<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>w00t! I'm up! this is actually movin along pretty smoothly! :D Good Aye!</td></tr></table> Nasul continued walking several paces, listening intently for a call back, but finding none he fumed. Ooookaaaay... Plan B... He stopped and lengthened his gleaming white claws, and then judging his appearance in the white mirror like surface to be acceptable, he shortened them again to a nice clean inch, and flicked a few grains of sand from his cheek. Now he looked the part of a beautiful young male of around 20, and his attitude had changed in an instant to match. He stood up on his hind legs, the crease in his brow disappeared, his fur developed a smooth silky black sheen, and he arched his spine into as best a posture as possible. Perfect. Sex appeal at optimum, try numero twooo... He waltzed back to the group, careful to rip a nice piece of his ragged brown cloak to use as a loincloth first, the cloak itself carefully stored from the small band of leather that ran from his shoulder to his side, ammo belt style. The band had been modified now to reveal several pouches containing a few small items of personal importance, along with a few changes of clothes and some toxins and chemicals, just in case. Now everything was perfect. He was the handsome lone traveler, close to, but at the same time, nothing like, an Anubi. Time to test his new style... <span style='color:green'>Errrr... Hi again... Sorry for my little outburst back there... But I seem to have lost my direction... Could anyone please...</span> He trailed off, letting his calm smooth words sink in. With a small shift he was standing at his full height, towering over most of the others, not only would this intimidate the males, but it would prove his hidden point to the females... He still had a few tricks up his sleeve, but according to his calculations, this new plan would leave all the females stunned on the first shot, and hopefully provide him with the news he so desperately needed, after a wee bit more sweet talking...
<span style='color:red'>Damn it! I hate birds!</span> She felt the hat lift slightly, in an instant her paw was around the bird's foot. She tugged it out of her hat and then, tugged it down hard, her other paw soon had it by the neck, and the other bound its feet. <span style='color:red'>Keep...your...fuckin...bird...to...yourself...</span> She walked over and thru it down in front of it's owner's feet and spat at it. She felt up by her hat where the bird had been, there was now a nice hole in her hat. She was furious...That hat was one of a kind! It was from Earth! The last thing her Grandpa ever sent to her! Her eyes flashed bright red in anger. <span style='color:red'>Or my good Cucu friend here will be eatting it for dinner...</span> She turned to the lost dragons. <span style='color:red'>South is that way...there is an oasis about 600 steps in that way, turn east after it and about 1000 steps later you should be in a small town that can give you further directions home. Don't do it as-the-trisk-flys as you will most likely get lost and most likely no one will help you.</span> She said this pointing left. All of this seemed routine for her, she was used to pointing people in the right direction when it came to deserts. She sensed the Caramel dragon was very much not happy with the current cituation. Nekhalla decided it was best to get these travelers on their ways.
Thi glared at Nekhalla, she was about to attack the 'dragon as her now very injured bird was thrust at her. She began by scopping up her bird gently in her arms, looking at it quite fondly and sadly, being careful of it incase it had gotten anything broken. She turned her attention back to Nekhalla. A snarl peirced her lips. She was not the type to fight, but this 'dragon had gone too far. turning to the 'dragon nearest her, being Nasul, she deposited Panik, her loyal Trisk into his arms. <span style='color:blue'>Please watch her for me for a short while?</span> She asked Nasul pleadingly. With this she jumped at Nekhalla. Her cucu would be a good target to attack, but this time, Dos had not injured the bird. Her rage and sorrow flung at Nekhalla as her hat was pulled out of her hands and flung high into the air. Tears streamed slightly as she breathed heavily standing in front of Nekhalla. Her teeth were gritted as the hat came down, a small dagger was pulled out of concealment and sliced through the hat. It fell to the ground in two halves. With a almost unseen flash, the dagger was returned to it's hidden spot.
The first greeting that she had was actually a harsh one. She recoiled and held back a snarl. She wasn't so sure if snarling at the angry stranger would be a good either. She looked mad enough to kill. Kutz moved several feet away from the hot head and looked at the rest of the group to see if anyone cared enough to help or if they're just the same as the first pendragon. One of them, who had what looked like painted steeled wings (anyone who could fly in those things seemed ridiculus but somehow this pendragon has them), had asked the question for the way out. So he was lost too. Which means this isn't a group meeting and probably the everybody do not know everybody. Kutz waited for the stranger's question to be answered because she too, was heading south until she crash-landed here. The other, who had trailed off in one direction, came back looking oh so perfect, at least to Kutz. Her heart was beating irregularly or maybe just slightly faster than it's usual pace. She slyly eyed the male and then gave one tiny shy smile. Keep...your...fuckin...bird...to...yourself... snapped her out of her daze. She turned towards another, whom was occupying herself with her holed hat. And finally someone gave directions. Thanks for the directions she said gratefully. The desert felt like an oven and she just wanted to get out of it as fast as she could. Then she realized she won't get out as fast as she wanted because 'out' was veerry faaar away. She did a quick calculation and it was 1600 steps before the way out. Her wing wasn't up to flying much. It ached from the fall. While she was thinking this, she noticed that the 'dragon which the Goth had scolded, ripped the precious hat in half. Kutz predicted that there would be a fight. It would be interesting and scary and dangerous at the same time. She didn't know whether to stay and watch or to go and possibly not get dragged into the coming fight. If there was a coming fight.
<h4>Out of Character</h4> I'm fairly sure Leah's dropped out of this thread, at least for the time-being. <h4>In Character</h4> Things were definitely not improving — but they were not getting worse, either. The stranded group of pendragons was still milling around, Stormwing in the center of it all, tense and angry. But not many were paying attention to her, or feeding into her hostility. In fact, as mismatched eyes flickered over each member of this makeshift group in turn, the young female realized that, somewhere along the line, they had stopped paying attention and split off into their own little spats. Two were bickering over a bird, while others begged for directions. Yet others were simply padding around, observing. This realization that none were paying much mind to the banded thill did not make her even angrier, as it might have with another pendragon. Instead, Winger took advantage of this ignorance to her hot words, and watched the others, letting the heat burn away her temper. The distraction of the others also helped, and as she turned her head this way and that way, once more looking at each 'dragon in turn, she felt her anguish seep slowly away. That was, until she did a double take of the infuriating "tourist" whom had begun to walk away, and then returned. He'd shifted on his way back towards the group, and now he towered over all of them, smiling smugly. He had a cocky look in his eye, and the way he held himself caused a liquid stream of fire to leap in Stormwing's gut. She could clearly hear the oily sleaze in his voice, and see the arrogance in his stance. It sickened the female, almost to a point of psychotic reaction, but she checked herself. Instead of reaching into her pouch to withdraw her firearms, in order to blow this dick's dick away, she closed her eyes, counted backwards from ten, and then opened again. He was still there, and still sweet talking. Oh, how it burned Winger, that he was trying at such a sexist tactic. But she wouldn't let him get under her skin, attain the upper hand. No way. Gaining her four mitts beneath her, the female trotted out from the epicenter of the group, padding far enough away to be out of mind for most of them. She then turned her back — but only for a second — and shifted into her bipedal form. Though she was not ashamed nor embarrassed about her nudity, she nevertheless withdrew a thin white shirt and a pair of ragged jeans from her pouch, and tossed them on over her slender bodice. She also drew out the pistols, which she slipped into garters on her thighs. All dressed and zipped, she then stood, and walked back to the cluster of 'dragons, taking a position near the smug male. She could feel the aura around him, soaked in his vibes of narcissism. But she was an even bigger narc' than he, and she quickly swallowed any anger, and looked appraisingly at the male. "Trying to seduce us now, are you?" Storm queried, her voice as cutting as a blade. There was no hiding the fact that she was righteously pissed at this audacious male. "We don't wanna hear your sweet-as-honey voice, pig. Nobody knows the directions out of this place, and nobody can help you. You shoulda kept walking. Dumbass." The notion that perhaps these were a bunch of criminals, or a group of espionage agents, or a myriad of other bad scenarios, had played out in Storm's mind. But now the heat and her (controlled but nevertheless endless) anger caused the female to become a bit more reckless. She was no longer skidding around the edges of offenses. She gazed fully into the male's eyes as she enunciated "dumb ass," and the silver bead of mercury on her tongue reflected a beaming sun. Maybe he was a big bad tough guy, an officer, a mercenary, or maybe just a cold blooded serial killer. Or maybe he was nothing. But she wasn't afraid of him, and her paranoia of them all had evaporated. 'Cause Stormwing was pretty sure she was the only military officer packing heat in this situation. And that was undeniably an upper hand.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ah Alright, I apologise, x_X I should really read into things more. *scratches his head* Thanks by the way, cause I realised I pasted the last paragraph twice over from word x_X I've edited it, does it look alright?</td></tr></table> Nasul took a step back, clearly not expecting a Trisk in his arms and a fiery female in his face, not to mention the fight that was already breaking out! He set the bird gently on the sand, and turned to face Storm, his red eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and urge for violence. <span style='color:green'>Plan C... Portray yourself as the strongest fighter... Go for the fear factor...</span> He flexed his muscles and his claws grew to a healthy foot. His right claw was lowered slowly and steadily to point threateningly at the offenderÂ’s nose. The other was raised, ready to strike in a split second, right through the jugular. His feet were also ready to move in an instant, to move him out of harms way, to a safer distance where he would be able to dodge any incoming attacks, which could be near anything, gunfire, magical attacks, or even a thrown blade. The plan was risky and violent, but that was exactly what Nasul wanted. A free test subject, or two, or three, even four, was never something to pass up, especially in the middle of nowhere, where bodies could be easily buried and left for scavengers. His claws needed to be tested for durability as well. He wanted Storm to attack him as soon as possible, unless a tougher opponent came up... <span style='color:green'>Listen lady, unless you want your organs served to you on a platter, you're going to SHUT UP right now. I'm not in the mood for theatrics today, especially not from a crazed female rights activist. Now you could have given me the info I wanted, and let me go, but noÂ… You had to challenge meÂ… So youÂ’re going to give me everythin of value, RIGHT NOW</span> <span style='color:green'>Yes! That was excellent! Now theyÂ’ll be even more confused and angry, youÂ’re nothing more than a worthless, piggish, greedy robber to them! They might challenge you, they might even fight back, but it will force you to meet them with considerable forceÂ… Most likely resulting in the needed test subjects and resultsÂ… YouÂ’re a genius!</span> Nobody in their right mind would want to challenge a massive, black furred, long and sharp clawed monster, would they? But the sun waaas beating down fairly hard... He was getting antsy, unlike him, the calm and collected Nasul Hygat... If everything failed he could just revert to his normal form and say he was a werewolf... But no... He was going to leave here with several new test results and a ground littered with bodies. He was actually hoping it would as dangerous as possible, but unknown to him, the experiment had changed him slightlyÂ… Adding to his latent urge for action and bloodshedÂ… A primal urge never met in his life as a scientistÂ…
Instantly her hand was in her bag and pulled out yet ANOTHER hat and slammed it on her head before her ears could stand up. This one was even MORE wierd, it was a long earred, pink, rabbit hat. She bent over a picked up her hat and sighed...It would take days to magically repair each thread...Days! She was not happy...Her eyes flashed red. <span style='color:red'>I won't fight you if thats what you want...I have enough problems on my hands, I don't need some little girl whining about her bird too. Get a grip...Its a fuckin bird...no sentimental value...it will eventally just die on you in a few years. Your stupid bird needs to be trained better, out here pulling stunts like that could get it and you on a dinner plate. Not only for a Cucu.</span> She carefully placed the pieces in the bag, with a silent reverance. The white Cucu pawed at the bird, not wanting to eat it...just checking to make sure it was down and out. <span style='color:red'>Dos! Get away from that! You don't know where its been! If you get sick again, I will not be very happy!</span> The Cucu walked carefully back to Nekhalla, who's hat definatly clashed with her gothic outfit. It kept her ears down and thats all she needed it to do. He then dug his claws into her pants leg again, becoming a leg ornament. Nekhalla gave him a good pat on the head, he purred a bit. He was still cutting off circulation to Nekhalla's foot.
<h4>Out of Character</h4> Precaution, Storm has yet to draw her guns. Thus, your character magically 'knowing' that she has them is a big no-no. It's called metaplaying. Please remove anything (including action, thoughts, and dialogue) referring to her having guns from your post as soon as possible. And please review Rule VIII on the http://shadowlack.com/rules.phprules page</a>. Thank-you. Oh. One more thing. Storm's pouch is not a satchel. It's a physical pouch, like a marsupial's. It's part of her body. And there's no way he could know about it, either, as there's no outward indication of its presence, and the entrace is between her legs. I thought that was important to note. *Nods slowly* Edit — Yes, it looks much better now. Thanks for changing it.
Thi was as fiery as she could be. <span style='color:blue'>I have grown very attached to my "stupid bird" Besides, if you're going by that theory then you have a "stupid cucu" that will only die on you in a few years anyway.</span> She yelled gesturing angrily at Dos. She then decided that if the Anubi was cruel enough to hurt her companion then her's might just get a taste of her own medicine. As the cucu pawed her bird, she slashed out at it, allowing a long gash to appear on its side as it climed it's owners leg. She smirked happily and picked up Panik lovingly.
<h4>Out of Character</h4>It's been almost a week, and Kutz hasn't posted, so I'm going to go ahead. Sorry for the rather abrupt exit. Finals week is coming up, and I'm also trying to focus on the "face-off" plot. <h4>In Character</h4> Perhaps the male's sudden and alarming transformations would have elicited a scream from a lesser pendragon. But Storm was a military officer. It was her obligation to be unphased, even in the face of greatest danger. Hence, though the scything talon was quite impressive, and though the arden's added words were full of promising violence, Stormwing did not bat an eyelash. She continued to stare at him with her glinting hybrid eyes. Silent. Scrutinizing. Still. When she finally chose to react, it was abrupt. She took a quick step back from him, and then the sound of tearing cloth could be heard. The next thing anyone knew, two enormous white wings had burst into existence at her back. They were marvelous and feathered, and quite obviously powerful. In the next instant, while this sudden revelation of wings was still registering in the male's — as well as everybody else's — senses, the banded thill crouched, and then leapt. She had shifted her wings and sprung into the air in a matter of seconds, instantly nullifying the possibility that anybody could inflict hurt upon her. After her initial bounce into the air, Storm halted and began to flap her aerial appendages, in order to hover. Now, she looked down at the group on the sands, and had to once again quash the urge to whip out her pistols and spray a shower of gunfire into their midst. Instead, she trained her focus on the bipedal male, and slowly but surely lifted a certain figure in his direction. She mouthed the words "fuck you" to him, then, and turned. She was gone in a matter of seconds. Though most of the others had seemed to be lost during the entire episode, she had never been unsure of her position. She'd left the Pwa Desert just as quickly and easily as she'd arrived.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Well, that reduces it. This is kinda weird, and my char isn't really meant for fights like these, so Koj will also be taking off. In a very awkward way..</td></tr></table> Well, the information on how to leave was good, but something had just turned his head. So far, the most violent outburst would have to be the first female he came across, and the tourist/bio-mechanical thingy. Well, that doesn't look too good. Being a pacifist can really lower the odds of survival. As the 'thing' raised his claw towards the girl, Koj became much more focused on fixing his getaway-car, in this case, his Steel Wings. Pulling out a screwdriver, once again, he made his way into the once steaming compartment. He looked at it swftly, hoping no one would come out and tackle him as he worked on his machine. He smoothly blew on things attempting to cool it down, as he went to the source of the problem. He didn't put in the antifreeze. Koj remembeed, filling it with antifreeze this morning. Recollecting from early in the morning, he had picked up the wings, took the screwdriver, and a chilled box with antifreeze, and put them in his pocket. |Wait.. pocket?| He sifted through his pants and pulled out a small box. In the box had small metal cases with the chemical he needed. He pulled one out and put the box back in his pocket. Just then, someone poked his left eye. <span style='color:green'>"Ahh. Damnit!"</span> He said, covering his eye. It was a wing that poked him. A wing that was not there before but was there now. The female who was looking at the 'thing', now wore them. She then took herself into the air. The wind she picked up made some sand fly. As Koj covered his face from it he had a very good thought. |Maybe she knows a quicker way out, too.| <span style='color:green'>"Hey, wait!"</span> he called to her. He picked up the antifreeze container from off the floor. It had dropped out his hand when his eye was invaded by white fluff. He then opened it, inserted the fluid into the appropriate socket, and fastened the compartment. He locked his wings to his back, and dropped the small empty container of fluid. He took to the sky and followed the girl who had just mouthed two words that would make his mom tie him to a tree and beat him senselessly a metal pole if she ever heard him say them. And as she left, Kojset also took his leave.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Shortest thread ever o.O I guess I'll take me leave as well.</td></tr></table> Nasul cursed loudly at his lack of thought, and turned towards the others, retracting his claws. He had absolutely no trump cards left, not a single idea on how to turn the situation to his advantage, and with two possible test subjects gone, his only alternative was to hope that the others had no simple escape route. He of course had no way of flying, and this was possibly his biggest weakness in his new form. Although he could jump, fairly high at that, he could never catch anyone with wings. With a quickly hidden sigh he began looking around for a tool, weapon, item, of any sort that he could use to alter the situation, the only thing visible was the empty container of the used up chemical. The only option left... <span style='color:green'>DAMN!</span> He shouted, and leaped back almost twenty feet with a single jump, before running for it. <span style='color:green'>At least I found a new weakness... Lack of flight in this world makes for a very vulnerable body...</span> And with that he was trampling across the sands faster than he had ever gone before...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Time for me to leave then too, this was a really short thread</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>Not all things may be as they appear...</span> She mumbled under her breath and turned away from the dragon. Dos had gone back to clinging to Nekhalla's leg and shaking. He was so much like a young dragon clinging to its mother. You would half expect him to be sucking his thumb. She waved her hand across the ground. <span style='color:red'>Azerath...</span> A black void opened up, and Nekhalla looked down at Dos <span style='color:red'>Lets go Dos, we have more important things to do then listen to these idiots.</span> She jumped into the hole with Dos on her leg and took her leave.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>See y'all then.</td></tr></table> Thi grumbled angrily as Nekhalla dissapeared. She picked up Panik from the ground and nuzzled him sadly. She spread her wings and took to the sky torwards the nearest town she could see. She had to get Panik fixed up.
