The glowing amber orbs of this trumped-up rag doll appeared to trail off during Ivumo's inevitably ineffectual, sardonic instruction to instead examine the blood-black talons, encircling their master - reminiscent of subservient, incurably infected, ravenous, undomesticated, feral usurpers of existence. In the moment preceding the full rotation of Ivumo's frame, the atmosphere heated as the energy was expelled in the roar, blowing the air quickly enough to whistle with high resonance past the Poltergeist's ears. Immediately proceeded by another blunt attack, similar to that of the very first. More prepared this time around, Ivumo's large hind paws dug their own talons deep into the blackening soil; he separated his arms, welcoming the attack to watch in amusement as it rolled off again and to land beside the fuzzy pretzel, spitting intermittent, miniscule measures of blood into the rebellious soil, the grass of which simply seemed to move away in disgust before the rivulets passed by them. "You think to highly of yourself." Ivumo rolled his eyes briefly, grunting under his partially uninterested breath. It roared again. <span style='color:red'>A stone is more frightening.</span> What happened next, however, resulted in a far more alert response. Crimson discs watched in confusion as this - thing - summoned up the remains of the two fallen carcasses, to call upon himself their extremities, sprouting arms and legs like something he'd only every "dream" about. When it grew to his own height, however, it wasn't shock which raced through Ivumo, oh no. Far from it. Deep inside the chambers of Ivumo's vampiric state was locked up the essence which would turn the tides of any fight in his favour. Sealed behind the twisted, mangled, oxidised iron, the foaming, horned creature sensed things twist for the worst. Unlike every other time, where it would pick, and pick, and pick at the metal until it could bleed into Ivumo's blood stream, fuelling his disease like throwing a can of petrol into a bonfire, it waited to be set free, with unceasing patience. It knew, in itself, that if it wasn't freed, Ivumo would lose. Everything. With beady, red eyes set staring between the gaps in the iron cage, it sat and waited. This unexpected development within himself happily permitted a little help around about now. The cage didn't just buckle, it dissolved, diffusing completely his true, unhampered, unrelenting, emotionless vampiric state, like never before. Cut someone up? Big deal. Pull them apart? Child's play. Sink his fangs into their throat, ripping into their nerves and feeling them contort until pulling their muscles so violently they collapse from the strain on their spinal cord? Sunshine-and-roses. "Now...lets see how well you fair against me." All distinguishable features of Ivumo's eyes vanished into reflective blood-black polished plates. His hind paws thrust himself forward, choking the space separating them both; the mist blasted outward in inward circling patterns behind the beast. Ivumo's wings had adopted their own life, as did his tail - which had without hesitation sought out the lower set of arms, clutching them to the point of breaking on anyone normal. Simultaneously, Ivumo's dark crimson skull shot forward with blunt force, landing squarely on the third eye and spreading the surface across the rest of the beast's head. Seemingly sentient wings rose high into the air at full stretch, prepared to hammer down on the spine holding up the slap-dash multi-limbed tri-ocular shape-shifter. Only a moment behind, his claws would be there to do their own deeds. //// <span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu's eyes were, more or less, firmly trained on the arden holding the female at knife point. Petite, pierced ear twitched at the sound of murmuring - a distant, raspy murmuring, alerting the armed 'dragon of her's, and Dumu's, presence. Casually, yet warily, crystal blue oculars broke away to meet her brother's. Innocence permeated her rather tribal-looking eyes. No sooner had she reconnected with her dual-striped brother had words from Sabata came.</span> "I urge you not to move any closer." <span style='color:skyblue'>A moment earlier, Dumu distinctly felt a current of energy wash over him; the hairs on the back of his neck stood taller, giving off the appearance of potential aggression, but it was merely discomfort. Even though she had felt it too, she didn't pay much mind because she couldn't even begin to understand what it was. With a gentle paw, she reached up, noticing his hackles rise, and patted them down again. Tilting her head to one side toward Sabata, she froze when the female launched the male over her head and into the ground.</span> "You need to remember one thing...never take your eyes off of your hostage for one second unless it is absolutely nesscary." <span style='color:skyblue'>The royal blue pelted 17 year old, shifted his posture to one prepared to leave. Situations were growing dangerous and he would not have his younger sister associating herself with such violence. His wings began to loosen from his back when he caught the sight of golden tipped hair swaying in front of him, making her way to the group.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Shanu - what do you think you are doing?</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>The other gentle paw rose into the air and waved off his question; her approach didn't pause for one instant. Sabata was now obscured mostly by the female, and judging by her posture, Shanu knew there was something up - without probing minds. As her stepping took her closer, their auras all seemed alien to the atmosphere. To the beat of her heart, the thick, heavy golden necklace jumped and landed, in synchronous with her walking. The links about her smooth neck jingled quietly, but far from silently. More words came, this time oozing with greater passion. The... thick... texture of Sabata's voice glided over the static air currents. The harsh tone of Saiph's voice painted a picture of life and personality for the 13 year old half-vampire. As Shanu made her way past the dark female, her instincts kicked in. Any and all exchange of words were ignored, as well as the previous warning.</span> <span style='color:white'>They're going to hurt each other.</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>Her mind called to her to act. The lithe, slender blue frame stepped in between the two vampires, leaning down to one side to place her right paw on the barrel of Sabata's gun; as Shanu leant more towards Sabata, her hair fell down over her shoulder, covering fractionally her eye which stared at him. All in a moment, her left paw crossed her body to brush her hair back over her shoulder.</span> <span style='color:white'>Let's... not, 'kay?</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>A fraction of a smile crept onto Shanu's muzzle. When she smiled like that back in Janardan, many of the males got just a little hot under the collar, but had never built up the courage to ask her out. Shanu, however, never meant anything untoward by her gestures. Nor was she taking mind of Saiph. Dumu stayed his safe distance, debating in himself whether or not he should pursue to break off this expedition. Inching closer, a short lived buzz trickled down through his arms, in gear to telekinetically separate them if they made a move for his sister. His tail whipped silently behind him, thrashing over the fine, fibre tips of the black grass; his flame crackled as the blades of grass penetrated the flare. With steady, small steps, his tail acted in the opposing direction, looking almost like he was sweeping the ground behind him. This "sweeping" action he did was when Dumu was ready to react at a split second's notice. The canvas of emotions threw itself across his mind, to be ordered and stored appropriately, with his likely solutions. With every movement, Dumu was considering outcomes and potential solutions so once he got there, there was nothing that could happen to throw him off, or Shanu. However, when Dumu glanced at Shanu drawing nearer in on the group, her aura seemed to blend (although poorly) with their's. His conscience sounded.</span> <span style='color:blue'>They are vampires!</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>But would they move in on them? Dumu was never touched by a vampire, nor did he intend on selling his life. But what of Shanu? Would they attack her? Dumu's pace quickened, ending merely feet behind her having only picked up the residual neurological connections there had been made to speak her words. So, like a jigsaw puzzle. You don't need all the pieces to see the picture, just most. Most came in the form of the thoughts Shanu left behind, like a footnote. Casting his dark blue eyes off in the direction of the wounded Jahhar; Dumu stood the same distance from Saiph as he was from Shanu, carefully eyeing her, monitoring her "hidden" intentions, keeping in check, too, that of Sabata's mind. Dumu folded his arms across his large chest; his wings hung loose; his posture bolt upright.</span>
Tvim chuckled for a last time while twitching the glasses around her fingers. Dropping them, the string once again keeping them around her neck, she popped another cigarette in her mouth and light it happily. She began to make her way back to the temple, since she sensed Sieben's energy in that direction.
The minion was a surprised by the sudeen thrust of speed that rippled out from Ivumo's body. He was caught off guard for the very first time in the fight which he was bound to lose. But why would he want to give up so easy, so soon? The beast shook off the sudden headbutt and launched forward with a thrust of it's own upper right fist towards Ivumo's face as the other came up underneath heading for his throat. The creature then smirked and flipped it's body up into a position that would have been impossible for a normal beast, using his feet as deflectors against the approaching sets of wings that was going to come crashing down upon his back. "Nice try..." The beast laughed as it opened it's mouth wide releasing a dark muk from within it's throat. The substance came out like a tide of water but on contact, it burned as if it was acid. The creature then...and with great force, riped it's own lower arms off and attempted to escape Ivumo's grasp. --- <span style='color:darkred'>Sieben smirked at Rilith's words and slipped his tongue over his lips lightly. He shook his head slowly and came to a kneeling position at the side of the couch looking up at her. "No sense of moderation? Comeon you know good and well that I don't have a green thumb for anything. But you will be happy to know that I have spared the few hotsprings from the Mist. So we will have nice clean waters to bath in. That even goes for the rest of my children." Sieben just gave her a toothie grin and looked over towards their son that was sitting on the cushion not far from his mother. "And as for you going and decorating the place that's fine. I mean we could make the trip all the way back to Aijta to get your stuff and mine. Everything can be moved with the help of your pet shadow, being able to bounce between realms." He just trailed off with his words as he looked over into the direction of the front door, feeling the sudden stroke of fear that came from...Saiph? His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked before he rose up to his feet once more. Saiph...why do you fear so? He thought to himself as he bared his teeth taking a slow and steady sniff of the air. It was a little to hard for him to get any more information than what Saiph was feeling. Her scent came up rather faint at that moment because of Sieben's temporary weakness from sharing his blood with Rilith.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry about the lateness with posting...i was rather busy. ^^</td></tr></table>
<table width=370px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=5px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:2px #133222 solid; border-top:2px #133222 solid; border-right:2px #133222 solid; border-bottom:2px #133222 solid"><tr><td><font color=#777777><font color=#FFCC00><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:19pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:13pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span>Phoenix<span style='font-size:11pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:13pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:15pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:17pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:19pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><font color=#FFCC00>א</font></span></font>After Shanu had spoken, a silence slowly enveloped the five dragons. Sabata stared solemnly. Shanu's words seemed sobering, as if Sabata's vampiric bloodlust had veiled the danger of the femme, Saiph. Now this sudden and random interjection seemed to have frozen time and gave Sabata the ability to think the scenario over in his mind. Sabata had tried to toy with Saiph the way a dog might toy with a frog. Yet, Saiph was much more dangerous than Sabata had considered. The thought suddenly hit Sabata the way a freight train might hit a pedestrian if it didn't make noise. The realized danger of the situation excited Sabata all the more. Siaph's unique blend of danger and beauty aroused Sabata's sexual side as few female dragons had done before. Yet, despite the thoughts that played in the back of his mind, Sabata was determined to emerge victoriously against his worthy aversary. Shanu's persona did not tickle Sabata's mind as Saiph's had. For that matter, Sabata jerked his gun away from Shanu's grasp and re-aimed it at Saiph. Sabata moved his right, free hand towards Shanu to shove her out of the way. "Sorry, little one, but this time the adults are calling the shots," spoke Sabata calmly, yet his body tensed, torn between emotions evoked by adrenaline and beauty. Jahhar watched from the tree he leaned against. He feared that Sabata's calloused actions towards Shanu would cause an attack of some sort from the dragon she came with... Dumu. As Sabata tried to brush Shanu aside, he let the word "ready" escape from his lips and squeezed off two shots. Sabata's aim had been hasty. He wasn't sure if he had hit his target at all. As he held his gun steady in his left hand, he braced himself for the worst to come from Saiph or possibly from one of the newcomers. </font></td></tr></table>
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #993300 solid; border-top:4px #993300 solid; border-right:4px #993300 solid; border-bottom:4px #993300 solid"><tr><td><font color=#993300><div align="justify"> i might just rp a little here - i dont want this to die or anything >.> <font color=#993300>~i wish i wasn't this way...~</font> Shadow had been lost in his own thoughts while the scenes had unfolded in front of him. Master Sieben had taken on a n aura of worry, that even his pet had noticed before him. His female vampire daughter had managed to get herself into trouble. Standing up on his fours he shook his dreamy thoughts away, padding over to his dear father figure. The green blades of hair that had covered his eye was now standing on end, alert and ready. He would go and make sure Saiph was not being attacked and lead and inform his master of any others. <font color=#993300>"i will go and make sure she is safe, my master" </font> And with a sprinting bound he sped off into the blood forest smelling many presences there, with his little Khumdap in tow. Minutes had past when those shots reared into the sky with an echo of death. He was close to Saiph now, jumping into the flurry of the violent exposure a young Vampiress of blue and gold had seen. The shot flew by his nose by inches taking a few pieces of DNA with it. His white glowing orbs swirled to the owner of such a ruthless weapon. Growling at Sabata he used the silence after the blast to use his own voice.<font color=#993300>"What do you think you are doing?! This is not a place for such weapons! " </font> He said in husky but authorative tones to the group, morphing into his bipedal form as Khumdap purred to a halt behind Shanu, licking a few digits of the female that reminded her of Veaji. Shadow looked in disgust at the gun - he hated them with a passion at the best of times.<font color=#993300>"what is it you vampires seek, on these tainted lands - and why do you torture the lady, such violence is not needed here... </font> <tag /></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:purple'>Saiph just stared at Sabata for the longest time as the newcomer came between the two of them. This young female was indeed brave...but fairly stupid as well for crossing in front of the two combatants fighting space. She smirked to herself as she watched Sabata push the girl from him and dove off into the opposite direction away from the falling beauty. The sound of two rounds rippled through the blood mist, spiraling out into the direction of Saiph. She just gave another smirk and took hold of the massive blade about the handle, barely shifting it an inch to the right. The blade deflected the first bullet but for the second one Saiph wanted to feel the pain. And it came to her just then. The hot feel of the bullet as it came ripping into her gut only to be stopped by the sudden chill of her blood. She gasped aloud from the jolt of pain but it soon faded and became nothing more than another mark of pleasure. She took a deep breath and grinned off into the direction of Sabata, showing a hint of seduction before she too lifted her formina constructed weapon up into his direction to shoot. But just as her bullet was about to leave it's chamber...a sudden figure came between her and her target. The figure to her scent of smell was none other than Shadow. She hissed between her teeth and dropped her arm down to her side, just gazing off into the direction of Shadow's backside.</span> <span style='color:red'>"What do you think you are doing?! This is not a place for such weapons! "</span> <span style='color:purple'>The sound of Shadow's words came echoing back to her as she stood there, feeling rather disappointed in it all. She was looking to get a little dirty. Her crimson gaze danced over Shadow's fine fur as she took several steps up towards him, leaning her forehead against his backside. One of her arms came around his waist where her paw came to rest against his stomach. She just listened to him curse the two for coming all this way to ruin paradise.</span> <span style='color:red'>"what is it you vampires seek, on these tainted lands - and why do you torture the lady, such violence is not needed here..."</span> <span style='color:purple'>Saiph was growing tired of hearing Shadow go on with the big brother talk. After all..this was her play...and she wanted it to play out the way it should. She lifted her face up from Shadow's back and came to rest her head upon his shoulder. She gazed off into the direction of Sabata as she placed the gun of her own against Shadow's back. "They came here...look for a little fun." She whispered to Shadow as she squeezed off a round into his back causing the bullet to exit out his other side. Just enough to keep him from getting into the middle of the fight anymore...not to kill him. She slowly took a step back and allowed Shadow to fall to the ground as she claimed her blade, sliding it along the ground behind her. A grin played across her face as she came to stand in front of Shadow, aiming the gun off into the direction of Sabata. "Now where were we?" She grinned big at him squeezing off several rounds into his direction. Really not aiming but rather just shooting and hoping they would make contact.</span>
Tvim walked through the forest. She still had a cigarette in her mouth. She couldn't help it, she was re-addicted to them. She walked back to the temple. Walking inside, she spotted Sieben and she walked over to him, the lit cigarette stuck partly in her mouth. She bowed a bit to Sieben before noticing Rilith in the corner, she bowed to her as well. She feared Sieben would take the cigarettes from her so she immediately said "Master, is there anything I can do for you?"
<span style='color:darkred'>Sieben stood there and just gazed off into the direction of the temple doorway. He slipped his tongue along his lips lightly until a sudden jolt hit him in the chest, as if he was having a heartattack. Something happened to Shadow and he felt it in him. He just continued to gaze off towards the enterance, thinking to himself, wishing that he was strong enough to go and help out. But what could he do at this current state of weakness? All he would have done was gotten in the way of Saiph. But something happened to his dear fledgling Shadow. He shook his head lightly as he watched the figure of Tvim walk in through the enterance of the temple, crossing right in front of his line of sight. A light smile crept across his face as he looked down on her, approaching him. One of his taloned hands came up and tooked it to the side of her face, just gazing down into her eyes. The cigrette smoke wasn't bothering him to much. He merely gave her shaking of the head then a faint kiss on top of her head. "No my dear. It is just good to have you back here with us." He grinned at her with a nod, allowing his eyes to drift back off into the direction of the temple enterance. Concern was on his mind but he didn't express it like he did before with Shadow over Saiph's safety.</span>
Her fingers wrapped around his arm "Sieben, you're worried, why? Tell me!" she demanded looking closely at his face "I can see it in your eyes." she told him quite seriously.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #993300 solid; border-top:4px #993300 solid; border-right:4px #993300 solid; border-bottom:4px #993300 solid"><tr><td><font color=#993300><div align="justify"> -- <font color=#993300>~i wish i wasn't this way...~</font> He hated it when he had people weaving around him like this, it was not cute, and it most certainly wasn't fun. If it wasn't for Sieben - he would leave her to her demise - but she was too important - too dearly loved by his master. And now she was playing gun tricks with him, god forbis she dare try to shoot a fly one off at anyone - she needed to report to Sieben - it was her duty for now. But that little bitch did fire out a shot, into him. His red eyes paled to a faint white as he stood open mouthed for a second as the pain filled his lungs. Saiph sliding away from him, let him drop to the ground - but he used one arm to stop a painful landing as he breathed heavily from the sudden blood loss. His dear pet Khumdap, mewed at him worriedly, pouncing over to his side like a loyal dog. Her barrier flickered for a moment as Shadows magic seemed to flicker away, but it returned in its full glory as his flesh began to reform. His feline growled at the offending female, her black tail swishing angrily around. " Saiph - go to our master, he's worried" The managed to growl out, furious that he had let her take a cheap shot at him - and the others. <tag /></td></tr></table>
Sabata was suprised by the brutality of the femme. She had shot one of her own without hesitation. As Saiph fired off several rounds, Jahhar placed his left hand on the sun katana and unsheathed it. The sun katana was an ancient artifact. It had been passed down through the Teslo family line. Its origin was ultimately unkown. However, it had been crafted with both magic and advanced technology. When it had been crafted, the metallic molecules had been arranged in a perfect order to create one of the sharpest edges possible. However, it had only been so sharp in its first fight. Many hundred years of battle had dulled it down, but it was still somewhat sharper than a normal katana. However, the edge on the blade was not the quality which had made it so valuable. The sun katana had been blessed in such a way that it leached bits of energy from the person holding its handle. In this way, the vampiric weapon exhausted its user over long periods of time. However, this loss was not without a gain, for as the weapon accumulated more energy, it grew hotter. The magic fire that enveloped the blade would not affect the wielder or melt the blade itself, fortunately. Many legends shrouded the blade. There was one story which told of a time when the blade had become so hot in the hands of a Teslo, it had scorched many acres of land and had created a small desert. However, after experimenting with the drain of the blade on the user, most of the current living Teslos did not believe that any dragon in all of Ramath had anywhere close to the endurance and energy needed to heat the blade so greatly. Yet, the fact remained that the blade's potential to be heated was virtually infinite. As Jahhar held the blade, it seemed no different than another katana, however, that would change soon enough. Jahhar's wound was no more than a slight bruise at this point. He was eager to engage in some battle. Most of the shots fired off by Saiph missed Sabata. However, one of them plugged him in the right shoulder. The impact threw the right most side of Sabata backwards. Sabata's planted left foot kept him from moving anymore than that. The other shot hit the top of Sabata's gun. Sabata was about to return fire until he noticed that the barrel of his gun had been damaged in a way that could possibly cause injury to him if he tried to fire it. He tossed the gun to one side. He had been disarmed and was now at a disadvantage... Jahhar charged towards Saiph from an angle. He had seen Sabata toss his weapon aside and assumed that Sabata's gun was disabled. As Jahhar sprinted at Saiph, he focused his eyes on her own gun. Slashing down at an angle as he ran by her, Jahhar took of a rather large portion of the barrel of Saiph gun. Jahhar came to a halt and turned back towards Saiph. He charged back at Saiph, this time attempting to make a horizontal cut where her neck was. The vague outline of fire licked the blade. Sabata still had one of his butterfly knifes. His eyes searched the ground rapidly as and he found the other one. Sabata picked it up, and as he did so, he looked up to see Jahhar rush by Saiph and swing the katana. Then a piece of metal hit the jungle ground. Sabata was going to rush Saiph, however, he saw Jahhar already doing so and decided he wouldn't risk getting in Jahhar's way. Instead, Sabata quickly flipped his blades closed, pocket them, and climbed onto a tree top. He then moved above where Saiph was and pulled his knives back out, flipped them open with great dexterity. Sabata waited to drop on Saiph like a giant tree spider after Jahhar passed by.
<span style='color:darkred'>Sieben looked down onto Tvim as she stook hold of his arm holding onto her. He gave her a light glare before drawing his limb away from her grasp. He lifted his eyes back up once more before reaching his hand up and placed it on Tvim's shoulder, moving her aside. "Everything is fine. I need you to remain here with Rilith and my child. See to it that she goes and feeds for me. I will return as soon as I can." And with thoses words Sieben's body bursted into a crimson mist of it's own, causing him to vanish. The only thing that was rushing through his mind was that his dear Saiph was in danger now and that he had to get to her as soon as possible. His misted form dashed through the forest, collecting off the other red mist that was already in the air. Drawing back the strength that he lost during his little mind walk with Rilith. He continued on following the flow of all the energies knowing that Saiph was in need of help.</span> --- <span style='color:purple'>Saiph watched as several of the bullets flied through the air into the direction of Sabata. She grinned and watched as the bullet ripped through his right shoulder and bursted out of her backside. but she wasn't expecting one of her own bullets disabling the firearm of Sabata. She grinned and slipped her fingers over the gun trigger, ready to let off another shot into his direction. "I am in awel at how well you are taking those enchanted bullets of Formina. Usually the one that is struck by one of them would be coughing and hacking up on his own blood. You are indeed worthy...What the hell?!" Out the corner of her eye she caught Jahhar a little to late and saw the blade come at her. She closed her eyes suddenly from the fire strike hearing metal against metal. Her eyes parted as she looked to the splitted gun in her hand before releasing it and looking back over her shoulder towards Jahhar. Her eyes widen as he came back towards with the intention of killing her. She slipped her eyes closed once more and tried to pull her blade from the earth behind but it was to late. But something wasn't right...why was she still living? She slowly parted her eyes to see that of a massive bone wing in front of her, holding off the blade without any damage to it what so ever. She turned her eyes into the direction of the one that was standing there next to her to see the half formed figure of her master, Sieben. "Master?"</span> --- <span style='color:darkred'>Sieben fully reformed as he stood there with Rilith. He grinned off into the direction of Jahhar showing his fangs as that of his right hand slowly became metallic and large blade like fingers appeared. He lifted his right hand up and held it out in front of himself as he gazed into the straining eyes of Jahhar. "Saiph...I guess that I got here just when you needed me most. You have done well in leading me here Shadow...but I would rather have you head back to the temple and protect my love. Good work my boy." He grinned and slipped a tongue over his lips as he spreaded the other wing out from his body pushing Jahhar away from him with his strength. He slowly filled the gap between Saiph and Jahhar before extending out his left hand pointing it up at Sabata. "Jahhar mine...take the other one, Saiph. Be careful." Sieben stepped towards Jahhar ready to engage the vampire that had been plaguing his life ever since he let him live from that transformation. Such potiental wasted on such a rival. This filled Sieben with the burning lust of destruction.</span> --- <span style='color:purple'>Saiph gazed up just as Sieben pointed and gave a nod to him. She wasn't expecting her master to come out all this way just to help her. But it was expected since she was his first fledgling in such a long time. "Okay master!" She yelled as she dashed at the tree trunk and sank her claws into it. She scaled up the tree after Sabata and came to rest on the same tree branch. She gazed off at him, feeling something inside of her that she never felt before. Passion? That wasn't right at all for her! She just gazed off at Sabata and gave him a wink before she dropped onto the tree branch arching her back. "So what are we going to do now...? I mean since Jahhar has his hands full and all. She slipped her tongue over her lips and looked at him seductively. She was feeling such passion towards him but also at the same time she wanted to tear him to pieces. What wonders it must be to be young and in love.</span>
Sieben had given her no time to respond and had just taken off. She mumbled a bit annoyed and angrily. She was angry that he brushed her off when she was only asking if he was ok, and she was annoyed that he had assigned her to basically 'baby-sit' his mate and child. With a sigh, she plunked herself down cross-legged on the floor, facing the couch that Rilith was perched upon, her arms crossed over her chest. It was the same one she herself had only vacated about an hour before. She looked up at Rilith and smirked slightly. "Well, you heard 'im. Would you perfer to feed now or in a little bit?" she asked Rilith.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #993300 solid; border-top:4px #993300 solid; border-right:4px #993300 solid; border-bottom:4px #993300 solid"><tr><td><font color=#993300><div align="justify"> -- <font color=#993300>~i wish i wasn't this way...~</font> Oh how Shadow hated being the 'nice' one at times, but one day Saiph would take her games to far adn then she'd feel true pain. But either way for the masters sake she would have to live, But the round that had been fired left him drained.... he could only manage the field around his Khundap...anything more and he'd be a pool of twitching blood on the floor. But despite the dangers shadow was about to finish his chant into a deflecting barrier for the unruly female, the final word was stopped midway as the all familiar Sieben formed in front of his very eyes. His words cut through him like glass, Shadow was to return to the temple, if Shadow had been one to answer back he would have interjected, argued to stay... but his duty was to obey and he was rising his hopes on becoming the favourite out of the lot that were to travel here. The coal ears flicked back in a small nod as she shrinked into his fopur legged form, the two blue arrivals would be asked to follow suite, and come to meet their female master... well Shanus', Dumu was after all a mortal amoung blood suckers. " Yes my leige, if you would like to come with me my blue vampiress... and bring your escort... he would not be welcome amoung these people" Shadow crooned out, taking a small bow to the female, Khumdap had disappeared with the sudden appearance of Sieben, but was at the moment looking to pounce on a two striped tail that was waving about teasingly to her from a bush. The moment came for her to 'attack' of which a light but heavy bat to Dumus' tail was administered in succession. <tag /></td></tr></table>
Sabata's eyes glided across Saiph's figure as she came up the tree after him. She asked an interesting question. "So what are we going to do now...? I mean since Jahhar has his hands full and all." As if she had no intentions to attack, but was instead giving Sabata a choice if he wanted to fight with her. Sabata gazed into her eyes with curiosity. What did she truly want? Jahhar's blade was halted as it ran into bone. Jahhar also stopped. He pulled his blade back from the wing which had intercepted it. Sieben, he had appeared out of nowhere. Sieben spoke to his comrades, even ordering one to go home. "Jahhar mine...take the other one, Saiph. Be careful." Jahhar heard Sieben's last words the most clearly. Jahhar spoke out to the dragon which had been shot and was now ordered to go home. The dragon (Shadow) which was now trying to recruit the newcomers (Dumu and Shanu). "You were shot by one of Sieben's followers and now you and mindlessly following Sieben's orders. What are you hoping to gain from the monster? He doesn't have anything to offer but pain and suffering!" Jahhar turned his head and looked back to Sieben. "You know I'm not lying." The flames surrounding the sun katana were clearly visible now. Sieben could surely feel the heat radiating from the weapon as Jahhar pointed the tip of the blade at Sieben's face and with much malice, jabbed it foward. During these events, stored energy within Jahhar was flowing through his body. Energies which intensified Jahhar's strength and reflexes to great extremes. Energies which Jahhar would need if he wanted to even consider giving Sieben a lick of pain... or possibly death... "I find it hard to imagine that you've suddenly lost your desire to fight," spoke Sabata. "So we should continue where we left off." Sabata lunged at Saiph. As Sabata impacted his target, both dragons fell from the tree to the ground. Sabata held one of his knives to the back of Saiph's neck as the two of them fell. The other was pointed into her back so that when she presumably hit the ground first, she would be impaled. Sabata cringed at the thought of killing such a wonderous female as Saiph. Yet, he couldn't--wouldn't forget his duty to fight for his family first.
<span style='color:purple'>Saiph wasn't at all surprised at how this Sabata came at her tackling her from the tree. She grinned up at him and reached one of her hands up touching it to the side of his face. He was indeed someone that she could really connect with. Her train of thought was changed an instant after that as she felt the tips of both of his blades press against her neck and backside. She gazed up into his eyes and smirked lightly at him before forcing herself to slip from his grasp instantly. But it wasn't a clean escape as she suffered a cut upon the back of her neck and rather long slash down her spine. She took the advantage and flipped up onto his back. She placed both of her feet against his spine and forced all of her weight onto him. It wasn't long after she did this did they collide with ground. She wasn't to sure that the weight shift would have done anything to Sabata, but she really didn't care. Upon his back she still was. A smile spread over her face as he leaned down and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Comeon...I know that you really don't want to hurt me..." She stood up and walked off his back looking over her shoulder at him, swishing her tail into the direction of his face, taunting him. The wounds upon her body was healing over as she stood there just gazing upon Sabata, waiting for him to get up.</span> --- <span style='color:darkred'>It was expected of Jahhar going all out and showing off her power in front of his brother. A sinister grin came across Sieben's face as he took a step back allowing his own energy to rip through his body. He made his energy apparent as well, flowing off of his body in white flames. He reached his bladed hand up and turned it up into Jahhar's direction, popping his neck. "You are right to a extent Jahhar...but I only showed you suffering. I showed you pain. You defied me..." Sieben waved his other hand out away from his body hissing under his breath as a long katana came from his flesh and grew all the way out until coming to a stop at the crimson laced hilt. Dark energy began to flow in a flowing river motion from the blade that continuously back tracked over and over. He grinned at Jahhar and caused the bladed hand to return to normal as he took a step towards him. "So...tell me again why you and your accursed family hate me so?"</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the hiatus guys. I'm back on a normal regime now ^_^ Thanks Steph. This'll be pretty straight forward x.x. I'll do Ivumo next Aaron</td></tr></table> <span style='color:skyblue'>Even with Dumu's ability to control his thoughts and prepare himself for anything, the events happened so quickly. He had never seen guns before, like Shanu, but before he had time to pick brains to find out what was going on, shots were fired. It was almost like Vampires could and would speak their own way, and at such a speed that Dumu couldn't keep up. It unnerved him. Never before had he been caught off guard - apart from his sister, of course. She could predict his movements, now, due to him teaching her. Nonetheless, Dumu's ears twitched as the bullets screamed through the air, burrowing into skin and spilling blood; he knew what it was like to see blood. At that moment, dark, metallic blue eyes flicked over to Shanu, who had gotten herself away quickly enough. Blades were drawn; the 'dragons threatening each other allowed the dual-striped misfit - in this sea of raging hormones, lust, hatred and disgust - to adjust, compensating for the initial break away speed with which everything began to take place. Nevertheless, things were still moving too quickly for him to interfere, risking his neck; he would not allow Shanu to be harmed, and she was nearly shot by Sabata. This would not happen! He stepped to one side as Saiph, too, moved, to get nearer to Shanu. If he was confused, he would only imagine how Shanu must be feeling. He began to look back at her, when the lithe frame of Jahhar climbed the tree, his sword unsheathed. Any and all happenings before then were blanked due to simply trying to find out what was going on. Why were they trying to kill each other? And why was no one dropping from being shot? A spark fired in his mind, struggling to creep its way back up to the present. Vampires can heal themselves. Whatever was going to happen, it mattered a fraction compared to the safety of his only family. Glancing over to her as she was rubbing her ears more frantically, he could see she was starting to panic. Swiftly, a fairly muscled right arm pulled her into him - letting her know she was safe. From the corner of his eye, Jahhar appear to drop with the sword glowing between his grasp. Dumu's ears shot up to the harsh, high pitched creak of steel against bone. The blunt force was not preceded by any slicing, or spilling of blood. Just the blunt resonance. Sieben had appeared with no prior warning. He wasn't even close enough before appearing to give Dumu and signals. The new being, by far the strongest of them all, commanded enough respect that Shanu, too, glanced up at him without first laying her eyes upon the others. In that time, there was silence for him. From where he was, Dumu couldn't make everything out perfectly, but there was some scuttling after this new one materialised. Saiph clawed her way up the tree to Sabata but Sieben had drawn a sword from nowhere, extending it towards Jahhar.</span> <span style='color:blue'>This is quite enough.</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>Dumu shot forward his left hand from Shanu's shoulder; his dark blue eyes narrowed; a light flickered deep inside before a heat threw itself from the palm of his hand like a phantom limb, siezing hold this new weapon and wrenched it back towards him, tearing it clean from Sieben's hands.</span> <span style='color:blue'>There will be no more blood shed here. Whatever you have done to this land is beyond sickening. I believe it is you who called my sister here; for what?</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>He had begun to lose his patience with all the carryings ons, but this one could easily kill Dumu if he attacked him, unless Dumu was smart about everything. His telepathy briefly licked the surface of Sieben's being.</span> <span style='color:blue'>Sieben, is it? If you're as gifted as I believe you are, you can smell on me that I am no vampire. If any of you are gifted, you know this to be true. I want to know, from you - Sieben - why it is you have disrupted Shanu's sleep to bring her to such a violent land.</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>His eyes never blinked, nor did they shift from Sieben's form, taking account of everyone's movement. He didn't even register Shadow speaking, but the beast - Khumdap - he was aware of, being of little concern to him even when she batted his tail. Shanu smiled when the cat-like creature appeared to want to play with her brother. Dropping from his hands, Shanu reached one delicate paw over to stroke the black animal's head. Tilting her head to one side, the royal blue pelted femme smiled as amber orbs glowed harmlessly. Shanu loved animals. Khumdap was by far the most gorgeous she'd seen.</span> <span style='color:white'>Maybe you can hear me. I'm Shanu; is that your owner there?</span> <span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu, too, had missed what Shadow had said to them, only because of Dumu's little risky speech. She caught site of his wings loosen a bit more, prepared to take flight to avoid any coming assault. This time, they were both adjusted, ready for the vampires' actions. Deep in her stomach, though, Shanu felt he had just messed with the wrong 'dragon, but knew that no matter what, she would be safe. Turning her sapphire eyes up to Sieben, she adopted a somewhat rebellious posture, supporting every word Dumu had said, showing clearly that she really was enjoying her sleep.</span>
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #993300 solid; border-top:4px #993300 solid; border-right:4px #993300 solid; border-bottom:4px #993300 solid"><tr><td><font color=#993300><div align="justify"> -NP Alex ^_^- <font color=#993300>~i wish i wasn't this way...~</font> Shadow hated this, the useless violence that vampires would do for pleasure. But what annoyed him more was the assumptions that Jahhar made. His master treated him with kindness and had always done so, even when he was against him. Anyone who recieved the sharper end of Siebens' tongue must have deserved it. But the only tell tale sign that Shadow had even listened to the teslo babble was a growl. Tempation whispered for him to strike down the one who spoke of his master with such venom, but Sieben would command him to do so if it was needed, instead he turned to look for any possible intruders out of his line of sight. But as his reddened orbs turned back onto the scene. Not only was the mortal out from hiding, but he was interfering with the fight. What did he want to do?! Become lunch! The amber like orbs of Khumdap swirled to look upon the female that was stroking her head in a manner that erupted a purr to her throat. Her throat idled however when she heard the voice in her feline skull. Who was talking to her?! Her audits twitched as she tried to communicate back to the Shanu who had spoken to her " My owner, little blue one, is the one over there, He calls himself Shadow, and was shot by that vile female that is beside the master vampire, But i suggest you take your brother to the temple with Shadow and things will be further explained. These creatures are vampires like yourself but lack the compassion that my owner and you share" She said smoothly with the dialect of a scholar, although she could not usually express her words in such an easy manner to anyone she was glad for the release of someone understanding her fully, in fact it even showed outwardly with a loud mioaw that vibrated off the trees making her owner look at her questionably at her. His injured state did not hide the smile that he gave the two however and he lolled with his hind leg raised behind him to the pair. " I see you can talk with Khumdap, you have a talent i do not possess fully yet, but i fear for you and your brothers safety, my dear, come with me and i'll explain everything i can " And with those small but polite words Shadow walked over to Dumu and his dangerous situation he was now in. A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder as he quickly changed from his four legged form into his bipedal, his eyes although pupiless could say more than words and he implored the male to step away and come with him, to bring the female with him. " This place isn't for you " Shadow kept his gaze for only a few extra moments before turing to look at his master, his head bowed and he made to speak again, this time it was lower, submissive, yet it held a tone that said 'give me what i want' " Please master, forget his mistake let me take them to the temple, i want to show them my...room... " He supposed it would sound rather childish to the blue pair, but he didn't want them hurt and with being a favourite of the masters' he would hopefully be allowed to keep the mortal safe till further knowledge. He didn't want anyone to die. The sweet mortality that Dumu had only reminded him of the mortality of the one he loved. Or maybe it was the innocent state that Shanu possessed and the protective stance of her brother that reminded him of Veaji, and how he would go to any length to protect her from harm just like Dumu would do for his little sister. Granted they had differnet versions of this love, but the principle was the same. <tag /></td></tr></table>
Jahhar glared at Sieben and stepped back, but his katana remained pointed at Sieben's face. He listened to Sieben's words. Jahhar was about to reply when one of the newcomers (Dumu) spoke up suddenly. "Sieben, is it? If you're as gifted as I believe you are, you can smell on me that I am no vampire. If any of you are gifted, you know this to be true. I want to know, from you - Sieben - why it is you have disrupted Shanu's sleep to bring her to such a violent land." Jahhar thought he sensed... prehaps a light taste of annoyance. With any luck he could find himself with another ally, but if that happened, would this character know what he was up against? The odds seemed to constantly stack themselves against Jahhar. He began to question if he was wise in coming with only himself and his brother. Enemies were everywhere, and each one was so loyal so Sieben. Jahhar's psychological attack towards Shadow seemed to ricochet off of him like a bouncy ball hitting a concrete wall. Jahhar feared showing hesitation. Hesitation could be seen as a sign of weakness... Jahhar re-focused his attention on Sieben and Sieben's question. "I think its funny that you ask," replied Jahhar. "You act as if you don't remember what you did to me... the hellish night you put me through." The series of events which had happened long ago flooded into his mind. Sieben had caused destruction to his friends and him, Hiei and Teakany. Playing with the three as if they were mere animals. Sieben had nearly killed them. Then, when Sieben was finished, he had simply used fronima and fixed everything, and had wiped clean the minds of those who had been involved. Some miracle allowed Jahhar's mind to remember what Sieben thought he had erased. When Jahhar confronted Sieben over the matter, Sieben had merely tried to kill Jahhar by drinking his blood. Jahhar had escaped, but he had Sieben's mark. "We all make mistakes, but the mistake you made when you attacked me long ago is a mistake you won't live to regret--when I'm finished with you!" Jahhar shouted at Sieben, pointing with his left hand before re-gripping his weapon--the sun katana, which now burned substantially. Hate and anger masked Jahhar's common sense as he attacked Sieben, they also fueled Jahhar as he charged at Sieben, and slashed vertically at the vampire. Intending to shear Sieben into two halves. The blade flashed through the air, leaving a burning smell behind. --- Sabata was suprised by the agility of the femme, who quickly moved on top of him. He landed flat on his front, on his arms. The blades sliced into his chest. Sabata was paralyzed for a half of a moment, as the wind had been knocked out of him. As Saiph bent over to kiss him, Sabata was able to slide his arms out from under himself. "Comeon...I know that you really don't want to hurt me..." The words rang in Sabata's ears as he rolled over onto his back and looked at Saiph. Coughing once more, Sabata slowly got to his feet. By the time he was standing, his shallow wounds were closing themselves. A brief wave of nausia from being winded swept over Sabata. As Sabata took in a deep breath and let it out, he felt fine again. He hadn't anticipated hitting the ground in such a way. In fact, he was hoping that his prime target would be dead... "What makes you jump to the conclusion that I wouldn't want to hurt you?" questioned Sabata, regaining his poise. He spoke calmly, the words flowing from his mouth like liquid. He took a step towards Saiph, wickedly laughing, soft at first and then more loudly as he took another step. "You have proven yourself as an accomplished fighter. I am impressed with that, but, if you want to try to prove your superiority over myself... the fight must go on." Several feet from Saiph, Sabata locked the butterfly knives open and flicked his wrists to send the deadly shards of steel towards Saiph like spearheads.
Tvim noticed a strange sensation comming from far out in the forest. It felt as though alot of blood would be spilled soon. She stood from where she had been sitting near Rilith. Moving towards the door, she sat in the doorway, staring out towards where the feeling was comming from. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she sighed. To be sentenced to baby-sit was a pain for her. She really wanted to be out where all the action was.
