Paush, and possibly many others, knew that he alone couldn't use Fronima 'magic' properly to 'read minds' or 'transport thoughts'. But a surge of negitive energy surged through his spine. The red flitter had eyed the beast for a time being, and Paush didn't need Lina to warn the him. The masculine had a powerful instinct; he of all pendragon should of known that Black Market was fused with chaos alone; but yet why did he deny it? <span style='color:red'>Call... off... Shade...</span>. He didn't need to answer her foolish questions; her stalling had done her nothing, and Paush was careful to retrive equal information as she had done him. It was time. The bird's loyalty to Paush was overwhelming, and she couldn't contrl the urge. Lina swooped down, below the cryptic canopy and upon the shoulder of the masculine. She was obidient, like a canine, and understood Paush like no other. She eyed the concealed beast; nothing could get past the flitter. The pair embraced themselvews for an attack; but paush, too, was rather barbaric, and could take the blow with ease and strike back. Barbaric vs. Chaos. Evil vs. Dark. Dying vs. Dead. The conflict in the sick joy was blossoming.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> o.o? how did Paush know Shade's name?... i thought he didn't have any telepathy, telekinisis, etc?</td></tr></table> Asphyxia took a step forward, arching her tail so the scythe-like tail blade was at the ready, should she need to use it. She was aware that the flitter could sense the Koroshiya, animals were known for their ability to sense spirits. She was slightly surprised that Paush knew Shade by name. <span style='color:gray'>"Sweet, I would make him go away if I could, cross my heart and hope to die. Again."</span> she smirked, approaching furthur. By now the hunger was taking over her body, the urge to leap forward and tear the living heart from the males' chest was almost unrestrainable. <span style='color:gray'>"Shade is just that, a shade, a wraith, a phantom. What ever you choose to call him, he is a malicious spirit, and he calls my shadow home."</span>
[<span style='color:red'>out of character</span>]Bleh. He can't use them welll... but when in this 'vibe' he just heard 'Shade', 'pet', and 'feed'. After that, he assumed. He refused to shift his stance; he was perfectly capable of battling the two. <span style='color:red'>Eh? What's that? Should I really converate with a corspe?</span> furry had overcome him.
<span style='color:gray'>"Paush... Do you wish to fight me?"</span> Asp hissed, her formidable talons slidding free from their sheaths with a series of dull clicks. <span style='color:gray'>"I certainly hope so..." </span>She smiled, a cold, cruel grin that revielde dozens of abnormally large teeth. Her breath carrying the sickly sweet smell of death and decay, and the reek seemed to swirl in the air around her as she walked straight for him. Her eyes had become little more than glowing red pits of festering hate and evil, matching the identical oculi her Koroshiya consort posessed. As she drew closer still, her grasp on Shade began to slip, and a darker, more predatory feeling spread through her body like some sick euphoria.
The wicked aroma of rotting flesh had traveled into Paush's nostrils; talons expanded, as large canines revealed blood stains. He didn't exactly 'tower' over the living corpose, but he was slightly larger. His hind and fore muscules flexxed, causing a delicate layer of flesh to pump. Pupilless eyes where unusually tranquil, with a fevourish glow. A thin brow was raised in suspection, as fore shoulders shifted forward. <span style='color:red'>I have no need to challenge the weak, unless you intend to challenge me,</span> the mistified tone revived. Paush believed he had talent, but he knew he had skill. Her move. He wasn't going to be the prey.
Asphyxia laughed. <span style='color:gray'>"Weak? You presume much young one. I have been hunting the likes of you for many centuries now... You are simply another snack in the buffet of life to one such as I." </span> Paush was marginally taller then Asp, and definatly more solidly built, and to an unknowing observer, there could be no contest between who would win. Her own frame of skin streatched tight over a lanky skeleton was deceptivly frail and delicate. Although it appeared as though the ramatian nosferatu could be crushed with one well aimed blow, she was strong; as if she drew on some demonic spring of power. <span style='color:gray'>"And as I am currantly undistracted by any other events, I hereby challenge you."</span> Asp lurched forward, the talons of one hand arcing for Paush's neck, while the others went for his gut. At the speed she launched herself, he would most likely not be able to block both of her attacks. A dark, primal growl of animalistic rage welled up from her throat as she went for the kill.
The thick, red liquid dribbled down the masculine's slender neck; the tranquil glow was dimming in his inky black occuli. He forced the bony hand off his body, a clenching fist blowing the corpose in the stomache. With might, still pinning her against the large rock, her thwacked her face. Again, Then again. A continuous smacking routine throbbed in a rhymic pattern. More blood trickled down the side of his neck; the wound was throbbing in an irritating pain, as his blood drained through his body. He wasn't grwoing weak, but he was grwoing rather light headed...
There was a strange wheezing noise as the air was forced out of Asp's lings from the force of the blow. She was pinned, and Paush was dealing out soe damage to her face. Nothing that wouldn't heal in time, but it was still painful and annoying. Asp took a moment to collect herself, then snapped out at his hand as it came in for another blow. Her fangs scrapped through fur and flesh, but she didn't know if she had gotten a good enough grip. Still, something was better than nothing; she jerked her head, like a crocodile tearing chunks of a water-logged carcass. She could taste blood on her tongue, and as the same crimson liquid dripped off of her claws. She winced around his fist, at least a few of her teeth had been loosened by his attack, and her right eye was beginning to swell shut. Asp could also taste a small amount of her own blood mingling with that of Paush's in her mouth. As she tried to do as much damage to his hand as possible, her bladed tail whipped around. From this angle she couldn't use the tail scythe, but she could still whip at his unprotected back with the skeletal appendage.
[<span style='color:red'>out of character</span>] Mature Content. PG14? The bleeding had begun to subside, before 'it' attacked him.With both 'hands', her flung her away from his head. Paush growled like a visious canine; he snarled as he steped on her left knee, towering over her. That was how she belonged, dead. Burried in the depths of hell, were she could erign all of the little pathetic peasents she wanted. <span style='color:red'>You are going to...</span> he paused, growing weak as he bled. <span style='color:red'>... dies here, because you decided to mess with me, and I'm going to let the lycanthropes take your damned soul down, like the damn corpes you are.</span>
<span style='color:gray'> "I am so much more than a corpse..."</span> Asp chuckled licking at the blood that ran out of the corner of her mouth. She smiled in a crazed way at the male above her. The blood she was loosing slowly made no differance to her, she could heal in a flash. Already her bruises and scrapes were mending, and her black eye was trobbing less and less. <span style='color:gray'>"It's a terrible shame your only mortal..."</span> Asp lamented aloud, "You have obvious power." she sighed, <span style='color:gray'>"To bad you'll simply grow old and die."</span> She smirked.<span style='color:gray'> "Such a waste..."</span> She lifted her head up to look at her knee, currantly pinned by his weight. The larger pendragon was on the verge of shattering her kneecap, the joint was being painfully compressed, and if he didn't relent soon, it would surely be crushed under the force. She gritted her jaw tightly, trying to free her tail from behind her. She had been lucky not to fall on the blade, she would have been run through by the razor sharp appendage. Just enough of her tail was free that she could swing the large blade in a sharp arc, directly towards Paush's thigh.
<span style='color:red'>But youth... when it lasts, it overcomes age,</span>, beads of blood dribbled into his mouth. He took one last sock at her left eye, then subsided. He was weak, and defending attacks from the small bird hovering above him wasn't easy. <span style='color:red'>Leave, you damn bird, before you get me killed!</span> he screamed. The bird subsided to the bare treetops; she'd followed Paush around since her birth, and now he was talking rather loudly to her. He showed anger. Was he mad at her?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> eep, swearingk! OMFG!!!111one+shift11 DUN REED!11@.o XD oh, and since paush didn't try to block, i'm going to assume asp hit him.</td></tr></table> Asphyxia just laughed. <span style='color:gray'>"With age comes wisdom, and wisdom always overcomes hot head little shits like yourself dearest." </span>she smirked. Her tail blade sunk deeply into his thigh while he was seemingly distracted by his silly little bird. She could feel warms blood trickle down the blade and onto her scragely tail. The bird itself had made one mistake, one that could prove fatal. A pair of burning eyes watched the tiny avian, their owner slowly creeping through the foliage towards the female flitter.
Lina, abandoned, darted towards the shelter of a mossy quilt, shielding the dying tree. Paush, his back turned, wiped the metallic red liquid off his face. The warmth of the iron like taste soothed the large pendragon's nerves, a tranquil sensation coming over them. <span style='color:red'>Go pick at someone else's ass,</span> he murmured. A fevourish tinge settled in his threatening tone; he had excepted his limit. If the damn corpse wanted to pick a fight, oh, she got one all right. As silence fell, he waited for the light crunch of steps to faint away. His sences had grown with experience; they were truely vampiric. He eyed the flitter, warm breathe escaping his nostrils. What did the damn bird want? He made a mistake. That bird was officially his stalker.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Eep... pardon my ineptitude, but you post isn't really making sense in my brain... Could you just tell me, ooc, what's going on? @.o; </td></tr></table>
[<span style='color:red'>out of character</span>] -poke- Brain problems? I get 'em all zeh time. @.0 Paush ish just waiting for you to make a move; he ish rather weak. His flitter, Lina, constantly follows him around, and now he thinks she is getting one his nerves.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> @_^ danke, and icky short post @.<</td></tr></table> Asphyxia lurched forward, sinking her claws into Paush's chest and pulling him down on top of her. Her hands quickly freed themselves and her arms wrapped around his body in a steel grip that seemed impossible for one a wraith-like as her. Already the smell of blood was driving her slowly insane. She needed to feed... Now. She growled and bared her fangs, diving for his throat.
Sttunned, Paush frantically tried to pull her away. He could feel his blood, his life. Fefensive, he dove away, quickly scanning for shelter. Nothing. Nothing but bare - visible - clearings, surrounded by wilting trees. Was this his fate - to die, pleeing for mercy at the foot of evil? --No, not evil: something eviler. the masculine's brood feets begain to sank with the moisture of the earthen dirt path. Something clicked in his head: Black Market. He dodged her, heading for the high walls of Black Market.
Asphyxia hissed quietly under her breath; so was so hungry... but her food insisted on playing with her... She smirked and took off after Paush, her long thin legs carrying her with lengthy strides. She resisted the urge to take off and run after the male; the predatory part of her brain was keyed on movement, and his attempts at escape were flairing up 'prey' signals all through her brain. Still, she kept her pace quick but methodical, she would let his own actions be his downfall...
[<span style='color:red'>out of character</span>] Um, since this isn't a private plot, I'm playing two characters. But the character I'm about to play has a strong rivalry against Paush. ;) [<span style='color:red'>back in character</span> - <span style='color:green'>Khup</span>] Albino masculine paced through the streets at leading pace.Unlike Paush, who's canine qualities stood out more than his attitude, Khup was a large cat. Whiskers frickled his short maw, centred below two stern red optics. The creature's powerful control was overwhelming, for every fiber in his body took part in his strength. The quad flexed his muscules; he knew the bare streets of Black Market were pickled with drunk thugs, wanting to impress a female. He reclined upon his sturdy haunches, examining his left fore paw. Speeding by, Paush darted into the allies. <span style='color:green'>Well all be damn. The bitch himself.</span>
[<span style='color:red'>in charcter</span> - <span style='color:purple'>Paush</span>] Paush seemed to tremble; he was actually nervous. He wanted a senario with a vampire, and oh, he got one. Dodging piles of filth, Paush glided out of sight. Running... he almost couldn't stop.
