Fisherman's Wharf

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

the minute she felt his tongue hot against her cunt she was lost. She moaned helplessly as she felt her body betray her. She found her fingers clutching at his hair urging him closer. She tried to struggle to regain some sense of self but her lust was consuming her. It was like he was some drug she couldn't help but respond to.

In one last ditched attempt to save herself from him she found the tiny sharp dagger she kept hidden between her breasts. She had only one hand free... she used it. The sharp blade buried itself into his neck viciously.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Vixen's dagger cut deep and blood poured from the wound, it even flowed into his mouth for a moment. He barked in pain from the sting of its cold edge as she withdrew it from his neck. It was more of a wet gurgling than a bark though. He still gripped her leg as he flashed her an evil look. She came to the realization that she had just drew the beast to the surface. He nocked her free leg our from under her and she fell backward, her head hit the ground hard, making her vision foggy and her mind swim in a haze of pain for a moment. When it cleared he was at her cunt again. He had never wiped away the blood that had flowed into his mouth! the wounds had since healed over but the blood that had been let was still there and as he plied his tongue against her cunt he was working that tainted blood into her!

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Hope nobody minds, but Tyrael is coming. No offense, Ravenloft or Moneytalks, but you had the most opportune area to place Tyrael.

IC: Tyrael honored his post as most high archangel. That is until he was "dethroned". Actually, saying dethroned would be an understatement. He had his neck sliced from behind. Not a very nice thing in his opinion. But somehow, he survived through it. He fell down to Earth in the midst of a flaming cyclone. When he hit the ground, he actually experienced pain! He had become mortal when he had been "killed". Well, at least he hadn't suffered the greatest losses to an angel. His wings and his honor and valour. But he had lost the extreme amount of his power. He also knew who cut his throat. An Archdemon. All the sons-of-bitches wanted him dead. But now that he wasn't in heaven, he could get revenge and still uphold the honor of the angels. Therefore, when he sat there, watching somekind of man rape a woman, her stab him in the neck, and his wound heal, he grew just minorly suspicious. He pulled out one of his only remaining tokens of angelhood, his swod. Tyrael took a moment to admire it, watching the lightning move among it's surface, as it glinted it's hate for hell's lords and minions alike. He extended his wings, also made of complete lightning. He had enough muscle in those wings, that if they wouldn't electrecute you, they would break your neck. Then a mystical shield appeared, lightning traveling through it. His armor was already donned, his large muscles pushing into it. His blond hair and light blue eyes were covered by the war helm he always wore. He prepared himself, and then throwing his wings out as far as they would go in each direction, he threw himself out, with the sword raised in the air. The sword was inches away from the male's(Cervantes) neck, when he dodged, sending the sword inches into the ground. "Do not worry, female, I saw all and am here to protect you", he said, changing into a horse-riding stance and putting the sword up."Female, I suggest you put on your clothes and help me", he suggested.

[Edited by Morgoth on 12-26-2000 at 11:02 PM]

 

[poohlive]

Laughter came from the forest, an evil cruel sinister laughter. One of a predator closing in on it's prey.
"She's in trouble," he said, not quite to himself as to the group. He walked towards them, feeling the ground.
A sharp sting came up his arm. He flung himself back, landing on his ass. He neededed to learn to control that... he was using too much power. Raw magick wasn't as good as one thought.
"We need to help her," his eyes scanned the people. He knew the woman would help him. She had some sort of bond, but the others simply stood there.
Opening his hand, he closed his eyes. A weapon, something magickal that could destroy such a beast. The same beast that had destroyed his...
He shook the memory from his head, opening his eyes. The weapon was a nice sword, double edge, and bladed with pure silver. If that didn't work, he didn't think anything could.
He looked at the handle, a frog carved into the overy stared back at him. He cursed lightly, but was grateful that he at least go what he asked for.
He sheathed the sword.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

OOC: Sorry for this being kinda short, but not to sure where to go with story right now.

IC: Being slightly taken by surprise at this Joach guy suddenly returning out of nowhere, I watch in amusement at the design of his sword. Actualy, it did kinda fit him in a bizzare sort of way. Atleast it wasn't just another one of his frogs.

"Might as well take care of him while we can," I tell the others as I begin to worry about what would happen in the battle. The change in me had already started and was going into full affect. Plus, the girl Rose was pretty much in the same boat. But atleast she had someone to care for her in Vixen. Well I did have old Vlad... nah... I wasn't that desperate to get some action.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Eyeing the newest would be champion wishing to carve a name from his hide Cervantes tilted his head and squinted his eyes. "That was mightly rude of you... Wing boy! Could you not see I was attempting to pleasure the woman?!" He looked to Vixen. "Tell him... Lover... Tell him you carry MY child in your womb!" As he called her his lover his voice was nearly a lustful growl. He returned his gaze to the offending man, his lip twitching, his eyes going dark with disdain.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

shuddered... she flushed with the shame of it... but his words rang true. She couldn't face the angelic like being standing as if to save her. She nodded... but Cervantes growl showed he expected words.

Taking a breath she replied clearly. "He speaks the truth... I carry his child..." her eyes flashed angrily at being forced to admit as much.

She then stared down at her nether parts and her eyes widened as she gasped in surprise seeing all the blood there. "What... what have you..." her voice trailed off as she looked into Cervantes face. He grinned maliciously. She groaned... "no... no... noooo...!" She wiped frantically at herself as if to wash his blood from her. Her mouth felt suddenly dry. Not one of his kind... please the goddess no... anything but that.

She clamped her arms around her stomach as if to protect the life she held there from something it was already doomed to experience.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

her body... already changing dramatically from her impregnation... suddenly jerked in response the the blood. She could literarily feel it infecting her own blood. It burned as it started to meld with her own until ultimately... it would dominate. Her eyes opened wide and she blinked.

She shivered slightly as she adjusted slowly to the changes taking over her. Her already strong and fit body... was strengthening... her senses were sharpening. When she looked around her she felt and saw the scents that normally humans miss. And she was mad as hell about it. With a vicious growl she back handed Cervantes across the face enough so that she could get away from him. She twitched a little. She held her hand before her flexing it experimentally, it hurt but... less than it should of.

"Nooooo!" She hissed trying to deny the obvious.

She had to get back to Mamon... she sprinted as fast as she could back to the cottage.

[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-27-2000 at 05:00 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With his lower jaw turned out to an angle that indicated his annoyance. He turned to the winged one. "Damnable women! Never can make up their minds! ...Excuse me..." Cervantes made to follow after Vixen.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Looking at Joach in amusement, I keep my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing at his weapon. Well it could have gone worse. Of course, it also could have gone much better if you think about it. Well alteast he seemed to be getting better at things. Much like myself, ever since I got turned, I might add.

Turning to Rose, I ask her "You about ready to go looking for Vixen and Cervantes?" Before she could answer, both of our noses pick up her scent coming towards us. I turn around to look out into where the scent was coming from. Then it hit me right away. Vixen was on her way over here, and Cervantes was right after her.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

as she fled through the trees she suddenly slammed into a solid object that stepped into her path.

"Ooomph! Goddess damn it all!" She groaned catching her breath. She looked up to see...

"Vladamere!" She didn't sound terribly pleased to see him. She glanced around furtively so as not to make eye contact with him. Her mind already too confused to deal with the likes of him.

"I lost the young man while inquires were being made at the Inn.." his calm voice spoke. Her eyes finally locked onto his. She recalled their earlier plan to meet. How could she tell him that the young man he spoke of was in fact infected by the very thing that had... she shook her head. Couldn't let herself go there right now.

"Yeah... he's at Mam's... at least he was last I was there."
Vladamere's eyebrow rose questioningly.
"Quick! No time to chat right now!" She dragged him with her even as she could sense Cervantes not far behind.

They stumbled into the clearing surrounding the cottage just in time to hear the compelling voice coming from within it.

"My children... you choose to fight... 'tis admirable. I can no longer help ye all... this is a challenge to be faced on your own..." With those words the door to the cabin closed it's welcome and the entire building seemed to fade from existence.

"Mam! NOOOOOO!" Vixen watched the building disappear... and along with it her hopes of finding a cure for the disease that even now coursed through her veins. She turned to look at all the people who had gathered. Rose stood there with what looked like concern, as well as more than one other stranger.

 

[poohlive]

Joach ran up to her, but as soon as he did he was pushed back. Not by a physical force, but something more magickal, something that was too powerful even for him.
He landed flat on his ass.
A sudden thought hit him.
"You're pregnant?"
He looked down at her crotch, there was blood. The monster, he knew it without a smell or magick, had tried to... to do something to her.
His frog sword in hand, Joach stood up facing the forest. A low grumble of bushes mixed with gowling could be heard. He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of just running, there was nothing for him here.
His mind calmed him, of course he did. He had his parents to avenge, the son of a bitch couldn't roam the planet after he did that.
He was ready for whatever was to come.

 

[Morgoth]

For a minute, Tyrael just stood there, confused as, well, even he had to say it, hell. Then he realized what was happening. It was just like Izual, his truest friend. That is, until the Three Prime Evils turned him into the monster he was now. He was not about to let the same thing happen to this woman. He roared in fury, his body beginning to glow as pure mana and energy flew through the air, making Tyrael even stronger. "I will not be denied! I am Tyrarel, most high archangel", he bellowed, the bloodlust once again seizing him. He flew straight ahead, his wings shattering the trees in the middle. He flew towards the demon named Cervantes and made sure to give him an angry upercut and stab to the face. He knew the demon wasn't dead, but healing himself would take some time. He flew next to Vixen, not even noticing the others. He put his hand to her heart, and let out a desperate scream. A bright trail of his life force began to flow out of Tyrael's hand and into Vixen's body. She began changing back into a human as Tyrael began sinking onto the ground.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Standing back to his feet after that freak of an angel boy had nocked him down Cervantes shook his head in disgust. "Of all the annoying... I aughta... Ooo!" Cervantes grumbled as he made his way after Vixen, drawing his katana, it imediately began to glow blood red. He slashed it through the air with irritation. All he had wanted was to have vixen to himself once more... Wasn't too much to ask! He thought anyway. If she turned into a creature like he was it was her own damn fault! She had concented to join him the night before and had willingly gone along with him just moments ago! Foolishly attacking him whilst he had knelt before her, tasting her in a most intimate manner. All he had done was use the blood she had draw from him against her.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose looked between Vixen and Cervantes. She hesitantly moved to kneel at Vixen's side, her human side in the forefront. She turned to Cervantes and growled low in her throat.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Seeing Cervantes heading towards Rose and Vixen, I run forword, stopping between him and the girls. Glaring back at Cervantes, I slowly begin to let my beast side take over again. Giving him a toothy grin, he sees my fangs begin to grow in size. I had yet to fully transform, but the change taking place had already heighten my rather pathetic skills.

Letting out a low growl, I tell him as my eyes begin to turn yellow "If you want the girls, you'll have to go past me first." The fact that I was no match for Cervantes was fully known to me, but I was tired of running away.

Looking to the side, I could see the new arrival still trying to gather his strength from his trick from before. Whatever he had done, it sure looked like it took alot out of him.

 

[poohlive]

It was glowing red, glowing blood red right before him. He looked at his own sword, the metal covering the side reflected the light of the bright afternoon sun, but it was nothing like his own. It was still made out of magick, it would at least be able to stand off against his...
Joach's skills, on the other hand, was something entirely different.
The other man had stepped between the two girls. Well, that wasn't entirely true, one was a girl, the other was one of them. In an instant, Joach saw the man turn into one of those hairy things too.
What, was the whole world going hyena? His sword passed from the three of them. A dominant male, obsessed with something or other, another male, who was bent on protecting them for who knows what reason, and a woman who didn't look particularly brave standing behind the other one.
Sweat poured from his brow, all of them, he even felt it come off the woman herself. They were all possesed with something evil, the whole lot of them. He didn't know what to do, save the girls, and protect the lesser of two evils, join up with Cervantes, who obviously wasn't the good guy, but he was bent on killing the lot of them, so it might at least be good for a little bit.
He did consider a thrid option... kill the whole lot of them, and walk away knowing the world would be safer with no hyena people in it.
He shook his head, not yet, he couldn't just slaughter innocent evil people, could he?
He honestly didn't know the answer to thaqt.
For now, he would have to take on the big one. At least he had a group to help him with this, and as soon as that was done... who knows.
He let the sword gleam in the sun's rays, and cautiously looked at what had come out of the woods.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen and Vladamere stood facing one another. Vixen had jolted suddenly when the winged creature had lent his energy to cure her of the tainted blood which had tried to change her. She was suddenly aware... of all the people and all the parts they were playing in this scene.

Vladamere looked at her... stoic as always... he was asking her something... to do something she was loath to do. She shook her head no... and he frowned. He reached out to touch her. Again she shook her head. She wasn't ready... not yet. Yet he willed her. His hand finally touched hers. "You are ready... I know it..." he whispered kindly.

Vixen pushed the angel away. He was wasting his life to protect her from a disease too strong. He fell still groaning from the pain of his attempt. She stepped closer to Vladamere and simply nodded in understanding. He reached forward grasping her hands in his. She started chanting... the very same words she had chanted so long ago... only this time in reverse. The air crackled around them... their hands enveloped in an eerie blue aura. Slowly Vixen's words became stronger... more confident.

The blue light grew until it was blinding in intensity. Those around them could no longer see the two people being absorbed by it. Vixen shouted out the last word desperately before the power of her spell swelled outwards pushing away all around them. When the energy finally disapated... there was only one figure kneeling where earlier there had been two.

Vixen blinked... breathing heavily. Once again whole. With all the hurtful memories that went with it. She stood carefully. Rolled her neck as if getting used to her own skin again. She flicked a look at the wizard with his sword... standing indecisive. At Rose kneeling and watching in awe. At Cervantes... still evil... still wanting... and the lil' pup... newly transformed. Finally to the winged angel who had tried to help her.

"Okay M'Lord... let's see what you've got then shall we?" She smiled. Vladamere's sword lay on the ground at her feet. She glanced down at her semi-naked form. Only her shirt covering her. She slipped a dainty foot under the sword and kicked it upwards... catching it smoothly in her hand. She wielded it like she knew how to handle such things and faced the werehyenna.

"Come on then doggy... come play with Vixen..." she sang.

OOC: Hey RoseThorn & Ravenloft... can you guys contact me please?

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

As Ren stepped before him Cervantes tilted his head to the side. "Whats the matter? Don't you like the gift I have given you? Don't you realize that it will only make you that much better of an assassin? That is your living is it not? If anything you should be thanking me. For I have given you the means to become the greatest assassin in the realm! Now... STAND DOWN! Pup..." With a nod to the two infected women, Cervantes added. "It is not I you need to fear at this moment as I have already delt with you as I saw fitting. It is the two bit... The two women... With their blood like ours they will vie for dominence over us... As they are still, like you, inexperienced. They will most likely surrender to their base instincts." Cervantes fell silent as he watched the brilliant blue light burst forth from Vixen and Vlademere, swallowing their forms from view.

 

[Morgoth]

If only Tyrael still had his old powers! This would have been over long ago. He could have healed the worst disease, even a soul infection by an Archemon, with a snap of his fingers. Now he was more confused than before. He stood up, power suddenly flooding through his veins. He knew what he would do! He would use a handy little spell. He began to cahnt, and a white wave burst forth from him. It would knock any type of evil being to it's knees, if only for a while. He watched as Cervantes crashed to the ground. Then he turned to Vixen.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Salvitore

As they enter the guard house, Salvitore calls for his 5 best archers. "Men I have a secret mission for you.
I won't ask you to join me, but do bring me all the gold tipped arrows the 5 of you can get for me. I will be leaving in the morning, please have them ready by then and if you want to go with us, I will fill you in on the details better then."

As the team of archers go to retrieve the arrows, Salvitore goes into the back room and unlocks his trunk.
Pulling out two swords, he passes one to Taril ( OOC: it resembles Xena's sword, but it has a gold blade.)
and keeps the second one ( OOC: best described as Conan's sword from the Conan movies.).
Locking the trunk back, Salvitore speaks to Taril "I need to rest for awhile you can lay down on the cot in the far wall, err if you need to that is." Placing the sword on the ground by his bed before laying down, he is already thinking of the sweet revenge he will have on that murdering bastard of a creature tomorrow before he even reaches down for the covers.

Salvitore wakes up at daybreak as usual, and gets ready before going into the main room of the house. Walking in, he finds three of the archers fully dressed for battle and what looks to be about 10 or 15 arrows apiece. "Brothers, if you want to go, I must first tell you what you are getting into. We are going after that thing that killed my son, it is powerful and it is up to us to stop him." he said to them. "We will help you avenge your son's death sir no matter what the cost." the senior archer stated. With a tear forming in his eye, he nods in appreciation to them.

"Taril, do you know where we can find our prey?" Salvitore asked before turning to the tall metallic man.

 

[Kepic]

Taril

"I am no tracker, Salvitore... but something tells me this one will not have gone too far. He's overconfident... likes to gloat over his power" I said, "I imagine he'd stick around awhile to keep an eye on things, enjoy the carnage he's wrought..."

Salvitore waved me silent. "Very well, we will begin the search" he said, "its tracks shouldn't be too difficult to pick up."

If it took this man to the edges of the world and back, I knew he wouldn't relent to he had his revenge. I sighed inwardly. I knew exactly how he felt.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(OK, Peeps, I cant really read right now, In a Rush, Sooo someone PLEASE Write me In!!!!! I'll Post Tomorrow But right now I Need Some help getting back in here! *Winces* I've been away too damnedable long..)

 

[Renegade]

Ren

IC: Trying to keep my focus on Cervantes, I begin to think about what he had just said. There was a bit of truth to what he was talking with me about. From what little I knew on his... from our species, the female was the dominate sex. They had a rule over the males of our species that somewhat resembled the relationship of a master and their slave. By helping the women, I would be helping those that could later try to rule over me. Hmmm actualy that didn't sound so bad considering who would be in charge.

Before I could give the subject anymore thought, a sudden wave of energy slamed itself into Cervantes. The man was knocked hard onto the ground as I jerk away to see Tyrael withdraw the power once Cervantes was surely down for now. "Nice shot," I tell him with a raised eyebrow as he walked towards Vixen and Vlad. I was very impressed at how easily he could bring down this destructive creature. But it would definatly not keep him down and out of the picture for very long.

Turning away from Cervantes for the moment, I ask to anyone that had the answer "So, does anyone want to explain to me what the hell is going on?" This is what I get for showing up late to the big showdown. Well things weren't going to be over just yet, so I had alot of time to catch up.

OOC: Sorry it took awhile for me to post. Was kinda confused on certain parts of the last couple of replys.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Within a minute Cervantes stood to his feet, scowl on his lips he eyed the winged one. "That was a mistake wing boy! I honestly don't know what your problem is but I think I have the cure for it... RIGHT HERE, ON THE END OF MY BLADE!" Cervantes slashed his katana through the air tauntingly as it pulsed bright red.