forum Welcome to Altir City! (Closed)

Started November 05, 2018 by @InstaOnly

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Aaron froze. A spike of fear going through him seeing his blood on the shark's teeth, though he also saw the injuries he inflicted earlier catching up to the humanoid. Arm for an arm, it seems. He thought, noting his own damaged and bleeding arm. He didn't want to leave, they couldn't leave, they already came this far to get Eberaus back. Though he didn't think they'd be able to pick a fight again without one of them ending up dead, and he preferred not getting blood on his hands. Not directly at least, though he had tricked plenty into bad situations.
Aaron was tired from more than his injuries, having used his magic for fighting as well as healing. It annoyed him Nykidia seemed determined to carry him, but he kept back a complaint to deal with the issue at hand. He did his best to sound confident, confident as he could being carried by a younger girl. "I don't think you'll survive any more fights. How about… We skip your embarrassment and you let us pass. We're both injured, so if it makes you feel better why don't you bring us to her?" He was relying on trickery right now, hoping they'd get where they needed to be if he gave the humanoid a way to feel like he'd won. Certainly bringing in two beaten intruders to who ever She was would do that?

"We have a dragon that your 'mother' took. We plan to get it back and with out violence if possible." She said calmly to the shark man thing. She set Aaron down for a sec then to only pick him back up but in a piggy back situation. "Though it seems since you attacked us blood was already been drawn." She said gesturing at Aaron and the shark man.

The woman inspected the rock drake. "You don't need him, so low cost, he'll most likely be okay in the water…" She looked at the body for marks of claiming. Claiming was an ability most races have, simply they must leave a mark recognizable enough by someone who knew what they were looking for. Some use urine, some use inflictions upon the skin, and some use other methods. Sometimes creatures may leave claiming marks subconsciously. If you know someone well enough, you can recognize whose mark it is.
The woman pushed her purple hair that faded to orange out of her face, and crouched using an almost beta-fish like tail with matching colors to her hair. Moving from the body to the face, she lifted up the dragons chin before remembering to ask a question that should've been the first thing she asked.
"What did you put him on? Will he need another dose soon?" The woman asked Her, then turned back to the dragon.
There were marks of a very recent battle on the body, but none were marks of claiming. Turning down his chin, she examined the lips and chin. Nothing. Her eyes dragged up to his nose before stopping abruptly. The woman's eyes bugged out of her head in disbelief as she flipped the dragon's head back and forth, trying to get a better look at the tip of his nose. She was sure. There was a mark. Still recent.
"What is it, honey? Is there a mark?" The husband asked, noting his wife's facial expressions. They were more dramatic than they should be for just a normal mark.
"It's not just any mark." She took a somewhat shaky breath. "Remember that fourth daughter I told you to forget?"

Nysaxiope heard Lovino enter the dining area and call out to her. He almost called you Nys, girl. He pretty much thinks of you as a friend. Such a small gesture that was probably an accident shouldn't really flatter someone, but she wasn't used to it. "In here, Sparky." She called to him from her office in the back of the restaurant. "Door's unlocked."

Lovino walks in and sits down “are you ok?” He asks “I mean that was a big exit you made there -“ he pauses “Nys.” He says still smiling

"I'm fine." He had intentionally called her Nys. Just a bit of blush sprinkled upon her nose from the flattery. "A, um, a, what was a word for something smaller than small?" She snapped her finger as she thought. "Tiny! Sorry, my native language isn't English. A tiny bit pissed. And just- just worried, I guess, for some reason." She place her chin on her interlaced fingers. Her tail dragged slowly across the floor, making a sound almost like a broom sweeping. "I don't know why. Black market stuff-" Nysaxiope shivered. "I didn't tell anyone earlier, but that brings back bad memories."

Lovino smiles a little “you don’t got to talk about to me.” He says “and English is not my first language ether.” He says smiling

Name: Cherry Asherwood
Age: "What's it to you?"
Species: A BloodMage
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homoromantic
Appearance: Cherry is quite tall and somewhat fit, her arms holding tight muscles. Her eyes are vibrant emerald, often said to remind people of grassy fields. She has wavy red hair cut into a rounded bob with choppy bangs.
Attire: A crimson red cloak with a black emblem on it as the clasp.
Personality: Cherry is kinda hard to get along with, as she is very cold and manipulative. However, once you get to know her she is loyal and strong.
Flaws: She is very sadistic.
Any Weapons or Magic: "I'm a BloodMage, I'm made of magic~"
Open to shipping?: Perhaps.

Thanks//

The shark-like male seemed to make a sound. A hiss escaped his lips, though his yellow eyes were flickering, dimming down. Even as Aaron stated about them both nearly beating each other, he wasn't convinced. Then he said something about him taking them to his Mistress.
The male's eyes suddenly flared again. His lips twitched, his leg moving beneath him. He stood hunched over, broken arm swinging to the side. He took a shaky step forward, clearly struggling. Yet despite it, he still stood defiantly.
"Your words…m-mean nothing…You just…t-t-think… you can…come in and…a-a-and 'sweet-talk' me? Heh…H-heheheh…HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Once again that maniacal laughter came from him. The humanoid's laughter echoed throughout the massive room. It was unsettling and eerie as he stood there cackling madly.
Then without little to any warning, the male once again lunged forward. He was aiming to kill, fangs opened wide to clamp down on whatever was in his way. He seemed mad, a creature beyond reasoning with anymore. Perhaps it was the rigorous and brutal tests when back in the lab resurfacing in his mind, or he was just that damn determined to keep his promise.

The female sighed, rolling her eyes. She muttered softly under her breath in some unknown language. Words that were indeed probably best kept to herself.
Her violet gaze landed on the other, "Your guess is as good as mine as what he was knocked out with…the one I hired to get him has his own things he uses…though if you really want to know, I can offer you his contact. He is quite good with his craft, whether you want someone dead, or brought to you, I have found his services to be the best."
The woman's form suddenly went completely rigid. She could sense his pain, his desperation. He was in trouble…and she wasn't there to protect him…
Her body started to move, ignoring the pair still in her room inspecting the dragon. Her mind was set on one thing and one thing alone…defend, protect.

Now, for poor Eberaus…
The drug was finally starting to fade. What in the hells? He wasn't the one moving his body, so who was?
His eyes flickered open, seeing blurry shapes in front of him. The draconic male weakly flicked out his forked tongue, testing the air. This entire area was unfamiliar, as well as these creatures before him. At least he was assuming them to be some type of creature, he couldn't be too certain.
He gave a loud, audible snort, jerking his head away. He ran his forked tongue across his parched lips. His tail started to twitch to life again, the feathery tufts vibrating like mad.
"Just where the hell…who the hell…" his voice was an angry growl as he tried to find and control his tongue, his words slurring.

Cherry was walking through the city, a lollipop in her mouth. She paused as sniffed the air, a sadistic smile growing on her face. "I smell blood!~" She said cheerfully, making her way towards the smell of blood.

As the shark lunged forward Nykidia jumped, landed on his back as he lunged, and pushed off of it giving her at least a 15 feet of distance between them and the shark. "Welp. It was worth a shot." Nykidia muttered as she raced off towards the direction of voices.

"Dodadodadooo~" Cherry hummed as she vaulted up a building towards the smell. No one was paying any attention to her so she leaned into a wall and crossed her arms, a smirk on her face. "Y'all sure are fighting~" She said, startling at least one person.

Aaron's eyes went wide as his words backfired, watching the male seemingly lose it before charging. A short shout of surprise came from him as Nykidia jumped, a brief pain washing over him as he moved his arms to make sure he didn't fall. "Careful!" He scolded, looking back at the shark humanoid as Nykidia ran. He was tired but he felt useless not doing any thing. So he willed strings to form and tie down the predator as best he could, Aaron's senses dulling some as he put all his effort into keeping the other from catching them as Nykidia brought them to where Eberaus hopefully was. Though he did notice there was a girl leaning on the hall wall, confusion on his face as she said something when they passed. I don't know where she's from. Though hopefully she follows if she doesn't want to deal with the crazy shark man after us.

Cherry watched this with interest. "So you're the one bleeding~" She cooed, tilting her head. IMMA FOLLOW THEM! She thought and just for funsies she added a. And maybe they'll let me dissect the sharky dude.

"Sweetie, do me a favor and hold him down?" The woman asked her husband when she saw the dragon begin to awake.
"Already on it." The man simply pushed the bottom of his tail against the back of the drugged dragon's neck.
The woman held the dragon's face so she could look him in the eye. She didn't let him, though. It could be a problem if he looked to deeply and made himself insane on accident.
"You have ten seconds to explain to me how you know my daughter." She stated, pulling a knife from a pocket and pushing it against his throat.

"Thanks, Lovino. It's just that so many things have happened since just a few months ago. A few months ago I would be at home, underwater, dreading every second of the day, and now I'm in my own office, in my own restaurant, with a customer turned almost-friend, I guess." Nysaxiope sighed. "If I'm going to be honest, I'm kind of scared, and overwhelmed." She smiled at him. "But, I guess I did do this to myself. It's better than what I had before."

"Y'all are fun." Cherry drawled as she watched this shit storm happen, she could care less about what was happening and more about who it was happening to. "When Y'all are done with shark boy over there, can I dissect him?"

His fangs clacked on thin air. Instead, he felt feet land on his back, and with a shove, sent him sprawling back into the water. The humanoid's form slid across, water once again splashing as his body disappeared beneath the surface. Where he fell, there was no trace left behind…
However…

She picked up her pace. His desperation was fading, weakening. Her violet eyes glowed brightly in the dimly lit halls, pupils narrowing into thin slits. The woman's slim form soon came to a stop. Just as they were coming to the hall, did the doors swing shut.
"Who dares enter my abode…and are stupid enough to think I won't notice…"
The once calm pool started to boil. From the depths, massive tentacles rose upwards. The pale woman stood there, her white hair swaying wildly behind her. The rage rolling off of her form was clear as the clear water turned completely stormy. The giant tentacles moved around in a frenzy, snaking here and there, as if searching, looking for those who were enemies.
Several of the giant tentacles disappeared beneath the surface, to only reappear, carefully cradling the broken form of the shark-like humanoid. As he was brought before her, the woman's violet eyes seemed to soften. Her hand moved, lightly caressing his cheek. She remained in place for several moments. Her eyes seemed to shine, but then they became hard. The female's cold eyes landed on the intruders. The few tentacles continued cradling the humanoid as she stepped forth.
Her voice had completely changed, becoming even deeper, not sounding human at all, "Who harmed my son…SPEAK NOW OR DROWN IN THE ABYSS!!!"

Still somewhat drugged, he couldn't quite focus properly to take on his full form. Besides, it would be a pretty tight fit anyways. He'd have little to not room to maneuver. Eberaus was in no condition to even try right then as his mind wasn't allowing proper thinking. Though he was still able to snap in irritation if that made anyone feel better….
"Hey, HEY! Watch where ya put your tail!"
The dragon's eyes shifted to the woman before him. Seemed she was in charge…not that Eberaus really cared. This female wasn't royalty to him, nor was she a dragon by her scent. Least that's how he saw it, as well as still unaware of how this world really worked.
"Listen, I have no clue who you are, or what the fuck you want. I just showed up here yesterday."
Eberaus' eyes widened as he saw the glint of a blade. Instinctively he tried to thrash and get free, but didn't do him much. Then that blade drew closer, so he started to struggle even more, until the razor edge drew dangerously close to his throat. His thrashing became less, knowing very well that if he were to continue, it would be a very high chance of him slitting his own throat. He was so vulnerable in human form…he hated it…
Eberaus curled his lips back, showing his fangs as he snarled, "Your guess is a good as mine if I knew who the hell you were talking about. So why not elaborate woman if you want details and answers."

"OoOoH, You might be interesting to study too!" Cherry exclaimed, clapping her hands like a kid who was just told they got a lifetime supply of candy. "I wonder…" Cherry mumbled, walking around to try and inspect the woman.

"Sweetie, do me a favor and hold him down?" The woman asked her husband when she saw the dragon begin to awake.
"Already on it." The man simply pushed the bottom of his tail against the back of the drugged dragon's neck.
The woman held the dragon's face so she could look him in the eye. She didn't let him, though. It could be a problem if he looked to deeply and made himself insane on accident.
"You have ten seconds to explain to me how you know my daughter." She stated, pulling a knife from a pocket and pushing it against his throat.

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"Thanks, Lovino. It's just that so many things have happened since just a few months ago. A few months ago I would be at home, underwater, dreading every second of the day, and now I'm in my own office, in my own restaurant, with a customer turned almost-friend, I guess." Nysaxiope sighed. "If I'm going to be honest, I'm kind of scared, and overwhelmed." She smiled at him. "But, I guess I did do this to myself. It's better than what I had before."

Lovino’s eyes went black with red swirls and his smile turns into a less insane one “I can be your friend if you want,” he says “and don’t be scared you made this life for your self and only you so it’s yours you can shape it or do what ever you want with it.” He pauses “it is you life.”

Aaron looked from Nykidia to the lady, uncertain about the current situation. At the mention of an abyss Aaron's thoughts went to the place he had dubbed the Dark Nothing, he shivered at the thought. No matter if it was what the woman was referencing to it was one of the few things that truly scared him, one of the few things that took very little effort to make him feel like he was losing his mind. He hesitated, thinking of Nykidia, before forcing the red head to let him go as he fell to the floor. Please just leave, go get Eberaus. He thought as he stood up, wanting Nykidia to get away. He sent strings to tie up the lady's wrists, trying to stay focused as he urged them to pull her away from them. "I did! Now, BACK OFF." Aaron snapped, letting his anger build up as a thin blade formed in his hand. With his fatigue it would be the only thing keeping him from passing out if the other wanted a fight. He nearly lost focus as he gave an odd look to the cheery girl, thinking she was crazy as she clapped and tried to circle the angry woman.

"Damn it!" Nykidia yelled as Aaron tried to attack Sinann. "Nykidia! It doesn't matter now. we got to get Eberaus." "He's hurt!" "Well he can obviously fend for himself." Nykidia sighed at this. If she left him alone than he'd die. If she didn't than Eberaus might die or be gone. "Why was I put in charge of this mess of a man." She said running over to him and picking him up and running away. "You suicidal idiot. You can't beat that. Especially when your hurt." She said running. "Don't focus on the enemies, focus on the goal. We need to get Eberaus." "He is going to be so mad at me for this." She thought running. "I'll deal with this later though."

The woman dropped the dragons head against the ground. "You bare a very recent claiming mark from a girl named Nysaxiope Wayleche on the tip of your nose. Whether this mark was left on accident or not, you must know her somehow." She narrowed her eyes. "And you will tell me how and where she is." The woman's husband pushed down harder so the blade almost pierced the dragon's flesh.

"I had it under control. I've been hurt worse and could've bought you some time!" Aaron hissed. His concentration had broken when Nykidia picked him up, and with it his strings and weapon had disappeared. He growled realizing he really couldn't do anything right now with Nykidia carrying him, so instead he gripped his forearm and did his best to heal it as he ignored the short bursts of pain. "I was helping, no enemies would mean no obstacles." He muttered, thinking his logic was perfectly sound.

"Yeah but if an it gets you killed than it not worth it. Idiot." She said. A smile was creeping across her face. "I am having way to much fun with this." She said giggling between words. She shook her head. "Focus. No time for fun now." She thought to her self.