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((OOC: If I may @Bandito, I would like to add a second character to the RP. If not, that's totally fine. Just like to get the skelly up if possible first before posting again to avoid double-posting. Thanks))
Dust To Dust (Open!!)
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Zane had calmed the tiniest bit. Leaning against the wall again, eyes had tracked the girl who had stepped on his toes as she walked away. He wondered what she had done to get here. She barely looked a day past 13. No matter. She will die. The thought made him cringe. He didn't mind the bloodshed, but when children got involved? He had an issue. He snorted, noting that he was little more than a child as well.
Her voice could be heard under the noise of the room asking for food. Zane's own stomach grumbled in response, but he ignored it. Food was inconsequential when you could die in the next moments.
Dash watched the speaker tensely. If there was one thing that had made it to his brain cells, it was to be suspicious. "Why?" Now that I think about it, it's been a long time since I ate…
“Sorry.” Alene mumbled. “I just need some food.”
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(Dragoncita, post a template and we'll see - I don't want too many demons in one RP :))
No twitching or fidgeting, good eye contact, no blank face. Dash eventually took out some kind of muddy bread gave half to the girl. "Don't eat it now, save it for when you actually need it." It had to have been at least an hour since he had come to the place. Chances were he wouldn't fight today.
She took the muddied food. And with a mumbled “Thank you.” She hid it in a pocket and disappeared into the crowds.
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((OOC: Don't worry, she isn't a demon. She's actually a giant sweetheart really
Username: Dragoncita
Name: Medea (Also called 'Moony')
Age: Somewhere in her 200's
Gender: Female
Species: Chimera (Mix of a wolf, dragon, unknown creature)
Powers/Abilities: She has a humanoid and then her true chimera form
Ice Breath - Medea breaths a powerful blast of frosty air, direct hits can freeze opponents as where if not directly hit, can slow the target down
Ice Armor - Creates a light plating of ice 'armor' around her body
Minor Regeneration - She has the ability to heal minor wounds on her body such as cuts and small puncture wounds. Major wounds, such as broken bones, deep slashes, her regeneration is unable to keep up with. The minor regeneration will tire her out if she uses it excessively
Herbalism - Not really a power or ability, but she excels with finding herbs and making potions to help when needed
Weapons: All natural; claws, fangs, horns, etc.
Crimes: Found practicing forbidden magic, grave robbing, black market trading
Bio/History: Once upon a time, Medea actually was nothing more than a thought. That was until a witch found a way to create the creature, the chimera she called 'Medea'. As a chimera, she is a combination of several creatures, specifically a wolf, a dragon, and an unknown creature.
Now then, Medea was a faithful servant and friend to the witch that brought her into the world. She lived with this witch, happily working and building a friendship. The chimera was at peace, doing whatever was asked of her. When others called her a 'monster', the witch would comfort Medea, telling her she was special, and that the people simply didn't understand and feared her.
Though, sadly, the witch's life ended when she tried a spell that backfired. Distraught and in grief, Medea's only family and friend died in her arms. The creature, in her distraught state, was swift to look through her master's books, until finding the one she remembered being forbidden to read. It was in this book, Medea found a spell that would bring back her friend…
In her broken mind, she thought she was doing what was right. She didn't know any better at the time…not realizing that this very spell was forbidden in the witch world her friend came from; necromancy.
Medea did everything she could. She snuck out at night to the graveyard, finding fresh corpses as parts were needed for the ritual. Then gathering certain herbs, as well as finding ingredients from the black market. Once Medea had everything, did she return to her home with the witch's corpse, in hopes of bringing her back.
The innocent Medea, however, was caught just as she was in the middle of the ritual. Part of the ritual demanded a 'sacrifice' from the one performing it, so the chimera cut off one of her arms. It was then armed guards banged through the door, taking hold and stopping her before she could finish. Medea howled and tried to fight, screaming it was the only way, that she wanted the witch, her only friend, to come back to her.
Now the chimera found herself thrown into a cage and forced to fight in the arenas…something she is very reluctant to do
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Humanoid - https://i.imgur.com/DScLq06.jpg
Chimera - https://i.imgur.com/DeJD3SX.png))
Karoc watched the silver haired man in disappointment. He had been about to do something. He was certain of it. Then the beggar girl had to spoil it all. He sighed. Why could not she have waited but for one moment more? He hissed in frustration. There might not be another chance to find out the strengths of his opponents.
Kirisano Adiachi watched the girl with pity. The world was a cruel place. He knew that. All his new life had been built around that fact. Well… that and revenge. His eyes smoldered. It was a pity that he could not complete his mission. That was unbearable. No. He would win. He had to. Only then, could he fulfill his quest.
The girl walked away from the man. The world was a cruel place. He knew that.
But it was at its cruelest when children had to fight.
(Dragoncita awesome!! Is she from the same world as Yaguzul?)
Dash narrowed his eyes at Karoc just slightly. Then he moved a little farther away from the pile of metal armors, fearing the hollowness and sense of dread they radiated, and lay down. He was never really tired, but he knew he should take whatever chance he got. They would run out soon. He closed his eyes but opened his ears, keeping a hand pressed tightly to his throat. If the metal started to creep out, the claws would wake him up.
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((OOC: Same world, just different parts and areas, as Yaguzul is more so from the deserts, and Medea is from mountainous terrain))
Yaguzul continued his strange song. It was…comforting, reminders of old times when he still had his family and life was good. Well, if you could call a life of stealing and killing just to stay alive a 'good life'. It had been his way of life, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Then they caught him, took away his family, and now Yaguzul was alone…
Yet he kept those thoughts back. He knew one day, the bastards would get what was coming to them. They would suffer for taking away his world. When that day came, Yaguzul would be there to see it, if not be the one to take everything from the ones who took from him.
A wicked smile appeared on his muzzle as he plotted. He always enjoyed thinking of how it would be done, and what he would do…
She whined, trying to shift in the tight cage. The creature's once kept and beautiful fur had become filthy and matted. Her tail was tucked between her legs, ears flat against her head. This creature was called Medea, a chimera who once was nothing more than a thought. Though with magic and a kind-hearted soul, was she created and brought into the world.
Medea lifted a paw-like hand, wiping away some grime from her muzzle. Looked at, she only did have one arm, the other having been severed off, leaving a stump. How this injury came about, that was a story indeed, one Medea didn't really like sharing as it always brought back sad memories. Though being in a cage and kept in such horrid conditions did not help her state.
Her head lifted as prisoners started to file out and into the waiting area. Medea was rather large when compared to the rest of the more human prisoners. Well, this was just her humanoid form. She did have her true chimera form, but the way she was raised, the creature only ever used it in dire situations. As she walked, her tail remained curled between her legs, head hung low. The creature wanted nothing to do with this place, she wanted to leave…to go home…Medea just wanted things to be back to the way they were…
"It's so cold…even with fur…" she muttered softly. Yet, despite the compliant she made, it actually really wasn't that cold.
Medea found a place amongst the other prisoners, though many gave her a wide space. Seemed without her friend and guide, she was once again simply seen as a 'monster'. Her yellow eyes looked around the place, noticing the empty space around her. The chimera lifted her single paw again, this time rubbing at her eyes a bit. She couldn't be sad, couldn't show weakness…
"You never prepared me for this…oh dear friend…what will I do?"
Karoc glanced around the place looking for… he didn’t know what exactly until he saw the cage. Then all his previous thoughts sprang out of his mind. Inside was a strange creature. It looked rather wolfish and for some reason, it’s arm ended in a stump that was not quite healed. Interesring…
He scurried over to the cage, staying in the shadows to avoid detection. He finally stopped only a few feet away, the thing looked miserable. Karoc actually pitied the thing. It was like him. A broken monster. He gave a bitter smile at that.
He crept closer until he was sure it could see him.
“Why are you caged?” he whispered, careful not to be overheard by the guards.
“You need not be so, if you wish.”
Alene crept toward one of the many guards on the outskirts of the room. "Do we get food?" she asked, "We can't fight without strength."
The guard glanced down distractedly. "Hm? …Oh, you get food if you win a match. It's a little reward for a little murderess, don't you think?" He winked coldly. "Go play with your friends, child, another question will earn you your first match."
Alene ducked her head and walked away as quickly as possible without running. It was going to be even more difficult than she had anticipated. She curled up, and put her head in her hands. "Please," she whispered, "I don't want to die."
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Medea had tried to sit down to the best of her ability. Even as she sat, her tail remained curled up between her legs. The humanoid creature brought her knees close to her chest, hugging her legs closer to her body with her single arm. She buried her head into knees. Medea didn't want them to see her tears.
A soft rustle suddenly brought her attention. The chimera sniffled, being quick to wipe away her face against the fur on her legs. She lifted her head, once flattened ears swiveled forward, listening to the area around her. Dull yellow eyes soon landed on what she took as a young human in the shadows nearby her. Despite her trying to wipe away the tears, the fur around her eyes were clearly wet, dirt smearing the whiteish fur around her muzzle.
She had almost spark of hope in her eyes at first when she heard the voice, but then seeing the figure wasn't familiar, that hope faded. Medea sensed how she probably looked, disappointment and sadness when the human who spoke to her was not at all someone she knew.
"O-oh…I-I think it is b-b-because…well…" the creature paused, wiping her muzzle a bit again, "I suppose t-t-these people see m-me as a monster…"
Despite her age, appearance, as well as species, Medea was completely lost without a 'guide'. She could be compared to a small, lost child. Having an innocent perspective of the world around her, but without any 'parents' to help her, Medea didn't know what to do. This other said something about her tight cage. Did he mean he could free her?
She was unsure…
"U-Um…maybe you s-s-shouldn't…these humans c-can be very unforgiving…nothing l-l-like back home…home…"
Karoc tilted his head. "I think I shall. You do not deserve to be caged." He smiled at her, "I know that not all monsters are of evil."
He crept closer to the cage until he was only a few inches from the door. "I have yet to try such a thing." he said. He looked to be sure no one was watching as he cupped his hands on the keyhole. There was an inky darkness that filled whatever light was left in the small hole in the door. His face was screwed up in concentration. "But a moment more." he promised. There was a click and Karoc pulled the door open a few inches. "Your freedom." he said. "Not many creatures deserve your fate."
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Alene ducked her head and walked away as quickly as possible without running. It was going to be even more difficult than she had anticipated. She curled up, and put her head in her hands. "Please," she whispered, "I don't want to die."
Zane glanced down at the child that had plopped herself, yet again, at his feet. "Crying is not going to get you anywhere." He said, unsure why he spoke at all. Chances were he would kill her himself and yet here he was, opening himself up for a conversation. "Enough tears, child. Weakness will not win your battles, nor victories. No one will help you aside from yourself. So if you want to live…win."
She turned to him, her face stained with tears, "I-" she stopped, realizing who it was before continuing. "I have never killed anyone." She took a deep breath that shook a little.
"I have killed things before," she admitted, "But I have never killed a person before, and… I don't know what to do."
She didn't know why she was confiding in him. You can't trust him, she thought angrily, if you trust anyone you're dead.
"I want to live," she whispered, "but I don't think I can kill."
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Zane sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why am I doing this? He leaned down, gold eyes hard and brutal. "Listen, no one thinks they can do it until they are face to face with death. Your heart will harden into a blackness that you cannot turn from, but you will live. Fight, or else I can kill you right now and be done with it." Despite his harsh features and words, his voice was somewhat gentle.
She looked up at him, not sure if she should be scared or not. "But…" she looked at his face, covered with scars. "Do you regret it?" she asked.
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Startled by her question, Zane flumped to the ground beside her. He considered for a moment, searching his dark soul for any semblance of regret. "No." He lied, turning away from her. Damn this child.
"Never?" she couldn't imagine it. She was sure the thoughts would haunt her till her dying day.
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Zane glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "No." He said bluntly, cracking his knuckles one by one. The came easier now. "Never."
"Then neither will I." she said. Her eyes hardened and her mouth turned into a thin line. "And if I meet you in the arena, I will kill you."
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Zane chuckled, actually chuckled, as he beheld the little girl. He pat her on the head twice. "I'm sure, little one. I'm sure."
Alene stared at him, stuck between annoyance and pleasure.
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The chimera watched the human as he continued to approach. Her ears remained pointed forward, the dull appearance of her eyes seemed to light up just a bit again. Medea tried to stand, her legs stiff, having been forced to remain in a curled up position for most of the time due to the cramped spaces.
She watched as the male leaned closer to the lock. Her nose twitched a bit, scenting the air. There was some kind of magic happening. What kind, Medea wasn't really sure. She had grown up around all sorts of magic, each unique to its user. Her own master had mastered the craft of creation, summoning, and herbalism. Medea had been taught mostly about herbalism. Though she remembered traveling with her guide to the coven where other witches met and gathered. The chimera had met plenty of magic users, understanding and recognizing them with ease.
Though being caged and having your mind in a depressed state for some time, her senses were rusty on picking up the type of magic that was happening around her. The most certain thing that did stay with Medea, was that keen sense of herbalism.
As the door slowly swung open, freedom was in her sight. Cautiously, Medea took a step forward, head looking back and forth, alert for any sudden danger. As she fully removed herself from the cage, the chimera was allowed to stand to her full height. At this, Medea easily towered over the one who had freed her.
Now then, once again being the way she was raised, it felt natural for her to lower herself to her knees, bowing deeply to the boy in gratitude.
"T-t-thank you…oh t-thank you…"
The chimera lifted her head, gazing into his eyes. The yellow glow seemed to return, showing a bit more life than had once been there while caged. With her single paw-like hand, she reached out, lightly gripping the boy's own. Once again, this was probably frowned upon by others, but to Medea, this was right, this was how she had been raised.
"Please…p-please I'll do a-anything you need…I will h-happily help you w-w-with anything."
Karoc smiled. "I command you first, to stay alive. Arangements for other things can be made later."
Who is he? Kirisano wondered. And why did he give away his food to the girl? He walked over to where he had seen him last. The man, if he was a man, was pale, and taller then him. He was sleeping, breathing softly. He sighed but did not touch him. It would be a great pity to wake him before the matches. They might all be dead soon enough. Now was as good as any time for sleeping, he supposed. And they all needed to save their strength if they were to have any hope of surviving, let alone winning. He sat down beside him. He would wait.