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Fury
Oct 14, 2007 20:20:59 GMT
Post by Draxus on Oct 14, 2007 20:20:59 GMT
Draxus sat in one of the ornate winged chairs dotted around the entrance hall, his posture relaxed and his eyes closing slightly. These days were less irritating, with more time to read and to study. His desire to claim all the relics of the Fallen had calmed, as he was nearing, what he believed, to be the end of his hunt.
It had come to light that the sword was in reach, although he wasn't sure how close. A human had it yes, although he had doubts about which human. Never the less, a mere mortal could not hope to foul his claim.
He had not heard since of the 'wings' and he was not even sure they existed. Surely they were organic, and thus no longer in existence.
He stretched his ivory fingers over the arms of the throne-like chair, clasping the clawed ends with his own untarnished nails. He wanted to see Luna, he had neglected her again, his own ends blinding his very real protective nature of her. He would make it up to her.
Maybe he would move to his study soon, maybe even to his bedroom and have an unnecessary but satisfying nap - an act never needed but often welcomed. After all, it was rarely relaxing in the Palace, so he should make the most of it.
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Fury
Oct 18, 2007 19:31:37 GMT
Post by Jakodi on Oct 18, 2007 19:31:37 GMT
Jakodi tripped constantly as he climbed the hill. His legs weren't working the way he wanted them to, missing footholds and dragging along the rocks. He looked up at the lady ahead, she effortlessly walking up the jagged slope.
Eventually they got to the top. Jakodi breathed hard, quickly catching his breath. His eyes gazed at the palace infront of him and he took in a short gasp. The palace was alot bigger than he had thought from down the hill. The stonework so ornate. So black. He shuddered again and looked away at the woman who had led him to this place. She was already walking toward the entrance. 'I dont know whats in there my lady' he thought, but did a clumsy skipping motion to catch up.
*ENTRANCE*
Jakodi stood at the door just behind the tall lady. He started to wonder whether coming here was a good idea. The lady appeared to have noticed something in the room. he followed her gaze and his eyes fell upon a man sitting in a throne. Jakodi's heart stopped suddenly as he stared at the man. The look on the mans face was deathly cool. His clothing was pristine. He had an aura that Jakodi had never felt before, he couldn't put his finger on what he was thinking. Like this fellow wasn't of this earth.
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Fury
Oct 23, 2007 17:14:44 GMT
Post by Draxus on Oct 23, 2007 17:14:44 GMT
Draxus turned toward the figures as they entered his palace, his hair framing his face too perfectly, as if painted by an artist who despised the humanity in his subject, enough to leave it out.
'More...' He thought to himself, never surprised at the amount of vagrants Midian could toss his way. He takes their measure, his red eyes flickering slightly as he studies their forms, their energies and whatever else he could surmise without having to talk to them.
He grows bored of this and looks towards the stairs, wondering where Luna is, and fleeting thoughts pass on the human and His sword.
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Fury
Oct 28, 2007 17:30:50 GMT
Post by Ophira on Oct 28, 2007 17:30:50 GMT
'You!' Ophira storms into the palace, her arm stretched out before her, pointing a judgemental finger at the figure who sat so composed in his throne like seat. At lightening speed she produces her staff concealed within her robes. Ophira knows exactly who this being is, an affiliate of the King, a King who threatened her people, her home, everything about her life.
She stands in the middle of the room with her golden staff pointed toward him, a stretch of marble between her and the cold, heartless demon.
"You're a monster Draxus Heretica." Ophira says with acidity, her heart thumping with absolute hatred, pounding in her chest like a war drum. She remembers this feeling from the battlefield...
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Fury
Oct 28, 2007 19:39:08 GMT
Post by Jakodi on Oct 28, 2007 19:39:08 GMT
Jakodi watched a little confused at the womans outburst. He jumped and cowered back toward the wall as she drew out a staff he didn't even know she was carrying. 'who is this woman?' he thought to himself. First off, a pleasant beauty full of charm. Now she stands tall accusingly infront of the man, ('Draxus?'), ready to duel with a click of a finger.
The man seemed not to move much at her reaction to him.
Jakodi stayed out of the way, hunched over. His hands up to his face chewing on a scab on his thumb. His pale eyes watching to see what would happen next. He knew he could do nothing to help the lady if the man decided to retalliate. But judging by how the lady showed no fear of him, she would know what to do.
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Fury
Nov 4, 2007 20:23:26 GMT
Post by Draxus on Nov 4, 2007 20:23:26 GMT
Draxus blinks at this emotional woman, his eyebrows knotting slightly as he wonders who, or what, she is. His gaze settles on her staff... What did she mean to do with that?
"My dear... Who are you?"
Draxus remains seated, a silent telepathic resonance around him now. A mere measure of safety should she attack. He glances at the one called Jakodi behind the strange woman, but thinks nothing of him for the moment, Jakodi wasn't shouting at him after all.
"Again... I ask who you are?"
His eyes flare now. It was time to answer.
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Fury
Nov 5, 2007 19:49:01 GMT
Post by Ophira on Nov 5, 2007 19:49:01 GMT
Ophira twirls her golden staff so that it is no longer pointed at Draxus but to the tall glass dome overhead, making a dull clatter as the other end hits the marble floor. She removes her hood to reveal the mane of golden hair beneath it.
'I know all about you, Lord Draxus, your legend is a tale to frighten even the bravest of my men... But you don't scare me. You or your 'King'. She cannot help but walk slowly toward him, the fire of her hatred for him, what he stands for, fueling her boldness...
'Your realm and this one are of evil origins and everything they touch withers and dies... I am Ophira, General of the armies of the sun realm, and my home will not fall prey to Midian! Tell me how to stop the black vine!'
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Fury
Nov 5, 2007 20:03:11 GMT
Post by Jakodi on Nov 5, 2007 20:03:11 GMT
Jakodi stared in awe at the confrontation. He was definatley out of his depth here. 'Orphira.. .' he thought to himself. He stared at her flowing, golden hair that seemed to shimmer despite the fact there was no movement. She was so bold and strong, something he admired. That trait reminded him of Beth. Jakodi looked up at Draxus. Still, no signs of concern were apparent. Jakodi was wary of this. 'If only I could stand tall with Orphira...' He thought. Like he used to. This woman showed him such kindness, he wanted the show his appreciation somehow. He took a step forward from the wall, still keeping his distance, making an unintended grunting noise as he moved. The pain in his leg was burning...
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Fury
Nov 9, 2007 21:47:08 GMT
Post by Draxus on Nov 9, 2007 21:47:08 GMT
Draxus raises an eyebrow at this brash creature, his thin lips curling slightly in his own building annoyance. He would not stand to be spoken to in this way, nor would he have a lesser being speak of his home.
"Your ignorance incites just enough pity in me to dissuade my order to attack... You have yet to even realise that this very room is inhabited by my servant."
A strange phase ripples as Trickery slows next to Draxus, his insect-like body covered in strange blades, two of which seem to be in place of hands, and giving off a soft vibration.
"If you seek answer on... The black vine, as you call it, shouldn't you speak to the Poison God?"
He stands now, brushing slender, perhaps feminine fingers through his flowing black hair, his red eyes flickering against his frightening pale and perfect skin...
"You should continue your tirade out of my Palace... Lest I show you what a true General can accomplish."
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Fury
Nov 10, 2007 10:19:52 GMT
Post by Ophira on Nov 10, 2007 10:19:52 GMT
Ophira laughs, throwing back her a flaming gold hair, her voice echoing throughout the hall.
"What a real General can accomplish? What you mean to show me, is how a creature created in a lab for the job can command a servant designed to obey" Again she cannot help the laughter, pressing her fingers to her smiling lips as if she were attempting to stop herself. "Like a computer that out smarts the human brain. It's not impressive, it's a programme..."
Ophira knows she treads on dangerous territory and she knows what Draxus is capable of. But she never could stand down when it was her people who were at risk. Then it hits her suddenly, she had persuaded Jakodi to follow her here in hope of safety for him, and now she had put him in the most unimaginable danger!
"But this is pointless. What would the lab rat of another realm know about the plans of a King in this one?" Ophira lowers her staff, walking slowly back wards in the direction of the doors. "Lets find somewhere with a little more integrity..."
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Fury
Nov 24, 2007 15:34:09 GMT
Post by Jakodi on Nov 24, 2007 15:34:09 GMT
Jakodi's head started to hurt as he listened to what Orphira was saying. He was an intelligent man, but he could not comprehend what these words were. He didn't know of their existence almost.
He looked up surprised as Orphira stormed back towards his direction, and sort of skipped into movement again, subconsciously moaning and groaning as he moved a little quicker than usual. He nodded and attempted a smile at the tall beauty 'I will follow wherever you go...'. He had decided from this point on that his alligence would be with this woman. No matter what battles she had to face. If he could be of any use to her...
He limped over in her general direction as she got closer, glancing over a Draxus. He had not moved from his spot, not even a flinch. Jakodi looked back at Orphira in the hope that she had a plan.
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Fury
Nov 24, 2007 20:13:41 GMT
Post by Draxus on Nov 24, 2007 20:13:41 GMT
Draxus remains still as she turns her back, his eyebrows knotting slightly as a sadistic sneer breaks over his usually blank face. He moves his hand in the air as a beam of light rips through existence next to him. From it he pulls one of his blades, The Blood Star, a weapon forged from the ether itself.
"Infidel General. You lowered your weapon."
He moves like lightning, bringing his sword underarm toward Ophira in an ark, massive black wings appearing at the end of his movement, pulling him back and into the air out of all reach, whether he had made contact or not. His eyes blaze with fire, his hair trailing in the rippling air as if in water.
Trickery appears at the doorway to the Palace, apparently looking at Jakodi though his eyes were not visible beneath the mask he wore. His arms raised, blades humming softly as he shifts on the spot, odd movements unlike any creature so large. He was not there to attack, merely to guard the exit...
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Fury
Nov 25, 2007 20:05:26 GMT
Post by Ophira on Nov 25, 2007 20:05:26 GMT
Ophira sucks in the air, her back arching, a long exhale of oppressed pain. She stands motionless, eyes fixed ahead and teeth clenched. The warm blood trickles down her slender back, the katana having torn a mighty gash from her hip to her shoulder bade...
In an impressively rapid movement she turns, staff in hand, to face the demon. A bolt of pure light energy bursting from her weapon towards him. She needs no words to conjour her spell and as soon as she is fully facing the battle more energy is willed from her staff in the direction she anticipates the demon to move to.
But a new threat arises with her only exit having been blocked by his servant, Trickery. A creature she knows can move at exceptional speed. "Coward! Fight me alone if you would dare!" It was madness and Ophira knew it. But her main concern was now the poor old man she had dragged into this chaos.... Anything to free the exit...
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Fury
Dec 16, 2007 14:04:22 GMT
Post by Draxus on Dec 16, 2007 14:04:22 GMT
Draxus grins slightly as the energy hits him, throwing him back. Finally, a fight! The monotony was broken!
He laughs as he stands again, slowly, his eyes burning bright red, flames licking his heels as he draws his sword up, pointing at Ophira as her last bolt of energy flies past him, he had not moved after all.
"Idiot 'general' who would fight alone... You have forgotten the very meaning of being a leader... You never forget those that obey, you use them as you would tools..."
With exceptional speed he leaps at her, his wings pushing him on, his sword aimed to impale her as his free hand summons his signature weapon - The Hell Perfection - forged by the realm of Hell as a gift. This gargantuan sword he swings in a massive horizontal ark, it's exceptional reach tearing at reality, and its tip aimed to at least catch her should she be quick enough to dart either way.
At this time Draxus sends out a signal to Trickery... "Make her suffer... Torture her friend..."
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Fury
Dec 17, 2007 18:00:25 GMT
Post by Ophira on Dec 17, 2007 18:00:25 GMT
Ophira snarled, biting down so hard she could hear the thumping of blood in her head as rhythmic as the war drums. She grabs the old man dragging him close to her despite any pain this might have caused him.
"Armaray!" She calls suddenly, bringing her staff down hard on the marble floor. At once a white fire forms a circle around the pair, rising up into a glassy cylinder until it disappears entirely. A protection spell. Attack magic was Ophira's forte but she knew the occasional defense spell and wasn't half bad at the ones she could conjure. She glares at Draxus. "Foolish not to exploit what's at hand? That is your answer to my challenge?" Her tone brimming with disgust, she cannot help but sneer at him "That attitude makes for a lazy fighter--" A flash of crimson catches the corner of her eye and cuts her short in her accusation, someone else had entered the battle ground...
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