Crack Bones With Blind Aggression [DM?]
His wounds healed, he set out to the battlefield with yet another fight in mind. What else could he do save for honing his skills and getting stronger? Seifer sauntered along beside him, the red marked shadow beast and the blood stained fallen angel, a perfect duo if there ever was one. Scarred from old fights, some fresher then others, Sin trekked the fields in search of a new opportunity, a new face perhaps. He didn't care who or what, his last fight had been against a cripple who posed no challenge, while the other had been a greater challenge then he'd expected. Still, the tiger was on the top of the list for best fight so far. And he was sure nobody would best that. The pale beast eyed the landscape, he'd gotten used to his one sided blindness so far, and Seifer aided him when he needed it. Tattered left ear held strong, the three scars across his face wrinkling as he peeled inky lips back to reveal yellowed fangs.
Pausing in the center of a good sized clearing filled with the melting slush of snow, he knew the ground wouldn't have very good traction, but that was better. He needed the challenge, and it would do good to learn how to use the terrain to ones advantage or disadvantage. Seifer stifled an amused grin, crimson eyes peering at his companion. "A bit of a gamble, no?" Sin turned to him, a mischievous grin reflected back. "All the more fun. Keep an eye out, I'm sure there are low lives lurking about ready to cheat an 'unsuspecting' old man." He chuckled, his mock tone hidden beneath amusement. As he tilted his head back to call for an opponent, Seifer slipped away into the shadows to scan the area for any incoming challengers.
"Sin Speaks" & "Seifer Speaks" |
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The moment Cypress heard the howl of that man, that thrice damned man he knew he had to act. It was as if a fire had been ignited in his very soul, the flames licking higher with every breathe that escaped his body. He would rise, not in a hurry, oh no, he rose slowly. His bi-colored eyes would flash open, fire burning within them. He would not move for a long moment. He would merely breathe in, filling his lungs with oxygen for what felt like the first time since Arian had died. The seconds seemed to tick by in slow motion. He felt purpose stirring within his core. He felt need beckon from within his brain, within his soul. For the first time since speaking with his children he felt that spark back once again. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen. But Cypress knew he had to go to that call. He had to get there first. ...and like a bat out of hell, Cypress tore from the den. His paws ate up the distance as if it was nothing, working on covering the distance to the battlefield. It was a lumbering, stumbling gait, but even his limp was ignored right now. So long as he didn’t plant face first into the ground he didn’t care. That fire was burning out of control now, consuming his thoughts, consuming anything other than pure rage and desire. Cypress had never felt this infuriated before. It was as if, in one moment, that depression had broken and switched to rage as easily as one might flick a switch. All at the sound of a howl. He would arrive, not slowing until the devil was in sight. That blood stained bastard, the true demon that haunted his nightmares. Valentine in respect was no more than a mere fly buzzing in his ear. No, it was Sin that deserved every ounce of fire and fight within the silver man. Perhaps his body had been waiting for this all along. Cypress would arrive with chest heaving, spittle flying from his mouth as he snarled at Sin. “Out for more blood, Sin?” His voice was cold and sharp, the steely edge of a dagger dripped in poison. “Was my wife not enough? Was her state, weakened and crippled, not a good enough victory?” He spat. Oooh he was ready. Gods he was so ready to tear into this man. “...do you think you could do it again?” His voice was deathly calm now as he straightened, eyeing the man with his bicolored orbs. “Do you think you could kill someone in a stronger state of mind?” A challenge left his lips, daring Sin to take the bait. Daring him to attack first. “Or do you not have the balls to risk your life in a real challenge?” Cypress would sink into a defensive stance, preparing himself for Sin’s potential attack; ears pinned, eyes narrowed, jaws parted, stance widened, weight evenly distributed, knees bent, claws biting the soil, tail and head aligned with his spine, and hackles raised. “Your move.” No, he would not make the choice of what kind of match this was. He would not technically "start" this fight. But he sure as hell was going to finish it. |
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