Post by mahri on Feb 11, 2009 23:32:36 GMT -5
Nemisis hops onto the roof of the tavern with a brandy in hand. Kicking his legs idly as they hang, he hums in the full moon's light.
*The howl of wolves echos down the streets of Kelay. The sound hungry and searching making those inside perhaps glad they stayed inside*
Nemisis shouted, "*A small thud is heard on the roof of the tavern. Not soon after that, humming is heard*"
Damain hadn't gotten out of the town in time, the full moon had hit her hard and fast, not to mention the scent of her alpha. So no there was a silver wolf stepping down the street, her nose to ground as she marveled at the amount of prey in this place. Part of her knew, and at least wanted this to only be a game, that the people she was going to chase this eve she wouldn't kill, bite, or harm. But this was her first couple days of being a lycan, and this would be her first night of temptation.
Mahri's nose was to the ground. She smelled..prey, of the two legged variety and it had her excited. Walking in circles she could just smell the fading scent, though it hadn't gone anywhere. It lingered and frustrated the wolf to no end. Sitting on her haunches, she tips her head to the moon, howling her frustration to the sky.
Xion comes rushing in from the west sniffing the air as he does so. He bends down and sniffs the ground trying to find his Alpha circling the ground before catching on. He looks up to find her howling and stands up walking over to her growling. He bends down on the ground getting on all fours.
Nemisis sits there on the roof of the tavern drinking one of his favorite drinks, brandy with a splash of his own touch. Under the full night's sky his form could only be identified as a shadow with two bright red eyes. Despite the omnious look he gave off the feeling of a child with his feet kicking and all. The demi sits there humming and partly singing, "In the land of Twilight under the moon we sing for the idiots. Ring around the roses jump to the moon, we dance with the castanets....." He was about to begin the second verse when his ear twitched. Not even a second had passed before the man had heard a feral howl that caused him to look down at the ground. There the saurian spotted a group of wolves gathering and circling the entrance of the establishment. All Nemisis did was take another swig of his brandy surprise and grin, setting the bottle next him on the rooftop. He thought to himself as he watched the group, had they heard him singing or do they only smell him at the moment? Was he caught? If so, this could be fun.....The man's chaotic nature going all sorts of directions at the moment as he did nothing but watch.
Leoxander spreads the ooc love before he goes into his in-character post. So there's the street, of Kelay, to be exact. The doors to the tavern open like some mid-western scene, only it's not. It's... who knows what year in gods know what time frame, but it's the World called Hollow. In this world there exists a rogue, a criminal, who has in this certain moment found - or heard a calling. He looked half drunk with his grin as he turned to these streets (you all know the name, by now). Lycan eyes move in the direction of Mahri, but there is no soul, no existence, that will go unnoticed, within a fourty five (give or take) foot radius. A warm breath fogs the cold air during his slow exhale.
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Leoxander said to you, "Do you know..." Not really a question, but gruff spoken, "...you've got nothing on..."
Damain raises her voice to join in the howl, making a song of it, a song to be feared, a song of life and death, of survial, of the chase... of the hunt. As she lowers her head those odd molten metallic green eyes settle upon a form sitting on the roof. Normally she would think it odd, but tonight, in this form, surrounded by wolves, all she thought was prey. She spreads her front paws as her nead lowers. Her lips pull back and bare teeth as her ears swivel and lay flat against her skull, all this just before a low rumbling growl lifts from her throat.
Leoxander just let her know this, even if fur hid the unmentionables, as Caedan so delicately put them.
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Leoxander let go of a breath, rather than a howl. Almost a frustrated sigh.
Mahri growls turning her head towards Leo, her wolfish lip curling. The only thing really saving him is the familiarity of his scent. Of course, now when she had tipped her head back to howl at the moon, movement on the roof of the tavern had caught her attention and it was to there that the wolf padded. Her black nose twitches as finally she catches the scent that eluded her. Looking around, the wolf notes a pile of crates staked like stairs at the side of the building. To these she'd walk towards. Her prey wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and Damain was there to make sure he didn't. Using the crates, she bounds upwards, gaining the roof easily. Nails click against the shingles as she slowly makes her way toward Nemisis, hackles raised and teeth bared.
Leoxander looked toward Mahri expectantly, as he is cursed to this two-walker form, and easily able to disrupt whatever distracts his alpha.
Mahri took a moment to look down, wondering somewhere in the back of her mind why Leo wasn't furry too. The pack of wolves that had followed her ringed the building, including the unnatural wolves in their hunting party.
Damain started pacing back and forth, her molten green eyes upon the prey, growling as she waited for him to make a move, almost daring him to come her way.
Leoxander met Mahri's eyes and he knew her thoughts, then, even passed her furry face and feral eyes. He dug into the hidden vambrace in his sleeve, and found the vial of dark, greasy liquid still sealed in it's fragile keep. Just a peek of it, before he sought her decision, through the expression of her eyes. Her advantage, or his?
Xion looks at the others and yawns along with a growl waiting for anything to happen.
Mahri blinks, looking from the vial to Leo expectantly, that is until her wolfish nature takes over and she resumes the stalking of Nemisis.
Leoxander drank the vial then like a shot. Before he could drop and shatter it, he would cork it and save the container for a poison of his own. Then he waited.... (post coming up)
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Nemisis chuckles to himself as he watched and heard. It seems he will have his way, time for some fun! But first things first! Brandy. It must be finished. Gripping the bottle once more he drank the rest of the concoction and drops it to the floor and watches it smash to piece, alerting any other wolf that wasn't paying attention. Grunting somewhat he get up, his form still basked in the shadows, that is until he turned around and revealed that excited look of his. Staring at Mahri with those blood hued eyes, he unwrapped his tail from around his waist and allowed it to lash about idly in the air. Opening up those deadly poisonous tail blades of his, Mahri's own scent gave her identity away. Cracking his knuckles and his neck he said to the woman, "One, I doubt you care about who I am, you're just hungry. Two, my skin may look human, but it's as tough of scales so biting me......not a good idea. And last but surely not least-" He opens his arms almost welcoming before taking a stance, "I don't wanna hear your mouth later about this ass whooping you're about to get if you touch me. You brought it on yourself........" With that Nemisis said nothing more but began to lightly hop, taunting Mahri to 'bring it' if she so dared.
Leoxander took a breath that expanded his chest, oblivious to the crowd gathered. Pain registered on his feathers and initially, he shouted a profound "NO...!" in protest to the change. But it lurched him against the road, and by the time his hands gripped the road they were claws - no, paws, scratching white lines into the cobblestone like chalk on a chalkboard. One rough and thorough toss of his head became a wolf-mawed snout, whiskered and armed with lynx tipped ears that pressed to his skull in arguement. Clothing ripped, pieces of it left in the streets of Kelay, and his cursing melded into incoherent growls.
Leoxander snapped his addled, insane vision like an aim upon Nemisis, torn in mid-transformation, between beast and man. Thus he would roar.
Damain cants her head and watches, not likeing the spiked tail, but that meant little, there was a pack here, he was only one, if mahri got him off the roof, they would do the rest, one drawing the attention while the others moved into attack. Wolves were patient creatures, used to running them down and bleeding them out.
Leoxander still had the use of arms and legs, though they all pertained to claws, and gripped the siding as he used the building for leverage, and hoisted his furry body toward Nemisis. It wasn't difficult to feel the aggression radiating from the assassin. He was a threat - at least in Mahri's eyes, and that was enough to confirm him a target. As he is only half wolf, and half pirate, he is note patient in the least. Leo is the aggressor, here.
Xion claps his paws at the tail and snapping his teeth wanting to crunch on something so badly. He digs his claws into the ground growling and stands up hoping stomping his foot and barking waiting to attack.
Nemisis chuckles lightly as Mahri continues to approach. Once again his ears twitch and one of his darted towards the changing Leoxander roaring at him. He knew lycans all too well; for Sven's sake his brother was one (long story)! As Mahri inched closer he sigh and said, "Well lets get this started shall we?" With that he did a backflips, whipping that dealy tail towards the Alpha before vanishing silently. As he reappeared, he was on the ground next to Damain. Only a sound step was heard his tall form loomed down like death himself. Not giving his other foot to touch the ground, he spun into a vertical deathroll, leg extended. His speed even defying the air's friction as the force was heard. His boot, intending to land on the side of Damain's jaw and send her flying.
*loud thuds and scratches can be heard on the roof and on the side of the tavern*
Damain was not a slow wolf, though in truth, she'd be a lot more suited to fighting him in her own form. but she ducks as the boot comes towards her and twists, her jaws coming up at just the right moment. The booted foot was fast, so she might miss, but if she didn't her teeth would clamp down on the bottom of his heel and she'd bite down, using a jaw with enough power it could snap bone, or at least peirce a scaled foot.
Leoxander dropped from the building's side into a crouch, where he waited, the most patient and impatient wolf of them all. Not willing to damage a fellow lycan's throat in his bite, the pack would gather upon their prey, and afterward, this rogue, who looked half stray, perhaps jackal in the mix, would take that creature down. It was his secret honor, after all. Or at least that was the thought in his wolfish, now-of-the-moment mindset.
Mahri saw the swing of tail, the low sweep of the spikes and she danced backwards to avoid the barbed ends. Lucky for her only a bit of black fur was sliced off. The tufts fluttered a moment before settling onto the roof. Momentarily confused, she looked around for her prey, only to find he was on the ground. Dashing to the edge of the roof, she wouldn't even use the crates this time. It was simply easier to bunch her legs beneath her and leap, straight at Nemisis as he was swinging his leg at Damain's head. If the other wolf got her bite in and he didn't poof again, Mahri just might land about shoulder height against him, her weight pushing her prey to the ground with wicked teeth snapping in his face, actually trying to sink into his throat.
Nemisis growls as his foot misses its target. His nerves were really waiting for a good crunch to be heard along with a connect. Luckily for him, the speed he was going at allowed him to nimbly missed Damain's clamping jaw. Still, he was in mid revolution and he took full advantage of that. Scanning about the area he saw Leoxander who was once on the roof, now at the floor again but not attack. The draconian could only think for a second on why not when he sees Mahri's jaws hurling towards him. As he completes that full circle, the saurian begins his counterattack. First he had an issue with Damain being so close to him, it was too risky. As a solution he balled his fist sent it straight for the lycan's side in hope of making some distance between them somewhat. Next was Mahri in mid air. With another whip of his tail he not only slapped a unexperienced wolf on the side, but intended on doing the same with the Alpha. Not liking Leoxander's position at all, he released a vicious roar towards the man as challenge among beastmen.
Leoxander stood at that challenge, a crack in his neck snapping the vertebrae of his spine into place. Half beast, half... confused creation, this lynx eared beast was ready for battle, and he signified thus in a returning roar. Void of armor, of weight, of restraint, he was free to disrupt, to cause chaos, and a push of hind legs sent the lycan leaping through the air for his target, making no secret of this. Nemisis would have eight, perhaps ten talon claws ready to shred their prey to bits to deal with on the approach, and from there it was only a tumble-and-roll to see who would come out the victor.
Damain growls as she misses her target but she doesn't back off, in fact she was preparing to lunge when he readied his fist. At the same moment he swept his fist forward she leapt, mouth wide. His fist went right down her maw and she clamped down hard, surely this should leave his skin fairly lacerated if not crushing his hand altogether. But this was not good for the wolf. In essence his swing swept her body along and she was not able to hold on and was thrown, though it probably also set the dragonian off balance. The silver wolf slammed into the side of the building, causing a whimper as she slumped to the ground, out of the fight, at least for a little bit.
Mahri saw the swing of the tail and abandoned her goal for a throat. Mid-air she turned her head, snapping her jaws at the tail coming her way. Unless the draconian was extremely fast at reversing the direction of his extra appendage, Mahri's teeth will find a perch among the scaled skin. Growling viciously, she'd try to literally rip it off as she lands, shaking her head harshly from side to side. Gaining her feet quickly and ignoring the pain from the hard landing, Mahri'd tug and jerk the tail, trying at the very least to distract the draconian from Leo's leap.
Nemisis lets out another growl as his fist gets caught Damain's mouth. He feels those sharp fangs peel through his tough skin and draws forth blood. To top it off it threw him off balance as the lycan went flying into a wall. As he stumbles backwards the rest of the rabid wolves begin to follow the Alpha an lunge forth. The demi recieves another bite to the shoulder from behind. This luckily knocked him back into balance, but also into Leoxander's attack. The draconian would recieve one slash to the chest before he could do anything about it. As the next arm swung in to finish the combo, he caught it. Leoxander was pretty strong but with the help of his draconian heritage, he was able to overpower the swing and toss the lycan with a spin, buying him some time to recooperate. Lastly he dealt with wolf on his shoulder. A loud snap is heard and the demi's dragon like claws a revealed. They dig deep into the growling's wolf's flesh bringing forth a loud whimper. With another swing of his arm he tosses the poor wolf colliding into the rest of the pack. You can see the man's forth shift in size as he breathes deeply and blood trickles from his wound. Even though the saurian loved battle, he was infuriated with that amount of wounds he had. His rage began to take hold as the air became heavy and hot. Nemisis' body temperature began to sky rocket and he began to let his power unfold. With a loud battle cry the ground beneath him bends in submission and a shockwave is let off. At this point the bleeding stopped and his skin was covered with an invisible searing hot aura. As his veins began to show through his musclar anatomy, his eyes stood watching all, ears perked alert to all, and senses ready for battle and anything else that came his way. The true battle had just begun.
Leoxander was mixed somewhere between beast and athlete, repelling off that wall as though it were a diving board, with the way his lycan body could move and react to running four legged, back toward the draconian, avoiding the shockwave with a roguish, agile leap to one side. True, he tumbled, but fairly graceful at it, he used the first surface he hit for momentum in a rush. Aimed at Nemisis right side, forming one angle of a triangle attack. It was entirely up to the rest of that pack to circle around their victim, as wolves do. Even a draconian could hardly stand up to a collective gathering of werewolves in full force... proof would come where he should hardly expect it. The bleeding would not stop for long, if Nemisis continued to risk his life outnumbered.
Damain stood shakily upon her four legs only to be sent back to the ground as the shockwave hit. She let out a feirce growl and stood upon her legs, this time firmer than the last. She swung her eyes to take in the situation. The wolves were disorientated, she let out a few growls, tossing her head this and that way, getting them to spread out, getting them ready to move in to attack, one by one. Damain started circling, knowing the beings focus would be on Leoxander, that odd creature, and mahri. She carefully kept herself to his back, waiting to attack, waiting for the others to make a move. all the while she stood in Nemisis's blindspot. She'd not feel the heat he produced, nor would she when she got close. Even in this form her body protected itself against such things, for she was very good with fire magics.
The smell of singed fur isn't a pleasant one, neither was the heat burning Mahri's mouth and she released her hold on the tail. Taking the briefest of moments in written history to recover, the smoking wolf charged in from Nemisis' left, her eyes narrowed against the radiating heat. Another leap avoids the shockwave coming towards her through the ground, her target the area between ribs and hip, that area of flesh that would be easy to rip out while he was dealing with a frontal and rear attack.
Leoxander has a similar warm aura about him, perhaps in no comparison but it does provide some tolerance to this heat that Nemisis offers. Beside, the rage of a werewolf knows little resistance, and no pain, and in that wrath he will rip apart Nemisis' like a tattered envelope, a letter he will never wish to read. So vengeful is his anger that he might even injure his own in that tearing of claws, forceful enough to rip scales and plate mail alike. There was no challenging roar - as the challenge had long since been presented. Now there was only victory / death to seek, and in his transformation he hardly understood the difference between the two words. Burns are hardly the price to pay in his twisted, criminal mind. He will tolerate this sufferance for the sake of his pack's success.
Xion wipes his eyes from a long daze of waiting before he cracks his knuckles. He watches as his alpha was on the Nemisis's tail and the aura he was giving off, rushing into toward Nemisis the hybrid pulls both his claws back and would thrust them forward at Nemisis's throat if one failed he would keep attacking ignoring the heat around him even if he got burned dosen't matter to him. He was just hungry and ready to eat anything. (Will make a longer post)
Damain bares her teeth and charges in, seeing the other two wolves doing the same while members of the pack feignted, each running close and stopping, making a cover for the three that were attacking. damain leaps, not aiming for the neck, no, she was going to bring him down another way. Her head turned and her jaw opened, her aim for the back of his calf. If she hit she would bite down upon his muscel, sinking her teeth and then shake her head, tearing out the achelies tendone, which would leave him flopping on the ground. The heat would mean little to her, as was stated before, fire was something that came to her so naturally that her body coursed magic through itself to keep her nice and comfy, even in the hottest of circumstances.
Nemisis knew he was in trouble. This pack he had to give credit to. They feared nothing and instead, kept oragnized. The draconian was being flanked, surrounded by all sides and there was only one direction left to go, up. As so he proceeded to bring forth his tricks of the assassin. His hands began to move extremely fast, connecting various hand signals. Also his majestic wings were revealed as they shot out his back and began to flap. It was getting harder to hold back his bleeding and was beginning to show as his hands got bloodly. With the final hand seal made, he created a doppleganger directly beneath him. This was no regular doppleganger however. The blood hand seals allowed the assassin to form a solid one. There it was, upside down and knees bent back. With one kick forward, it connected with it's master's and helped sent him into the air faster, leaving itself as a substitute for wolves to much on. Little did they know this dark spell was a trap. The dopple did not have blood, but a rather dark sticky substance that snared all who touched it. Finally Nemisis opened up both his hands and produced two orbs of flames, aimed at the floor. Shooting them down towards the ground to deal with all around. Even if he did not get away, he knew he could handle the impact of his own attack.
Leoxander only got a claw or four into the meaty calf of the draconian's leg before the heat burned his paw terribly, and he also felt his fellow pack closing in and sought to retreat for their sake. He hit the ground and circled in an anxious, bloodthirsty pace, looking up, his fanged maw open and fur tipped ears pinned to his skull. The howl Leo let go of this time meant for war, if Nemisis should challenge them again.
Mahri's canines just skimmed their intended meal, finding themselves quite empty as Nemisis took to the air. Ignoring the double, it's scent not quite right, she followed the path of retreat that the draconian was taking. Trotting upon landing, Mahri takes position next to Leo, growling her own challenge to Nemisis. Not quite as vocal as the male beside her.
Damain was satisfied as she felt her teeth sink into flesh, she felt the heat, but it didn't hurt her, just like chomping down on a freshly cooked peice of meat. Her plan though went to hell after that cause the draconian took to the air... taking her with him. Now here she was, dangling from some guy's leg as he flitted through the air, throwing down fireballs. In actuallity the sight was rather comical, and if there was a thought bubble above damain's head that read, "My bone," it would be utterly perfect for the comic strip. But the truth was, it was a serious situation, Damain had a choice, she could hold on and hope her weight to drag him to the ground, or she could let go and fall, at this point that depended more upon Nemisis than it did her.
Mahri rises to her feet, casting one last withering glance at the draconian before giving a sharp bark and trotting off. Clearly, she expected to be followed, and Damain had better let go of her bone lest she get too high.
Leoxander was out of sight, out of mind.
Damain gave a sharp whine then opened her jaws, at least she'd leave him with a nasty scar most likely. She fell the the ground, landing with a yelp before she climbed to her feet and trotted after Mahri.
Nemisis flinched here and there as he took yet more injuries to his already bloody body. However his body still took flight with only support of his wings. Those precious limbs of his, he definitely knew it was a good idea to always keep his wings hidden. Just before he was clear he felt a munch on his leg. The demi roared an curses, "Sven damn it! What the hell now!?" There his chaotic eyes stood staring into Damain's own. The female must been a mage of some sorts in a human form he thought. None the less she was brave but foolish to not let go and instead come with him. As his wings took him higher and higher the draconian only stared into Mahri's eyes as if to say, "Remember what I said." This chaotic assassin was in turmoil with his nature. Nemisis wanted to fight more but he knew he couldn't take much more in such a high disadvantage. He held no mercy in battle yet he wanted to award this one lycan for her bravery in not giving up. With a sadistic look, it was evident he came up with a solution. The battle had to be ended but not without damage to both sides. Just then Damain, let go and landed on the floor, by then she had decided too late and Nemisis had came up with his own. Taking a deep breath his tail blades lost all their color and his chest bulged up. With one great exhale, he sent a cloud of black gas to loom over the escaping wolf. Taking one last glance, the demi flapped his wings and flew away. The pushed wind however propelled the poisonous gas and only help it travel faster as they began to creep up the brave lycan's form. There was still chance to get away, will she? Nemisis cared not to find out.
Damain trots on thinking her nose high in the air thinking she was safe that the prey was going to simply fly off now. Normally she was a lot more careful, but she wasn't exactly in her right mind either. Thusly she was enveloped in a cloud of poisionous gas. The moment it hit her she took off, but it was too late, the poison had already been absorbed into her, its effects soon to take place. She caught up with Mahri, things already starting to seem to slow to her, her naturally high metabolismn speeding the proscess along a bit.
*The howl of wolves echos down the streets of Kelay. The sound hungry and searching making those inside perhaps glad they stayed inside*
Nemisis shouted, "*A small thud is heard on the roof of the tavern. Not soon after that, humming is heard*"
Damain hadn't gotten out of the town in time, the full moon had hit her hard and fast, not to mention the scent of her alpha. So no there was a silver wolf stepping down the street, her nose to ground as she marveled at the amount of prey in this place. Part of her knew, and at least wanted this to only be a game, that the people she was going to chase this eve she wouldn't kill, bite, or harm. But this was her first couple days of being a lycan, and this would be her first night of temptation.
Mahri's nose was to the ground. She smelled..prey, of the two legged variety and it had her excited. Walking in circles she could just smell the fading scent, though it hadn't gone anywhere. It lingered and frustrated the wolf to no end. Sitting on her haunches, she tips her head to the moon, howling her frustration to the sky.
Xion comes rushing in from the west sniffing the air as he does so. He bends down and sniffs the ground trying to find his Alpha circling the ground before catching on. He looks up to find her howling and stands up walking over to her growling. He bends down on the ground getting on all fours.
Nemisis sits there on the roof of the tavern drinking one of his favorite drinks, brandy with a splash of his own touch. Under the full night's sky his form could only be identified as a shadow with two bright red eyes. Despite the omnious look he gave off the feeling of a child with his feet kicking and all. The demi sits there humming and partly singing, "In the land of Twilight under the moon we sing for the idiots. Ring around the roses jump to the moon, we dance with the castanets....." He was about to begin the second verse when his ear twitched. Not even a second had passed before the man had heard a feral howl that caused him to look down at the ground. There the saurian spotted a group of wolves gathering and circling the entrance of the establishment. All Nemisis did was take another swig of his brandy surprise and grin, setting the bottle next him on the rooftop. He thought to himself as he watched the group, had they heard him singing or do they only smell him at the moment? Was he caught? If so, this could be fun.....The man's chaotic nature going all sorts of directions at the moment as he did nothing but watch.
Leoxander spreads the ooc love before he goes into his in-character post. So there's the street, of Kelay, to be exact. The doors to the tavern open like some mid-western scene, only it's not. It's... who knows what year in gods know what time frame, but it's the World called Hollow. In this world there exists a rogue, a criminal, who has in this certain moment found - or heard a calling. He looked half drunk with his grin as he turned to these streets (you all know the name, by now). Lycan eyes move in the direction of Mahri, but there is no soul, no existence, that will go unnoticed, within a fourty five (give or take) foot radius. A warm breath fogs the cold air during his slow exhale.
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Leoxander said to you, "Do you know..." Not really a question, but gruff spoken, "...you've got nothing on..."
Damain raises her voice to join in the howl, making a song of it, a song to be feared, a song of life and death, of survial, of the chase... of the hunt. As she lowers her head those odd molten metallic green eyes settle upon a form sitting on the roof. Normally she would think it odd, but tonight, in this form, surrounded by wolves, all she thought was prey. She spreads her front paws as her nead lowers. Her lips pull back and bare teeth as her ears swivel and lay flat against her skull, all this just before a low rumbling growl lifts from her throat.
Leoxander just let her know this, even if fur hid the unmentionables, as Caedan so delicately put them.
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Leoxander let go of a breath, rather than a howl. Almost a frustrated sigh.
Mahri growls turning her head towards Leo, her wolfish lip curling. The only thing really saving him is the familiarity of his scent. Of course, now when she had tipped her head back to howl at the moon, movement on the roof of the tavern had caught her attention and it was to there that the wolf padded. Her black nose twitches as finally she catches the scent that eluded her. Looking around, the wolf notes a pile of crates staked like stairs at the side of the building. To these she'd walk towards. Her prey wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and Damain was there to make sure he didn't. Using the crates, she bounds upwards, gaining the roof easily. Nails click against the shingles as she slowly makes her way toward Nemisis, hackles raised and teeth bared.
Leoxander looked toward Mahri expectantly, as he is cursed to this two-walker form, and easily able to disrupt whatever distracts his alpha.
Mahri took a moment to look down, wondering somewhere in the back of her mind why Leo wasn't furry too. The pack of wolves that had followed her ringed the building, including the unnatural wolves in their hunting party.
Damain started pacing back and forth, her molten green eyes upon the prey, growling as she waited for him to make a move, almost daring him to come her way.
Leoxander met Mahri's eyes and he knew her thoughts, then, even passed her furry face and feral eyes. He dug into the hidden vambrace in his sleeve, and found the vial of dark, greasy liquid still sealed in it's fragile keep. Just a peek of it, before he sought her decision, through the expression of her eyes. Her advantage, or his?
Xion looks at the others and yawns along with a growl waiting for anything to happen.
Mahri blinks, looking from the vial to Leo expectantly, that is until her wolfish nature takes over and she resumes the stalking of Nemisis.
Leoxander drank the vial then like a shot. Before he could drop and shatter it, he would cork it and save the container for a poison of his own. Then he waited.... (post coming up)
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Nemisis chuckles to himself as he watched and heard. It seems he will have his way, time for some fun! But first things first! Brandy. It must be finished. Gripping the bottle once more he drank the rest of the concoction and drops it to the floor and watches it smash to piece, alerting any other wolf that wasn't paying attention. Grunting somewhat he get up, his form still basked in the shadows, that is until he turned around and revealed that excited look of his. Staring at Mahri with those blood hued eyes, he unwrapped his tail from around his waist and allowed it to lash about idly in the air. Opening up those deadly poisonous tail blades of his, Mahri's own scent gave her identity away. Cracking his knuckles and his neck he said to the woman, "One, I doubt you care about who I am, you're just hungry. Two, my skin may look human, but it's as tough of scales so biting me......not a good idea. And last but surely not least-" He opens his arms almost welcoming before taking a stance, "I don't wanna hear your mouth later about this ass whooping you're about to get if you touch me. You brought it on yourself........" With that Nemisis said nothing more but began to lightly hop, taunting Mahri to 'bring it' if she so dared.
Leoxander took a breath that expanded his chest, oblivious to the crowd gathered. Pain registered on his feathers and initially, he shouted a profound "NO...!" in protest to the change. But it lurched him against the road, and by the time his hands gripped the road they were claws - no, paws, scratching white lines into the cobblestone like chalk on a chalkboard. One rough and thorough toss of his head became a wolf-mawed snout, whiskered and armed with lynx tipped ears that pressed to his skull in arguement. Clothing ripped, pieces of it left in the streets of Kelay, and his cursing melded into incoherent growls.
Leoxander snapped his addled, insane vision like an aim upon Nemisis, torn in mid-transformation, between beast and man. Thus he would roar.
Damain cants her head and watches, not likeing the spiked tail, but that meant little, there was a pack here, he was only one, if mahri got him off the roof, they would do the rest, one drawing the attention while the others moved into attack. Wolves were patient creatures, used to running them down and bleeding them out.
Leoxander still had the use of arms and legs, though they all pertained to claws, and gripped the siding as he used the building for leverage, and hoisted his furry body toward Nemisis. It wasn't difficult to feel the aggression radiating from the assassin. He was a threat - at least in Mahri's eyes, and that was enough to confirm him a target. As he is only half wolf, and half pirate, he is note patient in the least. Leo is the aggressor, here.
Xion claps his paws at the tail and snapping his teeth wanting to crunch on something so badly. He digs his claws into the ground growling and stands up hoping stomping his foot and barking waiting to attack.
Nemisis chuckles lightly as Mahri continues to approach. Once again his ears twitch and one of his darted towards the changing Leoxander roaring at him. He knew lycans all too well; for Sven's sake his brother was one (long story)! As Mahri inched closer he sigh and said, "Well lets get this started shall we?" With that he did a backflips, whipping that dealy tail towards the Alpha before vanishing silently. As he reappeared, he was on the ground next to Damain. Only a sound step was heard his tall form loomed down like death himself. Not giving his other foot to touch the ground, he spun into a vertical deathroll, leg extended. His speed even defying the air's friction as the force was heard. His boot, intending to land on the side of Damain's jaw and send her flying.
*loud thuds and scratches can be heard on the roof and on the side of the tavern*
Damain was not a slow wolf, though in truth, she'd be a lot more suited to fighting him in her own form. but she ducks as the boot comes towards her and twists, her jaws coming up at just the right moment. The booted foot was fast, so she might miss, but if she didn't her teeth would clamp down on the bottom of his heel and she'd bite down, using a jaw with enough power it could snap bone, or at least peirce a scaled foot.
Leoxander dropped from the building's side into a crouch, where he waited, the most patient and impatient wolf of them all. Not willing to damage a fellow lycan's throat in his bite, the pack would gather upon their prey, and afterward, this rogue, who looked half stray, perhaps jackal in the mix, would take that creature down. It was his secret honor, after all. Or at least that was the thought in his wolfish, now-of-the-moment mindset.
Mahri saw the swing of tail, the low sweep of the spikes and she danced backwards to avoid the barbed ends. Lucky for her only a bit of black fur was sliced off. The tufts fluttered a moment before settling onto the roof. Momentarily confused, she looked around for her prey, only to find he was on the ground. Dashing to the edge of the roof, she wouldn't even use the crates this time. It was simply easier to bunch her legs beneath her and leap, straight at Nemisis as he was swinging his leg at Damain's head. If the other wolf got her bite in and he didn't poof again, Mahri just might land about shoulder height against him, her weight pushing her prey to the ground with wicked teeth snapping in his face, actually trying to sink into his throat.
Nemisis growls as his foot misses its target. His nerves were really waiting for a good crunch to be heard along with a connect. Luckily for him, the speed he was going at allowed him to nimbly missed Damain's clamping jaw. Still, he was in mid revolution and he took full advantage of that. Scanning about the area he saw Leoxander who was once on the roof, now at the floor again but not attack. The draconian could only think for a second on why not when he sees Mahri's jaws hurling towards him. As he completes that full circle, the saurian begins his counterattack. First he had an issue with Damain being so close to him, it was too risky. As a solution he balled his fist sent it straight for the lycan's side in hope of making some distance between them somewhat. Next was Mahri in mid air. With another whip of his tail he not only slapped a unexperienced wolf on the side, but intended on doing the same with the Alpha. Not liking Leoxander's position at all, he released a vicious roar towards the man as challenge among beastmen.
Leoxander stood at that challenge, a crack in his neck snapping the vertebrae of his spine into place. Half beast, half... confused creation, this lynx eared beast was ready for battle, and he signified thus in a returning roar. Void of armor, of weight, of restraint, he was free to disrupt, to cause chaos, and a push of hind legs sent the lycan leaping through the air for his target, making no secret of this. Nemisis would have eight, perhaps ten talon claws ready to shred their prey to bits to deal with on the approach, and from there it was only a tumble-and-roll to see who would come out the victor.
Damain growls as she misses her target but she doesn't back off, in fact she was preparing to lunge when he readied his fist. At the same moment he swept his fist forward she leapt, mouth wide. His fist went right down her maw and she clamped down hard, surely this should leave his skin fairly lacerated if not crushing his hand altogether. But this was not good for the wolf. In essence his swing swept her body along and she was not able to hold on and was thrown, though it probably also set the dragonian off balance. The silver wolf slammed into the side of the building, causing a whimper as she slumped to the ground, out of the fight, at least for a little bit.
Mahri saw the swing of the tail and abandoned her goal for a throat. Mid-air she turned her head, snapping her jaws at the tail coming her way. Unless the draconian was extremely fast at reversing the direction of his extra appendage, Mahri's teeth will find a perch among the scaled skin. Growling viciously, she'd try to literally rip it off as she lands, shaking her head harshly from side to side. Gaining her feet quickly and ignoring the pain from the hard landing, Mahri'd tug and jerk the tail, trying at the very least to distract the draconian from Leo's leap.
Nemisis lets out another growl as his fist gets caught Damain's mouth. He feels those sharp fangs peel through his tough skin and draws forth blood. To top it off it threw him off balance as the lycan went flying into a wall. As he stumbles backwards the rest of the rabid wolves begin to follow the Alpha an lunge forth. The demi recieves another bite to the shoulder from behind. This luckily knocked him back into balance, but also into Leoxander's attack. The draconian would recieve one slash to the chest before he could do anything about it. As the next arm swung in to finish the combo, he caught it. Leoxander was pretty strong but with the help of his draconian heritage, he was able to overpower the swing and toss the lycan with a spin, buying him some time to recooperate. Lastly he dealt with wolf on his shoulder. A loud snap is heard and the demi's dragon like claws a revealed. They dig deep into the growling's wolf's flesh bringing forth a loud whimper. With another swing of his arm he tosses the poor wolf colliding into the rest of the pack. You can see the man's forth shift in size as he breathes deeply and blood trickles from his wound. Even though the saurian loved battle, he was infuriated with that amount of wounds he had. His rage began to take hold as the air became heavy and hot. Nemisis' body temperature began to sky rocket and he began to let his power unfold. With a loud battle cry the ground beneath him bends in submission and a shockwave is let off. At this point the bleeding stopped and his skin was covered with an invisible searing hot aura. As his veins began to show through his musclar anatomy, his eyes stood watching all, ears perked alert to all, and senses ready for battle and anything else that came his way. The true battle had just begun.
Leoxander was mixed somewhere between beast and athlete, repelling off that wall as though it were a diving board, with the way his lycan body could move and react to running four legged, back toward the draconian, avoiding the shockwave with a roguish, agile leap to one side. True, he tumbled, but fairly graceful at it, he used the first surface he hit for momentum in a rush. Aimed at Nemisis right side, forming one angle of a triangle attack. It was entirely up to the rest of that pack to circle around their victim, as wolves do. Even a draconian could hardly stand up to a collective gathering of werewolves in full force... proof would come where he should hardly expect it. The bleeding would not stop for long, if Nemisis continued to risk his life outnumbered.
Damain stood shakily upon her four legs only to be sent back to the ground as the shockwave hit. She let out a feirce growl and stood upon her legs, this time firmer than the last. She swung her eyes to take in the situation. The wolves were disorientated, she let out a few growls, tossing her head this and that way, getting them to spread out, getting them ready to move in to attack, one by one. Damain started circling, knowing the beings focus would be on Leoxander, that odd creature, and mahri. She carefully kept herself to his back, waiting to attack, waiting for the others to make a move. all the while she stood in Nemisis's blindspot. She'd not feel the heat he produced, nor would she when she got close. Even in this form her body protected itself against such things, for she was very good with fire magics.
The smell of singed fur isn't a pleasant one, neither was the heat burning Mahri's mouth and she released her hold on the tail. Taking the briefest of moments in written history to recover, the smoking wolf charged in from Nemisis' left, her eyes narrowed against the radiating heat. Another leap avoids the shockwave coming towards her through the ground, her target the area between ribs and hip, that area of flesh that would be easy to rip out while he was dealing with a frontal and rear attack.
Leoxander has a similar warm aura about him, perhaps in no comparison but it does provide some tolerance to this heat that Nemisis offers. Beside, the rage of a werewolf knows little resistance, and no pain, and in that wrath he will rip apart Nemisis' like a tattered envelope, a letter he will never wish to read. So vengeful is his anger that he might even injure his own in that tearing of claws, forceful enough to rip scales and plate mail alike. There was no challenging roar - as the challenge had long since been presented. Now there was only victory / death to seek, and in his transformation he hardly understood the difference between the two words. Burns are hardly the price to pay in his twisted, criminal mind. He will tolerate this sufferance for the sake of his pack's success.
Xion wipes his eyes from a long daze of waiting before he cracks his knuckles. He watches as his alpha was on the Nemisis's tail and the aura he was giving off, rushing into toward Nemisis the hybrid pulls both his claws back and would thrust them forward at Nemisis's throat if one failed he would keep attacking ignoring the heat around him even if he got burned dosen't matter to him. He was just hungry and ready to eat anything. (Will make a longer post)
Damain bares her teeth and charges in, seeing the other two wolves doing the same while members of the pack feignted, each running close and stopping, making a cover for the three that were attacking. damain leaps, not aiming for the neck, no, she was going to bring him down another way. Her head turned and her jaw opened, her aim for the back of his calf. If she hit she would bite down upon his muscel, sinking her teeth and then shake her head, tearing out the achelies tendone, which would leave him flopping on the ground. The heat would mean little to her, as was stated before, fire was something that came to her so naturally that her body coursed magic through itself to keep her nice and comfy, even in the hottest of circumstances.
Nemisis knew he was in trouble. This pack he had to give credit to. They feared nothing and instead, kept oragnized. The draconian was being flanked, surrounded by all sides and there was only one direction left to go, up. As so he proceeded to bring forth his tricks of the assassin. His hands began to move extremely fast, connecting various hand signals. Also his majestic wings were revealed as they shot out his back and began to flap. It was getting harder to hold back his bleeding and was beginning to show as his hands got bloodly. With the final hand seal made, he created a doppleganger directly beneath him. This was no regular doppleganger however. The blood hand seals allowed the assassin to form a solid one. There it was, upside down and knees bent back. With one kick forward, it connected with it's master's and helped sent him into the air faster, leaving itself as a substitute for wolves to much on. Little did they know this dark spell was a trap. The dopple did not have blood, but a rather dark sticky substance that snared all who touched it. Finally Nemisis opened up both his hands and produced two orbs of flames, aimed at the floor. Shooting them down towards the ground to deal with all around. Even if he did not get away, he knew he could handle the impact of his own attack.
Leoxander only got a claw or four into the meaty calf of the draconian's leg before the heat burned his paw terribly, and he also felt his fellow pack closing in and sought to retreat for their sake. He hit the ground and circled in an anxious, bloodthirsty pace, looking up, his fanged maw open and fur tipped ears pinned to his skull. The howl Leo let go of this time meant for war, if Nemisis should challenge them again.
Mahri's canines just skimmed their intended meal, finding themselves quite empty as Nemisis took to the air. Ignoring the double, it's scent not quite right, she followed the path of retreat that the draconian was taking. Trotting upon landing, Mahri takes position next to Leo, growling her own challenge to Nemisis. Not quite as vocal as the male beside her.
Damain was satisfied as she felt her teeth sink into flesh, she felt the heat, but it didn't hurt her, just like chomping down on a freshly cooked peice of meat. Her plan though went to hell after that cause the draconian took to the air... taking her with him. Now here she was, dangling from some guy's leg as he flitted through the air, throwing down fireballs. In actuallity the sight was rather comical, and if there was a thought bubble above damain's head that read, "My bone," it would be utterly perfect for the comic strip. But the truth was, it was a serious situation, Damain had a choice, she could hold on and hope her weight to drag him to the ground, or she could let go and fall, at this point that depended more upon Nemisis than it did her.
Mahri rises to her feet, casting one last withering glance at the draconian before giving a sharp bark and trotting off. Clearly, she expected to be followed, and Damain had better let go of her bone lest she get too high.
Leoxander was out of sight, out of mind.
Damain gave a sharp whine then opened her jaws, at least she'd leave him with a nasty scar most likely. She fell the the ground, landing with a yelp before she climbed to her feet and trotted after Mahri.
Nemisis flinched here and there as he took yet more injuries to his already bloody body. However his body still took flight with only support of his wings. Those precious limbs of his, he definitely knew it was a good idea to always keep his wings hidden. Just before he was clear he felt a munch on his leg. The demi roared an curses, "Sven damn it! What the hell now!?" There his chaotic eyes stood staring into Damain's own. The female must been a mage of some sorts in a human form he thought. None the less she was brave but foolish to not let go and instead come with him. As his wings took him higher and higher the draconian only stared into Mahri's eyes as if to say, "Remember what I said." This chaotic assassin was in turmoil with his nature. Nemisis wanted to fight more but he knew he couldn't take much more in such a high disadvantage. He held no mercy in battle yet he wanted to award this one lycan for her bravery in not giving up. With a sadistic look, it was evident he came up with a solution. The battle had to be ended but not without damage to both sides. Just then Damain, let go and landed on the floor, by then she had decided too late and Nemisis had came up with his own. Taking a deep breath his tail blades lost all their color and his chest bulged up. With one great exhale, he sent a cloud of black gas to loom over the escaping wolf. Taking one last glance, the demi flapped his wings and flew away. The pushed wind however propelled the poisonous gas and only help it travel faster as they began to creep up the brave lycan's form. There was still chance to get away, will she? Nemisis cared not to find out.
Damain trots on thinking her nose high in the air thinking she was safe that the prey was going to simply fly off now. Normally she was a lot more careful, but she wasn't exactly in her right mind either. Thusly she was enveloped in a cloud of poisionous gas. The moment it hit her she took off, but it was too late, the poison had already been absorbed into her, its effects soon to take place. She caught up with Mahri, things already starting to seem to slow to her, her naturally high metabolismn speeding the proscess along a bit.