[Citadel] Devil’s Trap
12-17-2024, 03:38 AM
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It’d been quite some time since the mossy, reseda jacketed cacodemon festered upon the savages of war, sienna and smoky-umber timbres parching beneath autumn’s butterscotch blush. Albeit, that didn’t besmear or debar the perils that lay atrophy atop this vast, portland-orange and carmine stained plain.
Ironic, isn’t it?
To see how many had withered in this wauling battlefield’s malediction, or perhaps they were just lacking and ignoble.
She, for one, procured no stoicism nor time for foolhardy dogs; so who, pray tell, would impose an a more tonic opportunity? A low, chasmic rumble bludgeoned from the pits of Lebraid’s gut, achromic eyes pulling taut over the medallion, ruinated scenery, daring to pervade the very soul of mother earth’s creation —— diabolic, ominous, cataclysmic. She bore no less of a hadean demeanour, of course, hackles arising like raw, electrostatic zaps as her skin itched with suspense, unrest, a need to manumit. Before, there was a boy of venetian, stygian and chalk, proving themselves gutsy and, well, interesting -- however, it was as if those slumbering nightmare’s had melded into reality, briefly -- plaguing similitudes in what she saw, and what she’d once known. Why that is, she did not know. Muscles jittery, eerie thrums lulled past cimmerian jowls, eldritch and wraithlike; there was truly no telling what she may or may not do, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was the gory byproduct of a woman who feared naught, and necrotised all those who stood in her goddahm-fucking way.
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Citadel
Songbird
Expert Fighter (190)
Advanced Hunter (100)
age
Pup
Pup
gender
Male
Male
gems
544
544
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-17-2024, 09:57 AM
Citadel had been sneaking out since he was just a boy. He was well practiced at dodging his packs patrols, and knowing when his parents would be busy. Now? Now… he was still a boy. But a larger, braver one. Old enough to know there was danger, but young enough to think he was immune to it.
He trotted onto the battlefield, and his raven immediately spotted the stranger that was already there. Angling his path towards them, Citadel trotted fearlessly their way. He grinned at the stranger, golden eyes bright with curiosity. “Here for a spar?” He asked her, looking her up and down and putting on an expression that seemed to say he wasn’t impressed with what he saw. Smartass that he was.
8 hours ago
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It had become rather religious of the god's to aspersion the cacodemon with, well, children, yet magnitude seemed to brandish no comparison; lurid, stormy eyes glazed against the unclad, flaxen battlefield, revelling in its caterwauling disparities and carmine spillages.
No end, no hell, just a crater of nihility and demise. An ear would flick, military, lichen hackles marshalling like a sea of flames as her demeanour fouled heavy with competition, albeit the vetifer and patchouli aroma's. Lebraid would turn, crown somewhat crooked as it lumbered low in armament, giobules of saliva sagging from those stark-ivory cuspids -- cynical, chiasmic bellows wretched from the pits of her gut -- nonchalant also, to say the least. They were not a dire, but a paleo of sorts, doused in dramatised hues of ocean cadet, chathmas blue's, where elephant roan's melded in chorus to its moonless base, lightly blushed by a pale, mabel snow as glitsy, molten-gold orbs enlivened against it all. Atop, shards of quartz rooted themselves like a crown, and the wolf strummed a guttural scoff. Was it a show of regency? Bloodline? Or, mayhap a luckless parturition? Truthfully, she couldn't care less who or what they were, because even a prince wasn't impressive enough; grave, rotund snarls gouged like a nightmarish wyvern, malefic and bellicose as she set her defences.
"Maybe," She began, vocals droll and nebulously raw, "If that's what you want."
An enticement of sorts, Lebraid dared them to make the first move —— you see, intelligence didn't come from dottiness nor naivety, and an itch seared beneath the skin, avid and rapt, yet composed, for now. Who knows what will happen, right?
Exposed vs Citadel for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: 3
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Fighter and Intellectual
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