The League: Bloodlines ((Started/Closed))
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"Peace?! Kindness?! Such things are weak! My Gods are not weak, they are strong! They think that I should defeat you to prove my and, thus, their superiority! Anyone who preaches anything but strength is mistaken! The strong fight on and survive... The weak fall down and die!" Harot walked up to Matridor and stared straight into her eyes. "To become stronger is the ultimate goal of man!"
Strife sat on the body of the hydra as the remnants of the wolves raced away in fear. His armor receded slightly, leaving his face open to the air but not allowing his body to be vulnerable. He watched as others began to fight over on a hill, but simply laughed to himself as they started displaying their powers so freely to each other. A sure sign of failure in the future, seeing as any of them could now look for weaknesses in each other and figure out how to defeat the other person.
Strife laid back, his head resting on one of the hydra's shoulder bones as Strife gazed up into the sky. He was tired, but he had a feeling that his day wasn't quite over yet.
"Hey, you lunatic up on the hill. Quite down, some of us are trying to get a little rest after being so rudely woken up this morning!" Strife called out, glancing over to the man who was ranting about gods.
Strife laid back, his head resting on one of the hydra's shoulder bones as Strife gazed up into the sky. He was tired, but he had a feeling that his day wasn't quite over yet.
"Hey, you lunatic up on the hill. Quite down, some of us are trying to get a little rest after being so rudely woken up this morning!" Strife called out, glancing over to the man who was ranting about gods.
Adam looked up at strife, 'hey could you help me cut up this hydra, I want to sell this meat' he shouted while filling his last bag, 'also could you get some more bags' He then looked up at the hill, I should help them out, but that won't get me a bigger house.
The Enemy sighed. "Okay, you know what, I'm just going to back away before a wild blow knocks my head off." She took a few steps back and watched.
Gotta go for an hour or two.
"No the second and if you want it cut I'll need something to cut it with because I'm not going to use my powers for that." Strife said, sitting up and looking at Adam who was just finishing filling up his bag with hydra meat. He immediately made the armor recede to further up his arm so that it wasn't going to get in the way if he was going to be chopping up the hydra.
Harot laughed at her. "It is not them you should tell be worrying about! Look at the enemy in front of you! Procliam yourself as a lower being this instant or I shall fight you till you, or less then likely I, fall!" Harot growled like a beast at the woman in front of him. "So what'll it be? Will you fight me, or will you see the truth and accept me as the superiour of us? Make your mind up quickly."
Variava lowered his aim hesitantly, his eyes stopped glowing as he looked around less and less. He took a seat and just put his head on his hand, waiting for the two to settle it. Maybe if I am quiet I can just figure out what has been happening He thought as he looked on.
"Being? You speak as if you are something else... I do not like you." He turned away from Matridor and spat on the ground. Accept it for now. ...OK. "Fine, I shall accept it as that for now. Now declare it to the world! Say the words you said you would and I shall back down, happy with the result of our little... 'conversation'."
After Grimm's brief confrontation with the mysterious wolves he made his way to the carcass of the hydra. It was being harvested by one of his comrades and a used a method of relaxing one's legs for another. A man in the distance appeared to be approaching the latter
well, It's truly dead. That's a good thing.
Grim was forming the bladed shadow claws up his arms yet again.
"Did you need any help cutting that thing up?"
well, It's truly dead. That's a good thing.
Grim was forming the bladed shadow claws up his arms yet again.
"Did you need any help cutting that thing up?"
As Matriador and Harot finished their confrontation, it only then became apparent that the glowing-haired man from earlier in the day had been sitting there, watching them. "Are you juveniles finished then?" He asked with disdain. "Good. It was getting rather pathetic watching you younglings fight over such petty squabbles as strength."
He stood up, and approached. "If you'd like a story, I'd be glad to give you one. My name is Ramba Langr. I come from a village across those mountains." He pointed to a vast ridge of spires climbing up into the clouds. "I am the last of my people's Sun Priests, those who control the light of the great sun-god Lang."
He stood up, and approached. "If you'd like a story, I'd be glad to give you one. My name is Ramba Langr. I come from a village across those mountains." He pointed to a vast ridge of spires climbing up into the clouds. "I am the last of my people's Sun Priests, those who control the light of the great sun-god Lang."
Fuam, admittedly a bit confused by the rather sudden dissipation of the tension that had existed moments ago, decided to take a seat across from the blue creature. He sat in silence for several long moments
"I would be glad to tell you my story if you'd tell me yours...are you a gorgon?" he said, finally breaking the silence, even if he did it in a somewhat brash way.
It took a few seconds after that he registered the existence of the man with the glowing hair and a few seconds longer still no register his words "Well...I think it would be interesting to hear both your stories..."
"I would be glad to tell you my story if you'd tell me yours...are you a gorgon?" he said, finally breaking the silence, even if he did it in a somewhat brash way.
It took a few seconds after that he registered the existence of the man with the glowing hair and a few seconds longer still no register his words "Well...I think it would be interesting to hear both your stories..."