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D'rian/ Deleria, M'kar, Keira, Mortelia
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Date Posted: 19:42:09 07/26/02 Fri
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Tilana and Aiyana [oh, of course Kareen]
's message, "Blood is good, Blood is great XD" on 11:46:26 07/03/02 Wed
D'rian quickly caught up his sword, flashing an apologetic half-smile at the LairLeader before she disappeared. He let the spear twirl from his fingertips and whirled on a new opponent. Deleria moved so that the pair fought back-to-back, brandishing her sword at a challenger. She parried against the blade with surprising ease, considering the amount of experience she possessed.
M'kar darted in and out of the battle, weaving through the shadows as though he was still a ghost. His eyes blazed an unnatural, glazed emerald, his brow furrowed in cold determination as he skirted along the outskirts of the skirmish. The blade was lightning in his skilled hand. He picked out a victim, as a hungry wolf would single out a sheep from the flock, stalking towards the unsuspecting Ghazard. He sliced at the creature over and over again, slashing open a jagged, shallow gash that ran diagonally from its shoulder, across the chest and belly, and ending at the opposite hip. If the Ghazard, roaring in pain and fury, took a swing at him, it was pain-blinded and easily deflected, or else M'kar could duck and spin out of the way. Blood from a small cut at his temple trickled down one side of his face and matted in his hair, a slash ripped his tunic at one shoulder, the edges painted in crimson, and similar scratchmarks tore his right sleeve to ribbons, but he ignored it as if he hadn't been touched. This creature deserved to feel pain- agony beyond words, for what he was. It was the least it deserved. It and its kind were responsible for... for the torment he had suffered, able to see and hear, but not touch, not taste- not feel his lifebond, his Dremalithas. They would pay... pay dearly. He laughed- and it was a harsh, bitter sound- taking up his sword, driving it into one of the Ghazard's eyes. It howled, maddened with pain, and the sick, twisted smile found itself again on the young face of the dragonrider. There was much, yet, to be inflicted on this one. Yes... much more pain and suffering. It was justice, after all...
Keira jolted into awareness, staggering back. The grey fogginess left her eyes, replaced by an icy-sharp hungriness- she was on the hunt. Her gaze slowly swung 'round, fixating on Tilana and the figure beside her. The touch of that presence was familiar, so familiar, and she was losing control as its counterpart sought to take over, slipping through her mind with a presence as slick and slippery as oil.
Mortelia laughed, and her voice was a husky contralto as she rounded on Tilana. "You never learn, girl, do you? No, you never seemed the sort." She took a few advancing steps, the energy she had drawn from the dragonrider crackled along her fingertips as miniscule forked tongues of lightning. The cowl was pushed back from around her face, and her raven black hair didn't so much as stir even in the strong winds, and for that matter, neither did her cloak.
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