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Offline Viscount Rhi-Rhi

Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« on: September 30, 2017, 09:20:07 PM »
Lions.

Why was it always lions.

Yasmin paced as she waited for the portcullis to open, her hands twitchy with nerves and belly tight with anticipation, as it always was before a fight. One of the guards had let on that the match today would be a team sport against lions, so that...wasn't as bad as it could be. Lions were predictable; they were powerful and they were deadly, and one misstep would mean jaws around her throat or a ripped off face--but they weren't cunning or manipulative like people were. They were just frightened and confused and starved and beaten into aggression.

And like her, they had no choice.

She felt terrible having to kill the poor beasts--but she thanked Hakeshna that she wouldn't have to add any tattoos to her fingers today. Better animals than people.

From beyond the heavy door, she could hear the shouts of the crowd and feel the vibrations of their stomping feet, all eager for the bloodbath to come, and she took a deep breath to clear her mind. It was almost time, which meant it was time to get into role. To lose herself and become the Lioness that lived for the sport and smiled through the blood spray. She checked herself over, adjusting the straps of her breast plate, checking the ties of her sandals.

When the door finally opened, she let her breath out and darted out into the arena with a skip in her step and a grin on her lips, scimitar in hand. She waved to the crowd and blew them kisses, turning in a circle to see them all, and saluted them with a flourish of her blade.

Yeah, that's right. Cheer your hearts out, you bloodthirsty jackals, she thought bitterly as she smiled and twirled her sword to show off--and keep her nervous hands busy. Like to see how long you'd cheer without these walls between us. Also, go fuck yourself. Kisses!

And she blew the crowd another kiss.
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Adamaris // Aderyn // Aki // Alexander // Anoki // Astrid // Axieva // Aysel //  Beatrid // Branwen // Briar // Cadmus // Cerys // Charik // Chephirah // Clover // Corryn // Dai // Delwyn // Demaht // Durga // Einin/Owl // Fang // Faolán // Faris // Felix // Frost // Gwendolyn // Hatame // Hayate // Hazel // Hyacinthe // Ife // Iris // Jayari // Jirou // Juniper // Katxiel // Khaiya // Khero // Koi // Kota // Kuan // Kuvira // Kyran // Kyori // Liam // Makani // Makoro // Max // Maya // Mei // Misae // Monster // Nakato // Naovi // Nasrin // Nelly // Niaaki // Niamh // Noor // Pepper // Qiana // Qismat // Quinn // Raxta // Riyarin // Rowan // Sachi // Sadb // Sahar // Scarab // Siobhan // Simonea // Sita // Song // Syrae // Taj // Tanith // Tessa // Tiaret // Tikaani // Vahni // Valor // Victoria // Wakiza // Xinyi // Yarra // Yasmin // Yiroa // Yun // Zahara

Offline Aeytrious

Re: Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #1 on: October 01, 2017, 12:27:37 AM »
        Vegter, known among those that frequented the arena bouts as The Entertainer, waited with calm patience. This was his life, his every day. He was born for this, raised in this world, trained to be the best, and that's what he was. The best. If you wanted a show, if you wanted excitement, you came to see Vegter Opshepperij dance in the arena. The portcullis began to raise, and the voices of the crowd grew more frantic with excitement. It had rattled to the top, and Vegter took his first step out and looked up at the crowd. His crowd, he told himself, his audience. As the portcullis began to descend, the gate guard called out to Vegter.
        "Try not to kill Yasmin out there today. She's supposed to be your partner in this one." That was absurd, he thought. Vegter didn't need a partner, he didn't need anyone but the chaff that he would cut down. He'd decide later if keeping Yasmin alive would be better entertainment than ending her today.
        Vegter strode forward with a swagger. The crowd was going mad with the anticipation. He lifted his arms and called to them, his adoring fans. "Are you ready for real entertainment? Vegter will entertain you!" He ran toward the center of the arena, performed two forward handsprings, followed by a front flip, and landed with a sweeping flourish of his arms. He was ready to face whatever today's challenge would be.
Guild
The Soot Wolves

Characters
Ryk/Theodore/Rufus
ArjanDirkElijahGeldGulliusHiramKurohanaLexMelyndaria
MowellesaSehrayanahTiberiusValencia
Ritousaey

8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8utter.
"8ut," said she, "this 8utter's 8itter.
If I put it in my 8atter,
It will make my 8atter 8itter.
8ut a 8it of 8etter 8utter
That would make my 8atter 8etter."
So 8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8etter 8utter
(8etter than her 8itter 8utter)
And she put it in her 8itter 8atter
And made her 8itter 8atter a 8it 8etter.

Yes. I know I'm sexy.
You don't need to keep pointing it out.

Offline Viscount Rhi-Rhi

Re: Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #2 on: October 01, 2017, 01:49:44 AM »
...Oh.

It was him.

Yasmin had been informed that this would be a team sport, and she had been nonplussed about it. It didn't matter to her who it was, so long as they were competent enough not to get her killed. And if they weren't? Well, if it was a matter of her living or dying, she was willing to make that sacrifice for them. As in, sacrifice them.

But then she saw...

Him.

And she could already feel the groan bubbling up, along with a warm rush of anger.

Him.

"The Entertainer", indeed!

While she had never had the joy of interacting with him in person, his reputation preceded him. He was an entertainer. And he lived for the thrill, for the kill. She had even witnessed a few such performances--and the memory sickened her. He enjoyed this. Genuinely enjoyed it. And those were the gladiators she hated the most--the volunteers and the thrill-seekers.

She froze in mid-wave, her hand still raised, and the dropped it slowly back to her side as she watched him pander. And the crowd fucking loved it.

Of course they did.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Yasmin's smile twitched, and she realized her teeth were bared now in more of a grimace than a grin. But she quickly corrected that and turned her back to him in the pretense of waving at more of the crowd--who was in an utter uproar now, because of course he was a fan favorite. They never cheered half so loud for her--not that she was jealous or anything. It was just that, though she didn't even know him, she'd already decided she disliked him--and therefore everything he did was going to be irritating by default.

Turning back around, she shot him a piercing look. "Vegter. I've heard a lot about you," she said. "Try not to let your fans distract you?"

And then there was a metallic screech, signalling the opening of another portcullis, and Yasmin turned to look--and felt like she could vomit.

Because it wasn't lions being ushered through the gate, but people. Dirty and haggard, some large and hulking and terrifying, others small and shriveled and cowering.

Criminals.

This was a Hakeshna-damned execution.
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Adamaris // Aderyn // Aki // Alexander // Anoki // Astrid // Axieva // Aysel //  Beatrid // Branwen // Briar // Cadmus // Cerys // Charik // Chephirah // Clover // Corryn // Dai // Delwyn // Demaht // Durga // Einin/Owl // Fang // Faolán // Faris // Felix // Frost // Gwendolyn // Hatame // Hayate // Hazel // Hyacinthe // Ife // Iris // Jayari // Jirou // Juniper // Katxiel // Khaiya // Khero // Koi // Kota // Kuan // Kuvira // Kyran // Kyori // Liam // Makani // Makoro // Max // Maya // Mei // Misae // Monster // Nakato // Naovi // Nasrin // Nelly // Niaaki // Niamh // Noor // Pepper // Qiana // Qismat // Quinn // Raxta // Riyarin // Rowan // Sachi // Sadb // Sahar // Scarab // Siobhan // Simonea // Sita // Song // Syrae // Taj // Tanith // Tessa // Tiaret // Tikaani // Vahni // Valor // Victoria // Wakiza // Xinyi // Yarra // Yasmin // Yiroa // Yun // Zahara

Offline Aeytrious

Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #3 on: October 22, 2017, 06:09:28 PM »
        Executions were one of Vegters favorite events. Massively outnumbered by criminals wearing rags and given subpar weapons. They were promised a new life as a gladiator if the could survive. Of course that meant that they'd have to kill the contenders that had been chosen to kill them, and kill any other poor fools that had survived as well. There could only be one. It was a rare thing for a new arena fighter to be chosen this way.
         Vegter wasted no time on thought or hesitation. He pulled the twin axes from his back and raised them both in salute to his adoring fans. The beautiful weapons were fashioned like side-handle batons with axe heads sprouting from the business end of the weapons. Vegter spun them about, twisting and flipping them across his hands, around his wrists and forearms. His stride did not break as he dashed at the closest group of criminals. The criminals headed toward Vegter paused at the gladiators eagerness. Those that were cowering and not moving forward began to run away when they heard his gleeful laughter.
        The largest of the cattle was only put off for a moment but then he moved to the front of his group and got ready for Vegter’s assault. He held a large rusted sword in two hands, and looking part ogre, was nearly 8’ tall. A strong, unexpected heave of Vegters arm, propelled one of his axes through the air so fast everyone was surprised when it wedged directly into the behemoths face. Long loping strides brought Vegter to the giant of a man before he could begin to topple. He ran straight up him like wall, pulling the axe from his face and leaping off his shoulders. He sailed over the other criminals that were standing ready to fight and ran straight for those that were fleeing. Vegter delighted in the carnage, cutting them down as his fleet feet carried him past. Again and again he threw his axes forward ripping them from corpses as he dashed forward killing over and over. Their fear was delightful and the cheers of the crowd were delicious.
Guild
The Soot Wolves

Characters
Ryk/Theodore/Rufus
ArjanDirkElijahGeldGulliusHiramKurohanaLexMelyndaria
MowellesaSehrayanahTiberiusValencia
Ritousaey

8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8utter.
"8ut," said she, "this 8utter's 8itter.
If I put it in my 8atter,
It will make my 8atter 8itter.
8ut a 8it of 8etter 8utter
That would make my 8atter 8etter."
So 8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8etter 8utter
(8etter than her 8itter 8utter)
And she put it in her 8itter 8atter
And made her 8itter 8atter a 8it 8etter.

Yes. I know I'm sexy.
You don't need to keep pointing it out.

Offline Viscount Rhi-Rhi

Re: Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #4 on: October 23, 2017, 05:19:40 PM »
Yasmin would have rather faced Vetger himself than participate in an execution.

She had hoped the last one was...well, her last.

For a moment she stood there, stomach twisting; it took a great deal to make that emotional and mental shift, to both resign and steel herself to murdering helpless people when she'd been prepared for animals. Vetger, however, showed no such hesitation. He flew into the fray, laughing, and effortlessly cut down the largest of the group in a stunt that would have been beautiful if it wasn't so ugly and bloody.

And then he was past the falling body--and tearing into the runners.

He went straight past the real criminals, the real fighters, and right for the frightened ones. The criers. The petty criminals that begged and sobbed and cowered as he hacked into them.

For a moment, Yasmin stared in abject horror and disgust. It usually went that they fought the aggressive ones first, and that, hopefully by the time they'd finished them, the timid ones would have transitioned from flight to fight. At least then she could try to goad them into an attack so it at least felt like self defense, sick as that was. But Vetger had also left her with all the true criminals as he slayed the weak ones, and as they saw their fellows get sliced into bloody meat, rather than freeze up, they got desperate.

Especially when they saw the other gladiator was just a woman.

While a group of them split off to try and get Vetger from behind while he chased down the runners, the bravest of the rest of them surged forward with yells and flailing weapons, and Yasmin snapped into action. It was her or them. That's what it always came down to. And her sympathies ended where her life was threatened.

She ducked low and swept the legs out from the leader of the pack, knocking him into the men behind him and finishing him with a quick horizontal slash to the belly that spilled his guts into the sand. He wouldn't die immediately, but he was certainly out of commission, so she turned her focus to the others as they swarmed her with clumsy strikes.

These were thugs, not fighters. Their brute strength and hard swings might work against the untrained folk they stole from, but not a trained gladiator who had been tested and survived time and time again. Yasmin twisted and weaved, her smaller size a boon in many ways. Her blade sang through the air, opening a throat here, a face there, her hands growing slick with blood as her own blood roared in her ears. But the will to survive another day was stronger than her own morality, so she let it go and went to the place she always did when it came down to this.

As she planted her foot on one corpse's chest and struggled to yank her blade out of his skull, another man armed with only a heavy chain looped it around her neck and pulled. She choked, genuinely surprised (and a little impressed) before she stomped hard on his instep and sank her elbow into his gut. A strong headbutt to his chin dislodged him, and she swung around and kicked him to the ground. Finally, she pulled her blade free and flicked the blood off of it.

The man, whose buddies had abandoned him, scrambled backwards from her on his hands, eyes wild with terror. The chain was far from his grasp.

Yasmin sighed and kicked a rusted sword toward him, one dropped by another criminal. "Come on. Get up."

This may be an execution, but she wasn't about to kill a man on his knees.
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Adamaris // Aderyn // Aki // Alexander // Anoki // Astrid // Axieva // Aysel //  Beatrid // Branwen // Briar // Cadmus // Cerys // Charik // Chephirah // Clover // Corryn // Dai // Delwyn // Demaht // Durga // Einin/Owl // Fang // Faolán // Faris // Felix // Frost // Gwendolyn // Hatame // Hayate // Hazel // Hyacinthe // Ife // Iris // Jayari // Jirou // Juniper // Katxiel // Khaiya // Khero // Koi // Kota // Kuan // Kuvira // Kyran // Kyori // Liam // Makani // Makoro // Max // Maya // Mei // Misae // Monster // Nakato // Naovi // Nasrin // Nelly // Niaaki // Niamh // Noor // Pepper // Qiana // Qismat // Quinn // Raxta // Riyarin // Rowan // Sachi // Sadb // Sahar // Scarab // Siobhan // Simonea // Sita // Song // Syrae // Taj // Tanith // Tessa // Tiaret // Tikaani // Vahni // Valor // Victoria // Wakiza // Xinyi // Yarra // Yasmin // Yiroa // Yun // Zahara

Offline Aeytrious

Re: Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #5 on: January 01, 2018, 02:56:39 PM »
        Vegter danced through his prey, cutting them down with grace and beauty in each motion and strike. He spun and leaped never breaking his momentum. Blood splattered across his face and body mixing with his glistening sweat and ran down in rivulets of spent life. His smile never left his face, and his laughter broke out at seemingly random moments. Even those that had chased him at first turned to run as he finished the last of the cowards and brought his attention to those that were a bit more bold. The faster, stronger ones, had been at the lead of the pack that pursued him, but they had fallen almost as quickly as those that Vegter had chased down before them.
        The man was truly delighting in the carnage, and that alone was hard for even the boldest among them to handle. As those that were stronger fell before Vegter, the lesser men and women lost their courage, and their hope. It was not long before he stood alone on his side of the arena. All those he had chased were lying dead, faces in the sand. Those that had thought to get him from behind were now dead as well. Some stared sightlessly up into the sky, their souls riding away on their wings of bravery. Vegter still felt the thrill. He craved more blood, and there were several criminals over by his “partner.” It was time to pay them a visit.
Guild
The Soot Wolves

Characters
Ryk/Theodore/Rufus
ArjanDirkElijahGeldGulliusHiramKurohanaLexMelyndaria
MowellesaSehrayanahTiberiusValencia
Ritousaey

8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8utter.
"8ut," said she, "this 8utter's 8itter.
If I put it in my 8atter,
It will make my 8atter 8itter.
8ut a 8it of 8etter 8utter
That would make my 8atter 8etter."
So 8etty 8otter 8ought a 8it of 8etter 8utter
(8etter than her 8itter 8utter)
And she put it in her 8itter 8atter
And made her 8itter 8atter a 8it 8etter.

Yes. I know I'm sexy.
You don't need to keep pointing it out.

Offline Viscount Rhi-Rhi

Re: Make it RAIN...blood. |: [Aeyt!] [M]
« Reply #6 on: January 02, 2018, 11:43:27 AM »
She gave the man a chance. He picked up the sword, and Yasmin let him make the first move. But he was clumsy in his terror, and she cut him down easily, seeing no point in giving him false hope and drawing out the inevitable like a cat toying with a mouse. She delivered his death standing, so he could at least die with some dignity.

The remaining prisoners were not faring so well. They were cowering amongst themselves, their hope long gone, some vomiting from the sight of all that death and gore, or just from sheer terror, some sobbing. This was the worst. How could she be expected to deal with them? Whatever adrenaline had fueled her, she felt it seeping out of her, the fight draining from her. But she knew she had to deal with it. She wouldn’t be allowed out of here until she and Vetger had dispatched the criminals—or the criminals had dispatched the two of them.

She sighed. “You all realize if you kill us, you’ve got a chance,” she barked. “Get up! Get up and—“

A collective gasp and whimper rippled through the remaining prisoners, and Yasmin turned to see Vetger approaching. Well. Wouldn’t be long now. “Or die like cattle. Your choice,” she said, and slid her blade into the closest prisoner’s chest.

It was a mercy killing at this point.
OPEN THREADS! HOP ON IN FOR SOME WILD GOOD TIMES. 8D
Dreams of Demons
Blood and Roses.



Adamaris // Aderyn // Aki // Alexander // Anoki // Astrid // Axieva // Aysel //  Beatrid // Branwen // Briar // Cadmus // Cerys // Charik // Chephirah // Clover // Corryn // Dai // Delwyn // Demaht // Durga // Einin/Owl // Fang // Faolán // Faris // Felix // Frost // Gwendolyn // Hatame // Hayate // Hazel // Hyacinthe // Ife // Iris // Jayari // Jirou // Juniper // Katxiel // Khaiya // Khero // Koi // Kota // Kuan // Kuvira // Kyran // Kyori // Liam // Makani // Makoro // Max // Maya // Mei // Misae // Monster // Nakato // Naovi // Nasrin // Nelly // Niaaki // Niamh // Noor // Pepper // Qiana // Qismat // Quinn // Raxta // Riyarin // Rowan // Sachi // Sadb // Sahar // Scarab // Siobhan // Simonea // Sita // Song // Syrae // Taj // Tanith // Tessa // Tiaret // Tikaani // Vahni // Valor // Victoria // Wakiza // Xinyi // Yarra // Yasmin // Yiroa // Yun // Zahara

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