Emerald eyes ignite with curiousity and not the innocent kind, rather, Sedden was curious about this other werewolf transforming into his bestial form and debating whether or not he would be a decent challenge for her. Standing on two heavy digigrade legs, one could see the tendons of her 'toes' protruding from beneath her flesh, the sheer power of her legs was clearly visible but yet as was most werewolves. She stood there as she sized the much larger werewolf up, one could almost suffocate from the violence and power emitting between them in a mere show of who was better, like two flaunting bucks in rut season. Of course if one didn't back down they would butt heads, though with werewolves it would be a lot bloodier and with Sedden thrown in the mix it might mean dinner. Sure any sensible being might turn to the more threatening threat such as the archlich beside them warring with the young werewolf, but Sedden wasn't the sanest being in the asylum especially when the spirits kept up their insistant screams in terror from little Harry Potter and Voldemort over there spouting magic like nobody's business. Sedden was a immediate type of being, any threat to hit her first was priority and this beast of a werewolf had pushed her, a direct threat to her superiority complex.
Sedden half expected a tumbleweed to roll between them as neither one moved, she refused to bare her throat to anyone and sure as hell this male, no matter how big he was, she'd killed his type before. The problem with being so overly muscled was that those beasts weren't as flexible as she was and all she had to do was get on his back where his arms just couldn't reach, rend through those thick mucles until she reached his spinal column before ripping out his nerves to leave him dead or at least paralyzed. Of course getting to that broad back might be a challenge but right now she felt figuratively nine feet tall and full of piss and vinegar, like a drunkard though she was drunk on dominance, of rage, of unrelenting drive to devour. She was hungry. Hungry for power. Hungry for flesh, particularly the werewolf that stood before her and that though made her throw back her head to release a primal howl that released all her emotions at once, though to one who did not understand the werewolf they would just find it eeirly creepy. Pausing however to flick her ears upon a new arrival, moist ebony nostrils flaring to take in the scent of this new being that had decided to join the fray which might not be the wisest choice at the moment. In this battle form, Sedden couldn't speak English exactly due to the lack in the proper voicebox but she could comunicate in a different form, no, not telepathy, by body language and growls that were mutterings of the ancient language of the Foresaken.
Looks like everyone is here except for the raving fangirls... We have not so sexy Legolas over there with pointy ears and all.. Little Harry Potter seems to be having a major malfunction with bleeding... The Big Bad Wolf... Little Miss Serious over there... So does that make me the b-rated horror villian?"
Emitting a obnoxious barking laugh that was very obvious to anyone who hadn't understood what she said, which would be the not-so-handsome Legolas with magic fingers, also known as Lelouch. Curling her finger-like appendages until she could hear each one emit a disturbing crack from them before allowing them to snap open, the dull light of the street lamp flashing off the sharp ebony claws. Her dark bottomless black pupils vaporize the humor and become sharp with the intent to kill the one she focused on, the male werewolf before her. Slowly crouching down blatantly showing that she was preparing to attack as her lean, wirey muscles coil and buldge under the thin ebony fur, her jaws part to emit hot and heavy breaths into the already heated climate air. The sun just then was swallowed up by the sea as darkness causes her emerald eyes to light up like miniture lamps, creating that pupiless effect to them just before she lunged in a head on attack to the male werewolf. However, what seemed head on was a fraction off to his left, so instead of attacking him straight on she'd swept up to his left side with her claws outstretched to search to annoy him a bit though not drastically hurt him. Her claws were on a track to rend his left arm's muscles to shreds while leaving her jaws free just in case he retaliated, no matter how insane her attack appeared there was always an underlying plot...
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Re: « ßåð Møøñ Rìšîñg » ( )
by BlackfangOfReon on Mon Mar 16, 2009 12:56 pm
Praise to my father,
Blessed by the water,
Black night, dark sky,
The devil's cry!
Blessed by the water,
Black night, dark sky,
The devil's cry!
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Re: « ßåð Møøñ Rìšîñg » ( )
by Conquerer_Man on Tue Mar 17, 2009 9:41 am
Having lived 400 years, Gorth was no fool. He had traveled the world, far and wide. He had learned may martial arts styles from across the globe. Ju-Jitsu, Kravmagaw, several weapons fighting styles, and even took "Karate" from a local dogo, though that was just for fun. He knew by the way she glanced to her left a little her attack was going to go there. As she came at him, he threw his sholder into her path, and even though she got her claws into his arm, she went full on into his wall like form. She went careening off to the side, and Gorth faced her once more. "Come on, with a little more feeling," he taunted her.
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Re: « ßåð Møøñ Rìšîñg » ( )
by fadohacolu on Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:19 am
Hoarfrost had lost over half his blood, his heart was beating weakly trying to supply his muscles with blood. He let out a cold bitter laugh.
“I’m impressed, lich. I do not, however want to die. Not completely. Spare me and I will make a blood oath to be in your eternal service. Let me die, which is understandable, and waste this opportunity. Even you can’t use a werewolf corpse.”
His heart finally gave out, and he looked weakly around. His barrier around Gorth finally failed as Sedden slammed into his arm, shattering the remains of his magic. He took in long, shaking breath, and laughed once more.
“I’m impressed, lich. I do not, however want to die. Not completely. Spare me and I will make a blood oath to be in your eternal service. Let me die, which is understandable, and waste this opportunity. Even you can’t use a werewolf corpse.”
His heart finally gave out, and he looked weakly around. His barrier around Gorth finally failed as Sedden slammed into his arm, shattering the remains of his magic. He took in long, shaking breath, and laughed once more.
This life will eithier make you or break you.
But that's your choice.
But that's your choice.
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