[M] SNAP!!

Alaki · 02-04-2011, 10:23 AM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.
Word Count: 637

In Character

The fingers upon his right hand tightened around his Katana's handle, the black cord providing suitable grip. He continued to run his other hand down the length of the blade, his finger gently moving along the edge. Pushing slightly into the blade his finger stopped close to the point, his eyes turning to rest upon Liev.

Was the grey male being serious? How could he even consider letting such filth walk away unscratched after all of that? It seemed so illogical. A slow sigh passed through his lips, his hand reaching to his head as he shook it side to side in disbelief. “You see, that's the very problem. You shouldn't have to talk them into leaving” his expression darkened slightly, eyes narrowing and lips curling back to reveal teeth. “They should know better than to approach in the first place.” he paused, considering his next words “And, tossers like him” a dark hand vaguely indicated in J'Adore's direction “need to be taught rather than talked to. They need to learn that approaching Anathema borders and crossing them is not okay.”

His blue eyes returned to watching J'Adore, tracking his movements; his every breath, every twitch. He would miss nothing and would be ready for the male if he choose to make a move. But maybe the freak had seriously gone chicken? For he was begging for help, a truly delightful sight to see. “Sooo weak. Sooo pathetic. When the the temperatures gets hot he can't handle the heat, so he goes crying for help” he spat at the ground and shook his head in disgust, his black hair swaying with the movement. So pathetic, how had he ever been bested by such a weak fool? A low chuckle came from the male, he must have been on a really off day. Oh the embarrassment to have lost to such a weakling.

Shifting his body, he moved into a basic fighting stance. He'd read over the books he'd found along side his weapon and they were mainly about looking after it, very little about using it. But from the diagrams, he'd been able to make out one or two stances, not that they would be any use. Yet, since he had the Katana with him he might as well strike a pose and look the part, then aim to chop like you would with any old knife; that way he might manage to do some damage, and if all else fails he can hit J'Adore with it. All that mattered was that he looked the part, for how was j'Adore to know that he couldn't actually use the weapon?

As he prepared for his attack, he watched as J'Adore continued to grovel. Nothing he said interested him until the mention of a necklace. Then everything froze, his body stiffening into the fighting stance,his surroundings seemed to move in slow motion. Necklace? My necklace? “Jay' necklace...” he whispered with a pained voice. His eyes widened, the bright blue eyes freezing like the rest of him, he stood there simply staring at J'Adore.

Light reflected from his blade as he altered the angle he held it at. He heard nothing, Liev's attempts at persuading him to not fight fell upon death ears. His knees bent slightly and then he kicked off, charging towards J'Adore. “So it was you? You mother fucking filthy child of a whore!” he screamed at the tan male which was soon followed up by a loud feral growl.

Everyone had heard about seeing red. Very few seemed to take the saying seriously, but he was going to see red. He was going to coat everything as far as the eye could see with the dirty pile of shit's blood.

This was no longer a game, this was personal.

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