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Wed Sep 2, 2015 11:01 pm Post #16 |
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Shirine felt rage at the sight of this horrific crearure in front of them. It was like something Wethrin would dream up and think of as clever. The people who made this were monsters and had no rights to live. She charged forward a bit bringing herself to the front. Volare was stuned for the moment, so Shirine wanted this thing's attention. She started with one of her stronger moves. The energy of the moon with in her gathering at hef claws and lancing out as ten spears of light. The beams pentrating deep into the creature. She then pushed her hands apart. The beams of enerfy raking across the creature both burning and ripping into it. The claws burnt deep into the creature and the damge was high, but the thing kept moving. Shirine had used a decent amoint of power, but could still dodge. She certainly had it's atention now. However it was lashing out fiercly woth every tentacle it had now. She could only hope Volare had recovered before one went her way. Shirine knew it would tire quickly now with the large wounds and once it did she would kill it .... well she hoped it worked like a livong thing at least. If if was an undead or construct of some sort it may not tire from wounds.... well she still had one other trump card to play still that was a last ditch effort thing. |
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| Volare | Wed Sep 2, 2015 11:36 pm Post #17 |
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It was Shirine that, as before, had saved Volare once again. Her actions against the creature showed Volare that there was far more to her than her animalistic appearance and abilities but it had also jolted her into action. The creature focused its tentacles on her but its eye was fixed on Volare. When the pupil seemed to swallow the mana that had been building swiftly, however, Volare - despite the fact that its wounds began to heal - couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She hoped Shirine hadn’t noticed that last, although she’d probably noticed Volare’s reaction to the creature. But whatever astonishment had filled her before, it was replaced by rage now. The humans had come in peace to her homeland, seeking to usurp nature for their own ends; they had attempted to trade with the fae only to then betray, enslave, and slaughter them with all the mercy that the drow lich had shown her and Shirine underground; and now, they had created something so monstrous that even the drow lich would have been impressed, and that thought only served to sicken Volare to the very core. This abomination - for that was precisely what it was - needed to be destroyed. This was further proof that humans were little more than insidious, malicious, sadistic, parasitic filth. They had swept across Gwyllion like a plague, brought her people over to the drow overlord, and now they had taken their attempt to dominate nature to a whole new level. If ever there was significant proof that the race of humans needed to be wiped out, this was it. Volare stood slowly gathering her strength. What happened next, however, was not purely an act on the part of Volare. It was something far more subtle, a shift in nature that couldn’t be detected by merely casting a spell or idly observing one’s surroundings. It was something…primal; something that spanned the whole of the forest, it seemed. Volare certainly noticed nothing as she rushed forward, a silent aggressor soon to become the very essence of this creature’s unstoppable bane. Almost as though she knew what was going to happen before it happened, Volare absently slashed to this side and that against the vines that deigned to assault her as she ran. Just as the eye was still fixated on her, regardless of whatever else was going on around it, Volare was fixated on the eye. Something in the eye changed as well - a look, nothing more. It wasn’t fear - not yet - but that would change soon enough. When the first hummingbird appeared, no one noticed. It wasn’t long before one hummingbird had become five, and then five became a dozen. By the time Volare had reached striking range, other birds had apparently come to the scene as well. Volare lashed out against one of the “arms”, severing it cleanly; the stump flailed, the effects of the creature’s Greater Heal spell having worn off. Volare turned to another “arm” and severed it as well, leaving behind another stump. Arm after arm she sliced through, cold fury guiding her every action. There was only the purest hatred in her eyes and a frigid gaze emanated from within that. Yet it was fire that drove her, the kind of fire that made men do stupid things - stupid but amazing. The number of birds was growing, as was the variety. Small and large, birds were flocking into the area. They began to viciously assault the creature from above, diving to sink their talons and beaks into the not-so-tender flesh of the creature. It hardly noticed. Volare didn’t notice at all. But as the hummingbirds were joined by hawks and owls, sparrows and robins, jays and magpies and crows and every other imaginable bird of song and hunting, the creature began to take note. Again and again, Volare focused on attacking the many vines that seemed to now be divided in their focus between her and Shirine. One by one, its vine-grown arms fell. She was slowly clearing a path and cutting deep gashes into the creature in the process. It was building mana again but Volare wasn’t about to give the opportunity to do anything else. She rolled and ducked beneath the creature, swinging her blade as she did so. She sank its razor-sharp edge deep into one of the growths upon which it stood, spewing green “blood” everywhere. She blinked as it hit the bridge of her nose, her cheekbones, her hood, her arms and hands, and her other attire. She sawed through it until her blade came free, and then she hacked at it until it began to stumble. She rolled over to another one, her back against the ground as she stabbed at another “leg”. Then she attacked a third. Then she attacked a fourth. She continued this until seven “legs” had been nearly severed. It was stumbling around now, unable to aim at anything because of how unsteady it was. When she rolled to her feet behind it, she cried out in rage and hatred as she started hacking and slashing at it. Its own cries soon joined her, and the thing fell. Whatever Shirine was doing, Volare was doing just as much - if not more. When the thing tried to get up, half its arms were missing and those that remained were flailing at Shirine. The creature was turning its eye this way and that, unable to find Volare. Then she used the stumps as stepping stones, and that’s when she noticed the birds. She stood in awe for only a moment. As though sensing what needed to happen, the birds pulled back and began to circle the make-shift arena. She shook herself out of it. This was no time for wonder! She rushed up and stood before the eye just as it found her. The blinding light emanating from within was focused on her this time, rather than itself. She stabbed at it with all her might, burying the blade up to the hilt in the thing - and this was not a short blade. The eye began to flail around on its massive stalk, carrying the now-stuck Volare with it. She realized that she couldn’t hold on for much longer, and that’s when she drew the poisoned blade that she had been carrying earlier. She used it as leverage to slowly pull her Star Blade out. When she did, she had to catch herself quickly. The Star Blade in her left hand, the poisoned Ivyn Leaf Blade in her right, she watched as the mana exploded out the back of the eye. Despite the damage, it was still flailing around. The birds had settled now, mostly and they were watching to see what she would do next. Among them, Volare noticed a single bird that she had seen the day before: an odd bird of silvery feathers and blue-gray eyes, inside which danced a storm. It watched her as though expecting something, and she wasn’t sure what it wanted at first. But as she watched the storm rage, she understood and nodded. Her eyes lowered to the flailing eye-stalk. She set her jaw. It was time to end this. She moved forward, dodging the flailing eye, and buried the Ivyn Leaf Blade in the stalk up to the neck. She pointed her Star Blade at the eye itself as she stepped back and waited for just the right moment. When the angle was available, she unleashed a star into the gaping wound. A significant portion of the eye was burning from the inside as soon as the loosed star hit. As the body began to shift, she didn’t have time to stare idly at her handiwork. She leapt from the top, bracing herself for impact, and rolled several times. She winced as she rose slowly to her feet. She suddenly remembered Shirine, wondering what had become of her. The last she had seen of the elven weretigress, she had been fighting off the vines - the same as Volare. She still burned with hatred but now, she had the sudden feeling of acceptance - not her own, but that of nature’s. She had sated their thirst for blood this day. She only hoped it was enough to kill this foul creature and not just another illusion… |
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Thu Sep 3, 2015 2:24 am Post #18 |
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Shirine kept dodging for a while managing to claw off a tentacle during the fight. The thing was tough and apparently had some healing ability. Still it was weakening even it was hard to see. Healing still took a decent amount of energy. Most surprisingly was when birds started swarming the creature... a magic of Volare's? Or was it something else... no time to think really as she continued to try and get at the creature. Then she saw Volare being lifted into the air. It seemed Volare was on to something attack the eye of this thing. After an explosion from her star blade seemed to cause the creature to shudder and fall. Shirine moved over seeing something still moving and pulsing near a still open part of the wound. The eye was a weak point, but not the only thing that was important or at least it seemed. She reached in with her hand digging deep until she found the moving piece. It felt like a twisted heart of some sort. She crushed in her hand. The creature then let up a final wail of pain and thrashed once more. Shirine with her hand still deep in the creature couldn't block and was knocked several feet back into a tree with a sickening crunch. Shirine passed out after this. Her regeneration kept her alive, but the back of her head was wet with blood from before the healing took place. It probably wouldn't take long for her to wake up, but it would be enough to cause worry. The creature it's self seemed to rapidly decomposing as the corrupted magics decayed it and at least a foot of ground around it. The area would probably need to be purified latter. |
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| Volare | Thu Sep 3, 2015 2:49 am Post #19 |
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It was difficult to hear over the deathly wails of the dying creature but there seemed to be some kind of distant explosion. Volare also felt a rush of hot, humid wind that made it hard to breathe. She felt nauseated and dizzy for a moment. But it quickly passed. She shook it off. Her hood had fallen during the battle, spilling her slightly loosened hair style into the open air and revealing her face. The creature, though, seemed to be crying out no longer…in fact, slowly but surely, its flesh seemed to have begun decaying before her very eyes. She watched it for a few moments but was soon distracted by the sight of the silvery bird in the corner of her eye. She looked up at it, gazing deep into its eyes… What she saw shook her to her core. Her knees grew weak and she fell to them, plunging her Star Blade into the ground for support. The other birds were leaving now, for their work was done. But what the silvery bird had shown her…what she had seen in her mind’s eye…it couldn’t be possible…could the human druids really be that powerful? No…no, those weren’t druids that she had seen…that couldn’t come to pass…could it? There was so much that was strange to her, so much that was strange in this land called Imythess…but that…no…it couldn’t be possible… When she had recovered enough to look up, she saw that the creature had become little more than a decomposing husk collapsing in on itself. Parts of its insides were revealed to be smoldering and there were a few places whereupon embers were still glowing like midnight coals. But through the wreckage before her, she saw something familiar…a body lying upon the ground. It was… ”SHIRINE!” she cried out. She glanced up to see if the bird was still watching her, but it had gone with its brethren. She didn’t have time to worry about the bird. There was too much debris now for her to easily get to her companion, and so she sheathed her Star Blade quickly. She focused her mind as best she could, considering the circumstances, and felt the wind around her. The sensation of that wind from earlier would do well enough for a memory…she focused it and poured her concern for her friend into it. Uttering a small cry, she pushed out with her hands and watched as part of the creature split in two under the weight of a powerful gust of wind that was much more pleasant than what she had felt just a few moments before. She rushed forward, drawing the Ivyn Leaf Blade just in case there were other enemies about on her way through the passage that she had created, and knelt beside Shirine. She was just waking up when Volare took a knee to her. She stabbed the poisoned blade into the blackened, blood-covered soil and carefully lifted Shirine’s head. Brushing stray hairs aside, she gazed upon the woman with as much concern as anyone could have for another. It was more than just sisterly concern, more than friendship…she couldn’t explain it. She’d felt the same thing before but it was hard to recall anything from Gwyllion before the humans now. ”You’d better be as healthy as I am,” she told her, ”or I’ll…I’ll do something drastic.” It was lame but it was the only thing she could think of to say at the moment. |
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Thu Sep 3, 2015 4:09 am Post #20 |
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Shirine woke with her vision a bit blurred at first. Oh it had been a while since something hit her that hard. Still nothing she couldn't handle. A face swam into view and she blushed a little seeing Volare's worried face. Volare's words floated in her ears a bit too. Volare was too worried about this. She would tell her as much. She gave a weak chuckle having not fully healed. A little blood was coughed up, but she hid it only a trickle coming out. Oh that hit was a hard one. Still she already felt the wounds mending. Nothing dangerous it seemed just some minor internal cuts or bruises she suspected. For many these were dangerous wounds, but with her regeneration it was fine. Still best take it easy. "Now don't you start worrying about me. Takes a lot more than this to put me down. Though I won't say that last hit didn't hurt. You should have seen me after my escape from the drow... now that time I was in bad shape. Broken bones all over the place half starving, dehydrated and who knows what other damage I had. Just know I survived that so again don't worry. Just give me a couple of minutes and we can get moving again. Probably back to town. We have done enough for this job I think." She sat there for a bit letting her regeneration heal her up a bit. If she needed to she could probably fight again, but it would be best if she rested. It was nice that she was already in her hybrid form as this did help with such things. |
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| Volare | Thu Sep 3, 2015 4:34 am Post #21 |
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A wave of relief washed over Volare as Shirine finally came out of...whatever it was she was coming out of. She’d clearly been knocked out and there was blood all over the place, although her head wound didn’t seem to be as bad as the amount of blood suggested. She had a sudden thought as she helped Shirine into a sitting position. The creature…it had healed using the mana that it had been about to attack with. Had it anticipated the necessity of healing or had the raw mana simply been an evocation for use as need be when the time came? Either way, it hardly mattered. The monster was dead now, and Shirine was right: it was time to go. But she couldn’t go like this. She said to give her a couple of minutes…fine. But… ”Are you…healing?” she inquired, somewhat hesitantly. ”Like that…that thing over there?” She didn’t need to indicate the thing of which she spoke. Her meaning was painfully obvious - both literally and figuratively. But if Shirine was healing…she had said that she could give Volare some “new powers”, whatever that meant. If she was healing like that thing over there, was that a part of what she was talking about? Her strength and speed were greater than those of her own, easily matching Volare’s natural flexibility and agility in scope. If such a thing could be given to her as well… She’d said five days. That had been two days ago…so in three days, as night fell, the full moon would rise. Was that when it was ideal to do it? Was there some great force that was strongest at that time, something that would help such power be granted to Volare? There was no way to know for certain. But if today was any indication, she needed something more than what she had. Shirine might not know much about magic but her advantages would probably far outweigh any spell that Volare might be able to learn, assuming she was able to get through the pain and learn to control herself. But she mentally cursed herself now for being so selfish. Perhaps it was the thought that Shirine was okay that had prompted such selfish thoughts. It could have been just natural curiosity. Whatever it was, this wasn’t the time or place for it. As soon as she was ready, Volare would help Shirine to her feet… She heard rustling nearby. They were still deep in the Calmonah Woods. This was not good. Now that Shirine was in a sitting position, Volare drew the poisoned sword once more and faced off against whatever it was that was coming. It ended up being more of those scythe-bladed Ivyn from before. They were on the ground this time - five of them total. She moved quickly, blocking and parrying, until she scored a direct hit upon one of them. Her blade stuck fast, however, and she had to throw her weight into using the Ivyn like a make-shift battering ram. She managed to shatter it after crushing one of the others and then finished the crushed one off quickly. Turning to the other three, she continued fighting. These monstrosities would not harm Shirine. Volare led one into attacking another and then took them both out before quickly finishing the last one off. Then the thundering of what sounded like hooves resounded nearby. A bull-like Ivyn burst into view with three more of those bladed Ivyn riding it. Not wanting it to get anywhere near Shirine, Volare uttered a war cry and leapt forward. She side-slashed the bull Ivyn and snapped back with a second strike; sinking her blade into its flank, she turned it around more by chance than with any real measure of skill. She managed to get it to knock itself out against a tree, sending the three smaller Ivyn flying. Two landed on the ground nearby; one flew off into the bushes somewhere. The bull Ivyn now found itself stuck in a tree and dazed beside. ”Mistake of nature…” she whispered. She cut its throat with the poisoned blade and then turned to the other two. When they had recovered and saw her coming toward them, they glanced at the swiftly-dying bull Ivyn. They then fled in terror, not willing to try their limbs against the fire-haired swordswoman. Volare sighed. She tried to continue looking fierce and serious but it was obvious that she was tired. That battle with the giant monster had drained her more than she cared to admit. She turned to Shirine. She seemed to be all right. ”When you’re ready,” she said patiently, her voice somewhat softer and more tender than she had intended it to be. |
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Thu Sep 3, 2015 5:36 am Post #22 |
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Shirine was relieved when Volare managed to chase off the ivyn herself. She certainly could be intimidating at times. She had already gotten up and fallen into a fighting stance before the fight was over. She relaxed a little going to pick up her fallen blades and sheathing them while responding to Volare's earlier question. "Not bad. Hopefully those things won't be back today. And yes I am healing, but probably not like that creature. What I am... were creatures we are just naturally tough. Our bodies heal any damage as long as it is not lethal. Even what most would consider mortal wounds can often only sends us into a hibernating state. There are some exceptions of course such as silver or specifically magically enhanced blades, but in general we are very hard to kill. That thing I think drew on magic for a spell to heal or maybe drew from life around it... some evil things do that. Weres like me do not cast spells, we just heals over time. The main source of our power really comes from the moon. Do not ask me how it works, but the body of a were draws on moonlight and stores it or something. Most of our abilities come from that power. Which is why the full moon coming in a few days is the best time to perform a change. The powers are at a peak helping with the change." She started walking back next to Volare. She had noticed the tender note and wondered how to respond to that. It had been tender and soft. She added a little to the end of her explanation mirroring the softness of Volare just moments ago, "Also thanks for defending me. Even it was for a moment I was vulnerable and ...I mean... Not quite sure how to continue with words she quieted down. She ended up following an impulsive instinct and kissed her on the cheek with a whispered, "thanks." She was sure her fur and whiskers tickled Volare a bit, but she hopped Volare didn't mind. Even so she thought it was a bold move and tried to focus on walking back. She told herself it was not the time to get lost in these emotions.... when they got back ... maybe... oh jeeze what was she thinking... |
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| Volare | Thu Sep 3, 2015 6:16 am Post #23 |
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So that was it…such an explanation was quite remarkable. If that was the truth, Volare wondered just how powerful Shirine really was. She had unleashed…something…earlier. It wasn’t a spell, exactly, but neither had it been entirely mundane. She hadn’t really seen what it was. All she knew was that it reminded her strongly of moonlight. It was odd, really, this power over raw moonlight - if that’s truly what it had been. What was even odder was Shirine herself. Weres…the term was new to her, although the idea was not. But such a deep connection was held by the animal spirits back home, in Gwyllion, that control was often obtained easily enough alongside other growing pains. Like Shirine, such a thing was usually natural and as unremarkable as one’s own flesh. Volare had never experienced such a thing simply because she was fae, not an animal spirit. It made sense that the passing on of such power would hurt, for it seemed to Volare that it must be a fundamental change of what one was - not just on the surface but as a whole. In any case, she would find out in three days’ time. For now, there was the matter of getting back to the village with which to concern herself. Shirine certainly seemed to have recovered nicely, though she was definitely tired and probably far from at her peak right now. Volare was certainly exhausted after that fight. She must have pushed herself more than she realized. She somehow expected Shirine’s gratitude but not what came next. When the tender kiss was given, she hesitated. But after a brief moment, she allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to play upon her lips. She said nothing more, for no other words were needed. Her smile soon faded on the journey back, however, as she minded her surroundings. But as the woods thinned from Calmonah into the Norwood, she slowly became lost in her thoughts despite still being mostly alert. Those birds…that one in particular…it was the second time it had appeared. This time, it had been different. It was as though that bird had called the others, commanded them somehow…she had been recognized as a protector of nature’s ideals rather than a supporter of its torment; that much was inherently known by Volare. She couldn’t explain it; she just knew it. She felt it, much in the same manner that she felt her skin upon her. It was a fact, not an opinion or a theory. But that odd bird’s command of the other birds, assuming that’s what it had been…was that an extension of such a thing? Why choose her, though? It seemed an odd selection, regardless of her feelings or her actions. Considering what she was planning to do… Shrine had said that the change would most definitely be feline in nature, even if it wasn’t the form of a weretigress that developed from within Volare. As wonderful as nature was, there was a certain honest truth to it - brutally honest. Cats were predatory by nature, and many birds were often their prey. While it was true that a number of the birds that had aided her and Shirine in the fight had been predatory as well, and assuming that Volare had in fact been somehow chosen for her actions and thoughts, wouldn’t it have been more fitting for wild cats to have appeared instead of birds? Then there was the vision that the odd bird had given her, assuming that’s what it was... Amid such thoughts, her hatred for humanity and her confusing feelings toward Shirine were placed in the back of her mind for the time being. Their friendship was certainly growing but it was more than that - a lot more. Back home, love and lust were often entwined and not much thought was given to it. That was perhaps the price of freedom, for it seemed that other races were steadily monogamous. But much of her past was fading from her mind, retained only as though it was a distant dream, after the humans’ coming to Gwyllion. It was another life entirely; she was drastically different now not only physically but mentally and emotionally as well, and the battle today was proof of that. On the one hand, she saw no reservations about having any sort of romantic relationship with Shirine, however brief or wild it might be. On the other, she simply had too much going on in her head at the moment to even consider the romantic freedom that she’d once felt wholeheartedly. It was…extremely difficult to put into words. Volare tightened her grip on the hilt of the Ivyn Leaf Blade that she carried. One thing was for certain beyond today: she would never be weak again. She would become strong once more, strong enough to take down an army. She would become more dangerous than she’d ever been in Gwyllion. Imythess was her home now. Her family was now much smaller, thus far consisting only of Shirine and Carol, but perhaps that was as it should be. Dark days lay ahead for her, she knew, especially if the odd bird’s visions came to pass (or even merely threatened to). But with Shirine by her side and people like Carol willing to train and support her, she would truly become a force to be reckoned with. She would rise again, like the phoenix of legend. And when she did, death itself would not stand in her way. |
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