Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 22:09:24 GMT -5
Tags: @selena
(Okay, fixed the post's ending to make it a bit more welcoming and lend itself to a spar a bit better. Figure Selena, being a keybearer, shows up, kills Heartless and makes Albion look like a fool, and then we delve into a spar from there. He'll get naturally defensive if she just pops in brandishing weapon without care, so we could even turn it into a real fight on terms of a misunderstanding. Either way, hopefully this works better.)
Albion Achelus
(Okay, fixed the post's ending to make it a bit more welcoming and lend itself to a spar a bit better. Figure Selena, being a keybearer, shows up, kills Heartless and makes Albion look like a fool, and then we delve into a spar from there. He'll get naturally defensive if she just pops in brandishing weapon without care, so we could even turn it into a real fight on terms of a misunderstanding. Either way, hopefully this works better.)
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Albion Achelus
From within the Rift, Albion descended. His wolf form graced this unusual landscape elegantly, his black and red fur cleaned and pampered as if fresh from a salon, despite the fact that he rarely ever even bathed. He supposed that might have, in part, been due to the transformation? His caretaker never seemed to bathe either, and yet she always smelled of sunflowers and vanilla.
After a few moments, another followed Albion through the Interdimensional Rift---The caretaker he had just been thinking about. The slender woman, her appearance young enough to trick most into believing her a woman of 18 years, stepped forth and glanced about their new surroundings with her wizened green eyes kept safely behind her glasses. "What an unusual place," Arcthuria remarked in a bit of astonishment. The area they stood upon was a ghostly white substance very reminiscent of white ice, but her breath did not thicken to fog as it left her nose. "Indeed." Albion solemnly retorted. He glanced down at the icy substance himself, and rubbed his front paws on it lightly. It wasn't cold at all...
The both of them turned their attention outward, away from the platform and toward the wall of water that formed and remained consisting up-flowing, in the exact opposite direction water was physically inclined to move. Between them and a large castle with a seemingly large amount of construction equipment on it were several large platforms of the icy substance, each of them floating in the air as if suspended in time. "Oh," Arcthuria paused a moment, her right index finger moving upward to the outer rim of her glasses. She pushed the glasses up and hummed thoughtfully for a few moments. Albion's orange-brown eyes glanced toward the woman. "Hmm?" He inquired without words. Arcthuria studied a few of the rocks that seemed to be moving up and down oddly...
"It could very well have something to do with time." She mused, "This place could very well have a distorted field of time, like the one plaguing our home." Albion couldn't help giving his caretaker a curious look. He didn't fully grasp what she'd meant, but the gears in his mind attempted to turn in a way that allowed him to. Alas, to no avail. With a shrug, Albion turned away and leapt a good distance away with his excessively powerful canine legs. He landed on one of the floating platforms, prompting a gasp from Arcthuria. "You foolish pup!" She called, her normally sweet voice tinted with frustration. "Did you not hear what I just said?!" She glared at the red and black wolf. Her arms, covered in the sleeves of her white blouse, crossed themselves over her admittedly unimpressive bosom. Albion sighed so heavily his jowls waved ever so slightly. "I heard you. I just didn't care or understand what you said." Albion responded in a neutral tone, holding back the sarcasm hidden within his words adeptly. "If I was right, you could have gotten stuck in time if you touched it!" Arcthuria called, frustrated concern echoing in her voice.
Albion didn't pay any attention to her however. Instead he spun around, leaping to another platform, and then to another, and another, until he reached an oddly welcoming one. Sitting around the middle height of the unusual area, this platform opened up through an archway, and directly in the center was a strange star formation, ornately crafted into some kind of inverted fountain, and surrounded by four short pillars at the diagonal corners. The water from the upside down waterfalls on either side flowed into it, and somewhere inside the star, they exited to prevent overflowing. Albion approached it carefully, his four paws treading across the cobblestone in absolute silence. It was a rather interesting sight to be sure, and one quickly ruined. "What are you looking at, pup?!" Arcthuria demanded as she leapt in from behind Albion, tackling the dog to the ground and quickly pinning him beneath her. Albion yelped quietly, before speaking back irritably, "If you looked instead of attacking me, you'd damn well know!" With a quiet laugh at her pup's expense, Arcthuria rose and released him, standing up to rest upon the heels of her stylish boots. She looked toward the strange star shape and hummed quietly.
"This would make a nice spot," Arcthuria mused to herself, but unfortunately loud enough for Albion to hear. "For?" Albion inquired directly. Arcthuria was quick to wave it off with a laugh. "Hahah! Forget about it!" While Albion quirked a canine brow at the woman, she decided to waltz over to the archway and sat down against it with a loud thump. Producing a book from the bag hanging at her waist, she was quite quick to open it up to the bookmark placed within and get lost in it. Albion, on the other hand, had no books nor anything interesting to do here. So he quietly moved next to the black-haired woman. After circling the area next to her a few times, he flopped down with a loud thump of his own---A trait Arcthuria adored seeing in him. At least he learned something from his caretaker...
The two waited for a few hours, though it wasn't so much that both were waiting as it was Arcthuria reading and enjoying herself while Albion waited for something to happen. It seemed as if she knew something was going to happen, but what exactly it was; that was a mystery to the wolf. After long enough, a shiver ran up Albion's spine as he lay there. He wasn't cold---He couldn't even really get cold. It was an instinctual warning. He tensed and rose to all fours. He could feel something dark, possibly dangerous. Something within his animal instincts seemed to signal him to its presence.
A pair of beady yellow eyes poked up from the ground as a shadow appeared and formed around them. A Neoshadow, a type of Heartless... Albion knew enough to avoid them under normal circumstances, but with his caretaker so close by, his protective instinct took more precedence. Though something else itched at him too. The Heartless wasn't the only thing he could feel nearby. Something else gnawed at him, but he couldn't understand what it was. Someone or something had a hold on part of his animal heritage. That would have to wait, as Albion's form shifted. A white light enveloped his canine body, swirling around him intensely, before it turned into a fiery red. The silhouette of his form within it changed, shifting upright and growing dramatically. It didn't take long for the energy to disperse, revealing the monstrous werewolf form normally kept secret and buried away. Arcthuria however, paid absolutely no mind to what was happening. She simply continued to flip through the pages of her book heedless of the situation at hand.
His jowls shifted back in a heavy snarl, revealing his numerous large, sharp teeth. Standing at an astounding 10 feet in height, wielding enormous amounts of muscle, Albion was something to be feared, at least from an outward view. He was hardly experienced in combat in this form, so it was difficult to be as big of a threat as he looked. His eyes flared with a bright, fiery glow, with light that seemed to flow up like smoke toward the two horns decorating the top of his wolf-like skull. His claws were much longer and sharper than a normal wolf's claws, held steadfast at the ends of each of his long, brutal fingers. The steel collar and chain wrapped around his neck jingled as he crouched down, ears folding back defensively, snarling and growling, readying himself for combat. It was only a single Neoshadow, but one could never be too careful.
After a few moments, another followed Albion through the Interdimensional Rift---The caretaker he had just been thinking about. The slender woman, her appearance young enough to trick most into believing her a woman of 18 years, stepped forth and glanced about their new surroundings with her wizened green eyes kept safely behind her glasses. "What an unusual place," Arcthuria remarked in a bit of astonishment. The area they stood upon was a ghostly white substance very reminiscent of white ice, but her breath did not thicken to fog as it left her nose. "Indeed." Albion solemnly retorted. He glanced down at the icy substance himself, and rubbed his front paws on it lightly. It wasn't cold at all...
The both of them turned their attention outward, away from the platform and toward the wall of water that formed and remained consisting up-flowing, in the exact opposite direction water was physically inclined to move. Between them and a large castle with a seemingly large amount of construction equipment on it were several large platforms of the icy substance, each of them floating in the air as if suspended in time. "Oh," Arcthuria paused a moment, her right index finger moving upward to the outer rim of her glasses. She pushed the glasses up and hummed thoughtfully for a few moments. Albion's orange-brown eyes glanced toward the woman. "Hmm?" He inquired without words. Arcthuria studied a few of the rocks that seemed to be moving up and down oddly...
"It could very well have something to do with time." She mused, "This place could very well have a distorted field of time, like the one plaguing our home." Albion couldn't help giving his caretaker a curious look. He didn't fully grasp what she'd meant, but the gears in his mind attempted to turn in a way that allowed him to. Alas, to no avail. With a shrug, Albion turned away and leapt a good distance away with his excessively powerful canine legs. He landed on one of the floating platforms, prompting a gasp from Arcthuria. "You foolish pup!" She called, her normally sweet voice tinted with frustration. "Did you not hear what I just said?!" She glared at the red and black wolf. Her arms, covered in the sleeves of her white blouse, crossed themselves over her admittedly unimpressive bosom. Albion sighed so heavily his jowls waved ever so slightly. "I heard you. I just didn't care or understand what you said." Albion responded in a neutral tone, holding back the sarcasm hidden within his words adeptly. "If I was right, you could have gotten stuck in time if you touched it!" Arcthuria called, frustrated concern echoing in her voice.
Albion didn't pay any attention to her however. Instead he spun around, leaping to another platform, and then to another, and another, until he reached an oddly welcoming one. Sitting around the middle height of the unusual area, this platform opened up through an archway, and directly in the center was a strange star formation, ornately crafted into some kind of inverted fountain, and surrounded by four short pillars at the diagonal corners. The water from the upside down waterfalls on either side flowed into it, and somewhere inside the star, they exited to prevent overflowing. Albion approached it carefully, his four paws treading across the cobblestone in absolute silence. It was a rather interesting sight to be sure, and one quickly ruined. "What are you looking at, pup?!" Arcthuria demanded as she leapt in from behind Albion, tackling the dog to the ground and quickly pinning him beneath her. Albion yelped quietly, before speaking back irritably, "If you looked instead of attacking me, you'd damn well know!" With a quiet laugh at her pup's expense, Arcthuria rose and released him, standing up to rest upon the heels of her stylish boots. She looked toward the strange star shape and hummed quietly.
"This would make a nice spot," Arcthuria mused to herself, but unfortunately loud enough for Albion to hear. "For?" Albion inquired directly. Arcthuria was quick to wave it off with a laugh. "Hahah! Forget about it!" While Albion quirked a canine brow at the woman, she decided to waltz over to the archway and sat down against it with a loud thump. Producing a book from the bag hanging at her waist, she was quite quick to open it up to the bookmark placed within and get lost in it. Albion, on the other hand, had no books nor anything interesting to do here. So he quietly moved next to the black-haired woman. After circling the area next to her a few times, he flopped down with a loud thump of his own---A trait Arcthuria adored seeing in him. At least he learned something from his caretaker...
The two waited for a few hours, though it wasn't so much that both were waiting as it was Arcthuria reading and enjoying herself while Albion waited for something to happen. It seemed as if she knew something was going to happen, but what exactly it was; that was a mystery to the wolf. After long enough, a shiver ran up Albion's spine as he lay there. He wasn't cold---He couldn't even really get cold. It was an instinctual warning. He tensed and rose to all fours. He could feel something dark, possibly dangerous. Something within his animal instincts seemed to signal him to its presence.
A pair of beady yellow eyes poked up from the ground as a shadow appeared and formed around them. A Neoshadow, a type of Heartless... Albion knew enough to avoid them under normal circumstances, but with his caretaker so close by, his protective instinct took more precedence. Though something else itched at him too. The Heartless wasn't the only thing he could feel nearby. Something else gnawed at him, but he couldn't understand what it was. Someone or something had a hold on part of his animal heritage. That would have to wait, as Albion's form shifted. A white light enveloped his canine body, swirling around him intensely, before it turned into a fiery red. The silhouette of his form within it changed, shifting upright and growing dramatically. It didn't take long for the energy to disperse, revealing the monstrous werewolf form normally kept secret and buried away. Arcthuria however, paid absolutely no mind to what was happening. She simply continued to flip through the pages of her book heedless of the situation at hand.
His jowls shifted back in a heavy snarl, revealing his numerous large, sharp teeth. Standing at an astounding 10 feet in height, wielding enormous amounts of muscle, Albion was something to be feared, at least from an outward view. He was hardly experienced in combat in this form, so it was difficult to be as big of a threat as he looked. His eyes flared with a bright, fiery glow, with light that seemed to flow up like smoke toward the two horns decorating the top of his wolf-like skull. His claws were much longer and sharper than a normal wolf's claws, held steadfast at the ends of each of his long, brutal fingers. The steel collar and chain wrapped around his neck jingled as he crouched down, ears folding back defensively, snarling and growling, readying himself for combat. It was only a single Neoshadow, but one could never be too careful.
