Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Iiii think I'll have Grey hover around Lucilia's office. Just in case.

@Freeshooter92

Good Idea. Lyn's only able to so much damage control after all.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

...Didn't Lucilia put some experimental potions in Lyn?

@Rtron

Yes... and her mageblood is returning back to normal thankfully when they reached the College. Surprisingly no one noticed she couldn't do any magic since she last drank it...

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Themerlinhawk

Force powers: I suggest mentioning the force powers being used that beyond the basics every Jedi has as it makes it easier for referencing and eliminates any problems that might crop up. For example, from what I read it sounds like he has adv. tuminus limited to blasters and force powers, breath control (I think) and possibly two dark force powers. Ine knowledge drain and force lightning. The later a rumor.

The lightsaber forms I’m rather weak at unless it’s normal lightsabers so I’m useless in that aspect. Though I could rattle Echo to help me.

I agree with Ellri, a skill or two related outside combat would be good. Namely to help in the rescue and escape attempts as well as some could argue without a lightsaber he would be useless for the most part. It also gives the Sith something else to play off. Namely because I doubt the Sith will risk giving him a lightsaber to see what he’s able to do.

His sociopathic fighting, how bad is that? Is it cruel or just determined, a bit more detail on that for my sake to prevent concern or at least not be surprised.

@Rtron

Rtron, space your damn paragraphs! Hard to read, so until you do that, I’ll hold my review on the bio. The rest seems alright from my standpoint.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 3, 14:30 GST|~
~|Lyric, on board the Memory of the Coruscant|~

Introductions had been short and sweet over a day ago, the two masters currently awaiting for the new flood of arrivals into their ranks before officially getting to work. That meant hours on end of sparring, mediations and examining the skills sets of each other for the mission’s success. Afterwards, master Novan had read a report over the Twi’Lek’s exploits only to frown at the over cautious nature she displayed and found it to be a future conflict he was sure would surface should something go wrong. He aimed to deal with that when the time came however. Pointless when it might’ve not happen as he currently mediated with her in the chambers, his figure about to rise when he sensed another presence arrive. His eyes never opened from his crossed legged position upon the hard floor. Nor did he speak because Master Kinsakwi spoke the same question he wished to know.

His nostril inhaled the budding smoke from his ciggarra stemming from his mouth, his teeth gently chewed in his normal habit. His breath slow and calm, letting the soothing sensation wash over before exiting from his trance. Her greeting was friend but Novan’s expression remained neutral as if he knew was what about to come. In truth, he rarely expected good new though his reaction was never negative. He usually grinned when he was right afterall and ease the tension in any messager, their duty grim as it was from the start.

On hearing the terrible news, his words cut the air with a firm but gentle tone. “It’s possible as younglings would’ve been shipped off to Korriban immediately due to their accepting nature. Knight, how many causalities? Bodies recovered and has a Jedi with the ability in psychometry to examine the ruins and discover some of what happened there?”

He already knew the answer but felt the need to ask, despite the oddness of it. A bad feeling had washed over him after the temple was destroyed and it didn’t make his mediation a fitful one, after all he hide it well, so it was little surprise he was learning where it came from. His body stirred and rose upright, his mediation ceased when his eyes opened to absorb the Jedi Knight’s image. Eyes still cutting through him, Lyric paused long enough to return Kinsa’’s look and flipped back to the Knight for his answer.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hooray for my favoritest fucking word ever.

@Freeshooter92

Cause and effect, something I did mention before. Besides, look at this as a chance to develop her PC some or brush it off. Either way the effect from this means missions will be assigned from now on to the characters, capitalizing on where their talents are best suited for since the GMs know what is needed. It's also in IC for Ssarak to report his point of view of what happened and even you have to admit, putting your attachment and IC views aside, Alaira did do some rather extreme actions during the mission.

Others have done the same in their missions as well which you'll see the consequences for that as well.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Voira and Raa

Voira crouched down in front of Raa as she suddenly paused mid sentence. "Raa. Raa what's the matter. Talk to u-" That's when the Quarian blurted out that she had been shot. The Asari looked down in surprise. "We have?" Sure enough, there was a bullet hole in her shoulder, and a small stream of blood coming from it. Of course, when you finally notice the injury is when the pain starts. The Asari gritted her teeth, bringing her main hand up to feel out the damage. When she brought it back, smearing her armor with even more blood, she noticed her hand had more blood than was strictly necessary. A brief examination showed that a bullet had gone through there too. Still, there wasn't any time to worry about her own injuries. Raa took precedent.

"It's not that bad." She said dismissively, waving her uninjured hand. "We'll deal with it properly later." She felt around and finally found something that would have to serve as a makeshift bandage. A blanket she had picked up earlier, intending to find its owner or at least someone who could find its owner faster than her before everything had gone to shit. Quickly she tied it into a makeshift bandage around her shoulder, stopping the bleeding as best she was able. "You sure you're fine? Nothing more than bruises?" Voira brought up her omni-tool, taping briefly away at it. "Take our Medi-gel, just in case. No buts. We'll be fine."

Under her helmet, Raa's face white color grew as she watched the purple blood trickle down her protector's arm until it was finally wrapped. When the blood was removed from sight, the spell it seemed to cast evaporated and her head tilted upward to study Voira’s reaction. She noted the asari’s teeth gritting causing Raa to inwardly flinch in guilt. If her protector hadn’t been busy getting her sorry butt out of there then the wound wouldn’t have happened and for a moment, the Quarian wished she never taken this job now. She swallowed the spit collecting in her mouth as she struggled to speak.

Her head shaking rapidly to both verbally and physically making her words clear. "No, really I’m fine. Honestly, but I didn’t mean for you to get hurt. I should’ve done more…”

Raa cancelled the transferring of Omni-gel, having plenty of her own, and started to move on her own. She tried to ignore the subtle pain filling her skin’s surface, the darker bruises unseen, while she started to push herself upward. Carefully rising to her feet and mindful of her guardian's position, Raa managed to get upright without falling back down on her ass. However she failed to hide how much the event had rattled her because her body made minor trembling movements and threatened to make her crumble quickly.

"Other than minor scrapes and bruises naturally. I'm injecting antibodies through your suit into your body just to be safe. Next time, Voira, try to watch how roughly you handle her. Especially because I'm tried of her being manhandled by you and cleaning the mess up!" RK snapped suddenly, butting into the conversation between the pair.

Voira shook her head. "There was nothing you could have done. Some times it just happens in gunfights." She watched the Quarian with a worried look, easily seeing how rattled Raa was. She placed a gentle, not shot, hand on her ward's shoulder. "Sit down Raa. We'll be safe in here for a while yet, and you need to gather your strength. It'll be fine. We can rest, you can recover. Sit down. " She spoke cajolingly and softly.

She merely shrugged at RK's words. "Bullets were flying, and they were flying in her direction. Raa is no soldier, and she had froze," She smiled gently at Raa to take the sting out of her words, "so we got her moving. I'd rather she was bruised and you were angry than she was shot and we were panicking. Wouldn't you?"

"Correct. I would've siezed control over your firearm and shot the bastard myself if that happened." RK admitted, her words cold and blunt. She casted a brief look over the asari as she shrank her figure down to merely the bust, her expression still displaying a sour look.

Raa again shook her head no. "I'm fine, really."

She tried not to collapse when Voira placed her hand on her shoulder, her body screamed and fought to winch. Looking weak over some bruises were terrible while her friend was shot, still bleeding, felt awful to her. At hearing RK's comment, Raa shot her AI a sharp look only to hear Voira cast it off smoothly. Slightly surprised at the asari, she couldn't help but wonder why she treated the situation so lightly.

"What happened back there?" Raa couldn't help but ask, her eyes looked to Voira for the needed answers. Her body, unknowingly, had slumped back to her seated position giving into what her friend wanted. It took a moment to realize her heart had finally stopped beating against her ribs and her lungs had found a steady rhythm to pull in needed air. Shortly acknowledging her mistake, her head lowering and all she wanted to do was curl into a defensive ball, feeling like it was all she could do to make this terrible nightmare go away.

"Why did they do this?" She asked, more to herself then Voira.

Voira hid a smirk at Raa sitting down. She knew the Quarian was beat up and even felt slightly guilty about it. But right now all she cared about that Raa wasn't shot and would recover. She clenched her shot hand experimentally, wincing as she did so. It hurt like hell, but she could use it.

"It's relatively simple as to what actually happened." She said, applying Medi-gel to her hand, and shoulder, now that it looked like there was actual time to do that. "The local security tried to take all the diplomats hostage by sealing us in. Avatar saw one of them trying to do that and then took him out. There was a lot of suspicious activity before hand that made us nervous, so we put a barrier around you and then threw you out when shit hit the fan."

She shrugged at Raa's next question. "We can only guess. Bandits took over? They want independence? Control of the negotiations? Whatever the reason, it has to be something really good. The Council won't be pleased, when they find out." She tilted her head, listening outside. "Hmm. Gunfire has stopped. Probably a good sign."

"I don't know, I recall gun shots usually only stop when everyone's been pacified or dead..."Raa said in a timid tone, her voice muffled through the mask and her partly curled body. She wanted to vanish from this nightmare. Both her and Voira, walking up as if it was all a bad dream but she knew better. The pain was too real and it would've woken her up so it kept her wish from coming true.

RK noticed the shivering increasing and looked to Voira, her eyes gesturing to the damn asari to take are of the problem. Else she would and make the woman suffer later for failure.

The Asari holstered her pistol again not bothering to give a response, be it verbal or non-verbal, to the AI. She hugged Raa, gently so as not to aggravate her bruises. "We're so sorry you have to go through this Raa. We're gonna make it through this, we promise, and then we'll spend a long time doing something relaxing and safe. Like working on a ship. Or smoking a cigar. Perhaps both?" She let go of the Quarian, crouching down to look at her. "We know it hurts and you'd rather just stay here until it all blows over or we wake up. But we can't do that, not if we want to get off this station."

Raa nodded, her body winched for a moment and slowly melted into the comfort given by the touch. Her shakes faded while her mind collected itself, pushing past the fear once more. In reaction, her arms wrapped around Voira as to keep her from pulling away. When she finished her pep talk, Raa knew she had to let go when she felt Voira start to pull away. The quarian sighed at the lost of comfort but sat there listening, agreeing begrudgingly, to the common sense uttered by the asari. She couldn't hide forever despite how she wanted to.

"Alright, but promise me you won't take off. I worry about you."

The Asari stood again, reluctantly getting ready to make Raa move, casting another barrier over Raa as she smiled at the Quarian. "We won't take off or leave you. Promise. Stay close to us." With that, she drew her assault rifle and opened the door, warily sticking her head out. What she saw at first made her hopes for them escaping unscathed sink like a stone. There appeared to be a large group of turians and humans, discussing something. Luckily for all involved, before she started trying to sneak past and then shooting when someone inevitably saw them, Voira spotted Avatar. As the Geth appeared to be apart of the conversation rather than a prisoner, she relaxed, if only slightly. Still only keeping her head out, she called out to the group. "Hello down there! We're friends, not with the bastards who just tried to kill all of us, so please don't shoot us!"

Glancing back into the room she held a hand out to Raa. "Come on. Things just got a bit easier. We're going to yell at Avatar, by the way. We won't hit him, probably."

Raa's body made a gesture of relief, her breath sighing at things being easier now and Avatar's name. She had been worried, to a lesser degree, about the Geth. Partly worried he was killed during the assualt and she wouldn't get to meet him again. It never took long for Raa to bond to someone which made her easy to manipulate as well as most targetted for easy prey by thugs or bandits. It was habit she picked up thanks to the changes made within the several years since the Reaper Wars, making the race more trusting to outside help since the Geth's assistance.

She took Voira's hand with her own, allowing the woman to lead her outward into the crowd. Her nervousness returned among strangers and her fingers tightened about Voira, silently telling her anxiety in the matter. Unknown factors usually unsettled her, even being reasurred not everyone was out to get her, that made her side on the cautious route in interaction. Though some speices and beings, like the geth or other quarians, drew different reactions out of her.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn’s eyes lit up at the sights while in Hysteria, her mind oogled at the street performers as they performed a wide assortment of acts from dancing to sword tossing. Tenderly she held the flower in her hand and leaned over the wagon edge, entranced by every movement while it played out. The streets were filled with so much activity she found it difficult to stay very still within the cart now that the mission’s danger was over. At the sight of a fire spitter, she squealed in excitement and pointed it out to Ssarak, Meirn, and Alaira with girlish enthusiasm. Her eyes brighter than day in her excitement, her mind trying so hard to behave, though part of her wished her parents could see it.

At the thought of mom and dad, her head slouched into her crossed over arms with a depressed look. She came to realize she missed them more and more over the days causing her to think often of them. Maybe leaving, she concluded, wasn’t the best idea anymore. Thankfully the trip home was much faster since the Scarlet Traveler offered the ride back.

It seemed since her first disappearance, most her companions, especially Mei, refused to let her escape their sight for very long. Each time she did, she was immediately called out for and discovered before she could explore very far. This happened several times until they traveled home, making the trip less fun in her mind, as she fell asleep to the cart’s rocking motions.

The next time she woke, they were once more at the college and she was being carried by Alaira toward the infirmary. Her eyes shifted to look the half elf in the face and tilted her head, her face filled in curiosity over why she was being carried there. It wasn’t long before her question was answered when she spotted her mother, sleeping, within one of the medical beds farthest away from everyone. Her father looking upset at her side while slumped within a chair. Immediately the child wiggled and pulled to be let down, stopping only when Alaira put her there. At being free, she bolted for her father’s side to squeeze his strong body against hers, hoping to ease his pain some. Letting the hug last a bit longer, she pulled back to gesture at what was wrong with her mother. Her eyes stared at her father for the answer in held breath and hoped it wasn't anything serious.

Mar

Mar couldn’t move, the venom within her body freezing her ability much like her own. Only her mind was able to reach her beyond the senses of hearing, seeing, and touch. Something was wrong. Dead wrong and she couldn’t scream a warning to anyone, merely let it stew until she was able to move again. Emotions, stronger than they should’ve been, bubbled inside her heart and felt ready to burst into pieces at the slightest touch. Unlike the numerous other times, she was fully aware of her weakness and surroundings, unable to push aside the shame filling her when her pride started to crumble.

Though she wasn’t among Naga, the shame was still the same. It wasn’t until a few hours later that she could start to feel her limbs able to move again though she hadn’t uttered a word since her awakening. Merely stared down at her hands folded within her coils and seek words that eluded her for the longest time. Althalus likely expected her to shout, whack or something violent but those actions were often fueled in a strange way by love. A fact she cared too much to make her words punctuated by actions just to make sure he understand how angry she was at his carelessness. Not this time however. The naga’s words rippled through her at first like water but soon pain followed the longer she realized it to be truth.

You don’t lie to those you loved.

It was a haunting, decaying feeling to bare hearing them over and over in her head. She hadn’t even touched her meal, not that she needed it, while she fought over what to say. At Lyn’s arrival, she was momentarily spared from it and her head turned to see her daughter rush to her father’s side. It was in that moment, the similarities stood out. Lyn was certainly her father’s daughter.

Her eyes flickered to Alaira. She sized up the half elf’s body language, something she was good at, which concluded something was wrong. Her eyebrow raised to silently asked the biped what was wrong though it might’ve been easily missed. Alaira had been use to Lyn’s lacking speech ability but Mar’s could’ve been another matter, unlike Althalus who had learned to read her like a book.

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

I need to learn to play nice with my PCs at some point... just don't know when exactly. XD

Essence of the World: The New Age [CLOSED]

Waking the Wicked

Character: Darius
Location: Kenan, District 12 on Garroter Drive
Time:Early Evening

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Darius, once more changed and crisp, straight up his tie as he walked from Masha’s home and down the steps. His shoes clipped the pavement and skirted toward the car within a few paces, ducking inside the driver's side smoothly. He had one more stop to make before addressing the meeting to come: the local police station. He wanted to see in person the efforts done to retain order within his territory. Even more, the fact some creature, a demon no doubt, had cause such hell in his area made the kitsune rather furious. Starting up the engine with a click of his claw, his fingers tightened hard on the steering wheel at the thought as Darius guided the car easily through the oncoming traffic.

His golden eyes flickered from one direction to another, being a defensive driver, while zipping into the nearest parking spot. Just outside the station was a his contact stood with a smug look. The half angel's wings were curled up and folded behind him, his blue eyes studying the fox's exiting from his brand new car. Slamming the door down quietly, Darius made his way up the stairway toward the ex-guardian angel's position. Mr. Patrick wasn't fazed or intimidated by Darius' presence but instead peeled himself off his nearby perch and started his way downwards. His shoulder brushed Darius' as his hand snapped against the suit's side, subtly slipping a small thumb drive into the fox's pocket and briskly twisted about to apologize, his steps still taking him away.

"Pardon, Mr. Cain." He called out as he flashed Darius a cheeky smile. Darius' contact barely stopped his pace while his figure shortly ducked into the nearest cop car.

Darius' look only hardened for a moment before he inhaled sharply, his body continued into the station. It only took a few hours to chatter with the chief, an old friend, then he was heading back out once more. He still had one last problem to deal with, more pressing than the slaughter of several gang members in a single district.

Sadly fox hadn’t expected his little problem to be so bold.

His paw had just turned the car into a one way lane, pulling a far distance from the police station, when something smacked into the side window. Crack! Glass immediately spider wedded and busted inward. Shards shattered and broke, flying over his side and into his face. Pain thumped into his face side as he jerked it to the side followed by another deadening sound. Another shot ripped through the car's armored plating and into his side. He could feel heat, followed by bones cracking as something small embedded itself snapped through his ribs into his heart. Terror filled him to realized was still. Completely dead.

Impulsive and survival driven, his hand jerked to the side. sending the car to grind against the guard railing. Bright sparks flew and paint smeared, the grinding sensations sending flaring movements through his body. Darius’ teeth had been driven hard into his bottom lip but his mind was on getting the hell out of there.

His paw reached out and jerked on the gear shift, hauling it backwards and foot floored the gas. The Bentley made a loud roar like a wounded lion then bolted for escape. Several more pops whipped along the rear end and left numerous bullet holes as they nearly missed him.

Part of him was grateful Olivia wasn't in the back seat during this, his teeth flashed his anger while his hand jerked the car off the railing. Shortly two sedans, their windows tilted and drivers hot on his tail materialized from nowhere. A chimera, from Darius' first glance, pulled his top half out of the rolled down window. In his hand was a modified gun pointed at Darius' head.

Not willing to let the bastard get a shot off, one hand realized from the steering wheel. It jerked up extracting a gun hidden between the seats. The weapon floated there then flicker its nuzzle behind and opened fire. Using the side and rear mirror, Darius estimated the shots perfectly. Pop..pop! The rear window exploded. Immediately the chimera crumbled, hanging , dead, from the window while the driver raced onwards.

Darius wasn't done yet. He spotted the sharp turn off into a dangerous side road called "Hellion's Spine".

Aptly named, it was a neck break and wounding road filled with sharp corners and deadly conditions. Darius whipped the shaft into neutral as he whipped the steering to the right hard. The Bentley geared her gears in protest but obeyed just the same. Her wheels drifted smoothly and turned into the crooked road from hell.

The two sedans screeched in surprise, missing the turn off. Their wheels turning to stop, reverse and follow much to Darius' amusement. He pushed further on his gas to gain what speed he could from the top of the line vehicle.

On entrance he nearly collided with the first right corner, barely missing when he jerked it left. Up the misshapen spine, he drove recklessly with his two tails behind him. His car skills showed his old skills returning when he managed to switch his front to face his attackers during a drifting corner then right it again. Gun muzzles as bullets were exchanged causing one car to veer off the unprotected side and down the several feet cliff. The sedan went up in blazes.

Darius was becoming confident he might actually get away. A mistake on his part when his car finally erupted out the exit and was slammed into by a eighteen wheeler.

It caught Darius' car on the side, flipping it off the cliff's top. Darius felt his world shift abruptly. His eyes widened in surprise as his body was slammed against the door, his body toss viciously within the driver's seat. Any windows remaining intact were now broke, their shards spilling to the right with the impact. Metal grind and squealed at being remolded in the violence.

When things finally stopped spinning, darkness rapidly filled Darius' vision.

...unknown time later...

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Pins and needles tingled all through his fur and flesh, their tips pressing deeper until the areas were numbed soon after. It was the first thing Darius noticed on his awakening. His mind still groggy and hazy, eyes edging open to see nothing more than a blurry and mangled interior of the car. Colors and shapes mingled together, making it difficult to identify anything right away. However, minutes passing started to make things clear again.

The next thing he was aware of was the fact the seat belt pinned him to his seat. It was suspending his figure above the glass covered roof as his arms hung down, the knuckles treated to the slicing shards below. Mentally his mind was gradually taking stock of his own condition.

His inner awareness trailed down his ears, through his torso, and down to his legs where it came to rest within his feet. He noted the sensation of matted blood, various wounds and numbness all through his form. At the moment, the worse spot was around his chest area. His head, still saddled with vertigo, tilted upward to expect to see a small bullet hole in square of his chest.

That wasn't the case.

Where the hole was, part of the metal framing the window had found its way into his sternum. Blood spread throughout the once clean suit, his fangs drawn into a snarl at his state and declining day.

Darius stirred. His hands lifted weakly upward and clawed at his seat belt, though he knew the likelihood of escaping was impossible. The metal rod pinned his body against the seat preventing a clean fall onto the roof. When his mind slowly realizing this, his paws took hold of the iron bar and started to remove it.

His jaws clamped hard while his fingers wrapped about the smooth object. He gave it a sharp tug making himself flinch. The red stained pipe edged itself out only an inch after several straining moments struggling with it. That small effort was exhausting and excruciating but he couldn't leave it in. It prevented him from healing fully and so, he began to wiggle, jerk and work the end from within him. The process was made more painful as he had to peel away the closed wounds and open it once more.

While he worked, Darius mused over the odd fact by all natural physics, he should've been dead. No air, blood or more pumped through his veins during the chase's whole scene yet he was still alive. A perk of being a demon it seemed was he could survive what would've killed most.

Blood leaked from his muzzle and drizzled across his black stained lips, finally feeling the framing rip away from his body. The end gave away and it clattered to the ground.

For several moments, Darius just hung there. Blood still leaked down and stained the roof with crimson freely. It would seem like he would never move until something caught his eyes.

On the hill side, surveying the carnage below and swaying its tail in apprehension. It seemed his little problem, an upstart chimera between a dragon and human, Seth Ripper, had gotten wind of Darius' visit. It seemed he decided to set a trap. Watching eagerly for the hunt as the creature's tail flickered forward. Suddenly several young, arrogant chimeras appeared at the leader's side. Mostly werewolves, draconian, and other numerous chimeras tired of his iron grip.

Noting Darius' movement, Seth jerked his tail forward. "Git 'im."

The words echoed through the hill as twenty chimeras flooded down the hazardous trail, their claws, wings and more tearing up the terrain on their way. Darius felt a rush of adrenaline purge through his being at the sight. Immediately his claws jerked up and the shadows stirred, several formed into foxes that lounged at the first wave of chimeras. Jaws snapped and claws sliced down on dark fur and flesh alike, drawing blood.

Darius' paws found the belt, severing the cloth causing him to plop free from his seat. His eyes closed to protect themselves while glass sliced his eyelids and face. He moaned, ignoring the clashes of his fixes and the threat baring down on him, and started to crawl outside the driver side window. The shards crinkled with each push forward to the exit. In the background, his foxes one by one started dying bit by bit, their numbers dwindling while thinning out the chimeras.

Darius could smell the blood filled the air and saturated it with its thick rustic, coppery scent. On the outside he was wounded and edging his way out, freeing himself from the metal trap that was once his car.

However on the inside of his mind, Darius felt a familiar sensation edge to the surface. His fear hissed and bit, recoiling from the thing rising up from his subconscious. Screams, his own and Aeris followed by countless others, followed by vivid images from his past flooding into his head.

Darius gripped the ground harder and tugged up the gravel as he wobbled upright. The more he rose, the harder his legs threatened to give out underneath him. All his limbs shivered at the disturbing melody crying out inside his mind, echoing endlessly in a loop, making his hands twitch and jerk erratically.

Wild, yellow eyes peered at the remaining chimeras were stampeding at him. The sounds in his ears went dead silent. His muzzle curled back into a sincere smirk, wild and thirsty for blood, before the closest one lunged at him.

Darius' paw sliced forward in front of him. A loud screech came when the metal rocketed from the twisted frame, snapping free with surprising ease. A gray streak was all the first chimera saw before he crumbled. The sharpen edge was sticking from his eye, embedded only an inch deep and bleeding profusely. It howled out in pain as it stumbled back, struggling to tear the metal free, lips snarling at Darius through the miserable cries. Wasting little time, Darius closed the gap and focused on manipulating the metal. His hand furled and unfurled his fingers, bring the metal cutting deeper into flesh. It inched slowly through the beast's eye, drawing new blood and making it howl anew. The sounds echoed through the scene but seemed to have little effect on Darius’ enjoyment.

He moved past as he jerked the metal more with his telepathy. Each subtle movement and slight flicker was intending for tormenting the wolfish beast. Its painful sounds were left in Darius's wake while he moved onto the next victim, this one a more minotaur like beast. His form’s height almost double that of Darius’ as the fox’s eyes brushed from the digitigrade legs ending in sharp, split hooves up to the bulky arms and several foot long horns protruding from its skull. In one hand, it held an axe, rusted by blood and gore from its last victim. The beast bellowed a dull roar revealing razor teeth as it charged forward.

Darius merely deepened his grin when his mind focused on the next victim before him. A brief flash in his golden eyes and the bull came to a complete halt. Its muzzle briefly flatten against some invisible force. It shook its head, stunned for a moment, and failed to notice Darius’ hand reach for his own ribs. His voice hummed a familiar melody as he sank into it, his clawed hand already reached for his side and suddenly buried itself into his side. Blood poured from the fresh wound while his fingers pushed past the muscle, ripping the fibers apart until he hit something hard. A rib. Still stepping forward, he gripped the bone tightly making himself flinch at the heated pain flaring in his mind. He pushed it away easily, driving by the song in his mind, when he snapped the fragile thing easily.

His eyes watched the stunned beast shake free from the shock just as he sank his splintered rib into the bull’s neck.With the bone still lodged, Darius' knee came up into the shocked being's abdomen, knocking the breath from it. Darius grinned at warmth from the blood seeping into the skin beyond his fur. Tugging the bone free, he stabbed the head back where the spine connected with the skull. Once...twice... Each time his grin became wider. It infected his muzzle and slight foam collected at the edges, adding to his rabid actions. The target collapsed but he wasn't done.

Darius let the body drop. His foot lifted to curb stomp into the fractured skull and cracking it further, the skull almost giving away under the new pressure at where he grinded a bit. Bit by bit the bone crackled while blood, skull fragments and gray matter stained his shoe. Standing ankle deep, still bleeding, his sights moved to the last ones.

Their hunched raised at the remains of their companions’ and ceased their pace until they came to a full stop just feet from him. No longer acting like wild animals set on the hunt. Darius felt the song play louder, though he couldn't’ place the words to them. Those would come in time. The longer it played, the sooner a voice would creep into his consciousness and drive him closer to the edge. A small, meek voice trying to chase the demons of his childhood away without any success.

Ignoring his inner war, Darius’ eyes flickered dangerously between each target. His mind summoned the broken rib, the new one already replacing the old, back to his hand currently now stained with blood. Closing his eyes, his shadow shimmered and shifted like a living thing. Impatience finally got the better of one of them causing a single one to break his position. The last one whipped her head in the attacking one’s direction, her expression wild with confusion at the stupidity. Darius paid it no mind. His mind sharpened by the song, his foot taking a step back while his hand pushed out, seeming to defend himself against the teeth. The chimera never reached him. Instead it was met by Darius’ shadow stopping the idiotic animal in his tracks. Two foxes leapt halfway out, their jaws snagged on the wolf beast’s hind legs and tore him back into the ground with extreme force. Sadly, unlike the foxes who materialized back in the shadows flawlessly, the beast was solid mass. Bones cracked, tendons shattered, and muscle was easily ripped crippling the chimera in a smooth move.

The shadow created by Darius’ hand shivered.

It all happened so fast. One moment there was imaginable pain and next, there was a numb, deadness within the beast’s senses. Slowly beast’s eyes lowered his blood spotted muzzle to his chest. His eyes widened in horror at the chest hole, starting off small and growing wider out the back. Weakly twisting his head about, he spotted the crimson shadow fox smirking back at him from behind. It shook his blood off as the chimera realized he couldn’t sense his back attached to himself anymore and toppled over. Shaking and trembling, Darius casually stepped over the quivering mass towards the last one.

She bolted creating a reason for Darius to smile at her retreating tail. His eyes rose to the figure still standing upon the slope’s top, Seth glaring down in full hatred for several minutes until he too, took off. At the chimera’s departure, his foxes no longer sensing his essence, Darius’ figure finally gave out. He crumbled into a ball. His claws holding his head and digging in deeper to purge his mind of it, withering in the echoes shaking his sanity like the cub he once had been. This continued for a few more hours, ending when he finally fell into the peaceful darkness of unconsciousness.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>
If you're not going to let me play a Mandalorian Jedi Master armed with a heavy repeating blaster and riding a barely-trained krayt dragon then I don't see why I should come on a rescue mission. :P

@SimplyJohn

That just makes the Jedi slightly suicidal. >_>