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Rowan gave her a roguish smile and allowed a hint of his accent to tint his voice as her spoke. "Well darlin', why'd you bring me here then?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow to follow his words. He looked around once more, spying the gold glint yet again. Sighing and muttering under his breath, he took several long strides over to it and yanked the gold eyed man who'd been hiding there. A fist which had been raised to threaten him, dropped in surprise as he recognised the figure.
"Thaddeus? Ba'alik Thaddeus?" He exclaimed, embracing the stranger. Ba'alik grinned and stepped out of the shadows, into the hug, revealing long gold hair, slitted lions eyes, a lion tail and clawed hands. His voice, muffled by Rowan's shirt, still rang out clearly. "Why are you in Calliuni? And the fighting rings of all places?" Rowan released the man, who was several inches shorter than him, and grinned, shrugging.
"Though I might enter in a fight or two, get my self in the business." He said, shoving his left hand in his pockets, his hazel eyes sparkling.
[Ba'alik is the splicer gang leader.]
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"To show you what it looks like, so you can find it again," she responded dryly. As much as she liked his company - though for reasons she couldn't fully comprehend - she was a loner by nature. Sure she had Alexai and a few other friends, but she liked the solitude of being by oneself. It also gave her more of a chance to stay out of her parent's way no matter how hard they tried to get her to come back.
Her head snapped in the direction Green-eyes and stalked off to and her russet eyes widened when he pulled the Lion splicer out of the shadows. Ah sh!t. And it looked like the two knew each other. Just f*cking peachy. Narrowing her eyes, she grumbled something deep in her throat and looked away as she shoved her hands into the pockets in her pants. Whatever.
The link whistled in her ear, loud enough for only herself to hear. Cocking her head, she pressed the Bluetooth sized device and a screen came up and over one eye, delivering a message. Reading it quickly, she pressed the device again and the screen went away.
"Green-eyes," she called over to the male, not the stupid Lion. "I need to do something, can you find your way back here once the sun sets? That's usually around the time the street fights start."
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Rowan looked over at her, flashing on of his rare true smiles which seemed to light up his entire face. "Thanks sweethe - Isedon." he said, correcting himself midway. He pulled a small piece of glass out of his pocket and tapped it, revealing it to be a screen. Frowning at it, he turned it off and looked at Ba'alik apologetically. "I've gotta go, campsite emergency." Ba'alik grinned at him and clapped him over the shoulder. "I'll see you tonight Prince." He said, walking away and leaving Rowan and Isedon alone in the fight arena.
To break the awkwardness of it just being them, he smiled at her again before walking off, towards one of the cities many exits. He stopped and looked back at her, raising an eyebrow before asking her the question which had been bothering him. "Are you going to be at the fights this evening?"
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Holy mother... Isedon was stock still when he smiled since it light up his entire face. She blinked once, missing half his conversation with the Lion. The only word she processed was "prince". Wait what? This male couldn't be the Prince... could he? Sure Calluanul's crown prince had been put into forced exile... but wouldn't he also be a splicer? Green-eyes didn't have any animal features she could see.
Forcing her focus back to Green-eyes, she nodded. "Yea, I have a fight tonight," she responded. Turning to face a different directing, she gave a short bow, "Wareware wa futatabi au hi made," before sprinting off.
[[ Translation for your benefit; Until we meet again. ]]
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8:19pm Jul 27 2013
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Almost on instinct, Rowan returned the bow shallowly, and once she was gone he swore loudly and explicitly. How could he have been so stupid? Bows were a thing only royals did. Kicking himself, he shoved his hands into his pockets and brought up the eyes display of the quickest route out of the city. Following it at a quick walking pace, he made his way back to camp.
Butler had made good use of the materials that the Prince had bought earlier, creating a small, private wooden shelter a little way of and laying the furs down on all the covered floors to provide a sleeping area. Gesturing to the smaller area, Butler tossed him firewood, his arsenal of weapons and his belongs and pointed inside the area. "That's your spot Prince." He said with a small smirk, acknowledging that he was an ars*.
Rowan bit his lip and crouch-walked into the padded wooden structure which was about 2m x 2m in perimeter. Laying down his stiff and unpacking it into set places, he put on the amber claw he'd bought earlier and began to strap up with weapons. A blade was strapped to his wrist which could come out of its holster in less than a second, whilst a more lethal heavy jungle knife was strapped to his leg. A switch army pocket knife went into his trouser pocket and he pulled out his tail from under his tee shirt. His jacket also came off before he left the shelter and set up a small fire near it, placing a log and some furs to make a comfortable chair.
[Are the gang fighters allowed weapons?]
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[[ Yep. Though, what kind of weapon a person has is entirely up to them. For example, Rowan seems to like the weapons made with steel blades. Whereas Isedon is probably going to use plasma weapons. o3o ]]
Isedon took the quickest way out of the city. The message Alexai sent to her was not good news at all. The fights may have to be put on hold until this situation could be resolved. Apparently, some Xanan soldiers decided to cross the boarder unnoticed. Fortunately, one of the Russian's many spies picked up on them and sent word.
Her russet eyes narrowed slightly as the crimson in them glinted with wanton glee. Oh, this was going to be fun, a more sadistic part of her whispered. Killing was always fun. It came as naturally as breathing in some cases. Alexai's scent hit her as soon as she came around a small copse of trees. He stood in their shadows as he watched a few Xanan scouts slide through the underbrush below the hill they - Alexai and Isedon - were on.
"Think there's more?" Isedon asked as she came next to the Auphesix leader.
"There's always more. Behind the scouts would be a complete squad. Thirteen people max," he replied sparing Isedon a single look. "Think you're up to the challenge of a thirteen kill streak?"
She gave him a look that seemed insulted. "You dare insult me like that, Alexai?" she asked, her tone teasing and light. "Just let me at their sorry @sses and I'll make sure their sorry they set foot on Eris soil," she finished with a growl that had a digital tone to it.
"I don't insult. I merely speculate. You'll be alright for tonight's fight then?"
Isedon shot him a droll glare before returning her attention towards the Xanans. She crouched as her ears pointed and her canines grew out into fangs; small devices implanted beneath her skin able to make it so. Shedding her jacket and her gloves, she removed the gauntlet able to produce plasma claws. A farce, really. A broken device used to mask the real claws that were embedded in the tips of her fingernails. Along the outer curve of her forearms, a blade slide out, curving towards her back and ending in a jagged point. From her backside, a single black as night tail appeared, looking fox-like in nature.
"Make the ground red."
At his command, Isedon growled with acknowledgement. Her lips curled into a snarl. Lashing out the single tail, she disappeared into the brush and the scouts' death cries rose up into the air.
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Rowan's green eyes had been closed about an hour he the first distant scream hit their camp. The light was low ad his tail licked, his pulse speeding up. Butler was also awake, reaching for a plasma embedded sword and motioning for the Crown Prince too stay down. The screams ceased quiet suddenly, and Rowan's nose twitched as he took in the scent of fresh blood, coming from about a mile away. He cast a worried look to Butler and made a cut horizontally though the air, the universal sign for enemy. He also smelt the girl, Isedon, but something about her had changed dramatically. And the older, respected gang leader male who Rowan had considered chewing up and spitting out the night before. He shook his head and made a low, inhuman growling noise, taking off his shirt quickly as small changes rippled through his form.
His canines grew and his face slanted and changed to become more feline like. His tail lengthened and thick fur sprouted over his body, tearing his trousers. Dropping to all fours, Rowan let an ear splitting roar loose that had Butler scrambling back to his shelter, before he set out in a run. Making sure to stay downwind from the bloodbath, he inhaled the scents and gazed out to the gore ridden scene in mild interest, spotting Isedon among the bodies sprawled and littered across the earth. Hiding from view, he crept back into the cover of darkness, making his way back to the camp at a relaxed pace once he saw that he wasn't needed. On the way back he leisurely took a long drought of water from the stream and rubbed his sides against one of the trees on the outer perimeter of their camp, spreading his scent to mark his territory.
Making sure Butler couldn't see him, Rowan crept into his sleeping area, and changed back, rolling his shoulders and sighing. His full splicer form was uncomfortable, and his arms quaked for half an hour after each change. He pulled on a new pair of black trousers and a plain grey tee shirt with a long rip through the front. His black hair flopped over his right eye, but he made no move to flick it out of the way as he put all of his weapons back in the right spots, breathing in deeply and allowing the last ripples of change to leave him, fur sinking back into his skin and his fangs receding from his gums. He took in a long, deep breath and opened his eyes, his slit pupils adjusting the the light and his tail swishing the dead leaves away, his two last animalistic features clearly visible.
Butler came wearily out of his shelter, with his hands held high, a small frown on his face. He let a sigh of relief loose when he saw that Rowan had changed back, before proceeding to swear loudly and explicitly at the Prince. Rowan merely watched him with green slit pupiled eyes twinkling in amusement as Butlers worry and temper cooled. He noticed the time and stood, stretching and nodding to himself, checking his blades once more before walking out of the campsite towards the city, Butlers curses fading in the distance as the Royal guards temper flared. Rowan's tall frame entered the city at night, with him wasting no time as he got to the packed fight arena, scanning the crowds for gold or russet hair. His tail swished behind him and his eyes seemed more feline than usual in the bright light.
[Wow....... o.O I wrote a lot.... :3]
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[[ lol. And Rowan's not out of the woods just yet. I has something else planned for this little... twist. |3 ]]
During the fight with the scouts, she gain two more black energy tails. The three she had swayed around her feet as she crouched in the center of the fallen Xanan. Their screams had already alerted the squad of an Eris enemy, so Isedon just waited until she could take the squad down. Hopefully they'd come soon. She was getting a bit antsy.
A roar split the air and she jumped, not expected it. Russet eyes narrowed as she bared her canines, scenting the air. Nothing but blood, death, and wet soil. Though, her ears pricked when she heard the faint rustling of leaves and a faint, new, scent reached her nose. It wasn't something she had encountered before, but when it faded, she knew it wasn't a threat.
Heavy boot-falls alerted her of the approaching thirteen-man squad and she grinned, moving into a standing position with her feet spread shoulder-length apart and sideways, making herself a smaller target. But, she still stood a little hunched over. Fingers hooked into claws, making the plasma tipping her fingers gleam dangerously. Two more tails appeared at her backside and the five writhed behind her.
When the first man stepped into her sight, she took a step forward and vanished, reappearing behind the male as she removed his head with the blades coming off her forearms. The effects on the rest of the squad as instant. They begin yelling and firing their guns. She easily dodging the bullets and plasma shot, but the bang of the assault rifles were hurting her ears. Isedon decided to end this quickly, as much as she wanted to play with them.
Moving like lightning, she dispatched another five of the men with unnerving ease. Their blood matted her russet hair and coloured her skin red. Though, her white teeth were seen in a sadistic smile. The remaining seven stood their ground admirably, but she could see hesitation in their eyes. A bark of laughter left her throat, stunning the men. And she easily killed another two while they stood stock-still.
The five men left took off running.
Isedon scoffed, then her smile grew. She loved the chase. Almost as much as she loved to kill. Even more fun. Insane laughter left her, making her sound much like a hyena, before she took off after them. Two more tails sprouted and curled among the rest, increasing her speed. Reaching the slowest of the five, she slaughtered them easily, leaving their guts spread over the ground. The remaining three didn't look back, but she gained on them easily, sprouting another tail.
Two more mercilessly slaughtered and eight tails writhing and curling behind her. The last male left was faster than she anticipated and her final tail came out. A fierce, warped digital growl reverberated in her chest, echoing out across the forest. The male stopped in fear - his scent was rank with it - and she crashed into him, tumbling into the camp-ground used by Green-eyes and his companion.
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A tiger like growling sound came from Rowan's lips as he spun around and ran back to camp, hearing a shout from Butler. He reached the clearing within minutes and glared at the newcomer, recognising her russet hair but not recognising her. He groped the ground for a knife which he had dropped, his squabbling fingers finding nothing in the dirt. Butler had drawn his pistol and shot the man immediately after he'd entered the clearing, before retreating back into his shelter to give the Prince and the newcomer who he didn't recognise alone. Rowan's nostrils flared, an unusual pull in his chest growing as he continued to gaze at her warped form, taking in the nine tails and her animalistic features which tainted her form. His tail swished the ground, swiping at the dirt as he felt a ripple go through his form, but he held back a full change for the moment, a low growl sounding from his throat as he growled, a low primitive sound.
His eyes were completely feline and his hairs unnatural combination of blacks shone dimly in the light. His shirt ripped further as a change threatened to go though his form, and he shuddered as it came off altogether, and his muscles rippled unnaturally as his eyes shut for a second before he beathed in a deep breath and reopened his eyes and gazed at her bloodstained face. The pull in his chest was even stronger, strong enough that his left hand clawed at his chests middle. Stopping the clawing and recognising the female for who she was, he frowned and resettled what was left of his destroyed tee shirt beside him as he sat down heavily on his makeshift fur chair by the flickering flame which was alight a small way from his sleeping area.
Slit pupils famed by leaf green irises stared a her, as his tail flicked uneasily around him. Rowan's right hand ran through his hair twice before he layed it in his lap entwined with his left, both of them resting on top of the hilt if a large knife hilt. He gave her a genuine smile and leaned onward a little, settling himself into a more comfortable position before he spoke. "Sweetheart. You didn't tell me you were a splicer." He said with a strange smile. It was somewhere between a smirk and smile and it seemed to suit his face quiet well. The disappearing light cast angular shadows over his revealed muscular chest and his handsome features, even as he smiled at her, patiently watching her with a gaze of which spoke miles, it was reassuring, curious even.
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The suddenness of the light blinded her briefly and she lost the location on her prey as she rolled into a crouching position until she gained her sight back. She heard a gunshot and the nine energy tails curled up around her protectively. When she could see, Isedon noticed her prey was dead and a scowl curved her lips. A low, primal growl caught her attention and she removed her gaze from the dead Xanan soldier to Green-eyes.
Her head tilted to one side as she took in his changes. His muscles tensed and rippled beneath his shirt before it was torn off completely. As he sat down heavily in a fur chair, she noticed a feline tail flicking around uneasily. She also noticed the knife sitting in his lap and her lip curled into an involuntary snarl.
"Splicer? No. I'm not," she replied. Her voice digitally warped. She flexed her fingers, the crimson plasma claws disengaged. As did the blades off her forearms. "Parents made me like this. A weapon." Her nine tails fanned out before dissipating as she fell back onto her butt.
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Rowan shivered uneasily at her voice, not liking the harsh sound coming from her mouth. The desire to change left him completely, with him taking a final deep breath to steady it before he looked at her impassively. "I'm guess you were the one causing all of the screaming from this pathetic lot?" He asked, with a tilt of his head toward the dead solider sprawled on the ground. He bit his bottom lip, frowning slightly as he spotted her russet eyes taking in his splicer features. It made him a bit unnerved when people did that, like he was any different from them.
"Your parents?" He asked in a rough voice, ending the question in a low growl. A stream of colorful word burst out of his lips, his willpower quelling it moments after it began, with him just residing to gaze at her mostly humanoid figure. "Why?" He asked, his Irish accent more defined than ever as he raked his gaze down her again, a small furrow forming in his brow.
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Isedon grinned, showing off slightly bloodied teeth. "Got that right. Xanans have no business in Eris. Got no business in Calluanul," she said as she moved to stand up. Though, she kept her weight off her left leg. "Its like the Holocaust all over again."
"Yes my parents. They're also the reason why I have more scars all over my body than anybody else." She rubbed of some of the blood on her arms, showing light silvery scars lining her forearms and the angry red burn wrapping around her left upper arm. "As to why, I truly have no idea. I can only guess that I was to be the first in a little project they were working on for the family company. But since we were exiled from Corivas, that project went down the drain."
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Rowan's lip
curled into the shadow of a snarl at the thought of Isedon's parents,
seeing Butler move out of the corner of his eye and watching the guard
settle down to sleep as he spoke. "I don't like the sound of these parents of
yours sweetheart." The sentence ended with a growling undertone, the
Crown Price's anger flaring slightly as she showed him her burn. His own
scar throbbed sympathetically, causing him to roll his neck in
discomfort. Why the hell am I so damn attached??? He
though, bringing himself back to the conversation in a flash, not
wanting to know the answer to such a question. He had, of course, been
educated on what the pull in his chest meant when he was a cub, but he
had never imagined it would actually happen to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes shifting from Isedon's shadowy form to the amber light of the fire which cast shadows over the panes of his face.
[I swear, if this computer eats my replies once more.......]
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[[ lolz
And I has brain fart... o3o]]
Isedon ginned when she heard him growl at the mere mention of her parents. Her head tilted upwards as the firelight made the red in her eyes glint in amusement. "Neither do I,h" she responded. "But at least I can choose not to live with them anymore."
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