Quite true, @Letter Bee - it adds to the shades of varied moralities.
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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It comes across as that?
And, my view is that Ioannes is actually helping The Red by clearing the space of potential fleshy obstacles...
Collateral damage, if they get caught in the exchange; more or less expendable. Short of that, they should have been largely dispersed, but who knows in chaos?
I do sort of take a strange enjoyment and amusement that Ioannes is helping us get killed by focusing on the civilians rather than the hostile forces.
Oh you good guys.
Oh you good guys.
There was not a moment of hesitation in the clawing strike - "The Red", as he so called himself, not unfamiliar to the wiles and tricks of his demonic foes - as it immediately slashed through the veil between worlds in a flash of cobalt blue; an audible crack of energy struck the air as the enchanted claws, aligned by sheer spiritual energy - or one's Incarnum - vanquished the portal, severing its link. The savage blow leaving dusky wisps of the portal's premature energy fading weakly like a parting fog before the rays of an oncoming noon sun.
This was not going to be an easy ordeal for Zargon... not like times before. Everything he was, was at much at stake as the mortal enemies he found himself facing. A demon, as with an angelic being, was a creature of pure essence - its body and soul one effective continuous thing unlike men who only shared between form and spirit as separate vessels until their bodily death.
"The Red" could physically rend the soul of his favored prey.
Momentum redirecting, carrying himself up and across the side of the wall briefly as the demonic figure melted away, the great tiger took back to the cobblestone and dirt that was the ground below. As quickly as he had assumed his bestial form, he dismissed it, rising from the ground before the demonic presence and leveling himself in a readied stance.
"You should recognize me, fiend. I have cast many of your brothers back to your dark pit, forever torn asunder by the work of my fangs."
"The Red" taunted, proving to adjust his hood with one dense palm - adjusting the ferocious maw cresting his long, wild golden hair. Anticipating that the wicked and deadly force before him might move rapidly again, the spring of the savage's feet was impressive; every fiber of his being prepared now to move, be it to press the attack or act with immediate evasion. If he continued the pressure, forcing the demon to react rather than act, the battle was already over; attrition would bleed him dry of his powers and his compounding wounds - literal strikes to his soul - would fell him.
But there was a ways to go before such a turn of events, and this "The Red" knew well.
"Why not make your demise swift and cease your attempts to flee?" His deep, fierce tone growled, tearing at the evil being's pride more.
@ArenaSnow@Jon Y@Letter Bee
This was not going to be an easy ordeal for Zargon... not like times before. Everything he was, was at much at stake as the mortal enemies he found himself facing. A demon, as with an angelic being, was a creature of pure essence - its body and soul one effective continuous thing unlike men who only shared between form and spirit as separate vessels until their bodily death.
"The Red" could physically rend the soul of his favored prey.
Momentum redirecting, carrying himself up and across the side of the wall briefly as the demonic figure melted away, the great tiger took back to the cobblestone and dirt that was the ground below. As quickly as he had assumed his bestial form, he dismissed it, rising from the ground before the demonic presence and leveling himself in a readied stance.
"You should recognize me, fiend. I have cast many of your brothers back to your dark pit, forever torn asunder by the work of my fangs."
"The Red" taunted, proving to adjust his hood with one dense palm - adjusting the ferocious maw cresting his long, wild golden hair. Anticipating that the wicked and deadly force before him might move rapidly again, the spring of the savage's feet was impressive; every fiber of his being prepared now to move, be it to press the attack or act with immediate evasion. If he continued the pressure, forcing the demon to react rather than act, the battle was already over; attrition would bleed him dry of his powers and his compounding wounds - literal strikes to his soul - would fell him.
But there was a ways to go before such a turn of events, and this "The Red" knew well.
"Why not make your demise swift and cease your attempts to flee?" His deep, fierce tone growled, tearing at the evil being's pride more.
@ArenaSnow@Jon Y@Letter Bee
I have to wonder if anyone else intends to issue their reply.
There was no doubt to the sound of the sort of panic that was erupting among the gathering of townsfolk and guardsmen; most were ill prepared for the shock and horror they witnessed, just as they were when the demonic forces struck initially. It was the sort of chaos that evil thrived on, that where terror and panic were the only emotions the majority welled with - not even anger or spite.
The swarms of shadowy bats swooping wildly individually or even in clusters set their teeth upon whatever was in reach.
"If I've earned even an ounce of your trust, of your confidence, please stand with me in defense of this world. I will need a small group with me to fend off this monster and aid any injured. The rest of you, hurry now! Get up that mountain and retrieve that stone!"
"The Red" looked to Genevieve, as ever distrustful of her as she undoubtedly withheld information he believed of value. Hesitating no further than this, the savage turned to at last take in the breadth of scope of the situation with all of its lingering madness; he knew well that his prey was here, and all that he needed was to land but one essentia enchanted strike to tear at the demon's flesh and spirit violently at once.
Before he could so much as seek out his best approach to the enemy, the man with the rifle - Ioannes - fired a cracking shot, causing the air to cloud with dusky smoke from the exploding powder. Without warning, so too did he unsheathe his blade and charge headlong into battle, other flintlock in hand; firing once more into the bats, it led to any number of results as the projectile over-penetrated their small form and would certainly continue on past them. Ioannes cried out his intentions to strike at the heart of the problem - the demon itself, by himself. Noble as the attack was, it undoubtedly was suicidal alone.
It was now the primalist honed in upon but a single man standing before the Lord Marshal's corpse, who took no sense of danger among the chaos of the bats; he loomed over the fallen man, smiling with a sadistic pleasure.
"Send no more with us - this demon has already made his final error." The savage proved to crouch and spring forward with palms outstretched, instantaneously changing forms and landing upon four leviathan paws with running start; the cobblestone emitting a dense thud from having the weight of such an enormous beast upon it.
Its fearsome green eyes shone with the same wrath "The Red" carried with him as a man and its natural weapons - both claw and fang - bristled with supernatural endowment drawn from within. This bestial form of the wildman, shrugging aside fleeing commoners in its charge and bowling them over as they ran blindly into its enormous form without slowing, it likewise turned aside the bats that erratically launched their attacks; their jaws unable to do more than leave negligible injury upon his dense pelt.
At last the guardsmen, having rallied under Ionathan's command in the wake of the loss of their leader, quickly drew the ire of the shadowborne demonic minions, having banded together around him and begun clashing shields and spears together. The swarm in large broke off, assaulting them as haphazardly as any other while the man-turned-beast rushed by them both in a blur of fur and fury.
Each thundering paw drawing him closer, fanged maw wide in menace and drawing in air, he soon overcame Ioannes, turning at an angle and driving toward the demon from another approach; two attackers upon him at once, one a young man with sword bore true in its arc, another a gargantuan tiger with mystic claws set to rend body and soul.
@Jon Y@Letter Bee@IcePezz@ArenaSnow
The swarms of shadowy bats swooping wildly individually or even in clusters set their teeth upon whatever was in reach.
"If I've earned even an ounce of your trust, of your confidence, please stand with me in defense of this world. I will need a small group with me to fend off this monster and aid any injured. The rest of you, hurry now! Get up that mountain and retrieve that stone!"
"The Red" looked to Genevieve, as ever distrustful of her as she undoubtedly withheld information he believed of value. Hesitating no further than this, the savage turned to at last take in the breadth of scope of the situation with all of its lingering madness; he knew well that his prey was here, and all that he needed was to land but one essentia enchanted strike to tear at the demon's flesh and spirit violently at once.
Before he could so much as seek out his best approach to the enemy, the man with the rifle - Ioannes - fired a cracking shot, causing the air to cloud with dusky smoke from the exploding powder. Without warning, so too did he unsheathe his blade and charge headlong into battle, other flintlock in hand; firing once more into the bats, it led to any number of results as the projectile over-penetrated their small form and would certainly continue on past them. Ioannes cried out his intentions to strike at the heart of the problem - the demon itself, by himself. Noble as the attack was, it undoubtedly was suicidal alone.
It was now the primalist honed in upon but a single man standing before the Lord Marshal's corpse, who took no sense of danger among the chaos of the bats; he loomed over the fallen man, smiling with a sadistic pleasure.
"Send no more with us - this demon has already made his final error." The savage proved to crouch and spring forward with palms outstretched, instantaneously changing forms and landing upon four leviathan paws with running start; the cobblestone emitting a dense thud from having the weight of such an enormous beast upon it.
Its fearsome green eyes shone with the same wrath "The Red" carried with him as a man and its natural weapons - both claw and fang - bristled with supernatural endowment drawn from within. This bestial form of the wildman, shrugging aside fleeing commoners in its charge and bowling them over as they ran blindly into its enormous form without slowing, it likewise turned aside the bats that erratically launched their attacks; their jaws unable to do more than leave negligible injury upon his dense pelt.
At last the guardsmen, having rallied under Ionathan's command in the wake of the loss of their leader, quickly drew the ire of the shadowborne demonic minions, having banded together around him and begun clashing shields and spears together. The swarm in large broke off, assaulting them as haphazardly as any other while the man-turned-beast rushed by them both in a blur of fur and fury.
Each thundering paw drawing him closer, fanged maw wide in menace and drawing in air, he soon overcame Ioannes, turning at an angle and driving toward the demon from another approach; two attackers upon him at once, one a young man with sword bore true in its arc, another a gargantuan tiger with mystic claws set to rend body and soul.
@Jon Y@Letter Bee@IcePezz@ArenaSnow
I will issue my reply in the morning.
Ioannes appears to be our group's Leeroy Jenkins.
The Red of course cares not for the Lord Marshal, but the real question is, is if Zargon did this somewhere noticable or not; the post is not exactly clear where anything is, as it sounds like that is a great deal away from the tavern most are at.
Doesn't help either that he could not care what becomes of the town much.
This said, it depends entirely on what the split will be, if at all; I can swing it either way, although I admit I will not be twiddling my thumbs this time around if it comes to waiting in responses.
Edit: The most recent post went up in between writing this. Point still stands that it all hinges on who is and who is not going and if Zargon is actually here.
Doesn't help either that he could not care what becomes of the town much.
This said, it depends entirely on what the split will be, if at all; I can swing it either way, although I admit I will not be twiddling my thumbs this time around if it comes to waiting in responses.
Edit: The most recent post went up in between writing this. Point still stands that it all hinges on who is and who is not going and if Zargon is actually here.
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I thought you might want to respond to Red objecting to Robert speaking for him.
I do not think there is much more that needs to be said about The Red's feelings regarding Robert or Siegfried. It is fairly well established he holds a loathing for them - Isabeau he tolerates just because she is oriented against the demons for the sake of being rid of them.
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