<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Current Day 47 Current Quarter Tessera (Autumn) Current Year 81379 The best way to build a fortress. Take someone else's. -Inolax Iudicium </td></tr></table> Screams cried, dampened by the hushing roar of a snowstorm that had come with the speed of a dust devil. Explosion went without fireworks, only the sporadic flashes where thick winds of snow would allow. The ground rumbled as heavy machina grinded against the ground, machines of war that sought nothing other than to destroy their enemy. Ronus, a lonely settlement town within the Vjysti Plains, had been invaded by an unexpected force. As powerful as the snowstorm had been, it weakened slowly, yielding to a power far greater. As the snow storm began to fade, it was obvious that Ronus had already fallen to its knees. Most of the building, ones that hadn't been totally devastated by some sort of airborne blast, met their fate by crumbled down to the ground. Bodies littered the streets, some crushed by rubble while others had been strewn throughout the roads, some with their torsos grinded across sidewalks. Those who remained alive were mostly soldiers, trying to get the few citizens into shelter and fighting towards an unknown enemy to the west of town. It seemed that their demise had come randomly, with spheres of seething black light crashing against their poor home. Heavy armor-classed machina lay in shambles on some of the blockaded roads, their doomed drivers and passengers smashed within the same metal confines that protected them. Within all of this carnage, not one enemy was seen. No beaten bodies of an adversary, no enemies fighting back, simply carnage that flew from the center of the city. Slowly, dying just as the city did, the snowstorm fell to a pitiful flake fall. The center of the city, a massive tower of white that was mostly unscathed when compared to the rest of the city. Burning flames roared around its base from the buildings and Pendragons that once surrounded it, burning and orange hue against the white surface. At the top of the tower, a duel of opposing powers had just begun to unfold. Neither the snowstorm nor the murderous chaos ravaged the city, but two Fates that carried the weight of Ronus on their shoulders. One of them was wounded, a large wolf that layed in a bloody heap against the marble surface of the tower's observation floor. The size of an adult lion, with a ghastly blue hide tainted by a dirty black mane. His breaths were uneven, bleeding heavily from a jagged gash and stab wounds beaten into his underbelly. Pitifully his paws swayed, trying to get back up against his body's will. "I've taken your city. Move." A dainty voice barely went over the sound of explosions and flames from below, two white boots clicking slowly to a stop in front of the fallen Pendragon's maw. He growled, only able to sustain his bluff until choking slightly on his own blood. Though he could barely move, the large Pendragon had no intention of complying. "I will tell you once again, move." The voice whispered once again, not changing in tone. It was reminiscent of a small girl, innocent and pure, far too shy to be speaking such commands. He had no say in the matter, only moving enough as his broken body would allow before the invading one stepped over his body with one boot. She let out a battle shout, quick and loud as the end of a silver staff shot down to the marble floor. The floor made a cracking noise as the staff hit it, but she did not strike only the floor. Eyes wide and lifeless, the large ‘dragon found a sudden death, the last of his living blood pouring from his mouth. She, the one who would destroy the city, had struck her staff through the side of his skull. She was covered in a pure white uniform, her polished brass buttons and crisp, ironed collar denoting her as one from some military faction. The large coat of her uniform rustled slightly in the dying snowstorm, while her silver ponytail brushed to the winds. A lush white tail flickered over the corpse of her fallen enemy as she walked past him, only pausing to rip her staff from his head, which thud back to the ground lifelessly. As she passed, the large collar that covered her face gave view to a feline face, and one glowing yellow eye that saw into the darkness that had fallen over Ronus. Though the city seemed doomed, Inolax Iudicium had only begun the first steps of her Death March.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Mind me joining, sorry is grammer/spelling is bad, my comp is giving me hell... Who:Thela Silversword</td></tr></table> Thela was walking through the area, how she could find anything to eat was byond her. Her breaths were becoming heavy, she need to find shelter. She saw the city, and smelled death, that made her mouth water. She opened her frozen wings and began to fly in the general direction of the city. Landing on a mound of rubble she smelled blood, lots of it. It was coming from a tower about a mile and a half away from her spot. She quickly fed on a survivor the moved onto the tower, feeling much better. She landed on a window sill and gazed in at the dead 'dragon, and the blind one. She notice the window was broken, and shards of glass were scattered everywhere. Hesitating she broke more of the glass and crawled through looking at the dead 'dragon, he seemed unfamiliar, wich was good for her, because he was already dead. Stalking to the sopt where they stood she looked between the two and sat, she didn't want to take anything that belonged to this 'dragon. She was indeed honorable, but sometimes not. She couldn't tell if the 'dragon was vamp or not, or else normally she would have taken the kill if not. Sighing she managed to say "<span style='color:gray'>Why did you kill him, just...curious</span>" she licked her chops, as the tempting smell of blood wafted into her nose.
The afterglow of her power began to subside, a low hum of pulsating energies dying into the distance. Smalls beads of black glass bounced across the rooftop, cracking in some edges and pouring small mists of cackling darkness into the already smoke-saturated air. Inolax was already tired of bothering with the more diplomatic approach of forcing cities to surrender, not necessarily one that destroys out of pleasure, but finding a ‘clean wipe’ much more time effective. Only interested in seizing the city, she walked towards the edge of the roof when she heard the sound of someone speaking to her. Pausing with her hands tucked inside her uniform’s field jacket, the ivory vixen turned her head back, barely peeking over her cumbersome collar. “Ee—I ah." Killing a known target standing in front of mission completion was one thing, but a stranger asking her a question out of the open was another. As if she wasn’t apprehensive enough by being caught unawares, how adorable! Already Inolax wanted to get to petting. “Well you see…there was person here. He stand in front of me and I ask him to move, but he not move. I-I tell him to get out of way, but he no get out of way. Then town people start yelling and I have to get rid of them. I offer coasters and soft pillows for them to sleep on but they no accept, so I had to make them toasted." She spoke with a thick accent, like those who only barely learned a language of the outside world. Whatever language she spoke naturally, she sure as hell couldn’t speak common. The high pitched, tall, slender and fluffy femme fatale turned around slowly while explaining her actions a little more than needed, showing the specks of blood from split open corpses speckled against her crisp white uniform. "You townspeople?"
"<span style='color:gray'>No, no, just frozen outsider</span>" she said with a smile, witch was rare for her. She glanced at the femmie from her single eye. "<span style='color:gray'>She seems quite cappeble of damage, might not want a fight with her</span>" she thought. "<span style='color:gray'>Coasters and pillows hmmm? What a shame they refused. But then again, maybe you did good.</span>"
A soft squeal of delight squeaked from the tall vixen, her ears perking with delight at the compliment. Inolax crouched down slightly, resting her arms on top of her legs while staring wide eyed at the other Pendragon. Her eyes yellow eyes seemed to stare past towards nothing, dulled and as glossy as fake glass beads, but she obviously knew where she was talking. She looked for too puffy and bright to be in the midst of such chaos, pillars of smoke still billowing from the streets below and a burning hue of fire mending the evening sky. "That what I say! I give them pillows and they look at me, and then I say I need them get out of town, so they stare at me! Then I get all huffy because they ignore me while keeping pillow and tell them to go! Mao, and then they start yelling at me. I not like yelling, people in these days so rude, and talk too fast for me to understand. So I pick up street and start breaking things." Inolax stood up, flexing her muscles slightly while the coat of her uniform flared. She had a face that seemed serious, for that of a porcelain doll with perky ears. The silver braids of her mane dangled behind, brushing the ground at her boots while she crossed her arms in frustration. "But if you frozen, you should get inside! Well...no inside here anymore. I destroy everything to build fortress. I know, when I build fortress later, you can have special room for drinking tea and listening to calm music at calm fall of moon." She certainly took to strangers quickly, whether or not she got a response. Catching herself in the middle of spilling beans, Inolax slid to the ground with her legs folded and her bosom pushed together by her arms. "Mao, if you want to. Mao. I have to kill guardian of town first, he may give trouble. Big like mountain, angry like hot soup."
ooc: may i join in? who: Kaylen Avalon wearing: tight black T-Shirt and blue bellbottom jeans. ic: Kaylen could sense pure destruction around her she wondered who could have done this. She stooped suddenly when she heard two people talking, she hoped they hadnt seen her. She felt around for something to hide behind, she found something and hid behind it. If they had seen her they might kill her although she couldnt have seen anything because she was blind. She decided to try and see what they where talking about. She slowly turned around to try and hear better when she heard a piece of wood snap under her legs. uh oh she thought thought to herself. She held her breath and waited to see what happened next.
"<span style='color:gray'>I've never had much trouble with killing, because...welll, I have many reasons let's just leave it at that</span>" she said. She pressed her paws hard aganst the ground, she didn't trust her fully, and maybe she should'nt try to kill her either.
She puffed slightly, twitching her shine coated ears with a heavy flop, and before she could engage into more fun talk on the subject of Marshmallow Land politics, an obvious sound caught her attention under the rumble of chaos around her. "Hnnnyaaa...no good, trouble come." Inolax was becoming worried now. Not because of the noise that caught her attention, but that another outsider would be dragged into the damned city. If she was careless they'd die without an explanation, or be dragged haphazardly into a fight that had nothing to do with them. She stood up slowly, dragging her feet together and resting her left hand on the sash against her waist. Her head turning cautiously to the side, eyes eventually cutting towards the Vampydragon, she began to step off to the edge of the building. "Something bad in this town. My mission to come to take over, and I come to get rid of bad secret that sleep under city. It destroy spirits and eat planets, much dangerous for peoples. You not have much time to get away before big secret wake. Killing be a good job, but surviving much more difficult. Please civilian, be haste." She didn't want such a good potential petting device to be lost in the middle of her battles. With only her shimmering silver curtain bangs to detail her desperate intentions, it wouldn't be a surprise if no one took her seriously. "...You too, hiding over there. Go on, scoot! SCOOT!" Inolax shoo'd over towards where she heard the crackling noise, leaning over with her silver braids cascading down abreast the white, slightly soot smudged full dress uniform jacket. As her braids and heavy bangs finally moved out of the way, she didn't seem to be much of a Pendragon at all. Soft, tan skin, devoid of fur and traced with the slender yellow eyes staring towards the sneaky one. Against her left cheek, a strange barcode with an indecipherable serial code took a bit of attention from her Asian porcelain doll-esque appearance. As Inolax stood up straight, the grounds shook with a tremor just enough to wake an infant. Her face changing from an innocent gaze to a worried glare off to the side, it was obvious her mission had finally begun.
Kaylen jumped at the voice and said Oh crap. As fast as she could seh jumped and ran away. While she was running she tripped over something and hit her head knocking herself out cold.
She watched the little figure fall over, gasping slightly as the unnerving pulse of Fronima sent her brainwaves jumping. That little creature was in danger now, and it's be her fault! Inolax whipped her tail slightly, but was caught off guard as an unearthly scream rang from past her right ear. Her eyes stricken wide open, Inolax could only stare for a brief second as a small beam of pulsing orange light trailed across the roof past her face. She turned around, only to catch a blinding flash of orange and white raging towards her. "Ahn--Sin Dirge!" Inolax brushed her left leg across the ground, leaning forward with her hand jamming powerfully into the rooftop. A hissing wisp of dark, misty fumes flared from her hands just as the pulsing light came point blank. Almost immediately, her entire body streaked with a black coat of dim aura, flashing with a white streak against her clothes. She screamed at the top of her lungs, wrenching her fist from the broken rooftop floor to meet the flaring light, a howling boom bursting from her fist. The two forces met, breaking into a grand sphere of slowly rotating energy that shrunk almost half its side before blasting away, pushing a healthy breeze to the sides in its wake. Inolax was thrown back by the impact, slamming onto her back before rolling not too far away from where Kaylen lay. Though she did get bruised considerably, the white fox rolled to her feet with both hands spread in preparation for another surge. A slender shape flew from the wake of the explosion, hidden by the blinding light for all but its outline and a pair of angered, green eyes. Inolax clenched both of her fists, lowering her head while slowly causing the small bits of broken concrete to rise around her feet. Just shy of where Inolax stood, the figure stopped with only tattered, grey rags to detail its figure. "Too laaaaate! Take cover or gimmie hand!"
