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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:11 am
"I'll go." She'd rather meet whatever played a role with her decisions. Besides, it be foolish to wait empty handed on the promise of a stranger. The she must admit, this situation was far less pressuring than others she had met. Perhaps this one had never seen undead before, whereas the strangers previous to him had. That fact alone changed many facets of an encounter.
The female kitsusagi jolted from her spot after such long period of pause. Distance was maintained as she moved to be in sight of each other. A sense of security on both behalves. "Lead the way."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:53 am
If he had known she were undead, things would have turned out a lot differently. Rather than willingly trying to help her find wizards, he would've drawn his sword way before hand. They probably would be immersed in a battle right about now. But Sigurd had only read about the undead or heard tales of them. He never actually saw one in the flesh before. The pictures he saw of the undead weren't like this at all, they were fleshless and brainless. The only undead he heard of who was unlike that would be Brahms, the Lord of the Undead.
His legs sprinted off as he made way towards his home. Those long, floppy ears were held back against the side of his head for the least wind resistance. "It should be just up ahead," He called out to her.
If Lenneth were home, trouble was sure to brew.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 3:48 pm
Ah, the rotting undead. Thank god above she had been discovered before hitting that stage. If so, she would never have bothered continuing in this form of survival. But then again, that wasn't really her choice to begin with.
Her own form lounged as Setsu made to keep up with the other. That speedy exit hadn't been expected, though she was still near enough not to lose track of the other. Up ahead, he had said? Legs pumped to keep up in this odd, quadrapedal jogging. Finally, some fruitful information would be discovered. At that's at least all Setsu could look forward to. Even so, her eyes trailed the form of the other ahead of her. Alertness was not something to forsake, even now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:42 pm
"That one up ahead is the one," He briefly pointed out as he continued on his way. Standing outside he could see his mother on all four of her paws with wings tucked at her sides. This could make things easier, he thought to himself. It just meant she wouldn't have to step inside or wait outside while he asked her about the wizard families. "The one standing there is my mother, she should know who to point you towards," he nodded lightly as he slowed down a little. "If not, Akari should. She should be inside the house."
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 5:01 pm
Pale ears slicked forward to his directions. It had been that near, and she would have otherwise missed it? Her own pace slowed behind the other until she was padding at a normal walk. "Family then?" A mother, winged and graced with the same weapon and chinklets as this male. And Akari, whoever that may be, dwelled inside with more possible information? Setsu gave heavy and slow steps, lingering off to the side from the guide. Scale tails swept muddy behind her, waiting for a signal of sorts on what next may happen. Two bodies with weapons was not something she strutted towards quite calmly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 7:21 pm
Emerald eyes sharply gazed in the direction of both her son and the new kitsu following closely. Her muzzle didn't prove her wrong. The stench of undead reaked from miles away. No matter what she looked like, Lenneth could tell she was undead. The hatred harbored towards those who were not among the living still carried on within this world. There needn't more a reason to assult them than what they've done. They were all the same.
"Sigurd," She called out sternly, "Step away from her." Her left paw reached to her side, drawing out the sharp pointed sword from its sheath. Large white wings unfurled from their sides as her grip tightened around her sword.
"What business do you have here, foul one?" Her voice rang out demandingly. She would not tolerate any sort of undead near her home, not especially next to her son. Her floating figure itself was intimidating enough to most. If not, a floating figure clad in full armor with a sword in hand would surely scare most, if not all.
Confused eyes gazed between his mother and the female figure close to his side. He still didn't quite understand she was the undead. He lacked the experience fighting them, and had only practiced his swordsmanship with what few trouble makers lurked around. Sigurd didn't know the stench of the undead as his mother did.
"Mother?" He called out in the confusion. "She is in need of aid, why do you draw your sword?" Never had he seen her act this way. He knew she wouldn't draw her sword unless for good reason, but he didn't see it as of right now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:02 pm
Stench? Well, guess it became less noticable the more time you spent living it. Setsu stared blankly and unmoved to the other female's cold glare. Oh, so she was familiar with her condition. Unless...she treated all guests this way? She remained still while the other spoke, one ear flicking off to the side. Sigurd? So that was the name of this son?
Only when the sword was unseathed and it's blade shimmering threateningly did Setsu bother a frown. Her own tails whipped out to mirror the spread wings, a stance for intimidation. "Business? That depends on you." An empty smirk and stern glance was tossed to the silver haired male. So, this wasn't a plot devised by him. He sincerely didn't know. And here she was beginning to suspect he had baited her in. Her face fell back to it's bored gaze, turning once more to the mother. "All I need is information, and I'll be on my way." Paws swept out in the lame gesture of no arms of threat. But how far would that go to one with such a mindset?
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:17 pm
If she cared about her need of aid, would she be in the middle of the air with her sword drawn? No, of course not. There were things she cared passionately about and things she didn't. When it came to the undead, she often spoke in a serious tone and had a gaze full of hatred within. "What plans would the undead have here in my household? Your kind is not wanted here. Leave now before I slay you." Her tone serious and demanding. She was not joking about her toleration of the undead here.
"Undead?" His gaze turned between his mother and the horned female. He would not doubt his mother's judgement given her experience...but this one didn't seem like she had malicious intentions. There was no way she was undead, right?
"You are one of the undead?" A betrayed and painful look drew upon his face. He had to ask to be certain. He wouldn't want to draw swords against those who don't deserve it. He was still too naive to believe his mother entirely. But he also felt indecisive. Could he draw his blade against a female, even if she were undead?
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:33 pm
Boots slid back as Setsu took in this situation. Not the best of circumstances here, but what else was she to expect? If capable, she'd actually be grinning to this turn of events. There was no point of casual chatter here, a nice change from all other encounters. Still, weapons had never been drawn either. "Do not force my blade from its slumber." Her head dropped to a shaded glare, feather swaying soundlessly. "If not from yourself, I will get the wizard's information from the one named Akari."
The only consideration she gave to the one named Sigurd was a twitch of her ear. Risking a distraction now would be stupid. The hesitation in his voice was of no use to her, and she forced herself at an angle. Should either feel the need to attack, then her back was safe. "Would you rather I lie to you?" Voice spoke to the boy though eyes stayed trained on the female, ears pinned back sharply. Her front paws clenched, ready for a moment's adjustment should it be needed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:51 pm
She could only jump so high, she was at a safe enough distance that she would afford a minor distraction. Akari was part of the small bond of people she trusted and cared for. No undead would lay their hands on that gentle soul. "Sigurd, get inside. This one will be quick." Her whole body demanded it from her son. She would deliver swift judgement upon this one. Her skills are not rusty enough to sink down to her son's level. She could handle this herself well enough.
Plus, she knew the dillema he was going through. She was not ignorant enough to not know her son's intentions and morals. Even if he decided to draw swords upon her, he would still find it unfair to gang up on an enemy two against one. To Lenneth, she would rather use numbers than show mercy to the undead.
His eyes lit with fury as her intentions came to surface. It mattered not what she wanted anymore. All the prejudice his mother taught him came to surface. But as she commanded, he ran inside, shutting the door behind him. If he should see her alive again, he would be sure to finish her off himself.
"You do not deserve even an ounce of her kindness. Draw your blade if you must, it will only prove futile in the end." She ended while diving towards Setsu with the blade held at the side. Pointing the tip towards her would be just plain stupid. It would leave too many holes in her defense.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:12 pm
Red and indigo eyes blinked, watching silently as the male departed. Mother's follower through and through, it seemed. No matter. This leveled the playing field to a balanced favor. Before Setsu had time to speak, the winged kitsu was upon her. Indigo hair slapped at her face with how quickly she had to react, pulling to the side of the diving attack. What happened in seconds felt like minutes to her mind and sight. This woman...she was fast. And agility was not her specialty.
Baring her teeth, Setsu twisted into a half spin. Scaled tails like heavy weights swung out forcefully to the direction of the other. Her blade was her second resort, should her body not prove up to standards. It was now that the kitsusagi took the time to adjust, hunching in her spin into an anthro stance. Right paw moved at the ready to her short katana, waiting to see the result of her lashed tails.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:21 pm
She took the hit, but swung with the hit rather than resisted it. That would take out most of the force behind it. Plus it helped to wear heavy armor. With her body swinging in the path of the hit added with her armor, it almost felt like nothing. But that would not stop her.
Quickly recovering from the hit, the range of her broad sword was far superior than that of Setsu's short sword. Touching the ground only briefly, she used that as a springboard to push her figure towards the undead figure again. Her wings propelled her forward while she took another swung.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:38 pm
Damn that armor. Setsu's face tightened as she took in that information. Her scales had hardly left a scratch on the metal, let alone damage the body underneath. The dark tails of her outfit swept at her feet as the spin ended, leaving her crouched and facing her opponent straight on. As the other sprang forward, Setsu darted ahead herself. The short katana screeched as it was released from its rest after so long, held horizontally across the female's front.
Once near enough the tip of the long sword, Setsu slid under. Her shining metal kissed and grazed along the underside of its rival relative, preventing it from hacking down and into the undead. The kitsu stopped dead mere inches from the hilt, glaring dully at the other female. "What spawns such hatred, I must ask." It was more a point to their waste of energy then a chance for conversation. "Classifications are only skin deep." Sword arm clenched and shook as she held back the weight of the blade and its owner before her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 9:56 pm
At least this undead carried brains and speed; something the usual type of undead lacked. But she did not so much as flinch when she saw the short blade held just inches from the hilt of her sword. The mere adrenelline from this fight was worth it. She had not met a worthy opponent once she stepped foot into this land. If she weren't undead, she might prove a worthy soldier for Odin up at Valhalla.
It didn't matter if this one had associate with Brahms or not, the mere fact that she was undead gave Lenneth reason enough. "Your kind has done nothing but wrong. Time and time again your kind proves itself to that stereotype." Even if her younger sister were not held captive by their lord, this was something that stemmed from her master, too. If Odin wished it so, so be it.
She swifly brought up an armored knee towards Setsu. With such a close range, she would either have to jump back, leaving her defenseless for a few seconds or take the blunt hit. Either option would give enough time for the Valkyrie to take another chance at taking that head off between its shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:14 pm
Setsu understood. Despite her annoyance of this repetition and agression, she understood the reasons. Her one lands were plagued with undead. The only reason she was spared was that her allie....her dear friend, had blessed her with free will. But even with that blessing, it was no solid excuse to drop her blade. Not to deaf ears.
"If I stand corrected, you're the one who attacked me." She wouldn't waste time explaining herself, or apologizing for her vessel of a body. This kitsusagi before her had a bloodlust, and she'd either satisfy it or starve her. At this point and time, Setsu had no plans of losing. Not to this extremity. Vacant eyes widened when she felt the blow to her center. Damn. In the very least, there was no air to escape her form, nor worry about gasping back. Crippled bby the action, one tail lashed outto slap between herself and the sword, attempting to form a coiled shield. Get up...get back!
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