Isaac
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I dont understand what you want from me
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Post by Isaac on Oct 8, 2005 16:13:34 GMT
"She is right you know."
A fluttering of feathered wings announced his arrival as Isaac glided from the high, shadow-enshrouded rafters. He was dressed as he always in worn, yet immaculate black clothing, complete with his long black duster. His polished boots clumped atop one of the long rows of bookshelves, the tip of his cane rapping smartly against the edge.
"No matter how much you deny it, Richard Rutherford, you are still very much human." A sardonic smirk creased Isaac's lips as he raised his hands, fingers curled into not-quite-fists
"You talk like a human, you think like a human, you get ANGRY like a human." With each comparison, Isaac calmly ticked off the point on one of his fingers, holding them high for Fenris/Richard to see. "You're irrational like a human and," Isaac paused, smiling in a manner that mocked Fenris to his very core.
"You deny it all."
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 9, 2005 1:31:10 GMT
Well, in her mind, at least he hadn't killed her. But who was this? What right did a Demon have to speak aloud his thoughts of Fenris, especially in this mad state? How dare he? Anger boiled inside the woman like she had never felt, not even with her own pack, ready to explode like nature's volcanoes. Fenris was away from her by now, standing back from his attack. Well, there had been one good thing the SOB of a Demon had done; he had redirected Fenris's anger toward him instead of the humans, it was obvious. He was openly mocking him.
One would have expected for the larger Lycan to have attacked first. But no. It was Sealla to had leaped from her spot and changed into her scarred form in mid air. Quickly her jaws sank into the stem of the Demon's left black wing, snapping it clean off with a hard enough tug with such ferocity. The she-wolf dropped to the floor easily with the giant wing between her jaws, and had begun to do something no one would have seen coming. She devoured the thing in lightning speed so that only the stem bone of the wing had been left.
Damn it, Demon, you're not welcome here. Leave now! barked the she-wolf aloud. She had almost convinced Fenris to leave the humans alone for the same words the Demon had uttered. No doubt he wouldn't leave now. So she had chosen to take the burden of the attack herself, rather than he receive the consequences. There was not a single doubt in her mind that the Demon would attack as a reply to her own; it was the norm. But she would never let anyone get away with insulting Fenris. Not now.
The one bone dropped to the floor from between her jaws as she let out a horrible snarl, baring her canines as a primitive warning from the back of the Demon.
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Kailyn
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Post by Kailyn on Oct 9, 2005 3:38:16 GMT
"Now that had to have hurt." a soft voice drawled out in bored tones. She'd been wandering the castle, looking for changes, however subtle they were, when the noise in the library caught her attention. They were really being louder than they realized. Leaning against a nearby shelf of books, she crossed her arms, and surveyed the scene before her.
Dulled brown eyes roamed from the human lying crumpled on the floor, to the towering silver-grey lycan (ooc: Fenris is still in lycan form, aye?), to the mottle-grey lycaness, and finally to the wounded demon. Full lips curled into a smirk; the blind human from the forest. Well, no longer human. For an instant, barely long enough for anyone to notice, her eyes flashed scarlet as they fell on what remained of Isaac's left wing.
"This promises to be interesting.." she said, incling her head slightly as she waited to see how the demon would retaliate. With a wave of her hand a stool appeared next to her; settling herself on it, she crossed her legs and leaned forward to rest her forearms on her thighs.
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Isaac
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Post by Isaac on Oct 9, 2005 6:06:37 GMT
A smell. Like wet dog. Coming closer.
'Oh Jesus Tapdacing Christ'
Before Isaac could react, he was tackled by several hundred pounds of angry Lycaness. His shoulder sharply impacted against the top of the bookshelf, the wing automatically twisting under his body to cushion the fall.
THAT made it worse. A LOT WORSE.
As Sealla tore his wing free, she actually hadn't torn away the entire wing. She had torn away the majority of it, leaving him with a stub of ragged flesh and muscle, which felt like it was on fire. All the same, it wasn't as bad as when Professor Windwaltz had completely removed both wings. Now he had one, and he was severely f***ed up.
He rolled to his feet, stumbling slightly as he adjusted his body to having only one wing. He cast his senses about, 'spotting' Sealla below, still gnawing on his wing.
Whap!
His canesword embedded itself in the floor beneath Sealla's hind legs, quivering lightly with the force of the throw. The kicker was, the canesword had skewered Sealla's haunch like some obscene pot sticker, the blade only centimeters away from bone. Up above, Isaac smiled crookedly, even as he adjusted to possessing only one wing. The length of cane shaft was still in one hand, and Isaac waved it at Sealla in the manner of a conductor.
"Foolish little Lycan girl, who may or may not be the other one I MIGHT have had respect for. Once your boy toy started stomping around the Forest like a teenage boy with a head full of Emo, I went to a very respectable smith for, ah, beings like myself, and had him craft me a new canesword. I'm sure you've noticed the difference even by now." He hopped down from bookshelf, momentarily ignoring Fenris, though wary of him all the same.
'The blade is now pure silver.' He sent smugly.
He jerkingly paced over to Sealla and reached down, gripping her nonchalantly by her jaw bones and lifting her from her forepaws. The blade, still embedded in her haunch, carved deeper into muscle and nerves, grating lightly against her leg bone. With a flex of his fingers, a pair of quiet crack! noises announced the fracture of a pair of small bones near the hinging portion of her jaw. Healing would be slow, as these bones were crucial to the opening and closing of the jaw. If Sealla even twitched her jaw, blinding pain would assault her brain and essentially restart the healing process.
'Listen to me, you overgrown excuse for a Flea's Trailer Park, Im right. Your boyfriend is a certified nutcase. If there were a mental institution willing to take him in without killing him right afterwards, I would recommend committing him.' He sent his telepathic message directly to Sealla, with no chance of anyone else picking up on it.
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-Roan-
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Post by -Roan- on Oct 9, 2005 15:12:35 GMT
ooc: Ha, I just read no OOC in this board, but this is necessary. Im REALLY REALLY sorry its taken this long to post, I’ve had no time to even touch a computer the past few days, my karate has reduced me to eating and sleeping and that’s it. So once again, I’m sorry. And this post probably belongs after Fenris finally attacked me, which I’m assuming from an 8 foot lycan would be enough to put my character unconscious
Roan turned her gaze, listening to the woman’s message in her mind. She was right, but Roan knew she would pay for this already. And sure enough, when she looked forward, Fenris was already at a full run towards her. She opened her mouth to utter a spell but nothing came out but a small cry of surprise when he made contact. Her mind jumped as she felt her body crumbled ground, and at once her mind was fighting to stay conscious.
She silently swore in her mind, this was punishment for her big mouth and her curiosity. When Roan heard Fenris speaking in her mind, she pushed it off, not listening. All her focus now was keeping herself conscious. She tried her hardest to ignore the pain spreading in her abdomen and closed her eyes. Her ears picked up the demon’s voice and she shrugged it off, he was paying attention to Fenris. Which was good, if the lycan decided to attack her again while she was down, there was nothing she could do.
Roan never was good at dealing with pain, and this was the worst she had ever felt. She started to softly cry, letting no sound leave her mouth, but a few tears escaped her eyes. It was becoming far too hard to hold on to consciousness and finally she was dragged down into it by the pain and panic she was feeling.
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Fenris Fenrir
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Treasure your sanity.....while you still can
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 9, 2005 21:51:22 GMT
ooc: Gah; I sleepover at my father's for two days and look what happens. Demons! Their just like roaches; you can squash them but they just come back and when you least want them. But of course; I merely jest.
bic: Damn them. Damn them all! Why did they have to bring up that name? Why did they need to remind him of what he once was; a weak human that wasn't even a true magician. That was why he had never joined a more prestigious field when he was Rutherford; for Squibs were not allowed to go into the more dangerous fields due to lack of magical capabilities. That had enraged Richard; he even was near the top of his class when he had graduated from the magical school in Wales that was discontinued when Hogwarts and Horizons were set up; and still they never saw his potential. They had teased him, mocked him, laughed at his dingy apparel and much worse.
That was where hatred sprung and from that small wound over the years, Rutherford had become more engrossed in his work and he cut himself off from the Magical World for a time to become a muggle doctor and naturalist. And with his parting from that world, his few friends diminished; his colleagues left him and Rutherford wept when he had realized what he had done to himself. How pitiful Rutherford was; how long he cried, shouted, and begged to the Sky for something to comfort him but nothing ever came. That was Rutherford; this was Fenrir. And Fenris did not need reminding of his past from anyone; particularly a fellow creature. And this Demon called Fenris a Human to his face, insulted him and hurt him more than any mortal wound ever could.
This Demon wielded a weapon over Fenrir, but Fenrir also had something up his sleeve that he had yet to reveal. But now; the male Demon assaulted Sealla and drove the silver blade into her flank. Panting heavily, Fenrir's eyes clouded over with red wrath of the Ages, and with a roar Fenris charged into the Demon and sank his teeth into the back where Sealla had bitten off the Demon's wing. Also the force of several hundred pounds of flesh, bone, and organs were more than enough to knock the Demon unto his stomach and from there Fenrir pinned him to the ground. Now for his trump card.
How you know my name, Demon, I do not know nor do I care. And do not think that you are above me in the realm of acquiring information. I have read about you for you are on the lists that the Master has compiled, and I take a great care in knowing all possible targets. You call me a Human, the one thing that I cannot abide, but were not you one was well? Were you not a little blind boy, nothing more than a pauper in the eyes of many and look at you now. You cannot possibly be a full Demon since you are not from Hell itself; you were merely sired. So do not mock me of my origins Demon; yours are far more laughable than those of mine. And now; you will pay for your mockery.
With those words, Fenris bite deeper and harder into the Demon's flesh; twisting his head this way and that to tear off more flesh and he hungrily consumed it. The burning taste of demon blood and flesh intoxicated his mouth and his canines sunk deeper into the soft flesh.
Who ever could have though that something from Hell could ever taste so good?
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 10, 2005 9:51:50 GMT
(Ooc: Isaac, do you really want to kill Sealla?)
Sure, she had been struck, pinning her to the floor. It would be a painful process, but it was something the she-wolf had to do, should she want to actually save herself. But why would she want to do such a thing? There was no real reason for the Lycaness to live. There had never really been one, other than that tiny shining light of hope that lit her heart temporarily. Now, that had gone. And had been replaced with the thought Fenris. It was enough.
Writhing and twisting, cracking of bones, shuddering fur that disappeared. It left the she-wolf in her human-like form, still pinned to the ground by the canesword, cloaked in her blood-stained white cloak; the only thing covering her body. Each movement she made the woman clenched her jaw, which didn't help at all whilst being broken. Thankfully, one of the cracks he had heard was just her jaw cracking, like a warning from a human when they cracked their knuckles. The second, however, was what he had predicted.
Her hands immediately swept to the blade, and with two mighty tugs, pulled herself free of the silver killer. The woman hissed horribly as the silver worked its way into her blood stream, but there wouldn't be enough to kill her quickly. Silently, she sped at the Demon's back, and sent the blade directly into the Demon's left lung, missing Fenris by mere inches. But she couldn't just leave it there.
It twisted, declined and repunctured the same place, same muscles, same organs. And after she had done enough damage, really, she gripped the sword hilt and bent it around the Demon's front quick enough so that it punctured the same area, but moreso to the right, looking like he had been hung on a over-sized key-ring. But by now, her strength was receeding, and her pupils dialated.
With a shudder from her protesting, bloodied body, she lifted herself up high enough amid the struggling of Fenris's mighty attack to trace her lips against the Demon's left ear. After uttering the almost soundless words "Wake up," her tongue traced it's sadistic way over the rim of his ear. By then, it dragged itself back into her mouth as her body finally collapsed off the Demon, landing in an unconscious cluttering heap of white, black and red.
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Kailyn
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Post by Kailyn on Oct 10, 2005 16:34:43 GMT
ooc: Roaches? Yuck. ><
IC:
"Very interesting indeed..." she murmured, watching as Isaac lashed out at the lycaness with his cane, embedding the blade of silver into her flesh. And it just kept getting better. The male lycan launched himself at the demon, biting into him the way a dog would bite into a bone. But of course, that's what they are after all; mutts.
"But as much as I'd rather not get in the middle of this, I cannot allow you to have one of my kind as a meal." she said, sighing in resignation. Getting to her feet, she walked briskly towards Isaac and Fenris, careful not to tread on the unconscious Sealla. Despite the fact that the male lycan's form was considerably larger than her own, a surprise in itself, she managed to tear him off of the demon with considerable ease.
Flinging him back against a shelf, as if he were no more than a rag doll, she stepped back a few paces. That was the most she was willing to do, it should give the demon enough time to yank out the sword and return an attack. It would probably cause the crazed lycan to attack her as well, something she'd rather skip.
Turning her gaze on the unconscious lycaness, she knelt at her side, gently pushing back the hair from her face. At one point in her life she'd have taken advantage of the situation, taken advantage of her vulnerability. But she was beyond the point of causing unnecessary pain, especially to creatures who were revered as much as her own kind. Studying Sealla's limp and bloodied form, she directed her words to Fenris "She needs medical attention, and soon. I doubt she'll make it if you wait much longer."
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 10, 2005 19:30:53 GMT
Fenris' eyes widened for a moment as the silver blade whistled past him and buried into Issac's flesh. Once the blade proved to be no threat to him; Fenris resumed his massacre of Issac's back. In a matter of minutes, Fenrir's bloodlust had peaked and the entire portion of Issac's back was stripped of much of it's muscle and flesh. Blood freely fell from those wounds from ruptured veins and broken arteries. But Fenrir picked up a new scent as he was about to snap Issac's spinal cord like a match; the blood of Sealla. Staring in disbelief from what he saw; Fenrir's madness wavered for a moment as the grief hit him. It was because of him that Sealla followed him; it was because of him that she tried to stop him from harming a little human; it was because of him that she lay on the floor in that crimson pool of life.
Yet no howl of misery and anger broke forth from Fenrir's maw because the demoness that was there finally acted and despite her lack in size; she tossed Fenris into a bookshelf like a rag doll. Dust erupted from the books as the silver-grey behemoth came into contact with them and the strength of the throw caused him to splinter through one shelf and stopped against a second one. But from the ruins of wood and beneath the piles of volumes, Fenris Fenrir arose not as a wolf, but as a man whose body was still covered in fur. With what seemed contained bitterness and sadness, Fenris meandered to where he had tossed off his original clothes and slowly tugged them on. Once this process was finished; the fur around his body receded to show a new man.
This man looked nothing like Fenris Fenrir; he still had the same height and stature but he had blond hair where Fenris had black and eyes that were like pools of ice where Fenris had hardened coals. This man was Richard Rutherford; who had finally made it out only for a brief moment, for Fenris was in pain and withdrew into the confines of their shared mind. Straightening his slightly askew glasses, Richard addressed the demoness, "That is really quite clear Miss; but I am a doctor in medicine and I already can tell that she will not last long. Yet there is one thing left to be done before she needs treatment...."
Swiftly and almost effortlessly, Dr. Rutherford reached the prone body of Issac and took hold of the sword that was still lodged in the body of the Demon. With a violent pull, the sword came free, dripping with the blood of it's master and it seemed that the sword pleaded for more blood. Well; it was about to get it's wish. Four strong and decisive blows were all that were needed to accomplish the Will of both Rutherford and Fenrir. Dropping the sword near the arm of it's master, Rutherford gently picked up Sealla in his arms and cradled her like a child as he made for the exit. Yet he stopped in his walked and turned to face the Demoness.
"Do make sure that your companion learns in the future to mind his own affairs, if that isn't so much of a favor to ask?", said Rutherford in a monotone, "If there is one thing that I abhor; it are those that cannot leave others be. Tell that I wish to be left alone. If he does not comply with that request; next time he will not go to Hell and be reborn there. Next time; my Master and I will finish him off; together. Take care Miss." And with that; Richard Rutherford and Fenris Fenrir left the Library carrying Sealla in their arms; leaving the Demoness to care for her companion's needs. And he would have many needs after having both his arms and legs cut off with his own blade. Four quick and decisive strikes.
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Isaac
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Post by Isaac on Oct 10, 2005 23:07:03 GMT
OOC: While I fail to see how a human has the power to hack through demon muscle and bone four times, I will nevertheless play along.
BIC:
A low chuckle.
A low, mocking chuckle.
Isaac lay upon the floor, limbless, and lounging in a pool of his own blood, and still he chuckled.
The chuckle became a laugh, with grew to a crescendoing roar that caused books to tremble slightly upon their shelves, as if fearing the Demon gone mad.
"Oh well played, Richard m'boy, well played. The use of my own blade against me, as well as the 'little blind boy' jabs earlier." Isaac knew full well that Rutherford was no longer in attendance, but he saw need to get in his little monologue.
With a disgusting squelch!, his dismembered limbs skittered across the floor, thudding blankly into his sides. Already, the wounds that littered his back and front were closing, the blood clotting with astonishing speed. With a grit of pain, as well as four rather horrifying crack noises, his limbs reattached themselves in the proper places. Isaac carefully regained his feet, rubbing his shoulder, but also examining his clothing.
"b****** ruined my good duster." He muttered distantly.
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Kailyn
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Post by Kailyn on Oct 11, 2005 15:07:44 GMT
"You should be glad your duster is all he ruined, and you should be thankful that you can heal so quickly.. all those wounds would be a pain in the a$s otherwise." she said, straightening and looking around at the mess. It wasn't her problem, the blood, broken shelves, and disarrayed books. But there was one thing that gave her pause.
The human girl, she'd overlooked her before, purposefully, but now her brown orbs fell on the crumpled figure. What would she do with her? Take her to the school's hospital wing? Or take her into the forest, and keep her as a pet for a time? Giving the idea more thought, she said "You really should mind your tongue, less you find yourself facing someone who can make you beg for hell."
Dropping to her knees once more, she reached out a hand, running it through the girl's hair, tugging sharply on it so she could see her face. Innocent features, weak. Human. Her cheeks were streaked with the wetness of tears, smudged, showing the fear and pain the girl had felt while being pulled down into unconsciousness. Keeping her hand in her hair, she looked up at Isaac, and asked "What shall we do with her?"
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-Roan-
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Post by -Roan- on Oct 12, 2005 10:42:28 GMT
After a short while, Roan slipped out of her painless dream and into reality, back to the now battleground of the library. Her eyes opened, and she realized that Fenris was gone, and that female too. But now she had new company, a demon apparently, and a girl who was holding her by her hair. The pain felt by that was nothing compared to what hit her in the chest, the reminder of why she went unconscious. Once again she was slammed by the sting of that impact. She let the tears come now, closing her eyes tightly, and small gasps as she fought to intake breath.
Roan wasn’t afraid to cry now, it may have caught Fenris’s attention before, and that was the last thing she wanted. She knew the girl holding her up by her hair, she had met her on the Astronomy Tower on the night of a grand storm. That caused her to sort of calm a bit, but what calm was there when there is a demon around? It didn’t matter, her fate was in their hands.
OOC: Yay for waking up at 5 am, not being able to go back to sleep, and only being able to do a crappy post because of utter boredness.
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Luka
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Concealed behind a facade of serenity lies a torrent of anger, drowning all hope and reason
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Post by Luka on Oct 17, 2005 21:00:03 GMT
(ooc: ...If this thread is agreed to be dead, I am going to carry Roan off to the Hospital. If no one responds to this in three days, I will carry her to the Wing by default. Is anyone still posting here?)
A quiet hum cut through the silence of the library. As abruptly as it began, it halted, making the stillness seem heavier than it truly was. Soft footsteps padded towards the group, leaving scarlet footprints after they treaded in the lycans blood.
The six-foot figure made no attempt to hide himself, knowing it was not worth the assault of two startled demons. "You have had your fun, have you not?" The dark-haired fae finally spoke, his quiet voice having no trouble carrying to the demons' sharp ears. "Let the girl go. She needs medical attention." His violet gaze passed from Issac to Kailyn, watching them intently.
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-Roan-
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Post by -Roan- on Oct 27, 2005 20:49:03 GMT
OOC: Heh, I realized that you probably needed me to post before you could again, if you want me to delete this, no problem. It not, well, I dunno...*walks away*
Roan had lost all hope, stuck in the library with demons was where she was going to meet her death, or have it decided. Resigning herself to that fact, she waited and waited for Kailyn and Issac to decide what to do, and get it over with. Panic still flooded over her, along with fear. That wouldnt subside until she was released of their presense.
Then silence. Deafening silence. It seemed as if the world had been muted of all. This was odd, even for a magical world. Then the faerie came. The first reaction she had was fear and a very deep mistrust. So far she had met 2 new types of creatures in this library, and suffered pain by both. Why should she trust this newcomer. Another thing that puzzled her was, why wasnt he so cautious around these demons. They were known for brutality and being able to inflict mortal damage. Yet, he didnt seem afraid.
But when he spoke, relief flooded over her like a wave. He didnt speak against her, he spoke for her. This wasnt her enemy. She still didnt trust him, but he wasnt her enemy in this place. Inwardly she hoped the demons wouldnt challenge him, and that the faerie would be strong enough to get rid of them if they did. At the moment she was in no shape to fight a demon, much less two. Then she caught his gaze, and startling eyes. Purple, violet at that. Unusual. So Roan gave an involentary shudder and waited for someone to make a move.
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