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( Angelus's World )
Battles, Races, Dances, Songs. Does it matter whether the event draws sweat or blood? People flock to watch and be entertained by the struggle of others. Is it for amusement, or do you seek to distract yourself from struggles of your own?
[End Voice Post]
- Mood:
contemplative
What sort of nonsense is this? Are there any who would dare a dragon to anything?
Foolish games! The deities reveal their immaturity once more.
[long frustrated growl]
Very well then. If you are bold enough, choose your fate carefully.
Truth or Dare.
[/voice post]
- Mood:
cranky
A lean, muscle-and-whipcord type of girl stands staring at her nude body, the network device only catching her physique from the waist up.
"What?" Her voice is just as rough, only without the rumbling undertone, and sounds almost as if the girl's windpipe had been crushed a long time ago and healed wrong. Her hands curl into fists as an angry expression builds on the contours of her face.
"Is it not enough that I must watch them? Must I now become them as well?"
She notices the camera now, and stalks over to it, brushing it irritatedly aside. The imagery blurs, and fritzes out as the camera hits the ground
[/Video Post]
[flapping wingbeats an be heard, and a growl of minor annoyance. She's not flying as fast today, so the wingbeats are both more laboured and more constant. No breeze for soaring today :/ ]
This fog is far too thick and too consistant. What clouds stretch from the earth to the heavens with no breaks between them?
The deities toy with nature once more. Is this the extent of the curse, or do they plan something else...
[A dull thud as she lands by the forest]
Neither sky nor human city bears residing in today.
[End Voice Post]
[Voice Post]
[A rather stomach turning series of thick dripping noises can be heard as the dragon rumbles. There are squishing sounds as she shifts, or something like a small spot of rain every time she flicks her wings.]
What is this?
Does the City think to drown me in blood as some form of punishment? Hmph… The blood of those who brought my world to ruin is hardly a torment.
Would you have enjoyed this day, Caim? Or would even this flood not quench your thirst?
[end voice post]
The dragon swooped in low over the Xanadu gardens, feeling the wind rush over her scales. It was the only time she ever felt something close to contentment, being in the air above something that resembled nature. If she could've she might have tried to stay in the forest, but a creature like her needed room for wingspan.
She swung around again, and landed, waiting to meet Lyra and Pantalaimon. She wasn't really sure why she wanted to seek their words. It confused her, just a little, and that irritated her. But she could think of no others to go to to speak of her intentions. She had learned rather quickly and abruptly that she might need to forge something like a truce or at least light connections with some of the non-dragons of the City. Further, she was begining to see that many humans here were very surprising in their behavior. She still didn't trust them, and she still thought them reckless, greedy, and foolish.... but perhaps..... just.... perhaps.... there were some who might be worth getting to know.
The trouble was... socialization was very clearly not this dragon's strong suit. which carried another irritating notion. The thought that she might be weak in some area. She knew she had limits.... but such weakness? From a dragon? So the mighty Angelus needed someone to speak to, to gain further insight from. Lyra and Pan knew her name, and she felt a certain kinship with them. So they would do.
She stood and waited, scanning the grounds, tail sweeping through fields of flowers
[end action post!]
- Location:Xanadu
'Tis a fine thing when ye wake up speakin loike a bloody fool. This may be th' first I've heard o' this manner of speech, but I be tirin of it quickly. This be another strange curse, to be sure.
T' Lyra, Pantalaimon, an' Vash...... I'll be havin' a word with th' both o' ye after this blasted curse be over, o' course. T'would be a damned pain otherwise.
[end voice post]
[OOC: OMG I"M SORRY I'VE BEEN SO SLOW WITH HER!
[A great deal of very large sounding creaking and shuffling can be heard in the background. When she speaks, the dragon's voice sounds raspy and relatively weak]
This curse again? Or one very like it..... Must the city resort to repeating itself?
[attempted growling. gurgling? hacking? growling] I will warn you once. Do not come near me today.
[/voice post]
[Tudding as the dragon tromps up to the Opera House afte recovring from her ordeal of the barrier attack. Unfortunately, she's quite cursed, as one might expect since she's not flying or growling. The sound of the door opening accompanies her entry to the house proper and her voice, when she speaks, sounds slightly muffled]
Arf! Arf! Master? Master, I brought the paper!
[End Audio]
[OOC: Yes.... those are imitation barks you hear as she pads about looking for her 'master'. Angelus is cursed to think she's Tamaki's pet dog x.x have fun!]
[video post]
[angelus attacks the barrier full force, only to watch it come hurtling back towards her body. She roars in surprise and attempts to twist out of the way, but the attack comes to fast and she's thrown through the air, cartwheeling and spinning uncontrolably until she lands in the water near the island with a tsunami of a canonball dive. She sinks down....
stays down....
stays down...
stays down....
then her body floats up. She's not moving, eyes closed and lock neck limp. The natural movement of the water makes it hard to tell if she's actually breathing or not. She floats, wings outspread like downed sails over the water]
[end video post]
[OOC: for clarity's sake, she's not dead. It'd just be hard to tell from the video. She can either be rescued (by someone with a very large boat or strong teleportation powers x.x) or she'll wash up on the shore after a few days)
[The dragon soars through the sky, wind whistling by the mic, wings beating heavily. She roars once, heading off to the sky barrier she's chosen.]
We are fools to try this! But it was a fool who showed me such things could be possible...
Onward! We will show them our strength!
[End audio]
[ooc: she has a massive air blast attack you can sort of see in this clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5yExER80
Corrupt
You corrupt
Bring corruption to all that you touch
Hold
You behold
And beholden for all that you've done
And spell
Cast a spell
Cast a spell on the country you run
And risk
You will risk
You will risk all their lives and their souls
And burn
You will burn
You will burn in hell, yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
For your sins
And our freedom's consuming itself
What we've become
It's contrary to what we want
Take a bow
Death
You bring death, and destruction to all that you touch
Pay
You must pay
You must pay for your crimes against the earth
Yeah hex
Feed the hex
Feed the hex on the country you love
Now beg
You will beg
You will beg for their lives and their souls
Now burn
You will burn
You will burn in hell, yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
You'll burn in hell
Yeah you'll burn in hell
For your sins
[/Voice Post]
[it's her usual cynical voice] This snow is relentless. It does not feel natural. This city seems to ruin everything, even the semblances of nature it provides. I will remain in the opera house for now then.
[a change now. She still sounds harsh as ever.... but a note of true curioity can be caught in her voice] And yet you humans galavant about in it like hatchlings. Are you truly so easily entertained?
[You hear wing beats and the wind whistling about. An amused or bored grumble escapes the lips of a draconic mouth]
More human foolishness. Are your minds so unorganized that you must write your thoughts on paper? One wonders how you've accomplished what little you have. Do you wish everyone to know your plans, in the order you wish to perform them?
Hmph. The ocean makes for better company today. I have had enough of written words.
[end voice post]
Another curse day has passed us, and it seems it was yet another mild one at that.
The Opera House is too confining today. I wish to stretch my wings.
[end voice post]
[ooc: so not mentioning her curse xD she's off to the beach for some fun soaring times. Her wings are almost healed now, so she's gonna do a bit of hop, skip, jumps, then soaring and gliding. soon, she'll be flying over your buldings again xD]
[video is from Angelus' point of view. The camera is making disturbing lurches up and down as she bounds (yes... bounds) down the street on her hind legs and wings. The heavy thudding and rattling of the ground all around her doesn't seem to bother her in the least . My, what energy she has today!]
Where are those girls? I swear, never dependable... Do I watch over them to remind them of thier mission or to be thier mother?
[She stops at a crosswalk to wait for traffic. After all, little kitty bodies don't mesh well with cars. Only... she's not a little kitty body. As she looks around, her reflection shows in a building. She's evidently taped a giant crescent moon on her head. Seeing everything clear, she bounds off again, thundering along rapidly.]
[end video post]
[ooc: Angelus is cross-versed into sailor moon! She thinks she's a guardian kitty, like Luna or Artemis @_@ ]
[video post]
The large scaly rat scampers about makes little agitated noises as it examines itself. It growls and stares into the camera, baring it's pointed teeth.
"wh-what! I have been shrunken again. Curse you City! You've even stolen my wings! I will tolerate this no more. Tonight, I will overtake this city, and every poor fool that stands in my path!"
[end video post]
[ooc: yep, she's double affected xD She'll be running about trying to nom your ankles off and cut your electricity]
You humans and your illnesses. You seek to master everything, and yet nature send it's smallest agents to remind you of your place. Do-
[a soft rumble, a sort of curious grunt, followed by silence. She's listening in on something]
what is that music?
......
[a soft thud as she places a foot forward. Then another. Then a sound almost like a gigantic purr. But it's cut off by a snapping noise and a sudden, heavy growl. her voice is full of suspicion]
Such promises of joy... what could a song offer? Will chords of music return my flight? [and yet, the thudding ofher footsteps continues]
The City's games continue, I see. The hat could not fit on my head, and spoke of difficulty of 'sorting' me. What nonsense.
So I've fallen into some group labeled Slytherin. Very well then. Whatever the city intends to do with these groups, I will be ready.
[/Voice Post]
