Katroi felt the air knocked out of her as the dragon grabbed her by the back. Dangling limply in its grasp. Glancing down at the pendant around her neck, gripping it with her paw. Letting out a deep hiss at the dragon that had her within his grasp. Flailing, attempting to free herself from its grasp. Gazing down at the gem in her grasp, watching it return to its normal coloration. Her eyes narrowed before thrashing again, if she could get airborne she would have an advantage over the larger dragon.
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Katroi gasped, attempting to take in air apon impact but she couldn't. The force of the dragon was enough to make her breathing labored, forcing her to become dizzy from the lack of air. She couldn't even take in enough air to release any bursts of mana. Suddenly she kicked out with a powerful hind leg, grabbing the limbs pinning her down with her own frontal limbs. A long tail thrashed around, attempting to hit anything within reach. The hand gripping the stone stayed closed, keeping the gem within her grasp. She was determined to keep on fighting, she wasn't dying before freeing Neckora, if she had a say in it.
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OOC:.
*Waves*
Hey Paron! ^·^
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The sylvon's body twitched, its attention locked on the malevolent haze. It was barely visible in the pitch black darkness, but the purple hue gave it away. Padding along, the silent sounds of her pawsteps echoed. Every breath made louder by the echo, taking in a deep breath before whispering. [b]"Hello"[b], the word echoed loudly in the tunnel. A soft scoff of laughter rose in her throat, slowly padding along. A soft smile etched onto her lips. A long pink tail swayed with each pawstep, long feelers twitched before a few pressed against the stone and dirt tunnel walls. A purr rose in her throat, amused by the weblike structure of the tunnels. A long tail swayed slightly, listening to the sounds of her movement.
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Katroi gasped for air, the pressure imputed by the dragon was enough to crack ribs. Once she felt the grip lax she took in big gulps of air. Her scales rippled, bones snapped and skin streached. Taking on her normal appearance, the petite form crumpled up into a ball. Trying to regulate its breathing, but the heat from the flames she erupted only let her take in deadly smoke. Coughing rapidly. Large wings limp, one's membrane torn forcing her to be inable to get airborne. She didn't care about that now, instead it was trying to breath. Glancing up to see the form, trembling before letting out another bout of coughing. Inhailing deeply, a large bout of ice extenquished the flames. Being able to take in normal oxygen, but her movement was little. She couldn't get up, her broken ribs could puncture her lungs if she isn't careful. Slowly pressing a paw onto her chest, the coloration of her pelt dulled. A green hue clasped the area around her chest. Repairing the broken ribs with moderate ease, but it drained her of mana almost completely. Staying crumpled up in a ball, eyelids heavy.
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The sylvon narrowed its eyes, listening to the voice echo in the tunnels. A harsh expression crossed its face, the voice sounded youthful and anxious. Another lost soul had been trapped in the tunnels, slowly padding forward. Her good deed of the day, get this blasted pokemon out of her tunnels so she can get her prized solitude. Approaching the bend where the sounds of movement alearted her. A Zubat flew past her, but was ensnared by the long feelers. The pokemon was helpless in the Sylvons grasp, but what was more terrifying was the black hue clasped the little batlike pokemon. Slowly releasing it, watching as it fluttered off. That should get GiGi off her back for a while. Her ears twitched, locating the pokemon. Putting on the best innocence expression she could muster. Speaking in a soft voice, which was nothing like her original harsh and sharp tone. "Hello? Is someone there?" she said, not wanting the thing to run deeper into the tunnels. Ifso she would have to drag its corpse out in a few days, and that made her prone to catching something else than the Viv. The long feelers twitched, curling up into the bows and becoming lax. Everything intimidating about the Sylvon was gone, leaving a innocentlike little pokemon.
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Katroi huffed, slowly forcing herself to get back onto shaky hind legs. Her scales dull, intense lavender markings a mere faded purple. Her gaze fixed on the figure, realizing what it was quickly. Narrowing her dull purple eyes, slamming a hindleg into the stone. Claws scraped against stone, the sound of burning mana emerged from her throat. Yet the redness of flames didn't spill from the corners of her maw, green acid bubbled from her jaws. Letting out a deep throated roar, her jaws turned a intense neon green. The acid dripped from the corners of her maw, long green drips hit the stone underneath its paws. The stone cracked, acid eating away at its chemical makeup. Her maw slammed close to hold the contents, lips pulled back to show long fangs. A long whiplike tail cracked, back to her normal size she had the advantage of speed and agility. The massive dragon was powerful, but size and power had its limitations. Approaching the spirit of Neckora, lowering her head but never letting her gaze flick away from the massive dragon. Opening large wings, the massive tear already repairing itself. She didn't need to have contact to draw off the massive dragon. Lowering down, the acid streamed down from the gaps in her teeth. The green vibrant against the white and lavender scales. [u]Snapping her jaws, before lunging. Attempting to sink her teeth into the membrane of the dragons wings. If she could get her teeth into the flesh she would release the acid. It would destroy the soft membrane before the gem had a chance to repare it. If she could distract the dragon long enough it would open up an opportunity for the spirit of Neckora to target the only thing keeping them from victory, the gem impailed through its chest. The sorce of power that repared every wound inflicted on it.
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Katroi sunk powerful jaws into the soft membrane, the acid quickly escaped her jaws. The acid attacked the membrane rapidly, escaping the dragoness's jaws. Letting go of the delicate membrane, glancing up to see the original Neckora. Taking off, before landing on the massive gem located implanted in the dragons chest. A long tail wrapped around it tightly, taking in a deep breath before placing her forlimbs onto the surface of the crimson red gem. Stealing away its power, like how she takes away the mana from the gems located in the library. The markings on her body grew more brilliant, the white scales more intense and sharp. The lavender markings intense, each wound inflicted by the dragon healing decently. She took in a deep breath, hopefully both Neckora and his spirit could hold on for just a while.
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[font=georgia][color=black]*Trys to figure out who would be a good partner for Netch*
Nha. She's gonna be single...[font=georgia][color=pink]The Sylvon put on a fake smile, glancing at the pokemon. "No problemo! Follow me, I know how to get out of here." she chirped, following the path she went to approach the pokemon. Once she was facing away she let the fake smile fade. Stopping suddenly, ears perked as she heard more voices echo through the tunnels. Her pink ears twitched, now she had to deal with other pokemon? By oblivion she muttered to herself, voice hardly audible. Putting on that fake smile, "The tunnels are dangerous if you don't know 'bout them! But I do! I live in em, and its pretty cool! I don't have to worry about the virus, I'm immune!" she chirped in a happy tone. Oh lord, she was going to hang herself with her own feelers if she had to keep on acting like this.
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Suddenly the gem's outer layer turned a dull white, it was delicate and fragile, like glass. Squeezing her tail, shattering the gem with her powerful tail. A thin layer of gem remained, but was easily absorbed by her abilities. Taking off before gliding over to Neckora whom was apparently in a pickle. The sounds of burning mana echoed in her throat, a mass of hellfire spat out from her jaws. It hit against the ground, the flames lapped at the stones. Sadly the ruins couldn't stand the constant temperature changes. Stones cracked, walls fell, and the roofless hallway just crumbled into masses of broken stones. Her lips curled, [u]attempting to slam a powerful tail into the other dragon's to free Neckora from the strangling grasp of its tail. If she hit successfully, it would free Neckora from the dragons tail. Once the rune dragon was free she would grab him, preventing him from hitting the ground and getting further injured.
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Katroi gripped the rune dragon with her forlimbs, he was heavier than she expected. Inhailing sharply in surprise, but maintained a strong grip. Glancing down at the spirit, worry pulsed through her mind. Neckora was getting tiered, and if she wasn't careful his spirit could be inflicted with devastating wounds that would transfer to his body. Landing on the ground, gently placing the Rune dragon on the ground. Her eyes locked on the massive dragon, fury overwhelmed her mind. A long tail cracked, scales rippled to make a intense purple pelt. Bones cracked and skin streached, spines broke through scales, and jaws grew broder. Rearing onto hindlegs, mirroring the dragon that enslaved her since birth. The dragoness snarled, her form looked exactly like Malavor. Dropping onto all fours, a long tail curled around her flank. Carefully stepping forth, making shure she didn't step onto Neckora. Approaching the dragon, matching its enormous height. Rearing up onto its hind legs, aiming to grab it with powerful paws. Putting her weight behind the attack, attempting to grab the dragon and with her weight shove it into the wall. Once she had her foe exposed she would attack the skull and neck,[/b] her massive size made her slow but made her more powerful than ever before. This form had been taken so many times, she had mastered it, and that was frightening. Each ability learned, even the devastating fury attack. [u]The sound of burning mana rumbled deep in its throat, a purple hue clasped the corners of her maw.
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"Yep, I'm immune and I love the darkness. No one wants to come here, that means I'm the only one GiGi can hurt." She said in a much different tone than before. Stopping at a bend, that smile faded and any hint of kindness disappeared. The Sylvon snapped around, her facial features stern. The dark mist returned, hovering around her pelt. "Around the bend is the exit, don't come back." she spoke in a serious tone. Her lips trembled, face illuminated by the light pooling past the bend. The dark haze that shrouded the Sylvon gripped her pelt, not showing intrest in the infected pokemon. Her ears twitched, listening to the words that the mist muttered. Suddenly she started back twords the darkness of the tunnels, but she stopped. Glancing up at the figure on the ceiling of the cave, long feelers twitched before hovering around her body. The black mist nearly invisible in the darkness, but the areas clinging to her beige and pink pelt could be seen. A long pink tail twitched, her good deed for the day was finished. She wasn't putting up with another intruder, it was either flee or die time for the pokemon clinging to the wall. Netch wasn't afraid to spill blood, after all she was corrupted by a politergist(?).
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Katroi grasped the dragon with powerful forlimbs, her strength and size shoved the dragon back. The purple clasping her maw grew more intense, opening her jaws. A large collection of the purple spell dwelled in her throat, it burned and bubbled like any hellfire she could spew. Grasping the neck of the dragon, holding it still. A hindleg pinned the powerful tail down onto the ground, preventing the dragon from using the tactic that rendered Neckora defenseless. The sounds rumbled in her throat, before a massive orb of the powerful mana ebbed out of her maw. The massive orb was inescapable for the dragon within her grasp.
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[font=georgia]>B I O H A Z A R D<.:Top Layer:.
Name:
Biohazard.Gender:
Female.Age:
Estimated to be around 4 years old.Rank:
Assassin..:Middle Layer:.
Appearance:(In words/ 3+ sentences)
Biohazard is a basic looking wolf, except for a few things. She has a short posture, smaller than most wolves in the pack. Long and sturdy legs match her petite form, giving her the advantage of speed and agility in battle. Her petite form is slowed by by an abnormality, a massive system of metal covers her torso. Her corse pelt thick, colored with a light tan with a even lighter hue apon her underbelly. Her tattered muzzle hidden by a gas mask, the dark plastic helps with her breathing issues that nearly resulted in her lungs becoming eradicated during her first years. Her long, corse tail is tipped with neon green and the only other place along her body with these intense coloring is a few area's on one side of her neck.
((Sorry I was Lazy))Persona:(No more than five words)
·Agressive.
·Hostile.
·Stubborn.
·Rude.
·Sarcastic.Crush:
To be developed~Mate:
None.Pups:
Infertile.Kin:
Mother; Juniper (Died due to radiation.)
Father; Netch (Died on explosive impact of the bomb that caused the radiation.)
Brother; Radioactive (Fell into insanity and had to be put down.)
Sister; Zu'u (Current location unknown.)Other:
She truly is a abomination..:Behind The Curtains:.
Username:
Mad Hatter The Cat.Screen-name:
W I C K E D G R I NActivity:
8/10 (School, but I'm on mobile so I can still post during then. Also I have art club on mondays after school, and I might be occupied by FH.)Muse:
5/10 (I only have two threads that are active and my muse is suffering because of it.)Plots:
I don't have any to be honest..
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[font=courier]>G A R R I S O N<.:Top Layer:.
Name:
Garrison.Gender:
Male.Age:
Age unknown but his features is really young, resembling a mere pup.Rank:
Pup..:Middle Layer:.
Appearance:(In words/ 3+ sentences)
Garrison looks like normal pup, until you take a closer look. His pelt is lush and fluffy, colored with a dark brown hue. His torso is abnormally long, but his legs are short and stubby. A long fluffy tail has a much larger tuft on the end. Tiny horns sproud from his head, curling downward but are very small due to his youthful age. His left limb has the scaled appearance of a reptile, like a eastern dragon. His right eye is an intense blue, large and filled with innocence. Yet is left is a clouded pink, and it looks like it had been ripped out and put back in. Long tufts of tan fur run across his back and down to the base of hid tail. Another section streams down his chin all the way to the tip of his tail.Persona:(No more than five words)
·Optimistic.
·Shy.
·Timid.
·Patient.
·Caring.Crush:
To be developed~Mate:
None, but he's to young to think about that.Pups:
Infertile.Kin:
Dorain; Brother (Might make his forum later)
Adopted Biohazard as a parental figure.Other:
He truly is a abomination..:Behind The Curtains:.
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Katroi stumbled backwards, coughing as the fiery substance filled her jaws. A cloud a deep black smoke escaped its maw, the burning pain ruptured in her maw. Luckily a flap located instead her throat had prevented the flames from going into her lungs. Yet the pain was mind boggling, and she couldn't breath without the fear of inhailing the deadly smoke. Muzzle curled, taking in multiple breaths but they didn't soothe her lungs. Her scorched maw split open as she attempted to breath, blood gushed from the blisters and sores in her maw. Spitting out a mouthful of the blood forming in her maw, a intense snarl escaped its maw. Furious that it had allowed itself to do something that stupid, gazing back at the mystery dragon. Pushing off with powerful hindlegs, large wings took in air to allow her to gain altitude slightly. A long and powerful tail curled, suddenly she dropped. Attempting to land apon the mysterious dragon with extreme force due to the momentum gathered in the fall. Sharp talons outstreached, ready to hook exposed flesh. If she would pull off this attack successfully she would rip flesh, and have enough force to stun the dragon. Allowing her to exact her revenge for the split blisters in her maw.
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OOC:.
Aww, I hate to see when people get left behind in a roleplay due to RL issues.
*Pats* I can understand your situation, as coming from a divorced family with both of them wanting me to be something else than the other wants. So I can kinda relate ^·^
Highschool is a pain considering my location is biased on Ag, and I want to go into multimedia/game design. So with homework and peer pressure I can understand and relate to that situation aswell.
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The dragoness landed on the exposed dragons back, with enough momentum that could break the vital spinal vertebre. Dropping onto all fours atop her opponent, using front legs to keep the dragon pinned. Katroi kept the dragons head down with a forlimb, not making the vital mistake she did earlier. Opening her jaws, the purple hue clasped her maw once more. Yet something was different, this time her neck illuminated like when she conjured up flames. Massive wings spread open, taking in a deep breath before exhailing. When she exhailed a mass of purple flame-like mana escaped her maw. The blisters in her maw burned, a pain almost unbearable for the dragoness.
A sound echoed within the ruins, the fighting had caught the attention of an inhabitant. The roof of a ruin shattered, a massive creature stood up straight. The size of this massive being made the mysterious dragon look like a ant. Massive forlimbs twitched, arachnidlike hindlegs allowed it to distribute the massive amount of weight it held. A long tail slammed into the stone, it was a reasonable distance away but the power was enough to rumble the ground underneath the dragon's paws. A earsplitting roar escaped the monsters jaws, the build of the monster was that of a Earth Golem. The BookMaster.
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Katroi huffed, glancing up to see the massive Golem hovering over the open ruins. Shaking her head before turning her attention to the corpse, her lips twitched. A long tail cracked like a whip, her bones cracked as she shrunk. Slowly and painfully taking the form she usually took. The petite leech dragoness turned its attention to Neckora. Slowly walking over, a small stagger showed in her walk cycle. A soft smile ebbed apon her maw, blood pooled from the corner of her maw. The split blisters were ebbing out blood, and it managed to escape past her teeth. Slowly dropping onto all fours, wings fell limp by her sides. The smile faded, a greenish hue clasped her maw as the mana begin to repare her blistered maw. Feeling the air rumble, the deep breaths of The Bookmaster was enough to make the air rumble. She trembled, the excess amount of mana stolen from the mysterious dragons gem didn't repare her energy spent when battling. Sore and exausted, but she knew the rune dragon had to be evenmorso. Blood stained maw trembled, trying to open her maw to speak but it refused to.
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Leah sighed, intense crimson eyes locked on the hound at her feet. The brod head of the dog sat on her feet, letting out a snort in response to her silence. "Don't worry buddy, we will be heading home soon. Gotta get ahold of a few books before though." she mumbled, taking a bite of a sweetroll she had... aquired. A ear twitched, ebony and gold rings sounded as they hit one another. A shiver ran down her spine, cursing quietly about this cold. Moving her foot slightly, making the hound stand up. Stepping closer to the hot flames, the smell of the ash and soot forming in the bottom of the flames reminded her of home. Feeling the heart ache of home sickness, letting out a huff. Not even the accent of a Dunmer to comfort her. Atleast Dex was here, Dusty was roaming the wilds of The Pale, so he was somewhat close. Yet nothing compared to the ash and soot of her home, the people she considered family despite the different race, and the familiar relm of the Apocra.
