Two bodies fell from the sky above the valley, winged beasts clashing together fiercely of blues and blacks, clawing at one another's throats as they descended to the floor below. It had not been a long fall, no, but as their bodies hit the ground they cascaded in a manner of thrown snow drift and rock, ripping part of the ground open as they fell from grace and before they knew it, the battling beasts had suddenly collided to the earth below, where in disarray, they separated to sputter caws and curses at each other, though the wolf seemed to mock the Arcai by screeching his own words in its language. The bird, in its anger, raised its wings in a threatening posture, and yet, so too did the ebony colored beast before it, his four wings spreading out over his head like a crown of plumage to redeem his less imposing features and to seem all the more bigger to the carnivorous avian and with a more threatening screech leaving the wolf's jaws fiercely opposed to the giant bird, they once more clashed in their differences, slamming wings upon wings and talons against talons.
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Only moments before had they drifted as one in the same to this land, captivated by the rotting stench of decaying meals freely lacing the lands that the Arcai had suddenly quadrupled in their masses, their flocks now spreading to linger like modern day's vulture. They had little to compete with in their niche, until now. Drawn to the same open feast, they had flocked to one unfortunate fellow who had frozen to death in the night, caught unawares of his fate he fell asleep and died in a frozen ball of flesh. The birds, having arrived first, had picked the fur apart to reach the deliciously well preserved meat on the inside, and torn the wolf from its resting place to sprawl him out in halves.
They had most of the carcass to themselves, if not by some fate, a salivating beast stood on the sidelines to watch; cautiously, at first, before he became bolder suddenly, closing the gap between he and their meal with haste. They snapped, they tried to chase him away, but he would return minutes later and again repeat the process over. Soon, however, the Arcai grew more with distaste for this strange one standing there, a free meal come to give himself up to them, and so they finally decided to try to kill it. Much to their dismay, the beast met them head on as they bull rushed him from the front, and thus began a drawn out quarrel between them and he, a snapping of beaks and fangs. Some were merely scorched by feather alone, while others were torn into fiercely, voraciously, as if he was dying of starvation enough to eat his opponents alive, feathers included.
Some decided to flee, small pieces missing like cookie cutouts, a reminder to the wolf's hunger, while others simply backed off, despite the blood circulating from his wounds, the bruises felt under his fur. Mainly, it was hunger that kept him going, and mainly, it was gaining his dominance upon them as the top predator even as he stumbled forward towards the last one, a large male and possibly the most dominant of the flock, the top bird to be precise. Yet, in a moment's grace, the bird did not attack him outright, only watched from afar as the man stepped past the bird and sauntered quickly to the irresistible meal, snarling his way to it all the while before snatching large chunks from several scraps and parts and swallowing them, wolfing down half as he drool along the exposed bones and torn muscles.
When he was satisfied, he jerked his head away to stare at the larger Arcai apart from his flock, though all in truth he could see was a blurred vision of blue and yellow smashing together in a mixture of something large almost lingering into the snow as one with it and the tree line at the bird's back. Turning to face the beast, he bared his fangs to it, and the bird returned the threat with a click of its large beak.
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The fight lasted longer then intended, firstly, with the retreat of the large Arcai he had followed it into the air, and here now they stood to collide like titans, starving for dominance over one another in their own way. Backing up, a rough roll of the tongue left him out of breathe from the fight as well as the fall, his wings shifting tightly and then flexing outwards along the ground as his talons dug into the dirt and snow, head lowered and back arched he stalked around the bird as it caught its breathe as well, before leaping upon it as a jaguar would from its branch, tackling the beast from behind where they rolled for a bit. However, he had gotten a hold onto the back of the bird's neck and in a sudden urging desperation, he began to twist, and jerk, and twist the bird's head like a toy, to tug at the head from its spine until with a sickening pop and a snapping of the dislocation from its body, the head clenched between Samedi's teeth in a fit of a last effort screech from the bird's beak, leaving the mouth to gape open in the bird's unfortunate end.
He dropped the head, blood seeping into the mixture of venom and saliva drifting from his jowls, and in slight rage, the winged Acerbus began to shred piece by piece the body of the Arcai, first snapping bone after bone under feather and flesh, then twisting the wings from their sockets and pressing them to the ground with his three-toed claws until with a sickening snapping of the hollowed bones it would fall limply backwards in grotesque manner. He tore through the breast of the dead creature, chewing up the crop where it stored its food and shuffling through what little edible bits it had that weren't intestines before he tugged the liver from its placement in the system, throwing his head back to wolf that, too, down his throat.
When the man fell, she was there on top of him. And in a momentarary lapse of judgement, Berthadhiell Umbra yelled in disbelief at the sheer audacity of the beast hunting on her lands, who then proceeded to fall out of the sky after massacring numerous arcais. The bodies of the birds fell around and with him, and he was a curious amalgamation of bird and wolf with all the feathers sticking out of his body. Never would the Queen wish such a fate on an individual (except Omoruturi, for he had annoyed her beyond belief), and she made to soften his fall with a cushion of wind.
Regardless of the height, the wolf would have found that his fall had been broken, and he landed comfortably onto a compressed vortex of swirling air, soft to the touch and buoying him up before he crept his way to the broken bird and snapped its neck, endng it. She did not watch the rest of the killing, only dropped into a dive, dug her teeth into his scruff and pulled. Under his feet, the earth seemed to turn to mud, and he had finished his meal before she had even the chance to drag him away - but still he would be tugged, and should he look up, he'd see her snarl and bare her fangs.
Who are you! She hissed, and her claws slipped from her paws into the ground, anchoring her there. She was crouched, hackles raised and neck scrunched to protect herself should the wolf attack. He looked feral enough to bite anything that moved and it vaguely occured to her that he might seek to join Atrox. He might be of some use as an infernal guard dog, or perhaps a courier.
For now, though, a single spear of potent magic materialised above her skull, ready to pierce into his if he even so much as moved to snap at her.
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Although through most if not all the fight, he hadn't learned that magic had been used to cushion his descent to the floor of the earth below, and so did not care to know or found no conscious leading him to this exact answer. All the beast had known was that the Arcai was dead, and he had killed it, snarling to the carcass's face as he dug into its flesh and bones. And then like that, she was upon him, grappling his scruff of loose flesh and fur to pull him from his triumphant meal, and with a ravenous twist the ebony male shouted in protest his snarls and something akin to a panther's roar, but futile was his efforts in turning around to smite the woman who had a hold of him, his head unable to move though his wings still kicked out viciously in his turmoil of feral rage. He felt himself fall backwards then, his footing caught off to the muddy earth where it had at one time been solid, and he struggled against it to keep himself upright while his front legs flailed from the floor of the earth.
She let go, and as his blurred vision whirled around to face that of baring fangs, wings, and a prismatic coat of rainbow color spewed together, his head lowered on cue; ears swept alongside his head and wings fanned out before snapping back to his sides tightly in a threatening gesture, fangs were bared against her own, six crimson irises narrowing as he hissed, the sound twisting into an irritated mix of raspy roars and grunts. Regaining his balance for now, he fled back from her towards the dead corpse of the creature beyond him, claws clicking against the frozen soil as he hissed once more, wings folding to curtain about his face as they flapped in irritation towards her form.
Then came the voice, foreign and yet somehow familiar the blasphemous words filtered through his conscious immediately, pitched in feminine tone, though still he did not return the words, a low growl leaving the man's throat. Who are you? Questioning his existence, though truly he did not understand wolf tongue anymore, he remembered the one word he had been told, the one word of which he only knew and only understood. Still caught up in his threatening gesture of defense, lips curled uneasily back down to cover his fangs, though the top of his muzzle still wrinkled with displeasure as he flexed his mouth open, unsteadily repeating one thing in response to the woman's babble of words, his voice raspy, foreign of its own accord. ..Sam..edi... His voice croaked out the name, stifled, before he hissed with caution thrown to the spear which - in blurred fixated gaze - materialized as a strange figment above her obscured body, his gills flexing unsteadily to threaten mist and smoke to billow from the sides of his throat.
Sam..edi.. He croaked, and she snarled, her growl pressing further from deeper somewhere. Acerbus or not he was an intruder, and she did not take well to intruders. She had seen how quickly he had butchered the arcai, and Berthadhiell knew without a doubt that should she lose her concentration, should she stop focusing on Samedi for the smallest moment, he would leap up at once and aim for her throat. Until she had proven herself his superior he would not back down, entrenched as he was in the mind of an aimless beast. A wanderer. And until then, he would attack her time and time again.
She would never stand for such impudence. it was going to end now.
She released her weight upon him, aided by his own struggles to free himself. Still, her dagger remained poised above her head to strike - for she was fighting a very real threat to her life unless subdued - her wings pressed closely to her sides to protect them and her vulnerable torso. He fled from her, flew backwards in a bid to grow the distance between them. Evidently she posed a threat, a consideration that he should perhaps back off should he wish to preserve his life, and she snarled, crouched lower, intent on keeping the assumption up. he would attack regardless; it was better for them both to have that fear instilled in him.
"You. Trespasser." If he could not understand the notions of eloquence, perhaps Samedi could sense animal motions, the erectness of her ears, pressing forward in a sure show of dominace. Her choppy tail raised up, slashed by the feathers of a jabberwot and half the length it normally was. Yet it was lighter also, and hindered her less when she fought. Predatory growl spanned low in her throat and rumbled in her ears, claws digging into the soil. She was bent, angled so that she could leap at a moment's notice, ready to rip and tear with flashing teeth and silver talons.
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You. Trespasser. The words rang from her voice, harsh, strict, to the blunt point, but he did not cease his enrapture of aggression, seething at her in defense his feet sprawled out for balance as he eyed her fuzzy form with a snarl rising up in his throat. He didn't know where he was, currently, only assuming he'd found the lair of another pack with recollections of the ones who'd chased him off their lands some time ago. Their aggression similar to hers, but for an entirely different reason. The surge of magic still lingered above her with threatening precision and poise aimed at him, and though wary of it, he was not afraid of it. Mind preoccupied by the image of the spear fading in and out of his vision, he paced uneasily to and fro, claws grasping the earth and digging up clumps of dirt and snow as he clasped the earth in his claws and carelessly threw it, his two largest pairs of wings flexing tightly against his body while the third and smallest pair fanned out, rotated, and then shut tight against his backside and tail swishing in irritation.
Her appearance changed, however, and he paused momentarily in his pacing to watch her with a steady, albeit weak vision. Ears went at attention, as far forward as they could go to face him and a chopped up tail rose behind her, the tell tale signs of a dominant opposition. Another growl came from the colorful woman, and he responded with a growl of his own, the sound reverberating in his teeth and his ears, tickling the finely tuned hair within them as he stared her down. He understood clearly the words within her body language, as clear a day from the irrational banter she had said before, of which none of it he understood.
The first, largest pair of wings he harbored turned, then, so that the "elbows" faced downwards as they slammed in the dirt on either side of him, anchoring his body as to help his balance somewhat. His head again lowered, his ears still crept backwards as he began to walk at an even pace towards her, the three toes of his front feet touching each other each time one or the other was to be lifted. And then the walk turned to a canter, and then within the span of mere moments the shift of distance he had placed before hand at the beginning of their meeting closed with a hasty last surge of the beast sprinting. Winged appendages angled into the soil, clawed toes arched forwards, until suddenly he vanished in a haze of ebony and loose feathers which drifted to the ground where once he stood.
Reappearing besides the woman, he was frighteningly closer, to the left of her side where his body materialized as if from mid air, jaws agape and flaring with the rage of a burning fire within his throat, licking the air about her form as he made way to latch scorching mouth upon the woman's throat.
OOC: mk, Samedi planted his first and largest pair of wings' "elbows" onto the ground for more balance, and began to go from a walk to a canter or trot to a full on sprint in the last seconds to close their distance before he vanished. He then reappeared besides her, on her left side and used his fire element to coat the entire inside of his mouth in fire as he made to grasp/try and crush her throat from the side. ♥
He seemed to consider her words for a little while at least, and avoided her spear. Still the atmosphere in the air was too tense for the Queen's liking and she prepared for an attack. At her growl, a most primal one rang out of the beast's chest, lips quivering from the force of the sound. It was deep, and low, and utterly guttural. He paced, tail swinging behind him, wings tearing up the soil underneath his feet. Her soil. It did not matter now - he was openly ripping apart her territory, the final insult that she would not stand. She was ready to attack, on the soles of her feet as she readied for a charge towards her.
And charge he did, spearing himself at her fast, and faster and faster until he was but a blur of motion coming straight towards her. At this, she, too, leaped to subdue him with her jaws, until she felt the barest scraping of wind by her side and he was gone. She snarled, whipped around only to find his teeth crashing over her and sinking into her shoulder. The pain made her snarl deeper and she wrenched her shoulder from his slavering jaws, the flesh scorched by fire that swarmed his jaws. She hissed as the flames cauterized the wounds - but too slowly, much too slowly such that she could still feel the burning as it tore into her body.
He surged forth to aim for her throat, but as she had moved, he caught only her shoulder and she flattened herself to the ground, forcing her weight down while his teeth were still lodged near the joint. She could feel the flames devouring the charred flesh and burning the fur, but even as the tears came to her eyes from the sheer pain, she rolled over forcefully, hoping to bring him down with her, jaws clamped around her shoulder as they were.
As she came up, if she had him on the ground, she would waste no time in sending the sica at his vulnerable belly. If not, she would simply cause shards of solar prism to fly at him, so fast and so violently yet fine-tuned to pierce and shatter once inside a body. She teleported away, then from her jaws she released a series of clicks- loud and long and fast, jarring enough to stun. And while he was also hopefully stunned, she sent ropes of fire lashing at him, aiming for the eyes and face. but even this, Berthadhiell knew, against an enemy so driven by primal thoughts, might not work as well. She knew that Samedi would keep fighting until he was sufficiently put down and this she aimed to do as quickly as possible. He was all bulk, all brute strength while she was lithe creature. Should he attack with all his muscle, she could only dodge or meet him head on.
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OOC: Because Hiell lunges to meet him as he is running, she avoids the bite to her neck. instead, Samedi catches her shoulder quite deeply and she has sustained a moderate wound there. The skin is burnt, wound has been cauterized by the heat and if the spar drags on for too long it will hinder her movement. However she forces herself into a roll hoping to force him to the ground with her weight, then tugs her shoulder free. Does not matter if he gets up or lands on the ground. Hiell proceeds to attack. She sends the sica at his underside, then multiple solar prism shards all around. If they get lodged in they'll explode inside the flesh (like a grenade exploding outwards). She teleports away, uses biosonar to stun (this may or may not work since Sam doesn;t seme like the type to be stunned easily) and sends fire whips at his face, eyes especially.
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The first surge changed her fate, if by a fraction of luck, from which fiery jaws sunk deep into the woman's shoulder, tasting the wound as it burned away her fur and flesh until that right was yanked from his jaws. The second attack, as well, hit nearly the same mark but with it she threw herself to the earth's floor, tightly against giving way as he sunk his jaws deeper into the flesh. He sought to burn through her practically, to burn bone, organ, blood, meat; he wanted it all to be charred, for her to die, or to submit to him. However, slowly, and with great force, came the turning of his form. First came the jaws, grasped tightly against her flesh and fur they were tugged, then his head as eyes widened in sudden surprise, before the rabid acerbus was thrown off his talon-clawed feet, body thrown into the air before twisting straight underneath the woman's equally large form.
In a flurry of wings, each one flailing in the air before, once on the ground belly up, they flailed then too in flaring rage to flick the strong feathered appendage about, kicking up rocks, snow, near everything before they clasped against the man again, and before he had time to react, the onslaught had already begun. The spear of which he saw before came flying straight at him and in a ditch effort to protect his own vulnerable placement, his primary and secondary wing sets layered themselves over his body one after the other to stack four over each other, covering his body from the impact of the magical spear. It left no wound, and faded as quickly as it had come once it had been launched towards him, though the sheer will of it left a throbbing sting to his wings.
Quickly, he rolled on the ground to divert at least some of the shattering shards next to be flung, though one found itself lodging into his right secondary wing, and exploding the thin bone and flesh into nothingness, causing a banshee's scream to emit itself from his jaws in a shriek of pain. The explosion left a small semi circle wound gaping from his wing, the feathers obliterated as some broken, some shattered, floated about in the drift of his conscious before him, falling to the ground as the wound sizzled from the blast cavity. The appendage twitched slightly, left open it stayed suspended, the flesh shown and tattered in remains that hung loosely from exposed bone. Blood dribbled only somewhat on the flesh, gruesomely marking the wound a deep crimson red.
Next came the clicking. A horrendous sound that drowned out the pain, causing the beast to snarl viciously against the strange feeling of his body. They seemed to grow louder with each click, pounding against his skull until he screeched, an attempt to be louder than that of her biosonar, although it could be mistaken as another assault on her magic with his own screams. And yet another thrust of her magic came forth, a wave of slashing whips of flame. With painful yet hastened effort, his blasted wing shut against his side, the blood splattering against his hide as he allowed only his primary wings to open, and thusly, with a gust of wind, he pushed not only air but snow towards the tips of the whips sent his way, simultaneously pursuing the air from above as his figure arose into the sky from where he had originally come from, to momentarily escape the woman's whips. However, he did not stay in the air, coming full force with the power of his wings to land rather ungracefully onto the ground, immediately charging once more towards her. The only difference; the curved horns on his muzzle pointed like a spear towards her, the tips black as his own body gleaming a sharpened points in warning to her prismatic form in an attempt to either skewer a part of her body in some way, or use his weight to ram into her sides if he could.
OOC:Well, okay. So, Hiell successfully force rolled over, and took Samedi with her. He let go of her shoulder and landed on his stomach, but used his larger pairs of wings to create a sort of winged shield against the sica's aim, so it knifed his wings but not his body itself. He then rolled to avoid most of the shards that exploded, but one lodged unfortunately into his right secondary wing, and there is now a small semi circle wound gaping from it, with icky tattered flesh and bone and blood. Yeaaaah. Her biosonar annoyed the shit out of him, only momentarily stunning him before he literally screeched to be "louder" than the clicking in his head, although she may mistake that as the power allora vox. Lastly, with the flaming whips, Samedi painfully gathered his secondary wings against him and used instead his largest pair, his primary wings, to send a gust of air as well as snow and or gravel towards the whips, in an attempt to slow it down probably, but he also took off into the air. Didn't stay there for too long and found his way back down, not even bothering to land properly as he lunged/charged forward partially in mid air towards her with his head down, horns pointed straight at her in either an attempt at goring a part of her, or ramming his weight into her full on force. He has momentum I guess from coming back down from the air as well. ♥
As she went down her wings folded onto her, protecting her from the dripping jaws of the beast - she did not know if his fangs were poisonous, or if his blood was, and she did not risk getting it onto herself. When the Queen rolled her eyes swam, with the pain of Samedi's jaws dragging through her tender flesh, but she persisted in her act for some hope of success. Success came - at a price. For her position, she had brought him over but he had released her before he landed on his back and her sica flew not at his belly, but at his back, shielded by wings that were almost larger than herself. Berthadhiell knew the sica would have its effect, reducing magical use, causing pain, but she had not ceased in her attack, flinging shards of white-hot light condensed at him.
At this, the beast flung himself away from them, but one lodged in his shoulder and spread outwards in sunburst manner, the smaller, sharper shards tearing further into flesh. Stull she persisted, attempting to stun with her biosonar - but when he began to screech, so well-versed was she in the effects of Allora Vox that it was enough to induce the symptoms of it from imagination. Something about it rang wrongly, but it was a screech so loud and so terrible that she collapsed, and the tongues of fire slashed outwards from their Mistress to strike at Samedi.
The defended her, a mass of fire and light and terrible heat - but the winds blew back strongly, a surprise to the prone figure, washing her own flames over her. From this she suffered just the heat washing over her, for the affinity to her own produced fire protected her from the onslaught. She squeezed shut her eyes, hauled herself from against the deadly winds and faced Samedi as they died down. He had landed, shaking the earth, a Mover of Terra in the lands of Atrox. He ran, charging for her like a bull to red and she snarled - this was what she understood, the corralling of the prey. It was what she did.
Quickly, her form smoothed to that of the black dragon from before, a beast with a hide of war. She curled in on herself, felt the ram of the man against her black scales. Though it did not hurt as much as it would have had she been a wolf, she felt the terrible impact, and a giant scale loosened, but stayed on. She curled yet further, surrounding them in a circle of herself, locked in flat sphere of battleground.
And then, she roared a primal, dragon cry, and fire washed from her mouth in a flurry of streaks, designed to incapacitate the beast and bring him down.
Hiell collapses because her ears hurt and also because her mind believes that it is allora vox (placebo effect). Hence she cannot react to Samedi's wind and her fire ends up being blown back over her. Due to being immune to her own flames she is not harmed, but the wind is strong so she shuts her eyes and the shoulder wound is beginning to hurt more due to the sudden change in temperature from hot to cold. She gets up, turns into a dragon and Samedi strikes directly at her, causing moderate pain (compared to major pain as a wolf, scales are hard, so he might hurt himself in the process, up to you), loosening a scale. (Do you want dragon scales?) She surrounds them with her own body and blows fire at him.
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