[M] The Bell Tolls for Thee

Freetown Greed and Nyx

POSTED: Tue Apr 18, 2017 12:57 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC: Backdated the March 17th

In numerous texts mankind would celebrate its constructs praising them for their resilience. Some of these monoliths of the forgotten era withstood the test of time while others collapsed into rubble. Luckily the night hid these failures, and only those remaining would ever be illuminated by the next generation. Lanterns scattered about the reclaimed town fought off the dark with ease but found their true struggle combating the torrent of rain. Flames danced between the drops in a ballet of light and dark. The heaven's seemed to take pity on the blight of the flickering cinder as bolts of light shattered the ashen sky. Beneath the sky a wind tore through the streets rustling the fur of the numerous rats that plagued the streets and their hostages. Unfortunately, the gravity of the situation was lost on those bound in rope.

"How many necklaces do you think she has?" pale blue eyes glanced over the stern faced woman. His golden tinged brother leaned in despite the snarl of the blind whipping boy. "At least a hundred." The black furred Collis, owner of the blue eyes, stared at yellow tinged Elias "Are you daft? No way in hell that's a hundred you dumb bastard!" The curly furred amputee snarled at the jabbering Labradors which halted their argument for only a second. Philip, the brown furred brother, sighed as he watched the two bicker. "Quiet! You sound like a couple of clucking chickens!" The duo paused staring at their brother in shock. "Clearly, the number is forty two," his amber gaze turned to the visibly angered woman "Go on now, you can tell us. I'm right aren't I?" The seemingly battered boy proceeded to slam the umber merchant's head into the muddied ground, this would prove effective but the long awaited silence would soon come to an end.

A demon had entered the ravaged town, a serpent that had been summoned by an unsuspecting rat. What awaited the pot bellied dog sent shivers down his spine, a beast whose eyes pierced into his soul. Was this thing real? Was this a nightmare? The shadows had cloaked the monster, only flickers of light exposed the war torn body hidden by the darkness. He knew what he needed to do but something instinctual in him told him to run, to run far and run fast. His feet started to shift until a rough paw grabbed him by the shoulder, causing the panicked canine to jump. "What's wrong Gerald? He won't bite." Her gaze looked up towards the giant that waited in the darkness, "He wouldn't dare." These words proved enough to give the pudgy bull the courage to grab hold of the water logged crate.

Such insolent little pests, their confidence would've been humorous if it weren't so sickening. Wrath bit his tongue knowing what was at stake. He would let the children have their fun, he knew what lay in wait for them. Soon, the world be cleansed of their pathetic lives.
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It had been a long night.

Nyx had been informed of the predicament that the brothers of sin had found themselves backed into. Three merchant brothers, ones that the sin of Wrath had sworn to defend, had been taken hostage, and upon threat of death, the captors had demanded that Wrath himself bring them a crate of loot, unarmed, and alone. This was their first mistake, in demanding that the guard dog himself be the one to deliver their goods. They had gotten too cocky for their own good, and this would be their downfall.

The downfall that Nyx would inevitably help to bring about.

She had been unnerved by the request that had been presented to her by her brothers, that she help them to formulate and carry out a plan to free the captive merchants, and that this would most likely involve the necessary deaths of those that served as their captors. Nyx had killed before, once in New Dawn, and that person had not deserved her fate. These people did... At least this was what the Malphas kept telling herself as she trailed along a ways behind the demon warrior that she called brother, keeping to the shadows, possessing no heavy equipment save for the pair of daggers that would get their second taste that day, of the life blood that ran through a luperci, and drained quickly and completely if a cut was administered to the right place.

Nyx could hear faint voices in the distance, her tan tipped ears standing alert as the female crept along silently. Her keen sense of smell and hearing told her that there were no guards in the surrounding area, and that all of them were at the sight of the exchange. This was their second mistake.

The snow white warrior would soon change, she would turn herself into a dog, a demon, for the sake of her brothers, and she was prepared to kill, until her pure white fur, and the pure white light within her, was stained crimson. The group was in view now, and all attention seemed to be on Wrath as the mock exchange was going down seemingly as the band of thugs had planned it. Nyx's amethyst eyes sought out the gaze of her umber brother, the other demon of night and stealth as they positioned themselves close to the group of captives and their guards, yet far enough away that they were not to be sensed, and downwind so that their scents would not blow into the clearing.

At the same moment, the duo would move in and strike. It was now that Nyx would need to face her morals and fight against her better judgement, it was now or never. Moving in, Nyx drew one of her pair of lovely twin fangs, and she knew that this first kill would be quick, unlike the next that would inevitably come once the trio had all been drawn into the action. Nyx spotted a guard, closest to her, a one armed female with curly brown fur and several necklaces and jewels adorning her body and remaining hand. She grasped a sickle in one hand, but she would not get the chance to use it against her opponent.

Nyx was upon her, a pale and scarred arm slipping over the shoulder of the amputee guard, the nimble hand quickly grabbing a hold of the dog's muzzle and jerking it skyward as another pale hand, this one grasping a blade, slipped around and sliced the female from ear to ear upon its retreat, hot red liquid spraying forth from the severed blood vessels and a gurgling sound emanating from the quickly dying female as Nyx let her drop to the floor.

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Although a smirk rested on his lips as he traveled alongside Nyx into the tattered town, his insides were at turmoil. The mission they were on today was a grave one at best. He knew he would have to steal the thugs' lives. While it was justified by assuring the merchant triplets survived the night, there was still a war waging inside him. He had no chances to give the crooks, not in this situation, they had exhausted them all when they took those under Wrath's protection hostage. His smirk widened as he told himself all he was about to do was justified. The least he could do was have a little fun. Right?

The town was a perfect place for he and his sister to hide. There were many shadows cast on the ground from the walls of broken structures. These thugs weren't the brightest were they? If they were smart, they would have chosen somewhere out in the open where there would be no chance for stealthy assassins to make an entrance. The umber king huffed quietly as he slid into the darkness of another shadow. Nyx wasn't far off, making her own path so that if one of them were spotted the other could support from their own darkness. Soon, the exchange came into view. Wrath's silvery pelt shone in the light of each crack of lighting that touched the ground below, a sight that would distill terror into anyone, aside from the brainless thugs. Two of them stood before him, the two that were to receive his half of the bargain. Little did they know they weren't getting anything other than several moments of agonizing pain followed by an eternity of sleep.

Greed shook his head. His hair was damped down by the rainfall that didn't seem to surrender for even a moment. The wind that accompanied it only made things worse. A hand came to brush his sopping mane out of his face and where it belonged. He looked over to catch Nyx's gaze as they closed in on the group of criminals. He tossed her a nod, smile, and the raise of his brow before he turned his line of sight towards the four thugs that surrounded the three merchants. Two stood rather close and two stood a little farther out, most likely to offer some sort of protection. Greed couldn't help but shake his head once more as his smile widened. They were idiots, complete and utter idiots, scattering themselves about like scarecrows that would do nothing but stand there looking intimidating. Nyx and Greed were not crows, they were messengers of death waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

With one last glance towards Nyx, Greed pushed himself off the wall he was up against and towards his enemy. The smaller canine was positioned on the farther post. Either way, they were both going to lose their lives tonight. As he always was when taking a life, the king was swift. Enenra was drawn in a second and the amber eyed assailant moved easily behind the canine. Greed took a good look at him, noting the distinctive scars that ran down either side of his face like permanent tears. Unfortunately he couldn't risk making any smart remarks. This kill needed to be quick and decisive as to not alert the other two. Enenra was readied as Greed pushed forward once again. His blade shined brightly as another bolt of lighting violently embraced the ground. At that same moment, Tearface turned just in time to see him, but not a word was uttered before Enenra cleaved through the male's neck easily severing his head from his scrawny body. Greed's free hand erupted forward to catch the head as it fell, his hands entangling in the man's ragged locks. The rest of his body fell rather gracefully. Greed didn't need the loose head rolling and alerting the other guard.

The amber eyed king scowled down at the thing as he took cover behind another wall before he made the move on the next guy. I'd be sad too if I didn't have a nice body to fill my nice clothes. Sorry guy, next life maybe? The guys eyes were still wide from the startle Greed gave him when he turned to see death coming at him. He swore he also saw the guy looking up now to meet his killer's gaze, but it was dark and hard to be sure. What he did see, was the face finally relax, sending a chill down Greed's spine. Was he still conscious for a few moments? Ugh. He whispered as he raised his head to look over at Nyx. She had also successfully taken out her target. It was time for the next round. Greed moved forward and began calculating his assault on his next, must larger target. It appeared the guard that was there before had tagged out for another, but it mattered little. Enenera was still drawn and the head was still secured tightly in his grasp. As he closed in, Greed launched the heavy body part towards the bulldog faced man. It hit him in the throat which caused him to to hack and groan in surprise. The hell!? He yelled, finally spotting Greed rushing in on him.
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POSTED: Thu Apr 27, 2017 12:37 am

It was if a divine hand had witnessed their acts of justice and sought to aid their crusade on the vermin that were scattered about within the town. The torrent of rain that drenched his silvery fur into a soggy coat of ash, but it hid the scents of Wrath's co-conspirators from their unsuspecting prey. His demons clawed at their confines, rattling the cage that kept them at bay, knowing soon the feeding frenzy would begin. Nevertheless, he stood resolute until the dinner bell was rung. A paired of scarred hands came up to cup the face of the warrior, each digit danced through his condensed pelt. She had him in the palm of her hand, she knew that the man that had slaughtered so many was her toy. A crooked sense of pride consumed her heart as her dim blue eyes met the predatory gaze of her plaything.

"You know if you weren't such a kill joy, I bet you'd be one hell of a partner." Her laughter was swift and dismissive, her ego only continued to grow as she let her claws trail through his coat. The blackened daggers pressed against his flesh, not quite cutting but making their presence known, slowly but surely reaching the crate of goods the disgraced man had brought them. A barrage of whimpers filled the gaps between roars of thunder, the bulldog's instincts were sent into a panic. He knew that she was pushing it, he could tell that cold stare hid something fiendish, a hell on earth no one should ever awaken. It appeared the tubby coward's cries tarnished her fun, she dismissively tore the the crate from Wrath's grasp before shooing away "If you're going to be such a bitch, then get out of here send one of the others back."

How could she do this to them? Did she not feel the same vibes as he did? Was he the only sane one? They had met many knights in shining armor, each of them claiming to be the protector of those that they had mugged. Yet, they broke when hostages were taken, hell they even looked afraid of them but this man was different. Was he even a man? Those eyes, brimming with an unholy thirst were burned into the bulldog's mind sending him into a fit of wheezes gasping for air. He needed to get away, he needed to run. Unfortunately, it would appear he was too late.

A scream broke the illusion of control, her heart sank quickly while her eyes widened. Before she could retaliate a fist found its way around her neck. Claws scampered to dig into and tear at the wrist of the beast that dare to attack her. Blood, fur, and flesh came with every swipe but she continued to rise off the ground, the grip continued to tighten. A slash of lightening revealed the demon that had taken hold of her, she tried to scream but the beast's digits crushed her windpipe. All that came out were quiet hisses for air. The beasts had been released, their venomous gazed locked onto their newest plaything. It was humorous how she struggled so hard to live when in the end her death was inevitable, no matter what she did they would still rip from this world.

Frustration set in as the woman became complacent in her position, seeming to have submitted to the idea of death hoping that it would provide a painless end to a retched life. Vermin were always prone to delusional optimism. Her back collided against the stone speckled road, forcing a wheezy gasp to spill from her haggard maw. Wrath's sturdy heel slammed into her stomach forcing the last bit of air from her lungs. Stomp after stomp the bones began to crack and pierce the organs they at one time protected. Hoarse screams were muffled by the boom of thunder while each hit was accompanied by a flash of lightening. Blood was forced from her throat, out onto the road as Wrath's barrage turned her insides into a scarlet slurry.

The umber male had seen the bulldog rush along with snot bubbles caking his flat snout but he was confident that the old dog was just softening up. As the young male neared the scene, he could hear the snap of bones, the ear wrenching hisses for air, and the snarls of a beast. Amber eyes went wide from his discovery, there she was being battered into a mass of fur and flesh. The boy froze, his body told him to run yet his heart demanded that they avenge their boss. Not one for cowardice nor reasonable thought the man charged in to slay the monster.
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POSTED: Fri Apr 28, 2017 6:19 pm

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The once angelic girl was willing to become a demon for the sake of her brother's honor. He was a guardian, a beast that labored and toiled so that the merchants of the land could trade and work freely without threat of harm coming to them, and yet here they were. Three sibling merchants had been taken hostage, their lives threatened if the beast of Wrath did not comply with the group of bandit's every demands. Nyx could hear voices ahead of her, but the pouring of the rain and the ringing that screamed in her ears nearly drowned them out.

The female became an object of stealth and lethal intent in that moment, dispatching the first guard, and yet through the rain, the sounds of gurgling and the struggle for air became painfully audible, and she could not help but lower her gaze to meet the eyes of the woman she had killed, watching as the contorted face inevitably relaxed, and the struggle ceased to be. The female felt a knot grow in her throat, nearly preventing the passage of air as her eyes flicked to the side, a flash of lightening revealing the form of her brother as he caught a grotesque severed head from the air, and the crash of thunder gave way to the sounds of screaming, choking, whimpering, and tan tipped ears flicked backwards instinctively.

What the white warrior's buzzing mind had failed to sense however, was the danger looming as a much larger opponent moved to face her. He was over a foot taller than her, and well over a hundred pounds heavier, and the paw that reached out to grab at Nyx caught her by the neck and lifted the female painfully into the air. Being caught off guard, all Nyx could do was thrust her blade towards him, managing to plunge the end of one fang deep into his free shoulder, the one that had already tasted the life blood of his friend, before the whip lashed form drew his muscled arm back and slammed the tiny warrior into the rocky terrain with ease, a guttural snarl escaping his maw as he glared down at her, and Nyx's feather light form collided with the ground with a strength that forced the air from her lungs in a helpless help of pain, and prevented her from taking in any more air for a few moments, but she did not panic.

The scar riddled opponent above her ripped the short blade from his chest and tossed it aside, seeming to prefer a more feral method of killing, yet by the time he'd opened his jaws and made a move to lunge down and crush her windpipe between them, Nyx's second blade had been produced, angling upwards into the beasts maw so that the momentum of his own attack would drive her dagger through the bottom of his chin and into his mouth. One brown and one blind white eye widened with shock and pain as he recoiled, and Nyx followed him back, grasping the hilt of her dagger firmly with both hands and lunging forwards until the back of his head was against the ground, and Nyx was above him, pressing her dagger further down, his claws raking out at her abdomen, until it pierced the roof of his mouth and inevitably his brain, struggling and clawing hands ceasing their lashing at her frail form before falling still to the ground.

Nyx's heart beat ferociously, the sin weighing down upon her and pumping adrenaline through her veins as the female saw her brothers had each dispatched their targets as well. She collected her bloodied twin fangs and watched silently as the rain ran crimson off of their edges, her heartbeat slowing and her adrenaline subsiding, leaving in it's place a kind of pain that Nyx had never felt before, a deep stabbing pain felt in the bones that encircled her most vital organs. Were her ribs broken? Pale paws felt around her abdomen for any sign of a bad break, but luck would have it that she was mostly intact, save for a bright new set of claw marks trailing from beneath her breast to her left hip.

Despite the fact that there was no severely broken bones beneath her pelt, it began to hurt the snow white warrior merely to breath, and consciously she sank to her knees, her ears pinned back against her head and her arms encircling her battered form, unaware of the situation with the hostages. If she was required to keep fighting, Nyx would fight until the last drop of her blood had been spilled, but she knew that her brothers had taken care of the remaining enemies, choosing not to think about or look towards one brothers notably more brutal approach to the act of taking lives, she sat there in the rain, soaked through as she watched the red water flow into the ground, her labored breathing causing her vision to grow hazy, even as she willed herself to breathe through the discomfort.

Even though she had just condemned two others never to breathe again.
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POSTED: Fri Apr 28, 2017 8:56 pm

Now that he and Nyx had the other guard's attention, there was no need for stealth. So long as they both kept their targets at bay, the merchant triplets would be safe and Wrath would be able to deliver death to his own targets. Greed thought now was an appropriate time for the fun he promised himself earlier. The bull-dog man turned to him and offered him a messy snarl. Spittle swung from his jowls with every movement yet somehow stayed intact with his maw. He turned to look down at the face of the tearfaced man's head that now lay at his feet. He gave a high pitched shout and backed up. W-what did you do?! He questioned as Greed closed in. The unfortunate looking male raised his head and his already wrinkled brow furrowed further, masking the sheer fright that had now engulfed him. He'd made a mistake coming back to guard the merchants.

There were muffled screams in the distance which were frequently cut off by the cracks of lighting and rumbling of thunder that followed. Greed smiled at the man as he rushed forward, finally answering his question. Doing you a favor by taking out the only male uglier than you. He laughed as he slashed upward with Enenera. The man lifted his own weapon, a heavy metal studded club. The bull dog faced man was much slower than Greed and already ended up with a deep oozing gash on his stomach. Fear had already taken root inside the man's soul from seeing Wrath, now he had to deal with this? With a loud groan, the smash nosed male lifted his club for another swing down upon Greed, but the blow was easily avoided and the umber assailant landed yet another strike on him. This time making a deep cut from his shoulder, down across the other gash and to his hip. Greed's enemy was getting pissed, it was easy to tell by the increased amount of snorting noises that came from his nose. The taunting didn't seem to help the matter either.

You slippery weasel! C'mere! He shouted as his club bore down on Greed once again. The amber eyed assailant did an upward slash this time towards the bull dog's arm which cleaved clear through muscle and bone which dislodged his forearm from the rest of his body. If a hit was landed on him with that weapon, Greed would be in trouble. His cries grew louder as he watched his own weapon and body part fall to the concrete ground. His breath quicken as the pain overtook him. Rage bubbled over and adrenaline began coursing through his thick ugly form. His face wrinkled even more into the meanest snarl Greed had ever seen. Calm down, you need to shed a few pounds anyways. The stunner mocked even as blood spewed from the male's arm, some staining his handsomely brown coat. The bull dog wasn't messing around anymore and in a moment, had Greed's arm secured in his grasp.

With a forceful yank, Greed's enemy pulled him forward created an instant shock of pain in his left shoulder, down his arm, and into his chest. His right hand was free to wield Enenra as he wished, but the pain had knocked all focus out of him. The next moment, he was up close to the larger male and jaws clamped on his opposite shoulder. The umber king threw his head in agony and yelled loudly for just a moment before he began to growl instead. He was a skilled fighter and wouldn't let some fat faced thug be the end of him. As growls poured from his maw, Greed rose Enenra and plunged it into the center of the opposing male's chest. The bull-dog's growls increased but soon mixed in with gurgles. Blood was exuded from his jaws even as they clamped down on Greed and a few moments later, his grasp began to lessen. Greed yanked Enenra about hoping to damage the male's insides further.

It didn't take much more before finally his enemy fell limp and with a push, Greed aimed his fall away so he didn't get crushed. Pain was overwhelming him, adrenaline barely keeping him from blacking out entirely. He let himself fall to his knees. Enenra hit the ground and his hand came to secure his shoulder in place with a painful groan. His arm was limp and he was unable to move it. The amber eyed Lykoi hunched over and turned to look at Nyx who was in a similar position before her fallen foe. At least they had succeeded.
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POSTED: Wed May 17, 2017 12:29 am

Water diluted what little blood pooled around her body, each limb lying limp around the battered torso. Her brindle pelt that once captivated so many young blossoming men, accumulated a mixture of her blood and the demon's scarlet fluid. Her eyes once an incandescent blue had now glossed over and become faded. With every crack of lightning, he could see the excruciating detail on her now still features. She had been afraid in her final moments, her eyes forever wide from the pain and realization of her impending death. Perhaps if he had walked a different path, had succumbed to his demons, he would've been one of her goons. One of the many, now dead, goons. It was funny in a way, life was a cruel game of chance and they had drawn the short straw.

Wrath had wondered if they'd catch all of the rats, surely the smarter ones would run from the slaughter. Alas, the screams that broke through the night suggested that there wasn't a bright one among them. The boy that dove straight into the dragon's clutches only confirmed his suspicions. Wrath turned to face his attacker head on, in the crackling light of dying fires and lightning the boy's quivering lip became apparent. The sweet pools of amber were clouded with tears, causing his aim to be imprecise. The boy's dagger swung wildly while he cried out to the monster "You killed her! You killed Karen!" Another crack of lightning showed the shimmer of snot trailing from the boy's nostrils, his heart had been shattered when the woman had left this world.

Pink paws stepped lazily away from the blind assailant, each swipe only caught the air that surrounded the demon he intended to hit. "I'll make you pay f-for what you did to h-h-her!" Pitiful, Wrath stepped into the boy's reach, the frenzied dagger finally meeting the monster's flesh slashing into the beast's side. A look of hope flashed on the young man's features before it was shattered by a searing pain in his right arm. Only a whimper could be uttered when the demonic soldier pinned him to ground. Large beefy fingers wrenched his chin towards the sky while the other hand planted itself firmly on the back of the child's head. In one swift motion, the umber attacker was yanked from the world of living as his neck cracked. The filled in the silence between bolts.

The world grew quiet after that, when it became apparent there were no more offerings to brutalize his demons slumbered once more. Wrath's mind had been lost in a haze of crimson justice when the fog cleared his heart sank "Greed?" It couldn't be. Could it? No, he would never do such a thing. Swiftly, he held the head of his last victim with eyes searching hastily in the dark. When a crack of lightning revealed the boy to be a convincing double, Wrath felt a wave of relief come crashing down on his weary heart. With his nightmare settled, the silvery king went to work shredding the shirt that the boy had worn. Its jet fabrics formed a cocoon around the wounds that caked his arm and the gash on his midriff.

Something still wasn't right, his siblings had yet to return with the merchants. The warm waters of relief were again replaced by an anvil of fear that dared to crush his heart. Wrath hurried along the path that the bulldog had taken when he left his leader to be slaughtered. What awaited the giant sent a chill down his spine. His brother lay there with a dead arm while their sister lay limp on the earth. The giant maneuvered around the freshly made corpse to reach his brother, a gentle hand landed on the umber king's good shoulder "Stay right there, I'll be right back." Pink dyed feet ambled around the mosaic of bodies to reach the once snow-furred maiden.

Wrath squatted beside her watching her chest for movement when her breast had successfully risen he knew that there was still time. Golden orbs darted over to the bound men that stayed kneeled against the cool wet dirt. He needed help getting everyone patched up even if that help was in the form of three inept dogs. Without hesitation, Wrath took possession of one of the dead thugs' weapons. The short blade appeared to have never had the chance to taste the blood of either sibling meaning its edge was still sharp enough to unbound the brothers with haste. One by one the triplets were cut free. Elias rubbed his rope burned wrists while he looked around "Holy shit," he looked over to his other two brothers "I told you we could trust this big guy." Philip interjected, "No, you were the one who had doubts, I was the one who said he was a good egg." Collis slapped Philip on the back of the head "Are you drunk you daft bastard? Clearly, I was the one who said we could trust him..." Before the conversation could spiral Wrath commanded their attention "It doesn't matter if you want to show you're thankful then help me get my siblings patched up."

The triplets leaned to either side of the mountain of a hybrid that stood in front of them. Collis glanced up at the demon "I suppose we could help, your brother just needs to be popped and slung and I'm sure the other two can help the little one." Collis wasted no time gathering scrap cloth from the numerous corpses. Collis groaned as he gathered "I've never seen this much red since when Elias thought it'd be a good idea to try to score two girls at once." While the gold-tinged male walked past the black brother he mumbled under his breath "It was a misunderstanding you three-year-old virgin." Philip laughed as he finally reached the side of the once white woman "Sorry about my brothers, they aren't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed if you know what I mean." Wrath knew all too well that asking them to help would be headache inducing but he wouldn't be able to treat both Greed and Nyx in time if he did it alone. Besides, he needed to save his strength for the long hull back home.
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POSTED: Sat Jun 10, 2017 2:46 am

The crimson tinged Malphas knew in that moment nothing but pain. There was no fear, no regret, no guilt, these things were later to come, the world as she knew it in this moment was a burning throbbing aching pain that she could not escape from. Despite the tiny warrior having the ability to fight with such demanding presence and strength and skill for someone of her size, she was frail, and as her aching body fought to take a deep breath and maintain her fragile consciousness, her muscles convulsed and the female gagged, coughing and choking on the pain in her chest, one tiny hand reaching out to try and support herself against the ground and to maintain her upright position on her knees, but her arm offered no support and the female slumped down onto one side before rolling weakly onto her back, her amethyst eyes staring and glazed over as the rain poured down upon her and two unfamiliar forms approached either side of her.

They were two dogs, two of the merchant triplets that the female had aided in the rescue of. "Saw the girl take a hard hit, she's not breathing right." one of the males mentioned as he looked down on the tiny female with a look of pity. "She killed that one guy good though, and the angry lady, who trained this poor kid to kill?" the observably less intelligent brother asked, earning an annoyed glance from his sibling. "she's not a kid, idiot" and for a moment it seemed like the pair of merchants had forgotten what they were here to do. Looking down at the female, Philip frowned and scratched his Labrador head, noting that she hadn't responded previously when she'd been addressed. "You ok Miss?" he asked as he produced some of the cloth that the brothers had gathered to bandage her wounds.

The Malphas was conscious still, and at the query of the lab male who sat beside her, she nodded weakly, reaching one of her hands up so that Elias could take it and help her to sit up. The action drew a pained whimper from the pale lips of the scarlet died winter hybrid, and she shut her eyes tightly as the pair of dogs began to wrap her mid section in cloth to stave off the bleeding and to stabilize her and prevent the female from moving too much. "Th-That hurts..." the bloodied snow pelt complained once, to which one of the males laughed and made a joke. "Probably hurt more when you stabbed that guy in the -OW, the heck Philip?!" the rowdier brother started but was cut off by a smack against the head from his brother.

Once the dogs had completed their patch job on the snow furred female, they stood and offered their hands to help the warrior to her feet again. The pair of brothers pulled her up, and within a moment her knees had buckled once more and she succumbed to a fit of excruciating coughs as the muscles encircling her ribs constricted in protest. The snowy female looked around helplessly with watering eyes for the familiar faces of her brothers, trying to regain her breath before croaking out feebly, "M-my chest hurts... I c-can't breathe..." if the bloodied and battered warrior was to make it home in one piece she could not manage the trip alone.
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POSTED: Sun Jun 18, 2017 12:45 pm

The umber king's gaze remained locked on his much smaller sister. From where he was, it was hard to tell whether she was alive or not. The thought that she had perished was torturing him and so he tried to rise to aid her. The moment his shoulder was shifted back out of place, he was forced to the ground again. A frustrated growl bubbled from between his tightly clenched jaws and his hand tightened on the useless arm. All he could do was watch, wait, and hope she was alright. Just as a second wave of frustration swept over him a hand touched his uninjured shoulder and his eyes shifted to meet those of his brother. The earthen Lykoi smiled softly, but then returned his focus back to Nyx. He gave a solid nod, wishing nothing more than for Wrath to make sure Nyx was okay.

The silver giant checked her quickly, she must have been breathing because then he focused his attention on the brothers who were still tied in a huddle not far off. A heavy breath drew from the king's lips and he let his forehead relax on the earth before him before rolling over slowly onto his back. He listened to the muffled conversation in the distance, muffled only because the pain of his shoulder was making it hard to focus on anything at all. He heard the triplets speaking among each other and Wrath interjecting their obvious dispute. Greed let his eyes flutter shut, but just a moment later one of the three unfamiliar voices urged him awake. Oy. Oy. Oy! Collis had to shout the last oy because Greed had almost fallen out of consciousness. His eyes finally opened quickly to see one of the labradors standing over him. Help Nyx. He mumbled, letting his eyes shut once again.

Collis huffed and gave the hybrid a swift kick in his ribs. Don't act a fool, Phillip and Elias are helping her. I'm here to help you, your brother is concerned about you both. Greed opened his eyes and craned his neck backwards to see an upside down view of the other two brothers working with Nyx. When he heard her speak, he finally propped himself up slightly with his good arm. Tell Wrath, he doesn't have to worry about me. I handled it. His lips pulled back in his famous grin as he watched Collis look up to see the bulldog face guy collapsed before him with blood pooling out from the center of his chest. His grin widened even more when the lab turned to see the detached head, eyes open and watching from the grave. Collis shuttered and grimaced. G-glad to see em'...taken care of. With the shake of his head he turned back towards Greed.

Okay, sit up. You can't move your arm right? Greed shook his head, not even attempting to do so. No, but I sure can feel it. Collis grabbed his good arm and tugged him forward to help him into a sitting position. Greed groaned as he rose. I got a good feelin' it's out of place. We're gonna pop it back in. It's gonna hurt. The umber king nodded, taking time to look back over to Nyx and the surrounding group to make sure she was still okay. Popping his arm back in place did not sound pleasant, seeing as it was already causing him a great deal of pain. Okay. Greed took a breath before Collis gently lifted his arm, and then grimaced as he did so. This was going to suck.
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