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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:33 pm
∆Tuesday, August 28th, 2007. 12:49am PST∆
Roleplay is being set up, E.T.C. is Wednesday afternoon.
∆Tuesday, August 28th, 2007. 1:11pm PST∆
Roleplay is still under construction.Welcome and Rules posts are both compleated. Introduction post is in progress.
∆Tuesday, August 28th, 2007. 5:07pm PST∆
Finishing up the roleplay, Welcome, Rules, Introduction, and The Domain posts are compleate. Characters post is nearly done as well. Profiles are being accepted.
∆Wednesday, August 29th, 2007. 1:44am PST∆
Added more to Introduction post. i'm having a roadblock with my chara, so until then characters is under construction. Questions and comments are welcome.
∆Thursday, August 30th, 2007. 10:19am PST∆
Ok, was half a day late, the Roleplay is now open, and we have two players. I will not be able to get online from Thursday evening to monday afternoon, as I will be attending the Scottish Highland Games this weekend. I will be placing someone in my spot as moderator for that time, I'll let you know who it is. They will rule over the rp with the exception of accpeting/not accepting members to the rp, I'm greedy i want that power. razz
∆Thursday, August 30th, 2007. 9:37pm PST∆
Creator of Destruction Will be moderating this thread While I am gone. If anyone is mean to her I'll skin you alive ^^. I leave soon, so no more profiles will be accepted, with the exception of Elvendur, as he had tried to send me a profile before, but it failed. Have a great weekend!
∆Tuesday, September 4th, 2007. 11:32pm PST∆
I have returned. The Scottish games were AWESOME! I love going, and I suggest that everyone at least give it one go. Anyhow, Another person joined, and I'll be making another character to ballance things out. soon no more fighters will be accepted until some other slots are filled.
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∆ Rules
∆ Introduction
∆ The Domain
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:34 am
The city of Arret is wideley known throught the world for it's culture, divercity, population, art, economics and many other alluring things that bring people from all over the known world to it's center. The main form of entertainment, is not theatre, music, art, mathematics or politics, however. It is what is called The Domain.
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∆ Rules
∆ Introduction
∆ The Domain
∆ Characters
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:36 am
o1. Literacy is pleasing, be plesant, use the best grammar you have, add thurough detail, minimum of six sentances per paragraph.
o2. Absolutly NO godmodding, powerplaying, or mary-sues.
o3. Please PM profile applications to me under the title "Fight to the Death"
o4. There is no limit to the number of characters playable, just don't over work yourself.
o5. There Will be violence and death in this roleplay, if you have an issue with that or any other possible themes or issues, please do not read, join or think about it.
o6. All types of people are needed, if it becomes apparent that one type fills moreso then the rest, I will put applications for that type on hold.
o7. All races, or nearly all are permitted, though some will not reside in the earth demension, and will thus need a logical reason for being out of their homes.
o8. I-Am-God in this roleplay, do not piss me off, for I will zap you.
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∆Welcome Post
∆ Rules
∆ Introduction
∆ The Domain
∆ Characters
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:40 am
The Planet Hithrae is home to many races. Human is the largest in population, though many half-breeds and full on different races exist there as well. The only race that is not born in the dimension of Hithrae are demons. Demons are tightly knit, separated by loyalties to a family. These loyalties stay in place for life, unless the child is banished from the family, in which case one or two things happen; the child moves dimensions to Hithrae, or is scooped up by another, and most likely rival family.
Arret is a lush city, though the Domain reigns most powerful. Demons who are too weak to fight back, or are gullible enough to be coaxed into joining the exotic life of a ‘domain guest’. Humans and other less powerful beings are often bought from poor families with debts, runaways in need of food and shelter, or just people who will be thought to have vanished.
Those who enter The Domain have very few choices in career. Women will be split between dancers, prostitutes, servers and fighters depending on their behavior and meekness. Men mostly will go to the BattleGround, though some become dancers and prostitutes, to cater to those who prefer men over women. Children will often come in from families who cannot pay taxes or some other fee. these young ones will be divided to similar categories, though they are mostly sent to the BattleGround to kill each-other, or as prostitutes. Sometimes they become pets to the wealthy common visitors for company.
Those who live in the Domain will never leave by any other means then death. Those who fight will fight until they are killed, age is of little consequence. The children who will survive whatever they are placed in will change into a similar trade, or as children be given to wealthy and influential patrons. This does happen with adults and older teens, but it is incredibly uncommon.
The typical life expectancy is around three weeks for fighters with little experience, a few months if they have had training. For dancers, servers and other little contact people, around four years is minimum, though with suicides the time frame is around three to six weeks. Children will last for the most part about a year, if they do not fight, if they fight, a few days is expected. Prostitutes last anywhere from two days to eight months. Pregnancies are mostly removed, unless the male who impregnated the prostitute wants to keep the child, though this is unlikely. Pets are not kept on The Domain's lists, nor do they keep track of them unless they are returned, but the estimated life length is around three to seven years, though life may not always be as pleasant as the time alive may seem.
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∆ Rules
∆ Introduction
∆ The Domain
∆ Characters
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:41 am
The domain consists of one Seven level building shaped in an oval, called The BattleGround, Two large housing units for the entertainment, one for men, the other for women, though this arraignment is just for looks, those who reside in these two houses sleep where they wish without bother. A bit further from the Domain is another housing unit, though it is nearly the domain’s size. This housing unit belongs to the man who designed and runs The Domain.
The BattleGround The Battle ground is seven levels, it is as follows:
7. Poor viewing level
6. Dining and viewing area
5. Casino and entertainment hall
4. Private level for the designer
3. Rich viewing level II
2. Rich viewing level
1. The Battleground
7 The poor viewing level is nothing but an open floor with a guard rail in the center, so the viewers can see what goes on six floors beneath them
6 There is seating along the rail, so those eating can enjoy the entertainment, but there is dining tables around the floor, so viewing is optional
5 There is very few seating areas for viewing here, seeing as there are dancers and gambling to be done, though the noises from four floors below is carried up.
4 Only the designer and his friends have seen this area. Private servants do anything asked, dancers and other forms of entertainment are brought up while the men view the BattleGround, gamble, eat and talk.
3 The lesser wealthy people view from this floor, there is seating similar to stadium style, the chairs are nice and they are served nearly whatever they wish.
2 The wealthiest view from this floor, right in on all the action so no detail is missed. there is seating similar to stadium style, the chairs are nice and they are served nearly whatever they wish.
1 The BattleGround itself. The floor is of sand and gravel. There are four doors, all barred. The walls and sand is stained with blood and more gruesome things. Chains and loops of metal hang from two ends of the oval shaped arena, though they are not often used.
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∆ The Domain
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:42 am
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[b]Name[/b]
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[b]Age[/b]
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[b]Status[/b] This is for everyone, those inside the BattleGround will state the time they have spent inside the walls.
[b]Personality[/b]
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[/size] 1. Username SkyeBaby
Name Jara Ne’gium
Gender Female
Age 20
Race Human, though there has been some speculation that she is a mix breed.
Appearance Jara stands roughly at five foot six, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her clothing is as seen in the image, though it is dark in color. She also will sometmes wear a pair of old lace up sandals, though it is rare to seeh er wearing shoes. On occasion she has a collar of steel about her throat, it varies when she wears it, soemtimes during dance, others during battle.
Occupation What she fondly calls “BattleGround Whore”. A mix of fighter and dancer.
Status 7 months, longer then anyone expected, especially since she works two arenas, not just the BattleGround
Personality Jara is cold and distant to those she ‘works’ for, but is gentler to those in her own predicament. She finds it hard to pity those who have been here for a long time, and those that break will receive mixed treatment.
Sexual Orientation It truly doesn’t matter, Jara is forced on one end, though if she wants it with another of the Domain’s pets, she really doesn’t care about gender.
Biography Jara was found seven months ago living in an out-skirted area from the main city of Arret. She had been fed well and was obviously taught in one or two manners, but since she was tired and longing for a home she was easily seduced by the call of what The Domain claimed to be. Before belonging to The Domain, Jara lived with an aunt, her mother having died in childbirth, her father supposedly having vanished a week before. Life with her aunt was fairly simple, and Jara had enough time to herself to do as she wished. When she became one of The Domain’s pets, it was assumed that Jara would become one of the dancers, though the air she put off made some of the men in charge believe she’d be entertaining in a fight. It turned out Jara had enough of a fire to keep her from dieing, and as she continued on, she also lacked remorse.
2. Username Creator of Destruction
Name Sylva
Gender Female
Age Around 200, though for her breed she may as well be 17
Race Basilisk
Appearance Sylva
Occupation Fighter
Status Sylva has been a fighter for only a month.
Personality Sylva is cold and indifferent, cunning and cruel. She enjoys a good fight, and therefore does not use the secret weapon of her eyes to kill her enemies. She is a fan of sarcasm who applauds the clever for their wit. She tends to exaggerate “S” sounds in her speech, though not quite so much as the infuriating snakes in cheesy TV shows; “K,” “C,” and “T,” are also harsh when she speaks. When Sylva starts something, she always finishes it, and when she truly cares about anything, be it a person, an object, or an idea, she can be violently passionate. In spite of her generally callous demeanor, she has a hot temper and a desire to help those who cannot help themselves. However, if someone is capable of bettering their situation and yet they refuse to do so, Sylva will have no mercy, physically and verbally. She is well known for her sharp tongue.
Sexual Orientation NA. Sylva is simply not interested. Period.
Biography Unlike most of the Battleground’s occupants, Sylva does not brood over her misfortunes. She thinks her parents were fools for getting so deeply into debt that they sold her, but other than that she does not dwell on her family, as she had very little attachment to them even when they lived together. She has seen them in the stands a few times, doubtlessly gambling away even more money and digging themselves right back into the hole they were in before Sylva was sold. It’s a bit of a pity, as she was sold for quite a lovely sum. “It ain’t of’en we get ta see Basilisks in the Domain.” That was what they said when they offered their price. She may not focus much on her emotions, but Sylva remembered exactly how she felt at that moment: proud.
In spite of her short time as a Fighter in the Domain, she has already established among the newer members that she is a force to be reckoned with. Those with some seniority in the Battleground might still look down on her, but she’ll make them see eventually. And what they witness will be their own deaths.
Slyva relishes her time fighting; where every decision is life or death, every move means victory or failure, every moment causes only one thought to echo through her mind: Kill or be killed. To her, it is thrilling to be so constantly close to death; that black mistress is her lover, and she finds it such a shame that she had spent her entire life never noticing Death until the Battleground came, and Sylva met Death’s cruel, gentle caress, and they were as one.
Now Sylva lives only to fight. Her specialty is her speed and quick thinking, as well as her agility and lithe, sinuous strength. She moves like a snake, it is said, a blur on the battlefield until that fatal moment when she makes her strike.
There are a few things to her advantage that most people do not know, though. Because although they can see the results, they cannot understand how they happen. Many think that Sylva is blindfolded to hide that she is blind, an embarrassing affliction in the prestigious Battleground. This is false. The cloth over eyes is not to save herself from shame, but to increase her enjoyment. Her eyes, if they were ever unveiled, would kill all who met their lethal, icy blue gaze. She can also sense vibrations in the ground, making up for her lack of eyesight and less than perfect hearing. Lastly, her fangs secrete a paralyzing venom that will eventually reach a victim’s lungs, effectively immobilizing them and inducing suffocation. It is another tool she opts not to use, but will resort to if necessary.
3. Username Kowsauni
Name Shi
Gender Female
Age 17
Race Yaun-Ti
Appearance Rough sketch I'll replace it as soon as it is inked and colored. Her hair is purple and her eyes yellow. Her skin is a pale green and her scales are jet black.
Occupation Staying alive long enough to figure out how to escape
Status Newly arrived beast for the Domain arena.
Personality Shi is a kind sweet girl. Shy and reclusive by nature she cares nothing for violence. She is very emotional and is not use to big buildings or large crowds of people. All she desires is to live a free where she can enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
Sexual Orientation just waiting for the right snake man to come along and sweep her off her tail.
Biography Shi was born to a small tribe of Yaun-Ti in a forest far away from the Domain. She lived the first 17 years of her life in relative happiness, not a care in the world. However that all changed one day when she was out foraging for food and she was captured by some poachers. She was then sold to the domain as an extremely rare exotic beast at quite a hefty price. She now is kept in a cage and treated like a mere beast despite her being sentient being. She is meant for use in the arena but do to her rarity and cost of purchase her owners are careful about keeping her alive. She herself is just a scared and extremely confused girl. She has no idea what has happed to her or where she is. She asks anyone who gets near her why this is all happening to her and what she had done to deserve this and pleadingly begs for them to let her out and help her return home. Shi herself is lightning fast and extremely agile. She’s a little bit fragile but her thick scales protect her from light slashing and piercing blows. Her mystical scales are also extremely magic resistance and have a tendency to reflect magical attacks back at her attackers. Shi has venomous fangs and can turn her hands into the heads of snakes and make them extend. However when hunting she would prefer to use her powerful tail to constrict her prey. Unbeknownst to Shi she has magical talent. However she has no idea how to use it.
4. Username SkyeBaby
Name Cereni Te’urue
Gender Female
Age 17
Race Rejen Demon
Appearance Human Form:
Cereni stands at nearly five foot three, her slender petite figure full curved and quite appealing. Her eyes are a frightening violet-silver, with just enough color to stand out from the whites of her eyes. Her lips are plump and deep in color, and beneath the soft flesh lay sharp fangs that glimmer in well-lit areas. Her small ears are pointed, a obvious sign to her non humanism, but are crafted in a way that is unlike any other ear recognizable, seeing as the route to the drum is very very thin, nearly invisible. Cereni dresses in lavish clothing and expensive jewelry, never being handed second level quality.
Her true form is far more intimidating then her usually appearance, though it is hard to say exactly what she looks like. Her skin color fades until it is nearly see through, able to see all that moves beneath it. A second row of teeth, all perilously sharpened comes forward. Her height is unable to be determined, as her figure is nearly impossible to discern. Her hair changes from silky black to wild white, and her eyes stay the same unnerving silver-violet. Clothes are pointless, but her form shows no gender.
Occupation None
StatusThe daughter of a wealthy BusinessDemon
Personality Cereni is nearly always bored, and looking for amusement. She finds others pain delightful, but grows bored swiftly, thus ending her fun. Cereni gets what she wants and is used to it, none will defy her and live, and she loves it. Often she will take home and torture the most favored victor of the night, just to be the one who breaks them.
Sexual OrientationWhatever she feels like, no one will deny her and live to regret it.
Biography Cereni’s father was a very important man in the building of The Domain, and in his adoration for his daughter, he has given her his seat in the domain, so she may enjoy any night that she pleases in luxury. Cereni killed an innocent her first time at the age of seven, having had juice of some kind splashed on her feet. She found death to be quite fun, and continued killing The Domain’s gifts until her nineteenth year when she took a break from killing right out and started playing with torture.
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∆ Introduction
∆ The Domain
∆ Characters
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:43 am
Reserved space.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 12:44 am
Reserved space.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:30 am
Jara sat on the stone floor that made up one of the long houses belonging to The Domain’s belongings, bare knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She mumbled to herself, trying to keep a hard exterior, but the memories of the previous fight was enough to make her loose what control she had managed to maintain for the past five months. It was hard enough killing someone who did nothing wrong to you, if you had those morals, but killing someone who had meant nearly the world to you was enough to drive the young woman mad. She had not come out unscathed, Geraim had not wanted to die, and he had fought harder then he had ever been known for. The brunette sighed, gathering herself enough to apologize to the wind and her own gods before begging Geraim to forgive her for putting him in an early and unworthy grave.
Jara glanced around, ignoring many of the people who resided there with her. Few spoke, for while they were not forbidden to speak to each other, many found it cruel and ironic to have befriended someone only to have to kill them or watch them die nearly the next day. The last battle of the evening was taking place as the moon rose high n the sky, the screams from the spectators drowning out the howls from the BattleGround itself. It must be a good fight, for the screams of the dieing to be unheard from the long houses, and Jara felt a small tremor rise up between her shoulder blades at the thought of tomorrow.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:13 pm
Sylva was in her element. The dusty floor of the BattleGround did nothing to impede her movements as she flickered across the arena, a constant blur of twirling movement, of chestnut hair and strangely translucent skin that was ever so slightly tinged with green. She could hear them in the stands—her fans, her enemies, the indifferent, all who had come here, just to witness these fights. Sylva aimed to give them exactly what they paid for.
Her opponent, a large gargoyle of a creature named Kaiaen (she was unfamiliar with the species) growled ferociously, and the crowd roared its delight in return. She smiled as she spun gracefully away from a potentially lethal blow aimed at her mid-section. So, she thought happily, the brute’s attacks are entirely physical after all. Usually when she began this almost dance-like maneuver of dodging, her competitors became so frustrated, so positively enraged, that they quickly revealed their best move, simply for the pleasure of seeing this annoying fly destroyed at last.
But Sylva was no insect. She was a Basilisk, a proud and cunning snake. And the BattleGround was where her less than savory animal instincts could be unleashed.
As Kaiaen’s arm flashed past her, she abruptly stopped spinning, grabbing his arm in one hand and clamping on with surprising strength. Her other hand flew, nails first and straight as a board, toward the outstretched appendage. She felt a flush of satisfaction as the crowd screamed appreciation for her attack.
She ripped her arm back from Kaiaen’s, a hot spray of blood shooting up from the inflicted wound, the gargoyle’s arm strangely bent where the bone had splintered from the impact of her strike.
The creature bellowed in pain and rage, something like sentience flashing in his eyes. But Sylva felt no pity.
They continued for a few more minutes. Kaiaen continued to aim bone-crunching kicks and punches in her direction, missing each time but nevertheless sending a spray of wall or gravel into the air that made the crowd wild as Sylva made tiny nicks in his skin with her terrifying nails. Their bloodlust was infectious, and soon Sylva could no longer contain her own.
She smiled viciously, revealing her long, needle-like fangs.
“Goodbye,” she spat, and as Kaiaen turned to face her for the last time, she plunged her hand into his throat, curling her fingers into a fist just before she hit his spinal cord. There was a crunching sound, and then she pulled her fist from the creature’s neck, sending out yet another jet of scarlet life. Kaiaen fell with a thunderous crash to the gravel and sand floor of the BattleGround.
There was a moment of silence.
Suddenly, the audience erupted with insane cheers, screaming for battle, screaming for blood, screaming....
for Sylva.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 7:59 pm
The cheers died, the moment passed, and after lingering for as long as she dared, Sylva joined the audience and left the Arena.
However, unlike them she did not return to a comfortable mansion, a well-furnished house, or even a small but private shack. The place Sylva went to was much less pleasant, much less homely than any of these; and yet it was the place she called home nevertheless, in spite of the fact that she had only lived there for a month and had no space within to call her own.
The place Sylva went was the concrete housing for those who lived, served, and died in the Domain. In all practical senses, it was a tomb for the living.
It was into this building that Sylva walked, and though she gazed upon the place with disdain, she did not fear it, did not dread the nights spent there with the moans of the injured and the wails of the depressed. She did not fear the stench of death that unvariably permeated the place, and was not bothered on those mornings when she woke up face to face with the corpse of a suicide victim or one of the Arena's fighters whose wounds had caught the best of them at last.
For one who would not die until someone forcibly killed her themselves, being so constantly close to death was something of a thrill.
Shya walked through the door to the place, scanning its occupants for signs of potential entertainment. Every so often, a fight would break out or else someone would snap and begin ranting to themselves in whatever language happened to be their native tongue. Most of the time, Sylva was content to watch these occurances, but tonight she wanted a more interactive source of fun.
Her eyes landed on Jara, curled up and deep in thought in a far corner of the house row. A smile lit her features, something that was not quite as comforting on Sylva as it was on most people; the fact that she had nearly two inch long fangs jutting out of her mouth was probably what did it.
"Hello, Jara," Sylva said in her soft, deadly whisper of a voice. She stopped before the girl, glaring happily down at her through the thick blindfold over her eyes. "You sseem down ttonightt. Oooh, lett me guesss....iss itt dear Geraim? I heard hiss wailss all the way from here thiss morning." Her smile never left her face.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 12:50 am
Jara had listened intently as the cries of the crowd died, signaling the end of the fight. It had not lasted long, though it must hve been quite entertaining for the veiwers, who were as fickle to the fighter they favored as most of the men were to the whores of the night. Moments later, Sylva's form entered the long house, form lightly sheened in either sweat or blood, though Jara was unable to tell, seeing as there were no lamps in the houses, and very few windows to llow in the moonlight. All that was seen on Sylva's shoulders was a light liquid sheen tht dared to be claimed in Jara's mind as sweat or blood.
It was mildy suprising to have the basilisk approach her, but Jara seemed too ditached to truly be alarmed. She nodded at Sylva's statement, not needing to look up to feel her disdain, though it came as no suprise. Her actions were veiwed as weak to the snakelike woman, and Jara was feeling her weakest, letting herself be seen mourning was never done, not for seven months, and it had certainly dropped her local standing from the other fighters. Jara let the thoughts race through her mind ebfore nodding at Sylva. "He was a good fighter and a worthy friend. He will be missed, though I will not let his death allow me to join him." Her sttement was not for Sylva alone, but for the others who had watched her that day, a deep seated hunger in their eyes, the thought of ripping her apart flowing through them, a seducing thought alone without Jara's mourning.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:41 pm
Sylva would not deny the pleasure it gave her to hear the sorrowful determination in Jara's voice, the subtle vibration in the low sadness of her tones. She had always thought that Jara would be the most fun opponent of anyone here, perhaps the one person that could offer her a truly entertaining fight, one that would really put her life on the line. Such a possiblity was thrilling, and Sylva eagerly awaited the day that she would be twirling around Jara, dodging the girl's own punches and kicks and whatever form of battle she saw fit. It would be the day that her own death may finally come.
So although Geraim's death had caused Jara to hole herself up over in a lonely corner for a full day, Sylva was satisfied with that grim stead-fastness, the words that Jara would not die.
She voiced this thought aloud.
"I am glad tto hear that Geraim'ss demisse iss nott going to affecctt your abilitiess. When I batttle you att lasstt, I wantt you in ttop form."
She smiled that eerie, fang-filled grin again and sat down beside Jara, her body seeming to coil upon itself like the snakes that had descended so long ago from Sylva's noble family line. Everything in her movements was snake-like, quick and slithery in nature. The way she sat was no different.
"I ttake itt you will be bacckk among uss ttomorrow?"
((No problem, this was too fun to abandon. ^_^))
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 4:54 pm
At dusk a rather forlorn looking wagon creaked down the road caring an enormous steel cage. It could barely navigate the cramped streets of the city leading towards the Domain arena. Once it reached its destination it passed past the two girls in the front and headed towards the back of the fighters barracks, where the beasts for use in the arena were kept.
A crane had to be used to winch the enormous cage from the back to the wagon to where it would rest for the time being. No sooner was the cargo unloaded then the wagon departed heading back up the road it came.
Inside the cage there was a young woman, well at least from the waist up. From the waist down she looked like an enormous black mamba. She looked to be about 17 and had long curly purple hair. Her skin was a pale shade of green and her eyes a vibrant yellow. She was incredibly thin and she looked a beat bit up. She had been beating herself against the bars and both the bent metal and the bruises on her skin bore testament to it. However that was a while ago. She now sat quietly in a corner her head held in her hands. She was quietly crying to herself. She was at a loss to what to do anymore. None of this made any sense. She was just a scared little girl, lost and alone in a strange place she would soon come to know as the Domain.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 9:09 pm
Jara smiled wirly, knowing exactly what the basilisk was thinking, as she was along the same page. The woman had seen many good fighters come and die, and she knew that Sylva was going to put up one hell of a fight once they were pitted against eachother, and it was likley the rulers of The Domain would figure out that their fight would cause a great crowd, though with Sylva being a bit newer to the Arena, it was possible they were giving her time to adjust and possibly improve before the fight came to pass. "The same goes for you, it would be dissapointing to have it end too quickly. Yes, I'll return tomorrow if I am schedualed, the next day if not."
The brunette watched Sylva settle next to her, scooting over to make a bit more room for her to slide into. she smiled mildy warmly, showing the baslisk she wasn't as unnerved as the others, not that it was assuemed she would be, being here so long had surely kept her from being too easily freaked.
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