Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 22, 2011 23:04:14 GMT -5
Outside of Bologna, it is easy to see why the Italian countryside is so highly revered. Warm sun and a light breeze accompanies the two below as they bathe in warm rays and relax in cool grass. Brutus, usually one for remaining inconspicuous, was stretched out underneath the sun and enjoying the warmth just as much as his Draconian companion. Who couldn't on such a lovely, beautiful day? Also, they were fairly far away from any farms or vineyards, so he felt fairly safe.
The rolling hills unraveled before them, and Beklea gazed lazily at the scene as she lay next to her friend, her head propped up on one scaly, brown arm. The sight reminded her very much of a painting she had once seen, long, long ago. Who had it been created by? Linda? Lynn? She wasn't certain.
There were a few buildings that could be seen in the far off distance, but nothing that worried the two. There was so much distance between this woman, her dragon, and the vineyards, that even if they had spotted her large, reptilian companion, then he would most likely be mistaken for a stone or a large mound of dirt.
Brutus let out a large, contented puff of air, after which Beklea lifted a hand and stroked her fingers across the scales along his neck. His head lolled to the side for a moment, a gesture of acknowledgement, and then replaced his head in the grass, his nose nudging gently at her leg.
Are you feeling alright?
Beklea smiled at his question, continuing to run her hand over his scales affectionately. "Yeah. Still sore, but I'm fine. This is actually the best I've felt for a while."
The young woman was still recovering you see, from the recent event she had participated in while visiting the lovely city of New York. She had planned to stay for two days, shop, sight see, etc, but during her first day of attempted excursion, the whole place had decided to blow up. Brutus had been very angry once he had found out, and even more upset that he hadn't been there to help her, but she just denied him his guilt, saying, 'It's my own fault. I told you to go do whatever you wanted, remember? And who would have thought that the whole place as going to go up in flames?' His answering reply was an aggravated puff.
Anyway, he could make it up to her by taking care of the weakened woman, like he had been doing for the past few days. But she wasn't the only one that had been enjoying these lazy, laid back evenings.
Brutus' tail wrapped around her form in reply to her statement, another protective barrier against the outside world, and then closed his eyes. This time, the satisfied puff that was heard came from the woman, and she continued to gaze happily out over the green hills, trees, and beautiful blue skies; accompanied by her dearest friend, wonderful weather, and a comfortable silence.
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2011 2:25:29 GMT -5 by Beklea Baudry
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 22, 2011 23:21:20 GMT -5
Oh the loveliness of it all! Thought the mind of Stilia Medusa, as she examined the beautiful countryside of Italy. The country had always been on her list of ‘Places I must see’, but, then again, so were many countries and sceneries. The fields of grapevines were the young woman’s current destination, and she wished to try the wine as she enjoyed the sights. She had heard that there was a quaint town nearby the one she had been residing in; a town with a spectacular view that naturalists and painters loved, either for creative purposes or for the mere want to see such a gorgeous place.
Naturally, unable to resist the urge, Stilia’s wandering feet- well, tail, but she wore feet as she travelled among humans- brought her exactly there, and she was breath-taken. It was as lovely as described, with purples and red dots of grapes coloring the green countryside, some half-hidden by vines and leaves. All she could think about was the beauty of the countryside, unaware to the rest of the world. The rest of the world, well, the men of the village, were also thinking of the beauty they saw, also wishing they could see more. Stilia had shifted to look like a girl she had seen on one of those magical little boxes humans called ‘televisions’, while wandering a store. She didn’t realize the reaction she was causing in men, for if she had she would have quickly become someone much less noticeable.
A spot of brown caught the Gorgon’s eyes, and she frowned, peering curiously at it. No one else in the village noticed it, but it was quite far, and a Gorgon, like every other supernatural creature, could see further than a human. Curious as to what could cause a spot of brown on the countryside, she decided to go for a hike thru the vibrant green hills, find out what exactly it was…
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2011 23:21:38 GMT -5 by Stilia Medusa
Post by Solemn Creed on Nov 22, 2011 23:53:24 GMT -5
Sol grumbled angrily. His life had been an awful wreck lately. First some guy curses him for practically no reason and second Italian women were not that much more attractive than any others he had seen so far. I came hear cuz i heard somewhere that Italian women were the best, Sol kicked a rock as he walked down the street that would take him from the town and for what? so i could eat a couple women who weren't any better than my usual fare. Then one of the voices spoke up look, it began you wouldn't be in this situation if you had listened to us said the smug voice. Yeah, we told you Russian was the way to go bro the suggestive voice said. At this Sol nearly laughed aloud. Look, i may have not been born in America but i hold steadfast to my American stereotypes: Foreign women are sexy and everyone in Russia drinks vodka Sol thought without a moments regret. So whats wrong with vodka? said the drunken voice. you know, stuff Sol thought.
At this some of the voices began to laugh, because they knew that they had beaten Sol. Sol's facial expression changed from his normal one of amusement to rage. He definitely did not like losing and those laughs quickly became screams as he made them pay. When Sol paused to look around he noticed that he had walked straight out of the town, so engrossed he had been in his internal dialog. Believing himself safely out of view Sol began to stretch for some good old fashioned flying. The side of Sol's neck began to itch and he almost slapped at it with his hand but instead he grew another mouth briefly that ate the bug. Ever since he had been cursed he seemed to taste much better than usual and he had attracted a lot of bugs at first. Sol's facial expression became smug when he thought of how he had found a way to lessen the little nuances.
Sol quickly launched into the air, gaining altitude rapidly, without bothering to leave his human guise or sprout wings. He flew out over the admittedly beautiful country. As he was in the air he spotted something he found very interesting, very interesting indeed. It looked like a woman who was sleeping nestled into an unusual looking pile of rocks, and she seemed familiar. When recognition hit Sol he became even more interested and he began to decend with the intent of speaking with her.
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2011 0:36:46 GMT -5 by Solemn Creed
"Is this all!?"The young demon screamed to the heavens"Is this all I am!? Just some toy for them!?"He kicked the ground frustrated"Was i created to give pleasure without ever receiving any of my own?Never!Not once have i.."he sits down,too frustrated to go on.'Shhh, dont worry we can fix your problem.'something whispered inside."Who-"he stopped and began to laugh maniacally - making of a young Sol
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 23, 2011 1:09:30 GMT -5
The silence that accompanied the two was only broken every few moments, be it a soft rustling of wind against leaves, a happy sigh, or the grass shifting beneath their bodies. Beklea had, eventually, closed her eyes, having had her fill of the landscape below. One of the downsides about her recovery, was that she was always tired. Tired, boring, and lazy. Not that Brutus was complaining. He actual preferred it this way. His little Draconian could be so annoying at times.
Another rustle was heard as the wind blew, causing leaves and foliage to brush up against each other. For Beklea, it was just another soft, comforting sound to help lull her to sleep. However, her dragon took it much differently. It wasn't, exactly, the sound it created that caused his eyes to open. It was another one of his senses that was assaulted.
The wind softly caressed the land, plants, and animals below... and with it came the scent of demon.
Brutus lifted his head abruptly, causing Beklea to give a grunt of annoyance. She was completely unaware of the threat that loomed above the both of them. But Brutus was... oh, he was very, very aware.
His large head lifted, yellow orbs catching Sol's form with an intensity that could send shivers down his spine; that is, if he was smart. Brutus had encountered demons before, and one unfortunate encounter had resulted in the harm of his Beklea. Another, while he wasn't present, had happened fairly recently. He'd be damned if he allowed her to be harmed again.
His wing lifted and expanded, hovering over Beklea's half conscious form protectively. A loud, guttural rumble erupted from his chest, and thick, scaled lips pulled back to reveal giant dagger-like teeth. Beklea finally stirred after the sound, and she was finally registering the absence of the sun's warmth. Her eyes had opened to see the underside of his wing, covering her completely.
"...Brutus? What is it?" she asked, the pitch in her voice rising with worry.
Demon.
Beklea froze. No. Please no. Not again. She just got finished with dealing with demons! Why again, and so soon!? The universe was out to destroy her. It really was.
Smoke began to leak from the dragon's mouth as his teeth parted, the rumble in his chest growing into a much louder, far more hostile growl. His eyes remained fixated on the approaching figure in the sky, his roars growing louder with Sol's ascent. His muscles tensed in preparation for what he thought was inevitable; a battle.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 23, 2011 20:40:48 GMT -5
As she covered more and more of the luxuriantly green ground, at a lazy, enjoyable stroll for her speed, she watched the brown spot to witch her desire to sight-see laid upon. As she approached at her slow, albeit steady pace, she noticed it to be an odd shaped rock. It was certainly something she would wish to explore, for it had an odd coloration, along with an odd ridged pattern, which looked slightly like scales from afar, albeit large scales. It even had two short points, of a different coloration, and seemed to split in odd places.
And that is when it moved.
It’s first few movements were almost impeccable, and Stilia was almost sure it was a trick of the mind. Surely that one patch of rock she saw, the one that looked oddly like it had moved and transformed in an eye pattern, was eye-patterned before! It had to be within her mind. At least, that is what she tried to convince herself before a whole portion rose, clearly revealing a long neck, and a reptilian head.
Her mouth dropped slightly, a dragon! She had never seen the majestic creatures before, and simply had to meet it. She had read that they could be wise creatures, and she hoped it was not one who deliberately seeked to harm others. Still, it did seem her weakness and eventual death would probably stem from her curiosity. And so she began running towards it, overcome with her urge. She even began a flight, to speed things along, keeping low to the ground.
She stopped when the scent of demon mixed with the scent of reptilian. She could clearly see the Draconian beside her dragon, and her ears quickly picked up on the hostile growl. She knew it was simply too foolish to approach now, and began a slow walk again, staying out of reach, but curious as to see the going ons. And, in the sky, she saw what seemed human, but smelt like fire and brimstone, fly closer…
Post by Solemn Creed on Nov 24, 2011 3:06:14 GMT -5
Sol's ear twitched when heard the dragon growl. He almost stopped in middflight and looked around for what was agitating it but he continued without pause and chuckled to himself a little. As Sol descended he glanced about to see if there was anything more interesting around than an unattractive dragon and a woman that apparently he had accidently terrorized already while blowing up and murdering people while he was on a rampage in New York a little while back. Sol briefly wondered if she would remember him. Then Sol laughed aloud. Of course she wouldnt. At the time he was in his demon form and even his smell was different. Sure he still had his looks but people dont look at a red skinned giant the same as they do... someone a lot more normal looking.
He saw a woman nearby and dismissed her with ease. He had no desire for a woman at the time, he had feasted well earlier and eating on a full stomach... Sounded oddly appealing. Sol paused mid air for a moment as he made an extremely difficult decision. Dragon and friend/woman and dragon or nearby woman? was the question he asked himself. He decided to continue he decent toward the dragon. Sol landed with contemptuous ease in crouched position. As he stood he adopted a pleasantly amused expression He first looked at the dragon then the woman. [glow=red,2,300]"Hello, i couldnt help but notice as i flew that you are a dragon and it is not everyday that one meets such a handsome creature."[/glow] Sol said to the dragon, [glow=red,2,300]"And i find you interesting as well."[/glow] He added to the woman accompanying him, not wishing to be rude. [glow=red,2,300]"Where are my manners," [/glow]Sol chuckled [glow=red,2,300]"I am Sol, and it would greatly honor me to know your names as well."[/glow] ((is short i know))
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2011 3:49:56 GMT -5 by Solemn Creed
"Is this all!?"The young demon screamed to the heavens"Is this all I am!? Just some toy for them!?"He kicked the ground frustrated"Was i created to give pleasure without ever receiving any of my own?Never!Not once have i.."he sits down,too frustrated to go on.'Shhh, dont worry we can fix your problem.'something whispered inside."Who-"he stopped and began to laugh maniacally - making of a young Sol
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 24, 2011 4:05:20 GMT -5
Brutus knew that she was there. He had known a short while after Sol had appeared. Her scent was just as strongly carried on the wind as the demon's was, and his sensitive nose was able to pick up and decipher the smell easily. The knowledge of her presence made him weary, but not incredibly so. He never had problems with Gorgon's in the past, and he was fairly certain that she would pose no threat now... but demons... they had proved themselves to be a thorn in his side before. The man dropping to the ground was priority. He was the current, number one threat.
Beklea had no choice but to remain where she was, trusting in her companion to keep her safe. She might have scrambled up and away if she had seen Sol, but her vision was blocked by the thick wing that covered over her. By this time, Brutus has risen to his full height in a standing position, and was fervently requesting for Beklea to do the same. His wing tilted as she struggled to her feet, one of her hands pressed against his flank to aid her rise. His wing helped support her once she was standing, then gently pushed her flush against his front leg.
She could see Sol now, due to the positioning of the wing, and while she watched his feet touch the ground in front of them, she wrapped her arms around Brutus' thick forearm. The Dragon continued to growl menacingly, not at all comforted by the demon's attempt at conversation.
He looked fairly normal. Just like a human. He didn't look at all like a demon, but she knew better than to judge others based on their appearances. He probably had a trick similar to Brutus'; or maybe that's just the way he truly looked. Either way, the sight of him seemed to ease her fears marginally. She wouldn't completely relax; she never could in the presence of a demon, but his appearance didn't seem frightening. ...But she trusted her dragon's judgement. He wouldn't be roaring and growling for just any reason.
"Hello, i couldnt help but notice as i flew that you are a dragon and it is not everyday that one meets such a handsome creature." He paused, then looked to Beklea. "And i find you interesting as well."
After that last comment, Brutus' roar grew in power, the wing pulling his Draconian a few more inches away from the man before them. He did not trust him. Not one. Single. Bit.
"Where are my manners, I am Sol, and it would greatly honor me to know your names as well."
Beklea didn't respond. She didn't know what to say, really, or how to react to this display of... casual behavior from a demon. Shouldn't he be trying to eat her by now?
And there was something else... something familiar about the man. Something she couldn't quite place. Was it his voice that struck her with deja vu? His face? Both? She was uncertain.
Beklea could hear Brutus throwing expletives at the demon, all of which fell on deaf ears except for hers. No one but her could understand, but that didn't stop the colorful vocabulary from escaping him. She almost felt like translating, because she felt very partial to how he was now, but it wasn't smart to anger a demon. She wasn't that stupid.
She decided to be polite, the exact opposite of how her reptilian companion acted now. Perhaps, if she remained in Sol's good graces, then he wouldn't kill her.
"...Do I.. ..know you?" she asked. She couldn't help but ask the question. Something was telling her that she had seen this man before, but she couldn't remember where or how. Did all demons look similar to each other? Maybe that's why she felt like she'd seen him before.
Don't speak with it, Brutus scolded, his jaw snapping loudly together in Sol's direction. Beklea ignored him. Besides, she felt fairly safe underneath the thick scales and hide of his wing. She knew he wouldn't let her get hurt. She knew that her dragon could take on a demon if need be... right?
Of course he could...
... ... ...
Maybe...
... ... ...
Uhg.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2011 4:05:56 GMT -5 by Beklea Baudry
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 24, 2011 18:29:45 GMT -5
The dragon’s growls set a shudder throughout the Gorgon woman, knowing that it was in a hostile mood. She debated on leaving while she could, escape unscathed and alive, not to mention in one piece, considering the dragon could probably snap her into two Stilias. Still, as she observed the majestic creature, as it moved to protect it’s owner, she could not help but admire the rippling muscles, the stretch of it’s wing. Absolutely magnificent, yet big. She could only imagine how such a large and beautiful creature could pass through the air and travel unnoticed. No, correction, she couldn’t even imagine such a thing. A mystery.
Stilia’s hand itched, as her fingers twitched. She wished to record such a site on paper, produce a piece of art, so that she may share her knowledge within a book. That was a quirk of hers, wishing to document her experiences within a book, for others to learn about. She had not had many adventures or experiences since she began her quest. In fact, none! Nothing worthy had happened since she had taken on the idea, for the one interesting thing that did happen to her happened before. Still, she had recorded it.
As she thought of it, the demon seemed more and more familiar. The same sort of feeling, of smell, of voice, as a demon she had met while helping along free the Mermaid race. She remembered the brash demon from then, and blinked. Surely this could not be the same man!
Stilia had the feeling she had been detected. Of course, it was not like she hid herself, simply staying far back, and watching. In fact, it was almost garaunteed she had been noticed! She figured she was seen as no threat, for they the dragon still directed it’s growl at the demon. She wondered what on Earth she should do. She couldn’t leave, with such an amazing specimen as a dragon stood before her, filled with answers to her questions on the race. But she couldn’t approach either, at least not until the conflict dwindled.
Post by Solemn Creed on Nov 24, 2011 21:18:38 GMT -5
Sol stood there impatiently. What the hell!? he thought impatiently. Why are they just ignoring me? Sol asked the voices. Briefly red clouded Sol's vision and he imagined just what he would do to them if properly provoked. First he would tear off the wing that they felt shielded the woman so well. Then he would reveal himself in his full glory so she would know it was him. Then he would reduce her dragon to a helpless state and force him to watch what Sol did to her. Then he would eat them both. Sol shook his head to clear such thoughts from his mind. He was here strictly to make friends. He once more assumed a pleasant expression and began to wait for an answer. he began to tap his foot in an extremely impatient manner. Then finally he recieved some sort of answer.
The answer Sol recieved from was from the woman he had met previously and it wasnt quite the one he had been looking for. She asked him if she knew him. Obviously he must look familiar to her but he did not wish to be identified. [glow=red,2,300]"Of course you do not know me, for this is the first time we have met."[/glow] he said to her while smiling. [glow=red,2,300]"Im sure i would remember one such as yourself."[/glow] Sol told her with a wink. [glow=red,2,300]"I know it may not be my place but why so hostile? i have not threatoned you in any way, have i?"[/glow] Sol asked in a voice that sounded slightly confused. He suspected that it may be because he was a demon but with them not knowing who exactly he was he didnt see why that was such a problem. Sol sighed. unless they decided to tell him he would not waste energy speculating.
Then Sol remembered something else interesting. As he had decended he had noticed someone. Someone decidedly female. Sol began to sniff the air then he stopped and sighed. His sense of scent had never been very strong. Instead he turned to see if he could spot her in the distance. He was surprised to find her alot closer than he had thought she would be. and she was looking at the dragon, and to a lesser extent Sol himself. Sol smiled and waved at her. turning back to his previous interests Sol apologised [glow=red,2,300]"Im sorry but i have to take care of something right quick."[/glow] with that said Sol begin to walk towards the woman he had seen earlier.
"Is this all!?"The young demon screamed to the heavens"Is this all I am!? Just some toy for them!?"He kicked the ground frustrated"Was i created to give pleasure without ever receiving any of my own?Never!Not once have i.."he sits down,too frustrated to go on.'Shhh, dont worry we can fix your problem.'something whispered inside."Who-"he stopped and began to laugh maniacally - making of a young Sol
Post by Beklea Baudry on Nov 24, 2011 22:12:18 GMT -5
Beklea's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment once she was winked at. She was not used to such behavior from even human company. Usually her scars put off any would be suitor, either making her look worn, ragged, or even intimidating. To humans, that is. She was fairly certain that her scarred flesh didn't make other, superior creatures cautious of her.
She didn't like the wink one bit. In fact, it made her doubt his sincerity even more. No one complimented her unless they wanted something.
Beklea didn't answer him right away, still contemplating the situation. She was confused, frightened, but most of all frustrated. She could feel the imaginary strings tugging at her memories, but couldn't exactly place them. She hated the feeling.
Brutus did not change his demeanor, despite Sol's encouraging words. It took quite a lot to get on the dragon's good side. As far as he was concerned, almost anything that could do harm was the enemy, especially creatures that had proved to be troublesome in the past.
Beklea opened her mouth to speak in reply to Sol, but he cut her off before the words could leave her. She had seen the look he tossed in the other direction, but had not thought anything of it. Brutus knew exactly what Sol was looking at, but did not tear his gaze away from the demon's form. His growls did quite once he turned and began walking toward Stilia, however. The growing distance between him, the demon, and his Beklea made him feel better.
Also, the demon had turned his back on the dragon. It was a terrible idea, and Brutus was tempted to lurch forward and attack. The predator inside of him reeled it's ugly head, urging him to continue forward, sink his fangs into the demon, and rip him limb from limb. Another demon destroyed, another threat leaving the earth...
No. If he were any other dragon, one of the more cruel, bad tempered he had met years before, then he most likely would have taken this opportunity to attack. But he wasn't one of those other dragons. He didn't maim or kill without reason. And despite his history with demons, he couldn't bring himself to assume anything.
Yes, he was aware that there were demons that held no malicious intent. But, he didn't know if this Sol was good or bad, and that is what halted the dragon and kept him grounded to the spot. That knowledge, or lack thereof, was also his reason for precaution.
"...W-where is he going?" Beklea whispered, shuffling along with Brutus as he shifted his weight to one side, and turned to keep the demon in his sights.
There is a Gorgon, he replied simply, his head nodding in the direction of the disguised serpent-woman.
Beklea blinked, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to get a better look at the form in the distance. ...But... she didn't look like a Gorgon. She looked like a normal, ordinary woman. She trusted her dragon's judgement, though.
"How long has she been there?"
A while.
"Why didn't you say anything?" she hissed, smacking Brutus' brown, scaled leg. It didn't hurt him. Even if she had struck him with as much force her little body could muster, it still wouldn't have hurt him.
She is no immediate threat.
Beklea grumbled lowly to herself, miffed that her dragon had not shared that information with her sooner. However, he was preoccupied with roaring at a demon, probably saving both their skins in the process.
She silently forgave him. It's not like she could stay angry with him for long, anyway.
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Nov 28, 2011 16:33:43 GMT -5
“I’m sorry, but I have to take care of something quick.” She had been eavesdropping on the whole conversation, hoping to catch enough information to sate her curiosity so that she could leave with a slight feeling of peace to her mind. But that one sentence, that one small sentence, sent thoughts of peace flying out of her head as a panic rose. No, not because of the words specifically, but because of the fact that the human-demon started approaching her. By Euryale tongue! She lightly cursed, before remembering what the human word for such a situation would be. “Awww shit.” She mumbled, as a debate ran a marathon within her head. Stay? Leave? Stay. Leave. Stay. Leave. Stay. Leave. Stay. Leave.- LEAVE She decided finally, but found it was too late. The demon of human appearance already stood before her, as the dragon and it’s Mistress stayed behind. “Um… Hello…” She ventured, her hand moving to the handle of her dagger, just in case he decided she would be his next meal. She wondered if he knew of her true species yet, and was prepared to use her Mesmorize, kill him, and hopefully get away alive.
(Short, I know, and I apolodgize, along with for the wait.)
Post by Solemn Creed on Nov 29, 2011 23:11:22 GMT -5
As Sol began walking he half expected the dragon to try something stupid. His face twisted into a perversely amused expression but he was sure to hide it from the others. When the expected attack from behind did not come Sol was almost disappointed. The fool did not honestly expect that he could defeat Sol in a fair fight did he? Sol shook his head slightly. The strong survive through being the most brutal and a century or two ago this was understood by all. A century or two ago Sol would be fighting at this moment against another who believed he was protecting what he loved... Sol's eyes hardened in that moment. As were those at that time... Sol thought to himself as he recalled the horrid scenes of his relative youth. It was the only time he had been more or less helpless...
He had risen from the flames more or less unharmed after a long struggle in his weakened state to lift the larger portion of his roof off of himself. The first sight his eyes viewed was that of his childhood friend. He had been savaged brutally and injured horribly around his entire body. He still stood fighting though he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Brave though he was not a single enemy lie dead at his feet but rather friends and family as they had fallen around them, one by one. His attackers were unidentifiable in the suits of plate that they wore with faces hooded in steel helms. They wore no tabard, no symbol, only demons blood from those they had struck down only moments before. Sol met his friends wild and desperate eyes briefly as he finally fell, mortally wounded but not quite dead yet as his attackers bound his hands and legs for quartering. determined to stop this Sol took a step forward but broken as he was movement was a little much to ask for. He slipped on ash and fell in that moment which drew the armored figures to him...
And the rest was but fog within an old mind that had long since forgotten but was far from forgiving... Sol chuckled slightly to himself. There i go thinking of the old days again like some old grandfather who tells the same boring war stories over and over again to disinterested grandchildren he thought to himself. Sol had been greatly pleased by the reaction he had caused from the obviously draconian female. It had amused him to see her face flush with red over so simple a thing as a wink. Maybe she thought he'd try to eat her. The very idea was ludicrous for while Sol was prepared for a violent confrontation with her dragon the very idea of hurting one who had proven strong enough to resist his efforts before was abhorrent to him. Indeed even repulsive but they had no way of knowing that so Sol made a little promise to himself that even if attacked he would kill no one not of human blood on this day.
Finally reaching the other woman who Sol knew was not as she appeared, he inhaled deeply. From this range Sol could very well tell what she was. At first she appeared ready to flee but her resolve must have strengthened for she greeted him somewhat unenthusiastically. Sol smiled at her warmly [glow=red,2,300]"It has been a while since I have met one of the gorgon race."[/glow] he told her with confidence [glow=red,2,300]"What brings yourself here this fair even? Of course you must be here to enjoy the beautiful Italian countryside."[/glow] He chuckled to himself while answering his own question. Sol's eyes widened [glow=red,2,300]"I just made this very mistake moments ago." [/glow]he groaned to himself. [glow=red,2,300]"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sol and the privilege of knowing the name of a beautiful creature such as yourself would honor me greatly." [/glow]He said to her while extending his hand. Sol was well versed in the capabilities of most creatures and he prepared himself for anything, having already met an unfriendly pair that day, and he was not unaware of the hand that reached for a concealed weapon...
"Is this all!?"The young demon screamed to the heavens"Is this all I am!? Just some toy for them!?"He kicked the ground frustrated"Was i created to give pleasure without ever receiving any of my own?Never!Not once have i.."he sits down,too frustrated to go on.'Shhh, dont worry we can fix your problem.'something whispered inside."Who-"he stopped and began to laugh maniacally - making of a young Sol
Post by Beklea Baudry on Dec 20, 2011 3:46:12 GMT -5
Brutus was thinking; Beklea knew this to be true. He was always thinking, pondering over a situation when he grew so abruptly quiet. To hear himself think, he had always argued. It was hard to ponder when there was too much background noise.
Beklea wasn't about to disturb him. No, she was thinking as well. She was planning escape routes, possible counters, or even the possibility that they could both leave right now. It might work, if they were quiet enough... The thought almost made her laugh. Brutus was a dragon. He wasn't exactly a master in stealth.
But he could use his technique and make the both of them appear as if they had vanished completely! He wouldn't be able to do anything about scent or sound... but at least they wouldn't be seen.
Above all else, between contemplating escape or a possible fight, she thought about the man; or demon. He was so very, very familiar... and his voice... She knew she had heard his voice before... But when?
The sound of his voice was so distinct, and caused her to feel conflicting emotions. He seemed like a gentleman... he seemed kind... but at the same time, his whole demeanor seemed like one big ruse. As if he wanted you to feel same, when in reality... The feeling left her being reminded of the demon fro-...
"Oh gods," she gasped, taking a step back. Brutus blinked, roused from his thought induced stupor by her odd behavior.
Beklea?
His concentration was grabbed from the other two in the distance, and was now completely glued to his panicked companion. He shifted on his feet to get a better look at her.
Beklea, what's wrong!?
Was it her wounds? Did one re-open? Did she happen to lean on one leg the wrong way, causing her to stumble and suck in a breath? Was she being attacked by some invisible, mental force?
The woman lifted one, shaking hand to point in Sol's direction, her tone wavering. "It's him!" she blurted out, most likely loud enough for the other two in the distance to hear. "The demon from New York!"
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2011 3:47:47 GMT -5 by Beklea Baudry
Post by Solemn Creed on Dec 20, 2011 4:28:56 GMT -5
Sol was standing there, smiling, when he heard it. He had barely been holding his hand out for 5 measly seconds when he lowered it and straightened his back up to his full height of 6"1. He brought one hand up to run his fingers through his hair. This looks like its going to be troublesome observed one voice. What? asked the lazy voice. When no one answered him he asked oncemore with a more, sounding slightly frustrated this time. What happened? why wont anyone tell me? Tell me now the voice demanded. Thats what you get for not paying attention said the teasing voice. Sol's eyes narrowed by an almost imperceptable margin. Here, ill show you Sol thought. Sol called to mind his memory of what had just happened. he had been standing there greeting the gorgon female when the Draconian woman screamed.
Oh said the lazy voice softly that does look troublesome, but its not my problem. While Sol's outward expression remained calm, inwards he fumed. He could not help but wonder what gave him away. Sol sighed slightly [glow=red,2,300]"After all the effort..." [/glow]he began quietly but then stopped. He looked at the gorgon adn told her simply [glow=red,2,300]"my apologies but more pressing matters concern me at the moment and i bid you farewell."[/glow] With that Sol slowly turned around and began to walk back towards the aforementioned draco-dragon duo. The shout still rang in his ears, [glow=blue,2,300]"Its him! The demon from New york!"[/glow]
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"Is this all!?"The young demon screamed to the heavens"Is this all I am!? Just some toy for them!?"He kicked the ground frustrated"Was i created to give pleasure without ever receiving any of my own?Never!Not once have i.."he sits down,too frustrated to go on.'Shhh, dont worry we can fix your problem.'something whispered inside."Who-"he stopped and began to laugh maniacally - making of a young Sol
Although Stilia is usually in a human form, it often mimics her true face. She has large, round eyes, but otherwise her features are quite sharp. She smiles much more then she used to, but usually only out of politesse.
Post by Stilia Medusa on Dec 26, 2011 23:08:30 GMT -5
“It has been a while since I have met one of the Gorgon race.” Well, that answered her question, plain and simple. He obviously knew what she was, just as she knew what he was, she had probably also been identified by scent. The dragon, although farther, was a creature known for it’s extraordinary senses, and probably also knew of her species. It didn’t make much difference, really, and it didn’t really matter too much, but she didn’t dare shift back. To shift back would be to leave her body completely vunerable for a few precious moments, enough time for the demon to dispose of her. So she remained a bipedal human, as uncomfortable and unfamiliar as it was. The demon was talking, addressing herself but leaving her little time to answer, responding to his own questions. As he held out his hand, she did not shake it, instead eyeing him and not saying a word, not even her name, debating if she should cut him with her blade as he exposed his arm to her or if she should try to retain a sort of peace between them. She didn’t think the demon noticed really, about her silence, for he almost immediately excused himself and left. Her grip upon her concealed dagger lessened, and as soon as he was what she considered a safe distance away she shifted back to her true form, figuring it was of little matter due to the fact that all those present probably already knew of her species and wanting her old body back. She began whipping her tail side to side to stretch the newly transformed muscles.
A demon from New York? She pondered, figuring that she was at least right upon his species. But why would one from New York be in Italy, was he doing as he had previously stated, just visiting to enjoy the countryside as she was doing. And why did this Draconian, whom previously showed no recognition of the man, suddenly know who he was. A previous meeting? His face also stirred her own memories, although she could not seem to place them. The name Sol also struck a bell, as if a name she had heard uttered by another. Yet all she could think of, when she tried to conjure the firey demon to mind, wasof the ocean, and of gray stone.
