When was the last time she basked like this or slept like this? For all she was concerned never. It was long before her time where Gargoyles can live so freely.
“So this is what you mean of others worlds, and mine is one of the many. Still I don’t see what purpose you have bringing me here to another human infesting world.”
She had walked in the shadows of them: Traverse Town and City of Clocks. None of them were like this one. For many this world was inhospitable. Silence lurked every corner. The twitters of happy birds were replaced with the looming hoots of hungry owls waiting to prey on the small critters that dare roam in their hunting grounds. The dense canopy let not a speck of light penetrate and the darkness provided a perpetual nighttime within the woods depths. With the shadows the warm faces that the trees once reflected in the sun were now warning scowls as the dense fog of darkness twisted among them.
Darkness had seiged it,an even when the so-called light tried to take it back, they failed.
“You aren't welcome here!!” Her partner in crime yelled with armor emerging over his face. In deed no one will ever be welcomed here for this world was trapped by darkness, "He is the RED TITAN! I burn down the weak and clear the fields for new life!"
We Gargoyles held pride as guardians …we were glorified and rightfully feared...
I have a name too...the humans gave it to me long ago. You should know it before you die.
"I AM DEMONA!"
Darkness had kept Dwarf Woodlands
---- C I T Y O F S T O N E, R A I D 2 6 ----
A sharp cry rang through the air as a body descended from the clouds riding the winds. Red hair waved like a fierce flag, while strong bat wings flapped harder with vigor and passion. She wanted to feel her chest and back burn from the physical strain. The wind stung the minor wounds she branded. Blood surrounded them, but she was either in good health or mad with the loud boisterous laughter that end in a wicked shriek. She’s been at this since they left. The warrioress dipped and weaved through the air, danced in loops and spirals. Her smile was wide enjoying the freedom of the air recalling the nights where they would fly together.
They’d bobbed and weaved throughout the sky and lock talons for daring dives. It made her heartache, but this victory would be enough to push it aside. Unfortunately, he couldn’t join her up here. Fledglings strain to use the muscles in their wings; they fall out of nests forcing their parents to tend to them from the ground. Having enough of chilling air biting her skin, she readied for a landing. Demona trotted the rest of her speed on ground; she slid to a halt, while her tail balanced her before she spun around to Titan.
“That was GLORIOUS! Mind you they weren’t much for a CHALLENGE, but a refreshing start from sleeping so long,” she stretched her arms wide groaning happily at the pulling muscles. Did she really missed war, or did she simply miss the high of living? She looked wild; her eyes were feral, and her hair was an untamed mess, windblown. Cuts decorated her body with a few red stains, and she never looked happier. She chuckled as she walked up to him.
“Not bad whelp, you didn’t falter or DIE,” her tail swayed with her playful mood, “but dying by their hands would’ve been an insult. Now wouldn’t it? Can we even call this world ours now? It felt rather too simple; if they’re not fit, then maybe they’ll be wise to stay away.”
A clawed finger tapped at the armor he still adorned, “You can put that away now.”
Children and their toys. Dragons and their scales
With her head held high, she left her wings stay open still riding the high of tossing that boy around like a rag doll. He would be a fun toy and pin cushion to claw at if he lived long enough to meet her again, “I forgot if you told me what happened to this world, who put it in its current state. I don’t think I care for sharing space with just anyone. Hard days made me rather selfish. Regardless it seems we share it anyways; I spotted a castle leagues away.”
She stared at the general direction it was in. It wouldn't take long to get there by wings, but one hadn't ovecome such feat. He had wings; she saw them, and they were impeccably useless and web-less. It was literally just bones.
"You should learn how to fly, fledgling, but I'm sure all of THAT would be to," her hands gestured over herself indicating the unnecessary armory, "heavy."
When the mouthpiece of his helmet slid closed with an audible snap, the beast hissed his words of challenge. His fire burned all around it, leaving a smoldering path. The Light retreated, leaving the shadows to infest this world, strangle it. This had been the first time he has faces such powerful wielders of Light, and so many at once. It had also been the first time he had been able to summon his armor. This was but a glimpse onto the power and shape that belonged to a dragon. But he was still at the edge of his true power. It slept somewhere in him. In the depths of his subconscious his true nature slept.
The curved plates of armor, that lay over one another in an intricate pattern, resembled dragon's scales -- or were they dragon's scales that resembled a human's plated armor-- glimmered as Demona circled in victory. The force of her wing flaps caused the branches to part and reveal the moonlight as it shone and gave raise to shadows below, arcing at his heels. This imposed his form against surrounding structures, intensifying his fierce presence. Even the dormant Dragon's Pearl at the center of his chest seemed to give off a faint, green glow, mimicking the rhythm of a beating heart. The dragon could still feel his blood pumping, the plates, over flesh, moving as if they were alive. The crimson flats flexed as his tendons stretched and relaxed. The golden talons that intensified his natural hand-to-hand ability would flex, causing sparks to jump into the dark, reflecting off the metallic shell he wore.
The older female seemed rather ecstatic with the victory. It reminded him of his brother. They rode across the open mountains on horseback, or raced up the arched backs of mountains reveling in battle. When they succeeded in reaching Cai's goals he would celebrate, dragging the more reserved Fai with him. Her energy was higher than it had been and the darkness here was now stabilized. It was good territory to have. She jabbed her claw against the claret shell, the male shifting a not. He moved his covered hand to the spot she prodded. He was honestly not sure how to get it off.
He had been so driven to win that he wanted to become stronger. He wanted to become like Demona and pummel his enemies across the sky, but he was indeed grounded by the immaturity of his wings. Even if he were to hold his true dragon form, it was hard to tell if he would even be able to use them. From what he remembered from summoning them was that they had no webbing. Even a fish had proper wings for swimming. There were aquatic dragons of his kind that had these smaller swimming wings, but his were larger. If they were without webbing, what good were they? Was it because he was so -- weak? Clenching his claws together the scales seemed to shift and raise over his arms and shoulders. Like vents they would release the access smoke from his Fire Breathe and the Darkness used to knit together this illusion of superiority. In a wisp of dark the armor dissipated.
He snorted out and threw up his right hand to snake through his sweaty locks, throwing them back as if he had just crawled out of a sauna, and such was the case in that armor. It was probably safe to only use it once during combat. He was not a dragon raised to fire or any sort of heat. He was raised atop snow covered mountains and his body was suited to arctic conditions, at best. Heat made him slow, cranky and a vulnerable skink that oversunned. At his current level risking himself to overheating would be a stupid tragedy on his part. Demona would have surely laughed at him were it the case.
"He does not know…" he remarked on his weight being a problem.
Even without the armor he broke 250lbs in weight, easily. Maybe he was not meant to fly. But why would he have wings? He was no swimmer. He would drown in a puddle given the chance. A sour look drew on his face at the sickening thought of that world he had come across. It was a tiny chunk of land floating on water and was nothing but wet and hot. It distressed him greatly. He never wanted to see it again. Shaking his head as Demona's words sunk in. He was a it self conscious about the swimming thing. In truth the bell tower had not been the first time he called his wings… at least not consciously. In a fit to not drown he tried to glide over the water, but he could not repeat that event so easily it seemed. How had he done it before? Maybe IR was best not to brig it up with Demona. She would probably get frustrated with his incompetence. Cai usually did…
"A castle…?" He shifted his body so he turned a bit, facing the belly of the woods. "When he first arrived he was not alone. He is not sure if they were the cause, but a corrupt man had come, possessed by a powerful Heartless. It took them both to down it, and even than this man was a powerful shaman." One the Titan was driven to become.
The power was addictive and the wizard's elegance was alluring to his other types of appetites. Reaching up he brushed his thumb and index finger against the edges of his lips, feeling as if he was starting to drool a bit. Sniffing and brushing his covered arm over his mouth he refocused.
"It is possible the Heartless was the cause. It was unlike these smaller ones. It spoke. It thought, albeit like a spider and heartless, but it was verbal with the anger this one had inflected upon its weak, parasitic spirit." In short Fai could be an ass and call others out without realizing it was probably rude, but well aware it induced conflict. "Perhaps the castle belonged to the wizard?" Though there was no sign they had remained in this world.
Looking around the young dragon kicked off the ground. Though he was big, he was anything but grounded b it. He had a natural agility that was born of a mountain dweller. He was big, so it made snaking into smaller tunnels and caves impossible, climbing over them was always an option. He quickly scaled to the tops of the trees and crouched down on he branches. Up so high his fur collar fluttered in the wind.
"He knows that this world is strange, like there is something other than the darkness, but it is not something he can recognize." Perhaps it was the natural nature of the supernatural of the world.
Magic, enchantments and secret wood-folk. From upon high he could not see a thing that resembled a castle, but he was expecting the bright red and gold castles of his world, not the gray stone or black stone towers that blended into the world's backdrop. He leaped forward and began to jump from branch to branch, taking care only to land on thick platforms that could hold his weigh, or swing across quickly to prevent an inevitable and painful fall. He only went ahead a few feet before stopping to wait for Demona. She had sent it from yon high so she would know the direction best.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: Demona~! | NOTES: Where is it, that you will lead me? What shall we find?
A man possessed by a heartless, how pathetic, and, “he couldn’t be that powerful to be possessed. There’s weakness to allow that. ”
Her arms folded over her chest unimpressed, but a brow muscle quirked with the details of this heartless. It spoke and didn’t inherit the dullness the other did, so easily manipulated and pulled. Still she snorted; that weak, parasitic spirit had overtook a strong sorcerer. Demona had an attitude of a conqueror; she wanted to see this so called wizard and bring him down notches below her. And to think some would call her plight unobtainable. The special marked boys fell from grace and couldn’t protect this world alongside a measly warrior without a large sword for obvious compensation. This all felt way to easy; it was too good to be true and insulting.
Was there a fruitful challenge, or would she breathe one with every world she cross?
“There’s only one way to find out. If it is, he will be removed. We don’t have need for weak shaman and weak parasites,” her narrow iris leaned to the corner of her eyes focusing on Titan, “not as a right hand. There are many pawns in these games.”
Waiting for a reply, she watched him jumped to the trees. Humming she followed suit; with a crouch, she shot herself in the air before opening her wings for a consistent glide. The gargoyle manipulated the winds for effortlessness and to not travel to fast for the grounded fledgling. From what her eyes can see, this world was rather simplistic; she wondered how many kingdoms were present. She was used to the pettiness of royals, revenge, wars, and treaties. Yet if this dark wizard loomed over this caste, he could very well not be of this world with the heartless parasite. Or it could be like her world, a fellow human begetting darkness out of greed, which in turn destroyed everything. It gave her more incentive to investigate. It would bring some pride in doing what she couldn’t have; she could remove one spawn of destruction and enjoy doing it.
In the distance, she could see the silhouette of the castle like before. Being at a lower level closer to the woods, the foliage littered the horizon line. It felt endless, “Is this world nothing, but forest? Are there no mountains, caves?”
With the darkness warping and blanketing the world, gargoyles wouldn’t have to cower in rookeries, but rookeries were cultural importance. Even if their territory would be safer to sleep outside of them, the Old Way would still be a part of them. It would be animalistic and barbaric to lay their eggs in trees.
“The woods are thinning. The castle is beyond the field,” her voice boomed to reach his ears below her, “I don’t see much of a village. Perhaps it’s on the other side.”
She looked down in search from him; it became dark, and only the moonlight filtered through the canopy to reveal bark and branches. Her senses were acute to motions, and yet she was distracted to not think too much of the trees rustling ahead. She thought nothing of it but wind. Before the lip of the woods was a unique tree; it’s kind was scattered across the woods birthed by the world’s shift into darkness. Dark fruits of temptations bobbed as the Lord of the Woods shifted. Yellow eyes opened sensing prey, sensing hearts. It could move at any time, but waited for the open window.
They were coming close. Let prey come closer. Let prey be naïve. Let prey step one foot on its branches. Let prey fly unknowing into its range. Let prey come, and then devour them all.
Demona pondered how long would it take for his wings to grow. They could be there are ready by flight. At least he wasn’t falling be-
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Explosions erupted right in front of her, blinding her. Her ears rang loudly, and her flight faltered with the disturbance. She snarled and held her arms up to block her face, while her wings wrapped around her as gravity took control. She loathed surprises; this one sent her falling into the woods.
He could not help the wince that was forced to cross his features at her mentioning of having no need for the weak at her side. The brute had always viewed himself as fundamentally weak. Both in spirit and in the physicality of his very nature. He had been raised wholly dependent on the other half of his soul from birth. A quiet nature by his very birth, one who considered his actions with calculated care before acting. The only time such a habit was turned from was when the berating insistence of his sibling had pushed him beyond his will to obey his own wishes. Forced upon him were the actions of a villain, built into him was the suffering hesitation of one who did not wish harm upon others, but the belief that this was the only way to save them. Everything of his understanding nature was taken away by the actions of his kin who could not fathom allowing good to remain in anyone, a parasite of light. Certainly one held beings of light in the highest regard, but they were blind to the truth of their nature. Sometimes they could not see that Darkness was an essential part of life worth protecting. Abuse could only follow their tracks and twist an otherwise gentle soul into a malignant reaper of shadows.
His underlying nature still existed in the way he lured the Light and Dark alike into his hunter’s traps. Soft words and a sagely understanding of the pain they suffered in their waking dreams. He was a predator that consumed all in his path, but one that was easily overpowered. Maybe he was weak but he was driven in his belief that he could become stronger. The only reason he stood against those Light Wielders was because he had Demona, a powerful figure to lead the hunt. He felt, if he was not careful, he would slip back into his own habits regarding dependency. But they had never left had they…? Even now, as he followed along through the twisting branches of the dark woods, claimed for their own, he could hear the mocking voice in his ear and the weight he was forced to carry on his back. He could feel the claws digging into his shoulders and the knee buried in his spine. The hot breath of his sibling was as real as the branches that whipped across his cheeks as he raced through the canopy.
‘You are not strong enough...’ The mocking hiss was followed by a warm sensation against the cartilage of his ear.
His brows knitted together as a lump was formed in his throat. He wanted to cry, but he bit down on his tongue, his lips pulling back over his sharp fangs. A growl erupted from his chest making it seem as if he was annoyed by Demona’s mention of the unappealing scenery. A world could be nothing but forest, for the trees had to have something to cling to and the creatures of the land had to have places to hide that were more viable than a few flimsy trees. He could feel it. It was like being home again in the mountains. The scents that filled his nose were lined with the bitter sting of cold that filled the night. His fingers gripped against the thick branches, his bare digits ignoring the numbness that came with the leaving adrenaline of battle. Eyes focused on his forward path, the intertwining branches showing no clear path to the untrained and skilless. Amber eyes gave off a glow as his now focused pupils dilated to catch the full of of the moon. The sole of his boots easily gripped and pushed off the branches or trunks while he would swing much comparatively to a monkey through the trees, but his heavier body made it more difficult. He would easily vault onto lower branches, which he would leap up toward higher branches keeping this process moving him forward at a steady speed.
The woods were indeed thinning, but how could he keep up with no means to travel speedily? He could as easily run along the ground, but he would lose more stamina that way, as it took more effort to climb over the obstacles found on a flat surface than using the momentum of one’s own weight to swing through the treeline or across the rugged edges of a mountain.
He refused to fall behind. He was not going to be put in the same place as a Heartless. He was a proud Shaman, a growing dragon and would rend any who tried to take his place and home! He would punish the humans for their failure to abide by the laws written by nature long before they were even born! The anger he got the narrower his vision became so he failed to sense the movement. Something in the forest was moving. It was an unnatural pace that seemed to perfectly flow within the darkness and invisible twists of moss and wood. Suddenly explosions erupted above head, causing the beast the miscalculate his jump to the next to the branch above. His body stilled, the leather of his left glove gripping the branch limb like claws. He had been mid jump so would manage to barely cling to the wooden arm overhead. Bright lights forced him to pull his free arm over his eyes as a hiss curled from his chest. His pupils focused into slits in an attempt to fight off the blinding brightness. A beast of dark held little to no fortitude toward the light. His ears continued to ring long after the explosions had ceased, but his eyes still burned with the dancing sparks of white flashes. Wringing his eyes so he could refocus them he allowed his lids to peel open. The Titanic beast looked down below, just as Demona fell through the canopies, swallowed by the leaves in their wake.
He growled out before jumped toward a lower branch, but this was his mistake. “Jie jie!” He did not hear his own words, which left his lips before he could think.
He dropped down to the branches below, but they were not of the trees he landed on. The Heartless snapped its limbs, which resembled the branches of the trees all around, and sent the brute flying. Of course without wings this was more like falling with grace. He was upside down, but shifted his weight when he hurled so he was turned to face the monstrosity. He caught the distinct vision of red, gleaming eyes. It was not easy to throw the brute off balance. Falling out of trees was nothing compared to be pushed off the edges of mountains by your beloved. He allowed the darkness to form in his belly before it shifted toward his left arm. His glove covered hand pulled back as he allowed his legs to fall ‘forward’ toward the tree. This shifted his weight so that he was now falling belly first. He pulled his arm all the way back and locked it.
“Iya!!” He threw his Darkness covered arm forward, fist expelling a force of darkness that reduced the speed of his fall.
He landed crouched on on the ground, hands pressing into the dirt and gravel. His back was arched and fiery red hair fluttering against the swell of darkness coming from his form as it rolled out and was swallowed by the environment. The beast would, most literally, hit the ground running. When he landed he dashed forward to put distance between him and the enemy. He peered back over his shoulder at the tree before stomping his foot into the ground and breaking into a sharp turn. One arm was thrown out to hold his balance while his right was curled in front of his belly to manage his center of gravity as he was in a hunched position. Where had Demona fallen? He held his defensive stance, not sure of what this creature was. It seemed the more intenste Darkness was on a world, the more powerful Heartless it called out…
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: Demona~! | NOTES: *Used Void Punch; The Darkness can both be a blessing and a visible peril.
The Lord of the Woods stomped in dominance to secure his domain. The darkness had tainted the woods, and darkness only breeds more darkness. It grumbled and groaned calling out to them as a challenge; the victor will claim the hearts. It gurgled to summon other fiends that stalk the night and shadows. Portals opened five feet in the air dropping several Large Bodies. The plump round heartless beat their tummies at each other knowing their similar goals before waddling, tracking.
Two of them went ahead for Titan until they spotted the heart. It was tainted, and most were. Heartless weren’t picky for cleanliness. His will do just fine. For heavily built heartless, they moved pretty fast with a charge. They leaned into the charge; their bellies lead them forward crunching down small shrubs in their path.
A hiss finally escaped her lips; she was alive no doubt, but highly agitated. She would feel the tenderness later after hitting so many branches on her way down. Her back impacted against a trunk, while the rest of her was sprawled on the floor. Her wings were wrapped around her to not increase her chances in damaging them.
“What happened,” she was angry at herself for not being attentive; if she had seen it coming, she could’ve evaded it. Her eyes closed in a wince as bright spots pained her head, “curses.”
Curling her knees up, she sat up only to shift on all fours. The warriors rolled her shoulders to flex the muscles beneath them, while she slowly tested her wings, opening them slowly in a long stretch. There were sores but she can work through them. She can feel her back and abs twitch as the bat-like pair moved, open and closed. Her eyes wandered, while she awakened her body.
Where was he?
She can hear something; it was big. Darkness was out there, but it was growing. He could be amongst it. She didn’t let him have all the fun then, so she wouldn’t let him relish in it alone now. The gargate warrioress stood clipping her wings again; she’ll travel low to the ground as she ran on the balls of her feet.
To the Victor went the spoils, even if that meant a pile of rotting fruit. In a large, widespread territory it was easy to forger it was home to other animals and fiends alike. It was a living world and living was a constant battle. Getting comfortable with such a great amount of opposition remaining would be foolish. Defeating one set of opponents opened the floodgate for more to seek profit in your exhaustion. After direct combat with so many members of the light faction, stamina was running low for the larger male. But if a territory was easy to have, than one would not need to fight to hold it.
The dragon was young and could only stake claim to a small territory in the Land oof Dragons, but even that was not worth dying over. He was weak alone, and spooking back Mongol hordes and other ferocious animals like packs of wolves or roaming big cats was no simple task. Such survival required more of a mental faculty than the lacking physical one he held claim to. Though he was trained in combat and had a higher stamina than most, much of it went into his human body. His magic took a mental toll, but he could now understand that his armor would stand to be a physical one.
His muscles were strained to their limit. It had been the first time he dawned the mystical armor, born of his scales, and it would perhaps be a time before he could call it again. The metal-like shell was heavy, hot and put him at more of a disadvantage than in the front running for lengthy bouts. Little was he used to wearing his natural skin and provided the chance to do it again, it would be a last resort. He was not suicidal, but he was a beast driven by conflict. He survived on it. It was a physical and emotional need to corner the spirit of a man and make him fight. The Darkness that was often formed through conflict was at it's purest because the heart only fight battles it wanted to win, and nothing was stronger that a fighting heart.
It was no wonder the Heartless spied the dragon's heart. It was not tainted by the dark, so much as it was born of it. Doubt and suffering were a necessary part of his very existence. If he had any assurance in his spirit, it was consumed with the body and powers of his brother. What was left of his twin, was but a speck of the combined spirit they once had. Cai held pride and forgiveness while Fai embodied worry and punishment. There was no greater imbalance made when the Darkness lost its Light. The beast overcompensated the loss with a loathing, growing, madness that sought to forgive the weakness of humanity through punishment: breaking their pride by instilling worry.
But such words and notions did not effect Heartless who were bit writing masses of Darkness, pieces of regret that knew neither the solace of peace or the worry of punishment. They merely existed to consume. It was the basest, simplest form of life, but perhaps this was not true? All in all Fai had learned that Heartless were the first and only, but this tree was unlike any which he had encountered. The very flavor of its Darkness was unique. Each being had their own signature of scent, unique to them which was molded by their birth parents and environment.
The dragon was shocked to see the monstrous tree summon large Heartless he had never before seen. These were unlike the pure, dark shadows that lurked every corner and took every chance to stalk the pup, these were not as uniformly twisted in the corruption of heartlessness. Their markings clearly showed they were something above ordinary Heartless. When the massive Emblem Heartless charge the Shadowmancer slid his left foot back, body lowering into a crouch.
He began to settle Darkness into his belly. With his left leg pulled back he allowed his right leg to slide completely out and his upper body lean the majority of his weight back onto his left leg. His right arm pulled out to stand horizontal to his body while his left palm rest on his right elbow. He settled into this stance to maximize his forward movement, the stance resembling that of a drawn bow. When the first Large body drew close enough to his field of vision he charged forward.
He allowed the darkness to expel from his stomach and cover his body. He would attempt and charge through the Large Bodies with his Void Tackle and push beyond the menacing weight that could easily throw him off, but he was not expecting their soft forms! When pushing through he would stagger out the other side and spin to face him. He was in a bad place. With the tree behind him and the Large Bodies in front… he really wished his wings worked… He kept his fists held up in a defensive stance. Where was Demona? He was at a loss of what to do. Fight this enemy... or go find her? But it did not really need any sort of judgement call on his part. She had been knocked down, and likely by the whipping limbs of the living tree. Whatever this tree was it was full of rage and discontent. Very unlike the Heartless or the shadows before the dragon. She was who he was following and it seemed more an obnoxious idea to face these enemies as he was: alone. It put him at an obvious disadvantage and he really was not one for showboating. If he was at the back end of a victory, he sure as hell was not going to fight for it. Making his decision he quickly kicked off the ground, just as the Trent whipped his mighty root toward him. The brute rushed toward the growth of shrubs and trees where he had seen Demona fall.
He was not one to abandon an ally unless it meant his own survival, so as it was in this case: saving her would save him. There was no saying he was fond of her, but sometimes one's own survival came before the loss of all in the group. He would try to quickly find his way into the dense brush.
"Demona?!" He called out, but if she could hear him or not over the rampaging Lord of the Woods was a whole other situation.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: @demona~! | NOTES:*Used Void Tackle Into my parlour said the Lord to the Dragon...
“TITAN!” She barked before following where his voice drifted from, and not too far ahead she could see him up ahead. Her eyes flared red for he could see her coming, and she was already riled up for being struck down, “Did you see that thing? I swear I’ll tear its arm off.”
She could still feel the impact on her face, which was now blotched by soot. It darkened half of her face and got in her hair. Even her ear would ring every now and then. She would hack whoever did this to her in pieces and keep a souvenir.
“I stayed low to find you easier; I rather not be shot down again. The light was painful enough,” she grumbled, while looking towards him. Yellow eyes looked back at her, and he hadn’t said a thing, “What’s up with you? Did it get to you too..”
Her nose twitched inhaling an unfamiliar scent. There was a familiarity, but it was Titan. From the looks of it trudging through the shrub, it appeared too big to be Titan, “dammit.”
A large hand balled into a fist and beat a large tummy. It jiggled and bounded the straps the held its attire together. The brand on its chest was indistinguishable; she made a mistake. Everything was silent for a split second, and with loud rustle it charged at her.
“Aaaaah,” her roar bounced off the trees. She had to dart off to the side to not be in its way, but it turned to follow her. Her claws were ready as she scaled up a nearby tree only to kick off of it. It’s been a while, since she had to flip herself, and she could feel every pull of her muscle up her side, stomach and back. She cascade above the large body before tuck rolling behind it. Neatly she rose up only to shoot herself towards it, “take THIS!”
The Large Body crashed into the tree and slumped only to feel a thick tail whip harshly against its weak back. It flexed, and she landed with a thump. She didn’t expect something so bulky to move so swiftly as it spun to bat her off.
Opening her eyes, she found herself on the floor. Clenching her jaws, she growled as her eyes followed a trail of disheveled dirt from her fallen body to that damn heartless. The obese heartless wobbled to get itself settled for another attack. The warrioress didn’t stay on the floor long before darting in opposite direction she started in. It would put distance between them, and she could fully utilize the woods to get rid of it.
The ball of her feet smacked against the earth ground. It trailed behind her, but she was naturally too fast to catch up too. Concentrated eyes scanned the terrain in quest of him.
“Dammit, where is he?”
She pushed through shrubs. Bare branches scrapped against her calves, while her bare feet had to run amongst mud, grass, and stones. With a few more paces, she was going to pass him up if she didn’t skid to a halt.
“YOU!” She shouted, so much for a greeting, “Where have you been? These woods are practicallynests for heartless.”
That was the price for keeping the world in darkness. To add, Demona wasn’t afraid of them; they were merely pest that got in the way like the one that was anxious to have two prey to hunt down.
The dragon was not going to easily get away from both Large Bodies. While one had been pushed passed and completely turned about by the Void Tackle, the other was left perturbed and swung out his mighty arms, clipping the smaller beast in the hide. These heartless were quick for such big beasts, nothing like the lumbering dragon. Where he had his agility, he was not as quick-footed as smaller warriors. As a magic user his only defense was his sheer size. The difference in ability was apparent and the brute was not about to stick around to test anymore in his present state. After such a drawn out battle with heroes of light, though he was left unscathed for the once, the usual strength he had access to was limited after his little transformation. All but punted forward he threw out his left hand to catch himself before his face hit the ground and he was left prone. The darkness slithered off his body like a cloak as the Void Tackle’s darkness faded and was absorbed back into the land. He did not dare look back and pushed off the ground with his hand, launching into a forward momentum after the attack.
His leg muscles screamed for him to slow down, but his thundering heart demanded he make haste, lest end up the unfortunate victim of consumption. The dragon rightly feared the possibility of losing, suffering the same fate as his brother. He did not fear death itself, but instead the damage he would do to his family's honor. He was the last one, and it was up to him to uphold their bloodline for future generations. He was also the weakest one and had many steps to go before he could even be considered a proper wizard of his craft.
By all accounts the barbaric dragon was a mage. Where his twin wielded all of the physical prowess, Fai was touched by the hands of magic. He was skilled in both producing spells with ease and reading them were a simpler task than breathing. Reading a spell's formula was an imperative step in writing new spells. But a few of the abilities he had were natural dragon based skills, but the rest: like his Void Tackle, were manipulated by his higher knowledge. He was not the drooling, fire spitting, barbarian he gave the appearance of. He had pulled apart the very essence of how shadows formed and recalculated them so that they could form around his body rather than be expelled from his mouth like his fire. His fire was a peculiarity as well. He could not only breathe fire from his belly, but produce it magically by recalculating the formula for his darkness to mimic his flames.
Behind him he could hear the booming pound of the lumbering Emblem Heartless 'chasing' him. Though it did not take long for the mindless Heartless to grow tired and pause in its chase
“YOU!Where have you been? These woods are practicallynests for heartless.”
At the familiar voice the beast skid to a halt, the heel of his boot grinding into the gravel and dirt covered ground. His heavier upper body had to adjust for the sudden press of friction against the raw ground. His arms pulled up as he shifted his chest, the fur of his cloth wrap fluttering in the chilling darkness like starlight under the moonlit eve. His glowing, amber eyes snapped up toward the familiar sound. She was well! This brought his heart relief, though it was yet still a quiet relief not rife with affection, but simply dotted with admiration; it was something that was only temporary. Few creatures could hold his attention long, lest admiration. He stumbled, hands barely catching his footing over some roots. He hesitated in grabbing them at his last invitation to a whip to the face. He pushed up to his full height and walked toward the female gargoyle. His right arm raised to brush his bangs from his brow, as his left moved to hold out, palm against the nearby tree. Anchoring his weight he caught his breath, chest heaving against the tight bounds of cloth that were his uniform.
It was a strange uniform. While the chest wrap was tight and left little to the imagination, it served a purpose that was more a mental provision than a physical practicality. It did not shield from the elements, cold being his natural climate, but instead played a role in intimidation. A human was more inclined to lean toward a well built person, but also lean against one who was, physically appealing, in battle. Men who looked like heroes rather than scrawny push overs were looked to with regard. He was a vain creature that was fed by attention, be it the savage glares of jealousy or the swooning bays of admirers. There was also the case that one his size was seen as a threat! Though he was little more threat than an average wizard, the show alone put others to place him into the category of warrior and easily ignored his capacity to wield the magical arts as he did. He dressed to the part of the barbarian, because it lured others into believing he was a skilled combatant when, in truth, he was severely lacking. His pants were loose and added to his range of motion, where normal pants would restrict his movement. It all provided a sense of appeal and deception that suited the dragon well. He was a wizard in the end and was more inclined to using his intellect to thwart an enemy rather than the full force of his strength.
He was silent on her questioning demands. At the moment 'I fell', did not seem like a really superb answer to provide as excuse. His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze quickly darted away. It was like a child caught with his hands in a cookie jar. This jar was big, and filled with Heartless. He should have gone all out on them. He really should not have fallen so easily and he should not boast on how easy it is to fall (bad taste considering the demon's own record). He could have set that tree on fire, but than he also got pinned between three fiends in the stead of the one. So many things he shouldn't do, should have done and sort of fumbled.
Shaking out his hair he would try to tumble any loose thoughts from his regret-filled head. “There had always been Heartless here, but such organization is oft driven by a leader.” Normally they wandered, acted on instinct, but it was clear they were the respective thorn in that Lord’s side. “Can these really be called Heartless? They are abnormal.” His sense of smell and taste had caught an unusual flavor to these creatures, one that was unsettling.
He winced a bit, his mind having gone into the enemy instead of his immediate concern.
“Is she in one piece? We shan't make it to the stone towers if they continue to act upon a will to reroute us.” Was there something perhaps…? “Though it could be contested -- are they seeking to keep us back with a reason?” Though it seemed the usual, territorial tendencies given by such a being, this seemed a bit too well timed.
The presence of the Light Wielders should have summoned the Heartless in droves, who fancied easy pickings and sought to lay to ruin their rivals, but they had waited until they were gone, until the Gargoyle and Dragon had done all the work. What was up with that? Maybe he was overthinking it, but that was what he was good at. Fai was a worry wart of sorts. His brother had often scolded him for over analyzing situations that needed but one, destructive, solution. Cai was pure and simple, but he was also cruel and driven by the Light to purify everything, Fai included. Something was strange and if they wanted to keep the land it would have to be done so with level-headed thinking after brute force seemed ineffective. He had a tactician's mind, even if he had a warrior’s tendencies. Exposing a weakness and using it to its fullest was the fastest way to smash an enemy into oblivion. One had to make due with such physical ineptitudes as he felt he held.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: @demona~! | NOTES: Driven by hunger or duty?
"Aren't they all, mere void of blackness in hearts given life? Such monstrosities shouldn't have been given liberties to exist." Her voice had more malice and disdain for them. She can still feel the tightness in her cheek when she blinks, "I'm fine, and it'd be in poor judgement to fly again. It's despicable to be shot down like a fowl."
Her head still rings from the blast, but she'll keep herself upright until this was through.
"If all this was to keep us at bat, then whatever they treasure better be worth it."
She maneuvered around him to keep pressing on, but she stopped poised on the balls of her feet.
"What could heartless, abnormals or not, want?" She turned around to face him to watch him think, to see the gears turn, "What could possibly be so dear to them under than their delicacy of choice?"
A fanged smile grew, and her eyes flashed red, "How good are you in hunting for treasure my fair fledgling?"
Her tail swayed as she circled around him, pacing, thinking, "I wonder what value is in it. What could possibly be done with it? What could it possibly lure from the dark crypts where the heartless sleep, "she stopped until she stood at his side facing the opposite direction. Her arms were crossed as she contemplated, "naturally there must be power in the artifact. Does it not bring you curiosity?"
Her head turned over her shoulders watching his face. She could still hear it searching for her, for them, "It would be simple. We'll deal a blow to this...organization. I can stun it, and you HIT IT HARD. Obviously we're going in the right direction. It's probably at the castle. We'll take what they hide; call it...spoils of war."
Through the bushes it came, it's yellow eyes pierced the forest's shadows. She snorted in amusement, "I'll take care of this one."
Digging to her arm, she uttered an enchantment. Stepping away from him, she crouched down prepared. As it waddled through the thickets, she charged and jumped upon him. Enflamed claws raked against it's head with strong vengeful swipes. She wasn't sated until she heard a thick pop; it vanished.
Landing on the ground, she looked back at him with a smirk, "Let's go. We have a lord to knock a couple of notches. Let's make sure neither of us fall behind."
Her words caused the gears of his mind to spin. He honestly had little understanding of the Heartless. As far as he could tell, on a superficial level, by their scent that was: they were shadows. A shadow was simply the result of light being cast over an object or person. A mere game of the light. But such a broad generalization severely underestimated the possibilities of their existence. Shadows, on a certain level: did not exist, but did. It was like proving the physical presence of the soul. One knew it was there and even felt it held weight and their very presence laid out consequence for the use and misuse of this metaphysical state of existence.
If Heartless existed, like the soul, did their presence somehow add a level of existence to those lives they effected? Did it create a layer of life that would not exist without their interloping? Was there a way to use Heartless productively, as was there means to misuse them? It was certainly not impossible. His first experience in these woods showed him that a Heartless could be controlled as easily as an Avatar or Guardian. Demona held capacity to summon Heartless and use them to her advantage, so why could they not exist for another in the same way? Her questioning words created a mental paradox.
If they are but darkness, given life from the emptiness in a heart, than did that not mean they existed for a reason?
Did they exist to fill that void?
The younger male all but sunk into a half crouch as Demons spoke. She started right at him which caused his brow to arch slightly while the other flattened down in a look of half concern and half apologetic. He raised his right hand, as his gloved, left hand sat knuckled against the ground. His bare fingers scratched through his red hair as she compared herself to a hunted bird. He struggled not to fins amusement in the comparison but found himself failing miserably. His only saving grace was her question on the possibility of what the Heartless could possibly covet.
His hand slide from his fiery locks as his palm spread out, letting his digits splay out as his hand brushed over his chest. Golden eyes peeled down as his brows furrowed. He took a moment, in the silence of the forest, to think. The silence came from the rampaging Heartless scaring off the native animals, more so than the Darkness could ever alone. He felt his heart still racing, rhythmically drumming against his thick digits. This is what they sought… to replace their own voids. But who, or what, could be held up in that tower that stands to be a powerful enough target to lure their hunger from the weaker presence of Demona's, and most especially: his own, heart?
Only did the purest of Light draw the Heartless in such droves. This was his firsthand experience. But if there was no light, and the Titan himself was weak enough prey… what was strong enough to lure them -- or even command them?!
Before he could voice his thoughts the older, monstrous woman spoke up with gleeful intrigue lacing her tone. Treasure -- was not his strong suit. Unless it was the truest, physical embodiment of power, it carried no interest to the hunter. He hunted power for he required it to survive. The raw, pure taste of another's despair. He was hesitant the respond, his mind jumbled between his last train of thought and this new, forced, path.
"He can hunt, if it lives." Perhaps someone was controlling the Heartless, or there was some indescribably powerful treasure lying in wait in that man-made tower of stone. Either way it would be a hunt worth partaking in.
Her circling had made him uneasy, which was obvious given his posture. He had set both his hands to the ground between his legs. His shoulders lifted in a defensively submissive posture as his eyes found interest in a nearby stone. He question and momentary pause allowed him space to look up. He pushed to stand to his full height, the surrounded feeling of the woods unsettling with their closure.
"Without curiosity we can no longer hold will to move forward and change." A disciplined means of providing a positive response.
He was curious, more so hungry to take in more energy and discover more of these paradoxes of existence. These living, space-filling voids. He wanted power to fill his belly! At her suggestion to take the fight to them, he would punch his left fist into his right palm. The beast always threw a decided strike with his left side, his right flowing with his shadow magic. From his right fingers is where he cast from. His left side was decidedly dragon: if carried force, power and raw strength.
When she charged the Large Body, the Titanic beast took off. He was at home up high. And although he disliked the closed-in nature of the woods, he was at home among the clouds. His strong digits dug against the familiar skin of the tree trunks; the rough, hardened layers of skin as grippable as the stones of a mountainside. Like a squirrel whose tail was lit on fire, the dragon scurried into the canopy. There was no question as to his different portion: the branches groaned and bent down at the excessive weight presented by the beast.
He was able to by pass the second Large Body he had lost along the way. This time around he took the care to watch what branches he placed his hands and feet upon, lest be caught in the same trap twice. As soon as he found a valuable position the dragon would silently crawl toward the Lord of the Woods. Inhaling deeply the dragon would allow his Darkness to settle into the pit of his belly. Arching his back he would pull back his arm before leaping from the dense entanglement of branches.
Allowing his Darkness to draw into his fist he would put all of his weight into slamming down onto the Lord of the Woods with his Void Punch. Even if it landed, and with his draconic strength, there was no telling just how much damage he was able to do. The beast looked up, sending movement. The lashing, spike covered limbs of the fiend were coming straight for him, in counter to his attack.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: @demona~! | NOTES:*Used Void Punch; Such an opportunity only comes once a save file.
Although she was a child of the air and wind, Demona loved the rush of running as it burns her legs and tugged so many muscles in her body. She was a physical being, who would always push the limits. With her aggressive nature, she can become more violent with excitement.
The heartless were child's play with their objective, but that didn't stop her from springing on to the clueless Large Body she approached. It toppled over as she rammed into its center of gravity. On it's back it wobble; it entire body flexed in pain as a tail slammed across it's face and torso. Fiery claws removed its helmet before sealing its farewell. The pop it made as it vanished humored her as she tossed its helmet before it fizzed into the darkness. She loved trophies, but a meager heartless wasn't sufficient enough.
She smirked as she heard the ruckus above her; to her ears, he was loud, which made it easier to follow. The gargoyle eventually met up with him, tailing behind. She watched the Lord of the Woods bob as one of its legs gave; it dipped forward loosely its balance into a kneel.
Fruits swayed on its branches as it swung in defense. An agitated call emitted from its mouth: it was ragged and cracked like snapping bark. The last Large Body that stayed near it in confusion fumbled to its stomach to slide; using it's strong arms, it propelled itself the the dragon.
The Lord wanted to rise, but sought for cover during its vulnerability. Three wizards bubbled at its call. Why could it just simply FALL? With a growl, Demona flapped her wings hard at the bundles of darkness; gust curled from her and the thrusted the little beasties away.
"I won't waste it on the likes of you," with a jump, she was airborne to approach the Lord with the most dreadful of songs. Unlike a siren, it didn't soothe or lull; it was piercing, scratching, and mangling. All of its branches snapped as it stiffened, "long live the king."
The Demon of Night swooped down with ready claws. The flames were dying down, but she had something else specially for him.
When the dragon landed the punch it had been enough to push the tree off balance, but in retaliation the dragon soon caught sight of one of its branches swinging down upon his form. The dragon was still in the air so had no means to dodge the incoming attack. Throwing his arms up to cross in front of his face. The impact sent the beast, like a meteor, into the ground below. His body hit with enough force that he bounced off the forest floor and rolled a few times. Shifting his weight he would push onto all fours, his skill allowing him to fall without being rendered prone and vulnerable. His hands gripped against the earth as the toes of his boots dug into the soils. He skid backwards several feet before he was able to come to a halt. A billow of dust had been thrown up i the process of his recovery, the beast pushing to stand. He pulled his arms up in front of him in a ready position, but it seemed they still had enemies to deal with.
The last Large Body had targeted him and was now sliding across the ground like some chubby penguin. The beast snarled and locked his legs into place. He let out a roar, hands grabbing at the air as if they were tipped with deadly claws. In that moment the skin around his wrists and hands, hardening into his scales. Along his cheekbones and forehead more of his scales appeared as well as a visible plate of red over his chest would join the scaling arms. Though he could only materialize it partially at the moment, it would be enough. Taking even a partial form drew him closer to his dragon roots. His bloodline would awaken and allow him to tap into the pure ferocity that was his species. When the Large Body rammed toward him the monstrous beast threw out his hands to catch him.
With his legs locked the friction of their momentum was quickly reduced, but Fai would spare the last few feet of forward drive from the Heartless and use this force to raise him clear off the ground. Even if he was but a wingless wyrm at this point, the titanic brute had his strength and in battle where he used his mind most often, his natural strength still rang through on occasion. His strength was directly dependent on his intelligence. If he had not used the height of his fall to increase his power he may have been unable to knockback the Lord of the Woods. If he did not let the Heartless fully charge him, even if he had the capacity to stop it, he would have been unable to lift it. He always addressed his actions through the observation of his surroundings. Right now they were stuck in that very vice. The environment itself had come alive.
After hurling the Large Body to the side the dragon twisted his body and punched it with his fists, tearing through its darkness with his clawed hands. The dragon looked up, eyes blinking. Environment was an important part of battle. Dropping to all fours he allowed his sharp claws to dig into the dirt before he charged the raging Lord. When it swung its body the beast jumped and clung to its tendril. He held on tight as Demona’s howling screech caused it suffering thus forced it to flail about to rid itself of the source of the noise, but that was when the dragon took his chance. He looked up toward its canopy where its dangerous fruit had once dangled. Breathing in a deep breathe the brute scaled the side of the beast before releasing a stream of Dragon’s Fire onto it, setting the beast ablaze. Fai kicked off the Unversed and flipped backwards before landing on a crouch on the shaking ground.
The Trent was dancing mad! Fire burned it grievously!
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: @demona~! | NOTES:*Used Dragon Bloodline Armor, Dragon Bloodline Fire; Acrobatics (Passive) Burn it all down!
The last of the Large Bodies was extinguished, but its tainted hearts warped in the arms of darkness. It will sleep in the black realm until it had enough strength to resurface.
Smoke churned with the blast of flames; the stun Lord of the Woods couldn't move to evade it. Only its mouth opened in a silent cry as the flames rose and slowly fade. The flare of red made Demona halt; it took effort to flap her wings hard enough to slow her down. She was going to sink her claws into its hide and drain whatever stamina was left, but she wasn't going to scrotch her skin in the process. Dragons and Gargoyles can create beautiful havoc together, but their rhymthm was inharmonic. They weren't completely in-sync.
She slowed herself down enough to land on its branches. Its fruit whacked against her as the limb dipped with her weight. Like a bird, she took off as the treant gained control to move. She had enough crash landings for one day. The Lord swiped an arm hard knocking foliage into Demona's leg as she left its clutches. Fruit Bombs rained on the dragon out of irate desperation.
Every move the pair made was precise, but their eyes drifted from the Wizards for too long. They floated silently like ghosts, and one lingered above the Titan and cast a spell to make him bow and yield to his fate.
Gravity plunged the gargoyle to the ground as two domes pressed unto her. Fruit and dirt stained her face, and the taste of mud and blood drizzled in her mouth. Flushed against the floor she spat out in disgust. Her heart and spirit were stubborn, and fighting against two Gravira spells was pointless. Hostile words left her lips with bared fangs. Her eyes glowed brighter as darkness clouded around her; anger was her fuel, and she can feel it electrify every fiber.
In a rather ironic state, the dragon was fired up facing his current opponent. The measure of his tactics were something directly attributed to his enemies. Allies were a new concept for the beast. Where he was a tool for his brother to make use of, Titan had spent the time without his twin under the stress of having to survive alone. Such lengthy stretches of solitude numbed one to the prevalent manners that were imposed on a working group. His flames were released with the intent of doing maximum harm to the tree and did not hold consideration that Demona could become victim to his irresponsible flamethrower.
Shifting his weight the dragon allowed himself a moment before he stood. The surrounding darkness was enough to rain a lingering chill over the forest that was difficult to ignore. Though darkness did well to fill the forest with an impenetrable blackness, the starlight did well to illuminate what precious little opening the forest canopy could spare. The night had come frighteningly fast, but the battle was anything but easy. Having to compose themselves after another assault without time to truly recuperate only put them at a proper disadvantage the beast was determined to turn over. They were outnumbered and out powered as their usual maneuverability was disabled by the tree’s tenacity and resources over the woods. His armor seemed to steam beneath the icy chill of night: the plates covering his form was like dilapidated armor. The plates hung from his limbs providing limited coverage.
Quickly looking up the tree would release a barrage of rage. The explosive fruit would rain down upon him, its ire clear. The beast was granted protection from the majority of the attack thanks to the scaled armor, but the force alone was still enough to force him away and back into the dirt. Digging his claws into the ground he made sure not to allow himself to be tossed away like a bit of refuse. His opponents were faring far better than he hoped against the onslaught of attacks. Though the tree had taken a considerable number of hits it would no sooner be blown down than a house of bricks. But there was always the case of the foundation… He stood, allowing his chest to heave at the exertion.
Exhaling a plume of smoke rose from his belly as he swallowed another gulp of air, preparing his next action. Holding out his claws the dragon slid his legs apart into a stance that gave him stability, holding his body at a lower level to the ground. His back knee was bent low enough that it was nearly touched to his front heel. His hands, sheathed in the claw-like coverings, moved outward. His palms faced his enemies and hands sat one over another with his dominant hand over his face and the other at level with his chest. He held his hooked digits horizontal to his face. He looked fierce in this stance, ironically known as the Dragon Stance.
But his action was moot when the gravity spell took hold of his body and forced him to the ground. Letting out a roar of frustration the dragon turned a glaring, amber eye toward the Wizard as it danced about, quite pleased with its spell. His claws dug into the dirt. The moment the spell had dissipated the beast pushed off the ground. Demona seemed to lose her patience with the beasts as well. The shell encasing the distinct portions of his body did little against magical attacks, but it gave him a boost in his actions. Lunging forward at the Wizard who felt keen to attack him: the beast sharpened his fangs and bit into the Heartless, tearing it to shreds. Brushing the back of his scaled wrist over his mouth he would sneer. Thin lips would curl over the shark-like teeth, the moonlight drawing a contrasting mix of light and shadow over the armored monster.
He would once again charge forward toward one of the other Wizards, extending his claws out. In a swift, decisive movement he would tear into the Wizard just as his armor began to melt away. It would return to the darkness from whence it seemingly came, the pressure surrounding his body was now non-existent. He dropped to all fours and turned toward the last Wizard, but it was preparing to Teleport from the range of battle. Kicking off the ground the beast allowed the energy collecting in his belly to flow outward before he covered his body in darkness, charging the Wizard with a Void Tackle, but nope!
The last Wizard teleported away from the danger, leaving the ghastly guardian to tumble to a stop.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profile
TAGS: @demona~! | NOTES:*Used Dragon Bloodline Bite, Attacked, Void Tackle. The absence of a plan leads to making it up!
She grumbled and growled, while her muscles twitched; she would've been thrashing, kicking, and tearing, but her will could only muster her limbs to twitch and flex. As the dome squashed and the weight rose off, she had to crawl to her knees. Her wings immediately opened for a stretch and shake the numbness. Soon she felt a sudden rush with a high. She could hardly contain herself to NOT move; she needed to attack something, ANYTHING.
Her head turned like an alert cat tracking her prey, but she couldn't find those blasted wizards; her focus landed on Titan with a growl in her chest before glaring at the tree. With a harsh snap, her wings clipped into place before she ran; darkness trailed off of her in smokey wisps. As she drew closer, the tree jumped into the air.
That hunk of log can jump.
Disbelief only irritated her more; she would be dammed if she was bested by a damn tree. What she did next felt so fast even to her. Her mind drifted from awareness, while she merely acted. She jumped at it in a twist to slam her tail against. Her wings opened before she could hit the ground making her glide as the The Lord of the Woods landed on its roots; the earth rippled beneath it in a quake. Fruits bobbled from the landing and broke free. Fruit fell on her head, her shoulders, and to the floor. Poison spread across the floor, while it burned at her skin. With her tough hide and the dark high she was on, it was brushed aside like a pebble even if the effects accumulated as she lashed out at it.
Her claws ripped at the charred bark. There wasn't any tact at her onslaught; she just took what she could, raked her claws wherever, and marred the beast with her names in predatorial slashes.
Lord of the Woods
Going cray cray with darkness Gargoyle Slams the Tree
Body Slams into the ground releasing a shockwave.
Poison apples drops on the floor making puddles and hitting Demona.
contact drains at stamina until a quarter remains.
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