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 Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:05 pm
 Ahh... The heat of battle. He loved it. The sweet feel of cutting through flesh was sensational for him, and fighting alongside his father and grandfather only made it that much sweeter. He was actually being of use in the world; keeping the population at bay, and continuing the eb and flow of life. For there has to be a balance of both, or the other cannot exsist.
Both were beautiful to him, and both just as equal in power.
Strolling out of the base after a day of work, he grinned, pleased with himself. His skull was slightly tinged with Covenent blood on it, but it was just a thin film, and barely took up any area, that you could only smell a small taste of it. His long black claws were retracted back into his paws, and his long nued tail swayed behind him.
Those empty faint green eyes scanned along his surroundings, curious as to what he may see on his way back to the main shop.
He didn't go there often anymore, on account for his family's presence there and his desire not to embarress them anymore than he already felt he had. His paws felt the soft ground beneath him, and the cool air of Spring dance around his body. Pausing a moment to take it al in, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
How the beauty flourished around him. A grin perked at the corners of his lips.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:26 pm
Aella let out a long yawn as she woke up from a nap, digging her claws into the soil under her as she stretched her back and shifted her shoulders. She was still healing from her battle with Zaviera but the only substantial wound was the bite that had been taken out of her leg, so for the most part she was in decent shape, but she walked with an ever so slight limb, dulled by her own willpower to keep her usual stride and not look weak.
She sat up and started her usual preening, working out the knots in her black curls and adjusting the corset that was once a fine piece of high end fashion and was now a worn, torn, dull thing she still clung to on silly sentimental value. And because in her mind, it looked the same as it did when it was still new. Such vanity probably lessened her effectiveness in battle, since she was always wearing hindering corsets and heels, but it wasn't like she could help it. Her need to appear as appealing as possible was almost a disease.
Still, in the middle of the usual, compulsive routine, she paused, picking up the scent of old blood. A predator was nearby and the thought made her fur bristle with mild worry; She couldn't handle another Zaviera.
She stopped pinning up her hair and stalked around, peering around a tree to spot Clayton. For a moment, she stared, pursing her lips in curiosity and took the head on approach to see how much harm he meant, jumping in front of him and letting out a bit of a 'don't mess with me snarl' to establish her status as a predator too right off the bat. "Who are you?" She asked, getting right to the point and looking curiously at the bits of armor on his forelimbs. "...Soldier?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:49 pm
His ears instinctivly flicked as he picked up on her as soon as something had moved from its spot. A emotionless look was on his face as he heard the movement of something quietly sneaking about. Once it appeared infront of him, he simply looked to her, and gave a slow lethargic blink.
Her keep seemed to be rather.. battered.. as if she had been in battle of some sort.
Perhaps a scrap.
Feeling no threat by her offense, he let his thick long tail sway slowly behind him.
Peering at her from under his skull, he inspected her body.
It was most exquiset, and quite unique. Expecially the tail which took the same look as his mothers.
His blank eyes scanned along her body curiously, and a small smile came back on his face.
"Why yes I am." He gave a little bow of his head to her.
"And a most lucky one, at that, to have been brought to see such an exotic being of your nature on such a fine day." he didn't waste time either, as he throughly enjoyed coming into contact with something of a distint air about them.
His eyes trailed along her some more before resting upon her eyes, giving another slow blink.
"I'm Clayton, miss."
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:01 pm
Aella paused, somewhat flabbergasted. Flattery wasn't what she was expecting and her first instinct was an inclination to think it was a trick to lower her guard.
Still, it'd been a long time since she was complimented and she'd come to expect negative sentiments automatically. "Th-... Thank you?" She said carefully, and rather uneloquently, suddenly feeling far less intelligent in comparison to his articulation. Even though she had the residual effects of someone attempting to dress her like a proper doll showing through in her style and old clothing, friendly social aspects were far from her specialty.
Her tail swayed uneasily behind her, one ear twitching as he introduced himself. He seemed friendly enough, she just didn't really know how to be too friendly back anymore. "A soldier for who?" She asked, but this time morel like a curious child and not her usual hostile interrogation, and she crept forward ever so slightly to sniff as his armor pieces from several inches away. She didn't even introduce herself in return, more curious in his answer to her question then pausing to tell him her name. "Bones... and metal... it's... a-are they trophies?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:14 pm
Sitting calmly, seeing as she was still nervous, he let his tail wrap along his side. His eyes continued to wander along her curiously, and filled with fastination.
Pondering her question a moment, he blinked slowly again and looked off.
"A soldier of my own, I suppose. I may be under my family's side, I fight for my own seperate reason's." his eyes rolled back to look to her.
"Though my intentions are not often approved of.." his skull shimmered as it caught the Sun's weak ray's, and traveled along to the bits of armour on his body.
Noting her disregard to introduction, he smirked, and closed his eyes. He wasn't suprised; his scent must be doused in the stench of battle.
A bath was very much needed.
Swiveling an ear at her second question, he kept his eyes closed. "One could say that.. though these were adorned on me at birth, and proceeded to gain as I grew." his eyes open to a small slit and slide to her.
"A way of marking my family line, if you will.."
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:39 pm
"Your family..." Aella just sort of trailed off. This fox's style managed to put her on a far less hostile level fairly quickly. "Savages?" She asked, for some reason just a bit hopeful.
She braved a few more inches to his space, sniffing and inspecting him almost with the curiosity and fascination of a puppy finding some new . "You just came from a battle? At least you smell like a battle... What were you fighting against?" She asked, this time seeming genuinely interested, her big emerald eyes establishing direct eye contact for the first time since she tried to seem tough when she confronted him and she fidgeted with mild anticipation for his answer.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 11:08 pm
Puffing his chest up a little, he watched her curiousity pique. Grinning, he found amusement in her questions.
"In a way... arn't we all savages, my dear?" He looks down at her, blinking slowly again, and flicking the tuft of fur on his tail.
"There really is no real right for anyone to, yet we do anyway. For our own reasons."
Her further presented questions made him turn his head to look off.
"I fight a battle that's lasted for years, against those who oppose the side that my family's been on." he looked to her again. "just like every fight, the point of fighting slowly fades, does it not?"
My. What a beaut she was. Such a sleek body and tail, with those lovely locks. She was quite a sight to behold.
He took the time to take note of her claws and fangs.
Letting his eyes settle with hers, he stared into those eyes of hers, his own shaded by his skull helmet.
"I suppose I am fighting a fight that my forefathers could never come to realize it's point."
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 11:30 pm
"You don't know why you fight?" She questioned, sitting down and tilting her head. Aella herself rarely fought for a reason any bigger then survival, amusement, and once upon a time for the approval of someone close.
Her tail flit about behind her, seeming to twitch absentmindedly with a mind of it's own, almost as she carefully observed his appearance. He wasn't weak, but at the same time he didn't seem to trigger defective defense mechanisms most other 'normal' foxes did.
And for the first time in nearly forever, she smiled with no ulterior motive for manipulation or sadistic pleasure behind it. "The scent of battle suits you, Clayton," She told him and twitched her claws silently, finally concluding she should give her own name. "I'm Aella."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 1:40 am
Looking to the sky, a little smile wriggles on his face.
"I know why I fight, yet it doesn't lay along with why others do." He eyed down back at her.
"I'm not sure if you would understand, though.. most don't.." pausing a moment to look her over again, he smirked, "Though.. you arn't like most.. are you?" he iquired, swiveling an ear and letting his smile soften.
"Many say that life is beautiful. And I couldn't say I disagree. Though many would also say that death is unfortunate and dispicable.. yet I find it to be just as beautiful, and appropriate."
He lowers his head a little, and tilts it, "after all; many things live thanks to death. Such as mushrooms, which live off of what once was. They needed death in order to survive." he smiled, flicking his tail tuft. Giving another little bow to her compliment, he grinned smugly, "I thank you... Miss Aella. I take pride in it's aroma." he said calmly. "Though.. I can see that you are a follower in it as well?" his eyes traveled along her damaged body and equipment.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:30 am
"...Is it?" Aella asked, lowering her head a bit, ears drooping as she thought about it. Her instinct to kill was what originally started her ease into finding slaughter one of the lesser things to worry about in a battle, but for the most part she'd always thought that made her essentially evil.
Even another killer called her distasteful and a menace for killing lesser things around her for reasons other then survival. But the fact was, Aella couldn't distinguish these things for herself. She never had her own philosophy, just sort of leeched off what she learned from others, which was a contradictory patchwork of several things, but mostly, that death was bad, and she was bad for causing it.
"A follower in... oh, no," She muttered, feeling slightly ashamed of her battered and healing appearance and glancing away, pawing at the ground uneasily. "I was surprised by a cannibal looking to eat me and... I don't fight so well at night," she tried to excuse, though that didn't help the feeling of pulsing shame feeling each bite and slash mark was another sign of failure.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 11:00 am
The half-breed's ears swiveled again from her body language. Had he said something to offend her...? Lowering his head, he carefully, and ever so gently gave a small nuzzle to one of her ears. "I'm sorry if I've said something to hurt you, Miss Aella. Thus is why I choose not to speak of my way's of life.." he murmured softly. Smelling the saliva and blood on her body from the scrap, he peered around her to a particular wound. It was quite deep and seemed to plague her. Eyeing back to her, he spoke quietly, "If I may... though I'm as posionous as it gets, I also possess a bit of healing ability as well.." his snake split tongue slowly slinked out and flicked at the end. Moving his body to hunch over her a little he carefully tended to the little wound. His saliva produced much more quicker and slipped down his long serpant tongue to seep along the wound on her shoulder gently. Though he may have been an instrument of death, he was well equiped for if someone on his side were in need of medical attention, as his grandfather had helped to nurture that curiousity of healing for him. He was provided with a fine herbalist who taught him how to injest the herbs and mixtures to mix along with his potents.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:45 pm
"You didn't offend me," Aella said, almost offhandedly like she didn't care if he knew that or not. "It's just I've never heard anyone talk of death like a positive thing. Or it's causers anything less then a menace," She mumbled, flicking her tail about and wondering. Maybe she wasn't so horrid after all?
Aella quickly tensed and watched his movements like a hawk when he hunched over her to heal her wound, pupils tensed to almost lines in her green irises like she was expecting him to to lash out and slit her throat or poison her. However, she quickly relaxed when she felt the pain throbbing from the wound ease, watching his serpents tongue and absentmindedly flicking her own at the similarities and almost to pick up the scent of his blood and saliva.
"...I-..." Aella swallowed, the unknown words catching in her through as she gingerly moved to test the absence of pain. She stammered out another quiet, almost in audible symbol, unsure how to react to this. He just helped her? With no ulterior motive? At least, she couldn't comprehend what motive he could've conjured up in the short time they'd known of each other's existence.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 9:20 am
Noting her nervousness as he had performed his healing, he kept to making sure he was extra delicate in the act. She seemed on edge quite a bit, but who could blame her after almost being eaten. Though he himself would have finished off the assailent, he didn't judge her for it. Pulling back to inspect his job, his tongue slinking back into his mouth, he gave a ever so small smile.
"It may take awhile to fully heal, but the wound shouldn't hurt as much now.." he was slightly put off that his healing abilities weren't more great, as they still had a time cap of how long it would take to heal due to their weak strength. But it was all he'd been taught, and he couldn't do much else about it until he'd learn how to master herbs. Sitting back on his haunches, giving her space again, he snaked his tail to rest along his paws. Or perhaps his touch was what made her so tense and uncomfortable. Any matter, it'd make sense any way you put it. Looking off, his eye blinking lazily, he absorbed her words.
"Most are simply too acustomed to the way that the world views death, rather than the real purpose and signifigance of it. Or those who see it in a posotive light abuse it's act, and make the name of it even more tainted. But many things are misunderstood, and taken advantage of." His ears wavered slightly as he listened to their current surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 12:52 pm
Aella flexed the joint closest to the wound, seemingly unaffected at all but inwardly wincing slightly and a bit amazed that the pain had actually dulled.
She watched Clayton carefully, always prepared just in case whatever reason he decided to get hostile. Not that that made much sense considering the great service he just did her, but the inner workings of Aella's mind were far from logical.
Her back muscles shivered a bit, feeling sore from all the tensing and preparation before she got up to all fours and prowled around him a bit. "Why would you do something like that for me?" She questioned, her tone harshing the interrogation.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 9:00 am
Unphased by her approach, he kept his lax nature. The tip of his tail curled around one of his paws, and his eyes closed calmly. There was no way she could take on someone of his caliber. It was in his blood. And besides, she had been quite weakened. Her attempt to appear strong couldn't help but amuse him, but he would keep that to himself. Grinning, he barely opened his eyes again, making them sharp slits. "Why wouldn't I, is more logical a question.." he paused, letting his eyes slid to watch her, "I simply am a preserver of beauty..." there was no singling out for her, as he'd do it for anyone he deemed worthy of doting. "I can tend to your other wounds, if you'd like.."
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