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Post by Avian on Apr 11, 2013 10:43:33 GMT -5
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▲ Lothaire Long
Lothaire had been observing quietly. Brow raised as the cat transformed into something far larger and monsterous than before. 'Didn't see that coming..' he thought while watching the beast unfold what Lothaire presumed was his true self. Ocean Blues switched from him to the rest, one by one, till Lothaire rose up. Tired of the scenario maybe? The Silver-White turned, "Excuse me...", he mumbled to those closest to him and walked past them. He'd nearly left the throne area when he passed the little grey demonic ess(Cornelia). The wind shifted, and her scent filled his nostrils. A faint hint of hellion instantly brought back memories. He turned his head in her direction briefly before he continued to walk away. She did not remind him of any hellion he'd seen before. Perhaps she was a mixture of some sort? But Lothaire had other things on his mind, more important things than to ask a stranger about her species.
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Post by Jason on Apr 11, 2013 16:29:31 GMT -5
“It’s not fair to others if I get to do all the fighting, is it, Morphine? Besides, I would better form a two cat army with my brother.” The beast was entirely designed to horrify and inspire revulsion. That much swiftly became obvious when his metallic teeth latched onto one of his own fearsome claws and wrenched it from his paw. The claw, with quite a bit of flesh still attached was flung to the side. This process was repeated four more times until his right paw could only smack and crush. Jasper had not flinched or grimaced once during the process; instead, a cruel grin had appeared on his freakish countenance.         A foul substance oozed from the fresh wounds on his paw. It was black and much more viscous than blood, moving more like syrup. It dropped from his paw as he examined his handiwork. His foot returned to the ground and not so much as a wince occurred as the dirt came in contact with the raw flesh. An odor arose from the blood that was strong and vile. At first, it smelled simply like brimstone, alone a disgusting smell. Next came that of dank earth, from deep within a cave, where no light would ever touch. This was paired with the stench of rotting flesh, though a bit more pungent than the real thing. It might be what someone could imagine Hell smelled like. Jasper was aware he did not smell of roses or any sort of flower, but he felt no shame in his grotesque existence, rather, he reveled in it.         “I thought I should give myself a slight handicap, so make this match fairer, as there is no denying that my size gives me a clear advantage over you.” He looked to Funeral. No killing? He looked to the foliage behind him slyly, well aware of the creature who hid there. “I may need assistance in stopping…” he said a bit mysteriously. He swept his tail back and forth, an appendage that reached about twenty-five feet in total length. Currently his focus was split which he hoped would make the fight a bit more fair, though his ability to multitask was phenomenal, so it would likely do nothing for Morphine. He started to slowly pace, willing his self-inflicted wound not to heal. One of his left eye moved independent of the right, turning to look at his son with a soft smirk on his onyx lips.         The claws on his left paw unsheathed, each about six inches long, able to easily rend flesh. Each step he took left a two inch deep print in the ground, showing he weighed more than any creature here. His wings stretched and flapped a few times experimentally, not hard enough to lift him from the ground, but enough to flatten the grass. “Are you prepared?” he asked as all emotion started to seep from his face. His stance was not at all tense. He was relaxed as could be. It was best to be loose before a fight, but he had no need to stretch.
Corvette grimaced at he watched the monster remove his own claws and when the scent of the blood hit his nose, he gagged involuntarily. “What the hell?” He coughed a bit and stuffed his nose into the grass. “What gives something a right to smell like that?” He looked hard at the beast before him and dug his hand-like paws into the ground. “Glad I did not volunteer. Neither Morphine or Shard look like creatures I would ever want to take on. Look at the fangs on Morphine.” He shook his head. At least those two were fighting each other. He looked at the other four, wondering which of those fighting would have to fight the winner of the fight that he bet would command the most attention. Not only did Morphine and Shard look like monsters, but they were both much older than the others, and likely the most skilled. They had had more years to hone their talents.
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Post by TheWG on Apr 11, 2013 16:50:49 GMT -5
Circa Da'ei Xemvoi
Circa tried not to look at the large demon ripping his claws right out of his paws; the more she watched the more discouraging it got, Dante help poor Morphine. Him ripping his claws out didn't really seem to her an ailment, much more a show of how many fuck he did not give. Anywho, she stopped herself once more from thinking of it, and her baby blues locked on Balthier as he spoke; alerting to her that the clearing was in fact clear, and it was time to begin.
He made no moves, and she noted to herself that she was gifted the first move. Her tail lashed, she hated having the first anything. First impressions where detrimental, but also left her room for trickery if she chose it. She thought about it, for countless moments, before she casually padded forward. They weren't very close to each other so she had a ways to go- before she launched suddenly, like a spring into the air. She landed in front of him as if she where going to attack and claw his face, but before she even gave him time to react she flew to the left and bounced off the ground once more- aiming to slam straight into his side. Not a very powerful attack first off if even an attack at all, but it started things, did it not?
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Post by Dingo on Apr 11, 2013 19:28:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=width,475,true][bg=3D0002]» CASSIUS « Cassius remained close to his sibling as they cleared the crowd. His eyelids fell and he looked down at the ground as they approached their father. Whatever he had to say, it would probably mean something bad for Cass. He sat down, his head at a normal level but his eyes lowered and focused on the red paws of his father. What else was there besides practice and punishment? Oh. He felt his eye give a little twitch as Cocaine informed them of their.. family vacation. As he raised his eyes, horror crashed upon him like a falling tree. He couldn't tell if it was because of their most recent familial news, or if it was because of Jasper's display of self mutilation. He winced, wishing desperately for sudden unconsciousness. He looked as if he was about to pass out, but shook his head and hung on to listen to his instructions. He groaned inwardly. "Yes, Sir... of course." He lowered his head once again and turned it away slightly, avoiding any eye contact. "Vacation.. from ah.. what, exactly..?" He muttered to nobody in particular. Dare I ask? That meant he would probably have to be in close quarters with his family for.. who even knew how long. All of them.
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Post by Canicas on Apr 11, 2013 21:59:08 GMT -5
Stella nodded at Cocaine as she moved in to meet with him. She looked over her children's faces, catching each of their reactions. It was obvious some of them didn't want to be together, but that was too damn bad. She nodded at her sons, who seemed to be the only ones there. Interesting that none of them signed up for the temporary Captain position. She didn't believe they could handle it yet either way.
Her silence was still, head turning to Cocaine when he asked her to stay with him. She wouldn't go against that, she rather enjoyed when he requested her company. "and what might you be wanting with me?"
MORPHINE
Morphine didn't believe that he wanted to meet the brother, it didn't seem like they'd exactly take it easy on him. As a matter of fact, he got an image in his head of both of them sitting on him. What a hell that was. Even if it was just his imagination. "Well, since you were so kind to do that, thank you." he chortled pleasantly. It wasn't until the smell hit his nostrils did he lift a paw to his nose. "Ohh mannn!" another chuckle, "You should really get that checked out! Doesn't seem healthy, perhaps even infected." although Morphine wasn't surprised that he smelled like that, it matched the image on the outside.
The onyx male nodded at his sparring partner, "Well, good luck!" he told him, nodding his head to agree. Morphine took a good look at Shard, wondering what his move would be.This male was not foolish, making the first move would only be a mistake. He had no idea what he was up against, at least not a full idea. He decided to wait it out, perhaps he could figure out a strategy to at least not get too severely hurt. "After you~"
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Post by drifter on Apr 12, 2013 9:24:03 GMT -5
Zalui -Watching the festivities, mainly Circa-
Iarri Kannon -Seated between Kodiacs paws, and if not there then with Corona-
Corona Sulliveri -Laying infront of her parents.-
Osic&&Project
Obediently the male stood, sweeping his tail behind him. Attentions stayed glued on this Caylis. He had seen her around but had never before interacted with her. Didn't she have cubs? Why was she wanting to be captain if she would be too busy with young? Osic shook his head mentally. No time for the usual wonderings of his mind. Nose wrinkled to a rather distasteful stench. Trying to ignore that as well, ears semi flattened and wings spread briefly. The new pain that rested in his right joint to that wing began to ache with the strain of his feathered appendages opening. But the feeling did not register across his face. The pinching and grinding would have to wait until later. As of right now his wings were the only major advantage over Caylis. "Ladies first." Strangely enough there was no grin or smirk to accompany his statement. Osic meant business. Perhaps if his mother was watching she would see he was not acting like a child anymore. Then she'd be more inclined for his company over that strange red male. But then again he doubted it. Najisi was just never around anymore.
When presenting himself before both parents Project made it a habit to appear at his best. Back straight, head high and making locked eye contact on who spoke. It was often hard to not look away submissively from the father but Pro drained his mind and forced himself even more void of emotion. It usually worked, and in this case it did. An ear turned toward Cassius and his mutterings yet other than that the brother paid no mind. A nod was given even though his was inwardly displeased with the aspect of being solely with family for awhile.
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Post by Caylis on Apr 12, 2013 15:13:55 GMT -5
Caylis walked forward, in a heartbeat she attempted to land on his back and bite his wing joints. (Could claws be unsheathed in this battle?) Blue eyes locked on Osic to see what his next move was, she'd be prepared. Or.. at least that's what she thought. She attempted to kick her back legs to her opponent's face.
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Post by Noa on Apr 14, 2013 4:05:34 GMT -5
Ryssor
Nothing else to do but watch all the fighting go on down below. She was thankful that Nerante had chipped in with his own opinion, and as she got further and further away from all the bustle and higher up with her partner, it was obvious that she had made the right choice. What was the point anyway, she reasoned within herself. Perhaps something there, perhaps not. She seemed to be grappling with some inner thoughts, judging by the way she was acting curiously blank.
But as soon as they reached a suitable spot, all of that seemed to disappear from the lioness and she settled down. "This good enough?" She asked him and pale blue eyes moved down; still a good view of the fighting and nothing to bother them. Just sit back and watch the day go by.
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Post by Canicas on Apr 17, 2013 14:36:31 GMT -5
[2:28:37 PM] Amber [Dogtag] ♋: How would it make things run faster?
The one thread is fine tbh. Right now if you're in a fight, you can reply whenever your partner has replied for the sake of making things go faster. Silv and I are watching OOcly and when we feel everyone's gotten in enough posts and hits one of us'll leap in to stop it and the order picks back up
Sneaking into Cani's post to say yeah. To those of you who are IN a fight right now, you can skip posting order. But if you're not, please just wait.
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Post by Jason on Apr 17, 2013 14:40:35 GMT -5
“I’ve never smelled nice.” Jasper nodded at Morphine’s obvious disgust as he started to pace around him. “How polite you are, Morphine.” It was only right to be revolted. His wings fanned out above him and he stretched them once again before latching his back claws into the ground and rearing up on his hind legs and flapping his wings. There were trees he was taller than on his back legs and one could be sure there would be damage done not only to his opponent, but anything that ventured too close. He brought his wings down repeated, stirring up the air and sending gale force winds at Morphine.         As expected, he gave little warning before he leapt at Morphine. The beast ran at him, wings spread and low to the ground, working like a net to force his opponent to take to the air. Shortly after, Jasper was thirty feet from the ground with a young tree grasped in his jaws which he tossed at the challenger. Right now, this simply felt like playing, so he was very slowly getting into his “zone.”
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Post by Canicas on Apr 17, 2013 14:56:06 GMT -5
Morphine leaned down, but it was against his will. The winds were shoving him but even so, keeping low was better for him to avoid getting whacked by a wing. He pulled his own close to him, watching as Shard flew at him, before doing a barrel roll to the side, stopping short beside a tree that could have gave him a concussion given how close it was to his head. "Well, this isn't fair. I can't pick up a tree." he said to himself, before leaping upon it and staring up at the gruesome beast. Flying was a strong suit of Morphine's considering he was born with wings, and well, never really missed a chance to use them.
His legs shot out and extended him from the bark to the sky, hoping that this bastard wouldn't swing a paw and break one of his beloveds. Morphine took a good hard look at Jasper, there was no way he was going to be able to take him down. Alone at least. Luckily, this was just a sparring match and it would not result in his death. ( At least, he hoped it wouldn't. ) Damn you Funeral. This was no time for cursing others though, and he put himself into gear. He'd have to do a lot of dodging to avoid getting severely harmed.
Honestly, he didn't want to make a move and wanted to let Jasper continue coming at him, yes. That sounded like a wonderful idea. Considering if he got close, he would probably just swat him away like a fly. No that was ridiculous, even if he was larger then himself, he was only half of his size and Morphine was sure he could put up a decent fight. Augh! The confusion! Yes, sitting back again he shook his head. He wasn't going to make a move just yet, he'd wait til he was close enough, but he damn sure wasn't stupid enough to go for it first.
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Post by drifter on Apr 17, 2013 15:08:08 GMT -5
Osic Donovan
Osic kept his gaze trained on the hallow. She certainly wasted little time. So front about her attack. Instinct drove him to draw his wings in close. They pressed tightly together, covering his back and most of his sides. In a way he hoped the thick layers of feather would help protect him from bites and scratches. The Donovan allowed Caylis onto his back, up there she would be unbalanced. Her legs moved to kick out toward his face. Bad move on her part. As the closest foot approached he latched onto the ankle. The other scapped his cheek, causing him to snarl in aggrivation to the string. The slight pain made him tighten his grasp, trying his hardest to keep hold as Caylis continued to kick.
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Post by Caylis on Apr 17, 2013 15:54:32 GMT -5
Caylis attempted to sink her teeth deeply into his flesh as she growled, attempting to slash his right wing, she knew Osic's weakness, she sensed it from the beginning of the battle. She wondered how Morphine, Circa, Balthier II, Shard were doing even though her gaze was locked on the young Donovan, awaiting his move.
Brynneth looked up to Shard and Morphine, it was no doubt that Catzilla was going to rip the Donovan to pieces. She looked over to Circa and Balthier II, she wondered, they were a good sparring pair, no doubt. In her opinion, Circa looked inexperienced for such a task, then again it was only until Cocaine and his family got back. She looked over to Caylis and Osic, the young Donovan, like Circa seemed young for this rank too.
Like her mother always said, only time would tell.
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Post by Jason on Apr 18, 2013 10:00:58 GMT -5
Jasper started climbing higher into the air, incredibly fast for one his size. He did not stop until he was well over Morphine. At that point, his wing pulled in and he went into a steep dive, planning on using speed to help him win this match. His dive was not directed at his opponent, however. Instead, he banked hard and came up behind the male; and if Morphine was not fast enough, Jasper would have slammed into him incredibly hard. Right now, Jasper figured all he had to do was prove that he did not win fights on size alone. Everyone needed to know he was more than just a moving mountain. Had Cocaine and Funeral been judging this on strength alone, there likely would not have been any fighting.         For the next few minutes, Jasper’s warm up routine would continue with magnificent displays of aerial acrobatics. “Morphine, I do not tire easily. So if you plan to win against me, you will need to be clever and try to hurt me at least once.” He did not want this turning into a game of cat and mouse, with him chasing Morphine. That would be incredibly dull.
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Post by Canicas on Apr 19, 2013 23:23:39 GMT -5
( Thanks for the chart, Alice. I thought he was bigger but I was wrong o3o It'll make this more interesting)
He was right, Morphine couldn't just keep dodging him and decided that he might as well make some moves. Morphine watched him dive, he dodged or at least thought he did before realizing Jasper hadn't even gone for him. Morphine took the first chance he got to turn around and the moment he did, Jasper collided with his stomach. It took the air out of Morphine, but in that gasp his claws reflex was to come out and grasp the male. Morphine was still out of air, but he opened his mouth taking in a huge wave of breathe before opening his jaws and smashing them onto Jasper's neck. Of course, this wasn't for damage and Morphine simply used that move to pull himself upwards, his wings flapping to pull him up before he then attempted quick flaps to snag onto one of his wings. He didn't plan on breaking it as he was sure that amount of damage would disqualify him from the captain position but he did want to slow down Jasper's movements.
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