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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 4:05 pm
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya was briefly curious if the jaguar woman was a screamer...but she wasn't one when scared or startled. She looked up at him as he explained what happened for the most part, and took notice of the weird clothes she now wore. Though her attention was returned back to him as he did something strange, something she never saw before. "How did you do that?" the real question she wanted to ask is where were they and why did it get hotter the further down they went. Taking a chance, Tanya looked down to see if there could be an explanation...there was. It was lava about 130 below them. Now she was scared. She didn't want to die, so she just held on to Christian tighter. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: ⋙
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 6:34 am
Ryu Kenshin-Tengoku "Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Christian Jackson Myers Christian shrugged. "Our natural magic tends to take different forms depending on the user at times," he said quietly, glancing down and blinking at the molten rock. "I'm what's known among Arcadians, the faction with 'human hearts', as an Aristo, meaning I can use magic with virtually no loss of energy and/or strength, he said quietly. He wrapped his hand around the 'rope' and focused. The rope seemed to reel them upward, apparently melding into his hand and skin as it 'reeled' them upward. "Personally, I don't give a damn about the war between Katagaria and Arcadian; I'd rather live life with my mate away from the daily bull s**t of natural Were-Hunter life," he said dryly as they went upward slowly but steadily. "Sometimes between mates an empathic or telepathic bond forms, meaning they feel each other's emotions or can communicate mind to mind directly; some I've known can even use those kinds of bonds to track one another if one's in trouble," he said with faint amusement.<~OOC:
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:56 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya was able to understand the first part of what he was saying. But when he spoke about a war, she was lost, then was able to understand again as he started to explain things again. "Sounds handy...so if you're an Arcadian...what am I? Why is there a war between the two races?" she asked curiously. She was also wondering if it was her magic or his that caused the hot spring to collaps... ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: ⋙
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 9:21 am
"Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Christian Jackson Myers Christian sighed. "I don't know for sure, though it doesn't really matter," he said. "Long ago, probably around eight thousand years or so, a king named Lycaeon married a Apollite woman and upon her death realized his twin sons were doomed to the same fate to die as she was; he experimented with magicks to alter his sons and changed them, spliced the magical nature of a variety of beasts, including dragons, with them; as a result, he created 'Were-Hunters', our kind. Apollites are cursed in three ways: they cannot go out in the sunlight without burning alive, they must feed on the blood of their own kind, and they die at the age of twenty seven. To live beyond that timespan, they feed on living souls, usually human, by taking the soul into themselves; also as a result of Lycaeon's 'alterations', we live roughly eight hundred to a thousand years easily. The Moirae, the Greek Fates, were angry at Lycaeon's hubris for changing his sons to avert what should have been their fate and cursed his sons and their progeny to neverending war between them," he explained.<~OOC:
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 10:13 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya only nodded in reply as she thought about what he said, but before she could think further on it, something seemed to grab at her ankle and yank her down hard. Tanya held onto Christian as it continued to yank at her without mercy, looking down though, she only saw the lava. It seemed that someone was using magic to pull her down. As Christian went up, the bind on her ankle pulled her down.
Tanya tried kicking her legs free, but it didn't work, instead it only made the caster of the spell start to pull on both her legs. "Christian I'm caught on something... or someone won't let me leave this pit." she spoke a bit frantically. She never dealt with much magic, let alone magic like this and she had no control or knowledge over her own magic if she had any. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: ⋙
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:20 pm
"Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Christian Jackson Myers Chrisitian felt her slip as he focused. An instant later they materialized at the top of the pit. He noticed a faint gleam momentarily of red deep into the pit from an alcove. "Sorry, but I've never been that skilled at flashing," he admitted sheepishly. He noticed the skin was noticeably reddened around her right ankle in a ring and less so on her other ankle before a blast of steam shot upward from the pit from the water that had been in the hot spring's pool. He was better with offensive or defensive spells based in spiritual energy most of the time.<~OOC:
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 9:54 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya only nodded and examined her ankles. She knew of no creature but one that could do any magic like this. The jaguar woman...she wanted to get rid of Tanya so the woman could have Christian...and Tanya took that as a challenge. Standing up, she ran out of the cave, shifting to her panther form, the clothes forgotten behind her. She knew what the woman smelled like, but now she just needed to find her. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: lol we need to come up with a more wild name for christian... ⋙
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:11 am
"Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Christian Jackson Myers Christian shot out after Tanya. He didn't like the idea Daimons might have found this realm. They were cursed to feed on living souls to enlongate their lives, but because those souls weren't in the body meant for them, the souls eventually died in the foreign host. "Tanya!! It wasn't Juliette, but something else!!" he yelled.<~OOC: How about 'Chui'? It's Swahili for leopard; closest thing I could find to "panther", unfortunately.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 10:20 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya stopped when he mentioned that it wasn't the jaguar woman, returning to his side, she wondered just what it was that wanted her dead. "Who else could it be that wants me dead?" she questioned. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: that works ^_^ ⋙
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:01 am
"Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Chui Chui sighed. "I get the sense something was too damn simple about what happened back there, not to mention the damned Daimon that stuck his head out of the alcove I noticed in the pit, which really bothers me," he said quietly. A low growl was noticeable in his voice, a sign he truly disliked Daimons. "They're cursed in three main ways: they can't go into sunlight without burning alive, they feed on the blood of their own kind, and they die at the age of twenty seven; before that age, they're known as 'Apollites', but afterward, if they should live beyond that age by taking in someone else's soul into themselves, they are known as 'Daimons'. In essence, they're the origin of what most humans know as vampires... only they feed on living souls in addition to blood," he said grimly. <~OOC:
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:15 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya sighed in turn and glanced up at him. "So this daimon wanted to kill me for my blood and soul....I would have put up a fight before I let any of that happen." she answered softly. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: ⋙
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:26 am
"Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Chui Chui smiled fractionally as he shifted to human form. "Too bad for him I marked him with a very special mark that allows me to track him for a while," he said quietly. "You're likely as strong as or stronger magically than me, since by birth you have some magic anyway; if you focus and concentrate, you'll sense the magic within you. Bending it to your will isn't that hard to do with a little practice," he said quietly. "Most of the magic I know is spiritually based, meaning it uses a form of spirit energy," he said quietly. Yazekoge, he thought as his forefinger and middle finger ignited into a white hot flame, apparently burning off. "This one's fairly basic and can be put out with water like any flame; the higher ones are more flashy, though some can be used for practical things," he said, waggling his fingers to show they hadn't burned off. He knelt, sticking his fingers into a puddle which released a burst of steam as the flames dissipated.<~OOC:
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:15 am
—¤÷Ҭanya Ƀlack÷¤— •°o.O O.o°••°o.O O.o°• "The forest holds beautiful and precious things." ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± Ҭanya watched in awe as he showed her his magic, finding the flame beautiful. But what she didn't understand is what he meant that she had magic since she was born. As far as she could tell, she could only become human or change back to a panther, not inbetween like he could. "Thats nice and all, but I don't know how to use any of that, and fire is not to be played around with right?" she asked softly. ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± "Never turn your back on an outsider." ⋘ OOC: ⋙
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:29 am
Ryu Kenshin-Tengoku "Music is a language everyone, human or otherwise, understands clearly..." Chui Chui shrugged. "Sometimes it's that magic within that can spell the difference between surviving with injuries and death," he said softly. A faint smile crossed his face as he shifted his weight, revealing a scar in the shape of a fanged bite on his inner right thigh without realizing it. "Some of the spells, such as Beniikazuchi, can distract more than injure, and that spell in particular fits its name well. It translates as 'Crimson Thunder'," he said quietly. <~OOC:
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:42 pm
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