Othello smiled softly, "I'm sorry...Delmon. I mean no disrespect. I tend to tack on little titles with everyone. You should hear what I have to say when addressing my own Father." he shook his head. Moving to the side to let the other male down as he stepped on the ground floor.
He looked towards the kitchen, "Oh come now...my little Ulrick's cooking is actually quite good for his Tribe. According to his elder brother, my little Ulrick was one of their best cooks due to his reading skills."
He took a step towards said kitchen, "Join us for breakfast as least...we don't want my little Ulrick to get a hissy fit this early in the morning do we?"
-*-*-*-*-*-
Ulrick heard voice and turned his head, devoid of horns towards the noise. Maybe it was just Delmon and he could help him before Othello got there. The damn old man would only get pissy with his condition...Ulrick figured from his bodies responses he got sick and passed out at some point last night. If only he could remember what happened...
Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 7:40 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon smirked a bit. "I can imagine a few thingsssss but none of them of them are even pg-13 at mimum." He said with a smirk. he looked at him and rubbed his temples. He looked at him. "Are you deaf? I never sssssaid hisssss cooking wassss bad. I enjoy it! Gah!" he muttered druidic curses and followed him. He rolled his eyes a bit as he listened. "Let him. I don't wisssssh to ssssstay. It isssssss none of your concern why." He muttered.
Othello nodded, "All right...as you wish. I'll let him know that you said farewell at least---" the Pegasus heard a noise.
Ulrick made to move as his mind clicked that Othello was outside the door. A sharp sound of claws against granite followed by a pained hiss was what cut off Othello's words. A heart lurching sound of a body hitting the floor was what drove the elder immortal through the doorway with a startled, "Ulrick!!!"
The naga looked up, he was laying on his side, all 20feet of him limp and uncoiled around the kitchen. Othello drew back as he looked at the tail. The Pegasus made no move to hold the human portion of the naga as he bent down to look at the scales. They were the color of dark dried blood, normally Ulrick's scales were as red a fresh pulsing blood. A morbid fact the Pegasus heard Silly's Mother point out in fascination. The Pegasus slowly looked back to Ulrick, the naga lowered his gaze to the floor as he felt like a kid about to get put in time-out.
"Ulrick..." Othello dropped his little pet title, Ulrick knew he was so screwed even in his half-dazed mind, "How long has it been since you last shifted?"
Yup, Ulrick was screwed. The naga hadn't shifted in over five months since his little slip up yesterday. Which lead to Delmon getting mad at him. Ulrick didn't look up...
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 2:46 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon hissed a bit. "Guilt tripping old fart." He said unhappily. Eyes widened and he rushed after them. Hovering in the doorway then rushed past and shoved Othello out the way. He knelt down and began chanting in druidic. His hands taking on a healing glow.
What happened to that post i was suppose to wake up to? T^T
Professor Ulrick Greaves
Othellion Skyrisen
Othello wasn't phased by the push, but he did cross his arms as he leveled a stare to the squirming Naga. Ulrick relaxed into Delmon's arms as the Pegasus sighed, "Delmon, while that is helpful. He's sick...he himself has to fight this fever he now has. Any healing magic at this point is merely getting eaten by flame magic. Ulrick...how many times a week do you shift?"
Ulrick was silent. Othello turned his attention to Delmon, "Delmon...same question: how many times a week does Ulrick shift?"
Ulrick muttered, "You don't have to answer that one, Del."
Othello blinked, "Delmon, how many times a month does Ulrick shift?"
Ulrick gripped the other male's bare forearm, "You don't have to answer that, Del!"
Othello rubbed his temples, "Oh Heaven's give me strength....Delmon, how many times a year does Ulrick shift?"
Ulrick nearly rose as he fixed Delmon with a pleading look, "Please, don't answer that one, Del!!!"
Othello threw up his hands before he started to pace, "Ulrick Nagini Greaves!!! You do realize that on average you have to shift, in a sparring match of some sort at least THREE times a week. And that's just the bare minimum!!!! Three times is if its inconvenient for you to shift!!!! You should be shifting into your natural form at least FIVE times for your flames to learn who to harm and who not too! What the HELL were you thinking?!? No, don't answer that...you'll give me some bullshit answer that: you didn't want the predator to harm a student...well guess what. You just screwed them all, with your reluctance! I can't believe you would do something so ******** stupid!!!! If this is about you kiling, Mylew just ******** stop killing yourself over it! You know damn well, Ulrick...." Othello stopped seeing Ulrick actually crying silently. The Pegasus' tone softened, "I'm only harsh because I'm tired of watching you punish yourself for something you had no control over. You need to hear it from someone besides me...those sort of demons kill a person far too slowly. Death won't take one who torments themselves. Until you lean on others...I wash my hands of your self-loathing. I'm tired of watching you slowly kill yourself..."
He looked at Delmon, "Ulrick's horns are proof of a Bloodline Gift referred to as the Fire Herald. It gives him advance control over Fire Magic and the element itself. Sadly, this gift has a drawback...all those of Ulrick's Blood who bare these horns must shift at least five times a week. They must fight with their horns present and they must at least once a month shed their snake skin. During the shedding period they are highly vulnerable...ask Ulrick why he doesn't shift...I have to prepare for the day. I'll eat when I'm done."
With that the Pegasus left...Ulrick lowered his head. Ready to tell Delmon whatever the other wanted to know....
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 12:51 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon's eye twitched and he listened. He looked at him. Narrowing his eyes at the man. His predator wanted to attack this man who hated him so much. He actually agreed to a point with the cursed bloodlmagic predator...to an extent. Listening to them.Mylew? Had Ulrick mentioned that person before? He couldn't remember and honestly didn't care. He listened to them and twitched now and then. Looking at Othello.
"Well then Quintin can fight with him. That damn monkey king reincarnate be just the fellow and someone who can be trusted. he fights the true fight not like most of those in the arena nowadays. Though if weapons are brought into it he has no issues using the Monkey King Staff for more than just symbology. I will arrange it." He stated volunteering Quintin without asking.
Tension filled as Othello spoke. Eye twitching as his lisp escaped and eyes slightly snake like/ "Can I kill him?" He stated rather bluntly. "And...are you ssssstupid?"
Ulrick sighed as he tried to sit up fully, 'Well at least he didn't ask...'
The naga hissed/winced at the throbbing pain in his head. He leaned back with a low growl. He had closed his eyes but opened one to give Delmon a look, "Pardon?"
Othello left a note for Zyar: I've gone out to meet with others pretaining to a celebration. Don't mind Ulrick, he won't hurt you and understands what you say. Even if he can't speak it himself. Feel free to bombard him.
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:37 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon shifted and slammed Ulrick into the ground. Glaring at him. "Ssssssince you want to act sssstupid and like a ******** moron I'm going to assssk it now. Who is Mylew?! AND ARE YOU TOO ******** SSSSSTUPID TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF?! DO YOU HAVE ******** DEATH WISH ULRICK?!" He demanded. His aggressive nature showing as he gripped the mans shoulders and shook him violently. "DO NOT EVER DO THIS AGAIN UNDERSTAND!!! YOU ARE MY FAMILY SO HOW DARE YOU ACT LIKE THIS!"
Ulrick hissed as tears silently fell, "I KILLED him!!! All right, Delmon!!! I ******** killed him!!!" the naga's shoulders slumped, "Growing up I was told my life was already set for me...I wouldn't have to do anything. I was fine with that...that was how the Tribe was. Your life partner was already decided based on your parents, not your heart. The Tribe knew what was best for its members. I was fine...until I started reading. Got a few ideas in my head and became...rebelious towards my parents and the path they set for me. That was okay, they told me I would eventually see that the Tribe knew what was best for me. I had known Mylew since I was a hatchling...he was one of my best friends. When my intended was announced, Mylew confessed to me that he had fallen for the male I was promised to. Being a Fire Herald meant that I was first and foremost the property of the Tribe Leader." Ulrick drew his coils closer around the two. His words spilling out now that he had someone to hear them...
"Or rather one of the future Leaders, the male who was going to have me was....Dobren. The b*****d hounded me for three years...I refused him every step of the way. I hated being thought of as a weapon...Mylew was a goof friend for all that I wasn't doing what I suppose to. He stayed near me...he stayed close. I fell in love with him long before he become a safe haven for me. Then..." Ulrick took a shuddering breath, bringing a section of his tail closer than the rest. He placed a hand on the faded jagged scar which was bearly seen, "Dobren had a large sword, his weapon of choice. He pinned my tail to the oasis floor when no one else was around. If you do that to a naga, we are paralyzed. I couldn't move...I couldn't scream..." Ulrick leaned forward as the tears fell in waves, "He raped me...and then said I would never escape him. A week passed, the wound was considered the mark of a won battle outside of the Tribe. I made up a story about a group of bandits. Made my Father proud of me for once..."
Ulrick pulled away from his tail, but not from whatever grip Delmon had on him. The naga's eyes grew dark, "Dobren set me off. He got too close and said my scent was still fresh. I barely remember fighting him...only that I took his right eye and when I went for a killing blow..." the male looked at his hands, "I had one hand through Mylew's chest...I felt his heart beat around my claws. I killed the man I was in love with...I killed him as he defended the one he loved. What the hell type of monster was I? I left...after that. I lost sight of myself...I don't really remember at least 100years of my life. I killed Mylew when I was 105years old...I was 205years when I realized I was living among dragons. But, I wasn't free...The Tribe has a Winter Homestead. Dobren was Secondary Leader...he found me among the Dragons. He...reminded me that we finalized the arrangment and I was his. I left the Dragons and wandered again....Erynion found me half dead. I let the Fire Herald in me caged too long. It was a fever worse than this...He saved me, then brought me here...to all of you."
Ulrick looked up at Delmon, "But...I'm still a monster, Delmon. the Fire Herald in me wants blood...everyones blood. I don't want to hurt or kill...I just...I dont' deserve anything." Ulrick sighed...
Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 1:25 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon stared at him. He held him down. Narrowing his eyes a bit. He tensed and narrowed his eyes. His eyes twitched. "Dammit...Imma ******** kill your intended. Then again...I'm not much better than him. Only difference is Ididn't stab you into the ground. Still...just as bad as him. I'll take him out..." He said with a cold tone.
Looking at him and backhanded him hard. "SHUT UP WITH THAT! YOU WANT TO END UP LIKE OTHELLO?! DO YOU?! THEN KEEP SAYING s**t LIKE THAT! KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS YOU WILL END UP LIKE OTHELLO!!!" He snapped. His eyes turned snake like. "YOU WILL FIGHT WITH QUINTIN! YOU WILL SHIFT MORE OFTEN! OR SO HELP ME ULRICK YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO WORRY AS I WILL KILL YOU! UNDERSTAND?! STOP DESTROYING YOURSELF!" He snapped
Ulrick held his cheek where Delmon backhanded him. The naga blinked, "What are you talking about, Delmon? I don't remember anything that happened last night...actually I think I nearly died last night if this freaking headache I have is any indication."
He flinched and held one side of his head leaning into the other male, "I hear you, I hear you...I'll shift. I'll fight Quintin. Just...please stop yelling. My head's pounding..."
Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 5:47 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon hissed angrily at him. "I am telling you that my predator raped you! It was in control and I just barely kept it from being violent or hurting you too much! My blood magic cursed bloodline of the basilisk king predator RAPED YOU! It was MY BODY even if it was not me! Do you understand?!" he demanded. Tears in his eyes. He listened to him. "Fine. Good. You are being held to your word." He said. Dammit...he had put it all together. Over time thinking of it. Everything said by this man and othello. The actions. Words. Everything. It clicked with the only reason why Ulrick didn't say no. He sighed a bit. "The healer will fix you." he muttered. "First get to bed."
Ulrick barely heard Delmon as he slipped into unconsciousness, the naga slumping against the youth. Seems like Delmon had to pick up a 20ft naga now...and get him back in bed too...sorry Delmon. Fate is not kind today...
Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:18 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Delmon huffed a bit. "Of course. This...this is just great." He said. He shoved his predator down and began using every last ounce of his healing birth magic. He pushed it into Ulrick to heal him. He would do this for hours nonstop. Even as he was passing out he pushed himself to keep healing.
Ulrick woke with Delmon drapped over a small part of the naga's tail. Ulrick felt his forehead and sighed, he still had a fever...that meant Isadore would need to look at him. He wondered why he wasn't worse off...did Delmon? No. Freaking. Way. Ulrick glared at the youth, "Delmon...did you heal me and not get Isadore?"
