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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:54 am
~depths of the forest~  (when loses control over his reality and fully succumbs to his ptsd...his mental revert lets loose the...part of him that used to mind f**k people about if that was a man or a breastless woman.) Konan's mind had done a total 180. Gone was the a*****e doctor from the present slash future. Back was a more playful and lethal man. Despite the limp the aura around him spoke delicacy with a hint of danger. The hint belied the true extent. He wored a kimono top and long pants. Swords at his side but more notably the fact the mans features were softer. Gentler and gave a strange delliusion of feminity.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:02 pm
  Othellion Skyrisen Professor Ulrick Greaves The figure seemed almost ghostly as wind currents moved the elaborate cloak surrounding a small frame. The figure beneath was hidden to all views and moved with barely a sound...they slowed to a stop before lifting their head a mere fraction. A displeased hum was the only sound one heard before the figure disappeared from view entirely.
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'Stop! Just stop please! Go back inside and I'll find you a suitable meal! Just leave the students out of your ******** game!' Ulrick screamed at the beast, the creature merely cilcked his fangs together before a dark chuckle issued forth, "Why not that little elf? He's weak...we would be doing the school a favor by ridding it of the weak..."
'NO!!! I SAID LEAVE---'
"If that is your way of thinking, then why not off yourself? As only a coward and a weakling preys on those who can't defend themselves. Isn't that apart of your Warrior Code, Monster?" a cold voice said from the sidelines. Both Predator and Ulrick froze at the icy tone and slowly turned to see---
"...Othellion..." the beast whimpered out as he moved to back up.
The small figure slowly stepped out of sheer nothingness into the light, the cloak undisturbed by the movements, "I see your still tormenting my little Ulrick...Monster"
"Its his fault...he keeps me locked up...he struggles with a love he can not have....he does it to himself!!!" the beast tried to reason.
Othellion moved silently in a semi-cricle around the beast, "He struggles on his own, with your influence. As if you don't remember why he is far from the warmth of the sands. You were the one who killed an innocent. The very heart that Ulrick wanted in the first place. What say you to that?"
"I don't answer to you!" the beast hissed darkly.
Othellion stopped and a mere slight breeze was the beasts only warning before he felt a hand stirke his back. Right where tail met spine. Going rigid he flinched when Othellion followed the strike with a heel to a nerve cluster right underneath the naga's groin. The beast's gold orbs rolled to the back of his head and Othellion quickly cast a levitating spell as the naga slumped forward.
Othellion blinked, "I hope I hit the right, nerve cluster. If not...then...oh well...I guess I just killed him...We'll know in a few hours when he wakes. Hopefully." Othellion looked around to see if anyone had happened upon the scene.
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:28 pm
~depths of the forest~ (when loses control over his reality and fully succumbs to his ptsd...his mental revert lets loose the...part of him that used to mind f**k people about if that was a man or a breastless woman.) Konan was in the fog...then it smoothed out. Minus drunk he was...him again. He barely acknowledged the odd pain in his leg. He moved quickly as he felt it...combat. The limp there yet he seemed to counterbalance for it. He moved and ran with the abilities he told himself he no longer had when he failed his beloved. The man was dead but his mind trying to conpencate for these surrounding mixed present with past. He never told the man he loved him and now he was dead. He ran and his sword flew forwards and intercepted the second technique. He wrapped and arm around the man and the best way to describe his movement is a Sephiroth flashstep. His sword floated and had formed into a solid replacement yet never cut Othellion. He panted yet ignored his pain. Pressure pointing the naga after he'd seen it all go down. The calculations were off and so he'd had to intervene. He stood there. There man drew his other weapon and pointed it at Othellion.
"Even....if...he is in the wrong miscalculations such as that would be the death of your comrade. As a Navy SEAL...I could not allow it even knowing all that went down. He is pressure point paralyzed yet you would have killed him. Who are you that you strike your own comrade with fatal blows?" he demanded. His sexy accent a mixture of a godlike slur mixed with legolis voice from LOTR. He'd knocked out the beast.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:38 pm
Othellion Skyrisen Professor Ulrick Greaves Othellion stood back a little, a pause was felt before he spoke, "As long as the Monster is subdued that is all that was required."
It seemed as if Othellion held no remorse for his miscalculation and was distanced from the entire ordeal. He looked at the out cold naga and then around at the Forest, "What is the place my little Ulrick has taken to as his new home? And why did he call me forth? Has something happened within his Tribe to chase young Truleny to his Uncle's coils...?" he muttered more to himself than anything he looked at the male before him, "Who are you to guard my little Ulrick as if he was kin?"
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:57 pm
~depths of the forest~ (when loses control over his reality and fully succumbs to his ptsd...his mental revert lets loose the...part of him that used to mind f**k people about if that was a man or a breastless woman.) Konan bristled at his words and lack of remorse. "You sicken me. I am made to do some shitty things but never would I have held no remorse if a miscalculation killed one of my comrades or men. The fact you can have no remorse for almost killing your friend makes me wonder whose side are you on...his...or the devils." He said sharply. Standing tall which he rarely did.
Pressing a hand to his head. "A school for boys. Hell if I know. I don't care to be honest." He stated bluntly. He frowned a bit and glared at him. "Who am I? It doesn't matter. I am but a man who does not exist. Kin? No. Never seen the man...wait...maybe I have. The other life. Where I further do not exist." He looked at him. "Either way with a comrade who doesn't care if his miscalculations kills one of his own somebody needs to intervene and guard."
He frowned and his eyes looked at the ground and the image of the male whose form was prone and dead. "He still has time to tell his feelings...mine...mine never can be. He died despite my trying to save him and my own injuries. I was too afraid to tell him...now it is too late. I can not allow you or anyone else to take the ability to tell that person...from him."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 4:21 pm
SwordOfTheDarkOnes Othellion Skyrisen Professor Ulrick Greaves Othellion tilted his head, "One who does not exist. Yet holds remorse and regret for a life they never led. An interesting paradox you are, young one. Though I have no time for paradox's at this moment, I have other matters to tend to---"
"Like ******** running away again..." the growled out reply from the so called "out cold" naga came forth. Ulrick stirred and rose, his now gray eyes focused bright on the small cloaked figure, "You almost missed, Othello." he looked at the male near him, "Thank you for the rescue."
"Your suppose to be out for a few hours, my little Ulrick." Othellion said bluntly.
Ulrick let his shoulder slump as he sat on his coils. One could see the tip of his tail disappear underneath him as he coiled for a better sitting position, "Your an idiot, old man. That knock out only lasts mere minutes. The nerve cluster which knocks us out for hours takes two hits higher up, the hit you took and one hit lower before it is exposed by my tail muscles." the naga said crossing his arms, "You seriously would of killed me...you despondent relic."
Othellion blinked before turning, "I care not, my little Ulrick---"
"Wait. I have a request of you. But I can't tell you here...you must come back to the school with me...please." Ulrick sounded desperate.
Othellion looked back the concern in his voice easily picked out, "Very well. Lead on my little Ulrick."
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SwordOfTheDarkOnes Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 4:39 pm
Getting comfy was the least of Hund's worries, but being in a fight.... yeah that could be a problem. Closing his eyes e began to snooze. He never snored more of a huff came as he passed out then silence. He could sleep anywhere. When Ty shifted the pup moved and latched on like a backpack. The vines where visible now. His paws folded to keep his claws away from Ty's skin and he slept.
Hund, or "hound" slept soundly till he was jolted by the words "fake wolf" that pissed him off but he kept quiet as he crashed into unconsciousness. Yet when he heard Zephae speak he woke up, "Late Human? He was owned?" he said curiously and moved to look back at the male.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 4:47 pm
~depths of the forest~ (when loses control over his reality and fully succumbs to his ptsd...his mental revert lets loose the...part of him that used to mind f**k people about if that was a man or a breastless woman.) Konan looked at him. "You...are a stupid soldier. Unwisened by age merely dulled like an ill cared for sword." He stated without any emotion. "My paradox is the man called Konan House. That is a life I never led. My life...my life is who I was before. The one who was reported dead at six but really went through military training. I...am a living paradox and you sir...are a grownup child. A stupid soldier whose lack of heart will doom all who follow and are important to him." He said boredly.
He sheathed his sword and the other returned to him. He looked down at him. "Hmmm? Hell if I know." He muttered. It was a sentient sword...one of the god sword. "Don't start with me you stupid blade." He muttered. Sheathing it. he looked at them and face palmed. He looked at Ulrick. "Don't wait too long Ulrick...you will end up like me...with a weight on your should and a sledgehammer to cripple your heart. Or...should I say...the me you know in the school. Regretting never telling that one I loved for fear of the unknown."
He followed them as he walked ignoring the pain lancing his face.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:27 pm
 Tyronne looked at him without any sympathy. "To be honest your wolf is weak too. Least you well rounded." He said sternly. "You want to die...go do it yourself. I waste time killing someone with a death wish instead of a desire to live." He spat with venom. He stood up himself. "Tyronne but my tribe called be Typhoon Mantis." He said dismissively. He looked at him. "I will train you. In wolf form and in human. Yet if you want to die so bad then I won't waste my time. I don't make packmates just so they can die. I don't have much in this world and if you intend to be something I call part of my circle you better damn well be in it for the long haul." He said sharply. He listened to Hund speak. "Dunno don't care. Come on Zephae...make your choice." He started to walk. "If you sticking with me and want to get stronger and be trained you'll follow. If you want to die stay here because I won't waste my time nor dishonor my blade ending your life. You have no fight then you aren't worth the blade cutting." With that he left the forset. (exit)
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:40 pm
Zephae DeTrabinya His tail began to wag once more and he stumbled getting up, but that did not stops him, "I will follow you Sir Typhoon Mantis.", he said straightly and plainly, with just a hint of excitement, and he ran after Tyronne and continued to follow him out of the forest. "I warn you, I don't know many human customs, so I will not bother hiding it.", he raised his collar higher to cover more of his face, it now covered his mouth, and left the forest alongside Tyronne. {EXIT}
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:26 pm
It took not much longer for the pup to pass back out. Still like a backpack on Tyrone's back he whimpered and nuzzled the man. He couldn't wait to be back on campus. Yes in a bed... sounded great right then. He exited via on Tyrone's back.
{disembarked}
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:53 am
Othellion Skyrisen Professor Ulrick Greaves Othellion blinked as he looked at the purple haired male before he could speak Ulrick cleared his throat, "Save it, Othello. You have no time to waste.."
The three exited the forest, Ulrick leading Othellion as Konan followed...
(exit to school grounds~ HILARITY ENSUES)/color]
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:50 am
~depths of the forest~ (when loses control over his reality and fully succumbs to his ptsd...his mental revert lets loose the...part of him that used to mind f**k people about if that was a man or a breastless woman.) Konan merely followed the teacher and the stupid soldier. (exit)
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 11:00 pm
LAWRENCE // LAURIE
>Cŵn Annwn<
The Hellhound "Why do we have to come all the way here? You could use some of the flowers near the gardens.. Also, why do you even want flowers?" Came the annoyed huff of Bran as he turned his red eyes towards his taller yet younger cousin. The orange haired male in turn just looked down at his feet, feeling his face growing red. He didn't want to say it. Bran would probably think of it as stupid or something. " Umm. " He started, fumbling with his thumbs as he avoided the dark haired male's gaze. " I sort of wanted... Ah... I wanted to make.. Flower crowns." He admitted with an embarrassed smile playing oh his pierced lips. He saw a pictures of some girls wearing them the other day and thought they looked really cute.. So, Lawrence wanted to give it a try. He even watched and read a lot of tutorials! " I think they would look nice.. " Golden eyes turned to look at his cousin with a small smile. The dark haired male in turn gave a heavy sigh, letting his shoulders drop some as he ran a hand through his hair. " Damn it Lawrence. That is why I can't let you alone. You are too soft. " The redhead let out a soft chuckle at that. " Is that really too bad? " He asked and Bran nodded, folding his arms across his chest as he hid his arms on the opposite sleeve of his kimono. " It kinda is. "
They soon reached a white and yellow colored flowers bed, making the golden eyes light up as Laurie increased his speed, reaching the flowers in no time. He smiled to himself and dropped to his knees. Quickly plucking out a few flowers, braiding them together until the crown slowly began to take shape. Bran watched his cousin from a distance, not feeling like sitting on the flower bed, besides on this spot he had a better view of their surroundings. Just in case some trouble arrived. " Bran! Do you think it is turning out okay? " Laurie asked, holding the flower crown onto the air. Bran let out a small smile. Really, sometimes he worried about his cousin.. He looked like such a bad boy and was just too soft and nice.. Some people would easily take advantage of that. Lips parted as Bran " Yeah.. It is looking very cute Laur- " Bran was cut off as his body seemed to start to evaporate into black smoke. Aw, s**t.
Laurie face changed completely with the disappearance of his cousin. The happiness on it seemed gone and was replaced with a dull look. Ah. He was summoned... His grip on the crown grew stronger as he couldn't help but feel worried. He just hoped Bran will be alright... His cousin's healing powers haven't been working very well since the lost of his previous master.. Lawrence looked at his flower crown then up to the tall trees of the forest. He really did hoped Bran will be alright..
[Exit Bran]
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 6:08 pm
 Luminoir GreavesLuminoir or Lumi as he liked to be called walked aimlessly through the Forest, he was ditching classes as he felt his inner snake rear up to poise a strike. Wanting to avoid harming others he started to walk... And walk.....and walk, which is exactly what he was doing now.... "You Are Weak! Go Back To The School And Mark One As Foe. Test Your Power As One Of The Desert Oasis." the snake hissed in his ear. He rolled his shoulder as if he was pushing it away. No he wasn't crazy, he swore to himself and others...he wasn't crazy... "Shut up and leave me alone already...we already had our fun in the Arena three days ago..." he spoke back to the voice...out-loud. Okay so maybe there was room for doubt. He entered into a wide field momentarily taken aback by nature's grace in all its forms. He hummed before noticing the rather tough looking male. He saw him as another student, one in a higher grade for sure. He made to walk away, but gave a sharp cry as the snake coiled around his lungs. "Prove Your Power!" it threatened. Lumi clutched his chest as he hissed back, "Shut the frak up and leave me the hell alone...."
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