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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 14:08:02 GMT -5
He smirked. "Look, I'm not trying to hurt you," he said. "Really, I'm not. I just think you'd be better off traversing the desert without the purple idiot. I was wondering if you had any ideas for his demise."
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2007 14:16:09 GMT -5
She threw the apple at him. It hit him square in the head. "I'd never travel alone with YOU! You tried to KILL me, twice!!"
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 14:19:01 GMT -5
He fell on his back when the apple hit his face. He rubbed his face and then glared at her. "This time I will have NO MERCY!!!!!!" He quickly produced his scythe from his pocket, inlarging it as it came forth, and swung it up then brought it down.
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2007 14:22:39 GMT -5
Zcy's blood-curdling scream pierced the quiet of the night. It came from her throat in full throttle, and died away once the bloodstained scythe was removed. She looked down at her chest. Her shirt was torn and stained with her blood, and she noticed a cut really deep. She looked up furiously to see blood - her blood - dripping from the blade that the Mynci, forever her enemy, wielded. She could only hear his cruel laughter as her vision blacked and she fell from the tree.
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Post by petdr89 on Jan 11, 2007 18:15:33 GMT -5
Strip's ears perked and his head quickly turned in the direction of the scream. He could feel the blood draining from his face, assuming the absolute worse thing had happened. He started running quickly through the woods in the direction of the scream, and skidded to a stop when he came upon the scene. He came in to find blood pooling and dripping from Zcy's chest, and Tack standing near her with a bloody scythe; it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. "No!" He screamed, the word coming out before he could stop it. "Not again" he whispered. He ran over to Zcy and knelt beside her, glaring up at Tack with fangs bared. "You f***ing son of a b****, what the hell did you do?!"
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 18:43:18 GMT -5
He shrugged at Strips's question. "I would assume that would be obvious," he told him. His gaze darkened. "I did what I had to do."
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2007 18:46:41 GMT -5
Zcy lifted her head weakly. She looked at Tack, her eyes full of hate. Blood flowed from her mouth as she growled, "D-damn... y...you..." The words hung in the air before her eyes shut and her head fell back to the ground with a thump. Her body went limp.
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Post by petdr89 on Jan 11, 2007 18:49:09 GMT -5
Strips growled and bolted to his feet. "You're a bloody liar! You f***ing didn't have to do that! I just needed more time! It didn't have to end that way!" He gripped his dagger firmly in his hand and started talking towards Tack, eyes glued on his. There was only one thing on his mind right now; one of them was going to die, and until he drew his last breath he would swear it to be Tack. He couldn't believe he had failed again, and he was hell bent on making someone pay.
((Hehe, Strips is such a potty mouth. *washes his mouth out with soap*))
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 18:54:33 GMT -5
(lol, you don't have to ** it out, you know. like see? 'fuck')
He twirled his scythe 180 degrees, and whacked Strips across the head with the rod. Zcy's blood flew every which way as the blade twirled. "You don't want to be doing that," he warned Strips icily. "Little Zcy here is dead and once I bring her back she will do all my bidding. Once I have her power I will lay her down for good. You can only bring a life back once, you know."
(think on that. maybe strips could take zcy's body far away before tack revives her, huh? just a suggestion.)
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Post by petdr89 on Jan 11, 2007 19:04:49 GMT -5
((lol, I know I didn't. But if I don't know how young the youngest member is, and if I found out a little kid was reading this I would feel really bad. XD))
Strips shook his head violently, as if shaking away the pain. He had a pretty hard skull so it hadn't hurt all that bad, though did make him feel a little dizzy for a moment. He grabbed onto the rode with his free hand and held it still so Tack couldn't yank it away and use it again. He growled and took another step closer. "And you're about to join her" he hissed, then brought his dagger up and plunged it into Tack's chest. He wasn't sure whether or not Tack was immortal, though if he thought it through he probably would have figured it out. He took another step closer and got in Tack's face, a smile on his face. "You can curse the warrior known as Strips as you die" he growled. Then stepped back towards Zcy, though never turned his back on Tack; that would be stupid.
((*is thinking*))
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 19:09:39 GMT -5
Tack blinked then looked down. With his free hand, he wrenched the dager out of his chest. Blood gushed from the open wond. He looked at the blood on the dagger curiosly, as if muling over what had just hapened.
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Post by petdr89 on Jan 11, 2007 19:17:38 GMT -5
Strips growled, teeth clenched together, when he noticed Tack wasn't dieing. "D**n it" he cursed. He had lived with an immortal long enough to know once they had their minds on something, there was no way to stop them. He would have to deal with Tack later; right now he had something else to take care of. He wouldn't let Tack make Zcy his slave. He may have failed in being able to save her, but he had to at least make sure Tack couldn't get his hands on her. He leaned down and picked Zcy up in his arms, smirking at Tack before spreading his wings and taking to the sky. Breaking out of the forest tree tops was painful, and the sun afterward hurt even worse, but he would have to ignore those things.
And on another note, there went his dagger; darn it.
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Jan 11, 2007 20:08:54 GMT -5
He noticed Strips flying off, and finally snaped backed to realty. What? They were getting away?! He pulled back, tossed the dagger with all his might, at them.
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Post by petdr89 on Jan 11, 2007 20:31:47 GMT -5
Strips growled and wrenched his back when he felt a sharp pain going through it. The blade of his dagger met it's mark directly beside the area where his left wing came out and under his shoulder blade. The pain made his wings want to curl up, though he forced them to stay open. There wouldn't be any crash landings while he was carrying someone, but the pain shooting up and down, drilling into his back, made it nearly impossible to keep flapping. He had to land, and quickly, and once he had he set Zcy down and kneeled beside her. He had wanted his dagger back, but that's not what he had in mind. And now he had made things worse; now they were back in the hot desert sand. He glanced back behind him at the knife sticking out of his back; he never imagined that would have been possible, and it blade had to have punctered one of his three lungs (long story). His breathing grew heavy though he ignored the pain and the dagger, and placed a hand on Zcy's cheek. She couldn't be dead, she just couldn't be. He whispered a prayer in that odd sounding language of his and closed his eyes. "Come on, get up, that's an order" he muttered.
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Post by Lilium on Jan 11, 2007 21:20:44 GMT -5
((Remember, it's still night, so the sand's not so hot. ^^))
Despite all the things Strips was saying, Zcy would not wake. But she wasn't dead, not yet. Her chest moved ever so slightly with each breath....
"Zcyreit."
She opened her eyes. It was a male's voice.
"Zcyreit. You are dying. You will never wake. Not unless you can pull the rest of your draining strength together and search for the blue light inside of you. Pull out the blueness... avoid the white. Pull out th blueness and revive your wound. Hurry, now. Your brother calls."
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