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Post by Malyre on Feb 11, 2008 23:07:54 GMT -5
Malyre peeked quietly at the incoming group of people and then back at Ohanzee as the assassin registered his warning. Although as soon as the h'ortom realized that the er pri was staring into his eyes, he looked away to low grounds. He was scared, more because of the man in front of him than his words, but his body language didn't show much of his fright.
The h'ortom wants a hood in his cloak, now.
He stepped back further from the er pri and took on a more withdrawn posture. Other h'ortoms would've laughed and commented on his weak response. Wolves were supposed to growl when feeling threatened, one would think. Although oddly enough, no one would have concluded that Malyre seemed like a wimp. His body language was too soft and eerie to be called 'scared'.
Still disconnecting his eyes to the er pri's glance, he continued to back off quietly, refusing Ohanzee's offer with silence. He didn't want to turn his back on the stranger, however.
He waited for the group to go away.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Feb 11, 2008 23:31:11 GMT -5
Ohanzee watched the h'ortom closely. He was entering his stupor again, pushing out the Haze and enjoying the pleasant euphoria of being relaxed and not on guard. He crossed the path of the retreating wolf, watching intently as the silver haired wolf took another step backwards.
Ohanzee was a bastard...but he wasn't that frightening.
The Er Pri wasn't watching where he was going. As he entered the treeline, he stepped into the shadows that the light of the sky was projecting on the ground. He disappeared into the shadows. With a blink, he looked around the inverted world of grays and groaned. His Shadow Magic had flared and he had been thrown into the world. He stummbled around, looking for a way out.
He finally stepped out, blinking owlishly and peered at the pack of head with silver hair.
"Dude...that's a trip...I don't recommend..." Ohanzee muttered. He stepped forward and pitched forward, bumping into the back of the h'ortom: his foot was caught in the Shadows. He groaned and yanked at his leg. It popped free and he fell backwards, landing next to and looking up at the silver haired h'ortom.
"Hullo again," Ohanzee said brightly. He acted as if he hadn't just done something incredibly stupid.
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Post by Malyre on Feb 11, 2008 23:49:23 GMT -5
As Malyre looked up tentatively, he realized that the er pri man had disappeared. He gaped a very short bit, then turned it into a loud gasp as Ohanzee popped into him from behind. Malyre also recognized that Ohanzee has been stung by the needles he had set up all over himself. Staring at the stumbling man, he was quite unsure if Ohanzee was falling due to the needles or that he was just not very sane.
He said hello.
Malyre stared down, legs unmoving. He was certain that his needles didn't do that. The h'ortom remained silent and stared at the other beast man. Although he was used to complying, the situation was a tad too strange and he knew that the assassin was going to faint soon.
He didn't give the h'ortom a chance to tell him to not touch him.
But there were others who are approaching. Malyre wanted to avoid trouble and confusion. He stepped softly away, wanting to leave before the er pri's friends, or so he assumed, come into the scene.
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Post by Ohanzee Shawl on Feb 29, 2008 16:35:18 GMT -5
Ohanzee's cursed silently as he felt the toxins and poisons slowly begin to render him unconcisous. His eyes flashed into an emotionless stare as he committed the h'ortom to memory. Struggling to his side, he reached over and slapped a hand down into a shadow.
"You damn wolf..." he hissed darkly. His words slurred lightly and his vision blurred, but he shook his head. "Don't think you won't see me again pet." He sent out a pulse of shadow magic and, in a flash, disappeared into the Shadows. He looked around blearily and fished out a needle and injector. The compact machine hissed as he slammed it into his thigh. The Cure-All potion flooded his veins. It couldn't stop the toxins...those had already kicked in. But at least this way, he wouldn't die.
"I hate sleeping in the shadows..." he grumbled darkly, eyes finally closing. He fell into unconsciousnesses while remaining in the Shadow Plane.
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Celyn
Level 3
This be Kloe. Yarr.
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Post by Celyn on Mar 11, 2008 16:34:05 GMT -5
Celyn paused a moment, considering his options. The laritko was very kind to offer assistance, but at the same time a faint flare of pride glimmered in his spirit. He had managed to get this far on his own. Seraph had sent him to do this quest. Seraph had confidence in him. But.. on the other hand, he was basically helpless by himself. He didn't have any magic, and he certainly couldn't fight- even if he wanted to.
All he could really do was fly and flee... and we all know how well that went. So, whatever pride he felt at that moment didn't last long. Resigned, more out of weariness than anything, he managed a small smile as Iria offered support. "Thank you.. I'm not sure if I could walk very far on my own."
He'd let Iria support him- but he would walk by himself. The niveh didn't want to trouble his newfound friend more than necessary. As a being sent down to earth with all his abilities limited, he wanted to at least keep a semblance of being worth his weight. If not to others, then to himself.
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Post by Iria on Mar 11, 2008 17:01:59 GMT -5
Iria watched closely as the colors flickered, still breaking his normal rules about reading someone... but it was still necessary. At least that's what he was going to tell himself until for the moment. Magic was somewhat addictive, even subconscious magic, and he usually tried to be as responsible as he could about it, simply out of the knowledge that if he didn't bad things would probably come of it.
The Laritko was almost convinced that Celyn wasn't going to take him up on his offer by the time the other boy answered... He had only a brief moment of the pride taking backseat to another emotion, and the sudden switch took him by surprise for a brief moment when the other answered. Iria didn't bother trying to let the emotions tell him what they were, answering the words instead, simply saying, "Probably not, it'll be easier this way". He moved closer to slip an arm around the angel, taking most of his slight weight onto himself.
Being surprised by things people said was another reason to not let the colors tell him too much. When he concentrated on them, he was so intwined in trying to predict things by what emotions were foremost, that he was completely thrown off by when the emotions switched to something he hadn't had the time to identify specifically yet... And with how complex people were, there were lots of different shades of emotions.
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