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Of Monsters and Myth

@DarkStarLove90 @fer1323

Darrken smirked when Araile mentioned killing men as he let the fish cook in his hand. He handed her the cooked fish and began to cook the other two. "Men are a terrible species in my opinion." Darkken said as Araile began to eat. "They hate me because I look different." Darrken paused, putting another cooked fish on a rock besides Araile. "Well, I mean, I do sometimes kill them indiscriminately, but that's neither here nor there."

For a little while longer Darrken and Araile talked. Darrken about his random adventures and Araile about life as a shape shifter. He found himself laughing and not out of a crazy blood-lust post fight come down. He was legitimately enjoying her company. It disturbed him a little bit. His demon side urged him to act on his basest instincts and this was the first time he had really ignored them.

As their conversations continued Darrken heard a rustle in the woods coming toward them. They both stopped talking and looked towards the source of the noise. "Someone's always has to ruin something." He muttered standing up in front of Araile, ready for anything. Slowly from out of the woods strode the beast-man. Darrken lowered his guard. "Welcome back." Darrken sighed.

Of Monsters and Myth

@DarkStarLove90

Darrken jumped up in front of Araile and, despite the pain he felt running through his legs, was ready for a fight. He looked around expecting to see a damned hydra considering the day he's had so far. He looked around only to see a cat. He turned to Araile. "Is this some kind of shape shifter? Like an evil thing?" She didn't reply. She just sat, frozen in place with terror.

Darrken picked up the cat and held it to his face. "What are you? Are you an evil...thing come to kill her?" The cat looked at Darrken blankly. It then purred softly and licked his nose. "It's just a cat." Darrken said to Araile. She still sat frozen in horror. He sat the cat down and shooed it away. The cat meowed a few more times. When it realized it wasn't going to get any food it trotted away. "It's gone now." Darrken said, not questioning why she was terrified of a cat.

"Anyways, back to food." He said watching Araile relax a little. "About a few yards back I had a fire going with some fish. Somehow I didn't scarf them all down." With that he stood up and, feeling much better, led Araile to the clearing where the fire still smoldered. "Uh, ignore the dead armored guy." Darrken said, trying to kick him into the woods. They sat next to the pile of embers. There were still three uncooked fish sitting on a rock next to the fire. His strength having returned enough, Darrken turned his hand to iron and grabbed one of the fish. "Cooked or raw?" He asked Araile.

Of Monsters and Myth

@DarkStarLove90

Darrken was light headed. He assumed it was from his wounds, but now he wasn't so sure. Her words were like soft music to his ears. He had always kept to himself. The only interactions he had with others always involved fighting. The meal he shared with the troll and the best-man was the first non-violent interaction he ever had with anyone. Now this lovely woman was fawning over him. Darrken had though he went to the underworld and was being tended by a demoness. Darrken was half demon, so heavenly angles weren't really his cup of tea.

He watched and almost fainted as he watched her tear off the bottom of her dress and bend over him and bandage his head. "If there is anywhere you need to stop the bleeding immediately let me know." As those words left her lips, the demon side of him piped up quickly in his head. Darrken grinned. "I'm actually hurt pretty bad on my..." He stopped himself. Surely he shouldn't be so crass to someone so lovely and so kind. He turned to his eleven side for a voice a reason. It just shrugged. Whether due to his injuries, or that somewhere down deep he had a little bit of decency in him, he decided not be be a total pig. "...head. It's just the side of my head that's hurt bad. The bandage should help me out." He said sheepishly.

Araile got done bandaging his head and stood up. "Thank you kindly." Darrken said to her, already beginning to feel a little of his strength return. "I can't thank you enough. You've done plenty and if you have somewhere to be, I'll be fine here. Else..." He started cocking his eyebrow up. "you are welcome to stay here if you'd like some company. I've never met a shape shifter before. I could regale you with tales of my daring deeds." He laughed despite himself.

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@DarkStarLove90

Darrken's jaw dropped to the ground. The shift in his brain from preparing to die switching to preparing to be suave almost made his head explode. The words she said to him floated through his brain and tumbled out his ears. He had heard what she said, but he brain was busy processing the fact that this vision of a woman had come from that of a dragon. "I, uh, well, I'm, uh." He stammered slowly getting to his feet. He attempted to brush the dirt and dried blood off of him. He only wore comfortable gi pants and he was toned, but natural male instinct made him suck in his stomach and puff out his chest.

He slicked back his hair and smiled. "Hey. I'm doing good. Just a little fight back there with like, five ogres. Big ugly nasty things." Darrken tried to spread his arms to show the height, but winced in pain. "But, no, no, I'm good." He said through clenched teeth. Then suddenly the weight of trying to act too macho must have got to him. That, or perhaps the lack of blood flow to his brain from all his strutting around. Because he fell back against the tree and slid down until he hit the ground. His legs had about given out.

"Maybe just a tiny bit of help." He chuckled.

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@DarkStarLove90

Darrken fell against a tree and slid down until he was resting against it. Blood slowly trickled from his head. His arms felt lifeless. Even though he was only half demon, holy objects still packed a wallop on him. He slowly cocked his head back and allowed his eyes to close. It wouldn't take too long for him to heal. About an hour to fully recover. He was still in such disbelief some misfit band of creatures banded together to come out here on who knows what type of adventure.

As Darrken smiled to himself, he heard a great flapping of wings and a small "THUD" as something landed near him. He chuckled nervously as he opened his eyes to see, a fucking dragon. His eyes popped open with surprise. "You have got to be kidding." He murmured to himself. It was facing him and drinking from the stream that was near by. "I can't handle a dragon right now." Darrken thought to himself. Though, honestly, Darrken couldn't probably handle a dragon, ever. It hadn't seen him yet, but it was just a matter of time. He had to get out of there.

Darrken painfully lifted himself up and started to hobble away as quietly as he could, when a root caught his foot. He went tumbling down. He coughed some leaves out of his mouth as he slowly stood up and faced the dragon. It had stopped drinking and was staring right at him. "Hello there fella." Darrken wheezed slowly backing up. "My, you're sure looking....strong today. It is such a beautiful day. You're probably just here to get a drink and enjoy the sunshine and you probably want to be left alone. So here I go, to leave you in peace." With that he backed right into a tree and fell down.

He propped himself back and leaded against the tree. "Well, shit." He huffed preparing for the worst.

Red Dead Redemption - Outlaws Till The End

Name: Buck Stapleton

Age: 27

Gender: M

Height: 5ft 8in

Weight: 185 lbs

Appearance:

Classification: Bounty Hunter

Equipment: Colt .45 single action
Winchester Repeater
Hunting knife

Horse: American Standard

Bio: Buck grew up on a ranch. He was raised as a normal kid and taught everything you need to know to run a ranch: Breaking horses, building fences, how to shoot a gun, etc. When he was 18 an unfortunate brush fire destroyed the ranch and his family. Not knowing where to go he became a bounty hunter just to have a means to make money. Buck ended up being one of the best bounty hunters in the state.
He is known for being fairly ruthless and rarely ever brings in his bounties alive. He is also known to have a great weakness for alcohol.

Pollice Verso ~ Glory of the Arena

They had broken through their defenses easily. The Dracs were known for their technology and these invaders wiped out most of their fleet within an hour of fighting. The invader ship began to land and waves of them poured of their ship ready for battle. The Dracs readied their defense on the planet. "For the home world!" A Drac shouted. Fire erupted from their rifles. A wave of the invaders fell. A cheer rose up from the Dracs. Then silence. Wave after wave of the invaders poured from their ships and more ships were landing constantly

Osis fired his rifle. Head shot after head shot taking down one invader after another. No matter how fast he shot though, he couldn't break their numbers fast enough. Soon a whole group was upon him. He threw down his rifle and unhooked his spear from the back of his armor. He let out a guttural scream and stabbed one after the other. They fell in record numbers. He had slain twenty when one ran from the side, knocking the spear from Osis' hands. Osis growled and stabbed his claws into the invader's throat. Then took out another. Then another, Seven, eight, ten he took out with his bare hands. There were too many of them. They soon overwhelmed him. Osis' vision drifted to blackness.

He awoke with a start. He was sitting on a hard metal surface. His hands were bound together. He began to panic. He went to stand up, but the vehicle lurched to a stop and sent him to the floor. He shielded his eyes as a door opened and harsh light filled the metal container he was in. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw he was not alone. Many other creatures shared the small metal container with him. As he looked out beyond the new door he saw one of them. One of the invaders. He yelled and rushed forward to attack. As he left the metal container, another of the invaders to the side of the container struck him in the head. The invader leveled his rifle at Osis and motioned for him to get walking.

As Osis stood and began walking down the ramp the very sky opened above him. Thousand of the invaders were yelling and chanting far above him. He was in some sort of arena. Osis quickly reasoned he was in some sort of public execution of some sort. He began to formulate a plan to escape when a voice seemed to surround him: "Osis Mandium the Drac, you are now part of the Lepus Ludus, please go to right at the end of the tunnel and enjoy your stay at Venationes." Despite his confusion, Osis obeyed. He would figure out something. He always did.

As he was trying to come up with a plan he suddenly looked up at a wall. "What the?" He began as the floor dropped out from underneath him. He fell, uninjured to the ground, his cuffs coming off in the process. He quickly looked around. He saw a weapons rack and a few creatures. He ran right for the weapons rack. Before he could grab anything the voice came back: "Greetings, Gladiator. Please select your weapon or weapons from the rack in front of you. When finished,please take your place on one of the platforms presented before you and wait for your teammates to enter. Once all teammates enter, the platforms will be raised, anybody who fails to go up with the platforms will vaporize along with any unrecognized material within this room. This message will be played on repeat for every new arrival, Thank you!"

Osis had seen what these invaders were capable of and decided not to press his luck. He would comply and once he was in the arena he would make his escape. Surely that would work. Osis looked at the weapons rack and selected an odd looking spear. It was light and sturdy. It had four barbed points that protruded like a square at the end with a medium length of chain connected to the middle. Luckily the invaders had left his Draconian armor on. It wasn't incredibly strong, but offered a little protection. He secured the spear to his back and picked up a long rifle looking object. He looked down the scope and went to fire a few shots, but nothing happened. "Probably won't work until I'm topside." Osis though walking towards the platform.

S.U.P.E.D.

The rain fell like daggers from the night sky. The mercury was falling as the neon from the bar sign reflected from Jin's eyes. The sign was old and uncared for, much like the bar. The only letters that lit up were the "O" and the "EN". The door to the Rusty Bucket lay falling off it's hinges. A clever metaphor for the city, and for Jin. He had come here because the bar was supposedly home to the seediest criminals and wastes of life this city had to offer. Jin had an arrogant streak a mile long. About as long as the road that lead him here.

Jin looked around. There was no one in sight. There was a crackle of energy in the car and he disappeared. In the blink of en eye he was standing in front of the rickety old door. Like a scene from an old western movie, as soon as Jin walked in the bar the music stopped. He did appear very out of place. Here he was, and affluent young man. With well kept hair and suit walking into this den of debauchery. Everyone stopped to look at this stranger. Either he was very brave, or very stupid.

Jin surveyed the bar, taking note of everything possible. He sauntered up to the bar and rapped on the bar top. "Bourbon, Scotch and Whiskey!" The bartender, a haggard old man who seemed more at home killing cops then serving drinks, approached Jin. "We don't take kindly to..." Before he could even finish, Jin threw a hundred dollar bill on the bar. He looked straight into the bartender's eyes: "Keep 'em coming."

As Jin downed his three shots and the bartender poured some more, a gruff looking group of men swaggered over to him. The leader of the group appeared to have been present during a demolition project. Because he was missing several teeth and was caked in a layer of dust thicker than his accent. "Mr. Fancy pants don't belong here." the man said flipping up Jin's collar and laughing a dry smoker's laugh. "Mr. Fancy thinks he can come in here and just run the place 'cause he got money. Is that right boys?" The whole bar erupted in a yell. Jin smiled as he finished his last shot.

The man turned his back on Jin and began to whisper to his fellow cohort. The man stopped midway and turned and threw a surprise hay maker at Jin. While putting down his shot, Jin caught the man's fist in his hand. Jin then wrenched his arm causing the man to move closer to Jin. "Thank you." Jin whispered, taking one finger and burying it deep in the man's eye.

The man fell back clutching his eye. "Kill him! Kill him!" The man bellowed. Suddenly the bar erupted and everyone came at Jin. "Keep the drinks coming!" Jin yelled to the bartender before going to work. Jin then proceeded to teleport either in front of or behind each person in the bar. He straight up cold-cocked everyone until he reached the pool tables. He grabbed a pool stick and spun it around his head and drew it back like a sword.

He then made short work of the rest of the bar. As the last man fell Jin sauntered up back to the bar, where the new shots sat waiting. Jin downed all the three and called for some more when his phone sprung to life. He pressed the bud in his ear: "Go!" Was all he said. a voice from the other end came on and spewed coordinates and a price. "I'm there." Jin replied, finishing the last shot.

A crackle of energy and Jin was gone. He appeared at his underground bunker. Accessible only through teleportation. It was fairly small and bare. There was a small bust that his armor and roningasa rested on. In the other corner was a computer with access to his father's weapon's company network next to which his katana rested. He donned the armor, put on the roningasa on and secured his katana on his hip. With another crackle of energy he was gone.

Jin appeared on the edge of the docks. He gazed up on a giant robot standing before him. "Ah, Ronin. You've finally made it." A voice bellowed from the robot. "You're probably wondering who I am and..." Before the voice could finish it's thought, Jin teleported onto the robot's shoulders. With one touch he sent the torso of the robot out in the middle of the sea, leaving the rest of it's body to crumble on itself. Jin teleported away just as the robot erupted into an inferno.

Jin pushed a button on his ear bud: "Done." He said as he headed back home.

Red Dead Redemption - Outlaws Till The End

Interested. Ill post up a CS tomorrow

Of Monsters and Myth

I'd say you're welcome still.