Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)
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				Title: <strong>Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 02:36:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The North.&nbsp; A frozen wasteland, seemingly designed to kill or drive men insane, this mixture of tundra and ice spreads out for thousands of miles.&nbsp; The Pole of Air sends its chilling winds out and over the lands, bringing ice and snow with each little howl and tug of the breeze.&nbsp; While cities do exist here, each is harsh in its own manner.&nbsp; Some are bastions of the Realm, still paying their tribute to the Scarlet Empress while others have begun to drift away from the Imperial City.&nbsp; Taking inspiration from the city of Lookshy the so called ‘free’ cities of the North tried to keep their dealings with the Realm as cordial as possible while maintaining independence.&nbsp; All the while the loyal cities still hold their politics and infighting as if it was the only thing separating them from the barbarous tribes of beastmen that roam the land.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is near one of these tribal villages that a man walk through the snow.&nbsp; Clad in heavy armor, the golden metal reflect the light of the Unconquered Sun in a manner that would make him visible for miles.&nbsp; Not trying to hide his location in the slightest, the man wears only his armor and a long flowing cape attached to his back.&nbsp; Within a thick sheath strapped over that cape, a long blade is held.&nbsp; Longer than any blade a mortal could wield, it combines with his other trappings to give indication that he can only be one thing.&nbsp; Anathaema.&nbsp; At least that is what the members of the Wyld Hunt would call him.&nbsp; To himself, he has cast off his mortal name, and now taken the title of “Bite of the Lone Wolf.”&nbsp; A title that he wore with pride, this attractive and muscular man flicks his head back to send his black hair over his shoulders and out of his face.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stalking through the snow with purpose, he was walking towards danger.&nbsp; He knew he was, and yet he did not fully understand why just yet.&nbsp; Dreams, portents, those were the realm of the Twilight Caste for certain, yet he had been having this reoccurring thought.&nbsp; A camp deep within the tundra, filled with members of the Wyld Hunt, a treasure within.&nbsp; Not always in that order, or even that complete, the thought and dream still managed to drive him on.&nbsp; Each step of his leads him closer and closer towards this camp, and soon he was within sight of it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The camp is less of a set of tents or huts, but what looks to be a small building that cuts into the ground.&nbsp; How something like this was formed would be of interest to anyone with an engineering mind, however Bite of the Lone Wolf has more pressing matters on his mind.&nbsp; The patrols would be coming around soon, and he had to decide how to deal with them.&nbsp; While stealth was an option, it was not what one might consider his ‘style’.&nbsp; So as he is spotted by a passing guard, his essence flares around him in a golden nimbus.&nbsp; Shouts and cries of intruder and Anathaema are heard within the encampment as Lone Wolf begins his combat.&nbsp; His daiklave swings through the air with ease, leaving trails of energy in the air before the blade slices through their armor.&nbsp; Each guard was individually no match for the Solar, but as the numbers mount up, he has to expend more and more of his precious energy.&nbsp; Hopefully it would not be too many, and thankfully the numbers die off until he is stepping inside the building.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking around to see just what type of building this is, Lone Wolf lifts his hand to run a finger over the wall.&nbsp; Glyphs of warding and protection dot the walls, glowing faintly with the essence of the Dragonborn.&nbsp; Whatever his prize was, he knew it would be deep inside.&nbsp; So rather than stalk through all of the corridors, facing ambush and who knows what lies within, his voice comes out in a booming tone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Warriors!&nbsp; Come face me!&nbsp; Your death is here, at least face it head on!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 04:29:06</strong>
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				Cynis Liadra frowned at the commotion swirling around her. How she hated the North, a cold, savage place, far from civilization, the comforts of home...the concubines of her collection.<br><br>She had come here because she was a member of the All Seeing Eye, and what the Legions could not do - or were unwilling to do as the Great Houses bickered and fought - the Scarlet Throne's hidden agents could. Admittedly, they had no Empress to serve, but if - no <em>when</em> she returned she would find it orderly and well kept. Which occasionally involved slaughtering a few savages to remind them who held their leash. A boring task, but one that maintained her cover as a member of the Wyld Hunt. As devout as any of the Dragon Blooded Host, it was hardly a burden to put down the occasional demon or Anathema.<br><br>Which brought her to the one, shining little bit of pleasantry in this whole affair, the squirming, feminine creature in the center of her little interrogation room, the soft layer of silvery grey fur doing nothing at all to diminish her appeal. She was laid out flat on her back, bonds of green jade prying her legs wide apart, leaving her sex exposed, another set of bands binding her arms behind her, forcing her large, rounded breasts forward. The final piece was the gag prying her mouth open, leaving the Anathema helpless and exposed.<br><br>She couldn't keep the girl of course - as much as her family might tolerate her little collection this wouldn't stand at all. But she had been hoping to amuse herself for at least another week or two.<br><br>"I am sorry my sweet, but it seems our time has come to an end. Now then..." she draw a long, wickedly sharp knife from her armor, the girl letting out a muffled, gurgled cry before the knife plunged into her chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 07:29:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After making his booming announcement, the only few warriors to come forth were petty humans and mortals.&nbsp; While certainly deserving of respect, they were no match for one of the Unconquered Sun’s favored.&nbsp; Especially not one blessed with the aspect of Dawn.&nbsp; These mortal soldiers, while valiant, do not stand a chance against Lone Wolf, and soon fall to the ground in defeat.&nbsp; Trying his best to not expend too much of his energy or essence in each of these small fights, Lone Wolf knew that was how the Dragonblooded of old had taken down Solars.&nbsp; And given this outpost has shown trappings of the Wyld Hunt, he knew that one of the Terrestrial would most likely be within.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each footfall of his carries him deeper into this building, and even though it was not a large complex, Lone Wolf was not rushing through the place.&nbsp; It would not be tactically sound to become surrounded, and from how the corridors twisted and turn, he knew that was what they were designed for.&nbsp; Probably the remnants of some First Age fortress or the like, his anger grew steadily as he continued inside.&nbsp; For the Terrestrial, the Wyld Hunt to have taken a place like this over, it was insulting.&nbsp; This had been built by Solar hands, and deserved to be run by those same hands.&nbsp; Not left to rot and barely maintained by the hands of usurpers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Swinging his large blade upwards, the flat of the blade catches the tip of an arrow as it whistled through the air and towards his face.&nbsp; Snapping the metal tip of the arrow, the shaft continues on its path to shatter against his daiklave as well.&nbsp; As splinters fall to the ground, his legs bunch underneath his muscular frame to then send him lunging down the hallway.&nbsp; Crossing the yards in a flash of motion, his blade has sliced through the thick leathers this warrior called armor to bite deeply into the man’s flesh.&nbsp; A scream is heard, and then a slow gurgle as blood pours up and from the fallen warrior’s mouth.&nbsp; Dead before he can even hit the ground, the defender of this place is left behind as Lone Wolf continues onward.&nbsp; Behind him, a small remnant of the quick battle is left, as the feather from the shaft of the arrow finally touches the ground.&nbsp; The entire melee had happened so quickly, that the Solar was out of sight before the fletching had even had a chance to float downwards.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally, the heart of this complex.&nbsp; The hallway ends abruptly, with a powered door in front of him.&nbsp; Lines of essence run along the door, giving indication that it is locked or somehow barred from within.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, his leg lifts upwards now, before thrusting outwards to slam into the door.&nbsp; Cracking the frame in the process, his heavy blow to the door causes it to buckle inwards and then fall to the ground.&nbsp; Standing in the doorway, a figure in golden armor and carrying a daiklave of orichalcum.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ahh, what do we have here?!&nbsp; A lowly Terrestrial, keeping some lady helpless?&nbsp; I think not!”&nbsp; Snorting in pure derision now, his free hand waves in a small arc towards the Dragonblooded that is standing with the blade in hand.&nbsp; “Release her, now.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/S2zad0.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 09:03:26</strong>
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				The Dragon Blooded had her back to the door, her gaze even, her own Daiklave held in a low guard position, her skill as a fencer obvious even when not in motion, her armor a deep green.<br><br>"Release her yourself Solar. She might yet live, if you get that dagger out of her chest. She has proved...remarkably regenerative, which has been a great asset to our little games. But that knife gets around such things, and her pretty little lungs will fill with blood before much longer now."<br><br>She reached back with her freehand, undoing the latch of the door.<br><br>"You can kill me Anathema, but that pretty little moontouched bitch will die gasping in her life's blood. Or, you can let me go, and be left with a nice little gift for your trouble. I've even wrapped her for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 10:08:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grumbling low words of anger under his breath as he stays in the frame of the broken door, Lone Wolf does his best to quickly assess the situation.&nbsp; The Dragonblooded in front of him seemed to speak the truth, and deep red blood was flowing upwards and out of the wound that the dagger had caused.&nbsp; Perhaps it was ensorcelled to prevent any form of healing so long as it remained in a wound, and if that were true the lady on the bench would indeed be beyond saving in a few moments.&nbsp; At least, longer than it would take to eliminate the threat before him.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moontouched?&nbsp; Could it be that the lady on the table was a Lunar, instead of some mutated beastman?&nbsp; Blinking suddenly, there was a feeling within the back of his mind.&nbsp; Growing as he had become closer, he suddenly knew it to be true.&nbsp; The Lunar on the table was somehow linked to him, and in an instant he knew the source of his dreams and feelings.&nbsp; She was the one he was there to save!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You have a deal.&nbsp; My blade will not be lifted to stop your passing.”&nbsp; Snarling out the words, it clearly pained him to say them, but the Lunar on the table needed assistance now.&nbsp; Stepping further inside the room now, Lone Wolf slides over to the side so that he was no longer blocking the doorway out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 02:44:09</strong>
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				The Dynast grinned softly. "Not every day you get to outfox an Anathema." The Cynis woman chuckled at her own joke, slipping past the two of them, her Daiklave held in a low guard as she fled. "Pity it's not the kind of things you can tell stories of."<br><br>The woman strapped down onto the table twitched weakly, her obscenely exposed position, and the allure of her perfectly curved form marred by the dagger buried in her chest, the soft fur matted with blood, some of it escaping the ring gag in her mouth, looking pleadingly up at the Solar standing before her, feeling somehow welcomed and drawn to him, basking in the warmth of him even as her life drained from her, helpless to do anything to stop it. Utterly at his mercy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 09:41:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching as this lowly Terrestrial makes comments about outsmarting him, Lone Wolf can only grin.&nbsp; Waiting for her to step closer towards the door, and away from the lady on the table, he then steps in closer himself.&nbsp; With his left hand, he reaches towards the strapped down lady’s chest to wrap his fingers around the hilt of this blade.&nbsp; Pulling it forth from her, his head then snaps towards the door.&nbsp; Tossing the dagger with his off hand, he channels essence into his motions.&nbsp; A glowing thread of energy surrounds his arm, flowing down to the blade as his fingers release it.&nbsp; Flying towards the Terrestrial as she slinks away, he chuckles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I only said, my blade.&nbsp; Not your own.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tarnished Silver (Yandros and CopperLily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CopperLily</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 11:58:54</strong>
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				The Lunar jerked - about as much movement as the mounting she was in allowed - as the knife was pulled from her chest, a scream escaping the ring-gag in her mouth, though her body began to slowly reknit itself a moment later, the silver tattoos that covered her body, highlighting the curves of her very exposed form, glowing brightly.<br><br>The Terrestrial ducked around a corner as the knife struck her, hardened Jade armor softening much of the blow, though the woman still let out a hiss of pain as she beat a hasty retreat. At the very least he had wounded her - and given himself a most interesting opponent for future battles. Below him, the Lunar woman slowly healed, looking up at him with wide, expressive and uncertain eyes, knowing she was not even close to out of danger yet.
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