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Post by Nymph & Titan on Nov 27, 2018 0:43:34 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free The goblin had foolishly invested in a rather reckless pair of boys. It was not so much a complication in dealing with them but, more over, a desperate proposition devoid of choice. They were prideful and far from being amicable individuals. It led to rowdy negotiations that could easily have the Twins turning on the Beastman. But the one constant that the brothers suffered, which could be counted: was they saw themselves above humans. They would not break sworn vows, or strike a man who had turned his back to them. In this Fyursos could easily devise a method in which to obtain their trust and, like, their obedience. He may even foster an understanding beyond the unmanageable spite the pair seemed to carry for mortal men, goblin or no. Reverting to his humanoid form, of course doing to hop off Fyursos shoulder in the process the beast stalked ahead, a hunter on a mission. He darted about on all fours, sniffing crevasses that were encased in icy arches and along melted paths burrowed through the constant march of enemies. The brute approached a fallen log and climbed atop. There he would perch and look upon the oblin with furrowed brows. "This place is mystic, protected by all manner of spirits, including us. While you will not be harrowed by them the natural threats of predators and unstable surfaces would easily be suffered by one so bulky." After all the pair's true forms were a compact size that was more than not lighter than air. As if to punctuate this the titanic fiend reverted to his draconic form and slithered along to a still standing pine, scaling it to observe their path. Forward and ahead the Large Snowmen gathered at the end of the path, searching for the cause of the commotion over the eastern ledge. Fyursos' actions had taken out a few of the Wilds, the rest scattered by fear of defeat and understanding that what they guarded was not worth the price if they could not covet it! Little could be said of the snowy landscape for it suffered the same perils as many lands as such did. Commotion could easily unsettle the mounds of snow built atop even greater stores of the icy sheets. It was at that the Goblin may come to understand that if manipulated just right the cards could fall into his favor and he could take out the remaining Wilds and Large Snowmen in the process. Whatever these creatures were they were cause for worry and seemed much worse than the twins combined, based on the simple fact of the Heartless being much harder to control without substantial -- power. "You worry overmuch." Nymph presented as he regained his human form and pushed to Fyursos side, pointing off to the cavern atop the path they needed to walk. "If I were you I would concern over what exactly sits to suffer us peril from our totem." He motioned his hand. "They say it is some sort of Centaur beast born of the shadows, but this one is greater than the rest and had been a warrior for the human Mongols at sone point." But Nymph thought it was a story, nothing more. Yet he could sense something up there, a faint pulse, as if it were -- careless of their presence! And as they climbed they would all fee its presence: an overwhelming power that bordered on crushing... Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Guardian of the Mountain?
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Post by Fyursos on Dec 14, 2018 17:09:10 GMT -5
Of everything they said, Fyursos was able to gather very little of value. Sure, they clarified it was some sort of centaur (He'd have to get over the shock of learning that centaurs were real later), but other than that there wasn't much new information. Once more, he was left to create a plan of his own. What was worse was that, with all that was going on, he found the fatigue of the situation bearing down on him at well. He hadn't expected to be brought into this kind of scenario so quickly, and now that he was, the tiring nature of it all was sure to make him irritable. Instead of lashing out or scolding their unhelpfulness, though, he took the moment and pondered his surroundings, what information he did have, and... well, he got an idea. Then, in a move he was sure he may regret later, he let his eyes fall shut behind his mask and, for a short moment, he slept.
To anyone else, the process likely appeared to be nothing more than a momentary pause. A short halt to gather his thoughts before proceeding. That was because they weren't aware of the strange things he'd discovered in recent days, things that we was going to put to use now.
When his 'thinking' was done, Fyursos head jolted upward, turning about to confirm where everything was in the area. That tree was there, he was standing here, the others were precisely where he recalled- Perfection. "I have a plan," he said for the first time to them, though to him it was probably the fourth or fifth time he'd done so. Pointing to a tree, he gave an order. "Titan, cut that down. Slash at the near side. It will fall toward me, but it will miss. Don't use magic. That will break too much of it." He counted two paces forward and set his pack down, undoing the upper flap and digging through for several devices which he screwed into each other. They seemed like jumbles of pipe and plate, but Fyursos knew what they really were. The last thing to emerge from the pack was a cylindrical device of which he'd brought quite a few. The Goblin pulled a lever in his amalgamate machine to open a panel, slid the device in, then pushed the panel back into place before flipping another switch to ready it. Though he had technically only done it this one time, he had, in that moment of sleep, lived through the process several times over already. There was no doubt or hesitation in his movements. Only decisive routine.
Another once-over of his machine, and he spoke again. Nymph, stay at my right side. The tree will not hit you."
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Dec 23, 2018 17:46:49 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0274 words commentary Twins do everything together, tearing them apart, or picking on another will disjoint their capacity for cooperation. | Dragons were wild hunters but ostentatious fools when it came to many things. Noble, long lived their young were as fool hearty as the adolescent Hume known across the verse. Their knowledge of their own world was limited by what they could see and experience and with Heartless it was like observing the world inside of a frosted globe of glass. The twins had seen very little of the world, let alone their own as they maintained their small territory on the mountain. The Goblin had come to harvest from it the riches they knew not they sat on and come their contest they receive a choice: do they charge forward recklessly to experience a new facet of existence or stubbornly cling to a dead still past that time would no longer converse with.
The twins came to a stop when the Goblin had halted. Their bodies took their human shapes, the beasts looking to each other before they looked to the disfigured man. Cocking their heads to the side the silence was broken with Fyursos' plan of action. Titan, called first, turned his head up toward the tree the goblin indicated. Dropping to all fours the beast too off through the snow like a jack rabbit, despite the illusion of his size his human form gave.
Nymph was a little less ready to jump at the behest of man. He sneered and looked to his brother. Why did he need to stand back as his helpless, stupid brother did all the work?! His hands clenched into fists as he became angry. He was the only one who could tell Titan what to do!
Titan scaled the side with ease, but to break the tree without magic? Pulling his knee to his chest as he leaped into range he would spin around, landing a ferocious roundhouse kick into the trunk before lunging toward it with a One Inch Punch into the same spot. The dragon landed on his feet, but stumbled forward as the fall was too high! He reached out, catching the edge of the ledge, stabilizing himself like a ram on the side of a mountain. Titan, for some reason, held a sense of de ja vu, but this went better than he thought it would because the tree started to collapse.... But so did the plan.
In a fit of jealousy Nymph charged forward.
Above, from one of the ledges, a figure peered out from the forming blizzard. Down below the Heartless continued to attempt and defend their base. Now Fyursos had to deal with a variable!
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Post by Fyursos on Jan 13, 2019 18:38:24 GMT -5
Though Fyursos didn't look to confirm it, he knew that the adamant one was moving forward, oh so foolishly refusing the command and charging right up until the tree came down, slamming into the snow in front of his feet. Not yet missing a beat, the Goblin chief dove against the decaying log of woodflesh- That tree, partially damaged already and in the perfect location for the plan, was one of few in the area that would have broken easily enough to be viable -and steadying his rifle against it. "Completely unharmed, just as I foresaw," he boasted loudly enough so Nymph would hear. That was all he needed, to provoke his 'ally' just enough. When all was done, whether he moved forward, ran back, stayed or even charged the Goblin for a bit of vengeance, he already knew which it would be, and that placement, in that moment, was precisely what would give him the last bit of information he needed to aim. The crosshair was set, and with just this many inches to the right of that one strand of his hair, and this number of cracks up the cliff face counted, Fyursos knew the shot was lined up perfectly, and so he pulled the trigger and let the package fly.
He didn't hesitate after that. He didn't stay to watch the result, because he already knew what was going to happen, that the metal cylinder would be taken by an updraft as it went, far overshooting any of the Heartless on the slope and instead striking the upper cliff, where it only needed a short moment to flash its strobe. The signal was sent, and like that, all was as he truly needed. His plan was simple, and perhaps even ancient in design, but he'd nevertheless perfected it over numerous attempts in lives he'd technically never lived.
He shot one last glare as he sprinted past the disobedient drakeman. "Today, your mountain bows to me!" he taunted, bounding along the snow and toward the same cliff Titan had nearly flung himself over... which he then flung himself over, likely looking like a fool in the process. What he hadn't told anyone about was the lower ledge, just beneath, which he'd found on attempt four and kept track of on every re-living since. He even dared to tug on Titan's ankle as he fell past, though he only held on as long as the split second he needed to before completing his descent. He steadied himself on the stone and flattened his body against the wall that would be his cover from what was to come.
Specifically, the the specially-orchestrated chain of events to come, as the beacon's message had signaled another, much larger package that was now soaring through the skies on its way to that upper cliff, the one that supported more of the Heartless, possibly their leader, and a massive amount of hefty, unstable, perfectly avalanche-ready snow. When the package hit the wall, it was a massive metal pod that exploded on impact, splitting apart to reveal its contents: Another machine, and one which immediately thrust its staff into a crack in the snow, anchoring itself in suspension far above the bulk of the Heartless. The impact of the pod had already done its damage, meanwhile, and with that, the plan was truly in motion. A great rumbling was clearly audible from further above...
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Feb 26, 2019 17:01:58 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0337 words commentary There isn't any reason to fight when others will fight for you! | The twins would regroup after their tossle and tumble, skittering about in their true forms. The Goblin soothsayer seemed safe so the pair would work on rounding up the shadow-born monkeys into a pile! They bound along the deep snows, laughing away as the Bouncywilds and Sniperwilds found it difficult to contest with the speedy pair. Shifting snows and invisible ice would become an obstacle difficult to manage for the foreign Heartless. The tiny dragonlings would come to a halting stop when the massive Large Snowmen stomped down onto their path. The Green Requiems let out a haunting chime above the massive snow-formed Emblems, committing a formidable pair against the tiny guardians.
When the Halfmeta Faust appeared the pair stood on their hind legs and looked to each other before looking back to the Large Snowmen. They looked to each other once more before mischievous grins drew across their features. They rushed apart as his snowy fist came crashing down: spires of ice jutting up from the ground as a result of the Blizzard-Punch. The pair of dragons rushed toward the Faust: diving under its legs as the Snowmen charged, switching the machine to its target at the last minutes.
“E N O U G H” A mighty voice bellowed from the cavern above.
Dressed in heavy, decorative lamellar armor dyed a deep red and a great bladed ji would complete the fierce form of the Centaur Heartless who had been occupying the mighty top. Around his neck he wore a charm covered in white feathers, his wrists bound in wrapped cloth. Red hooves stamped to ground, causing walls of snow to fall at his command and his minions to tremble.
“S o i t i s y o u! He laughed and held out his hand, commanding the Heartless to swarm Fyursos and the dragon interlopers. For now he was guarded at all sides by slowing walls of snow that would be difficult to scale as he stood above on his perch.
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Post by Fyursos on Mar 30, 2019 20:10:45 GMT -5
Fyursos was eagerly awaiting when they might chase after. The Titan was sure to give in to curiosity and caution, and the Nymph was more than proud enough to be enraged by the taunting if he wasn't dissuaded by the incoming snow. The Goblin chief almost snickered to himself, thinking about how he'd finally managed, after so many attempts, to execute this convoluted plan of his... only to realize that no one had followed him at all. Turning back to climb over the edge again, he saw that they had gotten engrossed in the greater conflict. "Are they deaf, or do they really just lack the attention?" he lamented, supporting himself on his elbows as he held his head and kicked the cliff wall in frustration. Even the Faust had survived long enough to regroup and join the fight. "Oh, that was meant to be expendable! What a waste of a calculated waste..."
Narrowly avoiding a slip, he put his hands back to the ledge and pushed himself up. "Faust, to me!" he called his machine as he went. It dashed over without hesitation, intercepting a nearby Powerwild to pick it up by the head and crack it against that of another, leaving the both of them concussed in the snow as negligible threats. Though the machina was meant as a 'calculated waste', Fyursos gladly took its hand and let it pull him up over the ledge, where he took up his gun and loaded a fresh shot into it. The bullet was immediately spent in a nearby Heartless' chest while Fyursos and his metal companion returned to their distracted allies. He loaded another round, scanning the area for whatever clear path the Faust could open up. He tried not to think about the opposing commander who observed the battle from further up the slope. That was a whole other issue, and he'd resolve it another time.
"Solidarity, friends!" he called out to them once they had all regrouped. "Let snows sweep the rabble, while we all find cover. After that, we'll have a numbers advantage: Three, er, four, to one." He nodded over a shoulder to indicate the Faust, who was currently too busy wrestling down a Snowman to acknowledge the counting error. Though it was technically a stalemate, the Faust was clearly enough in control to show that it was just biding time to keep an exit open for the others to get back to the lower cliff. Meanwhile, when Fyursos looked past the dragons and up the slope, he could see the snow tumbling down on the upper parts of the mountain. Soon enough, it would be crashing down here too, meaning they had little time left to find safety. He doubted the beasts would perish in it, and Fyursos himself technically wouldn't either, but getting caught up in the incoming maelstrom of ice and stones was still an experience he'd prefer avoiding.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Apr 4, 2019 23:53:34 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0000 words commentary and any notes you wanna put can go here. doesn't scroll, but it'll stretch as long as it needs to for everything to fit. | Unfortunately for the Goblin the Dragon twins had been unable to regard his taunts with an effort of curiosity or clamor as the snows began to fall and surrounded them in a cacophony of catastrophe.
Four against one seemed like the perfect odds for a villainous sort. When it came to Heartless there seemed bone more devious and dastardly. At least the snow created a barrier that kept the chittering reinforcements of Bouncywilds and Sniperwilds from entering the fray. The mountain was sectioned off by levels, traversed primarily along the path often trapped between frozen and icy.
The base, from whence they had come was filled with powdery snow that made travelling difficult. The second level, which they reached by climbing the paths: was now blocked off by several ilms of snow. They would have to find another way to the third level where, just above, the Centaur was at the peak!
With the Goblin confident of their progress the twins would stand at the underside of one of the ledges leading up the path. Fai stood strong and Cause on his shoulders. "Come on!" Cai called to Fyursos with his hand outstretched. They could hoist him to the level above. The Faust would have to defeat the snowman to proceed but with it occupied the others could sneak ahead in haste. It was only a matter of time before the second level was under fulms of snow!
There were no wnemies on the third level, but the Centaur Heartless has a clearer view of them for he currently commanded his snowman against the Faust! |
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Post by Fyursos on May 3, 2019 22:20:33 GMT -5
They were lucky that they could find a suitable ledge to slip under, taking cover from the central flow of the avalanche in the time it took to pass. With that gone, the remaining stream of snow and stones seemed to have been diverted, forming a convenient barrier between them and any would-be reinforcements. So long as they could get up another few steps, there wouldn't be much left between them and their target, and the Guardians didn't need any prompting before they already set about getting the party up and over. Fyursos only paused to call back to his mechanized companion, "Leave it- We're moving!" before taking the Nymph's invitation and being sent up to the edge, where he held on and scrambled over until he could get up to a kneel and ready his rifle for whatever may come next.
The Faust, meanwhile, had heard its master loud and clear. It broke away a hand from its grapple, then lunged in with it to grab the Snowman's head, pulling it in for a hefty headbutt before shoving it away to be taken up by the swift torrent of ice. After a short moment to make an obscene hand-gesture at the out-of-sight Heartless, it turned back and regrouped, climbing up the ledge with far more ease than its commander could have boasted. Once there, it pulled a baton from its back which telescoped into a mace with a long shaft, a hefty rod that would likely prove ideal for bludgeoning its next foe.
Fyursos slapped a round into its chamber and took aim at the four-legged beast that held the ground they wanted. "This is your last warning, stranger!" he so courteously shouted in its direction. "Mine is a fair demand: Release your stolen land and goods and your folk will only be banished. If you choose to retaliate, know that you will not succeed in doing so." Of course, he didn't need to reincarnate himself to know what the response would be. Even if their enemy chose to veil it in monologue, there was no way it would just surrender. The Faust was the only one among them that came close to its size, after all, so they weren't the spitting image of intimidation. Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't give it the option. Besides, if it did surrender, then that was less of their effort spent in the end.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on May 27, 2019 11:33:25 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0000 words commentary Battle time! | The twins were not the most organized fighters. While together they were used to fighting apart, and had done so for many years. It was only recently that they were relearning their combined ways. Looking to each other than to the goblin they would take their smaller forms, cheering.
"Let's go!" Nymph hailed as he dropped to all fours and raced after Fuysos. Standing up at his side he tapped his hind foot impatiently as the two foot serpentine dragon held his pose.
"Coming, coming!" Titan slid under his sibling and pushed under him until he was propped on his shoulders in a totem.
"Surrender! This is the mountain that holds many great powers, none of which belong to you!" he squirmed and flailed his fist. "It's mine!!" The squealed out.
The monstrous Centaur cocked his head, glowing eyes turning towards the invaders. Chuckling deeply. In one hand it carried its massive pike whilst it held out its fist. Opening it with the palm down a string would tangle down a pair of feathers. One black and one white.
""Our feathers!"" The twins shouted.
"Give me back my totem!" Nymph demanded, but the Centaur would lay it against his halberd which would cause it and his armor to transform. From a gaudy red to a shimmering blue the Centaur's armor changed and became a majestic cover of scaled plate that was loose and flexible around its heavy form. Hooves would stamp against the ground, calling out waves of snow and pelts of hail which rose above him
"I decline." He roared before swinging out the halberd and batting three large hailstones at the collection. |
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Post by Fyursos on Jun 22, 2019 12:51:52 GMT -5
As expected, there wasn't much negotiation to be had. The Centaur's response was concise, almost rudely so, and adding to the offense was the barrage of ice to come soon after. None of them seemed to have been aimed at anything in particular, but the Faust stepped forward to smack one out of the air with its mace anyway. From there, it charged forward, letting that mace hang in its hand near its left hip on the approach. Once it was close, it swung upward diagonally, instigating a melee with as aggressive a gesture it could manage. It wouldn't let the Heartless cast those spells without some kind of interference. With one hand swinging the mace, the other reached out in an attempt to grab at the target. Whether that hand took hold of the pike or just the shoulder didn't matter, so long as it anchored itself with the beast.
"We'll cover. The totem is yours." Fyursos didn't feel the need to make any complicated strategy for this, instead choosing to stick with the bare necessities since his two guests had thus far favored passion over planning. With the Faust occupying their target, the Goblin took a wider approach around its right side- its pike side -and took aim as he ran to pop a round into its side. Hitting such a large target was no challenge at all, especially when it would have to manage both its melee game and the ranged attacks from another angle. Fyursos was playing cautious, though, taking the opposite side of the totem both to avoid damaging it and to allow a chance for the drakes to close in on it. While he hoped his tactics worked smoothly, he feared what tricks this demon may have. He might be a master of the dragons' magics by now, or he might be a total novice. Fyursos wanted to keep his distance until he had a measure of which was true.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Jul 24, 2019 11:07:48 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0000 words commentary the only way to become powerful is to consume your enemies | Fyursos had every right to concern over the twins' reckless streak, but upon considering they were some native breed of Dragon, who not only behaved, but looked and acted much akin to the dragonets of which eventually gained the fortitude and size of their walking and flying kin. One could surmise such behavior was not due to the ferocious and feral nature of angered horde, as most times the hordes were an unsettling measure of cunning: but instead the actions of the two could be attributed to their youth!
They were but pups who played dangerous games with Heartless! The Centaur reared up, laughs bellowing from his belly as he spun he halberd over his head. "Cover me will you?!"
The beast stomped onto the ground and let out a shockwave of energy which kicked up waves of snow and ice. The twins had lunged out at monster only for it to swing it's spear at them, but the miniature dragonets dropped down a s scurried between his legs before dashing out towards the totem. The yellow eyed Centaur blinked, its heavy upper body making it difficult to move in a free range. In its distraction the stallion was hit with the shot and let out a scream. The injury bled shadow, it's hand coming over its side.
"I'll consume you!"
It roared.
The twins squeaked in shock, the darker twin looking back in surprise. The lighter kin grabbed his sibling and made a dash for the caverns. With the Centaur enraged it would charge the doll and his master with the spear out and poised to impale them! In the while a handful of shadows formed at the mouth of the cave after the dragons entered, they were keen on stop them! Fyursos needed to just get one good hit in to knock the Centaur prone before getting past them. Whatever that totem was gave it power making it an unusually formidable opponent.
The totem has a source of energy akin to Materia, but it was aspected to light and quite powerful as well as rare.
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Post by Fyursos on Aug 12, 2019 22:17:51 GMT -5
Fyursos didn't hesitate to loose the exhaust from his rifle, even though maneuvering around the smoking barrel was hazardous. "Yes, actually," he answered the Centaur's accusation. "That's precisely what I intend to do." The demon didn't seem pleased, judging by how it leaned into a joust. As brawny and effective a leader the creature may be, it was too eager to show its hand. Even the near-mindless machine of a Faust had no trouble stepping into the charge, parrying the pole with its rod before swinging it back around toward its opponent's head, a strike that was sure to dizzy him, at the very least, if not send him to the ground momentarily. The machina wasn't satisfied with that level of safety for its party, though, and so it stood ready to respond to whatever the Centaur may do, its rod raised high to club it again should it chose to attack.
Fyursos, confident his machine would hold up long enough, so he turned his attention to where the dragons had gone. He took stock of the threat and quickly loaded a crystal into the chamber of his rifle, slapping the bolt closed and taking aim before firing into the growing crowd. The crystal detonated once it reached the Shadows, engulfing them in a wafting flame that would serve to scorch the earth, theoretically clearing a path for his allies to move in closer. When he opened the bolt back up, though, the steam and smoke proved far more dramatic than that of the normal charges, and he had to let the weapon rest a moment before he attempted to load it again. The others would be without cover for the time being, but Fyursos was confident they could find what they were looking for. If they didn't, well, he'd just have to go back and think up a better approach, wouldn't he?
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Oct 6, 2019 18:07:53 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 0000 words commentary HENSHIN?! | The twins made it into the cavern. It had been as they remembered it. It was once their home a place to find shelter from storms and roost when they had no where else they felt at peace. Old clutter still littered the floor: broken bits of simple furniture traditionally found in the villages at the mountain's base: trampled by the centaur. A hearth that had long since grown cold had been the center of their living space: flames frozen by sheets of ice which had been kicked up by the wild beast on its search for a heart. It coveted the totem, but there was little it could do with only half a heart. So it sought to lure both brothers so it could have both because the feathered totem was part of a whole which the larger kin had in its possession.
The Heartless was easy to reflect. Despite its sentience and ability to talk it was a Heartless. These were but remnants of a heart it no longer had: shadows of intelligence that were not but instinct that ground away for a heart. The power it had consumed from Nymph's totem had given it some presence of mind, but hardly enough. With a clash and a spark of metals the Centaur tumbled back, moving to grip its blade. It was hardly clever and made to charge again, having naught but its power in its arsenal!
In the cave the two searched the ruin of their former home, eyes drifting from part and piece. Lifting remnants of books, bits of wood and twists of woven planks they would search for the lost totem. Nymph would slump in front of the cold hearth and lament.
"What if it is never found?" The white dragon felt a chill in his spines, moving to hug his claws around his small form.
As Titan reached out in an attempt to soothe his kin eyes would catch the glimmer between a crack in the wall marked by the beast's halberd in their last confrontation.
"Cai!" Titan would bound toward the hole and look in, his brother soon after his tail. The skittering, wingless dragonnets moved to stand on their hinds and looked in. It seemed the Centaur had been unable to secure the totem, his arms too thick. Looking to each other the twins would blink before Nymph reached inside.
Outside the Heartless minions would face quick doom against the Goobieboom, hardly a match for the advancements of Gobbietech and magic! But one had to contend with the heavy hitting tuar!
"Enough!" It roared and jumped back with a swiftness given to its equine portion before charging its hefty form into the Faust with the attempt to knock it back with a Charge] attack, looking to knockback the robotic assistant!
A flash of light and dark burst from the cave washing the mountaintop with a warm air that began to melt the ice and snow underfoot and hoof. From the cavern came the twins in their human forms. Around their wrists hung matching totems of feathers which seemed to radiate with power which, when gleamed, can compare to a highly potent Materia. The fetishes were the source of the dragon's power and were one to ever get a hold of it would like gain the power of a dragon as well...
"Shall we even the space?" Nymph smirked as Titan stood behind him and cracked their knuckles as the taste of battle burned on their lips.
It would take the whole of their arsenal to tear the Centaur from its stolen territory.
"My Heart!" But it was not theirs, but it would not stop them! Again they would grab the halberd and swing wide with a phenomenal reach of power that would shake the air with force! |
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Post by Fyursos on Dec 9, 2019 19:08:23 GMT -5
Unfortunately for this particular gobbie captain, his machine did have its limits, and it wasn't quick enough on the draw to avoid getting thrown aside by the demon's Charge. Fyursos saw it coming from not quite a mile, but a long ways away nonetheless. He chose not to dodge it, however. Instead, he finished loading a new cartridge into his gun, whapped it against the side of his pack, then spun about to swing that hefty thing in the Centaur's direction. The pouch he had struck was one of several where he had kept his wind crystals, and riling them up sent a veritable storm into the path of the oncoming threat, kicking up a mist of white from the snow and battering him with winds that forced him far off his course. Fyursos, meanwhile, quickly slung that pack back over his shoulder and used the opening he'd made to slip right on through the floating powders.
The disruption from one side and distraction from the Twins on the other meant it was no challenge at all to get by, but again, Fyursos chose the less evasive route. The kicked-up snow was a perfect shroud against the bare eyes of their opponent, but this gobbo never left home without his goggles! With them, he could pick out his target without fear of his eyes a-watering, and took the chance not only to shoot off a round into its side, but to duck under it, rolling through the snow onto its other side and skipping off back into the mist.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Mar 2, 2020 13:38:33 GMT -5
Let my Fangs purify you! | Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? | 1029 words commentary Dragons that could wear the skins of man were more dangerous than dragons who only had one skin. | The Centaur found itself buffeted by the Goblin’s strike and, as it dug its hooves into the snowy surface to resituate itself a laugh bellowed from deep in its belly. It smacked the shaft of the weapon into his left palm, head turning to look to the Goblin as the right hand gripped tightly over the monstrous halberd. The beast was covered in armor, but it was primitive, at best, and at worse it could have easily been deflecting the Goblin’s blows. The hallowed mountain seemed cursed with the presence of the Heartless and if not for the efforts of the twins and the Goblin it would have remained at peace and a haven for the fiends.
Inside the cavern where the Centaur had secured the dragon’s totem: a light would begin to flood out, taking with it a few of the curious Monkey Heartless that thought a clever idea to peer in. With surprised shrieks and cheeps they were obliterated by the beam of light. The Centaur had pulled up its arm protectively, roaring out as the snows continued to smoke and melt around them from Fyursos’ assault. Soon the snow covered mountain top would become a verdant plateau of ragged cliffs and rolling hills. The Centaur jumped back, its hooves clattering against the now exposed stones as it would hold out its mighty weapon.
Two figures would step from the cave, much taller than a pair of wingless dragonnets. One had fiery red hair and wore a black, tribalesque wrap around his chest that had sleeves running the length of his arm, ending at the tops of the back of his hands. Thick, white fur ran from over his left shoulder, billowing lightly in the gentle wind that snaked over the mountain slopes. A loose culotte would come to a stop just at their thighs with thick, black leather boots grinding ferociously into the freshly exposed grass. A belt around their waist seemed to depict a dragon’s head with spikes decorating the circling piece of armor. His left hand was covered with a tan glove, whilst from his gloveless, right wrist dangled a feather decorated totem that hummed with power. Moving to step in front of this man who emenated a thick, dark energy that the Goblin would like recognize as Umbral: was a shorter youth with paler skin from the other lightly tanned beast. He, himself, wore a black, short-sleeved shirt which, overtop, was a padded, red vest. Tight jeans were rolled up at the cuffs to just beneath the knees where ankle boots would stand over the grass with a gentler touch by compare. The belt around his hips had straps at either end which seemed to serve no greater purpose than decoration, but it too served a function. On both hands the man had black, fingerless gloves which, at the ends of his left hand, clutched a glowing feather totem: the one that the Centaur had liberated from its mountain gods. This fellow seemed to glow with an aetherial light that contrasted the other. His hair was a softer auburn hue.
Raising his hand the boy would press the totem to his chest, absorbing it as the radiant glow of wings seemed to halo his figure as he returned the power to its rightful place. Both the Shadowmancer and Astralmancer would part their mouths in a grin. One was feral, hungry and bestial whilst the other was gentle, yet sharp. Fangs from end to end as they stood belly to back before both would lower themselves into contrasting poses. The umbral dragon would pull back his left fist and hold out his right palm as his legs parted at equal width to his shoulders. The smaller astral dragon would stand straight and hold both fists out with one at a lower position and the other slightly more forward as they stared down the massive Heartless.
While the Goblin may have been unsure who these figures were the bellow of their voices cleared up their identities: “These are our mountains! You are not welcome here!” Cai let out a commanding roar before, from behind him, Fai would charge with Void Tackle and crush into the Heartless torso with his full size.
Fai pushed the beast back with little effort. “You’ll be consumed . . . “ He glared up at the Heartless with those amber eyes letting off a piercing glow like molten gold. Fight as the Centaur may to push Fai off: the titanic dragon had the bloodline strength of his ancestors and would not be quelled so easily.
Cai would inhale before letting out a bursting stream of dragon’s breath, but in the stead of fire as Fyusos may be well used to: it was a burst of light that burned the Heartless’ face and would cause it to scream in agony as it was partially disintegrated by the attack.
“That attack! What are you --?!” But before the Centaur could find answer in its suffering Fai would smile wildly before pulling back his left arm which had been coated in darkness.
“You should just die, so we can eat you.” These were not the words of some human or any beast the Heartless would come across in his vile ventures in search of a heart. Fai completed his motion and would send a Void Punch into the quadrupedal monster’s side.
With no snow to buffer its fall: the Centaur would tumble across the way towards the lip of a ledge. The equineesque warrior was brought to two of its four knees, using its halberd to keep upright. A moment longer the Heartless pushed to stand and was once again at the ready. It was heavily damaged with half of its face slowly fading away from the previous light assault. No, no, no! They had been so close to getting a heart! It lashed its halberd’s pointed end in the air wildly.
“NO! It was mine! I was to be whole again! Whole, whole, whole!” But there was nothing that would mend the damaged Heartless no matter what it did to regain a heart because, in the end, the Heart was not his...
Void Tackle: 3 Cooldown Focusing darkness around his body, Fai can throw himself at his opponent in a full-bodied tackle. This ability counts as magic and cuts through Protect-like spells and abilities.
Light Breath: 2 Post Duration; 3 Cooldown Focusing light in his belly, Cai can breathe a cone of holy that inhibits curses and damages. The darkness ability acts like a Silence spell and removes the opponents ability to cast spells at Cai for up to two posts.
Void Punch: 3 Cooldown Focusing darkness around his left hand, Fai throws a punch that counts as a Magic attack and cannot be defended against with Protect or Protect-like abilities.
Passives:
Dragon Bloodline: 4 Cooldown Being born dragons they can take their true forms, but in doing so they lose access to all non-colored abilities, except their passives. Despite their human ages they are adolescent dragons at best and stand at only about four three feet tall, with traditional long, serpentine bodies and tiny wings. Their horns are but nubs and they have no adult whiskers. In this form they can get into tighter spaces and are easier to travel with. They can only use this ability sparingly when in combat, but otherwise use freely.
Acrobatics: A life in the mountains Cai and Fai have skillful steps even on the most rugged terrain. They are not easily thrown off balance. This is a latent ability that prevents them from being knocked down prone.
Dragon Strength: Being born a dragon, Cai and Fai have greater strength than an average human so certain physical abilities are without regard to physical limitation, but this is also based on their size. Their human sizes have far different threshold than their smaller, adolescent Dragon sizes.
Martial Arts: Being trained in the Land of Dragons, Cai and Fai have basic combat ability and possesses a specific style to their fighting in line with those from the Land of Dragons.
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