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Date Posted: 11:40:55 10/09/02 Wed
Author: Skajira
Author Host/IP: 212.67.98.226
Subject: -*-The Last of your Worries-*-
In reply to: Unruley 's message, "~*~The Lies...They Come Swiftly~*~" on 16:27:58 10/02/02 Wed

-*-Clamping his bone-crushing jaws down onto the vulnerable base of the fatale's skull, seeking to do the jaguar's patented kill by severing the top of the spinal cord, he knows that if she does not succeed in removing him from her back, she will soon be dead or at least paralyzed... much more fun. But he presses himself close to her so he moves with her wild motions, his long claws dug firmly into her hide. The Devil, the guardian of the Realm of Hell, cannot be dislodged, at least, not yet.

He cannot help contemplating how losing her innocence to him would be the last of her worries now- losing her life might perhaps take a higher priority? And not just her life... her afterlife, too, for once separated from her physical form, her ghost too would be his. And if you're not careful, if you don't relent, or if you're not a very good battler indeed {and none in this weak land of Creoto has defeated me yet}, your innocence will quite literally be the last of your worries.

Knowing that there is only so long he will be able to hang on to the wildly dancing mare, he formulates other plans in her mind- she will be his... alive or dead, he cares not.-*-

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[> -v- Bird of the Night -v- -- Nightingale, 13:25:09 10/09/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)

Swiftly she erupts forth to engage in battle on behalf of her ally Unruley. Raven-black wings sprout forth from her sides, and she unfurls them with a snap, lifting easily into the air. With a few mighty flaps of her wings the mare gains altitude, and looks down on the situation. With a feral shriek like the keer of a hawk, she dives down, wings bent at the perfect angle for speed, at the same time activating her magic to protect her from fire attacks. As she reaches them, she sends Unruley a mindcall asking her to stand still a moment. Without waiting to find out Unruley's response, she now is practically on top of the felequine, and she strikes out with all four limbs at the Devil, and then immediately rises into the air again. In a sweet voice like a bird's, she asks, "And how many have you battled so far, Skajira? A mere one, if I am correct." Her voice takes on a hint of a taunt as she adds, "You seem to be extremely confident, for so few kills." As she gains altitude once more, she calls yet again: "Come and catch me if you can, Skajira...or if you dare."

OOC: I feel I should mention before this gets too complicated that Nightingale happens to be a hellhorse like Unruley, except that she's not royalty.

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[> [> -*-Amused-*- -- Skajira, 13:57:53 10/09/02 Wed (212.67.102.162)

-*-With an amused expression the felequine stallion uses Omitir Extaziz to *blip* himself neatly out of the way, onto the ground a few feet away. Thus, if his attacker strikes anything with her dramatic attack, she strikes only the flesh of the friend she seeks to defend.

With a feline 'laugh', the black jaguar watches with amusement as the silly hell-pony flies away. You're not going to be able to defend your darling friend very well from up there, my dear. And it's not your blood I want. Turning away, he disappears for a brief *blip*.... reappearing with three unicorn mares, two young and matured, one just on the dawn of her adulthood. *Blip*ing off again, he then returns with a winged black jaguar.

His cruel yellow eyes observe the now-surrounded Unruley and her useless friend, above, as he grins. Ladies... he nods to the small army. If Unruley gets help... So do I. He briefly turns his gaze to Aiji. Your help would be very much appreciated, sweet lady.-*-

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[> [> [> ~*~Patient / Warning~*~ -- Tashir / Tamilir / Safukir, 14:17:47 10/09/02 Wed (212.67.102.162)

~*~The just-barely mare felequorn appears, seeing the injured mare at which her sire is leering and immediately assesses the situation. Having never been in battle before, she remains to the side of the mare, from where her attacks are least likely to come, and bows down her head so that her long, deadly, black-and-white striped horn is ready to gore should she be told to charge. She is a pretty young mare, her still disproportionately long legs white with black zebra stripes, and the rest of her body white. Perhaps the most striking thing about her appearance is her stunning, brilliant cerulean eyes which appear to hold such innocence... and mask what lies beneath.~*~

~*~The rather older but by no means old felequorn mare adopts the same ready-to-battle pose as her niece, only on the opposite side, allowing Skajira to stand at the front. She is pure white, with a wild look about her that her twin sister, Safukir, does not possess in as great a quantity. Her black eyes are humorous but can be deadly and unforgiving.~*~

~*~The last of the three to make herself ready is the stunning Safukir. A pure ivory unicorn like her twin, her silken mane hangs perfectly and is tousled temptingly in the light breeze- ignoring her eyes, she is the picture of innocence, the ideal unicorn. But one glance at those cruel and haunting spheres shows her to be the temptress, the siren, the soul-crusher. She too inclines her sculptured head to ready the deadly horn.~*~

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[> [> [> -v- Bird of the Night -v- -- Nightingale, 14:28:23 10/09/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)

With a snicker she calls back, "Did you think I was intending to stay up here, fool?" Again she dives, with the same target. Better not to risk the horns. Again her onyx flints strike at Skajira, as he addresses the shapeshifter.

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[> [> [> [> -- , 14:29:29 10/09/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)

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[> [> [> Creature Of The Night -- Aiji, 14:30:15 10/09/02 Wed (68.104.51.165)

As the intruding hellion dives downward at Skajira, heron reminiscent wings sprout from her shoulder blades, the things reaching their full span as the male returns with the infantry. A glance is sent toward the male, followed by a short nod and the unfurling of her wings.

Glaring orbs return to the �hell horse�, a sneer gracing feminine labs. Soundlessly, the shape shifter highbred is lifted from the solid ground and into the sky, her destination clear. Stocky limbs are tucked closely to the hellion�s belly, reducing resistance. However, considerable talons are forced from the tip of every one of the creature�s toes, the action quite clearly screaming that she was a solider, ready to go into battle. Indeed, she arrives at her target quickly, yet she makes no battle cry, no announcement to her prey. Instead, elix over shoots her target, then turns in midair, realigning herself for her first attack. Massive annexes fold against her physique, her limbs suddenly snapping forward, increasing her air resistance. All four, talon tipped peds, collide with the hell horse�s body, the tacks digging deep into the female�s barrel.

Limber appendage force her mass up and onto the spine of the opposing, the nails again digging into the flesh of the creature�s backside. Bod contorts in such a way so that the hellion�s maw is at the base of one of the other�s wings, about to execute phase one. Jaw parts quickly, and is placed around the bat-like wing�s base. Jaws close suddenly, teeth lodging into flesh, and jaws attempting to force them deeper still, her aim to snap that bone.

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[> [> [> [> ~*~The Lies...They Come Swiftly~*~ -- Unruley, 15:46:35 10/09/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)

Fatales blood boiling optics seemed to flood in fury, as reared, dragon like wings flared from rib cage, what a joke he thought of himself, a wicked ringing laughter rung forth from tighting vocals, her vision quickly came back now, ebonite alicorn pointed t'ward the cold earth beneth them , rearing, pon' taut haunches, of muscle, oynx fore daggers struck the atmosphere before her her rage boiled, he was obviously more than thought, but his mouth was bigger than his actions, "You fool, your words are bigger than the truth, you want a battle? Your sure as hell to get one now." She was appretative of the allies joining in yet she would handle the all talk steed herself. The atmosphere about her grew with the heat that the flaming hooves swated the air. She landed once again flaring wings with all force, small pin point needles flew forth from the air in all directions but carefuly seemed to have a mind of their own not hitting any being then suddenly as Unruley's silver lining grew of ebonite and gold the colors of her dams kingdom, they halted in mid-air, they seemed frozen for a split second suddenly all turned in aiming for focused enemy. Femmes fore limbs gave a hard pounding thud to the ground and pin missles shot t'wards Skajira and other enemys, they seemed to fill the air as they flew forth. The felines bite marks were unsuccesful as in finding the precious vein and quickly healed for high immortality. Her wings took her airborn as the smerk on her face danced with the demons of hell, lining of her figure exchanged back to originality, wings hovered her above the steed and joining mares, Wings slapped to her sides now, with a spinning nose dive deadly sharpened alicorn rushed forth as rushed into the group stabbing horn at all four, with her rush of laughter she spoke again, "I doubt your "Help" shall do thou any good." Swerving from ground she took herself to air once more, whirling kicking motion brought hind dagger in contact with cranium of Skajira. She swerved again bringing other hind to the assist Younger mare. Shooting in almost invisable speed landed beside Nightingale, Smolder rolled from delicate nares, as mouth began to widen a small ball of embers rolled inside a sudden hard breath brought the flamethrower forth, the embers were of huge size growing as it reached to the enemys. "You sure you want a little more of me, she laughed withdrawing the blazes." Snorting smoke puffed shortly from nostrols.

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[> [> [> [> [> -v- Bird of the Night -v- -- Nightingale, 16:38:42 10/09/02 Wed (152.163.188.40)

Mentally the mare is unaffected by the shapeshifter, although certainly the wing pains her. She slams sideways into a tree, hoping to crush Aiji against it with her weight. She permits her heavily-feathered wings to disappear as she strikes it, to keep them out of her way. Rapidly she falls, yet shoots out her wings -- injury or not -- to slow her fall. When she hits the ground, they disappear again. Twisting her head around, she grasps the flesh of her opponent in deadly ivories, biting hard. Quite suddenly she disappears, and appears a small distance away, which is where she is when Unruley comes. Her sweet voice rings out clearly, as she says, "Now we shall see."

OOC: She doesn't have batlike wings, Aiji's mun. Hers are birds' wings and very heavily feathered. They tend to go very well with the rest of her, she being a Friesian, as batlike wings would not.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> btw: -- Lizai, mun of Nightingale, 16:46:10 10/09/02 Wed (152.163.188.40)

Yes, she *can* do the disappearance trick. She's had it since before omitir extaziz was even created -- as I know, since I helped Chelle come up with it when Aswad got his by getting a Cassandra riddle right. [Ironically, the answer was 'Nightingale'.] Check Cendre d' Secrete to see that she had it when she fought Unruley and then check Thundaiyil to see when Aswad got omitir from The Cassandra, which was when omitir was created.

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[> [> [> [> [> Creature Of The Night -- Aiji, 18:19:24 10/09/02 Wed (68.104.51.165)

[OOC:: I was under the impression that they were bat like for one reason or another. I apologize�and also, no one has accused you of lying or cheating, so you don�t need to prove anything to me. I�m relatively laid back about that kind of stuff]

Hellion if, notably, unaffected as the creature rams into a tree, her bulk positioned atop the withers of the song bird, and her head coiled back against her chest as soon as the extra appendage recoiled into Nightingale�s flesh. However, claws extend and sink into flesh all the more when the other impacts the massive shrub, keeping her rather precarious balance atop the fighting mare. As her opponent�s mass tumbles downward, her own wings unfurl, further slowing their decent, yet her jaws seek out the juncture where neck and spine connect, the stained canines sinking into the sinew. As the other turns and repays the attention to her own skin, a startled, yet menacing yowl is given to the fem, her maw parting, abandoning the weak point, and instead hisses cruelly. Winged feline swings down from the other�s back, and onto her side, talons still imbedded within her pelt. Paw closest to her face detaches from her hide, and slashes at her face, her targeted area the sensitive eyes. Undoubtedly, there would be contact, minimal or otherwise. As the fatale disappears, something that resembles a gasp is uttered, and her lithe form falls to the ground, all fours solidly connecting with the terra�she is a cat, after all. Appendages fold to hellion�s side, a low growl being uttered. A rather large patch, just behind hellion�s left wing, lacks skin and pelt, creature�s life force staining her coat. However, within minuets, the wound has scabbed over, then fully healed, the immortality that she possesses that to rival both of the hell equids.

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