Ooc: Tychicus in his usual attire. Private for Draconan 6 Dyo 81381 early morning Ty'cus had come as he was told, to this blasted island. Trenchcoat wrapped tightly around him and a scarf round his neck. The ferry was on time as usual and the ride warm and comfortable. A threat from a vampire is not something to be ignored. Ty' walked down the pier towards the center of the island flexing his newly healed paw nervously. Fey had done a good job not even a scar and the claw was put in the right place. He looked around at the land about him dismayed at the blank emptyness. <span style='color:orange'>"Gniorun it's cold, not many trees either."</span> muttering to himself
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ack, for all times for me to be grounded!</td></tr></table> Light paws dappled the earth with faint padding sounds. Flashes of grey or black fur could be seen through underbrush. Though with few trees, dirt hid black and grey fur. Dampness could be felt in the air, heavy, thick. A rain was coming. A golden eye flickered. "<span style='color:gray'>Glad you came.</span>" She said mockingly, still not revieling herself. Her claws flexed against the dirt, and she bared fangs to the thick, hazy air. Clouds could be seen drifting overhead. Her tail flicked, flames flickering into it, weaving their way slowly. "<span style='color:grey'>I hope you're better now? It's no fun killing something already injured/</span>"
Ooc: Heh I thought you'd never reply. Grounding aint too fun though I no longer get grounded just shouted at or even worsse told how dissapointed they are in me. Ic: She didn't tell me even where to meet still that makes it better for hunting I guess. Ty'cus carried on down a meandering path looking up at the sky noticing the dark clouds. Damn it. It was a rather ominous sign rain on this misrable island makes terrable ground for running. He stopped suddenly when he heard the wretched voice the she-demon from his dreams. He couldn't see her, she had picked a good hunting spot it seemed <span style='color:orange'>"Come out and fight like the evil one you are."</span>
"<span style='color:gray'>Ooh, threats. I'm terrified.</span>" She purred mockingly, kicking a rock out in from of him. She slunk through the bushes. A slight ptap as a raidrop hit the ground. Another fell. Then another. Slowly picking up its wet tempo. Slowy pattering faster until it was a swift sprinkle. "<span style='color:gray'>The rain is beautiful, don't you agree? Grey, but blue. Wet, but dry. Relaxing, but dangerous...</span>" Each word was a mocking purr. A slur of sounds that were easily identified as words, but dangerously seductive. Slight sounds could reach Ty's ears. Feathers shifting, paws padding on the ground. The swift crack of a spark from her tail. "<span style='color:gray'>We shall see in due time pup. Whether you will live, or die. If I will live, or move on to better prey.</span>"
<span style='color:orange'>"Gah!" </span>He had only just noticed the rock before he tripped on it, deftly rolling back onto his hind legs once more. Dirty trick and damn that rain. <span style='color:orange'>"How can you threaten me I've had more than my fair share of death. I've killed, I've watched my best friends die as I tried to save them. How dare you even try!" </span> Shouting in every direction he couldn't careless about the voice no matter how soft it was he wanted her dead. Not many people mention death near him for his savage blood rages. <span style='color:orange'>"Show your self and die do the world a favour."</span>
"<span style='color:gray'>Fiesty. But I find it better when your flustered. The blood rushes faster.</span>" She laughed, it sounded much like a cackle, but still, a laugh. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Short :/</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Damn, a double post... oh well.</td></tr></table> "<span style='color:gray'>I've killed as well. Friends, family. All, just because. But my brother, he managed to elude me for so long. I laughed, as Dav's blood drained from him. As I liked his blood from a small pool...</span>" She wasn't telling the truth, but it was close enough. Davros was not in fact dead, just in hiding. But hey, she found it fun to torture her prey with mind games. "<span style='color:gray'>Tell me, who did you kill?</span>" She said, stepping out in front of him. Single eye now hard and serious.
<span style='color:orange'>"Heh if you must know it was my father, I hated him shouted an all that. in the end me and Fey had to do something about it we stabbed him between the ribs but also we had poisened him before just in case."</span> Ty'cus smiled wickedly as he remembered it. <span style='color:orange'>"It was good when no real fuss was made about it."</span> Was this going to be just about the past or was it going to get viloent. He drew his wings and claws just in case. <span style='color:orange'>"Heh still it was the right thing to do he was a wife beater."</span>
She stood, and walked up to the prepared Ty'cus. "<span style='color:gray'>Interesting, just not brutal enough. Poison means you're weak. Stabbing means that yes, you can think.</span>" She puured, raising a clawed paw when she was less than five feet away. "<span style='color:gray'>You need to make them suffer. Listen to their cries of pain. They never bother to catch you...</span>" A pulse of bloodlust could be felt from her. She was trying to fool him. But her hunger interrupted her sly trick. "<span style='color:gray'>Do you want to hurry and get this over with? Or how shall we-- moreso I, go about mauling eachother?</span>"
Ty'cus laughed at her coldly. <span style='color:orange'>"Oh I ain't easily maulable, solid as a rock. Still if you did what would become of me, a bloodless husk, a mindless slave to your will or am I being melodramatic? What if I won would I let you live? In the end something will happen after all we can't just bludgeon ourselves to death can we, heh."</span> He slowly circled her thinking. <span style='color:orange'>"What if we draw in this.....mauling session, eh what would happen then?"</span>
"<span style='color:gray'>I have... connections. They'd come and find me eventually if we did tie.</span>" She shrugged, "<span style='color:gray'>I se that unlikely. If I did drain you I could make you a vampdragon. Our race is diminishing. But it's unlikely I would. I'd probably just kill you and be done.</span>: She twitched an ear and a wing slightly. "<span style='color:gray'>You may be solid as a rock, but even the elements can wear down the toughest mountain to the smallest grain of sand.</span>" She grinned as water began to ooze up from under her paws.
Ty'cus sighed loudly. <span style='color:orange'>Looks like she has a plan for everything, still at least I don't have to worry about being one of them.</span> Ty' beat his wings in one powerful beat blasting a great plum of wind at her before running straight at her hoping for a quick tackle to break her neck. He hoped that she would be off balance at least.
'<span style='color:gray'>He's faster than I anticipated...</span>' She yelped in her mind as she was suddenly hurtled back. She snarled and quickly created a weak cusion of air, it didn't do much but it kept her from sliding once she hit the ground. She growled, "<span style='color:gray'>I see you're quicker than I figured. This will be much more interesting.</span>" This time Thela attacked. Darting forward until she was close enough to Ty to try to tackle his chest and knock him back a little. But to get her close enough to create a stonger earth spell to slwo him down.
Ty'cus carried on oblivious of her threats, he was no longer thinking instincts had him now. He lunged at her with his large claws as he ran towards her, just a black and orange bolt of lightning of scything rending claws. <span style='color:orange'>"Just what can you do eh? Just what, to make me feel worse? Death would seem like a permanent holiday compared to this!"</span> He shouted, not to her but to himself. <span style='color:orange'>What could she do, I am already dead inside? What would it matter if I was on the outside too?</span>
Feinting backwards Thela hissed. "<span style='color:gray'>I will grant you your holiday!</span>" Suddenly there were spikes linging her tail and legs, her claws had grown longer. Manipulating dirt and rock to become deadly weapons. She leapt up using her wings to pull herself higher before basically divebombing onto Ty and biting down on whatever flesh she could. "<span style='color:gray'>If you think you have felt physical pain before I will make sure you suffer as much as possible.</span>" She growled past whatever she'd bitten on to.
<span style='color:orange'>"Whoa!"</span>No sooner had he got to her position than he had been crush into the ground with a stinging feeling just below the collar-bone, but he did feel two of his large claws dig in to her. Ty'cus could not move his angle on the ground had twisted his wings in a way that stopped him lifting himself up. Hurriedly he looked down to see her biting his flesh. <span style='color:orange'>"Nooo."</span> He moaned weakly.
She cursed mentally for missing the jugular. Releasing her death grip bite on Ty she darted backwards to try again. Flaring her wings she hissed. Trying to find more weak points on the now injured dragon. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>asdfghjkl; I had a brain fart.</td></tr></table>
It took him a while to recover from the shock, he grunted as he rolled on his side to get up. His wings were bruised if not broken and blood was quickly running out of his wound. <span style='color:orange'>"Aaah, just how'd you get so fast?"</span>He was feigning his new-found fear as his vision flickered. Ty'cus slowly regained some of his composure and defence, though his wings were ruined he still had a little of his balance left.
