Commander. [ She leaves to venture out into the town on her own with her leader's dismissal; there's plenty to be seen in this world, plenty to do...plenty to feed from. So she heads where she'll find the hustle and bustle of those within the arts district--there's so much here now, so many easy victims to prey on...
It's like being able to select the finest cuts to dine upon herself. No longer an Aspect and entirely a predator, yellow eyes scan the crowd for a meal.
And land upon the form of several townspeople conversing as they head toward the back end of a shoppe. Dinner is served. ]
[ Her only response it a laugh--as beautiful and melodious as it ever was as the Life-Binder...now only with a darker note as she unsheathes her claws on both hands fully in one swifts movements and blurs forward, ducking under the blow and going for his gut ]
[ the further contact gives her another chance to draw energy from him though--and coupled with her own she moves faster, digging her hands into the roofing so that she can toss herself to the side as he aims for her--landing hastily on an opposing roof with a glare ]
......"Dragon". That is what you said before is it not?
Indeed. An Aspect charged with guarding the world, same as you.
[ Deathwing inclines his head to her, but does not follow quite yet. If she wished to converse rather than fight, fine by him, though he doubted she'd come willingly. ]
Are you mad? I've never had the utter displeasure of knowing a creature such as you. [ and that she spits out rather snidely as she straightens, readying her claws again ]
[ Deathwing just shakes his head, cracking his neck to the side with a sickening crunch. ]
Much as it displeases me to tell you this, we're bound by blood, brother and sister. Like I said before, the castle, or some other manner of beast, has turned you into a monster.
[ Deathwing then lowers himself into a matching stance, ready to continue the feud. ]
And being the heroic sort, I'm turning you back. You should feel honored, really. Not many are spared the wrath of Deathwing, but for you, I'll make an exception.
And to think you promised me something bruised and broken... I despise liars. [ Her last words before she vanishes from sight again and reappears above, aiming a swip for his head ]
[ Deathwing makes no attempt to dodge. Claws slice into his face, leaving bloody marks... but now that she's so close, she's nowhere else to go.
Darkness envelopes his fingers, which close into fist and punch into her gut. If she makes the mistake of absorbing power this time, she'll simply take some of his taint, a force that will drive her mad as it's done to him. A fitting fate, he muses to himself. ]
[ And unfortunately that's exactly what does does, too. She tries to dark on his energy upon contact--and near-well shrieks in agony as she does, eyes going wide in abject horror. There are voices--so many voices, all yelling, whispering, promising--
She rips at anything her claws can reach in an attempt to get back from him, eyes wide and panicked but clearly seeing more than just what is tangible in the physical world around them. It's as if spectres have come to life before her--and she tries to repel everything she's taken from him, tries to scramble back away from him ]
[ Once again, Deathwing's form begins to change. Skin twists into scales; curled horns jut from his head; teeth lengthen into daggers, rusted, wings sprout from his shoulders, eyes smolder and flicker black. Magma drips from his body, smoke drifts from his nose, and lava leaks from his lips. Caught between man and monster, he creeps forward, shadows falling from his every step, voice rasping. ]
You presume to understand the meaning of the phrase "monster"? You presume to employ darkness against me? Me, the master of such power? If you wanted it so badly--
[ His hands surges forward to capture her face, and burns, the nightmares flowing from his own mind into hers. ]
--then take it! All of it! How much can you endure?!
[ Alexstrasza screams. Not with her voice--although whatever noise she's making now is sure to turn her throat raw--but with everything she is. His touch burns, sears her skin. But even that is nothing compared to what he's really doing with his touch, what horrors are unfurling before her eyes.
It's enough to drive one mad--and she isn't sure she hasn't already, shaking and hyperventilating in Deathwing's hold. Away, away, away--that is where she knows she needs to be. Away from whatever this...this DEMON is. But she's rooted to where she stands, muted rasps the only sound she can formulate as wetness leaks from her eyes--a mixture of condensation of blood.
oh my gdnsdkfldlgsgsdgksgnurturingJune 4 2011, 08:16:48 UTC
[ A horrified gasp is all she's able to make out--but for all he'll be able to sense in her she. is. terrified. Beyond terrified. Beyond...anything. All she wants to do is die--anything to escape how unbelievably maddening, frightening, breaking--
No more!! she wants to scream, but her voice does not come to her aid; already murdered by the nightmares that explode before her eyes, make her feels at if everything she is is being devoured whole by this monstrosity. She's going to be sick. She's going to die. Her mind is going to run in rivers from her ears-- ]
N-no.......N, n...... [ it's not defiance--it's a begging for mercy. For him to end this torment, end her suffering, end everything. ]
I BET HE'S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR OVER 10,000 YEARS SDKJFSDLFSDGS /CRYINGnurturingJune 4 2011, 08:23:58 UTC
--!!!!!
[ It's not a scream but in some ways? Worse. Because even if not air passes through her lungs to form the sound he seeks there's something else in her--something deeper seated that cracks and shrieks in agony.
KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME, NO MORE-- ]
[ ooc; KRISSY IS TAGGING RIGHT AFTER ME WITH CROSS SKJDFSKGS THAT COOL? ]
It's like being able to select the finest cuts to dine upon herself. No longer an Aspect and entirely a predator, yellow eyes scan the crowd for a meal.
And land upon the form of several townspeople conversing as they head toward the back end of a shoppe. Dinner is served. ]
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You're getting slow, sister!
[ He's skipping the formalities and going straight for the throat when he gets a chance. ]
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......"Dragon". That is what you said before is it not?
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[ Deathwing inclines his head to her, but does not follow quite yet. If she wished to converse rather than fight, fine by him, though he doubted she'd come willingly. ]
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Much as it displeases me to tell you this, we're bound by blood, brother and sister. Like I said before, the castle, or some other manner of beast, has turned you into a monster.
[ Deathwing then lowers himself into a matching stance, ready to continue the feud. ]
And being the heroic sort, I'm turning you back. You should feel honored, really. Not many are spared the wrath of Deathwing, but for you, I'll make an exception.
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Darkness envelopes his fingers, which close into fist and punch into her gut. If she makes the mistake of absorbing power this time, she'll simply take some of his taint, a force that will drive her mad as it's done to him. A fitting fate, he muses to himself. ]
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She rips at anything her claws can reach in an attempt to get back from him, eyes wide and panicked but clearly seeing more than just what is tangible in the physical world around them. It's as if spectres have come to life before her--and she tries to repel everything she's taken from him, tries to scramble back away from him ]
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[ Once again, Deathwing's form begins to change. Skin twists into scales; curled horns jut from his head; teeth lengthen into daggers, rusted, wings sprout from his shoulders, eyes smolder and flicker black. Magma drips from his body, smoke drifts from his nose, and lava leaks from his lips. Caught between man and monster, he creeps forward, shadows falling from his every step, voice rasping. ]
You presume to understand the meaning of the phrase "monster"? You presume to employ darkness against me? Me, the master of such power? If you wanted it so badly--
[ His hands surges forward to capture her face, and burns, the nightmares flowing from his own mind into hers. ]
--then take it! All of it! How much can you endure?!
[ And he won't stop, not until she begs. ]
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It's enough to drive one mad--and she isn't sure she hasn't already, shaking and hyperventilating in Deathwing's hold. Away, away, away--that is where she knows she needs to be. Away from whatever this...this DEMON is. But she's rooted to where she stands, muted rasps the only sound she can formulate as wetness leaks from her eyes--a mixture of condensation of blood.
Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP. STOP... ]
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Will you cooperate?
[ Then replaces the hand, yanking her right back into the madness. ]
Or continue this futile struggle?
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No more!! she wants to scream, but her voice does not come to her aid; already murdered by the nightmares that explode before her eyes, make her feels at if everything she is is being devoured whole by this monstrosity. She's going to be sick. She's going to die. Her mind is going to run in rivers from her ears-- ]
N-no.......N, n...... [ it's not defiance--it's a begging for mercy. For him to end this torment, end her suffering, end everything. ]
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[ The fingers tighten. ]
Scream out with all you have, or you'll join me in this wretched curse forever.
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[ It's not a scream but in some ways? Worse. Because even if not air passes through her lungs to form the sound he seeks there's something else in her--something deeper seated that cracks and shrieks in agony.
KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME, NO MORE-- ]
[ ooc; KRISSY IS TAGGING RIGHT AFTER ME WITH CROSS SKJDFSKGS THAT COOL? ]
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