Setting
The temperature here is much hotter than the northern latitudes... the ground beneath you gives way to sand, while the air begins to sharpen and burn your lungs.
The End of Habitability
The temperature here is much hotter than the northern latitudes... the ground beneath you gives way to sand, while the air begins to sharpen and burn your lungs.
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The End of Habitability is a part of 
The Wastelands.
33 Characters Here
Dominus Malav?? [1] This man exudes raw power and his presence alone demands attention and respect! Standing at 6'4, and weighing in at 300lbs this collosus seems extremely battle ready...
Jubei Kurayami [1] Legendary being of Darkness
Connor Attano [1] "GAH! You fuckin' nit! Shined can't go in bright light! It hurts our eyes and skin!"
Leos Klein [1] Leader of the Frighteners, a Legion team.
Zalvema, The Ringmistress [0] Don't look her directly in the eye, or you'll feel the entire left side of your body completely paralized... Well, that's the rumor at least.
Indigo Sharp [0]
Keroro [0]
United Coalition of the Arklight Systems [0] UCAS; Nationalist, Oppressive State
Careless [0] Love like woe..!
Harvester [0] Residing within Wing City Hospital. This being harvests the souls of the recently departed.
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Alfred watched him, and held the sword in a ready position. He didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on Lucian. He took a quick step forward, and then drew his weapon and fired. Hopefully it looked like he was about to slice at the vampire and then instead of a sword to the midsection, it would be a bullet to the face.
His bullets were blessed, and dipped in holy water. Pretty much the whole nine yards.
His bullets were blessed, and dipped in holy water. Pretty much the whole nine yards.
"I don't have time for mindgames. Especially wen I lost my mind a long time ago." she said, leaning casually onto her side.
"Why don't you just keep trying to amuse me? Hmph."
"Why don't you just keep trying to amuse me? Hmph."
Lucian Otvos seemed to vanish before Alfred though it was a close call with the bullet a centimeter from his face, though the sword if swung would slice only the still night air. Lucian looking a bit aggravated at this point bared his teeth, he nodded his head slowly. "If I cannot rid myself of you loathsome insects then I shall deal with you..." He then strode over to the fair haired vampire who had falled with a knife in her forehead, even if the knife was blessed upon pulling it out she may have a bit of life or rather undeath, left in her untill killed in the proper manner. He plucked the knife from her skull and she rose, growling and smacking her jaw like a rabid animal, she flung herself up in a rage and launched herself at Alfred, hands out like claws. This was only meant to be a distraction as Lucian had bigger plans, he refused to fight with human weapons, using only the powers a very strong very old Trasnlyvanian Vampire could possess.
Alfred was tackled to the ground by the woman vampire, and dropped his sword in the sand. "Uh oh." He muttered, baring his teeth. He could barely hold back the powerful woman vampire when she had gravity on her side. He quickly let go of her, and grabbed a knife. If she moved towards him in the moment that he stopped pushing up against her than the knife would lodge into her neck and he'd be able to sever the brain from the body which was still all that cutting the head off did anyways.
"A little help?" He asked, grimacing.
"A little help?" He asked, grimacing.
Kwooo!
The and and echo of the sniper rifle being fired reached their ears long after the bullet actually hit. Square into the woman's head. Next, the aimed for Lucian.
"Tell me. How fast are you gonna go down?" she said to him, pulling the trigger again.
The and and echo of the sniper rifle being fired reached their ears long after the bullet actually hit. Square into the woman's head. Next, the aimed for Lucian.
"Tell me. How fast are you gonna go down?" she said to him, pulling the trigger again.
Lucian Otvos grinned he seemed to be having fun now, finally finding his taste for the fighting spirit, two against one, this almost possed a challenge. The woman was meant to die, to conceal his actions at that point, he called to the woves and coyotes roaming far on the outskirts of the desert, probably looking for scraps near a village. They were bounding along now ready to rush the two hunters on command. As she shot the dogs whined from the deafening noise, and dropped to the ground to avoid being hit. "Now that you see I can command this lovely pack of dogs, will you not leave me be? You annoying little pests."
Alfred scrambled up the dune after the woman had been shot off of him, "Thanks for that." He said, nodding to Jaeda. He looked back down at Lucian and chuckled, "Your dogs are like children to our friend." He said, remaining rather straight faced.
He probably didn't know the little trick that the two of them still had up their sleeves.
He probably didn't know the little trick that the two of them still had up their sleeves.
Lucian Otvos seemed once again peturbed he simply wanted to get back to the cathedral he was in the process of renovating, or turning into the lair of an undead, this fight was getting to be a bore. So he spoke up again "Why spend so much energy on one man, " He then pointed to the dead women "You have enough pelts here to take to the fur trader no?" He spat "You are merely half witted poachers, to me." He stood waiting, watching, keeping his hounds at bay, under his control and he was quite ready to command them whichever way they would have to move in order to evade the next attack, or even an affront from a third person.
She heard the padding of feet behind her. She knew who it was.
A loud, low howl drawled out over the sand dunes.
"Poachers? Pfft. This is our job, thanks. I'm training the tyke, here." she said, getting up, keeping the rifle trained on Lucian. The sand shot up behind her. Right behind her. Just a foot away. Right at her back towered a very large, dark, bulky figure. Larger than most werewolves by far. Wire-haired. Long-snouted.
Irish WereWolfhound.
"Dog! Back Alfred!" she cried, and, as asked, the large wolfhound darted out from behind her, paws pounding on the ground toward the hounds.
"Alfred! After the vampire! Don't pause for long!"
A loud, low howl drawled out over the sand dunes.
"Poachers? Pfft. This is our job, thanks. I'm training the tyke, here." she said, getting up, keeping the rifle trained on Lucian. The sand shot up behind her. Right behind her. Just a foot away. Right at her back towered a very large, dark, bulky figure. Larger than most werewolves by far. Wire-haired. Long-snouted.
Irish WereWolfhound.
"Dog! Back Alfred!" she cried, and, as asked, the large wolfhound darted out from behind her, paws pounding on the ground toward the hounds.
"Alfred! After the vampire! Don't pause for long!"
Alfred stood, and ran down the dune after Dog. He picked up his weapon and continued behind the werewolf. He wasn't as fast, but he was quick enough to stay at a reasonable distance. The two of them closed teh distance rather quickly, and Alfred brandished his weapon as Dog leaped at the vampire.
Lucian Otvos having the same control over lesser predators and wolves like his maker Dracula Lucian didn't seem to mind the dog. He couldn't quite control werewolves but he could keep them at bay with a mental shield, entering into their own minds and piloting them away with each step, though he was not as powerful as his maker and could only do this for a few seconds at a time. So putting up his non physical shield all the while he sent his own wolves, not at Alfred but at the female. Alfred he wanted to fight himself. He could not shield himself from the werewolf forever lest he become weakened in his mind, so he continued to evade, trying to get on the right side of Alfred all the while.
Dog skidded to a halt, looking toward Lucian, breathing raggedly. He rose up on his hind legs, standing at a full thirteen feet in height. He rose his head and bellowed. Something kept him back...but what? He looked toward the other wolves. Human mind. Human mind. Remember the human mind within him.
Damian snarled. This was frustrating.
"What the hell?" said Jaeda, frowning.
Damian snarled. This was frustrating.
"What the hell?" said Jaeda, frowning.
Alfred skidded to a stop next to the werewolf and sighed, "I guess it's just me this time." He muttered, taking a step forward and slicing diagonally at him. Dog may have been held back for now, and the wolves were going for Jaeda but he knew that she could handle herself.
If Lucian dodged, he'd grab and throw some knives with his left hand. He wasn't quite as accurate with his left hand, but he was accurate enough.
If Lucian dodged, he'd grab and throw some knives with his left hand. He wasn't quite as accurate with his left hand, but he was accurate enough.
Lucian Otvos struggled to keep dog away, his human mind threatened to break through at all times, so he would release his hold every so often to give himself repose, allowing if the oppurtunity was known and taken, Dog to move a tiny bit closer. Three against one, how those bothered Lucian, he wondered if he might after all suffer some damage at there hands. He swung himself around at the threat of another knife to the face, though Alfred's blade cut him, not to the full extent of his swing for Lucian was quick, but concentrating on keeping Dog away, avoiding a throwing knife and attempting offensive attack was wearing on the Vampire. After being struck he lunged at Alfred unaware for now of the pain, but not the blow. He made a move to use his unnatural strength to pull Alfred to the ground.
Jaeda stood up, slipping the sniper rifle to her back as she took out her pistol. These little wolves would be an easy kill. She was used to much worse.
She lifted her hands and beckoned to them, just as Damian inches for Lucian. Jaeda bounced on her heels. "C'mon, c'mon! I'm bored!"
She lifted her hands and beckoned to them, just as Damian inches for Lucian. Jaeda bounced on her heels. "C'mon, c'mon! I'm bored!"
Alfred leaned back, and Lucian's grab missed him. He stumbled a little, but regained his footing a few steps from Lucian. He pulled out his pistol, and fired several rounds at the vampire in hopes of at least hitting him once or weakening his block on Dog. Alfred wasn't aware that Dog's real name was Damian.
When he had to reload, he just holstered the pistol and went back for another slash with his katana.
When he had to reload, he just holstered the pistol and went back for another slash with his katana.
Lucian Otvos Parted his hands in a strange manner and the wolves began to separate into three groups each running at Jaeda from different sides, he hoped this would lessen their mortality rate. Lucian dodged each bullet save for one which hit him just where the other wound had been starting to seal up, though he was glad of this, he had a plan regarding these wounds he was about to happily acquire. Though, not too many all at once, so he twisted backwards and to the side, the back of one of his coat tails being slashed away. He was now close to Alfred once more, however Lucian was in great burning pain and his breath was quickening in short gasps, though this only enraged him more so. And he again reached a hand out, only one this time not getting too close, if he could only take Alfred by the neck or bind his arms.
Jaeda looked around, one hand on her hip, the other holding her gun. She began to shoot.
Bang, bang, bang.
Her aim was steady, though her vision in the darkness wasn't perfect. She knew very well what she was doing, however.
"Come on, come on!" she cried, slipping a knife out with another hand. "Keep coming! More of a challenge!"
Bang, bang, bang.
Her aim was steady, though her vision in the darkness wasn't perfect. She knew very well what she was doing, however.
"Come on, come on!" she cried, slipping a knife out with another hand. "Keep coming! More of a challenge!"
Lucian successfully grabbed Alfred's knife belt holster that was wrapped around his arm. As soon as the vampire's hand tightened around it, the man slid out of it. He was getting closer, but Alfred was sure he'd give out soon enough.
Alfred made a slash at Lucian's legs, and hoped to cut off the lower shin to immobilize him. He could hear Jaeda fighting the wolves on the dune. At least one of them was having fun.
Alfred made a slash at Lucian's legs, and hoped to cut off the lower shin to immobilize him. He could hear Jaeda fighting the wolves on the dune. At least one of them was having fun.
Lucian Otvos did not look away when he heard howls dissolve into whimpers at least three of the wolves had fallen though there were some left. He cursed Alfred under his breath for escaping "Damn!" despite himself and the pain he felt he was almost in some way, enjoying the fight, he never really felt the need to fight for his life being so powerful, this feverish pain and white hot fury would make for...an interesting memory. He was nicked by Alfred’s slash but by no means immobilized, he swung fully around and then turned now on the other side of Alfred and feigned another grab for his neck but instead reached for his wrist instead, the one holding the sword, if successful he would have ripped away Alfred’s weapon.
Jaeda spun around as another hound came close, striking it in the temple. It whined and fell to the side, right as she whipped around and shot another two rounds. Two more after this left, before she had to reload. Perfect.
"Damian! Alfred! How are you holding up?"
Damian howled in response, trying to get past the mental block. He was trying to get to Jaeda. The...wolves!
"Damian! Alfred! How are you holding up?"
Damian howled in response, trying to get past the mental block. He was trying to get to Jaeda. The...wolves!
Alfred's sword was pulled from his grip, but he pulled the combat knife from his shoe as he rolled back. Upon getting back to his feet he made a sidestep and gestured Lucian to come for him, "Bring it on, big guy." He said, tightening his grip a little on the knife.
His katana lay in the sand. It's blade glimmered a little in the moonlight. If they had started this fight much later, Alfred would have suggested buying time until sunrise except the sun set only about ten to fifteen minutes ago.
His katana lay in the sand. It's blade glimmered a little in the moonlight. If they had started this fight much later, Alfred would have suggested buying time until sunrise except the sun set only about ten to fifteen minutes ago.
Lucian Otvos did not move to pick up the katana he did not want a sword fight, he had different plans, things he found quite a bit more interesting than fighting with swords. He did not yet fear Jaeda coming for him as she still had wolves on her tail and made an effort to keep in the mind of Damien, He wanted to be one on one with The hunter who started it all, Lucian stared with his eyes red as the fire in hell at Alfred they were glinting with a heartless malice now. His long hair the color of a ravens feather, whipped about in a stray gust of icy wind and once could see it had a bit of sticky dried blood in it from the splatter that occured when the dark haired vampiress's head had been severed. He was waiting for Alfred to make a move.