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Name: Khazetemba Aurora-Sibernal
Nick Name: Khaze
Species: Anthropomorphic Lion
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Human Age Equivalency: 30+
Mature Adult at Age: 18
=Alliance=
Khazetemba adheres to a set of morals and a way of life that definitely signifies Good. However, as a Death Knight his body is rife with unholy energy, and the presence within his blade is very Evil. Though he retains control over it, the feeding requirement forces him to hunt for food in a similar manner to a feral predator, thus he must feed upon wild game and small creatures of the forest as a necessity.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 170LBS
Appearance: Khazetemba is a moderately built individual who's physically stable and healthy but not particularly muscled or defined. Pink furr covers the entirety of his body and his head is adorned with lustrous, long rose-red hair that is often draped down over his shoulders (giving it somewhat the appearance of a mane) and travels down to his lower back in full length. His eyes are a light shade of blue yet very intense He shares characteristics of both felines and humans - the feline portions come out in his head and face, triangular kitty ears poking out of his hair, with a button-nose appropriate for a cat, puffy whisker mounds with six white whiskers on each of his cheeks, and sharp feline's teeth. His tail too is clearly felinoid, about four feet or so in length with a tufty tip.
His humanoid features are present in his having hair, human hands with human nails, and the same with feet and toenails. For clothing he often wears a purple zip-up puffy vest with no shirt and a pair of bluejeans. Sometimes he will tie his hair into a ponytail and wear it through a baseball cap. He never wears shoes.
Death Knight Appearance - No Armor: When Khazetemba is in his Death Knight state, he is noticeably more muscular and hardy looking, but it is not like the powerful accentuation of the physical form a bodybuilder might exhibit - rather, it is barbaric, shedding away the natural grace and agile look of his normal felinoid form and replacing it with harsh, uneven brute muscles, as if he gained his strength by smashing things up rather than lifting weights. His posture suffers too, as his body bends forward and he tends to hunker down, though this is less noticeable when wearing his armor.
The eyes that were once soft and blue become harsh, shallow beacons of undeath, glowing a uniform shade of a pale blue. They could no longer be seen as warm, kind, or inviting, creating instead feelings of unease, discomfort, and even fear when looked into. The bright and lively pink furr that covers his body also falls victim to the corruption of the Death Knight form - once lustrous and vibrant, it becomes pale and sickly-looking, as if he suffered from malnourishment.
Though not actively part of his appearance, his 'presence' (what might be defined as his aura, vibes, karma, ect) becomes unpleasant - it feels unnatural to those who can sense him and, barring those who already know Khazetemba fairly well, it would not feel like a good thing that he was there.
Death Knight Appearance - Dreadplate Armor: The most prominent feature of the Dreadplate armor is the helmet, a thick, rounded blue humanoid 'skull' of sorts, with thick blue-grey horns jutting out from each side of the 'head'. The 'face' of the skull seemed to be held in an expression of agony, the 'brows' of the eyesockets hung low with a gaping fanged 'mouth' open in a an eternal silent scream of torment. The eyesockets glow a stronger shade of blue, strong enough that Khazetemba's actual eyes cannot be seen through the glow. No part of Khazetmba's face or head can be seen with the helmet on.
The rest of the armor wasn't nearly as elaborate, consisting mostly of layered blue plating that provided full bodily coverage. He wears largeish gauntlets with thick fingers on each hand, making his hands seem a lot bigger in the armor than they actually are. The same holds true for the dark blue sabatons that protected his feet - big and wide, they added to the 'hulk'ish appearance of the armor. His tail would jut out the back of the armor, covered on top by triangular plate "scales" that could bend and flex with the tail. The underside was protected by an inverse set of scales that ran from the base to the tip.
Death Knight Appearance - Lichbourne: When Khazetemba becomes Lichbourne, all of his furr falls out. His skin becomes thicker and grey like stone. His features appear to slacken and his mouth becomes fixed in a partially agape state. His eyes lose any signs of life and the blue glow becomes more intense, alongside a strange, eerie mist. His movements become jittery and jerky and overall he looks very much like some kind of aged zombie.
Runeblade Appearance: Khazetemba's runeblade resembles a thick longsword clearly designed to be held in two hands, with a wide blade about four feet in length and approximately a foot in width. The pommel of the sword was proportionally sized to the rest of the blade and was decorated with an evil looking, red eye sneering fanged skull. The grip was fairly thick, perhaps comparable to a can of pringles, and necessitated the use of two hands to hold properly. Between the blade and the hilt was the guard, which extended about six inches to either side of the sword and resembled two smaller swords pointed away from each other, with black metal snakes curled around the 'blades'.
Along the blade of the sword itself were etched six symbols, in pairs of two: Two red drops of blood surrounded by a red diamond-like shape, two blue snowflakes, and two depictions of a green winged batlike creature with a tail. Most of the time, these symbols were dormant and were not differentiated by colour - however, when Khazetemba is a Death Knight and wielding the blade, the symbols each light up to their respective colours. These colours intensify when the symbols are being activated for special abilities, and dim when they recharge.
Khazetemba usually dissolves the Runeblade when not actively using it, which places it inside the twisting nether. When he transforms into Death Knight state, the runeblade can be pulled out from a Death Gate created on any available surface. While a Death Knight, Khazetemba's only option is to either carry the blade or implant it on the ground somewhere near him - if he's wearing his Dreadplate Armor, he can store it inside a titansteel sheath built into the back of the armor.
Personality: Kind, gentle, caring, very playful, hyperactive, prone to rants, headstrong, can roughhouse if provoked, and enjoys cat-n-mouse type games. He tends to be easygoing and mellow in calm situations, however he posseses a distinct lack of fear regarding most threats - though he will actively avoid confrontations if he can, if he is left without options his demeanor will change considerably and he will be fully prepared to fight. He is not against the notion of taking a life to preserve another, though he would try to pursue other routes first.
Abilities: A Frostfire Shaman who can conjure the elements of Frost and Fire and mix them freely, as well as having a lesser control over wind and earth. He can draw from his own life force to heal others and can perform various spiritual rituals with varying effects. He is an adept hand to hand combatant and though he lacks in brute strength, he posseses a great deal of natural agility and reflexes. It is not easy to catch him offguard.
Conjure Frostfire: Can conjure Frost and Fire energy which hold the properties of their representative elements. Requires minimal effort on his part to create this energy, presenting a sustainable drain on his stamina in most situations. He can mix both elements together, the resulting Frostfire creating blazes of flame that first burn deeply before turning to a frozen chill. The energy can be fired as projectiles, used to enhance melee combat, or serve utility purposes where applicable (cooking food, freezing water, ect).
Conjure Wind and Earth: His ability tomanipulate the elements of Wind and Earth are much less pronounced. Low effort is required to create gusts of wind and cause minor fractures in the ground, but sginificant strain and concentration are necessary to conjure localized minature typhoons and zone-specific quakes (in the neighborhood of a 30 foot radius).
Spiritual Nourishment: Khazetemba can call upon his own spirit and the spirits of nature around him to gather up replenishing healing energies, gradually restoring vitality to a choosen target. If significant wounds need to be mended, he is capable of doing so with focused concentration and a noticeable post-healing tax on his body.
Ancestral Rituals: Donning traditional shamanistic wear, Khazetemba can engage in a variety of different dances that result in various effects. With a rain dance he can summon a shortlived torrent of refreshing rain in a general location. A Spiritwalker Stride opens the corporal plane to the astral realm, allowing ancestral spirits to seep through, usually for the purposes of communication or entertainment, as the spirits enjoy dancing and singing.
The Farseer's Watch grants Khazetemba a mental image of far off places, though he's unable to control exactly what he sees – it's based more upon his subconscious needs and his emotions, as well as what the Spirits wish to permit him to see.
The Soothing Song is a ritual lead by the playing of a flute, who's harmonious tones can calm the temper of wild beasts and offer warm, inner feelings of peace to those who are open to feeling the song.
=Death Knight=
On a very distant side from his shamanistic teachings of life and wonder comes his unnatural affliction with the Knighthood of a Death Knight. Converted to one of these harbringers of doom against his will, he finds the transformation embodies everything that he reviles – whereas he normally seeks to enjoy life, encourage it to flourish, and bring happiness to those around him, the Death Knight seeks to end life, rend faith asunder, and spread nothing but pain and sorrow. A Death Knight is meant to cause these things by way of the unholy powers they are granted. Khazetemba too is privvy to this abominable sorcery, thoguh he does not use it as it was intended.
While Khazetemba does not adhere to the ways of the Death Knight, the runeblade he is forced to carry exacts an unceasing drive in him to drain life in order to feed itself. Staying outside of his Death Knight transformation for too long causes his body, mind, and soul to slowly degenerate. Hallucinations, mood swings, increased aggression, and a twisted moral structure are but a few of the affliction's foul effects.
In order to maintain his sanity and way of life, Khazetemba must spend certain lengths of time as a Death Knight. Merely being in the form is enough to appease the blade to some extent, but to quiet the voices in his mind he is forced to feed upon the essence of the living. Generally, he accomplishes much as any hunter would – seeking out prey to kill and eat in the guise of nourishment. As long as he maintains a semi-regular feeding schedule, he remains in control of the blade and himself, and can spend more time outside of the transformation.
=Death Knight Advantages=
Vastly increased physical strength, allowing him to wear a heavy set of Dreadplate armor and carry the large 2-handed Runeblade with ease.
Unnatural vitality, permitting him to go extended durations without any form of nourishment and an increased fortitude against bodily wounding and blood loss.
The Runeblade itself is a magical weapon teeming with Unholy Energy. The Runeblade harbors the markings of six runes – two of them frost, two of them blood, and two of them unholy. Khazetemba can unleash the energy stored within these runes for various different special effects and abilities.
Blood Runes – Permits Khazetemba to seal up his own wounds by woresning the injuries of another. Also can engorge Khazetemba's body with blood, causing wounds he sustains to spill a plague-infested affliction that brings disease and corruption in contact with living matter.
Frost Runes – Grants Khazetemba the ability to quickly chill his blood and skin, ceasing bloodloss from injuries and greatly increasing his fortitude at a significant cost of speed. He can channel frost through his blade, causing things (living or non) to freeze on contact. He can also project howling winds from his body, causing an explosion of freezing, concussive force that pours out from him in all directions.
Unholy Runes – Allows Khazetemba to surround his body with unholy energy, increasing his resistance to magical spells as well as increasing his agility. He can imbue unholy energy in inantimate objects or corpses to animate them and wrest them under his control. The blade itself can be implanted into the ground and Unholy Runes activated to create protective barriers that ward against physical and magical offense, at the cost of leaving Khazetemba unable to move his weapon without disabling the forcefield.
Summoning: As a Death Knight, Khazetemba is granted four summoning abilities.
Death Gate: Khazetemba is able to open a dark door to the nether, and can use it to travel long distances quickly or hide himself in the void from danger. Death Gates are time-consuming to open – they require Khazetemba's runeblade to be focused on the task, which takes around a minute, leaving him without a weapon for the duration. There is no limit to how far a Death Gate can be used to travel, however the end result will always be a general location unless Khazetemba is very familiar with the target area.
Runegate: A much smaller version of the Deathgate, the Runegate is used solely for the purpose of extracting Khazetemba's Runeblade from remote locations. There are few circumstances under which Khazetemba would be unable to retrieve his blade, unless powerful sorcerory, incapciatation, or the blade's imprisonment by divine means were in play. The runegate can pass over his body after the Runeblade is extracted and summon his Dreadplate Armor, if he desires.
Summon Gutwrench: Though not all Death Knights choose to do so, many imbue a specific undead with some of their energy to create a permanent, loyal companion. Such is the case with Gutwrench, Khazetemba's personal Ghoul. Loud, stupid, rude, and smelly, Gutwrench serves little beyond being a source of amusement for Khazetemba. Though the nekojin doesnt like to admit it, he feels a strange sort of attatchment to the disgusting creature, by virtue of it's loyalty to him and his creation of it. Gutwrench can complete utilitarian tasks for Khazetemba if commended, but in a combat role he's largely useless.
Summon Army of the Dead: With a significant source of Unholy energy, most Death Knights are capable of summoning the undead horde to aid them in combat. Due to the fact that Khazetemba is largely singled out from other Death Knights, and because he cannot gather such vast reserves of darkness in Deep Forest, his Army of the Dead is....not exactly what you'd expect. Beyond a distraction, it provides little combat utility, though it may be good for a laugh at his expense.
===DISADVANTAGES===
PHYSICAL STRENGTH: While healthy and agile, Khazetemba is not particularly strong in his normal form and actually happens to be somewhat fragile - he has a very low threshold for pain and is easily subdued by a determined assailant. His fragility only becomes more apparent as the symptoms of withdrawal mount during extended stays in his uncorrupted form.
FELINE QUIRKS: Along with his feline traits, Khazetemba suffers from a number of stereotypical feline quirks. Things such as yarn, fish, mice are all irresistibly enticing to him. Throw a ball of yarn at him and watch as he crumbles into a fumbley, hyperactive, very noisy kittenlike heap. Throw more than one ball of yarn at him and watch as he frantically tries to scoop them all into one place, failing by virtue of his complete lack of common sense - instead of swatting them with your paws, why not carefully gather him up? Such things do not register to someone who has gone catshit insane. Fish can get him groveling in a heartbeat - display a plate of sushi or a big fresh tuna and he'll be on his knees, offering just about anything to get his paws on it. Scratching him behind his ears is an effective way of dismantling him - he'll be too busy purring and pushing into your hand to think of anything else!
In essence, his responses to certain cat-related stimuli are overpowering. He generally cannot resist them in most situations and any shred of dignity he has is usually thrown to the wayside. He can resist these quirks in situations of an immidiately serious nature, such as combat or life-and-death.
DEATH KNIGHT: One would think that the power and abilities granted by becoming a Death Knight would be a great blessing, a boon. Sure, it pretty much turns the user into a harbor of nastiness but they could simply choose to remain in their normal form until the powers were needed, right? Unfortunately, this isn't the case. The initial conversion into a Death Knight is not a choice - if the Lich King wanted you to become a Death Knight, he'd turn you into one. Deeper than that, however, is even when free of the Lich King's control, a Death Knight still has very little choice in the matter of being one. Though Khazetemba is capable of assuming his normal, uncorrupted form, the unholy presence still lurks within his mind, and is a constant temptation for him to take up his blade. This is a temptation that, eventually, cannot be resisted. In fact, it's an addiction, a powerful one with profound effects on his mind and body.
Khazetemba cannot spend very long in his uncorrupted form before feeling the call of Death upon him. At the very outset, he could feel vibrant, happy, and alive. But in due time, his energy would be rapidly drained away - he'd become tired, weak, and feel ill. His vitality slips away from him, making him vulnerable and he would become susceptible to negative emotions - depression, hopelessness, anger, confusion. Death Knighthood to Khazetemba is comparable with heroin to a drug addict or liquor to an alcoholic - he can go short durations without being a Death Knight but eventually the need becomes so overpowering that he must resume his dark form, lest he be driven insane by the addiction.
The actual timeframe that could be spent in uncorrupted form before feeling withdrawal is largely based on context, set, and setting. It could be anywhere from as short as five minutes to as long as a few hours depending on the situation.
DREADPLATE ARMOR: When used, the Dreadplate armor is very heavy and inhibits Khazetemba's movement - he cannot wear it at all in his normal form as it's far too heavy for him to use. The increased strength granted by Death Knight state allows him to comfortably wear it but it still slows him down by about 25-30%. His attacks become easier to dodge and don't hit as hard as they would without the armor. Khazetemba can choose to discard certain portions of the armor to reduce the weight but also reducing the area of protection. If the armor is destroyed or damaged, the Runeblade can dedicate runic power to recreating it at Khazetemba's discretion. It takes a total of 2400 Runic Power to fully restore the armor from a destroyed state (48 hours of combat inactivity passively), lesser amounts to repair more minor or moderate damage.
RUNEBLADE: The Runeblade offers Khazetemba a combat presence and prowess he would otherwise not have, however it too has many downsides. For one, it is the absolute focal point of his Death Knight state and he is utterly dependent on it. It is deeply a part of Khazetemba and has become necessary for him to survive - if the Runeblade is taken from him, he cannot use any of his rune or runic power based abilities, the physical benefits conferred by his Death Knight state are essentially neutered, and he lacks the experience to take up another blade In the worst case scenario, if his Runeblade were to be destroyed, then so too would Khazetemba himself be destroyed. This bond is at the deepest level, the soul, and can never be broken by any means short of killing Khazetemba or destroying the blade.
===FAMILY===
Khazetemba has no knowledge of any family connected to him,.
===HISTORY===
It's so strange, you know? Sometimes people ask me about my history, where I came from. I always have to tell them the same thing: I don't really know. And then they go on to ask the obvious questions, like, how could I not know, do I not remember anything at all, do I have amnesia, did I hit my head, why am I pink? Well, okay, they'd have long asked that last one by now but that's beside the point. It gets a little annoying when folks want to know about you but you know so little about yourself.
...there is one thing. Well, it's...kinda big to be one thing, but you know...I don't really like to talk about it. It's where this all started...folks tend to ask "well how far back CAN you remember?" and I usually make up some story about waking up in the woods somewhere. But that isn't true. I didn't wake up in the woods. I woke up in someone's house. I knew I hadn't been invited, though. Nor had I gone there against my will. I had gone there against their will. And I was about to do something terrible. The very first thing I remember, where it all started...is I suddenly felt wrong. It was as if a massive shift had taken place in my consciousness. And then I realized I was holding a large blade above my head. In front of me, cowered a woman, her body as an ineffectual shield between me and her two young children.
I had stopped moving, and wondered what the hell was going on. Here I was, sword in hands, raised above my head...it was clear I had just been ready to slaughter these innocent people. But why? Why would I do these things? I didn't have the time or clarity of mind to really think of who I was, but I immediately knew in my heart that I could never kill these people. And yet I was about to. Why was I here? Why did I wield this blade? Why had I, seconds before, been prepared to kill them? What was going on?
A voice penetrated my daze at that point. "You are hesitating, Khazetemba. We have no time for games. Finish them, and we will proceed to the keep." I had looked to my left and spied a most revolting sight. A man...a human. His shape and size...I knew he had to be human...well, it was clear he wasn't entirely human anymore, but I knew he had to have been before. It was the eyes I had noticed first. They were glowing...a strange, misty blue...which might have been an amazing thing to behold but there was something eerie about this glow. It was unnatural not just by the fact it was there...but something else. I couldn't really explain it. But it was evil.
Not only his eyes, either...he was armored, so I couldn't see most of his body, but his helmet was presently off, and it looked as if he had shed some of his upper plating as well, which exposed skin. Skin that was not supple and fresh, like a normal human's would have been...it was pale, grey, lifeless. "KILL THEM NOW!" he had shouted at me, and my gaze snapped back to the woman. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks...in sobbing whispers, she begged me to spare her children...I don't know what possesed me to do what I did next, but I knew who my real enemy was. I made as if to strike her down, but in one quick motion I deviated my blade from it's downward path and cleanly decapitated the one who had ordered their death. Apparently, he had not expected this at all - not a sound came from him as his head was cleanly and quickly removed from his body.
At the time I was too desperate and frightened to notice, but the blade had swung with an unparalleled ease. When I thought back on the moment, I realized that the blade didn't feel like a blade at all - though I visibly held it between my paws and swung it as such, it carried no extraneous weight, and moved with the grace and flexibility as if a natural limb. I felt no experience in swordsmanship or any sort of combat-related craft, and yet this blade I wielded as if a master of the art.
I wonder how that woman fared? I didn't stay to find out. The moment I had killed my "compatriot", I felt a deep sense of dread. I knew I was in trouble. I had to get out of there. I told her to run, run as far away as she could, and then ran for the nearest window. I leapt out of it, and ran myself. It took me awhile to find my way out of the city...or what was left of it. To my horror, this hadn't been an isolated incident. I heard the cries of the dead and dying saturate the air around me. I saw the traces of genocide everywhere I looked - splatters of blood here, dismembered remains there, the dying slipping away as they clutched the last, fleeting remnants of life. I felt that evil, too. The evil I had seen in his eyes, I felt it all around me.
At first I simply believed it was just because more of his kind were afoot...but it wasn't until I had run, far and away from the city, that I had stopped to look myself over. I noticed that the feeling hadn't faded even though I had long escaped...and to my horror, I realized I was clad in a very similar armor as he had been. I removed some of it, and just as I had feared...my furr, a pale, sickly pink. In the rippling waters of a puddle I saw my face...my eyes. They were just like his.
A bit of a humorous offside may have questioned me as to why I wasn't surprised that I was a pink catlike creature. At the time that wouldn'tve mattered anyways, but though I can't remember things before that day, I have a certain sense, a knowing of how some things are right or wrong. I know I've always been a pink cat, and I imagine I probably got a lot of flak for it too. But it's silly to worry about the way you were born - be yourself, you know?
I looked at my blade...I was disgusted. Caked with blood...so much. It was not new, either. It was not just the blood that came from the one I killed...I knew, it my heart, that it came from the many I killed. I don't know what changed between the moment I had raised my sword against the woman and the moment I gained clarity...but it was obvious to me, that before that had happened, I had killed a lot of people. Without remorse. I wanted to rid myself of the weapon, so I threw it to the ground and walked away from it. But as I did so, I felt a constant and growing emptiness in my soul...I got maybe a good 300 feet away before it just became unbearable. I don't know what would have happened if I had the courage to just keep going but I didn't. I turned back, and retrieved the weapon, and that deep, hopeless emptiness vanished the moment I clasped my paw around it. I pretty much figured out at that point that me and this weapon were stuck together, for better or worse.
I spent the rest of that day in a haze. I mean, what exactly can you do in the sense of rationality when you suddenly realize that A: You're some sort of undead monster, B: There's evidence that you were responsible for the death of many, many people and C: You're somehow 'addicted' to the blade you likely used to kill said people.
I guess I was so exhausted, I fell asleep. You'd have thought sleep would be the last thing I wanted right then...but, at the time, I just wanted to close my eyes and make it all go away. I thought it did, honestly...because I woke up the next day. The first thing I noticed right off the bat was that I was naked, which didn't make sense as I had fallen asleep clad in that armor. But the second thing I noticed was that my furr was bright and lively...that evil presence I had felt around me was gone...the blade, it was nowhere to be found. I scrambled to my feet and located a nearby puddle...my eyes. That glow had vanished...in it's place, soft blue felinoid eyes.
*Sighs softly.* You don't know how good it felt, for those brief moments, when I thought it all to have been a dream. But it wasn't. Or, if it was, then I've been sleeping for a long time. This nightmare has yet to end. It wasn't long before I realized my peace would be temporary...no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I needed that blade, I needed it's power. I didn't want it, but I needed it. I guess it hid itself from me to prove this. When I felt that emptiness again...let's just say it got it's point across.
There's more to my story, of course. But that you'll find out when the time comes for it. I do want to say this all hasn't been bad. I've turned this curse...into a gift. It doesn't matter what I did before. It matters what I can do now. I want to find out who I am, why this happened...but until I do, I'm going to make the best of it.</i>
<color=red>My name is Khazetemba. I...am a Death Knight.
===Anything Else We Need To Know===
The range of his abilities isn't fully quantified in my head – I'm not entirely sure of what all he can do, so I may come up with things as I go along. This is not for the sake of combat, but rather, character development – ironing how and why he is who he is, as well as what he is capable of versus what he is unwilling to do.
===IC===
What stillness there may have been through the edge of the forest was slowly being disturbed, as fel-green lines of glowing acid etched themselves into the barren, lifeless earth. Whispers of the most dreadful, heinous things filled the air as the voices of darkness converged to guide their trespasser into these new lands. Each jade string ran paralell to one another and curved, coming together in the ground as the formation of a pagan symbol, which came to life with a cold fel glow.
The pentagram burned with intensity, and the voices that whispered now spoke with barely-fettered excitement. More joined them, and in this small area came an unseen audience's hushed anticipation of what was coming. The land started to turn a solid shade of emerald between the glowing lines, and it looked as if the dirt melted and bubbled, sick pops of an acrid ichor spewing up from the earth-hewn cauldron.
The voices hissed and shrieked, and brief disturbances in the air may have clued an onlooker in to the presence of nefarious spirits. They swept and swooshed among each other, their shrieks and howls raising steadily in volume, turning vicious one moment to snap at each other before becoming focused the next, swirling in determined circles around the corrupted ground that was growing, growing, large enough....to let someone through.
And it was he who began to rise from this desecrated earth. A mound of shapeless swamp-goo, pushing up from the cauldron like a zombie. The ichor collected upon this figure and sloughed off with sickening slurps, settling back down into the vile chamber from which it had been stirred.
His arm wrenched free and reached high into the air, fingers whittling away the vestiges of goop that clung to his armored form. As the sticky green substance washed away, the interlocked ebon plates of Dreadplate armor began to show their might, sparkling with an ebon gleam should any trails of light had been able to hit them.
The spirits became enraged, screeching at the newcomer, biting at the mass of glop that one could assume hid his face. They hated him, hated him with all their nether fury – how dare he use them like this, when he was so unwilling to feed them what they craved? They surged together, wispy banshee trails blowing through the air. They would kill him! They would tear him to pieces and grant his weapon to someone more worthy!
Screeching, howling, such an awful noise! They bit and clawed at his armor!
SHWOOM! A massive explosion of force that dispersed the spirits in all directions as the horned skull-helmet of the Dreadplate Knight burst forth. Khazetemba let loose a guttural howl that filled the air with a wretched, sorrowful tune. In all their rage, in all their malevolence, even these spirits could not reject the will of this Death Knight. Regardless of how he chose to desecrate the sacred rites of affliction, they were forced to bow to what lived inside of him, and his blade.
The Death Knight's pauldrons rose up from the muck, and the rest of his body followed. As he fully emerged from the bubbling wraith of the Death Gate, he stepped once and for all onto solid ground, his large, barbaricly armored form silhouetted against the clouds of acid smoke that rose around him.
To christen his arrival, he reached into the air in front of him, and as his fingers grasped at nothing, the signature of all Death Knight's began to materialize in his hand.
It was only moments before he proudly wielded the mighty blade, clutched firm within his gauntlets. He held the unholy weapon to his side and stepped forward, just as the Death Gate began to close up in the ground behind him, the spirits all draining away, leaving him with little more than their whispers of abhorrence for his unwelcome ways.
An unseen grin crossed his lips as his helmet turned towards the forest. From within the darkness, where his face could not be seen, his eyes blazed an undeathly blue, and his voice came forth as but a whisper, yet somehow it carried forth upon the wind. Were anyone nearby, they would no doubt hear his felheart tones.
"It is time...to make my mark on this place."
===Final Note===
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News: ~August 18th 2022~ - (Old News)
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
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Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
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Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
"What is that smell?"
Came a voice utterly breaking the any sort of tension or seriousness of the previous scene in an instant.
"It's like if stink bombs layed eggs and then those went bad."
There was a pause as the insulter turned, looking straight at the new arrival from the swamp. Whomever was talking was a little hard to make out due to the mists of fog, the outline was clear though. Humanoid.
"Oh. That explains it. What am I supposed to say again... oh right."
The thought of Have you found Jesus crossed the character's mind but he waved it off.
There was a clearing of throat as the taunter said in a very sarcastic, monotone voice:
"One line repeated: My family was wiped out by the scourge. Monster!" Then a breath
"Optional second line, rarely said: By the light I abjure thee!"
There was a whoop of laughter as apparently whom ever was talking was probably very brave, or very stupid. More than likely due to the reaction, the latter of the two.
Then again the humanoid was far away from the circle that had summoned the newcomer. So maybe it had some intelligence after all.
"Oh boy seeing that happen takes me back. Welcome! Welcome to deep forest! How may I be of service to you?"
Came a voice utterly breaking the any sort of tension or seriousness of the previous scene in an instant.
"It's like if stink bombs layed eggs and then those went bad."
There was a pause as the insulter turned, looking straight at the new arrival from the swamp. Whomever was talking was a little hard to make out due to the mists of fog, the outline was clear though. Humanoid.
"Oh. That explains it. What am I supposed to say again... oh right."
The thought of Have you found Jesus crossed the character's mind but he waved it off.
There was a clearing of throat as the taunter said in a very sarcastic, monotone voice:
"One line repeated: My family was wiped out by the scourge. Monster!" Then a breath
"Optional second line, rarely said: By the light I abjure thee!"
There was a whoop of laughter as apparently whom ever was talking was probably very brave, or very stupid. More than likely due to the reaction, the latter of the two.
Then again the humanoid was far away from the circle that had summoned the newcomer. So maybe it had some intelligence after all.
"Oh boy seeing that happen takes me back. Welcome! Welcome to deep forest! How may I be of service to you?"
Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
Khazetemba's ears twitched from beneath the helmet, as those pride-crushing words burned him from the inside.
What is that smell?
The Death Knight's exterior gave no indication of any particular response, but his mind told a very different story to himself.
Seriously?, he thought. Baths twice a day and someone still thinks I smell? What is with people? What do I have to do, start wearing perfume!? I'm not a freaking chick!
Most people would have stopped there. But the owner of this particular spite saw it fit to grind Khazetemba's pride into a fine powder and blow it into the wind.
"It's like if stink bombs layed eggs and then those went bad."
Now that's harsh. Taking things way too far there, buddy. Oughtta whack you if I can figure out where you a--- Khazetemba paused mid-thought, as the inciter spoke once more. At least he was interesting, though it wasn't until a few moments later that the Death Knight understood just how interesting he really was.
"Oh. That explains it. What am I supposed to say again... oh right." "One line repeated: My family was wiped out by the scourge. Monster!"
"Optional second line, rarely said: By the light I abjure thee!" Laughter was quick to follow.
Two things became quite clear at this point, as Khazetemba turned to face in the direction of what he now believed to be the forest's patron deity of what-the-fuckery: One, he was insane. Two, and most importantly, he was -very- good looking, and even shared a few of Khazetemba's own characteristics, the ears by far being the most intruiging.. If his blood wasnt running so thin, he'd have blushed - though not like anyone would have noticed it.
Yet still Khazetemba had not yet managed to squeak even half a word out before he ended up having even more to say.
"Oh boy seeing that happen takes me back. Welcome! Welcome to deep forest! How may I be of service to you?"
It was just too easy, and there was no way Khazetemba was going to pass this one up. His voice came much as before, whispers that carried on the winds between him and whomever would hear them in the area.
"Service?" he said, his tone an audible grin, "Oh, there are so many things you could do for me, pretty boy, I don't even know where to begin..." Khazetemba's armor slid against itself, metal scraping across metal as he began his approach, each footstep landing hard against the soil and leaving perforations behind. "It's always good to attatch a name to potential suitors..."
Khazetemba stopped at a distance, raising his Runeblade in one hand and pointing the tip of it towards the pink-haired one, frosty mists gleaming around the blade's edges.
"What is yours?"
What is that smell?
The Death Knight's exterior gave no indication of any particular response, but his mind told a very different story to himself.
Seriously?, he thought. Baths twice a day and someone still thinks I smell? What is with people? What do I have to do, start wearing perfume!? I'm not a freaking chick!
Most people would have stopped there. But the owner of this particular spite saw it fit to grind Khazetemba's pride into a fine powder and blow it into the wind.
"It's like if stink bombs layed eggs and then those went bad."
Now that's harsh. Taking things way too far there, buddy. Oughtta whack you if I can figure out where you a--- Khazetemba paused mid-thought, as the inciter spoke once more. At least he was interesting, though it wasn't until a few moments later that the Death Knight understood just how interesting he really was.
"Oh. That explains it. What am I supposed to say again... oh right." "One line repeated: My family was wiped out by the scourge. Monster!"
"Optional second line, rarely said: By the light I abjure thee!" Laughter was quick to follow.
Two things became quite clear at this point, as Khazetemba turned to face in the direction of what he now believed to be the forest's patron deity of what-the-fuckery: One, he was insane. Two, and most importantly, he was -very- good looking, and even shared a few of Khazetemba's own characteristics, the ears by far being the most intruiging.. If his blood wasnt running so thin, he'd have blushed - though not like anyone would have noticed it.
Yet still Khazetemba had not yet managed to squeak even half a word out before he ended up having even more to say.
"Oh boy seeing that happen takes me back. Welcome! Welcome to deep forest! How may I be of service to you?"
It was just too easy, and there was no way Khazetemba was going to pass this one up. His voice came much as before, whispers that carried on the winds between him and whomever would hear them in the area.
"Service?" he said, his tone an audible grin, "Oh, there are so many things you could do for me, pretty boy, I don't even know where to begin..." Khazetemba's armor slid against itself, metal scraping across metal as he began his approach, each footstep landing hard against the soil and leaving perforations behind. "It's always good to attatch a name to potential suitors..."
Khazetemba stopped at a distance, raising his Runeblade in one hand and pointing the tip of it towards the pink-haired one, frosty mists gleaming around the blade's edges.
"What is yours?"
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Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
(OOC: I deliberately kept physical descriptions of this character in hopes of keeping Meta-knowledge off of it. Keeping it hidden in the mists and only having the voice. You just described my character for me... and there goes part of my intro. You revealed the gender looks and the fact that it isn't wearing a facial covering item. I'm gonna try to figure out how to roll with this. So much for the mystery exposition.)
"You just came out of the swamp. Oozing with goo and other things I don't even wanna know is in there." Was the reply of the smooth feminine voice as the humanoid's scent mr, asked any hint as to its gender. Roses and Cinnamon. An over all nice smell. Unless you were allergic to that sort of thing.
"I think it's safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore if you think I'm going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
The figure looked overall female. Wearing a body glove of black that protected it from the feet to the neck, hard rubber tracing the very curvy and perky body, the head was exposed to the elements the face partially covered with a ninja style mask to keep form over inhaling the stench of the swamp. Granted tuffs of pretty pink hair stuck out from under it along with a hint of fair pale skin and ruby eyes that seemed to glow just as brightly as the pale blue ones from the knight. They glowed with calculation.
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
"You just came out of the swamp. Oozing with goo and other things I don't even wanna know is in there." Was the reply of the smooth feminine voice as the humanoid's scent mr, asked any hint as to its gender. Roses and Cinnamon. An over all nice smell. Unless you were allergic to that sort of thing.
"I think it's safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore if you think I'm going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
The figure looked overall female. Wearing a body glove of black that protected it from the feet to the neck, hard rubber tracing the very curvy and perky body, the head was exposed to the elements the face partially covered with a ninja style mask to keep form over inhaling the stench of the swamp. Granted tuffs of pretty pink hair stuck out from under it along with a hint of fair pale skin and ruby eyes that seemed to glow just as brightly as the pale blue ones from the knight. They glowed with calculation.
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
I’m not a coward, am I? she thought. Running away like this?
She sincerely hoped not.
A sky-blue phoenix soared just above the trees, beating her wings against the air as fast and as strongly as she could, which, unfortunately, wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be. The pain was almost unbearable; her muscles were aching just as badly- if not worse- than they had before, and a nasty throbbing pulsed behind her eyes. This wasn’t natural, what she was doing. In fact, it was very risky and extremely unhealthy for a shifter such as her. After all, she was a winter phoenix... and she was attempting this shape in the middle of spring.
But she couldn’t let that stop her. Not now, when the very forest was shaking beneath her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Simi had been dozing as a unicorn under the cool shade of a large orange tree, when the ground began to suffer earthquakes. The first time it happened, she had immediately gotten up and began walking away from the area, eager to avoid any other nasty surprises. The second time was so violent that she ended up toppling over her long cloven legs and hitting the ground with a muffled thud. The sudden movements below the dark soil deeply scared her, enough to make her shift into a creature that could escape the ground’s earthquakes- her phoenix form.
Afraid for herself but concerned for her home, for a while Simi flew close to the ground, no more than twelve feet above the foliage. She wanted to know what was causing the Forest to shake in such a way, and she spent her time searching for the answer. However, when the sound of a sightless explosion came an hour or so later, she decided against it and soared higher into the air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was where the unicorn-phoenix now flew. She was just above Deep Forest’s trees, which grew thicker and higher than any regular trees from the outside world and an adequate distance above land. However, this was an incredible height for her to reach in the condition that she was in. With the usual strength of her bird-shape weaker than it would have been in a snowy climate, she was going less than a third of her fastest speed, at just 47 miles an hour. And even this was tiring her greatly. Exhaustion dragged at her wingtips and her neck muscles, making her panic on the inside. Could she even make it to the edge of the woods? Simi had been heading there from the moment the earthquakes had started. All of the strange activity in Deep Forest had happened roughly in the middle of the entire woods, making Simi think that perhaps things would be less severe at the edge (or she hoped, absent completely.)
However, guilt also pulled at her mind and heart. Was it right to leave the forest’s center when there was something obviously wrong? As a unicorn, it was her duty to care for the forest and its creatures, and she felt obligated to do something about it. But what could she do? It wasn’t like this could be healed with her horn, and to be on the ground she could fall into some nasty fault from a third earthquake. The forest floor seemed quiet now, but she was slow to trust it again.
Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to leave it. She was just going to stay at the Edge for a little bit... for safety... for...
For safety and... sleep, too... I really need to... sleep...
Sleep sounds really good right now.
She had pushed herself, shape-shifting in springtime, and now the effects were taking their toll on her. As Simi grew more drowsy and her vision more blurry, she began to sink lower and lower beneath the tree tops.
“... to attatch a name to potential su...”
"You just came... swamp. Oozing with goo.... things I don't even wanna know is in there."
She felt as if she were carrying a boulder by her mere talons.
“I think... safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore... going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
The phoenix blinked stupidly as she flew closer and closer to the ground, no longer able to fight against her weariness. I smell? she thought drowsily. I didn’t think that I smelled...
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
Does he mean my color tone?
Was she imagining these voices?
With that thought, Simi finally lowered herself to a tree’s thin branch just at the edge of a clearing, of which her mind was too clouded to recognize as the beginning of the Wastelands. Her dark blue nails dug into the branch’s bark tightly as she struggled to get a grip where she wouldn’t fall back... or forward... whichever came first. The spot where she had chosen to land must have been visible to the two conversing strangers, but as far as the phoenix was concerned, they might as well have just been figments of her imagination.
Her neck began to bend and lean forward, her head hanging as her indigo eyes stared blankly at the bare ground below her.
She wasn’t prepared for when her eyesight suddenly grew black.
Shocked by her immediate blindness, Simi brought her head up and found the movement extremely painful. She found herself slipping backwards off the branch, not because of her exhaustion but for the fact that she was losing her talons. They were fusing together into two short toes. She beat her wings wildly as she tried to grab the branch with her wing-tips, but found even them changing into elongated legs. For a moment the branch was caught just under her fore-knees, and then the uni-phoenix fell onto the dirt in a heap. Now no longer a phoenix, the unicorn was lying in a mess of molted blue feathers. She shook her head furiously and looked up as she blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to fight the darkness. Thankfully, it quickly flew to the corners of her vision and Simi was able to see clearly again in just moments. She took a look at her surroundings, dazed.
“Did I make it?” she murmured quietly to herself. It looks like it...
Moving figures in her vision forced her to focus on the two shapes not too far off from her. The first was someone who seemed to have a human’s body. In fact, the shape was quite slender and she wondered if it might be a girl whom she was gazing at. Simi would have mistaken him (or her) for a full human were it not for the ears and waving tail. This made her relax, for she had a friend with the same cat characteristics. The scent was nice, too. It smelled sweet and sharp, like flowers.
The unicorn then turned to look at the shape on the other side of her vision. What she saw made her cry out what sounded like a horse’s whimper, and she recoiled, shocked and scared by the knight before her.
What made her start was not the armor. His helmet was made of a skull, its face twisted with eternal agony and pain. Ghastly blue orbs shown like two little cyan suns from the skull’s sockets, and the blade in his hand...
That blade...
Runes of differing colors glowed along the sword’s length. It was huge- longer and thicker than any sword or knife that she had seen- and like the stranger’s armor, it too had a skull. Only this one looked like an embodiment of everything evil. Its eyes were a vicious red.
Simi had never seen a more frightening and chilling weapon.
She tried to stand, but found that they were too wobbly to get herself back up, and she felt very lightheaded despite her alarm. She didn’t even know if this person was good or bad, the forest hadn’t even accepted him into its depths yet. She lowered her head fearfully, stammering “I... but.... you.... you’re..... I...”
She sincerely hoped not.
A sky-blue phoenix soared just above the trees, beating her wings against the air as fast and as strongly as she could, which, unfortunately, wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be. The pain was almost unbearable; her muscles were aching just as badly- if not worse- than they had before, and a nasty throbbing pulsed behind her eyes. This wasn’t natural, what she was doing. In fact, it was very risky and extremely unhealthy for a shifter such as her. After all, she was a winter phoenix... and she was attempting this shape in the middle of spring.
But she couldn’t let that stop her. Not now, when the very forest was shaking beneath her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Simi had been dozing as a unicorn under the cool shade of a large orange tree, when the ground began to suffer earthquakes. The first time it happened, she had immediately gotten up and began walking away from the area, eager to avoid any other nasty surprises. The second time was so violent that she ended up toppling over her long cloven legs and hitting the ground with a muffled thud. The sudden movements below the dark soil deeply scared her, enough to make her shift into a creature that could escape the ground’s earthquakes- her phoenix form.
Afraid for herself but concerned for her home, for a while Simi flew close to the ground, no more than twelve feet above the foliage. She wanted to know what was causing the Forest to shake in such a way, and she spent her time searching for the answer. However, when the sound of a sightless explosion came an hour or so later, she decided against it and soared higher into the air.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was where the unicorn-phoenix now flew. She was just above Deep Forest’s trees, which grew thicker and higher than any regular trees from the outside world and an adequate distance above land. However, this was an incredible height for her to reach in the condition that she was in. With the usual strength of her bird-shape weaker than it would have been in a snowy climate, she was going less than a third of her fastest speed, at just 47 miles an hour. And even this was tiring her greatly. Exhaustion dragged at her wingtips and her neck muscles, making her panic on the inside. Could she even make it to the edge of the woods? Simi had been heading there from the moment the earthquakes had started. All of the strange activity in Deep Forest had happened roughly in the middle of the entire woods, making Simi think that perhaps things would be less severe at the edge (or she hoped, absent completely.)
However, guilt also pulled at her mind and heart. Was it right to leave the forest’s center when there was something obviously wrong? As a unicorn, it was her duty to care for the forest and its creatures, and she felt obligated to do something about it. But what could she do? It wasn’t like this could be healed with her horn, and to be on the ground she could fall into some nasty fault from a third earthquake. The forest floor seemed quiet now, but she was slow to trust it again.
Besides, it wasn’t like she was going to leave it. She was just going to stay at the Edge for a little bit... for safety... for...
For safety and... sleep, too... I really need to... sleep...
Sleep sounds really good right now.
She had pushed herself, shape-shifting in springtime, and now the effects were taking their toll on her. As Simi grew more drowsy and her vision more blurry, she began to sink lower and lower beneath the tree tops.
“... to attatch a name to potential su...”
"You just came... swamp. Oozing with goo.... things I don't even wanna know is in there."
She felt as if she were carrying a boulder by her mere talons.
“I think... safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore... going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
The phoenix blinked stupidly as she flew closer and closer to the ground, no longer able to fight against her weariness. I smell? she thought drowsily. I didn’t think that I smelled...
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
Does he mean my color tone?
Was she imagining these voices?
With that thought, Simi finally lowered herself to a tree’s thin branch just at the edge of a clearing, of which her mind was too clouded to recognize as the beginning of the Wastelands. Her dark blue nails dug into the branch’s bark tightly as she struggled to get a grip where she wouldn’t fall back... or forward... whichever came first. The spot where she had chosen to land must have been visible to the two conversing strangers, but as far as the phoenix was concerned, they might as well have just been figments of her imagination.
Her neck began to bend and lean forward, her head hanging as her indigo eyes stared blankly at the bare ground below her.
She wasn’t prepared for when her eyesight suddenly grew black.
Shocked by her immediate blindness, Simi brought her head up and found the movement extremely painful. She found herself slipping backwards off the branch, not because of her exhaustion but for the fact that she was losing her talons. They were fusing together into two short toes. She beat her wings wildly as she tried to grab the branch with her wing-tips, but found even them changing into elongated legs. For a moment the branch was caught just under her fore-knees, and then the uni-phoenix fell onto the dirt in a heap. Now no longer a phoenix, the unicorn was lying in a mess of molted blue feathers. She shook her head furiously and looked up as she blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to fight the darkness. Thankfully, it quickly flew to the corners of her vision and Simi was able to see clearly again in just moments. She took a look at her surroundings, dazed.
“Did I make it?” she murmured quietly to herself. It looks like it...
Moving figures in her vision forced her to focus on the two shapes not too far off from her. The first was someone who seemed to have a human’s body. In fact, the shape was quite slender and she wondered if it might be a girl whom she was gazing at. Simi would have mistaken him (or her) for a full human were it not for the ears and waving tail. This made her relax, for she had a friend with the same cat characteristics. The scent was nice, too. It smelled sweet and sharp, like flowers.
The unicorn then turned to look at the shape on the other side of her vision. What she saw made her cry out what sounded like a horse’s whimper, and she recoiled, shocked and scared by the knight before her.
What made her start was not the armor. His helmet was made of a skull, its face twisted with eternal agony and pain. Ghastly blue orbs shown like two little cyan suns from the skull’s sockets, and the blade in his hand...
That blade...
Runes of differing colors glowed along the sword’s length. It was huge- longer and thicker than any sword or knife that she had seen- and like the stranger’s armor, it too had a skull. Only this one looked like an embodiment of everything evil. Its eyes were a vicious red.
Simi had never seen a more frightening and chilling weapon.
She tried to stand, but found that they were too wobbly to get herself back up, and she felt very lightheaded despite her alarm. She didn’t even know if this person was good or bad, the forest hadn’t even accepted him into its depths yet. She lowered her head fearfully, stammering “I... but.... you.... you’re..... I...”
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Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
"You just came out of the swamp. Oozing with goo and other things I don't even wanna know is in there."
Khazetemba blinked behind his helmet. If he weren't so focused on keeping his blade aloft to look some shade of intimidating, he would have looked behind him to check for a swamp. If he had known there was one there prior, he would have used it to his advantage - afterall, a Deathgate opening underwater would have been a lot less noticeable than one opening above ground. Though the spirits would probably have been just as rowdy.
Thoughts of the goo crossed his mind too. In all the time he'd been a death knight, he'd never thought to taste the ichor that always accompanied Death Gate transitions - for some reason, he imagined it being lime flavored.
His train of thought recentered on the girlyguy as he continued speaking. The more Khazetemba listened to him, the more unsavory thoughts crept into his head - someone with such a fine voice and body must've possessed a whole slew of fine traits in like, and the Death Knight found himself increasingly curious as to finding out what exactly they were.
"I think it's safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore if you think I'm going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
So, Khazetemba thought, if I smelled better we'd have a night together? Ohhhh, if only he knew! The Death Knight could not help but to snicker audibly, the sound coming off as a lot more nefarious than it really should have been.
Khazetemba's armored tail slowly snaked from side to side.
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
Juno? he thought. Somehow I was expecting something way more...-gay-. He chuckled once more at his own thoughts. It would have been a very noticeable fault for someone like Khazetemba to think that way, since he spent much of his time in his normal form trying to convince people that he was -not- female. Strangely enough, the depth of his masculine voice didn't always seem to be enough.
Before Khazetemba could answer, something stirred the Runeblade. The nekojin narrowed his eyes, a wave of unpleasantness filling him. Yeah, you'd have yourself a ball around here, wouldn't you? Forests are always full of nice things, just the sort of things you'd want to go and fuck up.
Though the blade communicated with him, it did so on a subconscious level, and in ways that even he could not always interpret. What he knew for sure, however, was that the blade sensed something sacred, and it yearned to spill innocent blood. This was something Khazetemba had to deal with on a daily basis, and it made him very weary from time to time...but it was a necessity, unwelcome indeed.
He shrugged the thought off, as now there were more important things to be discussed.
"What sense is there in humility, Juno?" Khazetemba spoke, lowering his weapon and driving the tip of it into the ground. "Especially when it is I who would be so rude to demand your name, in a territory not my own. And with such foul intentions, too! Why, if I had my way, you would be without clothing this very moment, and we would be trading whispers of passion and allure upon this barren earth." Khazetemba passed the metal fingers of his gauntlet behind his head, letting some of his faded red hair down his back. "Surely there's a backhand waiting for me in there, somewhere! A little fire, some fiest! You had such energy only moments before - so come now, Juno, show me some more!"
Khazetemba chuckled and shook his head, breathing out a big billowing cloud of frost. "Of course, if you are simply humble and true, and I simply a jaded old nut, then it would do me well to embrace such traits, rare as they come anymore." He leaned his arms across the hilt of the weapon and the chin of his helmet on his arms. "My name is Khazetemba Aurora-Sibernal, though most prefer to call me Khaze."
It was only moments later that a truly majestic creature of legend perched on a branch near the edge of the forest. Khazetemba was not privvy to looking in that direction...but the phoenix's presence alone was enough to drive the runeblade's insatiable hunger into a frenzy. Images burst into Khazetemba's mind of the sharp edges sinking into unprotected flesh, the feeling of fresh blood between his fingers, the mind-numbing pleasure of drinking stolen life...nobody saw as the Nekojin's tongue flicked his lips, and nobody felt the wave of shame that followed. A wave of shame accompanied by a feeling of nausea...only in a situation like this could living in one's own body make you want to vomit.
I will never cease to hate you, and if my life should end prematurely, at least I'll know it was to starve you. But no amount of threats nor hatred could sway the weapon - it hungered ceaselessly, and Khazetemba realized it had been awhile since he last hunted for food.
The sound of collision with earth snapped Khazetemba back to focus, and his gaze shifted towards the direction of the sound.
Laying in a pile of blue fluff, beneath trees form which it had fallen, was a Unicorn.
A Unicorn who whimpered, most assuredly at the sight of him.
A Unicorn who was weak, possibly injured. Something he might have been able to assist with, were he in a different state.
A Unicorn, being a creature of majesty and legend, from which thousands of tales had been hewn and people of many generations and ages had been enthralled by.
A Unicorn, being innocent, pure, and good.
Khazetemba was powerless against the way his mind played it out - the way she might have bucked or thrown her legs up at him, the way he'd smash her head with his titansteel fist, sever critical ligaments with a few swipes of his weapon, and drive the runeblade into the center of her body. To bathe in her blood, to hear her cry, to feel the ultimate kind of pleasure as her life was stolen away...
ENOUGH! roared his mind to his weapon. You will get your fill, but not from her. Steady your corruption or I will break you in half! The blade mocked him with more imagery, more feelings of dark euphoria. Yet, it also calmed over time. Even the blade would obey Khazetemba's command, if only to preserve it's own existence, if only to preserve the chance to bend the Nekojin to the ways of a true Death Knight.
“I... but.... you.... you’re..... I...” Confusion, fear. Those things were readily apparent.
There could be no sudden movements, no attempts to persuade. None would heed the voice of a creature such as he, and Khazetemba had no idea if Juno would attack him, in defense of the Unicorn. Surely the Death Knight would face no mortality here, being there no Divine among them, but he didn't want to stirr up a confrontation. He was here on a mission of good. But he would have to wait until the right opportunity came to express that.
In silence, Khazetemba took his hands off of his weapon and backed away, until he was a good ten paces away from it. Here he would stand in silence, hoping the gesture was enough to assure his complacency, if nothing else.
Khazetemba blinked behind his helmet. If he weren't so focused on keeping his blade aloft to look some shade of intimidating, he would have looked behind him to check for a swamp. If he had known there was one there prior, he would have used it to his advantage - afterall, a Deathgate opening underwater would have been a lot less noticeable than one opening above ground. Though the spirits would probably have been just as rowdy.
Thoughts of the goo crossed his mind too. In all the time he'd been a death knight, he'd never thought to taste the ichor that always accompanied Death Gate transitions - for some reason, he imagined it being lime flavored.
His train of thought recentered on the girlyguy as he continued speaking. The more Khazetemba listened to him, the more unsavory thoughts crept into his head - someone with such a fine voice and body must've possessed a whole slew of fine traits in like, and the Death Knight found himself increasingly curious as to finding out what exactly they were.
"I think it's safe for me to proclaim that you stink and furthermore if you think I'm going to get into your pants with you smelling like that, you have another thing coming."
So, Khazetemba thought, if I smelled better we'd have a night together? Ohhhh, if only he knew! The Death Knight could not help but to snicker audibly, the sound coming off as a lot more nefarious than it really should have been.
Khazetemba's armored tail slowly snaked from side to side.
"But your tone is fair. My name is Juno, newcomer. I humbly request yours."
Juno? he thought. Somehow I was expecting something way more...-gay-. He chuckled once more at his own thoughts. It would have been a very noticeable fault for someone like Khazetemba to think that way, since he spent much of his time in his normal form trying to convince people that he was -not- female. Strangely enough, the depth of his masculine voice didn't always seem to be enough.
Before Khazetemba could answer, something stirred the Runeblade. The nekojin narrowed his eyes, a wave of unpleasantness filling him. Yeah, you'd have yourself a ball around here, wouldn't you? Forests are always full of nice things, just the sort of things you'd want to go and fuck up.
Though the blade communicated with him, it did so on a subconscious level, and in ways that even he could not always interpret. What he knew for sure, however, was that the blade sensed something sacred, and it yearned to spill innocent blood. This was something Khazetemba had to deal with on a daily basis, and it made him very weary from time to time...but it was a necessity, unwelcome indeed.
He shrugged the thought off, as now there were more important things to be discussed.
"What sense is there in humility, Juno?" Khazetemba spoke, lowering his weapon and driving the tip of it into the ground. "Especially when it is I who would be so rude to demand your name, in a territory not my own. And with such foul intentions, too! Why, if I had my way, you would be without clothing this very moment, and we would be trading whispers of passion and allure upon this barren earth." Khazetemba passed the metal fingers of his gauntlet behind his head, letting some of his faded red hair down his back. "Surely there's a backhand waiting for me in there, somewhere! A little fire, some fiest! You had such energy only moments before - so come now, Juno, show me some more!"
Khazetemba chuckled and shook his head, breathing out a big billowing cloud of frost. "Of course, if you are simply humble and true, and I simply a jaded old nut, then it would do me well to embrace such traits, rare as they come anymore." He leaned his arms across the hilt of the weapon and the chin of his helmet on his arms. "My name is Khazetemba Aurora-Sibernal, though most prefer to call me Khaze."
It was only moments later that a truly majestic creature of legend perched on a branch near the edge of the forest. Khazetemba was not privvy to looking in that direction...but the phoenix's presence alone was enough to drive the runeblade's insatiable hunger into a frenzy. Images burst into Khazetemba's mind of the sharp edges sinking into unprotected flesh, the feeling of fresh blood between his fingers, the mind-numbing pleasure of drinking stolen life...nobody saw as the Nekojin's tongue flicked his lips, and nobody felt the wave of shame that followed. A wave of shame accompanied by a feeling of nausea...only in a situation like this could living in one's own body make you want to vomit.
I will never cease to hate you, and if my life should end prematurely, at least I'll know it was to starve you. But no amount of threats nor hatred could sway the weapon - it hungered ceaselessly, and Khazetemba realized it had been awhile since he last hunted for food.
The sound of collision with earth snapped Khazetemba back to focus, and his gaze shifted towards the direction of the sound.
Laying in a pile of blue fluff, beneath trees form which it had fallen, was a Unicorn.
A Unicorn who whimpered, most assuredly at the sight of him.
A Unicorn who was weak, possibly injured. Something he might have been able to assist with, were he in a different state.
A Unicorn, being a creature of majesty and legend, from which thousands of tales had been hewn and people of many generations and ages had been enthralled by.
A Unicorn, being innocent, pure, and good.
Khazetemba was powerless against the way his mind played it out - the way she might have bucked or thrown her legs up at him, the way he'd smash her head with his titansteel fist, sever critical ligaments with a few swipes of his weapon, and drive the runeblade into the center of her body. To bathe in her blood, to hear her cry, to feel the ultimate kind of pleasure as her life was stolen away...
ENOUGH! roared his mind to his weapon. You will get your fill, but not from her. Steady your corruption or I will break you in half! The blade mocked him with more imagery, more feelings of dark euphoria. Yet, it also calmed over time. Even the blade would obey Khazetemba's command, if only to preserve it's own existence, if only to preserve the chance to bend the Nekojin to the ways of a true Death Knight.
“I... but.... you.... you’re..... I...” Confusion, fear. Those things were readily apparent.
There could be no sudden movements, no attempts to persuade. None would heed the voice of a creature such as he, and Khazetemba had no idea if Juno would attack him, in defense of the Unicorn. Surely the Death Knight would face no mortality here, being there no Divine among them, but he didn't want to stirr up a confrontation. He was here on a mission of good. But he would have to wait until the right opportunity came to express that.
In silence, Khazetemba took his hands off of his weapon and backed away, until he was a good ten paces away from it. Here he would stand in silence, hoping the gesture was enough to assure his complacency, if nothing else.
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"Cool off, hot shot. This isn't my forest and I can act however I damn well please. Furthermor-FALLING HORSES!" Juno exclaimed as he turned around. "No wait, scratch that, unicorn." Showing off his firm and perky 'tocks to the death knight as he rushed over to the pixi-stick colored equine.
"Hello! I come in peace! He... er... well I don't know." Juno turned his head to make eye-contact with the knight. "Are you complete or is there some assembly required?" A piece joke... funny for puns.
Then came the stammering, he turned his attention back.
"Look your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
Then came the thud of the sword into the ground. Attention turned back to the knight. "Sweet free weaponry!"
He made a dash for the weapon, His hand grasping the hilt.
(Note just seeing the effects of doing something stupid like trying to wield a weapon bonded to a death knight. This should be funny if anything else.)
"Hello! I come in peace! He... er... well I don't know." Juno turned his head to make eye-contact with the knight. "Are you complete or is there some assembly required?" A piece joke... funny for puns.
Then came the stammering, he turned his attention back.
"Look your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
Then came the thud of the sword into the ground. Attention turned back to the knight. "Sweet free weaponry!"
He made a dash for the weapon, His hand grasping the hilt.
(Note just seeing the effects of doing something stupid like trying to wield a weapon bonded to a death knight. This should be funny if anything else.)
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Simi’s attention was briefly snatched away from the sword when the cat-eared man rushed over to her.
"Hello!” he started, his voice cheerful. “I come in peace! He... er... well I don't know." He then turned his gaze back on his armored companion. "Are you complete or is there some assembly required?"
Simi followed his eyes to the skull knight and blinked, tucking her legs underneath her nervously. Juno’s presence, and his apparent ease with the skull-knight, gave Simi the impression that the knight may not harm her right now. But then her eyes met the glowing crimson orbs of the blade again and a fresh jolt of terror shot through her, shudders rolling down her back.
“B-but... but that... i-it...!”
Was it possible for a sword to look hungry?!
I...It’s like that skull is looking straight at me! Just stop looking at me!
Noticing that the unicorn was stammering again, the cat-man looked back to her, lecturing: "Look, your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
Simi looked up at him with wide eyes. “That thing! I-it’s so-”
Then came the sound of something being cast onto the ground. The metallic cling made the unicorn flinch, and her head snapped back onto the knight, fearing the worst... only to see that the sword was no longer in his hands. In fact, he was stepping away from it calmly, quietly. It wasn’t until he was a good distance away from his weapon that the knight stopped in his tracks. From the way he was acting, it was as if he was disowning the sword, almost with scorn.
His behavior baffled Simi, but the unicorn wasn’t about to question anything. She was too weak with relief that the blade no longer had hands to make it move, and, no longer frozen with fear, Simi remembered that she had legs and quickly pushed herself off the bare ground, blinking with a little dizziness from getting up too fast as little blue feathers fell off of her. She wanted to say ‘thank you,’ but was still getting over the exhaustion from her flight, and she felt the need to take a deep inhale of air. Her deep indigo eyes looked up at the unarmed knight.
"Sweet free weaponry!" came Juno’s sudden cry.
Simi looked back at him, surprised to see that the cat-eared man was no longer by her, and flattened her ears against her head when she saw the slim man running toward the sword with his tail trailing behind him. His fingers wrapped around the hilt tightly.
Suddenly having this crazy idea that the sword’s skull could bite strangers who it didn’t recognize (she wasn’t going to it past it), Simi called out with alarm, “I-I don’t think you should do that!”
OOC: Though I used Juno’s name, Simi doesn’t know his name yet. I just thought I should quickly clarify that ^^
"Hello!” he started, his voice cheerful. “I come in peace! He... er... well I don't know." He then turned his gaze back on his armored companion. "Are you complete or is there some assembly required?"
Simi followed his eyes to the skull knight and blinked, tucking her legs underneath her nervously. Juno’s presence, and his apparent ease with the skull-knight, gave Simi the impression that the knight may not harm her right now. But then her eyes met the glowing crimson orbs of the blade again and a fresh jolt of terror shot through her, shudders rolling down her back.
“B-but... but that... i-it...!”
Was it possible for a sword to look hungry?!
I...It’s like that skull is looking straight at me! Just stop looking at me!
Noticing that the unicorn was stammering again, the cat-man looked back to her, lecturing: "Look, your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
Simi looked up at him with wide eyes. “That thing! I-it’s so-”
Then came the sound of something being cast onto the ground. The metallic cling made the unicorn flinch, and her head snapped back onto the knight, fearing the worst... only to see that the sword was no longer in his hands. In fact, he was stepping away from it calmly, quietly. It wasn’t until he was a good distance away from his weapon that the knight stopped in his tracks. From the way he was acting, it was as if he was disowning the sword, almost with scorn.
His behavior baffled Simi, but the unicorn wasn’t about to question anything. She was too weak with relief that the blade no longer had hands to make it move, and, no longer frozen with fear, Simi remembered that she had legs and quickly pushed herself off the bare ground, blinking with a little dizziness from getting up too fast as little blue feathers fell off of her. She wanted to say ‘thank you,’ but was still getting over the exhaustion from her flight, and she felt the need to take a deep inhale of air. Her deep indigo eyes looked up at the unarmed knight.
"Sweet free weaponry!" came Juno’s sudden cry.
Simi looked back at him, surprised to see that the cat-eared man was no longer by her, and flattened her ears against her head when she saw the slim man running toward the sword with his tail trailing behind him. His fingers wrapped around the hilt tightly.
Suddenly having this crazy idea that the sword’s skull could bite strangers who it didn’t recognize (she wasn’t going to it past it), Simi called out with alarm, “I-I don’t think you should do that!”
OOC: Though I used Juno’s name, Simi doesn’t know his name yet. I just thought I should quickly clarify that ^^
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Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
((ooc: Character is accepted as is right this instance. Grats!))
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Sugar and Spice do not mix well at times! So says many of my characters after the chocolate fiasco.
Sugar and Spice do not mix well at times! So says many of my characters after the chocolate fiasco.
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(OOC: Yayyy he's accepted! =D )
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Re: Khazetemba - Pink and Death Knights Do Not Mix
OOC: Thank you kindly for the acceptance! 
Also of note, I have presented the sword-related vision as a whole. JunoZXV is free to decide how long Juno actually holds the weapon, how much he sees, ect.
===IC===
Nothing was more important to Khazetemba than making as sure as he possibly could that the situation did not get out of hand. Fear often pushed people to do crazy things, and even worse, often pushed others around them to be crazy too.
"Are you complete or is there some assembly required?"
Khazetemba blinked behind his helmet...humor was a pretty good indication that Juno wasnt going to go flying off the handle, and that was certainly worth something. The Death Knight merely shrugged his shoulders, armored tail swishing this way and that.
The Unicorn tucked her front legs under herself, and could not seem to take her eyes away from the weapon. Khazetemba couldn't blame her – had he not been forced to wield it, it was something he would be just as afraid of.
“B-but... but that... i-it...!”
Khazetemba raised a gauntleted hand, almost ready to speak...but fear held him back. She wont like my voice, he thought to himself. Dammit! Wish there was a curatin or something so I could change in privacy...pink things arent very scary. Khazetemba briefly wondered how scary Juno was, as there had to be more than met the eye beneath that crazed, cute exterior.
Focus, stupid! Bigger things to attend to!
"Look, your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
It was quite clear he had no trouble being honest, even in the presence of a creature of legend. Then again, Juno had spared Khazetemba no manners, so maybe this was just how he was.
Some relief came over Khazetemba as the Unicorn shakily rose to her feet. So far, he'd made the right move. But communication was key, and he wanted her to be the one to initiate – that way, he wouldn't startle her with any actions of his own.
Too bad, it was up to Juno to do the startling.
"Sweet free weaponry!" came his call, as he rushed forward to retrieve the Death Knight's fallen weapon. Khazetemba's heart stopped. No...you don't want to do that!
But everything was just happening too quickly. Khazetemba couldnt risk a sudden movement. He could only pray Juno would let go...
* * * * * * * * *
The moment Juno's fingers curled around the hilt of the weapon, his entire world would snap out of focus, and he would be shown a place that was not, nor ever could be, a part of Deep Forest. The weapon itself was heavy, no doubt, and to lift it would require a significant heave of the arms from anyone with standard levels of strength.
Three cobblestone walls, floor, and ceiling. The dark dampness of a cold and lonely dungeon. Dust across all surfaces, with the wispy sounds of dreary echo carrying through the air – generated by no living thing, but merely the age and wear of a long forgotten structure.
Kneeling and facing a missing wall was a lionjin, devoid of clothing and covered in tossled pink furr, ridden with dirt and sweat, body lean through lack of nutrition. Matted, twisted and tangled rosered hair adorned his head, locks of it splayed about clearly without trim or care. Trickles of blood dripped down from lacerations in his shoulders, and his forehead was pressed against a green barrier of flames through which he could not pass.
On the other side of the barrier stood a woman, not far over five feet tall with long brown hair and pretty, if pale, features. She clutched a child in her arms, a very young girl who had fallen asleep with her arms around the woman's neck. Though young, this child already had beautiful lengths of crimson spilling over her shoulders, down her back.
You have my eyes..., came a voice, aural and flowing throughout the place. And my hair, too...
The Lionjin's head tilted back as his gaze lifted and he peered through the barrier.
Were you...my child?
He dug his fingernails into the flames, shivering.
Did I...
Did I hurt you?
Also of note, I have presented the sword-related vision as a whole. JunoZXV is free to decide how long Juno actually holds the weapon, how much he sees, ect.
===IC===
Nothing was more important to Khazetemba than making as sure as he possibly could that the situation did not get out of hand. Fear often pushed people to do crazy things, and even worse, often pushed others around them to be crazy too.
"Are you complete or is there some assembly required?"
Khazetemba blinked behind his helmet...humor was a pretty good indication that Juno wasnt going to go flying off the handle, and that was certainly worth something. The Death Knight merely shrugged his shoulders, armored tail swishing this way and that.
The Unicorn tucked her front legs under herself, and could not seem to take her eyes away from the weapon. Khazetemba couldn't blame her – had he not been forced to wield it, it was something he would be just as afraid of.
“B-but... but that... i-it...!”
Khazetemba raised a gauntleted hand, almost ready to speak...but fear held him back. She wont like my voice, he thought to himself. Dammit! Wish there was a curatin or something so I could change in privacy...pink things arent very scary. Khazetemba briefly wondered how scary Juno was, as there had to be more than met the eye beneath that crazed, cute exterior.
Focus, stupid! Bigger things to attend to!
"Look, your babbling away isn't going to help. BREATHE. Then talk. It gets the idea out quicker."
It was quite clear he had no trouble being honest, even in the presence of a creature of legend. Then again, Juno had spared Khazetemba no manners, so maybe this was just how he was.
Some relief came over Khazetemba as the Unicorn shakily rose to her feet. So far, he'd made the right move. But communication was key, and he wanted her to be the one to initiate – that way, he wouldn't startle her with any actions of his own.
Too bad, it was up to Juno to do the startling.
"Sweet free weaponry!" came his call, as he rushed forward to retrieve the Death Knight's fallen weapon. Khazetemba's heart stopped. No...you don't want to do that!
But everything was just happening too quickly. Khazetemba couldnt risk a sudden movement. He could only pray Juno would let go...
* * * * * * * * *
The moment Juno's fingers curled around the hilt of the weapon, his entire world would snap out of focus, and he would be shown a place that was not, nor ever could be, a part of Deep Forest. The weapon itself was heavy, no doubt, and to lift it would require a significant heave of the arms from anyone with standard levels of strength.
Three cobblestone walls, floor, and ceiling. The dark dampness of a cold and lonely dungeon. Dust across all surfaces, with the wispy sounds of dreary echo carrying through the air – generated by no living thing, but merely the age and wear of a long forgotten structure.
Kneeling and facing a missing wall was a lionjin, devoid of clothing and covered in tossled pink furr, ridden with dirt and sweat, body lean through lack of nutrition. Matted, twisted and tangled rosered hair adorned his head, locks of it splayed about clearly without trim or care. Trickles of blood dripped down from lacerations in his shoulders, and his forehead was pressed against a green barrier of flames through which he could not pass.
On the other side of the barrier stood a woman, not far over five feet tall with long brown hair and pretty, if pale, features. She clutched a child in her arms, a very young girl who had fallen asleep with her arms around the woman's neck. Though young, this child already had beautiful lengths of crimson spilling over her shoulders, down her back.
You have my eyes..., came a voice, aural and flowing throughout the place. And my hair, too...
The Lionjin's head tilted back as his gaze lifted and he peered through the barrier.
Were you...my child?
He dug his fingernails into the flames, shivering.
Did I...
Did I hurt you?
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At the touch of the sword Juno's eyes became glassy as his right hand refused to let go, he stood still as if in a trance like that of a statue as the sword worked its magic.
While the scene was playing out Juno became aware that things had suddenly changed... but there was no physical effect. He contemplated the results, port key? Holographic videotape... no he didn't leave anywhere, so the conclusion came down to the following: object induced halucination.
Well this is odd. Thankfully I think on multiple levels so lets see what my physical self is doing. Better Tevo this... So while his ears and imagination ran in the background, Juno did his best to regain control of his eyes and hands.
Well they both shouted no at me... guess this was the reason. Did time stand still? Am I trapped in an instance... No wait it's his sword...
He paused looking at the vision of the Lion against the green wall and the lady on the other side.
Ewww.... is this his twisted fantasy of me? I'm certain I don't have THAT equipment. Let alone have the ability to be a mother or child! Unless...
This is his memory? That two timing! If I ever get out of here I'm kicking his death ridden butt back into the void he just spawned out of! If I can just regain control of my other hand.
It took a little concentration but the hand free of the sword began flapping about as if it had a mind of its own. That's it just move it over a bit and...
It grabbed the right arms wrist which wouldn't let go. It appeared that something wanted him to see this
Alright Plan B...
The left hand balled up, wound up...
And punched Juno in his own face, causing him to fly back as his arm made a nice popping sound. dislocated but still holding onto the blade.
That's gonna hurt when I get back. Ok think... How do I let go...
The hand scratched under the tranced Neko's chin for a bit as it then snapped it's digits together and pressed twice on the chest area of the tight black outfit that the Neko was wearing. There on the chest the line of a circle formed, bright and red as a mark of fresh ripe strawberries, from it extended lines wrapping throughout the outfit that flowed to his limbs. Then after this display a whine was heard as a bright flash of red light bolted down from his chest toward the sword, resulting in the release of the Neko's fingers and a violent jolt of energy that knocked him onto the ground.
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?"
While the scene was playing out Juno became aware that things had suddenly changed... but there was no physical effect. He contemplated the results, port key? Holographic videotape... no he didn't leave anywhere, so the conclusion came down to the following: object induced halucination.
Well this is odd. Thankfully I think on multiple levels so lets see what my physical self is doing. Better Tevo this... So while his ears and imagination ran in the background, Juno did his best to regain control of his eyes and hands.
Well they both shouted no at me... guess this was the reason. Did time stand still? Am I trapped in an instance... No wait it's his sword...
He paused looking at the vision of the Lion against the green wall and the lady on the other side.
Ewww.... is this his twisted fantasy of me? I'm certain I don't have THAT equipment. Let alone have the ability to be a mother or child! Unless...
This is his memory? That two timing! If I ever get out of here I'm kicking his death ridden butt back into the void he just spawned out of! If I can just regain control of my other hand.
It took a little concentration but the hand free of the sword began flapping about as if it had a mind of its own. That's it just move it over a bit and...
It grabbed the right arms wrist which wouldn't let go. It appeared that something wanted him to see this
Alright Plan B...
The left hand balled up, wound up...
And punched Juno in his own face, causing him to fly back as his arm made a nice popping sound. dislocated but still holding onto the blade.
That's gonna hurt when I get back. Ok think... How do I let go...
The hand scratched under the tranced Neko's chin for a bit as it then snapped it's digits together and pressed twice on the chest area of the tight black outfit that the Neko was wearing. There on the chest the line of a circle formed, bright and red as a mark of fresh ripe strawberries, from it extended lines wrapping throughout the outfit that flowed to his limbs. Then after this display a whine was heard as a bright flash of red light bolted down from his chest toward the sword, resulting in the release of the Neko's fingers and a violent jolt of energy that knocked him onto the ground.
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?"
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The cat-eared man either hadn’t heard Simi’s warning or simply didn’t care. But from the moment his hand grasped the hilt, Juno seemed to freeze in place. His lively eyes grew glazed, as if in a trance, and his right hand had clenched tightly around the sword’s handle. Taking note of his sudden and extreme change in behavior, Simi shuddered and danced back a step.
She had just known that something bad was going to happen.
“What’s happening to him?!” was the first thing that flew out of her mouth, something between a loud groan and a cry of alarm. “What’s wrong with his eyes?!” She wasn’t exactly talking to anyone in particular, but it was likely that some part of her in the back of her mind was begging for answers from the sword’s owner. The unicorn danced around in a small circle, never moving far from the tree that she had fallen from. Her icy horn glinted in the sunlight, and her silver hooves made small clouds of dust spurt from the ground. Her eyes rolled and she briefly caught sight of the death-knight standing off to the side.
“Something’s wrong, he’s not moving! Why isn’t he moving? Get it away from him!” She took a hasty step forward, only to rear on her hind legs and shy away from Juno and the sword again. Those eyes.... those red, evil eyes...
And then, as if by some miracle, Juno’s left hand twitched.
Simi stood still, her muscles stiff with apprehension. Why had he moved now? Was he letting go of the sword? Was the sword letting go of him? Or was he still frozen, and only moving because he was undergoing an unbearable amount of pain? That was possible, too, very possible.
The neko’s hand then lifted a little, flapping up and down like a shaking leaf. Slowly, but rather unsteadily, it moved to close the space between it and the right hand. Eventually, it was able to grab the wrist of the right arm, where it then started to tug violently. It dawned on Simi that Juno may be trying to free himself this way, and her heart began to race.
Please please please please please-
But then the hand slipped and, powered with the momentum of the left hand’s tug, flew right into the cat-eared man’s face. Juno slipped backward and badly jolted his right arm, but his hold on the sword was as strong as ever.
Simi’s tail began to twitch, and she realized that her legs were trembling. She could feel the fear taking control of her, making her want to run far away from this place, but Juno’s imprisonment held her back. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the horrifying sight. She had just known that that blade was evil! It was the very essence of evil! She forced herself to turn toward the knight and took a step back again, crying, “What is it trying to do to him? Make it let go!”
Her attention was yanked back to Juno when her corner vision caught something glowing. She whipped her head around to the neko and was horrified to see veins of red seeping all throughout his body. A wave of cold terror rushed through Simi as the unicorn struggled for her legs not to give way. “IT’S KILLING HIM!!” she shrieked. “The sword’s KILLING HIM!”
There was a sudden flash of light as a red electric bolt shot down from Juno’s chest to the sword. The impact violently ripped the neko’s hand from the sword, causing him to fall down flat on his back. Simi was convinced that Juno was now dead and gone, but relief washed over her as she could hear his voice calling:
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?"
Simi took a deep breath, desperate for some air. “A... A-are you okay?!”
She had just known that something bad was going to happen.
“What’s happening to him?!” was the first thing that flew out of her mouth, something between a loud groan and a cry of alarm. “What’s wrong with his eyes?!” She wasn’t exactly talking to anyone in particular, but it was likely that some part of her in the back of her mind was begging for answers from the sword’s owner. The unicorn danced around in a small circle, never moving far from the tree that she had fallen from. Her icy horn glinted in the sunlight, and her silver hooves made small clouds of dust spurt from the ground. Her eyes rolled and she briefly caught sight of the death-knight standing off to the side.
“Something’s wrong, he’s not moving! Why isn’t he moving? Get it away from him!” She took a hasty step forward, only to rear on her hind legs and shy away from Juno and the sword again. Those eyes.... those red, evil eyes...
And then, as if by some miracle, Juno’s left hand twitched.
Simi stood still, her muscles stiff with apprehension. Why had he moved now? Was he letting go of the sword? Was the sword letting go of him? Or was he still frozen, and only moving because he was undergoing an unbearable amount of pain? That was possible, too, very possible.
The neko’s hand then lifted a little, flapping up and down like a shaking leaf. Slowly, but rather unsteadily, it moved to close the space between it and the right hand. Eventually, it was able to grab the wrist of the right arm, where it then started to tug violently. It dawned on Simi that Juno may be trying to free himself this way, and her heart began to race.
Please please please please please-
But then the hand slipped and, powered with the momentum of the left hand’s tug, flew right into the cat-eared man’s face. Juno slipped backward and badly jolted his right arm, but his hold on the sword was as strong as ever.
Simi’s tail began to twitch, and she realized that her legs were trembling. She could feel the fear taking control of her, making her want to run far away from this place, but Juno’s imprisonment held her back. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the horrifying sight. She had just known that that blade was evil! It was the very essence of evil! She forced herself to turn toward the knight and took a step back again, crying, “What is it trying to do to him? Make it let go!”
Her attention was yanked back to Juno when her corner vision caught something glowing. She whipped her head around to the neko and was horrified to see veins of red seeping all throughout his body. A wave of cold terror rushed through Simi as the unicorn struggled for her legs not to give way. “IT’S KILLING HIM!!” she shrieked. “The sword’s KILLING HIM!”
There was a sudden flash of light as a red electric bolt shot down from Juno’s chest to the sword. The impact violently ripped the neko’s hand from the sword, causing him to fall down flat on his back. Simi was convinced that Juno was now dead and gone, but relief washed over her as she could hear his voice calling:
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?"
Simi took a deep breath, desperate for some air. “A... A-are you okay?!”
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Khazetemba gripped his fist tightly as Juno went into the trance. Nobody had touched his weapon before...and he wasn't sure what was going to happen. If it became dangerous, he'd have to intervene – panic or not. All Juno seemed to do was just stand there, glazed and trancelike. What was the weapon doing?
“What’s happening to him?!” “What’s wrong with his eyes?!” The unicorn was flying into a panic, kicking at the ground and sending dust up everywhere. Idiot, Khazetemba thought, why'd you have to go and grab the sword!?
“Something’s wrong, he’s not moving! Why isn’t he moving? Get it away from him!”
His gaze kept between the unicorn and Juno's now oddly flailing hand – such was a good sign, if strange. It meant he was resisting whatever the weapon was doing to him, or so Khazetemba hoped.
Juno made his valiant one-handed attempt to break free, but it didn't seem to be doing any good. How would the Death Knight dislodge him without hurting him, especially if Juno intended on grasping for dear life? Things were heading in the direction of confrontation, and now Khazetemba started second-guessing his decision to stay in-form – the illness would have been better dealt with than this mess.
Khazetemba never expected for Juno to go all street-fighter on himself, but that's exactly what he did. Juno went flying backwards with the force of his own punch, and yet his hand still gripped the weapon as tightly as ever. The Death Knight's armor shifted as he took a step forward and held a gauntleted hand out. Now or nev-...
“What is it trying to do to him? Make it let go!” The cry of the Unicorn snapped his focus, and without realizing it he glared at her, the misty gaze of his helmet glowing bright for just a few moments before he caught himself and looked away.
But that was when Juno sparked up a bit of trickery that Khazetemba hadn't expected.
“The sword’s KILLING HIM!” So much panic. So much fear! This was what he'd been trying to avoid! Was it really this hard to get by in the world? Augh! Why couldn't everyone just -calm down-!?
Realistic thinking there, bub. Hard to stay calm when your toothpick of horror is making that guy do brainflips.
An interlaced series of glowing lines ran across the neko's outfit before it converged upon his hand as a burst of energy and sent him flying backwards. Thankfully, he went -without- the blade.
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?" He said, sounding as 'normal' as ever.
“A... A-are you okay?!” responded the Unicorn, completely out of breath.
No more, thought Khazetemba as he raised his hand. Moments later, streaks of red and black lightning lanced out of his palm, swirled around the hilt of the blade, and yanked it off the ground. It flew towards the Death Knight, slamming into his palm with a loud metal clang. He took hold of the hilt between two hands, and jammed the tip firmly into the ground.
"You missed getting to see someone punch themselves in the face, which is a rare opportunity..." Khazetemba spoke, his dark tone echoing through the air. He then turned to his gaze to the Unicorn, and spoke.
"I am sorry. There are many valid reasons for which one would be frightened of me, and what I wield." Khazetemba lifted his hands and secured the edges of the helmet. With a snap and the sliding of metal against metal, he pulled it up and off of his shoulders, throwing it to the side with a metallic bang as it caused a small indent in the earth and sent dust particles flying up into the air.
His head was now fully exposed, for all to see. His long, pale-red hair was tied into a ponytail, going down his back, and two thick triangular felinoid ears sprouted out of the top of his head. His furr, a malnourished shade of pink, seemed ruffled and unkempt. His eyes could not be seen behind the clouds of undeath they projected.
"But what good would your panic have been had I been here to hurt you? " Khazetemba closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, letting his armored shoulders rise and fall.
"Find your peace, please. I don't want to cause anymore trouble."
“What’s happening to him?!” “What’s wrong with his eyes?!” The unicorn was flying into a panic, kicking at the ground and sending dust up everywhere. Idiot, Khazetemba thought, why'd you have to go and grab the sword!?
“Something’s wrong, he’s not moving! Why isn’t he moving? Get it away from him!”
His gaze kept between the unicorn and Juno's now oddly flailing hand – such was a good sign, if strange. It meant he was resisting whatever the weapon was doing to him, or so Khazetemba hoped.
Juno made his valiant one-handed attempt to break free, but it didn't seem to be doing any good. How would the Death Knight dislodge him without hurting him, especially if Juno intended on grasping for dear life? Things were heading in the direction of confrontation, and now Khazetemba started second-guessing his decision to stay in-form – the illness would have been better dealt with than this mess.
Khazetemba never expected for Juno to go all street-fighter on himself, but that's exactly what he did. Juno went flying backwards with the force of his own punch, and yet his hand still gripped the weapon as tightly as ever. The Death Knight's armor shifted as he took a step forward and held a gauntleted hand out. Now or nev-...
“What is it trying to do to him? Make it let go!” The cry of the Unicorn snapped his focus, and without realizing it he glared at her, the misty gaze of his helmet glowing bright for just a few moments before he caught himself and looked away.
But that was when Juno sparked up a bit of trickery that Khazetemba hadn't expected.
“The sword’s KILLING HIM!” So much panic. So much fear! This was what he'd been trying to avoid! Was it really this hard to get by in the world? Augh! Why couldn't everyone just -calm down-!?
Realistic thinking there, bub. Hard to stay calm when your toothpick of horror is making that guy do brainflips.
An interlaced series of glowing lines ran across the neko's outfit before it converged upon his hand as a burst of energy and sent him flying backwards. Thankfully, he went -without- the blade.
"Hey- I'm back... What did I miss?" He said, sounding as 'normal' as ever.
“A... A-are you okay?!” responded the Unicorn, completely out of breath.
No more, thought Khazetemba as he raised his hand. Moments later, streaks of red and black lightning lanced out of his palm, swirled around the hilt of the blade, and yanked it off the ground. It flew towards the Death Knight, slamming into his palm with a loud metal clang. He took hold of the hilt between two hands, and jammed the tip firmly into the ground.
"You missed getting to see someone punch themselves in the face, which is a rare opportunity..." Khazetemba spoke, his dark tone echoing through the air. He then turned to his gaze to the Unicorn, and spoke.
"I am sorry. There are many valid reasons for which one would be frightened of me, and what I wield." Khazetemba lifted his hands and secured the edges of the helmet. With a snap and the sliding of metal against metal, he pulled it up and off of his shoulders, throwing it to the side with a metallic bang as it caused a small indent in the earth and sent dust particles flying up into the air.
His head was now fully exposed, for all to see. His long, pale-red hair was tied into a ponytail, going down his back, and two thick triangular felinoid ears sprouted out of the top of his head. His furr, a malnourished shade of pink, seemed ruffled and unkempt. His eyes could not be seen behind the clouds of undeath they projected.
"But what good would your panic have been had I been here to hurt you? " Khazetemba closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, letting his armored shoulders rise and fall.
"Find your peace, please. I don't want to cause anymore trouble."
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"I'm alright! Everything from the neck down works perfectly fine!" Replied the stunned Neko as he got up, apparently the ninja mask from earlier had been blasted off revealing the cat-person's beauty... which much to his annoyance was feminine in nature. That and the fact his scent didn't give hints to his gender also complicated the matter. Though he did prefer it than smelling like a locker room or, because the example was right there, death.
Then he remembered the throbbing in his arm.
"Except that, excuse me"
Juno reached over to his shoulder and with a large squelching crack it re-alligned.
"OW-wow that smarts! Better do a full check." Juno proceeded to do a few movements, testing his limbs in a fashion where he stuck one inwards, then stuck it outwards, then back in and gave it a shake all about, he then did a little dance while turning himself around and did it for the others and-
...
The Hokey Pokey?
Really Juno? REALLY?
Quiet you! The characters can't read this part!
And thus finished his impromptu dance routine. Letting him passively listen to exposition that might have happened during this shennigan.
Then he remembered the throbbing in his arm.
"Except that, excuse me"
Juno reached over to his shoulder and with a large squelching crack it re-alligned.
"OW-wow that smarts! Better do a full check." Juno proceeded to do a few movements, testing his limbs in a fashion where he stuck one inwards, then stuck it outwards, then back in and gave it a shake all about, he then did a little dance while turning himself around and did it for the others and-
...
The Hokey Pokey?
Really Juno? REALLY?
Quiet you! The characters can't read this part!
And thus finished his impromptu dance routine. Letting him passively listen to exposition that might have happened during this shennigan.
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"I'm alright! Everything from the neck down works perfectly fine!"
Simi gave a great sigh of relief. “Thank goodness... what was that thing-”
"Except that, excuse me," the cat-eared man said with a wince. He reached his uninjured arm across himself, grabbing his shoulder and snapping it back in place with a gruesome crack. Simi found herself wincing at the noise.
"OW-wow that smarts! Better do a full check." It was when the Neko began playing around with his limbs, resulting in a rather funny dance, that Simi was fully convinced that he was alright. Perhaps under less dramatic circumstances, she might have started to laugh a little.
At the moment, however, nothing was amusing with that creepy sword still hanging in the corner of her vision.
The unicorn was scared out of her hooves when bright red lightning flew from out of nowhere, and she jumped back with a small squeak as the swirling electricity surrounded the blade, yanking it from the dry and cracked ground. It soared through the air and slammed into the mysterious knight’s palm with a loud clang. She flinched again at the noise, but somehow felt reassured knowing that the sword was being held and controlled by someone again, and even better when the sword’s sharp tip was pressed down into the earth. At least she knew now that the knight wouldn’t hurt her, or his eye-less blade.
"You missed getting to see someone punch themselves in the face, which is a rare opportunity..."
His voice, however, sent a cold jolt of fear down her stomach. She couldn’t help giving a small start when the knight began to speak. His voice was dark and cold, as if he was speaking through gravel, and his words echoed through air like frost.
"I am sorry,” he continued. “There are many valid reasons for which one would be frightened of me, and what I wield."
People can always see right through you, Simi scolded herself as she shuffled a hoof.
The knight’s hands were lifted to his helmet, and with a quick snap and the scratching of metal, he was able to remove his head-gear from the rest of his armor. The helmet was thrown to the side, slamming heavily into the ground.
Simi’s eyes widened with surprise. He was no human at all. The face behind the helmet was a cat-like creature, with messy, pale pink fur and dry locks of red flowing down from the back of his head. The hair had been tied into a pony-tail, and on the top were two thick-furred ears. His eyes, though, were still clouded with mist.
“But what good would your panic have been had I been here to hurt you? " the knight said softly, but almost scoldingly, as he closed his eyes and breathed in, sighing as his shoulders sagged.
"Find your peace, please. I don't want to cause anymore trouble."
Simi laid her ears back, feeling ashamed for her previous behavior. He wasn't bad at all. “No, I... I know you didn’t mean to do anything...” But then her ears pricked forward again and her expression brightened slightly.
“So you’re a cat human, too, then? I-” but then she stopped herself.
I’m sure he’s not in the mood for conversation. And who goes up to people saying, ‘hey, I had a friend like you’? Why don’t you try asking for his name, and for the other one while you’re at it?
“I... I don’t think I know either of your names, yet. I-I’m Simi. And um, I’m a unicorn,” she added lamely.
Simi gave a great sigh of relief. “Thank goodness... what was that thing-”
"Except that, excuse me," the cat-eared man said with a wince. He reached his uninjured arm across himself, grabbing his shoulder and snapping it back in place with a gruesome crack. Simi found herself wincing at the noise.
"OW-wow that smarts! Better do a full check." It was when the Neko began playing around with his limbs, resulting in a rather funny dance, that Simi was fully convinced that he was alright. Perhaps under less dramatic circumstances, she might have started to laugh a little.
At the moment, however, nothing was amusing with that creepy sword still hanging in the corner of her vision.
The unicorn was scared out of her hooves when bright red lightning flew from out of nowhere, and she jumped back with a small squeak as the swirling electricity surrounded the blade, yanking it from the dry and cracked ground. It soared through the air and slammed into the mysterious knight’s palm with a loud clang. She flinched again at the noise, but somehow felt reassured knowing that the sword was being held and controlled by someone again, and even better when the sword’s sharp tip was pressed down into the earth. At least she knew now that the knight wouldn’t hurt her, or his eye-less blade.
"You missed getting to see someone punch themselves in the face, which is a rare opportunity..."
His voice, however, sent a cold jolt of fear down her stomach. She couldn’t help giving a small start when the knight began to speak. His voice was dark and cold, as if he was speaking through gravel, and his words echoed through air like frost.
"I am sorry,” he continued. “There are many valid reasons for which one would be frightened of me, and what I wield."
People can always see right through you, Simi scolded herself as she shuffled a hoof.
The knight’s hands were lifted to his helmet, and with a quick snap and the scratching of metal, he was able to remove his head-gear from the rest of his armor. The helmet was thrown to the side, slamming heavily into the ground.
Simi’s eyes widened with surprise. He was no human at all. The face behind the helmet was a cat-like creature, with messy, pale pink fur and dry locks of red flowing down from the back of his head. The hair had been tied into a pony-tail, and on the top were two thick-furred ears. His eyes, though, were still clouded with mist.
“But what good would your panic have been had I been here to hurt you? " the knight said softly, but almost scoldingly, as he closed his eyes and breathed in, sighing as his shoulders sagged.
"Find your peace, please. I don't want to cause anymore trouble."
Simi laid her ears back, feeling ashamed for her previous behavior. He wasn't bad at all. “No, I... I know you didn’t mean to do anything...” But then her ears pricked forward again and her expression brightened slightly.
“So you’re a cat human, too, then? I-” but then she stopped herself.
I’m sure he’s not in the mood for conversation. And who goes up to people saying, ‘hey, I had a friend like you’? Why don’t you try asking for his name, and for the other one while you’re at it?
“I... I don’t think I know either of your names, yet. I-I’m Simi. And um, I’m a unicorn,” she added lamely.
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It was good for Khazetemba to see Juno in working order. He wasn't sure how he'd go about explaining things if the sword had managed to break him - and yet, he offhandedly wondered if Juno was already broken anyways. He couldn't help but to snicker at the thought.
He couldn't judge Juno's dancing ability from this one performance, but it was entertaining. And, without that silly mask in the way, Khazetemba had all the time in the world to gawk at his smooth features. And gawk he did, a sly little grin tainting his lips.
The Unicorn, however, continued to demonstrate unease. Thank goodness she was no longer in a state of panic, but her state of discomfort was obvious. A part of Khazetemba really hated the fact that his presence could cause this kind of turmoil. But it was also something he had little control over, and lacking the depressing desire to hide himself away for eternity, he would be out and about regardless of what happened.
“No, I... I know you didn’t mean to do anything...” It was good she wasn't screaming. This fiasco was well on it's way to recovery. “So you’re a cat human, too, then? I-”
Whatever she'd had to say, however, never got said as she stopped herself mid-sentence. Khazetemba felt tempted to correct her as he'd never much cared for having the human label placed on him, only to realize that he wasn't sure himself of what he was. He was pleased with how natural his body felt to be in, with the unmistakable instinct that it was definitely his own. But that was about all he knew.
As she had done, he too dropped the subject.
“I... I don’t think I know either of your names, yet. I-I’m Simi. And um, I’m a unicorn." Khazetemba chuckled with a smile at her statement, closing his eyes as wisps of the blue mist trickled from beneath his eyelids.
"It figures. One of the first I meet happens to be the embodiment of life and beauty." He sighed softly, gripping one gauntleted hand with the other, sword kept firmly in the earth. "My name is Khazetemba. And I am a Death Knight." He glanced over at Juno for a moment. "But looking at you is putting the life right back into me. I may have to revise my title."
His gaze meandered back and forth between the two of them, as his armored tail flicked from side to side, occasionally clinking against his titansteel hide. All the while he could feel a liquid desire running through the hilt of the blade, into his arms. Though the influence would not sway him, it did not change that each image of spilled blood that ran through his mind was pleasurable.
He wasn't apt to be doing much moving about at the moment - at least not until things were certain to be settled down.
He couldn't judge Juno's dancing ability from this one performance, but it was entertaining. And, without that silly mask in the way, Khazetemba had all the time in the world to gawk at his smooth features. And gawk he did, a sly little grin tainting his lips.
The Unicorn, however, continued to demonstrate unease. Thank goodness she was no longer in a state of panic, but her state of discomfort was obvious. A part of Khazetemba really hated the fact that his presence could cause this kind of turmoil. But it was also something he had little control over, and lacking the depressing desire to hide himself away for eternity, he would be out and about regardless of what happened.
“No, I... I know you didn’t mean to do anything...” It was good she wasn't screaming. This fiasco was well on it's way to recovery. “So you’re a cat human, too, then? I-”
Whatever she'd had to say, however, never got said as she stopped herself mid-sentence. Khazetemba felt tempted to correct her as he'd never much cared for having the human label placed on him, only to realize that he wasn't sure himself of what he was. He was pleased with how natural his body felt to be in, with the unmistakable instinct that it was definitely his own. But that was about all he knew.
As she had done, he too dropped the subject.
“I... I don’t think I know either of your names, yet. I-I’m Simi. And um, I’m a unicorn." Khazetemba chuckled with a smile at her statement, closing his eyes as wisps of the blue mist trickled from beneath his eyelids.
"It figures. One of the first I meet happens to be the embodiment of life and beauty." He sighed softly, gripping one gauntleted hand with the other, sword kept firmly in the earth. "My name is Khazetemba. And I am a Death Knight." He glanced over at Juno for a moment. "But looking at you is putting the life right back into me. I may have to revise my title."
His gaze meandered back and forth between the two of them, as his armored tail flicked from side to side, occasionally clinking against his titansteel hide. All the while he could feel a liquid desire running through the hilt of the blade, into his arms. Though the influence would not sway him, it did not change that each image of spilled blood that ran through his mind was pleasurable.
He wasn't apt to be doing much moving about at the moment - at least not until things were certain to be settled down.
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...and that's what it's all about!
After running a full diagnostic Juno's gaze went back to the conversation. As he watched the exchange of pleasantries he couldn't help feel out of place. One was being overly graceful and eloquent with his conversation and the other... shy and polite. Where as his own manners were about as refreshing as a fart in a field of roses. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the two and the man looking at him with that... odd... gaze. And that line... it reminded of the images the sword gave him and sent all sorts of buzzing of "Danger! DANGER!"
Question was should he stay or should he go. If he stays there would be trouble but if he left it could be double.
"Yes yes you're Simi, he's Khazeet or somethin' and I'm leaving, right now. Quickly."
Was what when on in his mind but his lips went.
"I'm Juno. Charmed." He replied looking over in the direction of the Unicorn, He really didn't want to see the Undeadthing's... compassion right now.
After running a full diagnostic Juno's gaze went back to the conversation. As he watched the exchange of pleasantries he couldn't help feel out of place. One was being overly graceful and eloquent with his conversation and the other... shy and polite. Where as his own manners were about as refreshing as a fart in a field of roses. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the two and the man looking at him with that... odd... gaze. And that line... it reminded of the images the sword gave him and sent all sorts of buzzing of "Danger! DANGER!"
Question was should he stay or should he go. If he stays there would be trouble but if he left it could be double.
"Yes yes you're Simi, he's Khazeet or somethin' and I'm leaving, right now. Quickly."
Was what when on in his mind but his lips went.
"I'm Juno. Charmed." He replied looking over in the direction of the Unicorn, He really didn't want to see the Undeadthing's... compassion right now.