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| Topic Started: Dec 15 2008, 12:07 PM (235 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 15 2008, 12:07 PM Post #1 |
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Justin was told by John to find The Legless Frog if he needed a safe place to enjoy a drink or meet up with "friends". It took him only a few minutes to sniff out the scent and find the location. He wasn't sure exactly who he would find inside the bar at four in the morning, but he needed a drink and he certainly wasn't going to let uncertainty or anxiety stop that. He stepped into the bar, his eyes searching the interior and smelling for any potential hostiles. It appeared relatively empty, save for the bartender, and Justin made his way to the bar. "Whiskey on the rocks," The werecobra muttered, exhaling deeply after he had settled into his bar stool. "You're out late. Or early, whichever way yah look at it," The bartender responded, fetching a bottle of Maker's Mark and an empty glass. "Rough night. Need a boost," Justin responded casually, watching the man make his drink, and caught the glass as it was slid down the bar towards him. "Thanks," He said, taking a long swig before setting the glass down, the ice clinking together loudly in the quiet bar. Justin exhaled with relief as the alcohol began to settle into his stomach, warming his entire frame, and relaxing his muscles. He was still pumped from the adrenaline of his crime, but now that he had whiskey in his system, he would be able to relax and think. |
 
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| Cheiu Dingh | Dec 15 2008, 03:10 PM Post #2 |
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It was four am. What the hell was Cheiu doing up, one might ask? He honestly didn't know. Okay, so that was a bit of a lie. He was running away, very quickly, and looking for a place to hide. He'd gotten drunk earlier that night and had tried to make a pass at a certain biker chick that'd been sitting near him a bar... not realizing that she was happily taken. Her little "crew" had decided that they didn't like Cheiu's, quote, "smartass attitude" and had decided that the best way to get rid of that attitude would be to beat him up! Being as drunk as he was he'd tried to take them on, but a strong punch to the jaw had sobered him up quite a bit. He realized that the only logical thing to do was to run, and so he had. And he still was. It'd been almost a full hour since then, and still he was running, paranoid that the group were still as close behind him as they were the last time he checked. There had been a few shapeshifters among them, which made it all the more difficult to escape.. but he hadn't heard any footsteps for a while. Maybe they'd given up? Squeezing his eyes shut, he bravely spun on one heel, ready to take on anybody that might run into him... but nobody did. The street behind him was empty, not a soul in sight. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, Cheiu turned back around, not really knowing where he was, and decided one thing: He needed a drink. All that running and worrying and er.. bravery had tired him out. And although one might think that he'd learned his lesson after that little chase - they'd be wrong. He ventured into the nearest bar, plopping himself down on a seat and looking around. "You don't happen to sell Full Moons here, do you?" He asked the bartender after a short moment, before pausing. There was.. something off about the place. A scent nearby - only a few seats down. Cobra. Eyes widening a fraction, he glanced down at the man before realizing that he'd never seen him before. He definitely wasn't part of the Quiver. Making the decision to keep to himself (at least for now), Cheiu sipped quietly at his drink. As a Vel'Qual (despite the lack of a Kashyapa in the Quiver) it was one of his duties to find rogue cobras and bring them to his master.. but.. when there was no master, what was he to do? Perhaps he'd give Pierce a call. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 15 2008, 11:40 PM Post #3 |
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The Legless Frog was a hole-in-the-wall bar, and exactly the sort of thing she needed right now. A good stiff drink would do her a whole lot of good. There was something about the night that calmed her agoraphobia. She assumed it was her reptilian counterpart, and its natural tendency to wake up with the moon. It didn't erase the feeling of panic and horror entirely, but the alpha level of her powers, and the cover of smooth, silky blackness were typically cloak enough to draw her out. At least to find some hearty liquor, which was sometimes more of a motivation than anything else. She popped her head in and glanced around, there weren't many other patrons, thankfully, and the few that were had their shoulders bent in a broken or drunk sort of way. She didn't worry about it. In most cases she could take on any challenger, in either of forms. And on top of it all, because she was a naturally born cobra she had the ability to not only get the werecobra half shift form, but also full snake form. It was somewhat surprising how terrifying her red spitting cobra form could be. Terrifying and poisonous. She approached the bar cautiously. The bartender was already otherwise engaged. A young Asian man was ordering her drink of choice, and just to be invasive, she sidled up next to him and whispered sensually across the bar, “And I'll have one too, while you're at, if you could.” She smiled, fangs falling out of her mouth, spilling onto her lipstick stained lips. She was feeling extremely brave tonight, she wasn't sure what had happened. Perhaps it was the run in with the gentleman from the morning. Maybe it was her comfort level in the city rising. Either way she was feeling like a million bucks. It didn't take long for it fade, though. Within moments she picked up the scent of not only the cobra from her morning meeting and another. Her muscles tensed up, and her breath caught. Had she inadvertently killed herself? Was this a cobra bar? A Quiver meeting? A one in a million coincidence. Grabbing her drink and ducking into a nearly hidden table in the corner, she pulled back in on herself. There was no way to erase her scent or completely cover her aura, but if she was lucky the other man's would cover her up long enough for her to duck back out without looking too suspicious. Or so she could hope. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 16 2008, 02:34 AM Post #4 |
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Justin's already eventful night was becoming increasingly more so, his senses detecting a new Cobra entering the bar, and moments later the woman he had spoken to in the cafe that morning. What a wonderful set of circumstances, he thought to himself, smiling for a moment as he finished off his whiskey, and he lightly rapped the bar with his knuckles, silently notifying the bartender to pour him another round. The silence was a little awkward at first, but Justin wasn't bothered by it. "Yeah, we got Full Moons, I'll fix yah two up," The bartender responded, looking Autumn up and down for a brief moment before setting out to make the two drinks and give Justin his refill. Looks like the two cobras weren't wasting any time. Justin generally started off with a weak drink to settle his mood, and then he would dive into more powerful liquids, such as the Full Moon. The drinks were soon made, the bartender sliding one down to the young man, and setting the other on the bar, motioning to Autumn with a hand that her drink was ready. Justin knew he needed to talk to them both about the cult and that all lycanthropes were in danger if the religious cult had migrated its operations to Paris. However, what was odd is that the unknown cobra sitting at the bar with him seemed to be biding his time. If he were a member of the Quiver in this city, he would have already pretended that he was getting a call on his cell phone, stepped outside, and then alerted the Kashyapa to come kick some ass. "Put their drinks on my tab. Not every day one finds kindred spirits in the same place," Justin shattered the silence, his eyes glancing to the unknown cobra to study the reaction. He had already pretty much figured out Autumn. She didn't like places or people, but perhaps once she had alcohol in her system she would be easier to approach. Justin would wait for that, unless she decided to be brave and approach them to make conversation. At which point he would welcome it. But for now he needed to focus on the unknown cobra sitting at the bar. Still, he couldn't risk Autumn ducking out and avoiding him once again. The circumstances were a bit more dire at this moment, and he needed them to understand that there was a real threat to all of them. He spun casually around on his bar stool, arms resting against the smooth wooden surface as he pretended to observe the bar, eyes darting about the decorations on the wall to the lights hanging above each table. They sometimes moved over Autumn, his gaze piercing yet warm, but he did not let the look linger for too long. Another delicate situation. Justin was getting into a lot of those lately. |
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| Cheiu Dingh | Dec 16 2008, 08:30 PM Post #5 |
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Oooh deary dear, another cobra came into the bar! Again, one that Cheiu didn't at all recognize. This was rapidly turning into quite the situation. He thought it might be best to step outside and call Pierce right about now.. but just as he went to reach for his wallet to pay for his drink, one of the strangers that had previously caught his attention did something very peculiar. He put both Cheiu's and the female cobra's drinks on his tab. ...What was his angle? Did he.. mean to go against the (non-existent) Kashyapa, possibly by recruiting other cobras to start another Quiver? He was probably just being paranoid, but who even knew how long these shifters had been in Paris and hadn't announced themselves. ".. Thanks," he said after a very brief moment of staring at the man. He didn't trust either of them, and probably for good reason, too. For all Cheiu knew they were planning to take over the Quiver-- that they'd lured him here just to kill him! He inwardly gasped. What if they had lured him there to kill him!? Oh god, he was too young to die! He still had his whole life ahead of him-- what about Haruhisa and Yukie? How would they cope with the loss? No doubt they'd both go into deep states of depression.. No, no. Shaking his head slightly, he took a deep drink from his Full Moon before standing and heading toward the men's bathrooms. He couldn't do that to his friends or family, it'd be too cruel of him. Too selfish. Time to call Pierce and tell him to get his ass down there. These cobras were not getting the drop on him, ohh no! He was sharp, always on his game. Swearing quietly as he stumbled over the leg of a nearby chair, Cheiu staggered into the bathrooms and removed his cell phone. |
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| Pierce Hannah | Dec 17 2008, 12:51 AM Post #6 |
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(LINK to phone conversation between Achoo & Pierce) Still half asleep, Pierce pulled in at the Legless Frog's carpark where Chieu said that the two rogue cobras were located. For his own ass's sake, the other cobra better be right about this. If he was just being forgetful and paranoid again, Pierce wasn't kidding about the feeding his ass to his boss for making him get up in the middle of the night. He just knew he'd be cranky all next day. No matter how this played out. He got into the Legless Frog with no trouble at such an ungodly hour. He'd been there a few times prior to that morning, so the security guard didn't so much as hesitate to open the door as he never caused any trouble for them before. Though Pierce felt that he probably should have been a bit more cautious this time around, judging by the atmosphere of the place. There was barely a few people left around. Those that were there looked either half asleep or like they were hiding there to avoid life on the outside, with how involved they tried to make themselves with what was inside. A quick glance at some of the staff revealed they had had it for the night and were contemplating and trying to work out how to get rid of the remaining customers. One even so much as to groaned when Pierce walked in, creating more work for him. The atmosphere was the typical 4 AM night out one where nobody was drunk anymore, people were wondering how they got to where they were and what they were thinking in their process of getting there. It was the kind of early morning that brought memories back to his college days of partying all night and waking up at random places with scenarios like the one he'd just walked into. Only thing was, college didn't have rogue cobras running about like this place did now. Or rather, sitting at bars pretending to be invisible and failing. Their presences pricked his nostrils and stirred his beast as he walked in. He wasn't bothering with trying to look friendly and approachable. Of all the wereanimals on the planet, the cobras were probably the least trusting and most suspicious. They didn't trust their own children and in order to learn about their own leaders, they actually had to become the leaders – as their hierarchical structure alone suggested. The word of Ennid's death hadn't become public yet – for the quiver's own safety. If something of the sort got out, it could cause quite a bit of panic and disorder. At present time, there was nobody in the quiver right to take on an alpha leader's position. Pierce himself was powerful. He was an alpha and he was a tough leader. But he wasn't Kashyapa material. He was better off being lead than leading that many cobras and being that responsible for that many lives. What That all basically meant was that the Vosilin of Paris were anybody's meat. As a Vel'Qual, it Pierce's duty to ensure that the Pendulant Quiver weren't perceived as that before they could get back on their own feet and elect a new leader. Speaking of Vel'Quals, Chieu Dingh, the younger of the two alphas sat nervously at the bar frowning over his drink. How very leader-like of him. “Are you just going to sit there or are you going to introduce me to your new friends?” Pierce asked Chieu coldly as he leaned on the bar, crossing his arms. As he did that, he allowed his impatient beast to rise just under his skin so both it's power and rage may be felt by any shapeshifters in the vicinity. He then shot a rather unfriendly glare at the male intruder. “Well?” |
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| Deleted User | Dec 17 2008, 01:53 AM Post #7 |
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Justin finished off his second whiskey, hearing a subtle murmur of appreciation from the cobra sitting near him at the bar, and he nodded his head a bit. The young man seemed nervous, and Justin could feel the tension filtering off him and darting towards his side of the bar. Before he could initiate conversation, however, the young man very quickly and clumsily made his way to towards the bathrooms. Justin turned his attention back to the bar, shrugging a bit, but the air of tranquility that had once settled back into the bar was interrupted once more by a new customer, by another cobra! This was turning into quite the occasion, but this new Cobra seemed a bit more hostile than the other. That put his plan in a precarious situation, because more often than not it was a "kill on sight" rule for rogues coming into the city without announcing themselves, and Justin didn't want this confrontation to turn violent. Autumn certainly didn't need that either, and she would probably never leave her house if a fight broke out. He swiveled on his bar stool slowly to catch the glare, and his own power began to radiate from his being, contending with Pierce's and permeating throughout the entire bar. A controlled rage collapsing into the unknown cobra's, but Justin didn't want the aura he extended to only represent rage. The were cobra sent out empathy, representing an understanding of the stranger's reaction, and that an explanation was in order. "My name is Justin King, President of LERO, Lycanthrope Equality and Rights Organization. The beautiful young woman is quite capable of introducing herself. Who are you?" He directed the solid question to both of the lycanthropes, his eyes glancing at them both before settling on Pierce, expecting some kind of response from the more confrontational one. If he was the Kashyapa they'd both be dead on the spot, but something about the man just didn't seem to fit the criteria. Justin admired his courage, and the willingness to protect the Quiver was at the forefront of all his machinations. A Vel'Quals, perhaps? He couldn't be sure, but he doubted it since they weren't being dragged off to the cobra's leader. Then again, there's also the chance that this Quiver doesn't have a leader. Interesting. Very interesting. A lot of scenarios were traversing the vaults of his mentality, and the stand off could only end in two ways: peaceful negotiations, or chaotic violence. Either path Justin was willing to deal with, but he'd much rather be on peaceful terms with the Quiver of the city. |
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| Pierce Hannah | Dec 17 2008, 02:51 AM Post #8 |
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Right about now it was safe to say that Chieu was right. He'd get a cookie for it later, Pierce thought. The bartender seemed to pick up the hostility in the air around the cobras and he immediately began to take action by asking Pierce whether he wanted a drink. That was, by using his first name as if he was a regular. Pierce fought off the urge to cringe and just ordered a sensible whiskey on the rocks, playing it safe for the night. He wouldn't start a fight with the rogues at the bar now. If anything, he'd order the Slardar and Slithene vipers to slaughter the two out of sight, as if not to attract any attention from worried Vosilin and prying eyes of rival shapeshifter groups. He sat down at the bar and picked up his drink and swirled it around in the glass a little before taking a sip as the male rogue finished explaining himself. “Who am I?” Pierce let out a sardonic chuckle. “I'm someone who likes this bar. And I can promise you won't die here tonight. I'd like to be welcome back here another night.” He put emphasis on the word 'here' and then took another sip of the drink. “You, however are another issue. You and that beautiful young woman who is pretending to be invisible,” Pierce motioned towards the shy cobra female who had not bothered to make any contact with the males as of yet without turning around to face her. “You are both rogue alphas. You are also unannounced in Pendulant Quiver territory. Without express permission from one of our alphas. Do you know what that means Mr. King?” Pierce shot another glare at the cobra male. He was definitely powerful and posed a great threat. There was no doubt that Pierce could hold his own ground in battle. But only problem was, he preferred a tactical assault if he would attack anyone rather than a head to head, horn locking contest like this current encounter had the potential to be. Fact was, he didn't do fights for dominance with the Vosilin. He fought and killed others so that his Vosilin may stand as highly respected and feared as they did. It was Ennid's job peel the scales off intruder alphas that posed a threat to him... not his Vel'Quals'. But Ennid was gone. Now he and Chieu were the next best thing. “Tell me... What position do you think you've put me in?” |
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| Cheiu Dingh | Dec 17 2008, 07:41 PM Post #9 |
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Sighing after he hung up the phone, Cheiu looked around the restroom. He'd made sure that there had been nobody else inside before calling Pierce, and was glad to know the other cobra was coming. He wasn't the kind of person who could take on everything and anything that came his way without a second thought- he wasn't like Pierce. He was much better at listening to orders and doing what he was told. He was loyal (at least to his Quiver) and would follow any order given to him to a T. Even if that involved him getting hurt, or even killed. This was a rather recent value he'd developed.. that undying loyalty that had earned him the position of a Vel'Qual. Oh, and of course, his impeccable 'thinking on his feet' skills and survival instincts. Point was, when there were no official orders when it came to things like rogues, the only other thing he knew to do was to call somebody who would know what to do and stand behind them, like he had now. He wasn't a leader. Just a good follower. Which is why when he left the restrooms, he barely looked at the other two cobras, and instead simply sat down back at his seat by the bar. He didn't have to wait long for Pierce to arrive, the other Vel'Qual making his presence more then known upon entering the Legless Frog. He walked straight to the bar, deciding to take a little bit of his anger out on Cheiu. Either for waking him up or simply becuase of the Rogue cobras, he wasn't entirely sure. Probably a bit of both. "No, I'm not.." He said simply, spinning in his chair so that he was facing both of the other men. He leaned his elbow on the bar, resting his chin in his palm as he watched the two interact. The alpha power radiating from the both of them roused his beast, though he was able to ignore it. He busied himself by watching the beautiful young woman off to the side, who hadn't spoken a word so far. "Tell me... What position do you think you've put me in?" This caused his attention to snap immediately back to the two men before him. Pierce obviously didn't intend to start a conflict right here, in the Legless Frog.. so what was he planning? If they weren't trying to keep such a 'we're so tough' image Cheiu might've asked, though currently feared getting his head bitten off if he did. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 19 2008, 01:35 AM Post #10 |
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Autumn could hear them talking about her. The two new cobras were obviously unnerved by the fact that two rogue alphas had just shown up. She didn’t blame either of them, she could only imagine what her last Quiver would have done had this situation been thrust on them. Well, she didn’t have to imagine, it had happened only once before. There was a lot of death and blood involved, and the poor guy definitely did not make it out of the altercation alive. The Quiver had made its point, and Autumn should have learned her lesson. Now she was on the opposite side of the scale, and had no idea what to do. She felt eyes watching her, trying to bring her out of shell, but realistically there was no reason to be any more social than necessary. The two having a pissing contest were dominating most of the conversation space anyway, though most of what was happening was going unsaid. She would not be the one to step in between them, especially not the way things were going at the moment. Unfortunately, that left her with no one else to focus on than the Asian cobra. He was not an alpha, which was okay by her. As a matter of fact, she and Justin had gotten off fairly easily in that only one of them was an alpha, so an escape would be possible, if that’s what needed to happen. But where would she go? They would track her, this Quiver, these shifters. Where could she run that would be far enough? Sighing heavily she felt her whole world falling apart before he very eyes. Nothing would be what she hoped or knew it to be. Not with the tag of rogue printed on her back. “What kind of position would that be, exactly,” Autumn asked in a very demanding tone. She stood up, her beast was taking over and putting her phobia under a few layers of necessary emotionlessness. Her pretty face cringed as she walked toward them, watching how they reacted to her strong alpha energy. She wasn’t sure what to do next, but as long as they were all here, they might as well make it fun. “Oh, you mean two rogues in your space,” she continued mercilessly. “And what will you do about it, huh? I don’t think the two of you would be able to take me on let alone the two of us together. If you have a leader take us there and we’ll explain ourselves, until then you might as well just let us have a few drinks. Unless you’re itching for a fight, in which case I’d be more than happy to oblige.” She eyed the one who had asked the question, wondering how he would react. His power was that of an alpha, and it was obvious he was playing the dominant role. But how far that dominance ran was a question Autumn was hoping to answer. |
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| Pierce Hannah | Dec 19 2008, 03:21 AM Post #11 |
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A much needed trait that one needed to become a Kashyapa or any other wereanimal group's leader in Pierce's opinion would be the absolute dedication to nothing but their shifter clan. Unfortunately, although he had been loyal to Ennid from the first moment he'd met the mysterious young man and would have easily given his life for him and the quiver, Pierce still didn't feel his dedication was anywhere near as close to the expectations that his Vosilin would have of a Kashyapa of such grace that Ennid Marinus had. Once, when he was young, Pierce'd given into a sinful temptation in the shape of a beautiful lioness. He was punished for that night. And his punishment still stands to this day. He calls that punishment his 'Siren'. The one that prevents him from ever fully being dedicated to anything or anyone more without her plaguing his mind. She was his master and punisher and giver of all good things. All the while, his quiver on the other hand was his life. He wasn't sure what he'd choose if he was ever given the choice between the two... But it wouldn't be an easy choice. He was prepared to die for the both of them. But for as long as he was tied in with vampires, he was not worthy of the honor of the title of Kashyapa. Not to mention he hadn't the mentality or power that a Kashyapa was supposed to have. Or so he thought... When he really stopped and thought about it, he did think his position in life to be rather pathetic. But then again, he also figured it was a matter of opinion. The rest of the Vosilin looked up to him. They believed in him, submitted to him and trusted in his protection. He was the next best thing they had to a leader. And he wasn't going to fail them now. It was a bit late now to call any of the Slardar or Slithene to assist in assassination of the two rogues. And that's what this would turn out to be. An assassination. A punishment for the trespassing into the territory of their quiver. “And what will you do about it, huh?" The female of the two finally decided to speak up. She was a cocky one and would pay for addressing him in such a way. "I don’t think the two of you would be able to take me on let alone the two of us together. If you have a leader take us there and we’ll explain ourselves, until then you might as well just let us have a few drinks. Unless you’re itching for a fight, in which case I’d be more than happy to oblige.” A 'hn' was all that he used as a response to the female's bravado. Well, it was either bravado or extreme stupidity. Because if she hadn't figured it out by now, she was talking to the very cobra at the top of the chain in Paris. "Leader... I suppose that'd be me then." His beast stirred under his skin. His eyes changed to their deep black snake color and his teeth grew into partial fangs. The skin on his hands subtly faded into white scales and fingertips grew into sharp talons. All this happened while he finished what was left of his drink. Within the instant after he set the glass down on the bar counter he spun around, grabbed the cobra rogue female by the neck, digging his talons deep into her perfectly pale skin until he could see red. Being the size that he was, he then effortlessly lifted the small female off the ground by the neck and glared at her menacingly with his black snake eyes. "And you've just overstayed your welcome my territory. And I still haven't heard an explanation as to why..." Not that he was going to listen to any explanations now anyway... |
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| Deleted User | Dec 19 2008, 11:40 AM Post #12 |
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The situation was at its limit, the rage shared between the werecobras at the boiling point, and surprisingly Autumn was caught in the mix. Not expecting her to be the instigating type, he was still caught unaware as a powerful arm, fingernails turned to talons, grabbed hold of her neck and lifted her off her feet. He noticed the female begin to partially shift, crimson scales screeching across her epidermis, and her hazel eyes turned a darker shade of brown. Pierce had attacked, seeking to hold the power and respect of his Quiver, but Justin was not going to stand by while Autumn was mercilessly slaughtered. Capable digits wrapped firmly about the smooth glass that once contained his whiskey, and his upper appendage launched in a fierce counterattack, Justin launching himself off the stool. He drove the object directly into Pierce’s face, sending shards of glass into the were cobra’s flesh, and Justin used the momentum of his launch off the stool to uproot Pierce off his feet, one arm clutching him by the neck and the other grabbing his face, pushing the shards not only further into his foe’s once proper visage, but also into his own hand. He had no time to waste on pain, and he didn’t have time to waste fighting the wrong enemy. “ENOUGH!” Justin roared, partially shifting as well, his aura exploding in a wave of power, intensity and rage screeching through the weres’ delicate senses. Dark brown scales erupted across the flesh on his arms, nails shifting to razor sharp talons, the tips coming dangerously close to Pierce’s eyeballs. Venom dripped hungrily from canines turned fangs, and his eyes took on a deep onyx hue, rage swirling in the black abyss. “Let her go, your fight is with me,” Justin warned dangerously, talons screaming to tear Pierce’s larynx out along with half of his neck, and he silently dared the were cobra to involve Autumn in the fight. He silently challenged him. He beckoned him. Justin was sick of this shit. |
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| Pierce Hannah | Dec 20 2008, 02:05 AM Post #13 |
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He should have expected that the male would come to the female's aid. Which he did... and it hurt. The tough male intruder lunged himself at Pierce which instinctively made the other cobra drop the female who fell. The two cobras crashed onto the ground with Pierce in a rather uncomfortable position under the strong male intruder which restricted his movement somewhat. The male was quick, and before Pierce could process what he was doing, he felt sharp pains in his cheek. The male was driving his glass into Pierce's face. Blood gushed from where the glass was sandwiched between the two werecobras' human skins as it cut them both. A mixture of the two men's fluids began to drip into his eyes and that was when he realised that if he didn't shift from his current position, he'd be crippled by the intruder. Then he wouldn't be any good to anyone. Quiver or otherwise. Pierce struggled violently under the other male while he spoke. “Let her go, your fight is with me,” Pierce cried out in frustration. "My fight is with the intruders and those that pose danger to my quiver! That's YOU AND HER!" With those last words, he jerked his head away from the other man's grip and shifted into a position where he could comfortably dig his right hand's talons into the man's sides, just below his ribs. For the optimum pain, experience he tightened his grip on the other man's skin and then pulled them out, ripping whatever flesh was in his sharp talons way. He then used all his strength in order to break free from under the other cobra and regain his composure which wasn't so easy with his face (especially eyes) in the condition that it was in. |
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| Cheiu Dingh | Dec 23 2008, 10:53 PM Post #14 |
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Ahh, so the woman did have a voice? She seemed to be hit by a sudden wave of courage, suddenly standing from her seated position and acting all tough. Hahaha. Step back now, Miss dangerous! She even added a nice little 'huh?' as in, 'huh punk?' to her patronising words, making them seem just that extra bit scary. He was shivering in his boots (... so to speak. He didn't actually OWN boots). Okay, so maybe Cheiu was a little worried. But why the hell wouldn't he be? Two rogues just pop up out of nowhere like daisies and start acting all macho, answering back to the representatives of the Quiver and even going so far as to challenge them? The three alphas were flaunting their dominance like precious jewellery, and poor little Cheiu couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. He could just sense the fight coming on - and he was right in feeling so. Pierce, being as damn arrogant as he was, lashed out at the woman. Scare tactics mostly, until Cheiu spotted a select few drops of blood on her neck. That seemed to be the camel that broke the rogue male alpha's back, so to speak, as he too joined in with the scene-making. Sparing a brief moment for some sympathy toward the bartender and any others within the building (that hadn't already left), Cheiu immediately stood from his seat and set his sights once more on the woman. She was more powerful than him - by a long shot. But he couldn't just let her stand there and risk her hurting Pierce more then the other rogue already had. So, he jumped the bar and ducked. Seeming like a coward who'd just run away from the all action, though this was far from the truth. He soon found what he'd been looking for.. the knife that the bartender used to cut limes and such, sitting on top of a chopping board under the bar. It was a really, really big knife, the kind one might expect to see in a butcher's shop. It'd do quite nicely. Rising again, this time directly behind the woman, he jumped up on top of the bar table and went to wrap an arm tightly around her neck. Whilst doing this, the hand that was holding the knife was being brought down in the general direction of her face. Not to stab her, heaven's no. He merely wanted to get her into a secure enough hold for a short while, so that she wouldn't go trying to aid her friend. If all went well, that was what would happen. If not, well.. Cheiu was pretty much fucked. But at least he had the knife. Speaking of which, was that stainless steel, or silver? He hadn't bothered to check. Probably the former, unfortunately for him. Any kind of advantage was a good one in this situation. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 30 2008, 01:28 AM Post #15 |
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Her shift started. She could feel her crimson scales flowing over her skin. Her eyes changed, her view, her tongue, her vocal chords, and fingers slipping into claws. All of his was morphing into something new, something deadly. Of course, with her neck in the hands of another person she was going to have trouble retaliating, but, that was okay. Her body was completely limp in his hands anyway. She had no real intention of fighting him. It might be a pretty good fight in the end, but realistically there was no point. She was not a true match for him, and she had gotten the rise she was looking for anyway. Her lips curled into a snakey smile she she coughed out, through an animal set of pipes, “And what marvelous hospitality you have that we were 'welcomed' at all.” It didn't take long before Justin was on top of the new guy, who in turn was forced to let her go. She didn't bother reaching for her neck, she knew she was bleeding and there wasn't much she was going to be able to do about it now. It wouldn't take too long to heal anyway, not with her lycanthrope blood. She had more to worry about anyway. With the one cobra's attention now otherwise occupied she needed to focus on the other, the non alpha, but before she had much of a chance to move an arm snaked around her neck a knife came into the picture. She laughed a little before she made her move. She reached a hand up and dug her claws into the human flesh still covering the man's body. As his grip loosened she latched on this wrist and began swinging him around, putting his appendage in the perfect position for a smooth break, should she choose. The only surprise was the knife, and it wasn't until she felt the bite of steel on her arm that she even knew he had it. It was deep, a good, clean slice right through her forearm. “You fucking cunt,” her throat choked out, as she finished her move. Deciding that just holding him down was not going to be quite enough anymore, she kicked him in the back of the knee, bringing him down to the ground. She didn't let go of his arm, and did not envy him the painful position he had found. She moved her face down to his shoulder and watched the other two men fighting. She inhaled deeply before whispering soothingly in his ear, “Nice try, but no such luck.” Her arm was throbbing, but there was no way she was going to let go of her captor and risk him trying to help the other, or find some other form of help. Holding him tightly, she simply waited, waited to see how it was going to end, and whether or not she was going to be killed. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 30 2008, 01:51 AM Post #16 |
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Justin felt a sharp sting in his torso area, feeling an intrusion to his flesh and a grind of stony material against his rib structure, but he would not falter in his aggression. Autumn was preoccupied with the non-alpha, but the were cobra was no longer concerned for her well being. She could obviously take care of herself, and he had other problems to worry about. His foe had managed to slip out from underneath his pin, and was now standing before him, ready for another onslaught. Justin’s movements blurred, his adrenaline and lycanthrope blood pumping through his blood vessels and power screamed through his leg muscles as he closed the distance between Pierce and himself almost instantly. His talons found their way just beneath the were cobra’s breastplate, sinking deep into his tissues and uprooting him from the floor. Justin continued the surge, parting the tables and chairs with his bull rush and finally slamming Pierce into the opposite wall, and crushed his back into the stonework behind them. He pulled his right hand from his foe’s chest, clenching it into a powerful fist, and brought it crashing into Pierce’s jaw with a firm hook. Justin’s left hand lifted the man higher, grinding his back against the jagged rocks as his aura screeched with rage. “I’M THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!” Justin retaliated, but leaned in towards Pierce’s face, fangs bared. “Don’t make me kill you.” Justin didn’t want to kill his kindred, and he never enjoyed it in the past. He had to show them there were larger threats to their Quiver than two rogues. Hopefully Pierce would see that in his eyes and feel it in his aura. |
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| Pierce Hannah | Jan 4 2009, 01:36 PM Post #17 |
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The least of his worries? Pierce had to beg to differ. If he lost any more blood, he'd be almost at a point where he'd be drowning in his own blood. His body ached all over it seemed even though the pain originated from only a few select spots. He was losing this battle and it was clear as day to anyone that watched. He could hear voices in the background. The bartender was shouting and what was left of the bar's guests was either whispering and gasping at every hit laid or cheering the fight on. Humiliation, depression and anger all welled up inside him. He was going to die there in that stranger's claws, helpless to do anything to protect the quiver. They'd become just what he'd feared, anybody's meat. Any fool that had alpha status that wanted to take over the cobras would be able to do so. Internally he cursed the stranger for even coming to Paris and doing what he did. It was his fault that so many lives would fall apart now... In a desperate final attempt, he slashed his talons in the other cobra's direction, hissing at him. "Come on. Kill me. I dare you..." And it was only then that he realized that killing him was probably the last thing his opponent wanted. He didn't have that hostile aura that other intruders did when Pierce had dealt with them in the past. True, he could feel the anger and power in the other cobra's overwhelming energy, but there was hesitation there as well. A pacifist... What luck. "They've already lost one alpha... What's another to add to the pain..." He muttered helplessly before shooting another daring look at the intruder. He was taught to be a proud werecobra from the day of his infection. And he'd die a proud Alpha. "Well, are you gonna do it or what?" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 5 2009, 01:58 AM Post #18 |
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The tussle was coming to an end. It was only a matter of time before one of the two men was going to have to either die or give in. Autumn was somewhat surprised at the outcome, having met Justin before she had not thought he was the type to thrown down quite like this. Of course, she was also sure that he wouldn't have expected quite the reaction she had delivered this evening either. One of those, don't judge a book by its cover situation. But she could sense the hesitation on Justin's swings, he was not here to kill, and if that's what it came down to he would wear the other man out before he would actually kill him. The only thing that was really nagging at Autumn now was the fact that this alpha had claimed he was the Quiver leader. It put all of them in something of an odd position. If he was Kashyapa then Justin would have to kill him, just to be safe, more than that, if the Quiver's leader had been so easily defeated then Paris was in for some problems. But if he had lied, or stretched the truth in order to keep the Quiver safe she and Justin might get a little more lucky than either of them deserved at this stage in the game. Hopefully, having overpowered this alpha Justin would be able to claim the Quiver, in which case, Autumn would live to see the morning's light. She was still holding the weaker cobra, making sure he would not interfere. In reality, she was probably saving him. If he tried to jump into the fray he'd might get his throat slit, Justin's resolve seemed to be controlled, but if he had to face two different opponents at once, well, it risked all of their lives, which was unnecessary. She couldn't tell how her captive felt, he was frightened maybe, apprehensive, in the mood she was in there was no way to focus on him well enough to judge. “So, who's going to take the cake,” she asked the male honestly. She loosened her grip a little trying to help him feel a little less threatened. The dominance fight was going on in the center of the room and at this point had nothing to do with either of them. If she was going to live, she might as well start working toward some sort of functional relationship with at least one Quiver member. Anyway, they'd both beat the shit out of each other. Her arm was still bleeding and she had to wonder whether or not the knife she'd been cut with had a least a little silver, wasn't it fair of her to try to resolve this civilly? “Anyway,” she continued, “I'm sorry about hurting you. Self preservation and all.” As her anger started cooling she could feel her energy pulling back into herself and she let her dominance show retract, she wasn't the most dominant here anyway, she didn't need to be part of the pissing contest, as it were. Yes, she retained her cobra features, but her humanity starting taking back over. Her thoughts, her vocal chords, all of it started becoming a little less animal. Now alls he could do was hope Justin stole the show and spared her. Hope, hope, hope. |
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| Cheiu Dingh | Jan 5 2009, 12:34 PM Post #19 |
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Bitch! What a fucking bitch! Cheiu let out a tiny yelp as she reached up and dug her claws into his skin - his grip on her (and the knife, which soon clattered to the floor) loosening immediately. Damn automatic human reactions. The moment he spilled a little bit of blood he almost completely forgot what he was meant to be doing and began squealing like a bitch.. or close enough. Cheiu still had the brains to keep a grip on her, but it was one that she soon forced herself out of, turning the tables in the situation completely. It wasn't long before he was kneeling on the ground, arm bent back at an almost impossibly painful angle, the woman whispering some crap that he didn't quite hear in his ear. Although he'd been practicing lately with Pierce and a couple of the other higher ups in the Vosilin to improve his hand to hand combat skills, Cheiu was still no match for this woman, and it'd be quite pointless to even think otherwise. So, doing what he could to deal with the pain, he watched silently as Pierce and the other alpha fought it out.. unfortunately, it seemed as if the former was losing. He felt the urge to intervene, but the woman's hold on him stopped him from doing so. No. He couldn't let his alpha - his leader and friend - die like this! What little struggling he did against the woman proved futile, and he eventually just relaxed (or as much as he could possibly relax in this situation). Dammit, if Ennid was here, none of this would've been happening. The rogues would've been taken care of swiftly and silently, simply delivered to the Kashyapa and that would be the end of it.. But no, things just couldn't be that simple, obviously. His jaw almost dropped to the ground at the woman's attempt at conversation. Though she did loosen her grip on him, something that he was extremely grateful for. He didn't reply at first, too enthralled in watching the battle between the two.. and too busy hoping that the rogue would take mercy on his friend. "What? Oh, yeah, same.." He glanced at the wound on her arm. "I didn't actually mean to cut you.." This was good; a temporary distraction from the conflict. The woman seemed nice enough, and Cheiu wasn't exactly in a position to try and overpower her. Why not make conversation? It wasn't as if he honestly believed he could actually interfere with the fight.. after all, if Pierce had been beaten so easily (well, maybe not THAT easily, but he'd still been beaten) then what chance did he really stand? Besides, the woman would be all over him before he managed to even get close. "So what're the chances of you letting me go anytime soon? I promise I won't go trying anything?" Edited by Cheiu Dingh, Jan 5 2009, 12:34 PM.
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| Deleted User | Jan 5 2009, 01:19 PM Post #20 |
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Justin let the talons carve into his chest, a smile creeping across his visage as fresh crimson soaked into his shirt and trickled to the ground beneath him, and he suddenly walked even closer to Pierce, coming uncomfortably close to his face. He let his aura continue to crash like a powerful ocean wave on his opponent, but the hostility and blood lust in his eyes had turned to a stony resolve and a command to Pierce he knew the Alpha would recognize. "This is pointless. I've beaten you. You're better use to me alive, and you're certainly better use to your Quiver. Live for them, die for them. But don't throw your life away so hastily. I know what its like to lose kindred," The were cobra spoke calmly, letting the blood trail behind him as he walked to Autumn and Cheui, waving a hand to beckon the woman to release her prey. "I see so much compassion and love in you both, and yet fear has taken the reigns of your actions. Where is your leader? Does he not instill some type of courage in his brethren?" His eyes studied Cheiu, seeing much untapped potential in the young one, and he extended an aura of warmth and understanding to the boy, that same smile ridden on his expression. A flash of blood and death screeched into Justin's mind, and memories of a tragic past tore at his heartstrings, and he slowly turned to Pierce, determination burning in his eyes. "Shall we discuss this on a peaceful manner on the way to the hospital? Or do I have to drag you all kicking and screaming?" He grinned, letting blood spew from his mouth to the floor. |
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