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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 2, 2012 14:57:23 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Striding ahead his memory flashed back to the night before, his mind boggled over the reason as to why a mere mortal might challenge him to a duel. There he had been among a rather shady portion of Greece he’d admit when a cocky young mercenary, for yes that was what this man did for his daily bread as it were, had the common eye foolishly challenged the ancient to a duel. There he had stood, conversing with a few well armed individuals when this man had apparently happened to overhear one of his famed identities, Dracula, and thought it might be a daring and impressive thing to challenge the deity. Raising an eyebrow Vladimir had smirked, inquiring whether the ‘foolish boy’ knew what he was doing in that act. The hushed silence among a group of thieves and assassins should have been enough a warning however the lad had carried on with this duel and specified they would meet at dusk at the ancient building named the Parthenon. Here upon they would duel, perhaps not to the death such as Vladimir was accustomed from the years when duels were common and many were in such a nature, yet only one could be a victor and he was rather sure it would all be in his own favor.
Even for a muscular and skilled it was an idiotic notion to believe that they might beat the ancient vampire. Only after the young Grecian man had finished with the finalities of the doomed duel had Vladimir revealed that not only was is the Dracula but that he was additionally in fact the ancient Grecian god Ares. The man had quailed and paled at that statement, blubbering for some sense of composure. Perhaps the young armed hand for hire had been dared into the task or otherwise put up to it yet he would realize what a damned mistake he had made the next night at dusk. Walking away that night Vladimir had played with a fireball in the palm of his hand only chuckling when the lad had stammered out some last statement that ‘magic’ or other unnatural weapons would be prohibited in the task. Like that would truly make a difference to Vladimir Tepes, he was a master with both fist and sword, as well as just about everything in between other than guns.
Well now here he stood currently clad in nothing more than a pair of pitch black sweat pants, tight enough to avoid being a hazard within a fight yet breathable and loose enough that he could move fluidly in the pants. Alright so he wore basic tennis shoes upon his feet as well, but nothing that he would weep to see destroyed. Standing there he dipped the tip of the sword he wielded into the ground before him, leaning upon the handle as he waited for his opponent to show their face on the scene. For that was all he required for this fight, a sword and his body, his two greatest and supreme weapons, well other than the supernatural abilities he possessed of course. The ruins of the Parthenon stood strong and proud before him despite the stones crumbled and ruined among its base. And it amazed him how awe inspiring an environment the setting sun lent to this place.
He had not stepped foot within this country for a while, of course he had since his role as Ares though. Yet its current appearance, however impressive, held nothing to that of its hay day, when it had first been constructed as an ancient place of worship to the gods, of which several had been influenced by actual beings, such as his part in spreading rumors of Ares, the god of war, and of course there was the female who had inspired myths of Aphrodite, the woman he had taken to his bed in a single night of passion. They had been worshipped by ancient Greece, both to be feared and beloved, oh it had been such an amazing era in which to be a god. He had been famed for his ruthless fighting, his merciless tact, for essentially personifying the brutal bloodthirsty side of war. For while Ares had been depicted as a rather short tempered god of war, Artemis had been viewed as a goddess of war among other things and yet more as a strategist than he had been.
Stepping away from his spot and swinging the broad sword up onto his own shoulder he stepped forward, picking his way with ease across the obstacle course that was the mass of decayed stones surrounding the building. The pillars withheld the building’s crumbling mass to this day and he couldn’t help but walk throughout them, weaving his body among the pillars as he walked the perimeter of the actual building. Pausing he stood at the shorter end, between a pair of stone pillars, his sword shining brilliantly in the golden light of dusk, etched runes and carvings glimmering with their deeper shine upon the face of the blade. His sea foam eyes met the crashing waves beyond and sighed as he stared out across both land and sea, marveling how this country had originally been established, how it had appeared and functioned in those ancient times for which he had been around to witness. Sighing he leaned the sword upon the powerful pillar upon his right and settled himself into a stance with his feet at shoulder’s width apart. Bringing his pale muscled arms up, the deity crossed them over his bare chest as he patiently waited for this foolishly induced duel.
WORD COUNT;; 945
OUTFIT;; black sweatpants and some tennis shoes...yea booooring =P
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 2, 2012 14:58:04 GMT -8
•• The offer had been amusing at first, and the female had been inclined to tell him off... until he mentioned who it was he had gotten himself into a battle with. Ares. That had caught her attention, her head instantly lifting to peer at the young man with faintly narrowed pale green eyes. “How the hell did you get yourself into a duel with the god of warr?” she finally asked, crossing her arms over her chest, looking at him quizzically as she leaned back in her seat, gracefully crossing her right leg over her left, brows arched. It turned out that the young man, no older than eighteen or so, before her, had been dared into it by some friends after bragging about some exploits he had managed. His reputation and pride were now on the line and he was offering a nice amount of money for her to pretend to be him in the fight. Glancing the young man up and down with a careful, analyzing eye, she decided it wouldn’t be too difficult. The young man had a boyish figure, slender but lean. With the help of a strategically altered outfit and binding, she could pass as him if she kept her face covered. It might seem strange to others, but the young man, Kallistos, was clearly desperate enough to take the chances.
•• Reaching across the table, Zephyra took the money he offered and smiled at him, “It’s a deal. Just tell me the when and where and I’ll take the battle for you,” she murmured. Kallistos relaxed significantly and let out a breath he had clearly been holding. And with that, the deal had been completed, the contract set. And that was how the inspiration for the Greek Goddess Aphrodite had come to now. It was early sunset, the vibrant magenta, rose, and blood red hues mixing with the oranges and yellows for a beautiful back drop to the ruin that had once been the magnificent Parthenon. Gazing at the structure now, Phyra found herself reminiscing about the past. This structure had once been beautiful marble, the home of the gods, where all the little Greek humans had worshipped her and the rest. Ares too. An amused smile quirked at the redhead’s lips as she crossed her arms loosely over her chest. She held no grudge against the inspiration for the bloodthirsty, powerful god Ares, but the thought of meeting him once more, after their one night of passion so many millennia ago, especially over a battle, had been intriguing indeed. And while he might be the god of war, she was the goddess of victory. She was a warrior too and the prospect of battling a worthy adversary sent her blood singing, her inner dragon humming to the thrum of her steady heart.
•• As Phyre had promised Kallistos, she was dressed to hide her feminine figure, to give the impression that she was in fact the young man that had foolishly challenged Ares to a duel. Her breasts were bound by bandages, making them less obvious, a loose camisole further ambiguefying her figure. Over the camisole came a loose, simple cream colored tunic, loosely belted at the hips. The tunic fell down to her knees and underneath it, she wore black leggings that hid her very much feminine legs, waxed and smooth, not hairy or anything that hinted at man legs. Black, knee-high combat boots laced up. The tunic’s sleeves fell loosely down to about her elbows so she wore black arm warmers that reached up to her elbow with black, spandex gloves to hide her clean, manicured fingers and pale, unblemished but toned arms. Her long deep red hair was pulled up into a pony tail and hidden under a light helmet of sorts, covering her entire face and leaving it in shadows around the eyes. In effect, she could pass as a boy if that was what you were looking for. But if one knew she was a girl, one could find the signs and guess that she was disguised. In her right hand she held one of her own hand and a half swords, specially designed for her. Using a spell, she mimicked Kallistos’ voice.
•• From where she stood, she could see Ares - she didn’t know his actual name, only what he had gone by at the time when they had first met - standing not far off, his sword leaning against a pillar, arms crossed over his chest. Her green eyes roamed over his body with appreciation. Just like the first time she had spotted him, she was not immune to how perfect of a male body he had... and if memory served, he knew how to use that body like a master in more ways than one. The thought brought an amused quirk to her lips and she took a step forward, removing herself from the shadows, clearing her throat. “So it is sunset now... are we going to begin?” she asked, Kallistos’ voices emanating from her lips. It was a little disconcerting to speak and hear someone else’s voice, but the mask hid any discomfort and unease her face might have revealed about the strange feeling. “I’m ready if you are.” Part of her almost wished that Ares would find out that she was indeed Aphrodite in the flesh once more rather than a foolish young boy, especially if she proved herself capable against him - something she felt quite confident about considering how old she was and the amount of time she had put into the art of handling a sword and different styles of fighting in general.
TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
NOTES;; --
ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/style][/style] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 2, 2012 14:58:39 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
There he stood, arms crossed in slight agitation as he waited for what was sure to be a quick and easy duel on his part. For the young man who had challenged him, no matter the muscle or training he may have had, it was doubtful that an arrogant youth could hold a candle to an ancient being’s ability with weapons and duels. Once he was done here the vampire was planning on probably a quick change of clothes followed by what would likely become a night on the town. Vladimir stared off into the distance, the orange and pink hued light casting an illusive veil across his bare skin, lending much more color to his pigmentation than what was his own natural. Last time he had roamed through these lands he had been revered as a god, feared by many for his ruthless bloodthirsty reputation as the ‘god of war’, Ares. Of course throughout the course of times humans had lost much of their belief in such beings as the human race had spread out across the globe, dominating much of the land.
Finally he noticed a movement within the shadows and spun slightly to face his challenger head on. Surprisingly enough the young man was actually smirking at the deity, a foolishly proud move if the youth thought he had any chance of coming out of this in decent form. “That it is… I suppose we shall. The sooner this begins the sooner it will end and I can carry on with previous plans.” he stated coolly, unaware of the true identity of the person he would face off against that night. His eyes roamed across the body of his opponent, in no way sexual but calculating, taking in the build of the male. He seemed rather thin for a fighter, not sickly yet not what he might have expected, even after he had set eyes on the man before however Vlad just attributed it to some sort of play of light or another. Eventually he nodded his head once and took several strides away from the pillars, nimble fingers wrapping expertly around the hilt of his heavy sword.
Propelling the metallic weapon to rest upon his shoulder he leveled his gaze to his opponent as his lips quirked up into a grim smile. “I’ve been ready…” his eyes took in the male’s rather loose clothing once more and only grinned a bit broader, loose fabric could act as a hindrance to the youth as it provided something that Vladimir could easily grab a hold of should they fight as closer quarters. Lifting the sword once more he held it loosely at his side, ready at a moment’s notice whenever he should have need of it. “Now then… because I expect this to be rather quick and easy I’ll give you a slight advantage. You can have the first strike.” he told them, unknowing of how his opponent was actually one of the few beings who might actually be able to hold their own against him, which was rather difficult considering he had had seven thousand millennia to hone his skills. Rolling his shoulders, cords of muscle rippled underneath his skin only hinting at the strength he had at his disposal. “Now then I might have an eternity to spend but I don’t want to spend it with you, I’d like to get on with this sometime tonight.” He taunted, not really worried at all over this so called ‘duel’. Really it was unfair of him to fight a mortal but it was the man’s own damned fault and Vlad was sure that in a matter of moments the young man would realize the error in his ways and remember not to randomly challenge others again.
WORD COUNT;; … long enough >_> …. This was just how it flowed.
OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 2, 2012 15:00:30 GMT -8
•• Zephyra couldn’t help her smugness at this moment. He had nooooo iiiddddeeeeaaaaaaa that he was facing someone who could potentially best him, or at least hold her own. He thought this was going to be an easy fight. But boy was he wrong. She was here to win. She fully intended to leave this battle the victor. She knew not to be cocky, she knew what he was capable of, but that gave her the advantage. He thought she was a young fool with little to no talent. These thoughts flitted through her mind as she gazed at him from the shadows, his arms crossed over his perfectly sculpted chest, an agitated look flitting over his features, the light from the setting sun casting a strange glow over him, making him seem to glow with an almost heavenly, healthy glow. But she knew it was a trick of the light. Ares was actually quite pale - she suspected he was a vampire in his previous “orders” but had no proof and couldn’t quite remember if back then she had seen him drink blood. It was too long ago and wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest anyways. She stepped from the shadows, making her presence known.
•• Ares spun slightly to face her, her lips still quirked in an amused, smug smile. It would be just barely visible, if at all, considering how her entire face was covered under the mask, her pale eyes and feminine lips hidden in shadow and partially covered. His cool response was what she expected. But the entire time she was smugly laughing in her head. He had no idea what he was dealing with here. But he would soon find out. “Agreed, but I doubt you’ll be in any condition to carry on with your previous plans,” she replied, equally cooly, imitating the typical young male bravado, your typical arrogant mighty macho young male. Her eyes took him in calculatingly as she watched him look her over, probably calculating how much of a nuisance she was going to be, a strategy slowly forming in her head even as she took a few confident steps forward, her gloved hand moving to rest on the sword hilt at her hip. Her outfit was specially tailored to hide her feminine, slight figure, but was also especially picked out so it wouldn’t interfere with her flexibility and agility. The only downside was that Ares could potentially use it to get a grip on her. She would have to be sure to never stay too close, keep her distance, dance in for a few strikes, and then retreat once more. Her lightness of foot would come in handy here.
•• Eventually, her opponent nodded his head and took several strides away from the pillars, his own fingers wrapping expertly around the hilt of his sword. Where his looked heavy and was meant for powerful blows, hers was more light weight, ideal for her because it wouldn’t slow her movements. Pulling her hand-and-a-half sword from it’s scabbard with a flourish, she settled back into a relaxed fighting stance, moving into the position like she had been born doing it, lightly balanced on her feet, ready to leap into action. Since she was small, she didn’t have the luxury of a solid, planted, power thrust style. Her expertise was in being fast, quick on her feet, and nimble. She was good at evading and slipping past the guard of others to go in for the kill. And her sword, while not as heavy as Ares’, was still incredibly sharp and held a significant weight. It was a deadly weapon in her capable hands. Even as she settled into her fighting stance, her legs set apart, the hand holding the sword held back, her other shoulder shifted forward, her arm curved as if she was resting her blade on her forearm, but was in fact hovering it just above her arm, Ares propelled his own weapon to rest upon his shoulder, his lips quirking up in a grim smile. Oh I’m going to wipe that smile right off your face. I’m not who you think I am. [/color] •• “The first strike, ey? Don’t mind if I do...” Zephyra murmured softly, slowly starting to circle him once more, slipping into a graceful feline like prowl as she circled him, her movements absolutely silent, the setting sun a beautiful backdrop. Those pale green-blue eyes of hers watched him cooly as he rolled his shoulders, corded muscle rippling under his skin, a clear attempt to unsettle her by his superior physical strength. His taunt only amused her, but she shows no sign of even hearing it, continuing her slow prowl around him, giving him the appearance that she was hesitant to attack, while in reality, she was simply biding her time. Then, without warning, she moved in swiftly, faster than any human eye could follow easily, moving as if to strike his left hip but at the last second ducking a potential blow and feinting to the right and slashing for his sword arm, putting more force behind it as both hands, one over the other, added to put more weight behind the thrust; if he met her blow with his sword, she tried to slip underneath his arm and slam her hilt to his chin. If he avoided her move, she swung at him multiple times in a flurry of ferocity and then swiftly retreated. If she struck him, she deftly sliced the sword down, twisted the sword up and to the side, her wrist a flick with a sharp pull of her arm, and went for an upper cut to his cheek. TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
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ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/div][/style][/style][/center] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 2, 2012 15:00:38 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
The young man’s arrogant words bothered him little, as they held no weight with him. The man was nothing but a mere annoyance, an arrogant youth that Vladimir could easily set in his place. Even still he never quit looking at him speculatively and calculating. It was never a smart idea to ignore or dismiss an opponent even when the battle was practically rigged. Many considered the myth of Ares to be merely a personification of the brute force and blood thirsty aspects of battle however he did know some strategy and common sense as well. Vlad may not have been as great as the inspiration for Athena had been at strategic battle however he was quite decent with it.
His eyes darted with the man’s hand as he rested it on his sword and stepped forward. The vampire stepped forward, lifting his own sword and resting it on his shoulder as he came closer to meet his opponent. While it was not the optimal fighting stance he stood with his feet parted slightly, knees just ever so slightly bent so as to not lock his legs up. His sword swung off of his shoulder as he brought it to rest at his side at the ready. He was quick and swift but he didn’t want to rely on that as his opponent might hold that advantage as they were more compact in build than he was, however as far as he knew his opponent was not supernatural in nature. Vlad did however did hold an advantage in brute strength with his larger frame, training, and supernaturally enhanced physical abilities.
Smirking his gaze roamed over the young man again. He had keen eyesight and while minor things seemed slightly off from how he’d seen the man the night before Vladimir accounted it to a change of setting or light. After all he usually didn’t memorize random strangers’ features in depth on purpose. As his opponent circled him Vlad turned his head to the side and then to the other, despite knowing that it was safer and smarter to turn entirely with his opponent. However he figured it might help lull the man into a sense of false security if he were to make him think Vladimir was careless or unaware of his position.
Quite suddenly he noticed the man dart in for a swipe at his left side, however as Vlad began to move his sword in a more than adequate block he realized that the man had changed his sword’s course for Vladimir’s sword arm instead. He growled low in his throat as he quickly moved his sword in a differently angled block. The man was surprisingly quick for a human, if that really was what he was, the deity was beginning to have his doubts about who exactly his opponent was. He barely caught the edge of his opponent’s sword with his blade, merely slowing it down than fully blocking it. The hand and a half sword glanced off of Vladimir’s own broadsword and continued at a slower speed to slice into his right bicep. He was caught off guard by the surprising show of swordsmanship, strength, and swiftness his opponent was showing all of a sudden. He would not have thought it possible of the man he had been challenged by the previous night.
As his opponent darted under his arm and brought the hilt towards his chin he released a very audible animalistic snarl as he darted out his left hand trying to grab the wrist of their sword hand in his tight grip as it came closer and closer to his chin. His eyes had morphed in the heat of the fight to become like two black openings into a blank abyss.
If he caught their wrist he jerked his opponent closer, effectively blocking most bladed attack forms as the sword was caught between them with little room to move in and their wrist trapped in his grip, at least for now. However he knew there were other ways an opponent could come at him, especially from such a close vantage point. He stared at them for a moment before narrowing his eyes.
If they got their wrist out of the way he snatched out his hand again, attempting to grab their clothing instead and probably coming away with a torn bit of cloth from their top instead.
Either way he caught sight of his opponent’s eyes for a moment as they came in for that attempted blow. He found something oddly familiar about those eyes but could not quite place them to a person. He knew it couldn’t just be because he saw the young man the night before, he could not remember for the life of him how exactly that man’s eyes had been like then. However there was somewhere else he had seen these eyes before and it began niggling at his mind as he was lost to where it had been.
Vlad’s voice was low and to an average mortal probably quite threatening or intimidating when he spoke again. “Why a mask? It offers no protection so why wear it hm? Afraid that I’ll see your face?” the mask/helmet apparatus was really quite useless and functionless against a sword or really most attack from what Vladimir could tell by sight. He had been wondering for several minutes now as to why the young man would don such a mask for the duel when it served no purpose other than to block sight of most of his face.
WORD COUNT;; 928
NOTES;; hope it’s enough to work with if you can’t get much um we could do some short posts or I could try to come up with more
OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 2, 2012 15:01:28 GMT -8
•• The rush of battle filled the red-head as she leapt into action, adrenaline surging, her blood singing in her veins. It surprised her that Ares let her walk behind him, that he merely looked at her until she slipped out of his view and then turned his head, giving her a good second or so where he could not see her or what she was doing. Had he lost his edge? Was he simply being careless? It only occurred to her after she lunged toward him that it could be a trap, that he was trying to lul her into a sense of security and confidence in her actions. She should have thought of that sooner but it was too late now as she brought her sword down, aiming for a slash at his left side. There was no use in thinking about the what-ifs and should-haves. You only lived once and it was better to think of what to do with the situation than reminiscing about things that didn’t and/or couldn’t happen. And it wasn’t like this was a battle to the death.
•• Faster than any human eye could follow - though Ares could still track her movements with his enhanced eyesight - she moved as if to strike his left hip but at the last second she feinted to the right and slashed at his sword arm, her second hand coming to join the first on the sword hilt as she brought the blade down. This happened incredibly swiftly, but to her, it was as if it was in slow motion. As she attacked, Vlad moved his sword to block her attack at his left side, her lips twitching as she saw her trap falling into place. A fraction too late to block her completely, Ares growled, realizing her actual motive, and swiftly moved to slow her down and deflect her blade. Metal clashed on metal as her blade was caught, sliding down a fraction of his broadsword and deflecting so that her hand-and-a-half blade slashed across his right bicep, causing a trickle of blood to appear there, a clean cut right across his pectoralis major. The cut was not too deep, certainly not deep enough to have cut down to the pectoralis minor, though it might have nicked it, but it was a good enough cut to make blood drip lethargically before his ability to heal took affect and closed the wound.
•• A feeling of satisfaction blurred through the adrenaline at seeing the look of surprise on his face, but it was not indulged in as she moved to dart under his arm and bring the hilt of her sword up to smash into his chin. As she did so, Ares released an audibly animalistic snarl and snatched at her wrist. She tried to avoid him and pull back but was confined by his arms as she had slipped past them to hit him and was thusly trapped as his fingers closed around her slender wrist. She tried to twist and yank it free but the other deity was too strong for her to use force to escape. Regardless, her free hand, even as she had attempted to evade his grip, had snatched for the dagger she had hidden in the folds of her tunic. Her fingers tightened around the hilt and as she twisted to get free but failed as Ares’s fingers closed around her wrist, she brought her other hand around and attempted to stab the blade of the dagger into his side, into the sensitive, unprotected flesh just below the ribs, using Ares’s own momentum as he yanked her closer in an attempt to trap her blade between their bodies. If the blow succeeded and his grip loosened on her, Zephyra jerked away and freed herself, dancing on light feet to safety.
•• If he stopped her from stabbing him or managed to keep a good grip on her when she did, she tried to free her hand and slash at him with the dagger and free her sword hand, and knee him in the groin with her knee to escape. Either way, she caught a strange look in his gaze as his eyes met hers. Her eyes squinted a little, her teeth lightly biting into her lower lip as she worried that he might have recognized her. But recognition did not follow in his eyes so perhaps he hadn’t put her eyes together with a name and a face. A mixture of relief and disappointment filled her. She wanted him to recognize her, wanted him to remember her, but at the same time, felt a certain duty to fulfill her side of the contract. On the other hand... Kallistos was just a mortal. He didn’t matter. She didn’t need to keep her promise to him. There was nothing he could hold over her to make her do his bidding... But she supposed it was the principle of the thing. She would do her best to keep her identity hidden, but if Ares happened to get it out of her by chance or luck, she wouldn’t fret about it.
•• Vlad’s voice was a low growl to her ears as he spoke, obviously meant to intimidate, though Zeph remained unfazed if she had managed to get to safety. But if she was still in his grip, the low growl sent a small shiver down her spine, though whether from fear, a memory, or what, she could not tell. If she was still in his grip, she forced herself to relax, gazing up into his eyes before lashing out swiftly in another attempt to free herself.
•• The mask. Oh the mask. It had been a necessity. After all, there was no way that Ares would mistake her for Kallistos if he could see her face. But it had always given Ares the chance to become suspicious. Perhaps she should have used a shapeshifting spell and made herself appear as the young boy. But she had chosen to go with this instead because she knew from experience that battling in a different body, one that she was not used to, severely hindered her in battle. So she had worn the mask and helmet type thing. If she had managed to escape, she smiled sheepishly at him and shrugged her shoulders, pretending to feel emberassed, “To be honest, I didn’t want you scarring my face. The ladies like it the way it is and I’d rather not have some kind of deformity marring it.” If she had not escaped and was still in his grip, Zephyra met his gaze through the mask challengingly and held her tongue, waiting for a chance to free herself, jerking her arms in an annoyed fashion as she rather hated the predicament she had gotten herself into. If she was still in his grip and he tried to reach for her mask to remove it, she used her freed hand - as he would have to release at least one of her hands to remove it - to stab at him and fight her way free.
TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
NOTES;; --
ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/style][/style] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 2, 2012 15:04:44 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Shortly after they had cut into his right bicep he could feel it as his healing ability kicked into gear, making quick work of the relatively shallow cut. And yet blood had had the chance to escape sluggishly from the wound, dripping in a thin stream down his arm a short ways. Fueled by his anger, Vladimir turned onyx colored eyes upon his opponent, a snarl escaping his throat as he snatched their wrist in his tight grasp. He merely waited as they struggled against his strength, knowing it was futile to attempt on their part. The vampire was momentarily solely focused on keeping his opponent there and their face more so than the rest of their body that he missed it as they picked a dagger from their garb and brought it up to stab him in the soft, exposed flesh below his ribs.
He felt their stab land as the blade slid rather smoothly through muscle and other tissue. Vlad had been a fighter, a warrior, for millennia. Once you added in the fact that he was a supernatural being and had had such flesh wounds many times before it shouldn’t come as such a surprise that he did not release his grip. He growled deep in his throat once more and in fact his grip tightened around their wrist in fury. It was never a smart idea to poke a bear with a stick. Or in this case stab a millennia old deity with a dagger. It only proved to anger them further in either case.
They lashed out again in an attempt to free themselves. The flury of motion did not release his grip yet his opponent did land in a couple blows before he forcefully used brute strength to restrain them once more. He laughed coldly at the youth’s boastful words. “That is a foolish move then as it would be fairly easy to swipe through mask and skin with a blade. It’s a useless mask for that purpose.” he taunted harshly. Vlad himself knew that a sharp blade would be no match for the mask that adorned the young man’s face. It was an extra layer between skin and blade however Vladimir had no belief that it would hold up to a true blow from a bladed weapon.
In between all of this he reached out with his other hand, the sword still held in the crook between his first finger and thumb, and wrapped his fingers around their other wrist in a rather strange predicament. “Such an enigma…” he murmured coolly. “The young mercenary I met last night presented no true challenge to me last night. Let alone the speed and adept swordsmanship you presented today that often comes only with time.” he cocked his head to the side slightly as he peered at his opponent out of narrowed eyes. “So who exactly are you? Are you even whom you claim by presenting yourself in this duel?” he questioned slowly. Doubt had been clear in his mind just about ever since the supposed young man had moved in for the first blow. Then the eyes… those eyes. Why were they so damned familiar to him? He couldn’t for the life of him remember where he had seen them prior to this day.
Releasing their hand that held the dagger Vladimir reached out to grab at their mask/helmet. He knew it was a risk to release a limb however he, much like the cat, had a curiosity that could burn strong. Yet it had never gotten him killed… yet anyways. He attempted to twist his body this way or that to at least deter their swipes to stab at him, hoping that at the very least they wouldn’t do quite as much damage as they were meant to. For as long as he could he held onto his opponent’s opposite wrist, just trying to hold on long enough to get a decent grip on their helmet.
(OOC: I hope that this next part is alright with you)
He was successful in grabbing a part of the mask in his hand however he lost his grip on their wrist as he did so, effectively resulting in a moment where he could not see their face since he was facing their back as they twisted away from him due to momentum. The spill of long red hair that rolled down to cover his opponent’s shoulders shocked him into silence and caused him to pause. The eyes… the eyes he remembered from a single night of passion centuries in the past. The eyes that he remembered paired with the rich red hair that was unmistakably spilling over this woman’s shoulders before him. The same woman that if he wasn’t mistaken had been masquerading as the goddess of love, the true muse and inspiration for the mythical Aphrodite.
Vlad had met her briefly back during the era of ancient Greece. Afterall it was quite difficult to be a powerful deity and be worshipped by the same culture of people without running into each other. And so that was how, somehow, the god of war and the goddess of love had shared a night together once a long time ago. It wasn’t easily that he could forget someone of his own level supernaturally or even who could on any level hold their own against him. His eyes widened for a flicker of a moment as he truly took in the fact that he had actually been fighting her the entire time.
Darting forward at an inhuman speed the deity was able to catch a clear view of the woman’s face, a face that he was ninety nine point nine to infinity sure that was that of Aphrodite, the only name he had ever known her by. “You…” he whispered softly in a rush of air that was barely heard even by supernatural hearing capabilities. He had dropped both the mask and his sword a couple of feet away. He had forgotten the battle at the current moment and was caught reminiscing from the time he had known her briefly in ancient Greece. Forgetting himself he couldn’t help it as he moved in and quickly brought his lips to meet hers. He told himself he merely wanted to compare it to how it had felt all of that time ago but who truly knew his reasoning. Perhaps it was just as much to draw a reaction from her. He pressed his lips a bit more firmly to hers for several more seconds, as he allowed an arm to wrap around her lightly, before drawing back and smirking at her amused. “Liar…” he muttered to the obvious fact that she wasn’t the youth who had challenged him. However he had to admit it had made it a lot more interesting to be fighting opposite someone of a similar if not equal caliber.
WORD COUNT;; 1200
NOTES;; hope it’s alright
OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 2, 2012 15:04:59 GMT -8
•• Onyx eyes glared at her from that sculpted Adonis face, a feral snarl escaping his throat as he snatched at her wrist. Oh she had managed to piss him off by cutting him alright. But the usual satisfaction Zephyra might have felt at managing to push someone over the edge was marred by the pressure on her arm as Ares’ fingers tightened painfully around her slender wrist, yanking her closer so that her blade was trapped between their bodies. Her teeth gritted as she struggled and jerked in a rather vain attempt to free herself. She knew from the start that it was futile attempt. Ares’ vice-like grip could not be broken easily, especially not by someone like her. She was stronger than your average member of the fourth order, faster too, due to age, but she was no match in brute strength against this warrior who was just as old as she was if not older. •• But physical strength was not the only thing that factored into who was the victor of a battle. Skill and strategy were just as important. Which was why she had considered as many scenariors as possible as she had circled the mighty deity. And Zeph always had a plan B up her sleeve. The silver dagger was gripped with her free hand, her left hand, her fingers tightening around the hilt as she slammed it into his side, just below his rib cage, twisting up as the blade sliced through his skin like a hot knife through butter. Blood squirted from the wound, getting on the thin spandex gloves she wore over her hand as well as on her tunic and arm warmers. To her surprise though, Ares did not release her. His grip didn’t even loosen. Not even a grunt came from this solid mass of marble of a man. Zephyra found her mind rolling with shock. She was powerful and while she had a pretty decent tolerance for pain, even she would have been phased by having a dagger jabbed into her side, especially in such a sensitive area. But all she got from him was a deep growl and pain in her arm as his fingers tightened on her. •• Zephyra’s shock was not apparent on the outside as she struggled with renewed vigor to free herself, trying to twist and slam her knee into his groin. No matter how strong a man was, hitting them there was sure to make them double over with pain. It didn’t matter if you were two decades old or two millennia. If you were a man, that would send you to your knees. At least from Phyra’s experience. And all of this damn loose clothing was becoming quite a hinderance to her this close to the deity. She couldn’t seem to get a good hit at him. She managed a couple kicks and punches in her flury of attacks but nothing that caused much response from this warrior. But before long, Ares managed to forcefully restrain her once more. He was like a brick wall and no matter how much she attempted to free herself, she only managed in making her wrists feel bruised. She stopped struggling and glared furiously up at the God of War, her blue-green eyes sparking challengingly, even as her tone was cocky and arrogant in response to his question. •• His words only managed to infuriate her further. It wasn’t so much his words as it was his tone. He was taunting her. Goading her into making a stupid move and give him the upper hand here. An even better upper hand than he already had. But Zeph seethed silently and merely kept her gaze locked on his face, imagining what she should do to him. She was an enchantress and at that moment, she was debating if she should hex him to free herself. But she couldn’t. Not withing giving herself away. Until Ares discovered that she was not who she said she was, if he did, she was not doing anything to give him more reason to suspect. And at that moment it occurred to her that if he tried to remove the mask, it would give her the perfect opportunity to free herself as he would have to release at least one of her hands as he had both of them in his grip at the moment. •• Enigma indeed. Perhaps he would figure it out after all. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch. No human could best Zephyra in battle and so it seemed reasonable that no one could reach her level of expertise against this order four. Light eyes narrowed at his response as they peered through the mask, feigning hurt that he would have thought such a thing of the young mercenary he met last night. In reality though, Zeph had to smile to herself. It was true. Kallistos was no match for either of them. He was a weakling. It wouldn’t surprise her if h didn’t even know how to wield a sword properly. Her gaze never strayed from Ares’ face as he cocked his head to the side slightly, peering at her through narrowed eyes as he asked her who she truly was. Her lips quirked into a smirk. Perhaps he knew after all. •• But no way was Aphrodite making it easy for him. As he released the hand holding the dagger to reach for her mask, she jumped into action, twisting and slashing at his hand that kept her sword-arm captive. He jerked and twisted in a half-hearted attempt to evade her slashes, apparently more determined to remove the mask than he was in the safety of his arm. Despite her efforts - though to be honest they were only half-hearted as part of her wanted to see the look on his face when he discovered who she really was - he managed to grip her mask with one hand. As he did so, he released her other hand and she kicked at his mid-section, twisting and doing a back-flip away from him, and one backhanded cartwheel, stopping a couple feet away. She came to a graceful stop on her feet, her red hair a glossy mass cascading over her shoulders and down her back. As she landed on her feet, she murmured a spell in Latin and a puff of silver smoke with flecks of red engulfed her. With her secret out, there was no need for the hideous garb she had been wearing. Once the smoke had cleared, she stood in her true glory. [ this but less tattered and with an intact cloak with hood, the hood down, and no tattoo on her forehead, earings, or blood stains, and Zeph’s own face, red hair and green-blue eyes of course] Zephyra smirked at him from where she stood. •• “Wasn’t expecting me, now were you?” the fiery red head purred at him, this time her real voice coming from her pink lips. A shocked whisper slipped from his lips. “You...” Arching her brows, Zephyra tipped her head to the side, “Yes. It’s me. What? Know any other goddesses with my hair color?” she snipped, her tone bordering on taunting as he dropped both the mask and sword a couple of feet away. She eyes widened though and she froze as he approached her swiftly, prepared to continue the fight, only to find herself clasped against his marble chest with his lips moving against her own. She was so shocked - though she supposed she shouldn’t have been based on their first encounter, but still! they had been in the middle of a battle! - that she found herself melting slightly against him, his lips moving to kiss him in return. A memory clouded her mind as flashes of their previous encounters filled her mind. •• But the spell was broken once Ares pulled back and muttered a word at her. Liar. Not that it hurt her personally. But rather, it brought her current situation back to the fore-front. Zephyra’s eyes narrowed and she shoved away from him, her green-blue eyes sparking as she retreated several steps, re-drawing her sword - the dagger in a new hilt that was strapped around her hips and a quiver filled with pitch black arrows and a bow at her back now as when she had transformed into a more comfortable, fitting outfit for herself, she had decided to bring one of her favorite arsenal, her bow. Twirling the sword in her hand, Zephyra eyed Ares, annoyance filling her at how easily she had become puddy in his hands. She was not some wanton virgin who should be swooning around men, no matter how attractive. Berating herself on the inside, she tried her best not to fuel her annoyance with herself to anger at the sculpted Adonis before her. It was difficult though as she felt annoyance at a new thing rising in her. He had dropped his sword. He didn’t consider her a threat. Or perhaps he didn’t want to fight her before she was a female. “Come now. Just because I’m not who you thought I was doesn’t mean you need to drop your sword. I’m here to fight for your original opponent in his stead. So fight me. We were far from done I think,” she murmured, her tone steady and strong, determined not to let him treat her as a weak female to seduce at his own whim. The truth was, she just wanted to beat the crap out of him now for making her feel weak in that short moment where they had kissed. TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
NOTES;; --
ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/style][/style] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 2, 2012 15:05:27 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Once the mask had revealed her true identity Vladimir was left stunned standing there, as he remembered what she had been like those many, many years ago. As he stood there shocked to his core he mostly just watched as she performed acrobatics to set herself a little ways away from him. The silver and red smoke seemed a bit theatrical to him however it wasn’t horrible. He waited for it to clear for the most part before letting his eyes roam over her form, which was now clothed in a much more flattering garb than the loose clothing she had worn before. Honestly he had to admit to himself that she was particularly beautiful, after all there had been truth to at least some of what was said about Aphrodite.
He came back to himself a bit at her words, “Not that I can recall…” He murmured softly, after all her hair color was quite unique. Then he was there in front of her and he pressed his lips to hers, discovering for himself what it was like. He deepened the kiss slightly as she moved her lips back against his own. Scenes from their night together all of those centuries ago flashed through his mind as he kissed her.
Liar The word held such negative connotations and yet he had mostly meant it as teasing, not seriously like he had been infuriated by her actions. Vlad stood there in his place as she pushed herself away from him, out of his embrace. It wasn’t the fact she was female that he didn’t want to fight her. He had no quarrel with her and he usually didn’t not fight someone unless he had one, few could merely spar with the deity. However as a rule he didn’t hit a woman without cause, essentially he didn’t beat up on women. Yet he knew they could be very formidable in a fight or battle and it was not because any thoughts of women being inferior or weaker that caused him to pause. His eyes narrowed once more at her words, “I agreed to a duel against the youth not you. While it is far more intriguing to fight you than he I don’t like such dealings.” he honestly stated, he preferred people to fight their own fights, even if they were hopeless, or at the very least to tell him they were sticking in a replacement not the trickery that had gone underway. “However… I will fight you. Any weapons are fair, including abilities,” he amended, “But let’s make the stakes a bit more personal for you.” he told her as the side of his mouth quirked up in a charming grin. He wasn’t truly mad at the deception or at her. “Why don’t we say if I defeat you you let me take you out sometime.” he knew that she had given in for a moment during the kiss however he also knew that she had pushed herself away from him.
For a moment as he stood there he caught a vague sense of what was flitting through her mind through his telepathy. With a being of her caliber it was usually more difficult to acquire any thoughts from their mind however now and then something could flit through, especially with his own level of power and age. He caught just enough to suggest that she was upset over how she had reacted to him just moments ago. Then he chuckled softly, “Darling, if I was actively trying to seduce you you would know.” He did in fact have the ability of seduction, although he doubted how well it would work on her, he was actually kind of genuinely curious, but that would be for another time or never but not here.
A serious demeanor overcame him as he accepted her challenge of a fight. “We fight until someone goes down, no truly fatal blows although flesh wounds I think we can handle don’t you agree.” to emphasize his point his eyes darted to the mostly healed wound where the worst stab wound had been. He brought his gaze back up to her and nodded his head. “Alright then let us begin again.” Opening his hand at his side he called his blade to him, clutching it in his hand as the pommel landed in his hand, ah the joys of telekinesis.
Vladimir began to think over what could come in useful in the battle. Hmmm, abilities that were useful in battle… pain-synthesis, pyrokinesis, healing, telekinesis, necromancy, clairvoyance, even his animalepathy. Honestly most of his abilities could be used in one way or another not that they were all the smartest course of action. For example he couldn’t easily use necromancy in the middle of these ruins or quickly enough, besides it seemed a bit overkill. Or pain-synthesis, it seemed almost unfair to make his opponent feel pain merely through the use of his mind, not exactly an honorable action when the fight wasn’t to the death or dire. His healing was an unconscious reaction. Also there weren’t exactly many animals just wandering around the place that he could try to convince to assist him. That left telekinesis, clairvoyance which could potentially tell him what abilities she possessed, and pyrokinesis. With a sparkle in his eye he lifted his blade as he set it ablaze at that same moment. Blue flames licked up the edges of the blade. He wanted to fight her, mostly just to finally fight against someone who was of a similar if not the same caliber of skill and ability as he was. He stepped forward towards her and smiled as he did so. “Come on Love Girl let’s see what you’ve got.” he teased, baiting her.
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OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 3, 2012 21:17:44 GMT -8
•• Okay. So maybe her show of acrobatics and the black mist had been a bit of over kill but Aphrodite hadn’t been known for her theatrics and love for show and flash for no reason. Sometimes... the temptation to flaunt her abilities was just too much to resist. She wasn’t necessarily a show off - okay well maybe she was, but that was beside the point - and sometimes things got too boring and a little bit of show was necessary, even if it was only for amusement. Doing backflips, after all, or backwards hand springs, were fun. And Mr. Stuffy over there can think what he wished about it, [/color] she thought, a little huffily. Who would have thought that thoughts had tone. •• A small smile curved Zephyra’s lips into an upwards curve, a flash of pearly white teeth just visible between her partially parted lips. That smile was turned into a look of shock and then of self mortification as he came up and kissed her and she found herself melting against him, enjoying it, the intoxicating taste of him. Memories flashed behind her eyelids, which had fluttered shut. But the moment he pulled away and said that one world, liar, it was like a douse of cold water to the face and she, with more force than was really necessary, shoved Ares away from her, taking a couple steps back, hands held up in a ‘hold on, back-off’ manner. Anger welled up in her, mainly at herself, but she directed it at the nearest being - the man who had caused her to feel the way she had - fueling it into something she could manage better. •• Despite being around seven millennia old, Zephyra found herself feeling like an adolescent teenager. A mere few seconds after having pushed Ares away, she found herself regretting her actions as the powerful deity before her who was in most respects her equal’s eyes narrowed at her words. Shit. And damn her to hell but she couldn’t help glancing back at him, a wistful feeling filling her. When was the last time she had had someone as delectable as this powerful male? Men were just not built like him these days. The broad shoulders, defined muscular torso, narrow hips... She quickly averted her gaze before they flickered lower and instead fueled her concentration into the blade, it’s weight, in her right hand. Fight. She could do that. She could exert all her unwanted emotions through that. •• Twirling the blade in a concentrated fashion and then gripping her hand around the hilt, she spoke once more. Part way through Ares’ reply, Zeph gritted her teeth and was about to retort with a witty remark when he spoke again and said that he would fight. A smile appeared on her face and she shifted her stance. All weapons were fair game, including abilities. That sure would make this more fun. Her own abilities were mainly offensive. Pyrokinesis. Animorph. Telekinesis. Acidity. Spell-casting. She also had the ability to heal herself, sense the emotions of others, and a couple others but they weren’t all that much use in a fight. She did not have healing and using compulsion against him would be a bad idea as it would be entirely a battle of wills and power with very little action until someone defeated the other in a battle more of the minds than the flesh. And there was very little fun in that. She wasn’t going to turn into a dragon either as that just seemed like cheating. •• The charming grin that quirked at the other deity’s lips made her suspicious and she cast him a look that said ‘what’s the catch, what are you up to.’ His response made her release a soft laugh and she rolled her eyes, “And what do I get if I win?” she drawled playfully, casting him an arched look. She was glad that he had managed to lighten the situation after she had clumsily made things rather... awkward. His next words made her scowl though and her blue-green eyes narrowed at him for she rather didn’t like the idea that he had been peeking into her mind, but decided not to comment and merely stuck out her pink tongue at him in a playful manner and inclined her head to his terms, “We fight till someone goes down, flesh wounds I can handle, now let us get back to fight,” she murmured. •• A smirk pulled at her lips as Ares caused blue flames to lick up he edges of his blade. Oh good. There would be fire. Static rippled in the air as both of them pulled on their powers, “That would be Miss Love Girl to you,” she retorted with an amused glint in her eye as she called up her own fire. A torrent of flames erupted from the earth around her, swirling and becoming a densely packed swirling tornado, obscuring her from view. Using the cover of the flames, Zephyra prepared herself and then laughed herself out of the vortex of flames - the fire obviously not even hurting her as she lunged and swung a blazing sword of crackling fire at the deity. What he didn’t know about her was that, not only was she the goddess of victory in Ancient Greece... but she was also the inspiration for the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet, the goddess of war. That made two deities of war meeting on the battlefield to face off. TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
NOTES;; do you want to rp out the battle or skip to the end with both of them exhausted or something?
ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/div][/style][/style][/center] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 4, 2012 13:27:52 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Vladimir stood there, his sword laying there upon the ground for the moment. As he spoke he watched her, grinning slightly as he did so. He felt a bit of satisfaction aand awe as she smiled, she was so beautiful when she smiled. He couldn’t remember when he had last been around someone who was essentially his equal, fighting or otherwise. Adding abilities into the mix would definitely make things much more interesting in this fight between them. They were both ancient beings who certainly had multiple strong abilities that could come in handy.
Her suspicion filled look almost made him want to laugh a bit as he knew what he was about to say but he didn’t. However when he finished his statement he smiled as she rolled her eyes at him. “What would you like?” he asked her, wondering to himself what she might demand if she were to win. Vlad actually found himself thinking that she was cute when she stuck her tongue out at him. He also too easily could find himself wondering how that tongue might feel twined with his in a deep kiss. If he was going to fight her he needed to shut out such thoughts from his mind. Vlad nodded his head in return as her statement to begin.
He raised a single eyebrow in amusement at her words, “Alright Miss Love Girl.” He winked at her, the flames on his blade reflected in his eyes. He stood there observing as she began what seemed to be a fire tornado around herself, so dense he lost view of her through the flames. It may have been odd but he found it somewhat attractive that she could control fire. Yup, Vladimir could definitely be a pyro at times, there was just something about fire that he loved. He had been a bit distracted by his thoughts when suddenly she shot out of the fiery tornado and swung at him with her blade. He brought his own sword up just in time to clash with hers, fiery sparks leaping off from their blades as he blocked her blow.
(I hope this next part is alright ‘cause it’s slight powerplaying I just yea you’ll see what I mean if it’s not ignore it or I’ll delete it)
For the next short while he defended himself while interspersing his blocks with swings of his own directed at her. In this flurry of swords he was in constant motion as he moved through the rubble, columns and debris that made up the ruins of the Parthenon, doing his best to meet her blow for blow. At first he was surprised that they were fighting right about the same level just before he began to focus more on the fight and what was happening right before him rather than the thoughts in his head. Vlad was absolutely clueless that at one point in time she had been the inspiration for the Egyptian goddess of war, Sekhmet. He soon decided to make things more interesting and called upon his telekinesis. Using this ability he lifted many of the loose chunks of stone from around them, levitating them several feet in the air for a few moments before sending them through the air at her.
Quickly he jumped up immediately after he sent the stones her way. Enhancing his jump with a minute amount of his ability of flight he found himself standing on the strand of stone that still lines the tops of the columns of the Parthenon. Nowadays much of the roof was nonexistent anymore however there was still space to walk along if you were a being who could even get up there in the first place. Glancing down he looked for her, actually hoping and believing that most likely she was able to at least avoid the worst of the stones that he had hurled her way.
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 4, 2012 22:47:03 GMT -8
•• Hmm... What did she want. If she won this fight, what did she want from him... She wasn’t quite sure and so she was silent for a moment, contemplating. Slowly, a mischievous smirk quirked at her lips and she cast her eyes away and then up, “Oooohhh... I dunno...” Blue-green eyes moved back to Vlad in a direct look, “If I win, I get to take you to my home, tie you to my bed, and do whatever I want to you.” She said it with a straight face, direct and serious, except for the glittering mischievous eyes. Yup. That sounded like a good prize to her if she were to win. “Oh... and you tell me you’re name. I somehow doubt it’s Ares or Mars.”
•• Fire. As a fire elemental it was only natural for her to love fire. It burned hot just like her. It never hurt her but rather crooned to her like a parent to a child, soothing, comforting... familiar. Through the millennia her fire had been the only constant. Her dark red hair, originally the bane that set her apart from her family and got her run out from her home, was now a source of pride for her. The glint of fire from Ares’ blade reflected in his eyes in the black pupil. The fire was almost like an attractive aphrodisiac, sucking her in, calling to her like a siren. Pulling on her own power, she created a vortex of flame around herself, a blistering heat to anyone other than someone who was accustomed to flames and could control them. The vortex obscured her from view and gave her the element of surprise as she burst from it and attacked, swinging her blade down in a wide arc.
•• The clash of metal on metal rang in the air, fiery sparks leaping forth where their blades connected. Without holding back, Zephyra bashed at Vladimir with everything she had, testing him this time for where his strengths and weaknesses were in his footwork and defense. She no longer had the benefit of being underestimated here and so they just ended up fighting in a constant motion, a flurry of blades and sparks and clashes. Neither of them really making much head-way in their attacks, neither of them breaking through the other’s guard. This impasse slowly began to frustrate Zephyra, her attacks becoming more and more ferocious and fast, her feet moving swiftly and smoothly over the rough terrain. Perhaps it was time to bring some other abilities into this.
•• But her opponent beat her to it. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the chunks of stone levitating up from the ground. She instantly broke away from Ares in order to be able to defend herself better, calling up on her spell-casting. She muttered a swift string of Latin under her breath as her opponent jumped up to the roof of the Parthenon. A shimmering blue sphere appeared around her just as the boulders flew at her, they crashed against the blue electric field of energy and were incinerated on contact or deflected. She felt a small drain on her energy with each hit but it was very slight. Deflecting a couple boulders was nothing to a deity of her caliber.
•• Looking up at Ares on the Parthenon, she arched her eyebrows, “Is that all you’ve got?” she teased and leapt up to join him on the Parthenon, leaving several meters of distance between them. As she did so, she decided to use a different tactic. Pulling on her animorph ability, she performed a partial shift, the bones of her face elongating and shifting, her tailbone elongating, her fingernails lengthening until they were claws. A long slender lion tail swished behind her, offering her better balance up on the Parthenon, dangerous claws now armored her hands, and her teeth had become sharp and elongated like those of a cats.
•• With a feline grace, Zephyra leapt across the distance between them, leaping around, zig-zagging in an attempt to keep Ares from being able to follow her easily. Closer and closer she came and then she leapt at him from the side, mid-jump transforming entirely into a fierce lionness as it gave her the benefit of greater weight and strength. With this, she attempted to knock him over and pin him down. If that didn’t work, she tried to sink her teeth into him to infect him with the toxin her body created, much like the venom of a snake, due to her acidity ability. If her teeth sunk into his flesh, it would release a burning acid into his system that - while not lethal - would hurt like hell and cost a bit more than a sword wound to heal.
•• If she managed to pin him down, she sunk her claw into his shoulders and growled low in her throat at him, her feline ears pressed back against her skull, bearing white pearly fangs that were sharper than those of your average lion. She then attempted to throw him off of the Parthenon building and pounce after him, hoping to knock the wind out of him and perhaps get the upper hand by switching back and pressing the tip of her blade against his throat.
•• In the case that neither tactic worked, she shifted back into her human form - fully clothed as she had learned how to shift her clothes into her animal forms - she called on her magic and pyrokinesis and sent a hailstorm mixed with fire balls his way.
TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
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ALL CREDIT;; goes to katze [/style][/style] |
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 5, 2012 17:13:58 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
Vladimir stood there awaiting her response. He was absolutely clueless as to what she might ask for in the event she were to best him. His eyes narrowed in on her lips as they moved, the small smirk that was there. Slowly his gaze moved up to meet her direct look. Vlad was fairly shocked by her words however restrained himself by reflecting this in his expression. His eyes ran over her face several times, searching for any sign whether she was serious or merely playing around. Overall her countenance was serious however there seemed to almost be a playful glint in her eye. The corner of his lips twitched up slightly at her final words, “Fair enough, however I doubt Aphrodite’s your name either… “
Then the battle began. It was much more of his caliber than he would expect from most beings. Yet she was one of the few he expected to be met with skill of an equal level. Each time they met each other with a blow or a block their blades would clash harshly, fiery sparks and flames leaping out from around the blades. This was the first time in a long time that he had been able to truly unleash himself in a fight where he did not wish to maim or kill his opponent, and didn’t have to worry about doing so. Truth be told it was somewhat of a turn-on to see a female fight this well and to be fighting against said female. Let alone the fact that it was her and that he could for some odd reason clearly remember their one-night tryst from centuries before.
As he sent the chunks of stone towards her in a flurry of motion Vlad jumped up on top of the Parthenon. From above, he watched as she conjured a blue sphere of what he only could assume was some kind of energy to shield herself from the stones. “Not in the least…†he grinned at her as she leapt up onto the top of the Parthenon as well. He stood there calmly as she partially shifted. He took in the features as they changed, the fingernails, her facial structure, the tail that extended from her tailbone, and finally her teeth. Vladimir had seen many things in his years and who knew if he had seen anything quite like this but he had seen enough shapeshifting take place it didn’t phase him in the least.
He could see her enough to tell that she was approaching him at an unnatural speed however not well enough to quite tell from what angle she would finally reach him at. Bracing himself the deity waited until finally she launched herself at him, finishing her shift as she did so. Vlad did his best to absorb some of the impact from her attack however was still knocked fairly off balance. Not enough to topple him entirely over however. As he grappled with the now lioness he felt something pierce deep into his skin. Flesh wounds were little to him, when it was something that couldn’t kill him the vampire cared very little. However now as he looked down he could see that her razor-sharp teeth had latched onto his shoulder. As he realized that he could feel a burning sensation begin to spread from the site. While he possessed the ability of healing it wasn’t always a match for supernatural toxins, especially when they were from someone of his own level and age. And his power of restoration would take too much time and energy that he couldn’t afford at the moment to spare. He could feel his healing come into effect however it was struggling to fight its own battle with her venom. No doubt it would take quite a while to heal himself entirely from it, much longer than he could wait, the battle would probably be well over by then.
Her initial attempt to knock him over had failed however now as he stood there, body burning as if lit afire from within he wrapped his own arms tightly around her feline body and twisted himself off and over the edge, or tried to anyways. If this worked he fell down, doing his best to twist in the air and land on top of her as they landed. Once there he sprung up onto his feet, the burning present as he nearly lost his footing.
If this did not work he continued to fall off of the Parthenon yet twisted in the air, performing a flip to wind up landing on his feet.
He had brought his sword up with him onto the Parthenon however when she had injected him with her venom and launched herself at him it had gone over the side and was somewhere in the stone rubble. He tried his best to call his telepathy into action to draw his blade to his side however the burning had spread and he found himself having problems focusing on what he desired to do. However, he wasn’t out of action as his blade was shakily moving through the air, too slowly for his preference. Vlad was no fool he knew she would be up and about before he would be able to aim a blow or even hold his sword in his hand if he had to guess.
Watching her he put all of his will into drawing his blade to him and soon held the weapon in his hand. However his limbs felt afire, it was rare when pain broke through his shields however he consoled himself slightly with the fact that it was of supernatural origin. As the pain hit a peak he loosed a primal roar from deep in his throat, snarling before finally returning his gaze once more to his opponent.
At the moment it would seem that she would best him soon. Would he really be all that disappointed if she were to win? And actually take the price she had stated for her win? He really didn’t think he would mind at all … unless of course she had torture or something of that in mind, yet somehow he thought that wasn’t what she had meant.
WORD COUNT;; 1042
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OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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Post by zephyra aphrodite drakonia on Dec 5, 2012 21:12:58 GMT -8
•• Teeth sunk into flesh, blood filling her mouth. It was not an unpleasant taste. Metallic. Coppery. Salty. Full of life. Zephyra wasn’t a vampire but her lion genetics still loved the taste of blood as well at her inner-dragon that so craved blood and battle. She was a warrior to the core, millennia of hardship had forced her to adapt, to hide and lock away her soft side, hardening herself to death and killing. It had taken a few centuries but her circumstances had molded her into who she was today... and she still did her best to keep that soft, gentle side of her locked away, away from harm, safe and protected from the cruelty of others. She had tasted of heartbreak, of betrayal... and she didn’t care to relive it.
•• Zephyra’s initial attempt to kick him over the edge of the Parthenon did not work as expected though. While she had injected her toxin into Ares’ shoulder, she knew that the battle was not won yet, and he was handling the pain he must be feeling much better than she had originally expected. She had gotten cocky once she had tasted of his blood and flesh and had found herself distracted by the intoxicating taste. It gave her opponent the element of surprise as he wrapped his arms around her feline form and twisted in the air, rolling them off the edge and hurdling to the ground. Tearing her jaws away from his shoulder, releasing a startled yowl, Zephyra attempted to free herself so that she could land on her feet at the very least but her attempt was in vain and she was too shocked to pull on her spell-casting and remember the Latin words to cast a spell to cushion her fall.
•• Zephyra slammed into the ground with a great momentum, the added force of Ares on top of her was enough to wind her. But that wasn’t all it did. She had landed badly so that there was a jagged rock beneath her. As her body hit the ground with a sickening thud, she felt several bones snap and her spine shifted in a way it should not have. A silent scream tore from her, made mute by all the air leaving her lungs. Her vision went red as pain flooded her system, leaving her breathless and paralyzed. She was momentarily unaware of what her opponent was doing, much less of any of her surroundings. Her muscles quivered with pain and a quite whimper slipped past her lips. But her restoration, healing ability swiftly rushed to work to repair the damage done to her body. Her body slowly morphed back into that of her human one even as her bones shifted back into place, mending, her skin knitting back together to heal any cuts and scrapes she had.
•• The healing process did not take all that long, no more than a minute or two, but to Zephyra it felt much longer as her system tried to deal with the shock of the pain. It had been a long time since she had felt that type of pain. Slowly, Zephyra got to her feet, once again clothed and human, even as the remaining wounds of hers were being healed. Blue-green eyes moved to find the culprit of the pain. Fury was slowly building in her even as her respect for the incredibly attractive male rose. He was a worthy opponent. But that didn’t matter. Her pride felt injured. Pulling her ebony bow from her back and an arrow, and twirled around to face him, wincing ever so slightly at the pain in her back which was slowly going away.
•• Narrowed eyes glared at Ares once they landed on him, bow drawn, arrow pulled back, the fletching brushing against her cheek. She was prepared to release it, her breathing coming swiftly, aiming for his jugular. Her body was quivering though and she could not get a good aim with a shaking hand so she lowered her weapon, taking a deep healing breath. It seemed that her toxin was having a pretty good affect on Ares as his sword was shakily, unsteadily, making its way back to its owner. Even as she lowered her bow, Ares let loose a primal roar from deep within this chest, snarling before finally returning his gaze to her.
•• By this time she felt almost good as new, if perhaps a little worse for wear. Raising her bow once more, determined to win, she sent an arrow at his arm, and another at his leg and then swung her bow back across her back, drew her sword and launched at him, eyes blazing, red fire bursting to life around her blade. She stopped short before him, the tip of her blade pointed at Ares’ throat, the tip lightly pressed against his jugular. “Surrender?” she asked, her voice a soft, but unsteady purr, laced with a hint of confidence and anger but at the same time admiration. The battle had been amazing and fun but since the fall had snapped her spine, it had drained her significantly of energy and she could feel the strain on her muscles. Even she had a limit and against Ares, she had reached it faster than she ever had before.
TAGS;; nyx with vlad
MUSE;; awesome
MUSIC;; ipod on shuffle
WORD COUNT;; enough
ATTIRE;; described
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Post by vladimir dracula tepes on Dec 6, 2012 18:23:20 GMT -8
~ VLADIMIR DRACULA TEPES ~
As her teeth pierced his skin he attempted to balance himself well enough to avoid a fall. She wasn’t exactly the lightest of beings in the form of a lioness, fit and healthy but lions weren’t known to be small felines. Under different circumstances a bite, even a bite this deep, may have actually almost been a turn-on for him, after all he was a vampiric being in nature. However in the heat of battle or such a bite was simply a bite. But just as suddenly as she had launched herself at him he wrapped his arms tights around her lion form and hurtled them both over the edge of the ancient building. As they fell he could feel it as she writhed and squirmed around trying to free herself.
The force of their impact was harder than he had originally thought it would be. Perhaps he should have taken the blow, he thought, but knew she was of an equal age now hopefully she would have a similar healing ability or tolerance to bear any resulting wounds. He felt several minute pops as he laid there tangled with her however he was up and on his feet before he could lay thought to what that might mean for her. As he stood there, calling his side to his side, or doing his best anyways, Vlad noticed in his peripheral vision that she had once more taken the shape of a human woman. He put further effort into his telekinesis however only succeeded in speeding his sword’s flight up slightly. Not enough… he growled out within his own mind.
Finally he laid his eyes once more upon her, his sword several feet away still and steadily getting closer, hopefully the hilt would land in his hand with the way it would randomly bob or jerk now and then. The first and quite obvious thing of note he saw was that she was now holding a bow and arrow aimed directly at him. Before he knew it he felt his body jerked back slightly twice in a row, two arrows now lodged deep within his arm and leg. Looking at his arm and then his leg he blinked slowly a few times, quite odd for a being who was usually unnaturally swift. He could feel the tip of her blade hovering barely from his own neck.
Then… he lost it. Lost himself for several moments, rage blinding him. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of times he had been injured, many in a similar fashion. Flashbacks assaulted his mind as they often did. Days in battle of him fighting many men to the death, even women now and then despite the common stigma in the past that women should not fight, however he never had killed a woman in cold blood. Well not since the night he had slaughtered his tribe, all but one of his two sons had perished at his assault. His family, his wife, his son, all gone. But that was for another time now he was lost in memories of battles and wars fought among the centuries. He was lost for maybe thirty seconds at the most and yet while in that state his body reacted as if it were in those fatal battles once again, not a relatively friendly challenge instead.
Who could say if it was a conscious or unconscious reaction however either way his ability of pain-synthesis was activated as he stood there enraged and in pain, mostly from the venom. As if a bubble, an invisible bubble, the ability stretched out before him and targeted the first living being it could focus itself upon, Aphrodite or whoever she actually was. His eyes were pure black orbs currently staring directly at her and yet he stared far off on a time and place long gone. For the better part of thirty seconds his ability focused itself upon her, who knows how much of an effect, how much pain it might actually cause her.
Eventually he snapped back to himself to find the sword within his palm and himself suddenly back at the ancient ruins of the Parthenon, well he was realizing that was where he was in current reality once more anyways. His body shuddered, the sword voluntarily falling from his palm to clatter loudly upon the stones beneath his feet. Vladimir cast his gaze down on the ground rather than to continue looking upon her. He knew what had happened in those moments he had lost himself, knew how much pain he had potentially caused her undue, how wrongly his ability (he himself) had assaulted her just then. Falling to his knees he bowed his head and blinked until finally he looked back up at her. Vlad could feel blood trickling down his neck from where he pricked himself upon her blade but gave no heed to it. His eyes were once again their normal icy-blue tone, and if one were to look closely perhaps there was a nearly unnatural wet glint to them for a flicker of a moment. Ducking his head once more his body shook violently for the course of several moments before he was still as death itself, no breath even leaving or entering his body. Into the silence, in the quietest of whispers, he spoke a single word he had never truly uttered before in the course of his long life, pleading for something he had never needed or wanted before, “Mercy…”
WORD COUNT;; 914
NOTES;;
OUTFIT;; sweatpants/tennis shoes/ sword
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