[5:50] Helegon: approaches the shrine and stops startled. and adjusts his pack.
[5:50] Helegon: "Oh um excuse me."
[5:51] Arial Vaher peeks out from behind Helegon.
[5:51] Kyoka Setsuko seems to be pacing, his footsteps dark and sooty. He doesn't even seem aware of the figures at first, his head slowly tilting upward toward them, snowy bangs framing the horrific mask upon his face.
[5:52] Helegon: he looks at the dark figure and grips the strap of his bag and steps back bumping into Arial. "I, I excuse us.. Um Arial perhaps the other way."
[5:52] Arial Vaher: Yes, lets not disturb his thoughts."
[5:53] Kyoka Setsuko seems to leer at the figures through his mask, the small eight bloodstones catching the haunting light from the shrine and casting strange, tortured visions into the world. He emits a low throaty, clicking sound... that is altogether inhuman.
[5:53] Helegon: gulps and nods and moves around the shrine. "Um .. run."
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Demon Wars
[2010/03/13 18:59] natasja123 Aldrin: *still like in my own blood on the ground that now starts to dry because no one help the healers*
[2010/03/13 19:00] Azumi Jaxa is just still asleep, but would be able to get to work again if she got some energy from the local mage.
[2010/03/13 19:00] Kyoka Setsuko slips in the door as the male elf exits, wandering over to the bodies of the fallen from across the High Elven chamber. The sight of falling bodies and blood seems to excite him. He reaches to the bodies and runs his dark digits through a pool of blood, letting out a chilling sound beneath his [2010/03/13 19:02] Kyoka Setsuko slathers the blood slowly across his chest, apparently delighting in the destruction caused by the demons. There seemed to be sufficient chaos during the time he had slipped into the building, and no one else had noticed...
[2010/03/13 19:01] natasja123 Aldrin: or when some one wouled care about the now nearly half an hour bleeding 2.nd healer on the floor wouled help someone >.<
[2010/03/13 19:03] Azumi Jaxa is uninjured, unlike Voor, who was bleeding to death.. all Azumi needed was some energy, as she was totally exhausted from her magic
[2010/03/13 19:02] Kyoka Setsuko slathers the blood slowly across his chest, apparently delighting in the destruction caused by the demons. There seemed to be sufficient chaos during the time he had slipped into the building, and no one else had noticed...
[2010/03/13 19:04] natasja123 Aldrin: *is bleeding now more than 30 minutes without notices from arows in her chest and is nearly death .. have not much blood enmore and slowly stop to breath*
[2010/03/13 19:05] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a slow clicking sound that rises in his throat as he continues to rub the blood in, seeing the elves beginning to return from their pursuit of the great winged creatures that wreaked such chaos and destruction. He didn't seem too concerned-as though he knew well enough that the demons would be coming back... Enough to keep them preoccupied... Seeing the one particularly gorey body- blood pooling around it, he reaches down to slathering a little more of it all over himself with a grunt.
[2010/03/13 19:05] Tari Magda: 'What are you doing in here small dark one?'
[2010/03/13 19:06] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a low, dark sound that could only be a chuckle. "The chaos and destruction appeals to me." He says, in a voice that sounds icy like daggers.
[2010/03/13 19:06] Tari Magda: Oh I feel so honored, Silver mark it in a parchment the drow second came to have tea with the queen."
[2010/03/13 19:07] Kyoka Setsuko clacks his metal claw together. "Tea, you say.. Will this tea be made from the blood of your kin?" He says, tilting his head cockily.
[2010/03/13 19:08] Tari Magda: No dear with the blood of yours for many drow have died today,"
[2010/03/13 19:08] Kyoka Setsuko snorts derisively. "You should know the Drow care little for their own people beyond the Priestesses." He says sternly, his mask seeming to give the elves an eviscerating glance.
[2010/03/13 19:09] natasja123 Aldrin: *still breath only a few times in the minute and getting slower*
[2010/03/13 19:10] Tari Magda chuckles, 'Well enjoy your stay little one
[2010/03/13 19:10] Kyoka Setsuko motions to the body on the floor, rubbing his blood smeared fingers together. "I will.. I suppose you won't mind if I tear this one's heart out and feast upon it.."
[2010/03/13 19:11] Kyoka Setsuko clacks his claw a little, the sound grating in the elven hall. "After all, your people seem to have left them for dead." He says, motioning to the bodies.
[2010/03/13 19:11] natasja123 Aldrin: *wouled need a clerik soon or new blood*
[2010/03/13 19:12] Tari Magda looks at the little one her eyes clous over she has had enough she tries to push the drow back, 'Know your place in my castle male or I will remind you."
[2010/03/13 19:14] Kyoka Setsuko gets shoved a little back by the female. This only seems to make him more excited and energized.. "Mmm... My place..." He says, wiggling a finger in her direction.. "Certainly." He says a little dangerously, not bothering to elaborate on that. He would sit and wait for the demon to return... he hoped to see more destruction and blood spewing...
[2010/03/13 19:14] Tari Magda: go find a spot and sit and you will be small dark one ,
[2010/03/13 19:15] Tari Magda: She looks down at Voor and starts ripping her sleeves to stop the bleeding
[2010/03/13 19:16] natasja123 Aldrin: *is not bleeding since 10 min .... since she have not enough blood in her body anymore for it*
[2010/03/13 19:17] Kyoka Setsuko begins to slink off while the others are distracted, perhaps to break into some rooms and steal something, or to slip up behind an unsuspecting elf and slit their throat... One never knew with him, after all... Or perhaps he had some darker purpose in all this- these demons...
[2010/03/13 19:23] Kyoka Setsuko manages to traverse up the stairs, leaving below the blood spattered bodies, the wounded- or perhaps the dead. He had never really had much of a chance to get a good look around the High Elven Castle.. and he would take advantage of the opportunity. Spying upon some pottery he wanders over toward it, looking it over as though carefully appraising it. Elven-made craftwork was certainly better than rivvil trash, but could not meet the high standards of Drow craftsmanship. Having no qualms, he reached toward a smaller item and slipped it into his pouch during the confusion and tumult below.
[2010/03/13 19:27] Kyoka Setsuko pads across the room, continuing to look around, his eyes avoiding the fireplace- even through his wrapped black cloth, the orbs of his eyes were sensitive to the blaze... What else could he pilfer... His mask'd head whipped around the room framed by snow white locks... He didn't even seem the least bit concerned about getting caught at this point, having entered without question and not even having been thrown out..
[2010/03/13 19:30] Kyoka Setsuko makes his way along the baclony, spying the strange elven books. He did not have a tongue for the language of his most hated enemy, so the books were of little use to him beyond destruction. Since that was the case, he grabbed a few of them from the desk and wandered back over to the blazing fireplace that hurt his eyes... He casually dumped them in. The reflected flame licking up against the small red stones that encrusted his mask, the glow of the hearth rising and falling in the bloodstones.
[2010/03/13 19:32] Kyoka Setsuko seeing the hideous curtains he reaches behind his back and sheaths a dagger- he could have gone for the female, but he decided not to be bothered. The demons would sure come for her. He tears a slit in the curtain, ripping off a healthy chunk of it before dumping it into the roar flames as well. He wondered if the elves would notice his little 'decorating job'.
[2010/03/13 19:33] Equinox Donner assumes his position and watches the dark intruder by the fireplace intently
[2010/03/13 19:00] Azumi Jaxa is just still asleep, but would be able to get to work again if she got some energy from the local mage.
[2010/03/13 19:00] Kyoka Setsuko slips in the door as the male elf exits, wandering over to the bodies of the fallen from across the High Elven chamber. The sight of falling bodies and blood seems to excite him. He reaches to the bodies and runs his dark digits through a pool of blood, letting out a chilling sound beneath his [2010/03/13 19:02] Kyoka Setsuko slathers the blood slowly across his chest, apparently delighting in the destruction caused by the demons. There seemed to be sufficient chaos during the time he had slipped into the building, and no one else had noticed...
[2010/03/13 19:01] natasja123 Aldrin: or when some one wouled care about the now nearly half an hour bleeding 2.nd healer on the floor wouled help someone >.<
[2010/03/13 19:03] Azumi Jaxa is uninjured, unlike Voor, who was bleeding to death.. all Azumi needed was some energy, as she was totally exhausted from her magic
[2010/03/13 19:02] Kyoka Setsuko slathers the blood slowly across his chest, apparently delighting in the destruction caused by the demons. There seemed to be sufficient chaos during the time he had slipped into the building, and no one else had noticed...
[2010/03/13 19:04] natasja123 Aldrin: *is bleeding now more than 30 minutes without notices from arows in her chest and is nearly death .. have not much blood enmore and slowly stop to breath*
[2010/03/13 19:05] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a slow clicking sound that rises in his throat as he continues to rub the blood in, seeing the elves beginning to return from their pursuit of the great winged creatures that wreaked such chaos and destruction. He didn't seem too concerned-as though he knew well enough that the demons would be coming back... Enough to keep them preoccupied... Seeing the one particularly gorey body- blood pooling around it, he reaches down to slathering a little more of it all over himself with a grunt.
[2010/03/13 19:05] Tari Magda: 'What are you doing in here small dark one?'
[2010/03/13 19:06] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a low, dark sound that could only be a chuckle. "The chaos and destruction appeals to me." He says, in a voice that sounds icy like daggers.
[2010/03/13 19:06] Tari Magda: Oh I feel so honored, Silver mark it in a parchment the drow second came to have tea with the queen."
[2010/03/13 19:07] Kyoka Setsuko clacks his metal claw together. "Tea, you say.. Will this tea be made from the blood of your kin?" He says, tilting his head cockily.
[2010/03/13 19:08] Tari Magda: No dear with the blood of yours for many drow have died today,"
[2010/03/13 19:08] Kyoka Setsuko snorts derisively. "You should know the Drow care little for their own people beyond the Priestesses." He says sternly, his mask seeming to give the elves an eviscerating glance.
[2010/03/13 19:09] natasja123 Aldrin: *still breath only a few times in the minute and getting slower*
[2010/03/13 19:10] Tari Magda chuckles, 'Well enjoy your stay little one
[2010/03/13 19:10] Kyoka Setsuko motions to the body on the floor, rubbing his blood smeared fingers together. "I will.. I suppose you won't mind if I tear this one's heart out and feast upon it.."
[2010/03/13 19:11] Kyoka Setsuko clacks his claw a little, the sound grating in the elven hall. "After all, your people seem to have left them for dead." He says, motioning to the bodies.
[2010/03/13 19:11] natasja123 Aldrin: *wouled need a clerik soon or new blood*
[2010/03/13 19:12] Tari Magda looks at the little one her eyes clous over she has had enough she tries to push the drow back, 'Know your place in my castle male or I will remind you."
[2010/03/13 19:14] Kyoka Setsuko gets shoved a little back by the female. This only seems to make him more excited and energized.. "Mmm... My place..." He says, wiggling a finger in her direction.. "Certainly." He says a little dangerously, not bothering to elaborate on that. He would sit and wait for the demon to return... he hoped to see more destruction and blood spewing...
[2010/03/13 19:14] Tari Magda: go find a spot and sit and you will be small dark one ,
[2010/03/13 19:15] Tari Magda: She looks down at Voor and starts ripping her sleeves to stop the bleeding
[2010/03/13 19:16] natasja123 Aldrin: *is not bleeding since 10 min .... since she have not enough blood in her body anymore for it*
[2010/03/13 19:17] Kyoka Setsuko begins to slink off while the others are distracted, perhaps to break into some rooms and steal something, or to slip up behind an unsuspecting elf and slit their throat... One never knew with him, after all... Or perhaps he had some darker purpose in all this- these demons...
[2010/03/13 19:23] Kyoka Setsuko manages to traverse up the stairs, leaving below the blood spattered bodies, the wounded- or perhaps the dead. He had never really had much of a chance to get a good look around the High Elven Castle.. and he would take advantage of the opportunity. Spying upon some pottery he wanders over toward it, looking it over as though carefully appraising it. Elven-made craftwork was certainly better than rivvil trash, but could not meet the high standards of Drow craftsmanship. Having no qualms, he reached toward a smaller item and slipped it into his pouch during the confusion and tumult below.
[2010/03/13 19:27] Kyoka Setsuko pads across the room, continuing to look around, his eyes avoiding the fireplace- even through his wrapped black cloth, the orbs of his eyes were sensitive to the blaze... What else could he pilfer... His mask'd head whipped around the room framed by snow white locks... He didn't even seem the least bit concerned about getting caught at this point, having entered without question and not even having been thrown out..
[2010/03/13 19:30] Kyoka Setsuko makes his way along the baclony, spying the strange elven books. He did not have a tongue for the language of his most hated enemy, so the books were of little use to him beyond destruction. Since that was the case, he grabbed a few of them from the desk and wandered back over to the blazing fireplace that hurt his eyes... He casually dumped them in. The reflected flame licking up against the small red stones that encrusted his mask, the glow of the hearth rising and falling in the bloodstones.
[2010/03/13 19:32] Kyoka Setsuko seeing the hideous curtains he reaches behind his back and sheaths a dagger- he could have gone for the female, but he decided not to be bothered. The demons would sure come for her. He tears a slit in the curtain, ripping off a healthy chunk of it before dumping it into the roar flames as well. He wondered if the elves would notice his little 'decorating job'.
[2010/03/13 19:33] Equinox Donner assumes his position and watches the dark intruder by the fireplace intently
Friday, March 12, 2010
Stabby Stabby
[2010/03/12 2:13] Kyoka Setsuko approaches the four legged creatures behind the tavern. They did not have these kinds of creatures in Underdark.. Strange.. surface-creatures.. They stunk of surface earth, and made strange sounds that resonated through the village.. He had not taken the time to notice them before. They seemed lazy and useless.. Sitting there chewing on grass all day... Slurping on water... His eyes narrowed a little.
[2010/03/12 2:15] Kyoka Setsuko slowly reaches his nimble, dark fingers back behind him.. the digits reaching for the blade that lay sheathed behind his back.. His fingers touching down on the grip of his dagger.. As he slowly withdraws it from the sheath engraved with ancient Drowish scrawlings and markings... The blade glinting in the glaring sunlight that plagued him... The beast was motionless, beyond its low belly hanging down moving about... He was targetting the smaller one now.. Not really interested in the large one.
[2010/03/12 2:20] Kyoka Setsuko reaches his arm slowly.. gently.. almost like a lover.. Stepping forward to trace the glinting blade along the creature's flesh.. It does not seem perturbed. How pathetic this creature is, he thinks to himself, like its human masters.. Unable to do anything but stand in one spot and chew its own spit.... Its time of judgment had come. Quicker than quick, his lightning fast reflexes sprung into action- his hand slipped back a little, swinging through the air like a wretched pendulum, down it came, slashing the creatures neck open in an instant- the beast did not even seem to know as it was slaughtered, only letting out a strangled sound as it began to quickly lose the ability to breath.. Blood spurting from its neck and spraying all over the Drow's armor, littering the grass with red wet stains of death.
[2010/03/12 2:25] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a dark sound as the beasts blood flashes all over its white coat, spraying all over the Drow's hair as he bends into the blade, letting it pierce further into the dying animal's neck... The coppery scent of blood abounded as the red life liquid spilled out everywhere around him... Staining his clothing, his armor, and matting his hair a deep crimson in the places where it hit... He dug the blade in even further, driving it through the creature's windpipe, and likely its esophagus... The wretched little surface beast was dying now.. Dying a swift and merciful death.. It would no longer have to live amongst the humans- and that alone was charity enough. Besides, it had the honour of being slain by a Drow... rather than a wretched rivvil scum...
[2010/03/12 2:27] Kyoka Setsuko continues stabbing the creature as its legs give way beneath it, not even paying attention to the other beast as it seems relatively unconcerned at the destruction of its own kin. As the smaller creature falls over, he bends over it, withdrawing the blade only to dig it in again, stabbing the creature with another swift chop with the lightweight dagger.. Blood spattering across his mask now, and continuing to spray onto his armor.. The grass looked as though it was, itself bleeding profusely... The small pond of blood forming around the body of the kivvil beast..
[2010/03/12 2:28] Jade looked at the cow "It seems these thingses keeps gettings killed" she giggled....thinking n it... "Brother got a cow hoof to the facelast time..."
[2010/03/12 2:29] Kyoka Setsuko feels the beginning of his bloodlust rising in him, drawing the dagger back again to stab at the wretched surface animal.. These things were so weak- so easily slaughtered.. To destroy them was nothing- and they sure did have a lot of blood. he would slather himself in it, he would drench himself in the blood like a warpaint and, head-to-toe in blood begin to wander about the village and the paths, terrifying all and any who came across his path... He drove the dagger back through the air, jabbing it again with the blade. It seemed to have stopped breathing at this point.. The smaller creature no longer letting out any sounds or showing signs of movement beneath its blood-spattered destroyer.
[2010/03/12 2:34] Kyoka Setsuko reaches his slender hand down, not even seeming to have noticed the unseelie- or perhaps he was too preoccupied to give her a moment's word. He continues to drive the dagger in and out of the beast... As blood spurted from its neck and the various other stab-wounds that had formed, it sprayed him in a delightful manner.. The pouring rain of red liquid drenching him, washing him over like a baptism of blood... He tilted his head back to the sky in the glory of it all.. reaching his hand up to his chest to slather the blood around a little, feeling its warm hot wetness in his hand. He was beginning to get aroused now.. The bloodlust inside of him growing stronger... he felt like he wanted to tear a few holes in the creature.. For purposes less than sanitary... Corpses always made for lovely playthings... Especially ones spewing forth blood. He was depraved, after all.. The joy of the blood covering his body only increased his desires and lusts... His dark tongue slipped out from behind the
[2010/03/12 2:35] Kyoka Setsuko spider mask he wore.. Running tenderly along his lips.. The creature was his now. His kill. His blood. His and no one else's. His property.. he would do with it as he pleased, now that he had disposed with its life. And since no humans seemed to be around to protest, he reached down to grab at one of its stubby little legs.
[2010/03/12 2:38] Kyoka Setsuko grabbed at the creature's leg a little more forcefully, catching onto the corpse's foot. He was pulling it upward, drawing the beast's legs toward the sky.. He had stabbed the creature enough now.. Its blood still gushing into the grace- how he yearned to peel back his mask in the descending nightfall, and rub his face int he blood that covered the grass- that spewed forth and oozed from the pathetic creature's lifeless body..
[2010/03/12 2:42] Kyoka Setsuko slipped his dagger- still drenched in the beast's blood, back into its sheath around his waist... Ever so slowly, he began to drag the dead beast away from its kin.. Letting it leave a sickening trail of blood behind him.. The blood was beautiful and dark, deep red.. The colour of precious stones as it spilled out of the creature and all over the ground.. Bubbling and oozing.. No protest was given by anyone, it seemed. And so he began to drag the kivvil animal away.. Pulling it by its hind legs and dragging the corpse slowly away from the village- the trail of blood drenching the ground and the pathway that he walked- as if some kind of a horrible reminder, or pathway to the Drow.. Perhaps someone would come, wondering what happened to the little calve.. And find the sickening trail of blood there..
[2010/03/12 2:43] Kyoka Setsuko pushes his feet into the firm earth.. Letting his arms flex a little beneath the weight of his armor as he forced the calve partially into the air and dragged it behind him. He didn't care if the corpse was damaged at this point. It wasn't like he had ever planned to eat it or use it for anything anyway..
[2010/03/12 2:45] Kyoka Setsuko begins slowly dragging the corpse of the animal behind him, making a slow but steady progress toward the edge of the Misty Village... his footsteps totally drenched with the blood of his kill. To be sure, the bloodlust within him had risen.. He felt renewed.. The old wounds from the Ancient no longer plagued him now- almost completely healed, and he was able to make quick work of dragging the wretched animal's corpse toward the entrance of the village. Why the humans left their creatures unguarded and unwatched- he did not know.. But he was most certain to take advantage of that.
[2010/03/12 2:52] Kyoka Setsuko drags the beast over the bridge, seeing its tail swaying slightly in the night air.. The breeze picking it up as he continues to drag the creature along.. over the bridge from misty village.. Leaving a blood-spattered trail, staining the wooden planks of the bridge like a little velvety red trail- some kind of beautiful present, he thought to himself.. As he continued to force the creature along by its leg.
[2010/03/12 3:03] Kyoka Setsuko continues to wander down the forest path, sweat dripping from his forehead as he toiled away, dragging the pathetic beast. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it to his destination point after all... Perhaps he should have led the disgusting kivvil creature to the final destination while it was alive..
[2010/03/12 2:15] Kyoka Setsuko slowly reaches his nimble, dark fingers back behind him.. the digits reaching for the blade that lay sheathed behind his back.. His fingers touching down on the grip of his dagger.. As he slowly withdraws it from the sheath engraved with ancient Drowish scrawlings and markings... The blade glinting in the glaring sunlight that plagued him... The beast was motionless, beyond its low belly hanging down moving about... He was targetting the smaller one now.. Not really interested in the large one.
[2010/03/12 2:20] Kyoka Setsuko reaches his arm slowly.. gently.. almost like a lover.. Stepping forward to trace the glinting blade along the creature's flesh.. It does not seem perturbed. How pathetic this creature is, he thinks to himself, like its human masters.. Unable to do anything but stand in one spot and chew its own spit.... Its time of judgment had come. Quicker than quick, his lightning fast reflexes sprung into action- his hand slipped back a little, swinging through the air like a wretched pendulum, down it came, slashing the creatures neck open in an instant- the beast did not even seem to know as it was slaughtered, only letting out a strangled sound as it began to quickly lose the ability to breath.. Blood spurting from its neck and spraying all over the Drow's armor, littering the grass with red wet stains of death.
[2010/03/12 2:25] Kyoka Setsuko lets out a dark sound as the beasts blood flashes all over its white coat, spraying all over the Drow's hair as he bends into the blade, letting it pierce further into the dying animal's neck... The coppery scent of blood abounded as the red life liquid spilled out everywhere around him... Staining his clothing, his armor, and matting his hair a deep crimson in the places where it hit... He dug the blade in even further, driving it through the creature's windpipe, and likely its esophagus... The wretched little surface beast was dying now.. Dying a swift and merciful death.. It would no longer have to live amongst the humans- and that alone was charity enough. Besides, it had the honour of being slain by a Drow... rather than a wretched rivvil scum...
[2010/03/12 2:27] Kyoka Setsuko continues stabbing the creature as its legs give way beneath it, not even paying attention to the other beast as it seems relatively unconcerned at the destruction of its own kin. As the smaller creature falls over, he bends over it, withdrawing the blade only to dig it in again, stabbing the creature with another swift chop with the lightweight dagger.. Blood spattering across his mask now, and continuing to spray onto his armor.. The grass looked as though it was, itself bleeding profusely... The small pond of blood forming around the body of the kivvil beast..
[2010/03/12 2:28] Jade looked at the cow "It seems these thingses keeps gettings killed" she giggled....thinking n it... "Brother got a cow hoof to the facelast time..."
[2010/03/12 2:29] Kyoka Setsuko feels the beginning of his bloodlust rising in him, drawing the dagger back again to stab at the wretched surface animal.. These things were so weak- so easily slaughtered.. To destroy them was nothing- and they sure did have a lot of blood. he would slather himself in it, he would drench himself in the blood like a warpaint and, head-to-toe in blood begin to wander about the village and the paths, terrifying all and any who came across his path... He drove the dagger back through the air, jabbing it again with the blade. It seemed to have stopped breathing at this point.. The smaller creature no longer letting out any sounds or showing signs of movement beneath its blood-spattered destroyer.
[2010/03/12 2:34] Kyoka Setsuko reaches his slender hand down, not even seeming to have noticed the unseelie- or perhaps he was too preoccupied to give her a moment's word. He continues to drive the dagger in and out of the beast... As blood spurted from its neck and the various other stab-wounds that had formed, it sprayed him in a delightful manner.. The pouring rain of red liquid drenching him, washing him over like a baptism of blood... He tilted his head back to the sky in the glory of it all.. reaching his hand up to his chest to slather the blood around a little, feeling its warm hot wetness in his hand. He was beginning to get aroused now.. The bloodlust inside of him growing stronger... he felt like he wanted to tear a few holes in the creature.. For purposes less than sanitary... Corpses always made for lovely playthings... Especially ones spewing forth blood. He was depraved, after all.. The joy of the blood covering his body only increased his desires and lusts... His dark tongue slipped out from behind the
[2010/03/12 2:35] Kyoka Setsuko spider mask he wore.. Running tenderly along his lips.. The creature was his now. His kill. His blood. His and no one else's. His property.. he would do with it as he pleased, now that he had disposed with its life. And since no humans seemed to be around to protest, he reached down to grab at one of its stubby little legs.
[2010/03/12 2:38] Kyoka Setsuko grabbed at the creature's leg a little more forcefully, catching onto the corpse's foot. He was pulling it upward, drawing the beast's legs toward the sky.. He had stabbed the creature enough now.. Its blood still gushing into the grace- how he yearned to peel back his mask in the descending nightfall, and rub his face int he blood that covered the grass- that spewed forth and oozed from the pathetic creature's lifeless body..
[2010/03/12 2:42] Kyoka Setsuko slipped his dagger- still drenched in the beast's blood, back into its sheath around his waist... Ever so slowly, he began to drag the dead beast away from its kin.. Letting it leave a sickening trail of blood behind him.. The blood was beautiful and dark, deep red.. The colour of precious stones as it spilled out of the creature and all over the ground.. Bubbling and oozing.. No protest was given by anyone, it seemed. And so he began to drag the kivvil animal away.. Pulling it by its hind legs and dragging the corpse slowly away from the village- the trail of blood drenching the ground and the pathway that he walked- as if some kind of a horrible reminder, or pathway to the Drow.. Perhaps someone would come, wondering what happened to the little calve.. And find the sickening trail of blood there..
[2010/03/12 2:43] Kyoka Setsuko pushes his feet into the firm earth.. Letting his arms flex a little beneath the weight of his armor as he forced the calve partially into the air and dragged it behind him. He didn't care if the corpse was damaged at this point. It wasn't like he had ever planned to eat it or use it for anything anyway..
[2010/03/12 2:45] Kyoka Setsuko begins slowly dragging the corpse of the animal behind him, making a slow but steady progress toward the edge of the Misty Village... his footsteps totally drenched with the blood of his kill. To be sure, the bloodlust within him had risen.. He felt renewed.. The old wounds from the Ancient no longer plagued him now- almost completely healed, and he was able to make quick work of dragging the wretched animal's corpse toward the entrance of the village. Why the humans left their creatures unguarded and unwatched- he did not know.. But he was most certain to take advantage of that.
[2010/03/12 2:52] Kyoka Setsuko drags the beast over the bridge, seeing its tail swaying slightly in the night air.. The breeze picking it up as he continues to drag the creature along.. over the bridge from misty village.. Leaving a blood-spattered trail, staining the wooden planks of the bridge like a little velvety red trail- some kind of beautiful present, he thought to himself.. As he continued to force the creature along by its leg.
[2010/03/12 3:03] Kyoka Setsuko continues to wander down the forest path, sweat dripping from his forehead as he toiled away, dragging the pathetic beast. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it to his destination point after all... Perhaps he should have led the disgusting kivvil creature to the final destination while it was alive..
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mmm.. Charred Corpses
[2010/03/11 21:42] Kyoka Setsuko doesn't seem to hear the Dark Queen- or care about what she says. Sometimes he was off in his own little wordly. Right now he was thinking about some charred corpses- the elven female had in fact mentioned piling up the sick at shrines.. And he could only thing of burning the piles of bodies now... His dark tongue slipping out behind the layers of black cloth and running along his lips.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Kyo Scares Redthorn
[9:41] Redthorn Kutenai: Vedui
[9:43] Kyoka Setsuko runs along the wooden pathway of the Wild Elf home, managing to track down the male that had passed by him.
[9:43] Redthorn Kutenai wonders why this man has followed him
[9:44] Kyoka Setsuko starts slowly circling the path, his footsteps dark and heavy upon the ground, like a plague where he sets his feet. Behind his eerie, spiked mask and the layers of fabric that cover over his face, he notices the figure's stave, but says nothing...
[9:46] Redthorn Kutenai finally summons up the courage to ask, "Why did you follow me here, if I may ask?"
[9:48] Kyoka Setsuko steps forward a little, his ensorceled right hand making an eerie sound as he clacks the little metal pieces that cover his fingers together.. The scratching of powerful metal against metal creates a spectral, grating sound that lingers upon the wind... He takes a few more footfalls forward, his powerful boots scuffing the wooden trail of the Wild Elf home... He raises his bare hand, which is soaking, fresh with blood... and splays it out against his chest, which is also drenched with the red fluid... He runs a slender, dark finger along his chest, seeming to enjoy the stench of death that reeks from him.
[9:50] Redthorn Kutenai wonders if this guy is some phsyco killer looking for a victim. Thorn won't be murdered again, no matter what he just won't let it be
[9:53] Kyoka Setsuko steps a little closer, almost within arms-length of the long-haired male. His footsteps snap and crack against the wooden walkway, as the planks begin to tear and splinter beneath his callous movements. The spiked, metal-wrought mask that he wears gleams in the sunlight, small red stones forming hideous, uncanny eyes catching the rays of stray light beams at odd angles, morphing them into twisted, hideous shapes... The reek of the fresh kill grows stronger as he draws ever-nearer toward the elf. A low, guttural sound begins to emit from his throat, like some kind of strange animal being horribly strangled to death... he seems to be gasping for air, as though he cannot breath, his voice growing from a hoarse whisper to a full-on clicking sound. The strange sound emerges from deep within his throat, bursting forth as though he is projecting it through his mask and into the air...
[9:57] Redthorn Kutenai is completely freaked out now. He think he better just run instead of fighting, knowing how savage he was for those five years in the forest. "Pardon me sir, but I must go. Namaarie" He jumps over the guy and runs as fast as he can. He thinks if he must fight, maybe the bridge is a good place for it, or some open area.
[9:43] Kyoka Setsuko runs along the wooden pathway of the Wild Elf home, managing to track down the male that had passed by him.
[9:43] Redthorn Kutenai wonders why this man has followed him
[9:44] Kyoka Setsuko starts slowly circling the path, his footsteps dark and heavy upon the ground, like a plague where he sets his feet. Behind his eerie, spiked mask and the layers of fabric that cover over his face, he notices the figure's stave, but says nothing...
[9:46] Redthorn Kutenai finally summons up the courage to ask, "Why did you follow me here, if I may ask?"
[9:48] Kyoka Setsuko steps forward a little, his ensorceled right hand making an eerie sound as he clacks the little metal pieces that cover his fingers together.. The scratching of powerful metal against metal creates a spectral, grating sound that lingers upon the wind... He takes a few more footfalls forward, his powerful boots scuffing the wooden trail of the Wild Elf home... He raises his bare hand, which is soaking, fresh with blood... and splays it out against his chest, which is also drenched with the red fluid... He runs a slender, dark finger along his chest, seeming to enjoy the stench of death that reeks from him.
[9:50] Redthorn Kutenai wonders if this guy is some phsyco killer looking for a victim. Thorn won't be murdered again, no matter what he just won't let it be
[9:53] Kyoka Setsuko steps a little closer, almost within arms-length of the long-haired male. His footsteps snap and crack against the wooden walkway, as the planks begin to tear and splinter beneath his callous movements. The spiked, metal-wrought mask that he wears gleams in the sunlight, small red stones forming hideous, uncanny eyes catching the rays of stray light beams at odd angles, morphing them into twisted, hideous shapes... The reek of the fresh kill grows stronger as he draws ever-nearer toward the elf. A low, guttural sound begins to emit from his throat, like some kind of strange animal being horribly strangled to death... he seems to be gasping for air, as though he cannot breath, his voice growing from a hoarse whisper to a full-on clicking sound. The strange sound emerges from deep within his throat, bursting forth as though he is projecting it through his mask and into the air...
[9:57] Redthorn Kutenai is completely freaked out now. He think he better just run instead of fighting, knowing how savage he was for those five years in the forest. "Pardon me sir, but I must go. Namaarie" He jumps over the guy and runs as fast as he can. He thinks if he must fight, maybe the bridge is a good place for it, or some open area.
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