Ruined (OPEN)
Jul 30, 2010 11:25:53 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Jul 30, 2010 11:25:53 GMT -5
(OOC: It's aight. Here, let's make Flight go batshit insane and see if Alyss can survive.)
With an angered screech my muscles ripple as I fling her away with unholy strength, arrow shifting in its hold and making me slip deeper into the monster fueled insanity. She sails several feet, and I grab the shaft and yank it out with one swift pull. There is blood everywhere, pulsing down my arm and leg, running down my side and pooling in my boot, but I can tell simply from the pain that it isn't severe. There is no deep seated pain I can feel in my bones, just a sharp stinging that threatens to drive me over the edge.
Go. Annihilate her. When I walk there is a limp, and I bare my teeth in pain. The wound gushes crimson, making it painful to use. For safety's sake I kick the girl's bow into the forest, and wince as a hand comes up to cover the gash.
I'm not fast enough. And it's true. With this injury, I'm not quick enough to attack, injure and float back before she lands some hits. This sudden disability angers me, and I let out an aggravated snarl.
Then I will aid you. For a moment I hesitate, unsure whether letting the monster in would do any good. Every time I've given over people have died gruesome, painful deaths, all because of my inability to stop it. But the key fact here is that's she's trying to kill me, where before it wasn't always the case. Finally, I decide on shared control.
So be it. As the beast slips into my veins like the plague, the change is visible. My eyes harden to ice, and a bloodthirsty grin covers my features. I straighten, loosing the limp or favoring of one side. When I speak, it's blatantly obvious that there are two voices occupying one body, trying to push each other out. One is mine, a contralto purr, and the other is deep and menacing, rough in its fury.
"Are you ready to die?"
(OOC: Here, this help any?)
With an angered screech my muscles ripple as I fling her away with unholy strength, arrow shifting in its hold and making me slip deeper into the monster fueled insanity. She sails several feet, and I grab the shaft and yank it out with one swift pull. There is blood everywhere, pulsing down my arm and leg, running down my side and pooling in my boot, but I can tell simply from the pain that it isn't severe. There is no deep seated pain I can feel in my bones, just a sharp stinging that threatens to drive me over the edge.
Go. Annihilate her. When I walk there is a limp, and I bare my teeth in pain. The wound gushes crimson, making it painful to use. For safety's sake I kick the girl's bow into the forest, and wince as a hand comes up to cover the gash.
I'm not fast enough. And it's true. With this injury, I'm not quick enough to attack, injure and float back before she lands some hits. This sudden disability angers me, and I let out an aggravated snarl.
Then I will aid you. For a moment I hesitate, unsure whether letting the monster in would do any good. Every time I've given over people have died gruesome, painful deaths, all because of my inability to stop it. But the key fact here is that's she's trying to kill me, where before it wasn't always the case. Finally, I decide on shared control.
So be it. As the beast slips into my veins like the plague, the change is visible. My eyes harden to ice, and a bloodthirsty grin covers my features. I straighten, loosing the limp or favoring of one side. When I speak, it's blatantly obvious that there are two voices occupying one body, trying to push each other out. One is mine, a contralto purr, and the other is deep and menacing, rough in its fury.
"Are you ready to die?"
(OOC: Here, this help any?)
