MY ENEMY WILL NOT BE THE END OF ME | Raid prep

[Luciferr]

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

He'd called together this grouping as soon as the fire had been blown out and everything had been fixed moderately enough - point being the large dragon didn't want to wait anymore, some of that old fire from bygone days under blistering heat atop different sands that ran red with a blood nile had seeped back into his veins.

all who knew him now knew him to be a laid back fellow, a giant marshmallow of something of a paternal figure - and this was true - but Lucifer had long been a war machine before he'd been any of those things, both willing and unwilling in creating destruction and ruining lives, a trail of bodies, blood and viscera in the black god's wake.

Lucifer is very very adept at this game of bloodshed - because it is one in the end, when everyone else's lives are but gnats in comparison.

he waits as still as stone, an immovable shadow looming across the group as they gather, his anger burns bright in his chest but it's a cold thing, freezerburn that tore swathes through stars long ago.

"I'm sure by now you're all aware who pulled that stunt a few days ago - and how much you'd all no doubt like to pay them back their dues" there is something of his once clan leader, once general countenance seeping in but he pays no heed "The Pitt has been foolish enough to strike at us once again, it seems they tire of being ignored for the pathetic cowardly slavers they are - so they've made known they wish to be heard again, I'd say we should pay them back in kind" he draws himself up.

"We'll make them heard, just like they want - we'll make them hear their own screams as they choke on their own blood while their home burns to ashes like they wished ours would, we'll make them hear their death rattles as we tear through the whole cowardly lot of them - I want food stocks destroyed or taken, water supplies poisoned and medical supplies burnt to ash if you can't take them - I want our enemies screaming as you tear out their throats, make them wish for death over capture - if you can't find an enemy, tear up the territory, burn their homes, take their valuables, make it so they will never think to be so foolish again to think themselves higher than the scum they are" Lucifer's words grow harsher and harsher, an edge of malice to his normal placid tone and the light of something darker in his eyes.

"I'll be leading the bulk of the fighters - I want volunteers on those who will infiltrate and destroy or take said items that will be further in their base of operations - we'll also be inviting our friends in sunhaven to this, as a little bonding exercise, which Bakugou has already volunteered earlier to do"

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tags — [color=maroon]large dragon — hellion [5ft] — typhoon / officer — extreme

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[OWEN.]

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A fight. Finally, a good fight that he could tolerate! Owen had chosen to stay in his indominus rex form, the burns on his scales barely visible but he knew it would be too painful to shift back. "I can help with bulk destruction, if you want. Do you want me to bring the raptors?" Owen rumbled as he settled in front of Luci, his single eye narrowed in a slit due to the adrenaline rushing through his system. Bringing all of his raptors was bound to be a massacre, he knew that, so maybe he'd only bring Masie, but keep her on his head. She had to learn to fight eventually, after all.

TAGS • THE TYPHOON • STRIKER • 27 M/O • GERMAN SHEPHERD | INDOMINUS REX • #RAPTORFAM

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[bubblegum]

[ARGUS]

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IT'S A WICKED TWISTED FABLE

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Whisper's of slavers have reached argus' ears since the day she left. A clan held together by the chains of it's war criminals turned into workers. A place that lives in the desert- with tortures and ruins and thought it sounds like home. It does, the same home that she grew up in, that she learned what it was like to be alone the same home that taught her how to be a monster- how to negate her emotions and kill without mercy.

As much as argus recollects about her old home, she does not 'miss' her old home. Where she was raised, was not good- would never be seen as good to her anymore. Too much horrible things happened there- and to know that another place has claimed the desert claimed to make workers out of their prisoners and monsters out of kids angers her. She left her home that desert - when she was two- three years ago. She remembers leaving and never regretting it. Her home was hell, it made her life hell and she was glad it was gone. And now there is somewhere else doing the same thing?

Lucifer's call to the gathering stirs up the same old anger. The young dragonet finds herself curling near her step-father's paw. Still small enough to rest comfortably around him- the size of a tiger now. Still young in this new body of hers but growing larger by the day- maybe as larger as her father's own ebony mass. But now she's still small, and her form cannot comprehend the soul deep anger she now feels. It trembles slightly curled around her father's dark shaped knuckles. and she raises her head. All ten eyes filled with the same fury that laces their father's tone.

that is fine- this is fine.

Argus does not need size to create a catastrophic of battle. Her powers are not flashy, and her strategy is confrontational but meant primarily to cripple rather than kill. Argus has learned that there are far worst things to happen to someone than for them to die and her powers reflect that. Hinder and stun in comparison rather than hurt, her claws- her jaws can do the rest. A low rumble settles deep in her chest, this soul deep anger hissing through clenched teeth as all ten of their eyes narrow behind the porcelain mask of theirs.

"Let us show them, what it is, to come hail from blood, father" The dragon growls, out, her voice quiet despite the power in it, she looks up towards lucifer from where she lays, a challenge in her eyes.

[glow=#212121,2,300]She's unstable![/glow]

[W]isker

[EXODUS--]

[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]the tongue of another language, though foreign, cannot be ignored or mistaken even as it's intricacies sit weaved upon a familiar tongue. a language fresher than the litanies her own brutish, warbling chirps.

miniscule is mother's wrath. so rarely, has it been seen-- at least, to exodus, who has only ever known the eldritch being's tender, all enveloping love. a love that is velvety silk, something soft and comforting to the touch, and as precious as gold, if not more so, and timeless.

exodus has never seen lucifer like this. with a fury scalding and yet not. teased between pallid, wan ice that can burn to the touch.

exodus is terribly intimate with wrath and it's shades of ugly, rotten red. it runs deeper than she cares for. she knows it well like the curdling fire in her heart that churns and bubbles. a furious, furious dancing rage that chokes and builds, climbing up the throat with wicked claws. claws sharp enough to sting.

exodus was not there for the fire. she was not there, but she had smelt it. smelt it's lingering, choking ash that clung to her tongue. heavy and distasteful like a bad taste one could not get rid of. The dust had rested, it had settled, and made a home in her keen senses, coating her nostrils, sharp like winterfrost and thick like honey but nowhere as sweet.

but she does not know that the creatures behind the flame are the reason for mother's ire.

mother's wrath is cold. painted in frigid  slates of black and unfeeling ice blue consumed by a bottomless depth. not a vicious hue of red and bold, brazen crimson like exodus's own rage. a rage that glows like the sun, aflame with passion.

she and her mother are tied. tied with the finest strings of fate and duty. for exodus, it is an insurmountable bound. luciferus validates her. the deity is the teacher and protector, and exodus knows well how to take after the likeness of her guardian. after all, mother has been so good and kept her so far. instinct tells her what is good for mother, is good for exodus. what is bad for mother, is bad for exodus.

when mother is upset, she is upset as well.

it is simple as that.

and the knowledge that something could get invoke the furious vexation of her mother?

it is more than enough to incite exodus's curiosity and superficial displeasure.

the rhythm of a war drum is an old tune that her body knows instinctually well, and it is a tune that lucifer's heart beats. a symphony that promises death.

exodus knows this. she knows this orchestra, because she has leaned in close to mother, to that wide, dark chest, and has aided comfort in the form of herself.

the raptor rubs against the towering beast, instilling her scent onto mother with her cloak of flesh and feathers, and in turn soaking in the incalescent bloodshed beating right just underneath the intricate boundaries of lucifer's skin. it is a border-- a dam holding bursting, overflowing power and lethality. she feeds off of it, absorbs it's oozing toxicity like she is a sponge herself.

she feeds off of it, glowing in return, and comes away basked with fiendish monstrosity that breathes curiously along her spine in anticipation. her eyes, bright like hellfire, and glowing like insatiable embers, beg for a fight. for trouble.

"what has you upset mother?" her croon is winsome. "tell me, so i may destroy it," and she would do it with glee.

mother did not deserve to expend his glorious energy on things beneath hin, after all. but the promise of retribution to whoever inspired the ebony mother's wrath is thick and it excites her primal, beating heart.

[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]

[Luciferr]

/smol bump for any more replies before i get the raid up later tonight.

will delete + post actual reply later.

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Not having rum in their systems would increase productivity around the Typhoon, but Feliks was a little too vengeful to be the optimist in this situation. At the end of the day, whilst he may've been far from the Islands when the attack took place (he'd been busy discussing the Roseblood situation), they'd still threatened his possessions with their flames and that totally wasn't cool. Unlike the Typhoon's prior assaults, he struggled to be as passionate about dealing with them, most likely because he found it difficult to grow mad at his true mother in the heat, the Privateer still couldn't pass an opportunity to harm these folk though. Past his personal history with them, past the Typhoon's grudge, they were the antithesis of what he wanted out of living - slavers. Bastard slavers.

Though the two had been raid buddies prior, they appeared to have different stances. Lucifer was hot blooded, vengeful was his tone, to spite himself Feliks was cold and quiet. Not because he wasn't looking forwards to this, but because of the news of Sunhaven attending... among other things. He looked fucking exhausted, struggling to keep green eyes open, but the gryphon was adamant on attending anyways. Once he tasted foreign blood in his mouth, adrenaline would act like caffeine within him and he'd feel no overexertion from painting the Pitt's sands red. Fortunately enough, they were willing to supply the paint for him, and as tangy as it was, he'd tasted worse. When approaching, the male finally gave a hint to what he was thinking.

"Don't be afraid of teaming up on them fucks either. Two groups will outnumber them, you want true revenge you won't get it from being honourable. Ain't none of that among thieves,".

[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
An honorable thief was exactly who Kian was.  The small feline quietly approached, flicking an ear towards Feliks with no answer.  His stormy sea-green eyes rested on Lucifer, claws flexing.  His fury burned deep, hot red as the flames the Pitt had attacked their home with, ice cold as the arctic ocean.  A father's fury.  The Pitt took his daughter, put her in danger in the fire... They will suffer.

"I can infiltrate," the faerie called.  Let them suffer a storm's wrath deep within.  A righteous disaster.  See how they fare when their medical supplies are frozen brittle.  He made no plans of tricks, no ganging up on, no, simple destruction.  Justice served his way.

[Keona.]

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

"Me too," the tiny striker's voice is quiet and clipped but stubborn and fierce.  The Pitt had not actually harmed her, not physically at least, though Valkyr's single attack on her mind still haunted her.  Since then, she'd fiercely worked on her own mental powers, and more importantly, defenses.  Since then, she'd discovered she had more abilities than she thought, no doubt having inherited both her fathers' talents.

The child didn't particularly want to be near to her father -- either of them -- but if Kian was infiltrating, she wanted to as well.  Keona made for a poor fighter, in direct combat at least.  She felt rather confident she could slip into the fortress during the battle and hurt them from the inside.  That's what they deserved, wasn't it?  They'd kept her locked up in there.  They made her frightened of her own mind.  Time for payback.

"I'll infiltrate too." She was ready.  Pain no longer stabbed her every breath.  She could run now.  She could cause some damage.  Don't stop me.  Let me do this.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

owen is the first there and the indominus' offer is welcomed, he nods "Yes if you wish, I'm sure it'd be good exercise for them" his own he knows will relish a chance to rend for their first time against an enemy perhaps.

Goldie is next - and he worries, he cannot help that - but he sees the steel glint in her gaze, her determination and he thinks of a once child of dark scales who wished the same retribution on his own tormentor - he looks her solidly in the eye and nods "Of course" Goldie knows her limits, he will not take her vengeance from her.

then it is his children who come now - Argus, the pale dragon a sharp contrast to the midnight void of his own, adopted but no less beloved than all of his children - and their is a hint of the old him then, a slight sharper toothed half red tinted grin - richtus in its own half terrifying state thanks to the ever glaring half of his face - the old lucifer of purer white scales but stained soul with thousands - even as unremembered as his true self had been - he who'd laughed while he'd drowned thousands undertow - here heis again, a black winged terror where once was pearl and he hums low in his throat, agreement - the pitt knows nothing of the once days of blood, no matter how they seemingly unknowlingly attempt to emulate them, they know nothing of a true harsh life, to he and her, they are children playing at giants who's shadows they themselves once knew - he still remembers them, Haushinka, Ruined, Risencorpse, Scorpionsting, Serpentine, Chemical, back when he was under a different name.

But much like Argus, he wouldn't go back to those days - and the old desert is long gone - his attention moves to Exodus and his quiet murmurs in their language to explain it best - to explain why their mother is so up in arms and ready to break multiple necks this day.

"Oh little fierce one, a group who would seek to destroy or enslave us - they are nothing though but even pests must be exterminated" the last is hinted at with venom - the pitt are ants but a hive of ants can become quite the nuisance and must be removed.

he nods his agreement with Feliks - Lucifer has never been a being of honorable combat, he fights with any opportunity or any advantage, there is no honour in dying pointlessly by handicapping yourself, fight hard, fight fast and fight dirty, you win for you and yours - if that means complete overkill, he's more than happy to do so.

his gaze slips at last to Kian and Keona and he knows they won't disappoint - Kian for vengeance for all that has been done and Keona for the same steel he sees in Goldie's gaze "very well" they all have their reasons this day - and they all have their rights.

"Then lets go"

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tags — [color=maroon]large dragon — hellion [5ft] — typhoon / officer — extreme

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