Dreed watched her as she wandered off. Licks his lips slightly then looks back down upon the other 'dragons below. Spreads his wings fully then jumps off the high point he was on and comes drifting down softly against the ground. Stands up ands looks about about at the other 'dragons. Folded his wings over his chest tehn begins to move along walking towards the place he was at before being attacked. The female comes back after spotting him then offers the drink once more. Looks down upon her and nods to her taking the glass then she bounces off. Reaches his hand out and pat her bum as she goes. Shakes his head then takes a short drink of his vodak then looks out at the dancing lights about he casino. Whom...will this challenger be...? He thought reaching a hand up touching it to his collar of explosives then draws back his hand sighing. Takes another drink of his vodak then begins to walk once more slipping his hand into his pant pocket. Lowers his red glowing eyes to the ground and glares slightly as he walks, not really watching where he goes. Takes one last drink and finishes off his vodak, taking the glass into his hand and squeezes upon it, causing the glass to shatter in his hand. Growls lightly as blood flows forth from around the shards as he looks on ahead at the ground.
Nadyna played with a glass of finely stong alcohol that female served to her. Her eyes lowered, looking down at the crowd as they mutter at the sudden silence that occurs just a few seconds ago as the boucers kicker the fighter out, seizing the previous offeners to hold them off later purposes. Maybe I should take one or two to test more of my 'toys' She leered, watching Dreed from one of the many magic eyes around displayed on a crystal orb next to her armrest. Every thing has been done as you requested it, Lady Uhma, but the annoucer is very confused and the audicace is getting restless as... The boucer told her before something was shoved into his abolmen, a piece of paper for the annoucer to present about the main event. <span style='color:#0C820E'>"Enough worrying me about worthless things. Now do something better with your time than bothering me, or I'll do it for you." </span> Her eyes narrowed at the last part, watching the him as he stutter a 'Yes, madam' before leaving to summon the fighter to the dome.
Dreed releases a heavy growl as the blood flows from his fresh wound in his hand. Shakes his head slightly then looks back up towards the arena enterances. Opens his head and waves it a bit here and there dropping pieces of glass as he continues to walk on towards the arena. Soon...really soon...he thought to himself as he continued on his way towards the area. Looks about at other 'dragons as they go around and head oy him as he goes to the arena to get ready for the fight that was to decide if he was to be alive or dead. Comes to the arena then is called down by a female that leads him to a staircase going down into the arena. Licks his lips lightly and nods following her as he goes. Folds his wings back so that they wouldn't get in the way of where he was walking down the stairs. Comes into a room area where he was to get ready for the fight. Nods to the girl then slips off his bag placing it on the floor near a bench where he goes and sits down. She bows then goes off out of the room closing the door as she goes. Dreed shakes hish ead slightly and smirks looking down to the floor waiting to be called. Looks over at the wears that was provided for him: shoulder and arm guards, a sword of sorts, and a black gemstone. Shakes his head at the stuff then turns his eyes away. I haven't any use for such things. He thought to himself as he sat there on the bench, waiting.
After the first few rolls Shadow hand watched the exchange over the dice game. He had thought that there would be a little more tension in the game but he had found himself getting rather board with the little exchange of dialect. He waiting to the end of the turn before turning around and walking from the table. He moved around slowly, trying to take it all in at once, for his first time in he wanted to get a good look around. He moved around from a few of the tables, placing a few bets on a few different games. A few card, a few dice, but all games of chance. He was so tempted to try and just use some of his magic just to make a big win on something. He knew however that that would get him band for all most forever, or something even worst. After around 5 or 6 different games, not once winning he was starting to get disappointed. It seemed his luck had run out and using his magic would just make it worst. He then remember who he really was. He wasn’t used to this high end way to spend money, he got what he wanted in different ways. So he then places himself in a chair close to one of the many doors leaving and coming into the room. It seemed that luck had finally came his way. He could hear an enraged gambler coming down the walkway towards him. He stood up and as soon as the male ‘dragon walked through the door he moved right into him to make it look as if he had run into him by accident. With that he slid his left paw into the small sac on runets that the male held in front of him. With out the male noticing he quickly muttered a few sorry’s and was on his way walking in the other direction. After what he felt of a good time he open his paw to see what he might have got. The inside was a huge let down. A few metal bottle caps sat in his brown paw, the older male he had tried to steel from had nothing and was using his bag for what? Holding garbage? He kept walking, when he past the next trash can he dropped the bottle caps inside. He looked around the room he was now in. Before he could even get an idea of where he was he heard fighting. Then soon after found the arena sigh up over a door way in big writing. Now this is what he was looking for, not to fight himself but maybe placing a few bets, and winning back the runets he had lost. Besides, he enjoyed watching a good fight. He came to one of the edges of the dome and looked down at the fight that was still going on. It was already starting to slow down, the winner would be decided very shortly, then he would be able to watch the next fight from the start.
"time to end this." said lukhan, crouching down as the other charged. "jio tyo tam" he said, slamming his sword into the opponents neck, bringing him down in one hit. "heh, enough is enough, i dont want to kill all of you today."he said, leaping out of the hole. "i win." he said, staring down into the pit. "i belive some people just won a lot of runets, he thought, climbing off the sphere.
There was silence in the arena for the first time in the many nights the Black Rune, the sphere was empty though the smell of battle stilled lingered enough for the spectators aside to not mistaking it. Its owner perched on the edge of the booth like a bird looking down upon a mouse knowing it was going to stike. The battling sphere, the specator's view, that look like a ball in midair held up by unseen wires was meet by two walkways form like light from the entrance of the ready, where two fighters would appeared, on their journey inside for the main event. Naydyna, throwing the hairpin like a fine dart, flipped the switch for the cage doors to open on both sides. Most of the audicance were quite surpised to say Nadyna watching an arena fight, and upon spotting her was simlar to spotting a deer in a lion den. They were shocked, but she didn't care on what they thought, treating her eagerness like it was poor placed note in a song. She wanted something worth seeing in the dome, and she didn't mind rewarding greatly for that service. Thus, comes the two fighters out to meet with the metal weavings of the sphere. She wasn't going to wonder in the stands this time, they were further away compare to her seat where she could touch the metal with her paws. She watched Dreed as he traverse along the walkway while Ziechs from the other end. If he was looking at her, she called smiling in a good luck intent. As soon as the door closed behind the fighters, a loud bustle broke out in the stands as if there was a war when it was just the crowding around the walking bookers, taking bets on this turn of event. If the owner is out watching it, it was well worth putting throwing their money in.
Dreed looked about the inside of the chamber once inside and glares slightly looking around at the smooth surface that surrounded him. Turns his eyes back ahead to see the so much talked about, Ziechs, standing on the other side of the sphere. Dreed takes his first step out into the center of the ring then throws his head back into the lights that beat down upon him. Bucked up slightly more then what he was, causing his teeth to grow ever so longer as well, and his wing spand to extend slightly more. Opens his jaws up and releases a deep and enraged roar forth from his form, causing the sphere to give off a kind of chime sound to it as the sound reflected off of it. Ziechs looks on with a bit of fear in his eye but shakes it off as he altered his appearances as well, bulking up and extending sharp objects from all about his form. Whips his tail out like a whip as a long spike light point burns out through the tail flame, putting it out. He lowers his head as well and releases a roar of the magnitude of Dreeds. But just as Ziechs came to a stop with his roar he charges Dreed lowering his spiked head down as if a bull and goes at him. Dreed lowers his eyes upon the charging Ziechs and dashes at him then they clash head to head, claw to horn, locked in a balance of power! Dreed overpowers Ziechs and pushes his head down against the ground then brings a large set of claws down upon the back of his neck. Ziechs rears back up and slashes Dreed across the chest, cutting him then swings that tail around to take Dreed off his feet. Dreed jumps over Ziechs' soaring over him with a few flaps of his wings then slams a fist into Ziech's jaw. Ziechs swings out his black tipped claws slashing at Dreed. Dreed roars and dashes back at him, knocking away his claws then throws a shoulder into the unexpected Ziechs knocking him onto his back. Ziechs whips that tail around once more then slice Dreed along the thigh with it causing him to fall to a knee. Ziechs gets back up onto his feet and charges once more, impaling his horns into Dreed's side, lifting him up into the air on the charge then slams him back into the wall. Dreed's eyes feel with more rage as he screamed forth a roar then takes both fists above his head then brings them down onto Ziechs head, breaking off the horns that was in his gut. Dreed draws back a fist then slams it into Ziechs, sending him sailing out to the center of the ring. Dreed coughs a bit of blood then spats on the ground stepping back out from the corner, ready to go for more. Ziechs lifts himself up off the ground shaking the dizziness from his head, turning his white glowing eyes to the growling red ones of Dreeds. Ziechs rises to his feet once more ready for more!
ooc;; God, this thread moves fast! Woo, must keep up. & Oops, I didn't remember there was a female rowhand first. Sorry I threw in the albino NPC randomly. But he's fluffy. Can we keep him? ic;; Shiraz nodded sweetly. She hardly cared to let him know that she really did live in Swaraj, and at the Academy at that. "No, I don't doubt that you'd be found anyway. Pleased to meet you, then, Archon." She turned and smiled softly at this older male, and then snapped her fingers severely. "Rowhand!" She hissed at the albino. The male gulped slightly, which made Shiraz laugh. "Toss my dice." The employee hastily obliged, and the dice spiralled from their cup and clattered onto the table. She grinned. 6, 6, 1, 2, 1. She extended two burgundy fingers and clicked her nails upon the duo of sixes. With a simple twist of her wrist she executed the inevitable next motion, and the rowhand hastily swept the dice into Shiraz's cup again. Shiraz had one of two qualifiers, 12 points, and three dice left. In retrospect she figured she probably should have kept only one six, so that her options to get the qualifyer and the most efficiantly earned higher points. But she shrugged. By Archon's hand, they were pretty much equal. "So... what do you do? Do you live around here?" As she spoke to Archon, Shiraz's hand creeped to her waist, where she could draw her knife. She lazily trailed a finger along its slim outline, lovingly finding each and every curve and nick and sweeping her digit across them perfectly. The metallic hum was audible again; she had moved closer to the male almost without noticing. She looked up from her table and into his eyes, seeming (she hoped) to admire their colour and shape; really, she was quite drawn by a subtle facial expression etched upon Archon's face. It was one of sort of grim, accustomed disgust, and it was indeed a face that Shiraz hadn't ever seen on anybody else before. It was, to the she-spy, both intriguing and puzzling, and Shiraz loved both. She put on the facade of having polite manners, layering it on thick; what she was about to ask was hardly characterstic to the demure personality she currently donned. "Forgive me for asking, sir, but do you fight?" Shiraz had been so interested by this male, whose figure and eyes were forboding, whose body emitted the hums of Machina, and whose facial expression begged to be investigated. She wanted to spar with him, see his strengths and weaknesses, without thought and moral filters to protect them. Shiraz dragged fingers over the knife again. She wanted badly, so badly, to fight.
after leaving the sphere, lukhan went into the stands. "so it seems shes back, i wonder what shes here for." he said to himself, looking at her. he looked back to the arena. "oh so she ordered that the arena be cleared for this little spat, good thing i won when i did, or she would probably have hurt me worse." he thought. "now to claim my earnings". he said, going off to the booths. OOC: i forgot to mention, lukhan traded in his his gems.
OOC: Massive sorry for you guys. I'm back home from school, and those bozos closed the server because of a state-wide virus threat and I couldn’t get on during the weekend, Grrr.. and I had this post sitting on my computer for the longest, but I lost most of Nydyna’s part and had to shortform. Sorry again. Archon’s face loosen a little, giving him an relax feeling as he signal the rowhand to roll for him, while looking at Shiraz, <span style='color:#811214'> “My home is made to be nomadic since I’m a transporter, most of the time. So, no, I don’t stay around here long enough to hang my hat." </span> Keeping a semi-gentle smile at her while referring nomadic as to the personal hover carrier/fighter that he used to travel around. Of course, no one knows about it to ask him for a ride from here to there. Why would he tell them if it would just attract the few dragons that want their stolen prototype back? He smiled a little more at the dice this time; 6, 3, 5, He eagerly tap the six to be kept, and eventually tapped the five, since he had few dice remaining and few dice meant few chance that the next roll could be high. The rowhand sighed, taking the sole dice that was not chosen. He quirked his eyebrow, not expecting a question like that comes from her. The thoughts coming from it almost made him want to smile. As Shiraz could figure it out for herself, fighting is as much a routine for him as breathing. Being one of the most ruthless, but dependable smugglers known and having some of Adamaint wanting him dead contribute to making fights a nature than a skill, almost like a sixth sense. <span style='color:#811214'> “Hmm., if I didn’t fight under my pretenses, I wouldn’t be gracing this place with my presence…in the earthy or murky grave more likely than now." </span> he told her with a smirk on his face, stilling wondering the purpose about her question. It was odd to see a dragon, especially a pretty young one at that despite of her appearance, to be interested in the way he was sensing. If it was fight in question, he don’t mind obliging for a little thrill, although he don’t mind hitting a girl or any of that cilviry crap. _______ The previous bustle from before grow even louder as everybody began shouting for the fighters or screaming at the bookies for them to come back so they could change their bets. Either way, the arena has been at its loudest for the first time in month, no years. Bouncers stood at the edge of the railing the barricade the big drop between the stand as the globe cage. During the while, Nydyna had to keep her emotion in check trying to hide her immense excitement for such an intense, that made her want to shout with them . It was the first lapse of entertainment in a long time and the first real battle seen in ages…in her own opinion. Most of the fighting she seen for the past few years were intended killing, assassinations turned into a sanctioned, public display. Although, it was fun to see people being executed in such festive manner, it quickly made her quite bored. Her hand brushed around the open panel switch, but it quickly press for the electricity to course from the center ring between the two hemisphere. She want one to win, but she wasn’t going to shout out who. Never show her enemies any weakness
"hmm, a good haul." said lukhan, walking away with a large pouch full of runets. "now to watch the fight." he said, walking into the arena. OOC: whoops, i forgot, sorry. i editied it so that hes just watching in the stands
Whoa, whoa. Please change your post. If you have been reading the thread carefully, Nydyna is in her personal booth high above the dome that NO ONE is allowed in, and she not afraid to either kill you or throw in the sphere and let the skemish kill ya. (Perferly she is more likely to do the former than the latter, because she don't like you yet) If you ignore this post, then there is noting saving your hide from the owner's personal maimings.
At the sound of energy coursing through the center of the ring, Ziechs back flipped up out ofthe center of the ring avoiding being electrcuted. Smirks lightly as he looked over at the injuried Dreed with a grin on his maw. Extends his hand out to his sides then charges at Dreed with full force roaring aloud. Dreed shakes his head in disagreement with Ziechs and roars aloud as well, dashing at him. Dreed collides with Ziechs and takes him into a headlock as he gets pushed back along the ground, tearing into the steel surface. Comes to a stop with sliding then roars aloud taking up Ziechs in a spin then releases him throwing Ziechs into the other side of the sphere ruffly. Upon Ziechs crashing into the wall he causes the sphere to rock and shake upon the wire supports. Ziechs shakes his head and rises back up from the ground holding his arm with blood flowing forth from it. He turns his head back to Dreed and roars aloud throwing out his long tail, spearing into dreed as he came running towards him. Dreed gasped aloud as the spear entered into his chest, right dead in the center. His eyes widen as he felt the sudden flow of a poison flow through his body. Dreed drops to his knees and Ziechs draws back his tail, ripping it from his chest. Ziechs laughs aloud and walks over to the fallen Dreed. Shakes his head slowly and walks over slowly to where he was kneeled. "What a terrible way to meet your end. Feeling the ever lasting burning of vemon within your veins. A shame really, I was hoping to finish you off the old fashion way." He spoke with laughter on his tongue. Extends his hand forth then takes hold of Dreed by the hair, lifting his eyes to greet his once more. Extends his claws forth readying them for the final strike. "Goodbye...dark prince." Ziechs spoke as he swinged his hand with laughter. But just as Ziechs was about to lay the final blow to Dreed he comes to stop. His eyes widen as he stumbles back from Dreed. Lowers his eyes down upon his gut seeing one of his horns in himself. Dreed lifts his weaked eyes and looked to Ziechs. "Yes...goodbye...indeed!" He roared aloud and blasted up from the ground dashing at Ziechs with a final strike with his hand out stretched. Comes right up on Ziechs and rams his claws heavily into him causing large amounts of blood to swpill out all over the ground. Dreed roars aloud with the final blow, tearing Ziechs' intrails from his body. Ziechs eyes changed back to normal and he fell back against the ground in a dead mess. Dreed stumbles back away from him dropping back down onto his knees. Coughing hardly as the vemon continues to run its course through his body, causing him to shutdown. Lifts his eyes back up towards the bright lights one last time before his eyes rolled back into his head, causing him to collapse onto the floor, unconious.
Shadow watched intently as the two fought down bellow in the ring. Eyes following the fast movements, he always enjoyed watching the not of fair fights in the back allies but this beat it but a shot. He was soon yelling a screaming with the rest of the fans. Not cheering for a winning but to see the fight last, maybe a few good hits to the head? For he had not bet, and now regretted that he didn’t. For now it seemed that the one he would have bet on would have won. Ziechs, he caught the name being yelled from the stands. But as soon as he made the finale move, the other had lashed out and killed him. A ohhh sound filled the crowd, for most of them had not seen it coming, Shadow being one of them. With that it was over, and he was happy he had not lost any more money. A at the sight of how the fight could turn so quickly he knew he would not touch the ring any time soon. He enjoyed he life no matter how dark it got. When the area started to quit down and other moved to get into the ring, Shadow walk off back towards the gamming area. He looked around for something that might improve his luck. He felt at the red bag at his side, not even half full. After walking through a few different rooms he went and sat at one of the Tlys machines. Putting in a few rounds of runets, hoping to hit the jackpot. OOC Note: “Tlys machine" is slot machine. Oh! Getting shot x_x
"now to bet some more on myself." Lukhan said as he went back to the sign up. people were starting to see this newcomers talent, and more bets were being placed on him
OOC: I'll try not to be too intrusive, but I must say that this thread is awesome so far. IC: Faedra had never in her life been around so many of her kind before. The noise of other voices made the air positively hum, and her sensitive ears were almost in agony. It was, after all, the multitude of voices that had drawn her to the large dome. Her curious nature got the better of her, but once she reached her destination, she was almost overwhelmed by the crowds surrounding her. The young silver-black femme swallowed and looked around nervously, constantly alert for any signs of danger. Her survival instincts were buzzing from the tense atmosphere. Tossing a silver braid over her slender shoulder, the female 'dragon wove her way through the mass of bodies in her way to find a better view of what was going on. Judging from the emotions and thoughts swarming in the others around her, Faedra gathered that some kind of fight was going on. Why so many people would come to see two pendragons kill each other, she had no idea. When she reached the front, her bicoloured eyes fell to the two struggling figures in the center. In a flash, she realized who one of them was. It was her friend Dreed, whom she had met only recently. Dreed, who had befriended her and given her the wonderful gift of flight, even only for a moment... She watched with horrified fascination as her friend battled with another pendragon. Her blood was pounding, and her eyes never once left Dreed's body. If he made one wrong move he could be killed. Someone nudged her roughly from behind as he lost his balance. Faedra turned to glare at him, as if it was his fault that she was so nervous, when she heard a spine-chilling gasp rise up from the audience. The female glanced up and saw the shocked expressions on everyone's face. She whirled around to see what had happened, only to watch as Dreed fell to his knees with the bladed end of another's tail through his chest. Her body went cold, and she could not even react when Dreed lashed out and killed the other pendragon before his end. Dreed fell unconscious to the ground when Faedra finally snapped out of her daze. No... she gasped, feeling her fur bristle with rage and distraught. NO! In one swift motion Faedra vaulted over the fence that held back the crowds from the battle ground. The young femme did not even hear the surprised shouts in reaction to her bold move, and she effortlessly dodged the arms that tried to hold her back. She raced as fast as she could across the arena, until she fell down sobbing next to Dreed's limp body. Even from where she crouched next to him she could smell the venom invading his bloodstream. Dreed, she whimpered. Dreed, please...wake up...please... When he did not respond she gave a howl of anguished frustration, and with deft fingers she pulled the blade from his pierced chest. Acting only on pure instinct, Faedra lowered her head over the wound and sucked desperately on it to draw out the poison, not stopping to think what she was doing or how it could work. All she felt was a frantic need to save him, save the only friend she had...
Dreed winces slightly in pain as he feels the sudden rush of something sucking upon his wound. Comes to suddenly then reaches a weak hand up placing it against the back of the unknown 'dragon. Lifts the 'dragon aside from his wound then turns onto his side as he does it. Coughs heavily and places a hand on his chest. Opens his glazed eyes and looks back over his shoulder to Faedra. Her face was so blurry as he looked upon it. Lowers his eyes away from her leans lies his head back against hte blood mess of the ring. Closes his eyes lightly once more and speaks. Nothing comes forth as he moves his lips then slips back out of conscious. The crowd cheered aloud once more at the fact that he managed to survive the deadliest of blows that Tiechs could ever dealt. Several large 'dragons comes to the sides of the sphere on the ramps as they extended forth. Opening the sphere with an override, two of the large males walk over to the fallen Tiechs and drags off his bloody corpse as two others take Dreed up by his arms then begin to move him out as well.
ooc: *squickles Faedra* She's cute; poor thing. ic: Shiraz smiled rogueishly, letting the grin play across her features, fresh and unmarred with age. Archon's response seemed... cocky, to say the least. Shiraz's palms itched; they burned to slap and twist and bring the bloody fever of a night fight. She wanted to feel the rush, the inorexable, always-surprising flush to her cheeks that followed a victory; she wanted the scarlet-blurred pain of losing, the dash just to get out before the last blow fell. The fight, in and of itself, a pulsing crimson creature just out of reach, was keening a serpent's song, twisting an exotic hymn through its lips. She wanted to feel the throbbing hum of energy, to ride that red beast, to win. And she wanted to slash Archon down for size. But she let none of these wild, lusty thoughts buzz through her lips or permeate her features. She just murmured, "I don't doubt," and flicked a careless hand towards the albino. He shuddered, and upended the dice cup hastily. The three prettily painted ivories that remained tumbled, tiny folded acrobats enamelled green, unto the table. 1, 3, 4. Shiraz frowned at the roll, but wasted no time in tapping the four with a claw. The die went in with the others she'd saved. 'Raz shifted her creme wings; she wasn't particularly happy with the game, but at least she could qualify for an endscore. Again her hand floated along the surface of the dice, her palms brushing lightly against the cool thick playing cubes. She was about to speak again to the male before her when an anonymous black-furred pendragon placed a shot of bypcu before her. She drained the glass in a few sips; her tongue protested at the strength of the drink. The Black Rune may have been cheap, but one thing they wouldn't skimp on was alcohol. Another principle they operated by was the assumption that the more a patron drank (and the stronger the draft), the more likely they were to toss large quantities of runes around as if they were pebbles. They might have been right, but perhaps not in Shiraz's case. "You say you fight, stranger..." the femme said in her same throaty lush alto. "Would you accept an invitation to spar here?"
OOC: back in the arena, after the fight is over and dreed's been taken out. "RYU KAN SEN ARASHI." screamed lukhan as he charged at his opponent, a very large pendragon. he curled up into a ball, and slashed like a wheel. withing seconds the other was dead, a huge hole in his chest. "ANYONE ELSE" he yelled across the arena, waiting for his next victim.
OOC: Aww, thanks! ;) IC: With tearful eyes, Faedra watched as Dreed moved feebly onto his side, giving her one last glance before slipping back into darkness. The poison she had drawn from his wound burned in her mouth, and she spat it out to the side, wiping her lips with the back of her trembling hand. A small group of other 'dragons emerged from somewhere nearby and began to drag away the body of Dreed's opponent. Faedra felt one more surge of rage and leapt to her feet instantly. She sprang forward and began clawing at the lifeless body furiously, as if somehow trying to scratch out the pain and fear haunting her inside. How dare you!? she screamed, hacking madly at the dead creature's flesh. How dare you do this to him!? Arms shot out to pull her back, but she struggled violently out of their grasp. She flew to the corpse again and dragged her claws through the fur with an almost hysterical dileria. The audience was silent, watching her madness with a cold air of indifference and contemptuous pity. At last someone managed to jerk her backwards, and held her firmly until the body was successfully removed from the arena. Then he let go of her and let her drop to her knees next to Dreed's body once more. Other pendragons had come forward and began to take away his motionless form. Faedra blinked and the tears spilled over once more. He could not die on her. He simply could not! Wait, she croaked, rising to her feet once more. She took a few unsteady steps towards the retreating 'dragons carrying her friend. Wait, he's not dead...please...help him...
