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| Mythical Creatures; Who will you meet in this vast place? | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 7 2009, 05:50 PM (396 Views) | |
| Pookie | Sep 13 2009, 03:05 PM Post #11 |
The Evil Genius
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ooc! xD It will. Now I just have to wait for the right opportunity to put it to action. P:< bic! Zashere lashed his tail, curling his lip as the humans tried to figure out how to tip his cage back upright and finish loading it. It was one thing when the canvas cover had been on; the thing had been infused with a charm to make him sleepy and lax. But now that it was off… He was certainly going to make things as hard as possible for them. He curled his lip and lashed out at anyone who got close enough, the bars just far enough apart to provide space to stick his forelegs through. The humans were just about falling over one another to get away, though a few brave souls dug up various poking implements to try and push him back with. A single swipe, with hardly any power behind it, was all it took for the sorry wooden staffs to be splintered. “Come on now, ye beast! Behave, and let us get ye loaded and sold properly!” Zash couldn’t make out exactly where it was that comment came from, but he narrowed his eyes and replied in a deep, throaty growl, “And why, pray tell, would I do that?” There was stunned silence for a moment. Apparently the simpletons had no idea he could speak. Pathetic. They milled amongst themselves, hushed whispers and the soft buzz of chatter mixing into an indiscernible background noise. He sat, tail whipping from side to side in his annoyance, waiting for the imbeciles to make a decision. He noticed, though, out of the corner of his eye three things; a sort of, unnatural- or at least, inhuman- change of scenery. He knew someone had used magic earlier, though it had felt so weak and diffused when it had washed over him he shrugged it off. Most times he was immune to magic, so whatever had tried to happen… failed. Obviously. There was, for one, a curious fellow amongst the multitude surrounding his cage who looked quite human indeed; though Zashere had almost taken him for a female upon first glance. Rather than the frightened, disdain, or wary expressions of varying degrees worn by most of the population surrounding his now quite popular spectacle, this one held a look of… curiosity? Pity? Zashere looked more closely at him, switching to his magical sight- something he rarely ever did, since it was pretty much useless in Agatha; everything there was magical, there was no real need to discern the differences. He winced, turning away for a moment and releasing the sight before he was blinded: obviously, this man was an incredibly powerful mage. His magical aura was enormous, and so bright it almost rivaled the sun beating down upon them; the only other time Zash had seen such power was in a Dragon or other high magic being. Never in a human. The second thing that caught his attention was the fact that he was suddenly feeling very lucky. Now, this was incredibly new to Zash, for he’d never had an encounter with luck of any kind- though perhaps that in itself had been lucky. He couldn’t see where the source of this new phenomena was, the humans crowding around so thickly he could see naught but their ugly faces. He let out a ferocious roar, intending to frighten them back; it worked, and they all jumped and fell back a few feet. Except for the mage. Finally, Zash could see that from one angle, the humans seemed to be parting to let someone through. The scent of magic was in the air, but he didn’t like it. Something was up, and he had a feeling it would not be in his favor. Nate continued to watch the beast, his hand tapping his chin in thought. How in the world could he possibly help the Alphyn right now? There were way too many people around to provide for an easy escape, and guaranteed they would stop the attempt in its tracks; the whispers he’d heard from the people around him were absolutely… hideous. Were people really so closed-minded anymore? Suddenly he felt the tingle of awareness of other magical beings in the area; two, perhaps? He could never be sure, since his magic was so finicky. He stepped back to mingle with the crowd, watching for the others. They had to be somewhere, he could feel it; they were getting closer by the minute. He hoped they weren’t going to start anything that would further increase the common disposition of the populace. He would rather they all went away quietly, and figured things out without any… force. At least, of the violent sort. He stood there and watched, helpless to do much else. His stomach growled, reminding him of a very urgent need to eat. But first, he would see where things here went. |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Sep 13 2009, 11:49 PM Post #12 |
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Jock was not certain if anyone could feel the swirling rush of his undetainable luck spreading through the area. He honestly could not hide it like most magic weilders. Experienced magic holders could submerce their magic deep within their bodies so it could not be detected, but the fuzzy bunny could not reconsult the same behavior. He wasn't sure how too; his magic was like a curtain softly falling like snow around the pads of his paws, tingling the muscles of those who were effected with his luck. Jock's magic naturally flew from the core of his body where the phenemonal power was stored and there was no more questions about it. At times it was trying to know he couldn't hide any of the magic, but on others, he did not mind. In reality, Jock did not want to hide his Lucky Magic. Lucky Magic was what he personally called his magic himself. It was a major problem he was so suseptible to releasing his luck without realizing it, but he usually outran any foe in the long-run scheme of things. That was a plus, if not anything, and he could evade many predators this way. Still, by this point it was a miracle he hadn't been catured yet, but it could lie in how young he still was to properly manuver his positions just right. The luck would steal away his own personal luck in a heartbeat if a creature or human were aware of his presence, but it still gave luck to those who were in dire need of his assistance. That was him in a nutshell, so to speak. He wasn't a high-profile mystical monster of the calm heavens or a cult member of the forever stale-fires of the Underworld, but he found himself believing he was there to be something of a helper to the creature society. Maybe not in all words was the rabbit an almighty hero, but a figure ot inspiration for those who couldn't help themselves. It was his long-term goal in life. That was in theory, anyway. Jock had not been this noble yet and would not be for a while. A good deed here for one poor creature, a trickle of hope there; it was all in the works and being planted carefully. Jock did not have to be specially remembered for the future but just known to do a knightly job for his small stature. The rabbit continued to hurdle through the high grass in a dash, possibly in the maddest rush of any furry creature like himself. His paws finally landed him at the outskirts of the town in no time flat, and an impulse to sniff the air for danger briefly washed over him. The white rabbit lifted his head and stared blankly at the sky hovering above the Earth and sniffed easily. Obviously, the close-knit scents of various humans clogged the air routes. Jock made the closest action to a sneeze possible, and blinked his large eyes open and shut rapidly. He wasn't sure why himself, but maybe he was allergic to the scent of human; that would have been simply hilarious. Jock curiously continued his trek into the town limits, following his instincts of where to head. After a while he noticed a crowd of people contregrated in one spot, not seeing the source of the commotion. But it was there. The creature was here, but Jock didn't know where it was. Slowly, he padded forward, hopefully not being noticed by the populous yet. And he wasn't, thankfully. Jock carefully peered upward into the crowd and darted past the feet of several people together, his tiny dark eyes flashing to see where he was leading himself. This was perfect; there was a crowd of racous citizens and he couldn't fight his way through them. Jock ground his itny teth together and sprinted past a spot where a heavy foot wouild land on him. This wasn't turning out to be a grand idea, but he was there, and he was going to finish his job. Gazing around again he looked for the source of the problem, but saw nothing yet, though he was inching closer every second. |
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| Sarin | Oct 10 2009, 10:58 PM Post #13 |
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(D= I'm so sorry for the really long delay. I'll try to be more prompt... *hangs head*) Eves didn't bother to hold back the disdain she felt. Humans. Such pathetic creatures! One beast snarls at them, and a whole crowd melts into confusion and panic. How in the world did they manage to become the ruling race; how could such creatures, fragile in body and spirit, hold dominion over the creatures who had been around since the earth's young ages and held sway over the ancient powers? How could one from the noble race of angels be reduced to no more than a slave hunter? She quickly brushed the thoughts from her mind. However it had happened, that was simply the way the world was. Nothing could be done about it, and it was foolish to waste time daydreaming about yesterdays and tomorrows that would never dawn. It was hard enough to survive when survival was the only thing in one's mind; there was no room for thinking in a quickly turning place like this. "Out of the way!" She couldn't show any doubt, any fear. This had to be her show now. Most of the humans were complacent in their confusion; they staggered out of the way - away from the scene, towards safer grounds where they could watch and jeer and pretend to be righteous. As for the few who did not move quickly enough, they found themselves shoved aside as Eves continued her march. She did not spare them the slightest glance, her eyes were locked onto the humans still trying to subdue their prisoner. She tried to ignore her discomfort. She could clearly feel some sort of magic throughout the area; it seemed to be all around her. She doubted it could be from the Alphyn: if those humans had any brains whatsoever they must have put some charms on the cage to prevent its magic, and if the Alphyn were using magic this powerful she was sure she would be able to pinpoint it, being so close. Nor did this magic match the feel of the spell she had felt earlier. What were so many magic beings doing in a human town? If it weren't for the fact that the Alphyn's bounty could buy her security for months at the very least, she might have blended into the shadows, a marble gargoyle once more. She hated the feel of magic on herself, that feeling of lack of control. It was even worse when she couldn't tell what the magic was doing, or where it was coming from. She shook the thought away again. Now was not the time. "How is it possible that you fools captured a free Alphyn, but can't handle it when it is caged?" |
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| Pookie | Oct 11 2009, 06:36 PM Post #14 |
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Zash glowered at the traitorous creature that stepped from the throng of humans. An Angel; rare indeed, for the humans had long forsaken their magical guardians and had left them to cast about the lands on their own, disappearing into legend much as his own kind had. But there was no kinship felt in this similarity- this creature had abandon her own in favor of these… vermin. He snarled, lips curled back to reveal enormous ivory fangs that dripped with venom. “Ay ay, wot’s this? An Angel? Ye’d sell fer a pretty penny ye would-“ “She’s not fair game. You don’t recognize her?” “Aye, she’s that famous creature hunter!” The humans stood in awe of her, though the red-faced foreman looked as if he were about to explode. “Oi! You have no authority here, girly! Off with you!” He turned his back on her, angrier than before if it was possible, ordering his men to secure the canvas back over the cage. Zash wasn’t about to let that happen. He continued his barrage of swipes and snarls, effectively keeping the desperate humans from their goal. He smirked inwardly, thanking the gods that they were so inane and weak. Once he was free of having to bat them away, he turned on one of the bars, grabbing hold of it with his mouth and wrenching it with all his might. It was difficult, and the humans began scrambling to secure the canvas and try to force him away, but he was making good headway. The bar squealed and bent, but it was still not enough for his large mass to fit through. He relinquished his hold on that bar and turned to the one next to it, twisting it as well. Nathan stood watching, a smile of amusement on his face. The crowd that had recently been surrounding the scene had scattered at the sight of the Alphyn making his escape, leaving naught but a few brave souls and himself to watch the show. Inwardly, he hoped and prayed that the creature would escape, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the Angel. He ducked back around a building, peering cautiously around the corner, mentally kicking himself. He should have been able to tell if something like THAT had come around; obviously he hadn’t been paying attention. Thankfully, if he was detected it would be hard to see him. His clothing was far from colorful; browns and greys and faded greens- perfect for blending in with shadows. Not to mention the stack of crates he was hiding behind… He let out a sigh of relief, though his hopes for the Alphyn plummeted. He’d seen this Angel before, and he was well aware of her situation. He felt a sort of pity for her, but the feeling quickly vanished. Anyone who sacrificed their kin for their own survival was no better then the trash that littered the street. He watched, helpless to do much but that, though the sight of something small and white on the ground caught his attention. What was that? |
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