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wear it like a bruise or blackeye [Erebos vs. Oizys]

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Aurora Basin General atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: Four HP: 75.5 | Buff: DANCE
Orsino :: Plain Kitsune :: Dark Illusions & Enyo :: Common Griffon :: Draining Clutch Heather
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EREBOS
They needed to be better, faster, stronger, a carnivorous essence of a cold land. They needed to be vicious machinations and unwavering blades, chiseled animosity and feral, savage beasts – another set of legendary foes and guardians to pass down to generations thereafter, aspirations of the diabolical, of the impenetrable. The notion ate at him, night after night, patrol after patrol, into the morning hours when he couldn’t sleep, when all he saw were visions of greatness, chaos, or iniquity. It hissed in his dreams. It pulsed in his heart. It twisted and turned in his soul. He knew too, that it was more than just them, his merry band of Amazons, his knife-wielding clan of savages -
 
He needed to be better.
 
So he ground determination in his chest, allowed it to beat at him in his slumber until he awakened on the brink of annihilation and abhorrence, seeing blood behind his eyes, calamity throughout his skull, reaching, taking, pillaging, plundering. Eventually, he could hear it in the wind, in the snow, in the rush of calculations and the art of defiance, sweeping him up in the glow of the wild, immoral unknown. The prince, the General, the little fool with his blend of valor, of triumph, of decadence, wondered if they wanted that too – and if he should just ask them all.
 
He’d test them first though, one by one, scrutinize, smile, smirk, snicker, fall apart at the seams; carry the weight of a million on his shoulders until there’d be nothing left but his muscles, his sinew, his flesh, melded and molded from sedition and irreverence. Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was the allure of danger, of potency, of distinction, but they’d reign supreme, one way or another: by stepping on his proffered bones or gliding on the waves of his command.
 
The beast led his compatriot over the heathen reaches of ice and rime, down into the corridors and pathways drawn by savages before them, Orsino on his heels, Enyo only obliged the courtesy of watching, of witnessing (too young to be snared in the throng of infernal ramparts; but she’d have her day eventually). The kitsune snickered and smirked, caught in the tethers of battle again, already brimming with calculations and cruelty, but the youth only continued onward, into the catacombs of the Heart Caves, where they stood sculpted in the first opening – the sanctuary (and here Orsino laughed, cackled madly across their connection, because he had no intentions it remaining such a calling). The room was dark, balanced out by the sanctions of fire and lava glistening across its walls, a haven of brutality lurking below the surface, and it’d serve them well – two titans ready to clash, ready to fight. “How about here?” He remarked, all smiles, ruin, and abomination, two steps into havoc already, muscles coiled, eager and fervent, keen for the fray, for the fight, for Oizys to show him what she was made of, for him to finally uncoil, to unleash, to unveil. 


[0/3. 503 words. Erebos vs Oizys Spar.
Setting: Heart Caves, Sanctuary portion. Dark room, but has glimmers of light from the nearby fire/lava. Likely inhabited by stalactites and stalagmites.
 
You can have first move Snow! I’m excited! ^_^]

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wear it like a bruise or blackeye [Erebos vs. Oizys] - by Erebos - 04-09-2017, 05:49 PM

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