach. (But ah, you see -- such an animal has no logic. Has no reasoning. Why shouldn't it fight against leash, rage at the scent of blood?) Still, he resisted the bait for the longest moment, the howling laugh boiling down to a furious snarl that welled up from his throat, spat out in her face -- meeting jade eyes with black.

"Just that? Just amusing?" His expression continued to shift -- the slightest traces of insane pleasure wavering on and off, thin lips quirking into a grim smile for a moment before curling to reveal gritted teeth. (The cage holding him -- it was starting to break.) And his head -- it hurt, it hurt, ithurtithurtithurt, pounded, throbbed -- "You're laughing at us all -- at me." Voice instantly escalating into a yell, he shouted at her, trying to release this pent-up rage without falling into the trap she'd set -- without giving into the ( ... )

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