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10-14-2014, 12:34 AM
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Grimmrot I cannot say why I have decided that sinking my horn into another's flesh is an exciting recreational activity for me to participate in, but hey, if other people are going to do it then why can't I? I'm certainly not a warrior, but that doesn't stop me from charging towards my opponent with expensive silks billowing out behind me. If anything, the battle to come is just a poor excuse for a catwalk, and I’m only here to showcase my Gypsy heritage with the garments that I wear. The gold holding the rich cloth together is dazzling with the sun rays shining down on it, and as much as I want to appreciate the beauty of it I have little time to waste; when one is so small in comparison to another, one must take advantage of every opportunity. With the sun almost at its peak before me the only thing I have going my way (other than being blinded by the massive orb whenever I look up, which is just great) is that the metal of my costume might blind the stallion that I am racing towards. I certainly have enough of the reflective material on me, so why shouldn't my plan work? Taking extra care not to drag the luxurious purple tendrils through the little creek, I make a massive bound over the water and land on the other side of it with a thud. I look back to check over my costume while my legs are still moving, and a thundercloud of disappointment dampens my mood when I see that I've ruined the silk. The ethereal (and imaginary) mass of particles hovering above me turns into something far more dangerous as I snap my head back around to face the dappled beast. My exasperated cry of, "Oh for the Gods' sake!" transforms into some more monstrous as the bulk of my fury is released in a cry of outrage. "YOU MADE ME GET IT WET, MOTHERFUCKER!" Needless to say, I quite suddenly have a reason for being here. “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!” With fresh earnestness amongst my intentions of stabbing the hulking man wherever I can reach him, I press onwards in the efforts of closing the gap between us. At first it is that big fat rump of his that I want to press my horn into, but upon closer inspection I decide that that is probably not a good idea; one kick from a monster as big as him and I’ll no longer care about the state of my attire. I redirect my flying legs so that I can try to aim my dagger at his chest, meaning to stain the tip of my horn a much bloodier color than the violet it already is. My ears pin down against the whistle of the wind and my dark locks fly back to mingle with the air, but my agile legs – wanderer’s legs – do nothing less than carry me onwards in my assault. While the rest of my body prepares itself for the bloodshed sure to come, my molten pools take in the stag’s exterior, seeking out some sort of injury to exploit but admiring his figure instead. Even as I charge towards him in an attempt at skewering him from the front, I can’t help but to be attracted to the shimmer of the light on his hide, or the way that his muscles move beneath his coat. As much as I hate the man for raining on my parade -- and as little as I can see him with the blinding sun behind his form -- he really is quite the model. Maybe if you had not made me ruin my clothes than I’d look at you out of lust, and not of vehemence. "talk talk talk" {WC: 636|Attack: 1/2|Closing: 0/1 @[Jakar] Costume: She is wearing Gypsy robes! They're made of thin silk, almost transparent, and they are purple in color. An almost weightless train of the fabric follow behind her when she walks, writhing about her in the wind almost as if they are tails. More billows of fabric hang about her neck, covering her breast in a scarf-like fashion and pinning at her shoulders with large gold clasps. The ends of the chest piece hang down her sides, also writhing in the wind whenever she moves. Four strips of gold attach to the clasps on both of her shoulders, forming stiff arcs around her chest that are far enough away from her body so that they do not restrict her movements. Summary: Grimmrot charges towards Jakar from the other side of the creek, leaping over it and thus getting her costume wet, which angers her to the point that she gallops towards him with her horn aimed at his chest. Finds him rather handsome even when she wants to kill him. ;D} Just watch my fire continue to burn
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